Title: Pleasure of Your Company Author: Kelandris the Mad Fandom: View Askewniverse (pre-Clerks) Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob Rating: Songfic. NC-17 for male-male graphic sexuality, homosexual situations, adult themes. R for language. Status: Posted February 2002. Archive: The traditional places. If you don't know what the traditional places are, you might want to write and ask. And here's how: Feedback: kel@crazysheep.net Series/Sequels: Sequels "Out of the Rain" and "Can't Afford to Pay the Rent" and "Inhabited." Fourth in the WonderWhore series. ("There," she says through gritted teeth, "will be one more story, at least, in this arc. Because of the misbehaving muses I must go correct now.") Disclaimers: Kevin Smith, View Askew Productions, Jason Mewes, Scott Mosier, and Miramax have creative control and ownership of Jay and Silent Bob. I am just an insignificant slasher who wants the boys to have fun now that they've retired. I'm not even charging them. Notes: So, .starla's been bugging me about this one. I've been trying to search for the proper song pairing for a series that starts out with Barenaked Ladies, morphs into Faith No More, and continues with Poe. Plus, now that I've tracked down and re-read the previous stories, there's been some confusion here. In "Can't Afford" Bob tells Jay he's bringing him back to Leonardo. In "Inhabited" Jay reacts like it's new information. So there's been some slight revision to tie everything up, and I'm going to repost everything with the new versions. Our archivist is going to love me. Summary: Bob tries to get through to Jay, the only way he knows how. Warnings: Angst. Angst angst angst angst. And sex. Lots of sex. And kissing. And arguing. And more kissing. And nudity. Bring on the dancing girls. "Pleasure of Your Company" by Kelandris *you can't hide behind social graces so don't try to be all touchy feely* Mmm. Something wonderful was happening. Something warm and good thrilled through his system, and just for a moment, he didn't associate it with anything more than lying on a couch in the warm sun. Had he fallen asleep again? Or was Trin-- Shocked back to reality now, he blinked open his eyes, connecting several sets of dots at once. Sun was shining in his eyes; he wasn't *at* home; Trin was nowhere to be seen; and Jay-- Fuck. Jay's mouth was on him. Licking him into hardness, sucking in the tip of his cock, lipping the sensitive skin around the head. How the hell he'd gotten his pants down without Bob noticing--oh, he hadn't. He'd just unzipped his pants and laid them open. All Bob had taken off was the tie, after all; he hadn't-- **TOO MUCH THINKING, ROBERT!** his brain yelled. **STOP HIM!** Right. Sorry. Got distracted there. By-- Bob blinked, his eyes crossing, and Jay murmured assurances over his sensitive skin. That does it. No more of this shit. He sat up on his elbow, the other arm extending out to pull Jay away. "What the hell are you doing?" He sounded much calmer than he actually was. Jay looked at him, fingers still wrapped around his cock. "I don't think I know you," he said quietly. "What?" *cuz you lie in my face of all places but I've got no problem with that really* Jay shrugged, looking down. "I mean, I may a'member you from, y'know, kid stuff, seein' you around school or some shit, but...no, man. *This*," he said, stroking a finger up to the tip of Bob's cock, "*this* baby I would *definitely* remember." "Hhuuhhh..." Breath shuddered out of Bob again, and the blond actually laughed. Then he opened his mouth, swallowing him again, and Bob's eyes rolled back in his head. **Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. What now?** **Now, we STOP HIM!!** Right. Sorry. Got distracted again. "Hey," Bob said, the only word he had breath for. He pushed Jay aside again. He panted for a moment, trying to let his lungs catch up, and looked back at the blond. "Did I say you could do that?" Jay scrambled on top of him, and that's when Bob's mind finally connected--bare shoulders meant bare Jay. Not just topless Jay. *Bare* Jay. Bare *everywhere.* And now he-- **Fuck...