Title: Scouts' Honor
Author: Deadgrrl
Fandom: Dogma / Askewniverse 
Pairing: Jay / Silent Bob
Rating: A Hard R or an NC-17, your pick.
Status: New
Archive: Will forward final to archivist on approved list. Anyone 
else want it, email me.
E-mail address for feedback: deadgrrl2@yahoo.com
Series/Sequel: Belongs in the Connections Universe. (Yes, there is a 
series, if I ever get going on finishing some of this stuff.)
Disclaimers: In concept, it all belongs to Kevin Smith - Jay, Silent 
Bob, the Askewniverse. I'm just borrowing them for my own secret 
pleasures but promise to return them unharmed... but exhausted... or 
frustrated, depends on which you choose.
Notes: This started as a response to a challenge issued by Tay. Then 
I wanted to work it into my Connections Universe. Then I decided it 
was unfair to answer a challenge and not have *any* sex. Then I wrote 
some sex, but couldn't reconcile it with my own series. Then I wrote 
an alternative scene. Then I decided that it wasn't fair to my series 
that no one was getting off. Then I realized I had three separate 
stories all based on the same initial set up. So what we have now is 
a "Choose Your Own Adventure." So, take your pick, make it canon to 
my series or not. Go for the hot sex or the touching angst ridden 
alternative. Oh the choices...
Series Notes: This would be set before Connections, but after Strange 
Bedfellows (WIP).
Plot Bunny Alert: It's in there, in adventure #2... I've already 
started on it. Can you guess what it is? <cackle>
Warnings: Sexual situations, Language

"Scouts Honor: Choose Your Own Adventure." 
By DeadGrrl

Bob sat on the couch, legs stretched out on the coffee table, 
reading. The apartment was quiet, and empty. Jay had gone out for the 
evening leaving Bob at home. Bob sighed. He should be enjoying this; 
he should be enjoying the time alone and away from the "mouth".

But he wasn't. He missed Jay. Sighing again Bob stopped trying to 
read his book. Instead he spent a long moment dwelling on Jay and 
their friendship. Bob knew what the problem was. He loved Jay. He 
wanted Jay. He knew this, but couldn't bring himself to tell Jay.

Especially not when Jay took such delight in tormenting him already. 
Jay teased, tormented and outright shocked Bob with his innuendo. God 
help Bob if Jay ever found out that he actually wanted him. It'd be 
like giving him a loaded gun.

The front door slammed and Bob glanced up at the hallway as Jay 
quickly flew past. Bob raised an eyebrow at the green blur and called 
out, "Jay?" He was intrigued by what he thought he saw... Couldn't be.

Bob heard the heavy sigh and Jay's reply, "What Lunchbox?"

"Jay... what are you wearing?" Bob called, interest piqued.

Bob watched the doorway carefully and a moment later Jay appeared in 
the door frame in... Dear God, a Girl Scout uniform. Bob's eyes 
widened at this vision. Jay's long torso encased in a green jumper, 
complete with a starched shirt and Lord help him. Knee-hi socks.

"I don't want to talk about it," Jay replied.

Bob felt his hand slap over his mouth as he attempted to hold back 
his laughter. He nodded and continued to stare, taking in all the 
details. Patent leather shoes. Where the hell do you find patent 
leather shoes in a size 13?

Jay gave Bob a warning look and made a move to return to his bedroom. 
Bob called to him again. He had to ask.

"Merit badges?"

Jay stopped and looked at the ceiling. Responding through clenched 
teeth he replied, "The guy on the bus took them."

Bob nodded at this, biting the inside of his mouth.

Jay looked at Silent Bob and noticed he was turning purple. Rolling 
his eyes he replied, "For fucksake, out with it already Lunchbox. 
Cause I'm not gonna give you fucking mouth-to-mouth if your ass 
passes out."

Bob gave a gasp and then shook in unsurprisingly silent laughter. 
Smaller gasps and exhales escaped from him as his entire frame shook, 
shuddering almost painfully.

"Oh my God... Jay..." Bob managed. 

Jay leaned against the door frame as he watched him laugh. "Are you 
done? Can I go now?" he asked testily. In reality Jay was trying not 
to smile himself. Bob seldom, if ever, laughed out loud. This was a 
rare treat.

Bob wiped his eyes and gestured to Jay to come closer. "Yes, I'm 
done. But come here and tell me what happened." 

