Title: Scott and Bob, I know boring title, I suck, sue me
Author: gracelessone
Fandom: ViewAskewniverse
Pairing: Scott(OC) and Silent Bob
Rating: NC-17 yipee!
Status: New
Archive: yes to the list archive, anyone else please ask
Contact: theone@gracelessone.com
Series: this is a break away piece from `Dizzy' but it stands alone 
(I hope)
Disclaimer: I still own nothing but a couple empty packs of smokes 
and some empty frappuccino bottles, I'm still pretty sure Kevin Smith 
owns the rest of the 
Universe. Don't sue me.
Summary: I *hate* summaries, I *suck* at summaries. so you don't get 
one. Sue me. (Contrary bitch ain't I?)

Warnings/Notes: A while back I wrote "Dizzy" and Scott first showed 
his face there. Kel asked if there was going to be more on Scott and 
this bunny was born. So, Scott, meet everyone, everyone, meet 
Scott. :)

"Bob had known Scott since high school. When Bob finally admitted 
that he liked boys to himself, Scott was the first person he told. 
Scott knew all about his family, hell Scott knew *everything* about 
Bob. And loved him anyway. Scott was Bob's first lover in every 
sense of the word. He had talked him of off that cliff of self-abuse 
that comes part and parcel with Christianity. He showed him how to 
kiss, how to really kiss, soft and sweet and hard and demanding. He 
taught him how to make love to someone and fuck them senseless at the 
same time, and he taught him how to trust enough to actually sleep 
beside someone."

Without further ado (much about nothing) heh. Here `tis

This one's for you Kelandris, *mwah*

~~~~~~~~~

Scott popped open the back of the camera and dropped the roll of film 
in his pocket, neatly reloading the camera without looking down. He 
let his hands follow the simple steps while his mind focused on the 
pictures he wanted to take. He had to be quiet about it, Bob thought 
he was taking pictures of the boarded up warehouse. He refocused the 
lens on his friend and shot 5 quick frames of the black and white 
film. Bob hated having his picture taken. 

Scott moved the camera away from his face and studied his best 
friend. They both had dark hair and eyes and stood about the same 
height. Bob was bigger though, broader shoulders and bigger arms. 
Scott looked nothing like his family, he had high cheekbones and a 
faint Native American cast to his features where Bob, well Bob looked 
enough like his 30 or so cousins that everyone knew whose family he 
belonged to. Which wasn't always a good thing for Bob. 

Bob knew his friend was taking pictures of him. It made him 
uncomfortable, but it felt good too. He refused to look at Scott 
even though he could feel his eyes on him. Bob just shook another 
cigarette out of the pack and lit it, wordlessly handing it over to 
Scott before lighting another for himself. 

Scott shivered as he packed away the camera. He always forgot his 
coat. Or his gloves. Or his money. Bob smiled and pushed closer to 
his closest friend. Warming him with his body heat, sharing what he 
could.
Scott smiled and leaned in to the warmer man. This was good, just 
hanging out together like they used to. His smiled faded; it was 
the `used to' part that bugged him. Scott had been seeing less and 
less of Bob in the past few months and he wanted to ask him about it 
but he didn't want to ruin the day. He took a deep breath. 

"So..."

Bob looked over and raised one eyebrow. 

"How about some food?"

Scott followed Bob as they headed to towards the corner deli shaking 
his head at his own hesitation. This wasn't getting him anywhere. 
He felt like they were drifting apart, and if he didn't say something 
soon the gulf would end up to wide to cross.

Scott loved Bob like no one else in his life. They had met when they 
were eight years old. They spent a year or two in the same classes 
at school before realizing that they lived on the same block. At 
first Bob would wait for Scott so they could walk to school together, 
then they stared walking home together, doing homework together, 
playing street hockey together, and they both slipped into that 
comfortable place where you can feel your best friend even if he's 
six houses away. That place where you go to ask if he wants to play 
hockey and he's already lacing up his blades before you knock on the 
door. 

Sitting in seats across from each other both men were smoking 
silently, the remnants of a couple sandwiches pushed out of the way. 
Scott stretched out and propped his feet up in the booth next to Bob 
and leaned his head back closing his eyes. He could feel Bob's 
questioning gaze but refused to look. He had been quieter than 
normal during lunch. He just hadn't figured out how to ask Bob what 
the hell was going on. He didn't want to piss him off; a pissed off 
Bob was not a good thing. It rarely happened though. Scott 
remembered the first time he saw Bob angry.

