Title: Running To Author: Kelandris the Mad Fandom: View Askewniverse Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob Rating: NC-17, I believe. Serious boysex, *serious*. Status: posted to the list 16 December 2004. 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 (look! New address!) Series/Sequels: Sequels what I thought was a one-shot, "Runaway". Disclaimers: All the usual suspects--Kevin Smith for inventing the boys, Kevin and Jason Mewes for playing 'em, Scott Mosier and Miramax for backing the play. Don't hurt me, I'm just having fun with the concept. Notes: ren needs a dose of JayBob goodness. I love the ren. I gotta give ren the JayBob. Feel better, sweetness. Summary: Jay kisses Bob. Bob kisses Jay back. Warnings: Repetitive use of the word 'cock'. My inner Mom is threatening to wash my mouth out with soap. A case of semi-public boysex and a little more Talkative!Bob than I expected. ======================== "Running To" by Kelandris Bass beat still thumped in the distance. Wind whooshed through trees. If he concentrated, Jay thought he might be able to hear cars driving along the surrounding streets. Then Bob tapped him on the face and tossed him another careful not-smile, looking into his eyes. Fuck concentration. He was laying full out on Bob again, Bob pressed again dirt that smelled of old ash and yesterday's rain. Bob didn't seem to care, but Jay was starting to freak out a little at being trapped in the halide spot beside the bench. The kissing, though...he kept getting sidetracked on getting them back into shadows by the kissing. Kissing the Bob. Damn, when did that become so fucking addictive? Jay tore himself away from Bob's lips, more so both of them could get some air than any better reason. Then he angled his head and licked out, licking the hollow of Bob's throat, the ending of his beard just tickling his forehead, rearranging the hairs in his eyebrows. His hips bucked forward and Bob yelped. Jay pulled back. He looked down. Bob was layin' there, breathing hard, and Jay cocked his head, considering. "What?" he finally said. "I hurt ya?" "In so many ways," Bob murmured, and sat up, grabbing Jay around the waist, holding him. His legs slid forward, bending, and oh, oh fucking God, that was Bob's cock pressed against his, fuck, he could feel it through four layers of cloth. *Fuck*, Bob was hard. *Fuck* Then it sunk in. Bob was hard. Bob was hard for *him*. Jay yelped this time, pulling at Bob's t-shirt, and Bob was fighting him off. "What? Fuck, dude, I gotta--" "Under a fucking spotlight?" Bob hissed. Jay sat there, hands resting on Bob's furred belly, and the feel of skin against his palms, Bobskin against his palms, made his thoughts skitter in odd directions. He kept having to refocus. He licked his lips and slid off Bob, slid off to one side. "Go sit on the bench." Bob blinked. He squinted. That was patented Bob-ese for "What the hell are you on now?" Jay just sighed, frustrated. "Dude, just--fuck, Bob, just do it. Okay?" Bob looked at him, frowned, then laboriously climbed to his feet. Jay's eyebrows nearly shot off his head. Shit. Bob was gonna do something he said, without fighting it tooth and nail. Okay, Bob did a lot of the shit he said, but--this was like blind fucking faith or something, like Bob...like Bob... He swallowed, standing. Like Bob fucking *trusted* him. Shit. When had *that* fucking happened? He watched Bob get to his feet, looking around. Bench in light, path in light, grass in light...light burned out, twenty feet away. Bench under lightpost--bench in darkness. Yeah. "Over there," he said, pointing. "Go sit down." Bob still squinted at him, but shrugged, walking carefully--and Jay bent over a little, breathing hard, when he realized *why* Bob had to walk carefully--over to the bench. "Take off your clothes. I mean, fuck, take off your coat." Bob looked up. That look that said, "I know *exactly* what the fuck you meant, dude." He flushed, but stared him down. And Bob *took off his coat.