Jay walked into the living room and stood in front of Bob. Bob took 
in the complete effect. Jay was indeed wearing what must be a genuine 
Girl Scout uniform. It was that particular shade of green. The shirt 
had the small patterned insignia. The jumper however, showed a much 
more generous amount of leg than any Girl Scout would probably be 
allowed to reveal. The hem of the jumper hung at mid-thigh, Jay's 
pale skin beneath. The white knee-hi socks really set the off the 
whole outfit, tiny insignias woven into the material. The combined 
effect was cute... and oddly stimulating, Bob decided.

"So I hook up with this chick and she's all talking to me, chatting 
me up and down, so I know she wants my bone. Then her friend comes up 
and is all talking to me and shit. So I'm thinking - fucking jackpot. 
These hot chicks both wanting me to do them. And they're *friends* 
man. So they suggest that we like adjourn back to their place.

"This blow my mind, cause I'm thinking I'm gonna get a snatch set and 
who in their right mind is gonna say no? They're all giggling and 
laughing and I'm thinkin' fuckin' A, I'm gonna see some of that 
lesbian shit up close and personal like!

"So we get back to their place and shit. And these broads are like 
all stroking me and rubbing on me. I'm already hard as a fucking rock 
and ready to fucking go. Only before we gets anywhere near to naked 
they stop me and ask if I would play dress up first.

"And I'm like, if it gets one of you sluts horizontal and riding my 
stick, no problem. So they start stripping me. Man, you ever have 2 
chicks get you naked? Fuck, it had to be one of the hottest things I 
ever had done to me. They were undressing me, but they wouldn't let 
me to touch 'em. And then the chick in front of me disappears and 
comes back with this," Jay gestured to the outfit. "And I'm 
like, 'Whoa! You want me to dress up like a Girl Scout and then fuck 
you two? That's fucking crazy, but I'll do it!'"

"And I should have known. Man, I should have known. The way they were 
giggling... Anyways, so they get me out of my boxers and I swear they 
didn't even blink an eye at my pole, should have tipped me off right 
there, and get me into this. So then they're going on about how cute 
I look, about how I'm so sweet and shit. And I'm like, 'I got 
something sweet for you two under this here skirt.' And they just 
continue to giggle. And then, then they convince me to 'role play'. 
At first I'm thinking what the fuck does Dungeons and Dragons have to 
do with this shit?"

Bob nodded encouragingly, fascinated with the story and with how when 
Jay gestured widely with his arms the edge of the jumper hiked up a 
good inch.

"No, they tell me. We want you to go outside the door and knock and 
try to sell us cookies. And I'm like, oh yeah, I got some cookies for 
you sluts. So I go outside and you know what? Do you know what?!?" 
Jay yelled angrily. "Those broads wouldn't let me back in!"

Bob nodded as Jay put his hands on his hips, looking every inch a 
very pissed off Girl Scout. Bob nodded in sympathy as Jay continued.

"So, I'm stuck in this outfit with no wallet, no money, not even a 
fucking bus pass. Dude, you *don't* want to know what I did to get 
bus money. Fucking bullshit, man. I am *never* leaving the apartment 
without you again!" Jay concluded, shaking his head. "Oh, before I 
forget..." and he wandered off to his room. Returning a moment later 
he threw Silent Bob a box.

"I saved you the thin mints, Lunchbox, I know how you like 'em. Man, 
I gotta go get out of this thing. How the hells do those Scottish 
guys wear those kilts? Man, I fuckin' cold." Jay muttered as he left 
the living room.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Adventure #1 
Canon to Connections
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bob watched Jay depart as he held the box of cookies over his lap, 
hoping it covered the enormous hard on he had. Jesus... Patent 
leather shoes and knee hi socks... Short, very short, green jumper 
revealing pale thighs. 

Bob waited until he heard Jay's bedroom door slam and adjourned to 
his own room where he could jerk off until he screamed, images of how 
this moment should have played out in his head.


Jay stood in his room trying to unbutton tiny little buttons. Goddamn 
women, convincing him to do this. Then Jay heard Bob's door shut and 
soft sounds of Bob jerking off.

Jay smiled. Damn, how about that? Suddenly the entire evening had 
redeemed itself, had all been made worth the bullshit. Listening to 
the muffled noises Jay wondered if he should go tell Bob he knew... 
Nah, he wasn't ready for that shit yet. Bob would let him know when 
he was ready. Jay just hoped this recent incident would move that 
unknown date up a little. Christ, how much did it take to get Bob to 
admit that he wanted to fuck him? He'd been dropping hints on Bob for 
fuckin' years already. 