It was at some kind of party. Bob's house was full of people talking 
loudly in a mix of Russian and English and the yard was full of 
kids. One of his cousins had cornered one of the littler kids and 
was pulling her hair and smacking the top of her head. When Bob saw 
this he stalked over, kids normally didn't stalk, but that was the 
only word Scott could think of for it. His back was straighter and 
his shoulders were squared. He moved like he was hunting something. 

Bob placed a hand on the older cousin's shoulder and turned him 
around. He was only a few inches taller than his cousin but Bob 
seemed to tower over him. He must have squeezed the shorter kids 
shoulder because he's knees buckled and his face contorted in pain. 
Bob leaned in close and said something to the boy only letting go 
when the cousin nodded violently and screamed `ok ok!'

When Bob joined Scott on the swings he was back to being just plain 
old Bob. A regular kid who walked around with his hands shoved into 
his pockets and his shoulders slumped. His dark hair was always 
falling over his forehead hiding shy chocolate eyes and a kind face.

Scott remembered what Bob's face looked like when he answered the 
question about what he had said to the older cousin. His eyes had 
gone dark and flat, his face hardened and his voice got quieter and 
deeper. 

"I told him I'd break both his arms."

Scott didn't doubt that Bob could and would do it when he saw his 
face.

Bob jarred Scott out of his memories by shoving at his feet. Looking 
over at his friend he tilted his head slightly and raised one 
eyebrow, asking Scott what was wrong. His friend was being real 
quiet; too quiet.

"Hey, I'm the silent one. What's going on with you?"

Scott laughed.

"Yeah you're right, you're the silent one... silent Bob."

Bob made a face at the nickname and raised that one eyebrow again.

"Nothings wrong man."

He dropped his feet out of the booth and leaned forward, elbows 
propped on the table.

"There's nothing wrong with me... anything wrong with you?"

Scott's voice was soft when he asked. When silence was his only 
answer he rushed ahead.

"I just mean, you know, well, you haven't been around much lately and 
you're quieter than normal, which is scary, and you're never smiling, 
I mean never and well... I was just wondering what's up?"

Bob watched his friend slump down in the booth and struggled for 
something to say. He didn't realize his misery was that obvious. 
Well, maybe it wasn't that obvious to just anyone, but this was Scott.

"It's nothing really, just some... family shit, they want me to go into 
the business and my father is pushing at me hard."

Scott nodded slowly. Okay, he could believe that, but it wasn't 
everything.

"What else?"

Bob looked at him and started to speak. Scott put one hand up.

"Don't give me that shit, there's something else going on Bob. I know 
you and the family crap pisses you off, but you ain't pissed off 
you're miserable."

He put his hand down and looked at Bob. Sighing, he said.

"You ain't got to tell me anything, but if you want to we could talk 
about it. Or your can at least hang out with me and be miserable with 
someone around."

Bob took of his ball cap and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I can do that." He smiled. "Come on, lets go shoot some hoops"

They ended up at Scott's house. As they were walking up the sidewalk 
Bob saw the empty driveway and dark windows.

"Parent's gone again?"

Scott nodded and unlocked the door, flicking on the lights as they 
walked into the house. His parents were both attorney's and they 
traveled constantly. Scott could count on one hand the days all 
three of them had been in the house together in the past month. He 
shoved aside that little stab of resentment and grinned at Bob.

"You know what that means?" His grin got bigger. "Beer!"

Midnight found them in the den finishing off another 6-pack. They 
movie they rented was over and they were relaxing in a comfortable 
silence.

"I went out with Becky the other night."

Bob broke the silence. Scott looked up at his friend from his sprawl 
on the floor but Bob was still staring at the ceiling. He waited for 
him to continue. 

"It was... well it was ok, she's hot and all, but... I dunno, it was just 
ok, yaknow? Not great or fucking fantastic. It was just ok."

Bob shifted on the couch, rolling onto his side to face Scott.

"Her dad almost caught us. I swear to god I had just zipped my pants 
when he came home."

Scott laughed and threw a pretzel at Bob's head.

"He'd fuckin' kill you if caught you with his darling innocent baby 
girl."

Bob just nodded and threw the pretzel back at Scott who dodged it and 
asked.