** *what bugs me is that you believe what you're saying what bothers me is that you don't know how you feel* "Come on, baby," he purred, laying out full-length against Bob, thrusting his hips forward in little, incredibly tight circles that caused Bob to stop breathing again. "Tony's gone, he ain't comin' back for a while, and we are all..." He paused, kissing Bob's right ear. "Alone..." He paused again, kissing Bob's left ear. "In a big...empty...apartment." Each pause had meant another kiss, each kiss bringing his lips closer to Bob's, and the last word brought their lips together. And Jay kissed him. *what scares me is that while you're telling me stories you actually believe that they are real* And Bob suddenly moaned, thrusting up against Jay, wrapping his arms around that bare, pale back, all whipcord muscle and protruding bones. Have to feed this boy, he thought dizzily, and then-- **WHAT are you DOING?** his brain screamed. **Shut up! I'm thinking.** "Oh yeah," Jay gasped, breaking off the kiss, trailing fingers over Bob's heated flesh. He dove for Bob's neck, murmuring things the other man didn't catch, humming along his collarbone. And the hips had started up again, thrusting their cocks together, and now Bob felt Jay unbuttoning his shirt. "Jay," he whispered. Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to strip and press his flesh against Jay's, part those long, lean thighs, flip him face down on the couch and-- But he couldn't. That wouldn't be...right. It wouldn't be fair to Jay. It wouldn't be fair to him. They had to stop. "Jay," he said, more urgently. His dress shirt half-open, Jay's hands splayed on his furry chest, the blond looked up. "What?" he asked impatiently. "Come on, I want to get to the fuckin', baby! I am sooo hungry for you..." And his mouth descended, capturing one of Bob's nipples. Bob gasped, arching off the couch, eyes rolling back in his head again. Holy fuck...Jay's tongue swirled around his nipple, teasing it to a sharp, hard peak, his teeth coming down just hard enough to send little electric jolts through his system. **God, he's good at this.** That thought shocked him back into thinking straight again. He swallowed, pushing Jay off him, pushing him to the other end of the couch, their legs tangling for a moment. Then he scooted up, breathing hard. He couldn't do this. Not to Jay. **Not until he remembers who I am. Who I was to him.** It was fast becoming an obscure point, and his cock really wanted other things right now than philosophy and remembrance. It tapped his belly in random muscle jerks, and he shivered. Jay's eyes narrowed, looking at him. "What the fuck is your problem?" he hissed. He seemed unaware, or just didn't care, that he was sitting nude on someone else's couch, legs crossed, cock hard and pointing straight at Bob. **I have no idea,** he thought, his heart clenching. **You're beautiful.** The trouble was, he knew it. And he expected Bob to fall at his feet like all the others. Maybe he wanted that, he wanted Bob in a nice safe category he could then discard. If Bob was just another john looking for a handy hole, then Jay would know how to treat him, wouldn't he? Maybe it was deeper than that. Bob couldn't be sure, though. "You're safe," he said. It was the first thought that occurred to him; the thing that had made Jay pass out the night before. The fact that he was close to his stepfather again. "What?" The blond looked puzzled for a moment, and Bob bit his lip, looking at him. "You don't know, probably, you haven't been around. But your stepdad- -" "Don't fuckin' talk about him," Jay said darkly. "I'm sorry, Jay. But he set fire to your mom's house--" "Is she--" For a moment, his face was absolutely unguarded: no streetwise self-assurance, no hip sexuality. Just naked fear and pain. In that moment, Bob saw clearly through to Jason, and his heart turned over. *and I've got no illusions about you* "She's--it could be called fine. She didn't have a lot of money to rebuild, so she's fighting the city to keep from condemning the place. He went to prison on arson charges. He won't be out for three more years." "Yeah, well..." Just like that, the walls were back up, the air of nonchalance, the self-assurance. "Motherfucker deserved it." Bob just nodded slowly, watching Jay's face. Waiting. "So," Jay said, rising and kneeling, cock slowly rising back to full hardness. "You wanna get back to--" Bob shook his head. He still watched