Title: Nothing to Say
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse, general
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: NC-17; some language, mostly sex
Status: New
Archive: wherever you want, full permission, just lemme know about 
it. No, I don't believe grabbing it from the list requires a note. :>
E-mail address for feedback: kel@crazysheep.net
Series/Sequel: Hairbraiding IV? I gotta get this trilogy thing 
down...
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Kevin Smith and View 
Askewniverse. If I really get into this, I probably will too. Or at 
least go into hock when I walk into a video store, go into rut, and 
buy all the DVDs at once.
Notes: Original structure, Taylor Jameson; additional wing, Alex 
Corvus; and weirdly enough, I gotta credit Jason Mewes for the new 
entryway, because he mentioned collecting and painting Warhammer 
figurines. Thanks, guys.
Summary: Jay gets more than he bargained for when he decides to braid 
Bob's hair.
Warnings: Some for language. Graphic m/m sex, or at least 
foreplay. Heavy on the smarm.

"Nothing to Say"
by Kelandris


When Jay got out of the shower, toweling his hair dry, he saw Bob 
picking up a small painted figure on the table, peering at it 
intently, and putting it down again. He was sitting on the floor 
between the couch and the coffee-table, so as to get a better view. 
Bob turned, seeing Jay walk up and flop on the couch.

"What are these?" he asked.

"Ah, Jamie gave 'em to me. D&D figures, or Warhammer or some shit. 
He gave me a set of paints, too, said if I liked painting 'em I could 
have 'em."

Bob picked up another figure, a delicate casting of an angel, wings 
spread wide. He brought it close to his face, looking at it for a 
long moment.

"I thought I'd paint that one like Loki," Jay said. He leaned 
forward, placing his head on Bob's shoulder. "You can kind of see 
it, there around the eyes."

"Yeah," Bob said. He put the little angel down and stiffened under 
Jay's touch.

"What?" Jay asked. "You don't think your hair's long enough to 
braid?" He took off Bob's cap and combed his fingers through it, 
separating the strands. "I dunno, it's past your shoulders..."

"Yeah," Bob said softly. Jay smiled. Now Bob was the one having 
difficulty breathing. Interesting--all this time he thought his 
sweet Muscle was unaffected, and he was worried that Bob would 
notice, and Bob had been trying to give him hints that he felt the 
same way.

Well, if this didn't work, he was gonna give up. Slowly he stroked 
his hands through Bob's hair, loving how soft it felt, smoothing it 
down and making sure there weren't any tangles. He separated the 
back into three strands, checking out the length, and deciding it 
wasn't quite long enough for a really good braid down the back, just 
a short one. He could ponytail it--in fact, he suddenly had this 
weird mental image of Bob in pigtails, one on each side--but he shook 
his head, thinking. Finally, he slid both hands into Bob's hair, 
sliding them along his neck, the fingertips touching his ears. Bob 
gasped, and Jay tilted his head back, leaning his head down at the 
same time.

"Sorry, Lunchbox, I was wrong. It's not long enough to braid."

"I don't care," Bob said hoarsely, and pulled his head close enough 
to kiss him, his lips scorching across Jay's. Bob's hand knotted in 
the back of Jay's hair, gripping it and pulling his head back, as he 
rose and knelt between the blond's legs. Jay squirmed on the couch, 
but Bob didn't let up, just kissing him leisurely, thoroughly, until 
he wanted to scream. Finally he pushed Silent Bob away.

"Lunchbox, I don't get some clothes off you, I'm going to die," he 
moaned. Bob just smiled, shaking his head, and went back to kissing 
him. Frustrated, Jay pulled off the hooded sweatshirt, Bob fighting 
to retain contact with his lips as he did so. He threw it to one 
side, yanking at the t-shirt, and Bob pulled Jay's head a little 
closer, licking along his ear, biting at the lobe. Jay shuddered, 
whimpering, and Bob whispered, "So impatient..."

"Ohh, yeah, Bob, I love your voice, I love it when you talk..." Bob 
only hummed lightly against his ear, hummed against his neck, kissing 
every inch of skin he moved across. He slid his hands underneath 
Jay's t-shirt, lifting it up just enough so his hands could slide 
under it, stroke over his chest, up to his hard nipples. Jay sucked 
in air, arching against Bob, bucking his denim-clad hips in his 
direction.

"Please," he begged. "Please, Bob, please..."

Bob only smiled, lifting his t-shirt to kiss across his ribs, down 
his sides, over his belly. His lips reached the waistband of Jay's 
jeans and he carefully unbuttoned them, his honey-brown eyes locked 
onto Jay's wide blue ones. Not looking away, he unzipped Jay's 
jeans, rising from the floor and swinging Jay's legs onto the couch 
so that he could pull his jeans down his legs. His shorts followed 
suit, and then Bob laid his hands on the blond's thighs, inching up 
while Jay shuddered in anticipation.

"C'mon, Bob, I need you, please, please, say something, do something, 
Bob, *please*..." He knew he was babbling, and he couldn't stop his 
hips from thrusting forward, and it was taking Bob ten fucking years 
to touch his cock, what the hell was the holdup?? He clenched his 
eyes shut, then looked at Bob, frustrated, desperate and wanting--
only to see Bob looking down at him.

"What??" he cried out.

"I love you," Bob said softly.

Jay blinked, stunned, then slid off the couch, taking Bob with him. 
They tumbled onto the floor, Jay exuberantly kissing Bob, his cheeks, 
his forehead, his hair, his beard, everywhere his mouth could reach. 
And Bob laughed--deep, happy sounds as he wrapped his arms around Jay 
and held him close, kissing him back contentedly.

And for once, Jay didn't have to say anything.

END
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Kelandris the Mad
sometimes walking between the raindrops is more fun