"So what made this date only ok?"

Bob just shrugged. ""I don't know, the date part was good, the 
movies then pizza and the talking part. But, yaknow you go through 
all that `cause you're waiting for the fun part. I didn't care about 
the fun part. I could have cared less whether I'd get in her pants or 
not. What the fuck is that about?"

Scott shrugged and sat up in one flowing motion.

"Did that every happen to you?"

Scott just shrugged again.

"It's not like it was a terrible date, just... boring. It woulda been 
more fun if you had been there."

Bob's mouth fell open and his eyes got huge as he realized what he 
had said. If Scott had been there... he wanted to spend time with 
Scott instead of Becky? Scott laughed it off with a smirk.

"Becky's probably not into threesomes."

Bobs eyes got even bigger. Threesomes. As in three people. Bob and 
Becky and Scott. He flashed on Becky's hand stroking his cock and 
his mind conveniently substituted Scott's hand for hers. His face 
flushed hot with a mix of embarrassment and- something he wasn't 
going to think about yet.

"Are you?"

Obviously his mouth wasn't listening to anything his head had to 
say. 

"Am I what? Into threesomes?"

"No. Yes. No. I mean-" Bob took a deep breath. "Are you into having 
another guy there?"

Scott stared at Bob waiting until his friend met his eyes.

"Yes."

"Are-you-fuckin-serious?!"

"Yes."

Scott waited for Bob to process this. It wasn't the way he had 
planned on telling him. Hell he really hadn't planned anything. He 
hadn't even told his parents yet. Bob was just staring at him and 
Scott reached for the last beer, not looking at Bob.

"I figured that might be why you weren't hangin' `round as much. 
Thought maybe you were getting some weird gay vibe offa me or 
something."

"N-no, it wasn't anything like that."

Bob's face was flushed and his brain was trying to twist around all 
these new thoughts. Scott. Scott was gay. His mind was conveniently 
flashing pictures of Scott's body, all the times they had changed 
clothes around each other, all the times they had hung around the 
pool. Scoot wasn't as big as Bob, he was taller and thinner, dark 
skin over lean muscles and a dusting of hair on his lower belly 
leading down into to his jeans. He was staring. He knew he was but he 
couldn't stop himself. His brain was melting. Bob flicked the off 
switch in his head and leaned over, kissing Scott hard and fast, then 
pulling back quickly.

Scott sucked his bruised lower lip into his mouth and stared at Bob. 
This was most definitely not what he expected. He slid up onto the 
couch and sat facing Bob.

"What are you doing? I mean what do you want-do you want?"

Scott rubbed his hands over his face. Fuck. Bob was busy staring at 
his hands that were twisting in his lap. Scott took a deep breath and 
started to speak again but Bob beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kissed you I'm sorry it's just all this-
and why I wasn't excited with Becky and maybe this is why and I got 
all these pictures in my head and oh god Scott how did you know I 
mean what made you think-"

Scott put one finger on Bob's lips.

"Shhh. I didn't mind the kiss, it was nice. Maybe it is why you're 
bored with sex. I dunno how I knew it just started to feel right, and 
what kind of pictures in your head?"

Bob was caught by Scott's eyes. It was just Scott. The nerves went 
away as he looked at his friend. HE shrugged and smiled shyly.

"Just, yaknow, touching you, you touching me."

Scott breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Bob relax. He looked his 
friend up then down, really looked. Broad shoulders and chest covered 
by the inevitable sweatshirt. That would have to go. Scott took Bob's 
hand and pulled him up. If he was going to seduce his best friend he 
was going to do it right. 

Bob followed Scott into his bedroom and flopped on the bed. It was 
weird in a good kind of way. It all felt completely normal with just 
this added edge of sweet tension. His breath hitched in his throat 
when Scott stretched out beside him.

"do you want to touch me? or do you want me to touch you?"

Scott watched Bob, hoping this was still okay, hoping this wasn't 
going to ruin everything. He almost missed Bob's quiet whisper.

"I want-I want you to touch me"

Scott shifted closer, placing one hand in the center of Bob's chest 
and just held it there feeling the fast heartbeat. He stroked his 
chest, up to his neck then down across his belly, reaching for the 
edge of Bob's shirt.

"Off."