Jay. For a moment nothing happened, then Jay sat back on his haunches, slumping. "Man, I do *not* do this celibate shit. But it's your dime. What, we gonna play cards?" Then his eyes lit up. "Hey. I could raid Tone's closets, we could play strip poker. Whadya say?" Bob shook his head again. Shit, this was going to be hard. "What the fuck you want, then? Man, I *never* had a trick so hard to please--" "I'm not a trick, Jay." "Yeah, fine, sure, you're my long-lost best fuckin' friend, I heard it--" "You don't remember. You don't remember me *at all*. I don't believe that." "Can't we get back to the kissin'? You got a sweet mouth on you, I like it a lot. Can't we just go back to--" "You called me Bobby in the museum. And you cried." "What, fucker can't cry when he hurts a little? Fuck you, then. I ain't ashamed of it." "You called me--" "Yeah, yeah, and you called me Jay, don't mean dick, okay? Can't we just--" "I remember the last night I saw you. The night before you ran away." Jay stared at him, sullen resentment in every line of his body. *and guess what? I never did and when I said when I said I'll take it I meant, I meant as is* "I'm sorry I didn't stay. I know I was small, but... I've gone over this. If I was still there, maybe your stepdad wouldn't have come back and hit you. Maybe he wouldn't have come back at all." Jay stared at him for so long, Bob actually wondered if time had found a way to stop. Then he raised his head, his chin defiant, his eyes empty holes. "Fat lot you know. Fucker would've come for me if there'd been a fuckin' Sherman tank in my room. He came for me *every* night. Same as fuckin' always." Bob's brain spasmed. He thought he'd been close to figuring something out. And now...shit, he didn't know what was going on again. Meanwhile, Jay was sidling closer, rubbing his palms down Bob's twill- covered thighs. "C'mon, baby," he said, wheedling tone belying the wall behind his eyes. "Lemme kiss you, make it better. I wanna suck you dry, sweet thing..." And he leaned down, fingers curving around Bob's width, making him gasp again. He knocked Jay's hand aside. "Damn it! How often do I have to say I don't--" Jay straddled him again, eyes gone indigo with pain and something else, some other emotion Bob couldn't define. "You fuckin' tell me," he said, leaning down. His eyes flicked from side to side, staring at one of Bob's dark brown eyes, then flicking to the other. "You tell me you don't want me to kiss you." "I--" "You fuckin' *tell* me," he whispered. His hands reached for Bob's face, trailing fingers down his cheeks. "You tell me you never want me to kiss you again." "I...never..." Bob started, swallowing, and Jay trembled, biting his lips. *just give up and admit you're an asshole you would be in some good company* Gentle touches on the back of Jay's neck brought his face closer. He closed his eyes, shivering now at Bob's caresses on his nape. Bob felt a tear escape his eyes, as he brought Jay close enough to kiss. He brought his lips up to kiss his cheek, turning his face slightly to kiss the other one. Then he brought his lips to Jay's. "Don't ever stop kissing me," he whispered, his lips moving across Jay's with the words. And he lost himself in Jay once more, kissing him, hands cupped lightly around the back of his neck. The blond moaned, thrusting forward, hands busy on his shirt buttons. Something in Bob was dying inside, the pain of this stabbing through him like barbed wire twisting through his system. Something else, stronger, more powerful, wanted this. Had wanted this from the moment he'd seen Jay, standing on the street corner, toyboy for sale to the highest bidder. He lifted his shoulders and Jay pulled his shirt off, pulling it down his arms to the cuffs, still buttoned shut. Jay bundled the rest of the shirt in one hand, wrapping it around his wrists. Then he shucked Bob's pants down, succeeding only in taking them down to mid- thigh, where they effectively tied his legs together. Bob wanted to think it wasn't deliberate. But he was too busy kissing Jay to care. He'd wanted Jay. Wanted to be the highest bidder, if that's what it took. And now, now he had him. Right where he wanted him. Right where he needed him. *flash of a small boy, sobbing against his shoulder, and he pulled his