Title: Rio
Author: Jade 
Pairing: J/SB I guess...
Rating: PG-13 for language. Other than that, G
Archive: Yep. 
Feedback: jade27_al@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Kevin does. Too bad
about that. I wouldn't mind making a shitload of money
from them... Oh yeah, the song "Rio" is by Duran
Duran. 
Notes: I blame South Park, Santa, and Jesus for this
one.
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Step. Step. Spin. Thrust.

Spin. Thrust. Fondle. Step.

Bob leaned back against the wall of the Quick Stop
watching his blond companion dance. There wasn't any
music, except perhaps whatever the virtual DJ in Jay's
head was playing. What does he think about when he
dances anyway? No doubt some obscenity laced rap or
something.

Hair flip. Step. Jump. Step.

Thrust. Thrust. Spin. Step.

"Jay."

The blond stop in mid-fondle and looked back at the
short, dark-haired man. "What you want Tons a Fun?
Gonna pro-po-si-shun me or some shit? How many times I
gotta tell you bitch, I'm all about pussy!"

Bob rolled his eyes and shook out another smoke. "What
you dancing too?"

Jay blinked. "What the fuck you talking about? All
that pot musta finally toasted you're brain."

Bob just flipped his lighter opened and lit his
cigarette, cocking an eyebrow at Jay.

Click. Sizzle.

"You don' wanna know Lunchbox." Jay shrugged and
resumed his dancing.

"Then why did I ask." He shot back, not a question,
but a blunt statement.

Jay gave an exasperated sigh and looked back at Bob
again. "You really wanna know this shit, Silent Bob?"

Bob nodded.

"Alright you fucker." Jay sighed again and cleared his
throat. Then he began to sing shakily. "Her name is
Rio and she dances on the sand. Just like that river
twisting through a dusty land. And when she shines she
really shows you all she can. Oh Rio, Rio dance across
the Rio Grande."

Bob blinked. The his body started shaking with silent
laughter. He tried to stop, but he couldn't if his
life depended on it. Which it very well may. Jay might
beat the shit out of him when they got home.

"Fuck you too, tubby." Jay growled, then turned his
back to Bob and resumed his dancing.

At least now Bob had a song to go with the rhythm.