Bob sucked in a harsh breath but raised up so Scott could push and 
pull the sweatshirt over his head. They shifted closer to each other 
when they lay back down. Bob could feel Scott's thighs pressing 
against his own. Scott moved closer and Bob could feel his hardness 
pressing into his hip. Scott's hands distracted him from further 
thought when they trailed over his chest. Soft whisper touches across 
his chest and belly, circling around his nipples but not quiet 
touching, fingers trailing up his neck and fingernails dragging down 
his arms.

"This okay?"

Bob opened his eyes and nodded at Scott. Okay, yes, this was okay, 
this was better than okay, he tried to get the words out but Scott 
choose that moment to brush his fingertips across Bob's nipples. His 
back arched up into the touch, desperate for more. Jesus Christ. He'd 
never had anyone touch him there. Never thought much about it but oh 
god this was incredible. Little sparks were shooting from his nipples 
to his cock, which was rapidly hardening. 

Scott watched Bob's face, looking for any sign of reluctance. Finding 
none there he sucked his index finger into his mouth, getting it wet. 
Bob's eyes got darker as he watched his friend lick and suck on his 
finger but he had to close his eyes when Scott ran the wet finger 
across Bob's nipples, touching and teasing. 

Biting his lip, Scott slung one leg over Bob's hip, straddling him.

"Still okay?"

Bob forced his eyes open and nodded to Scott, unconsciously pushing 
his hips up, craving more contact.

Scott trailed one hand across Bob's cheek, running one finger along 
the edge of the beard his friend had started growing. Curling around 
to the back of his neck he stroked the sensitive skin there and 
watched his friend shudder under him. He leaned forward, still going 
slow, still letting Bob have all the opportunity to call this off. He 
brought his other hand up to Bob's face, cupping his cheek as he 
leaned in and kissed him.

Scott's lips were soft, not as soft as a girls but still soft and 
hot, and it was different but it felt good, he kissed back, playing a 
little, starting to tease a little himself. He sucked on Scott's 
bottom lip, then gasped when he felt Scott's tongue slip across his 
lip. Scott started to pull away but Bob pulled him back. Kissing him, 
really kissing him now, Scott's tongue was pushing into his mouth and 
he angled his head so he could have more. God he wanted more. 

He brought his hands up and slid them under Scott's t-shirt. Pushing 
it up and breaking the kiss just long enough to get it over his head 
and thrown to the side. Bob slid one hand between their bodies, 
searching and finally finding one small dark nipple, already pebbled 
and hard. He tweaked it, twisting a little and swallowed Scott's 
moan. This was good, this was better than good.

Scott pushed up and away, putting one finger one Bob's lips when he 
saw the confusion in his eyes. 

"More. Is more okay?"

Scott's hands were fluttering at Bob's waistband, waiting for 
permission.

"God yes Scott, I want more, I want-I want you-"

"We can stop anytime, if you get-if you don't want-just say--"

It was Bob's turn to hush Scott with a finger to the lips. 

"I will, okay I will, I say if I wanna stop-but don't wanna, no 
stopping, please. *please*--"

Scott slipped the buttons free and pushed the jeans down, Bob's 
finger into his mouth at the same time and sucking once, just once, 
hard. He felt Bob's cock jump as he did it. Still watching Bob's face 
he slid lower bringing his face closer to Bob's belly, still pushing 
at the jeans, helping Bob kick them off. 

Finally he broke the stare, looking down at Bob's body. He stroked 
his stomach and thighs, pulling at the boxers until they too got 
shoved to the bottom of the bed. Scott shifted until he was lying in 
between Bob's legs. He rested his head on one thickly muscled thigh 
and brought his hand up, curling it around Bob's cock. He was so hot, 
so hard. The tip was shiny and soaked with pre-cum. Scott ran his 
finger around and around then put it in his mouth, tasting and 
sucking. He looked back up at Bob.

"I want to suck you."

Bob's cock jerked at the words and his head fell back on the bed. He 
tried to find his voice but couldn't manage any words. He nodded his 
head vigorously, hoping Scott would see. 

Obviously it was enough for Scott, Bob's cock was suddenly wrapped in 
velvet heat. Scott's lips were wrapped around the head and he was 
tonguing the sweet spot just under the tip. God it didn't feel like 
this when a girl did it. Scott's tongue was bigger, stronger and he 
was sucking just right, pulling him deeper and deeper into his mouth. 