head up, gasping for air--* Tied to the couch. *I think you'd find that you friends would forgive you or maybe I am just speaking for me* "Jay," he said. "Yeah, baby," Jay murmured back. Scorching kisses over his bare skin, he lipped and nipped and sucked his way down Bob's chest, and Bob fully realized the gravity of the situation. "Jay?" "Mmm..." His head was level with his hips now, his mouth was about to-- "JAY!" And Jay looked up, smiling in a way that sent shivers down Bob's spine. "Nuh-uh, baby," he whispered. "No more stalling." And his mouth engulfed Bob, swallowing him inch by slow inch, and he cried out, cried out for Jay. *cuz when I look around I think this, this is good enough and I try to laugh at whatever life brings* Jay sucked him, sucked and licked and grazed his cock with the edges of his teeth, bringing all his senses alive and aware of exactly where his tongue was at all times. His hips bucked on the couch, and it was a terrible loss of control, and he absolutely did not want to trust Jay, doing this. But he didn't want Jay to stop, either. He moaned, listening to Jay murmuring, listening to slurping sounds and sighs of breath, and had to fight not to start screaming with the sheer stunning pleasure of his touch. "Mm, yeah baby, talk to me, *talk* to me..." Jay murmured, licking along the shaft. He swallowed Bob again and Bob cried out, arching off the couch, whimpering. "Say my name, baby, want to hear it..." "Jay," Bob whispered. "Oh, yeah, that's a good boy." Suddenly Jay looked up, cocking his head to one side, and Bob whimpered again, straining towards that warm, wet mouth. That earned a half-smile from the blond, and then he rose, walking across the living room, away from him. Bob struggled, his hips moving on the couch, and he succeeded in inching his pants down to his knees. Flexing his knees got the pants down to his ankles, and he kicked them off, kicked them free. Okay, his legs were loose now, and he heard the door to Tony's room open. What the hell? He fought to get his hands free, swearing silently when he remembered that article on tensile strength he'd read, a few years back. Something about, twisted cloth being stronger, when strained against, than metal cabling, in terms of breaking strength. Shit. What, exactly, had it said? He couldn't remember how it went. The door closed now, somewhere behind his head, and he heard Jay coming back. Shit. He strained to free his arms, shaking them, only stopping when Jay knelt by his head, running his fingers over his hands. "Baby wants out?" he asked, his voice pitched to cause shivers. Bob did shiver, hearing it, and bit his lip again. "Lemme do that for you," Jay whispered, leaning down and sucking his lower lip free from his teeth. Then, gently, he vibrated the tips of his teeth down on the soft surface, and Bob moaned into his mouth, arching towards him. Jay pulled away, chuckling low in his throat. He looked down at Bob, tracing fingertips over every inch of skin his gaze touched. "See you got your pants off. That makes it easier." **Makes what easier?** Bob wondered, words stripped from him. "This," Jay said, holding up a bottle of lube. Bob's eyebrows raised, and Jay just smiled. "My turn, baby," he whispered, and straddled Bob again. He set the lube on the ground, and bent down, picking something else up. Condom. Right. For which one of them? He tore the foil wrapper off, and Bob heard him uncap the lube, squirting a dollop into the tip. Then Jay slid the condom down his own cock, wrapping his hands around it once it was unrolled, and fucking his fist loosely. His eyes rolled back, and Bob's breathing sped up again, because Jay's knuckles grazed his own cock, as Jay pumped his meat towards him. "Mmm," he murmured, and poured a larger dollop of lube into his hand. "You ready for me, baby?" He lifted one of Bob's legs, sliding it up the back of the couch, and moved between his legs, moving his other thigh over. Bob could barely move at this point, all his body vibrating, waiting to be touched again. Jay didn't wait, dropping his lube-covered hand between his thighs. Bob's eyebrows shot up, and he gasped again, arching high off the couch when Jay began rubbing lube into him, finger by finger. He fought to keep from passing out, but *fuck*, Jay's