* Shit. This could be worse'n Bob naturally *mistrusting* all his motives, man. Fuck. Bob sat down on the bench, dappled only by leaf shadows and thin slices of moonlight, from a three-quarters-gone moon. Yeah, this would be good. He spread his legs slightly, his eyes nearly crossing with the effort, laying the coat over his lap. "Huh-uh," Jay said, kneeling between Bob's spread legs. "That's mine, dude." He grabbed the coat, flipping it over his back, and leaning forward. "What--" was all Bob had time to ask, before Jay pulled open the knot in his sweats, pulling them open just enough to get his hands under Bob's boxers, and yeah, finally, it'd taken for-fucking-*ever*, he had his hands on Bob-meat. Damp wave of moist heat hit his face, Bob-scent strong in the air under the coat, and he shuddered, like some new drug had just kicked in and he was starting to fly. Shit, maybe he was. Maybe he'd never made it out of some back room at the party. **Shit, God, don't let that be true,** he prayed desperately. Then he leaned forward, slowly swallowing Bob's cock, feeling it inch into him and thinking about inching into Bob, about Bob shoving this fucking thing into him. Oh, fuck. Fuck, he hurt just *thinking* about it. So fucking good. That would be *so* fucking good... Bob, meanwhile, was clutching the back of the trench over Jay's shoulders, and keening, high in the back of his throat. His thick thighs were trembling, and Jay slid his hands around, curving them over the rise of his ass. Fuck, yeah. Cock in his mouth again--cock he *wanted* to fucking be there, man--and Bob makin' those sweet little noises in the dark. Fuck. Yeah. This was what he wanted, 'cept for him wanting more. But this was good, this was good for now, he wanted to breathe in the heat of Bob, lick the sweat off his belly, move his hands down to feel his balls, downy hanging eggs, drawing up and tightening. Fuck, he was that close already? Shit, he hadn't lost his touch. Just then, as if on cue, Bob started whispering his name, all urgent-like. Fuck, he could get used to this. "Jay, Jay, fuck, gonna--fuck, Jay, pulling it outta me, fuck, gonna, gonna, AH!" Hot come splashed the back of his throat, taste of salt and vague bitter and some elusive sweet tang that was all Bob, and he drank every drop, moving over his cock until the twitching stopped. Not that Bob had stopped twitching. Jay grinned, slowly pulling off, tucking in his still half-hard cock back in his sweats, shrugging off the coat and throwing it on the bench next to him. He still hurt, but he thought maybe he could hold it, just a little bit longer. Bob looked shell-shocked. He was trembling, fuck, get that, *trembling*. **I did that?** Jay thought. **Well, fuck. Go me.** "Jay," Bob breathed. "Jay. Jay. FUCK, Jay." "What? Not what you wanted?" Bob *growled*, reaching forward, curling his hands into fists in the fabric of Jay's thin t-shirt, pulling him up by it into his lap. He pulled his head down and kissed him, open-mouthed, savage, thrusting up against him. "Fucking..." he hissed. "I am gonna take you home, and I am gonna fuck you so *hard*..." Jay pulled away, side of his mouth quirking. He resisted the urge to touch his lips. "Huh-uh," he said softly. "Not if I fuck you first." Bob's eyes crossed and he bucked forward again, with a pained cry. Jay felt damp heat against him, and looked down. "Dude. You want me--that bad? You--man, *again*?" And damn, if the shining look in Bob's motherfuckin' eyes didn't make his breathing speed up, and God, fuck, suddenly he *had* to come, couldn't wait anymore, and fuck, it wasn't gonna take long if the boy didn't keep *looking* at him like that, *fuck*, and-- And then Bob reached into his cut-offs, curling his hand around his cock, and fuck, that was all it took. When the shuddering stopped, Jay collapsed limply against Bob. "Dude, next time, we gotta make it to a bed, man. Fuck this shit." Bob only laughed, softly, and delicately licked Jay's ear. "Later," he whispered, and Jay nearly came again, just hearing him. **Shit. This is gonna be *too* fuckin' sweet...** END *************** Kelandris the Mad insane in the membrane