Bob's cock hit the back of Scott's throat and he sucked hard, once, 
then twice and then Bob was coming, coming harder than he ever had 
before. Scott pulled away and climbed up closer to Bob, pushing in 
close. Almost snuggling but not quite. 

"That was-fuck-that was incredible-"

Bob stumbled over the words and finally gave up, pulling Scott in for 
a kiss, putting everything he was feeling into it. He kissed down 
Scott's jaw line, trailing his tongue over the salty skin and sucking 
briefly in spots, raising little red welts. He nipped at Scott's 
earlobe, whispering into it.

"I want to touch you now."

Scott leaned back and pulled Bob over him.

"You don't have to-you don't have to do anything-just whatever you 
want-"

Bob kissed Scott again.

"Shut up."

Scott's laugh turned into a moan as Bob fingered one of his nipples. 
He brought his mouth down to Scott's chest, paused for a moment, and 
then sucked his nipple deep into his mouth, letting his tongue rasp 
across it, sweeping back and forth. Scott felt so different, harder 
and stronger, saltier and it was good, it was really good when Scott 
did that, when he made that little noise in the back of his throat 
and slid his hands into Bob's hair holding him close.

"Fuck Bob, god that's good please don't stop please-"

"Not gonna stop, not gonna, relax baby, relax, I got you-"

Scott was aching with need, Bob could feel it. His mind twisted 
around the fact that he had just called his best friend baby but left 
that thought alone when his fingers found the waistband of Scott's 
jeans.

"Off?"

Scoot was pulling at buttons and pushing at fabric before Bob had 
finished saying that single word, and Scott was talking, talking non-
stop.

"Off, yes please off, want you, want you to touch me, anything, you 
don't have to-just anything-god please *please*--"

Bob finished pushing Scott's jeans and boxers down and off then put 
his fingers against Scott's lips to hush him only to have two fingers 
sucked into that hot mouth and licked and teased, a hot tongue 
twirling between them and over them. He could feel the little 
vibrations of Scott's moans like this and that combined with all the 
writhing golden skin in front of him and the smell of arousal was 
getting him hard again.

Bob slowly wrapped his hand around Scott's cock. Thinking back to 
what Scott had done to him and what girls had done before he leaned 
over and glanced up at Scott before licking across the head just 
once. Just one slow lick and the skin felt so hot, hotter than his 
mouth and he could taste Scott. It wasn't bad, slick and a little 
salty and he wanted to taste more. He looked up at Scott and held his 
gaze while he took another taste. Scott's eyes darkened to indigo and 
he breathed out a moan around Bob's fingers. 

"I want you. I want you in me."

Scott's eyes widened as he realized what he had said.

"Bob, you don't have to--I mean if you want-but I didn't mean-"

Bob crawled up the bed and kissed Scott quiet.

"You'd let me do that?"

Scott reached between them and squeezed Bob's rapidly hardening cock.

"Yeah- fuck yeah I'd let you."

"What do I-I haven't ever-I mean-"

Bob took a deep breath.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Scott smiled. 

"You won't. I know you wouldn't"

He rolled to the edge of the bed and reached under it. After 
rummaging around a bit he pulled out a bottle of lube and set it on 
the bed. 

Bob's nervousness was clear on his face so Scott pulled him down into 
a soft kiss. Stroking his shoulders and back he soothed him. The 
kisses got hotter and hands grasped and pinched nipples, stroked and 
scratched at thighs and arms.

Scott pulled back and took Bob's hand in his. Opening the lube he 
squirted a blob onto Bob's fingers and then looked at him.

"Ready?"

At Bob's nod he guided those fingers down, down between his legs. Bob 
touched him softly, tentatively feeling the soft patch of skin behind 
his balls and smiling a little at Scott's moan. He slid lower, 
feeling his way to Scott's opening and pushed on finger in slowly, 
watching Scott's face for any sign of pain, any sign that he might 
want to stop. Scott's moans were getting louder as Bob pushed in 
deeper and he was starting to pant.

"Mo-more"

"More?"

Bob was confused.

"More, put another finger in me, please, more"

Bob bit his lip and put more lube on his fingers, carefully sliding 
two inside Scott. It was so tight, he had to push harder to get them 
in. Finally they were as deep as they could go. Bob stroked the skin 
behind Scott's balls with his thumb and slid his fingers in and out, 
slowly, so slowly; he didn't want to hurt him. His cock was hard 
again now and the thought of being inside Scott was almost enough to 
make him come just thinking about it. It was so tight and so hot, a 
velvet heat that gripped his fingers as he slid in and out, a little 
faster now. he was concentrating so hard on Scott's body he almost 
didn't hear what Scott said. Almost.