fingers felt better than they should, just opening him up. When had he last seen Adam? Sometime around the time he and Trin started fighting, he'd stopped dating, so it had been a good four months since he'd slept with anyone but Trin. Which meant it had been a good four months since anyone had fucked him, to be blunt. Apparently, he'd been hungry for it, because Jay's fingers felt so *good*... Moving, flexing, twisting inside him, causing his eyes to roll back in his head, and sweat to spring out on his skin, and his breathing to shudder. And he knew Jay was watching all this, watching with that annoying half-smile and those empty eyes. He fought the pleasure sweeping over him, because he had to know, he had to know if Jay was treating this as just another john, just another trick. He looked up, and for the moment, Jay was looking down, intent on his task. The smile on his face was tender, and his eyes were sheened bright--no pain, no loss, just quiet, radiant joy. That was interesting. Then Jay looked up and the shutters came down, and he was back in whore mode. Shit, but he was getting sick of seeing that. "You ready, baby?" "You--treating this as--anything other than a--business transaction?" he gasped, lips and body trembling. Jay frowned, and pulled his fingers free. "Ahh..." "What the fuck you want? You don't like it?" Bob thought for a moment. How honest could he be, really? He was pretty much stuck here until Jay untied his hands, or Tony got home, and that was one scene he really didn't want to have, because he hadn't been seeing Tony longer than he'd been seeing Trin. They'd broken up, as usual, over his family. Tony wanted the big bad gangster lifestyle. And Bob just wanted to keep going to college, stay out of the syndicate, stay out of jail. Which led to things like Bob picking up strays in New York, and Tony getting beaten for something he still wasn't sure he wanted to know about. "Like it, Jay," he gasped, trying to nod. "Just wanted to know--is it more for you than--just sex?" Jay just smiled, a grin that never reached his eyes, and Bob's heart fell, crushed against his spine. "Baby, you know I love this. An' it's my fantasy now," he said, pushing the head of his cock against the cleft of Bob's ass, rubbing it up and down, pushing into it. "You gonna love it too, I guarantee it..." Bob knew there was no going back if Jay entered him. He wouldn't care, he would absolutely no longer care in the least about all these obscure moral points. He would cry and scream and moan and beg for more, shamelessly, because that's how he was. He'd been in enough relationships to learn that, which was why he usually topped. Not that entering wasn't nearly as much fun, itself. However. *cuz when I look down I just miss all the good stuff when I look up I just trip over things* "Stop," he whispered, and Jay pouted for a moment, cock in hand. "What the fuck *is* it with you, man? Every fucking time I think I got you figured out--" "Have you remembered me yet?" And Jay looked at him, his eyes darkening to that scary, deep indigo, and his lips tried to twitch into a smile. They never made it. "Yeah," he said softly. "You're Bobby. You tried to save me once, before I ran away." **He does remember. He does, he does, now we can--** The thought died a moment later, when Jay shook his head. "But you couldn't save me, baby. Nobody could. Nobody can. An' you can't save me now." And he pushed, pushed against a resistance that was too weak to keep him out, and slid his length into Bob, touching him in every right place, and no right place at all. And his eyes were sad, all surface, blue abandoned pools, as he looked down at Bob, gasping at the longed-for intrusion. "But I can make you happy, baby. You just watch." He pulled out slowly, thrust in again, grabbing Bob's ankles and holding them high. And Bob felt his body take over, moaning and gasping and twitching at every touch, reason flying out the window, head as empty of denials as Jay's eyes. His last coherent thought was dreading what would happen after Jay finished, after Jay untied his hands. Where would they be then? Where would he be? *and I've got no illusions about you...* END (Song is Ani diFranco's "As Is") ***** Kelandris the Mad and when did I say you could get this close?