"Now, I need-I want you now, please, inside me now, now"

Bob leaned over and licked the head of Scott's cock once more then 
grabbed the lube a spread a generous amount onto his cock, the cool 
liquid a sweet relief for a moment. He looked up at Scott.

"um, how, I mean-"

Scott pushed a pillow under his hips and pulled Bob on top of him.

"Like this, okay? I want to see you, I want you to see me, okay? Is 
it okay?"

"Shhh. Yeah, this is good, this is so good Scott."

Bob positioned himself between Scott's legs; taking his cock in his 
hand he guided it to Scott's ass. Pushing slowly, it didn't seem 
possible, it wasn't going to go in, just as he was about to stop the 
head slipped inside and Scott and Bob both moaned loudly. 

Scott wrapped his legs around Bob's waist and threw his head back, 
his teeth worrying his lower lip. It was so big, he was so full and 
it wasn't all the way in. it hurt god it hurt it was much bigger than 
the dildo he had used before. But it was Bob and it was so good he 
didn't want to stop. 

"Just wait, wait a minute, kay?"

Bob nodded, his hands twisting in the sheets and his eyes locked on 
where they were joined. It was like nothing he had ever imagined; 
nothing he had ever felt was even close to this. Scott was thrashing 
and moaning and he wanted to push in deep but he was waiting, god 
Scott was beautiful like this, golden skin glittering with sweat and 
twisting on the bed, his dark hair fallen over his eyes and his lips 
bruised from kisses.

When Scott finally nodded Bob moved forward, groaning as he slid 
deeper and deeper. He leaned over Scott and kissed him senseless when 
he was seated fully inside him, waiting for Scott to move first, 
waiting for it to be okay to move.

Scott was getting used to it, it was fucking incredible, the pain was 
fading and the pleasure was growing. He shifted his hips and sparks 
lit off behind his eyes. Bob gasped in fear/pleasure. He was worried 
he had hurt Scott but it felt so good when he did that.

"Scott, Scott talk to me, are you alright?"

Scott laughed breathlessly.

"Fuck yes I'm alright, now *move* dammit"

"Bossy little shit aren't you?"

Bob grinned and pulled out before sliding in again. Scott shifted so 
that Bob was hitting that sweet spot inside him on every stroke and 
reached his hand down to stroke his cock only to have Bob brush it 
away.

"I wanna, let me."

Scott nodded and Bob started to stroke him, timing his thrusts to 
match the movements of his hand. Scott was arching off the bed and 
Bob started pounding into him, needing to come.

"That's it, that's it baby, take all of it, all of me, fuck Scott, 
fuck, I'm gonna come, gonna come *now*"

Bob thrust hard against Scott once then twice hard then came 
shuddering and shaking. Scott put his hand over Bob's and jerked his 
cock with sharp fast strokes and came all over their bellies.

Bob's arms were quivering with the strain of holding himself above 
Scott. He leaned down for a slow soft kiss.

"I gotta move or I'm gonna fall."

Scott smiled and unwrapped his legs from around Bob's waist. They 
both groaned when Bob's cock slid out of Scott's opening. Collapsing 
beside each other they both lit cigarettes and laughed at the clich�.

Scott was staring at the ceiling, quietly smoking and Bob was 
watching him, wondering what this was going to mean in the morning.

"Stop it"

Bob jerked, startled.

"Stop it."

Scott repeated. 

"We're cool, still friends, this doesn't change that. Does it?"

Bob shook his head, smiling.

"Good."

Scott paused for a minute, then stubbed out his cigarette.

"You know you were my first."

Bob choked on the smoke he'd been inhaling.

"What??"

Scott laughed at him.

"You. Were. My. First."

He rolled over and rested his head on Bob's chest.

"I'd played with a dildo before, but until now, there wasn't anyone I 
wanted to do this with."

Bob stared, stunned. Then he slowly pulled Scott in for a sweet soft 
kiss.

"Thank You"

Scott just smiled and shifted into Bob's side, closing his eyes and 
drifting to sleep.