Pulling the shirt over his head he dropped the garment to the floor. 
Jay ran a hand down his chest and belly to his dick. He was already 
half hard, had been since he had gotten home and watched Bob watch 
him. Those dark eyes giving him the once over, twice. He ran a hand 
over his dick as he listened to Bob in the other room. His dick 
quickly filled out as the sounds of Bob, and the thought of Bob, 
doing exactly the same thing pushed so many buttons in Jay's psyche 
that he began to tremble. Quickly he reclined on the bed, stroking 
himself in time to the low gasps he heard from Bob's room, as he had 
done countless occasions before. This was a familiar game already, 
Bob and Jay jerking off "together". Jay closed his eyes and 
concentrated on the subtle sounds coming through the thin walls. 
Silent Bob might be quiet in all other aspects of his life, but when 
he jerked off he got a little vocal. 

"Damn it, Lunchbox, you get me hot too..." Jay murmured softly to 
himself as he continued the slow stroke. He decided to up the ante a 
little more as he spread his thighs a little wider, getting more 
comfortable and grabbed his bottle of lube from the night stand. 
Squirting some into his hand, he warmed it and ran the slick palm 
over his dick. Some of the lube trailed down his hand, onto the 
blanket beneath him, but Jay was already to into it to notice or 
care. The gliding motion of his fist and the sound of Bob were 
already combining into an excellent fantasy fuck.

Jay's hips gave a subtle thrust as he closed his eyes, concentrating 
on the low noises and remembering every occasion he'd ever got a look 
at Silent Bob's unit, or the few occasions that he had to see Bob 
naked. Jay moaned lowly and forced himself to slow down. He should 
make Bob would wait for him... he always did. Only Jay was gonna 
make him really sweat this time.


Bob panted as he worked his hand over his cock, and gasped out his 
pleasure. He heard Jay, in his own room, join him in jacking off. 
Christ, he loved it when Jay would do this. It was so hot; it was 
almost like he was there with Bob. He heard a low moan and Bob 
shuddered, imagining the girl scout uniform bunched up to the thin 
waist as the slender digits gripped that long thin cock tightly. Bob 
gave a moan himself at that image.


Jay heard Bob moan and smiled as he continued to stoke, his hips 
still riding a slow thrust. He knew Bob could take a long time, 
dependent on the stimuli. Luckily, Jay knew was stimulated Silent Bob 
most. Jay gave a gasp and moaned, "Oh fuck, yeah, work it..." and 
waited for the reaction.


Bob listened to Jay moan and talk to him. He loved it when Jay talked 
for him. The throaty voice of the blond came through the wall with 
astonishing clarity. Asking, begging... "Uh, god... yeah, touch me, 
fuck..." was the next bit of input from Jay. Bob shook as he forced 
his hand to slow down, wanting to make it last. This was too good...

Jay's own hand had slowed as well, and his voice was low but still 
audible as he moaned, "Please, oh fuck please." His eyes were tightly 
shut and the hand stroking him so sweetly belonged to Silent Bob, not 
his own. Bob was there with him, he could hear Bob's moans... And how 
wished he could be next to Bob, could have Bob with him, have Bob in 
him.


Images flickered behind Bob's closed eyes of a hot little blond 
bending over to show him exactly what was under that skirt, pulling 
it up slowly and bracing his hands against the wall as he asked so 
sweetly...


"Please Bob..." Jay moaned aloud as his hips began to thrust hard.


Yeah, just like that, asking for it... Bob's eyes shot open... That, 
that wasn't in his head. Bob quickly glanced around the room, hand 
still pumping, trying to guess at what strange law of physics had 
been broken to translate thought into sound.


"Uh, Bob, please! " Came the panted words, as Jay felt the beginning 
of the quick slide into orgasm.


Bob's hand made the connection faster than his brain as it sped up. 
Jay... Jay's voice... Jay's voice calling his name. Oh God... Bob 
hips gave a sharp thrust and he came with a moan, calling out "Jay!" 
in a surprised gasp.


Jay shuddered as he collapsed flat on his back, cum splattered across 
his belly. "Holy fuck," he whispered softly, gasping. Bob had to have 
heard him. Goddamn, that was really hot. Tucking an arm under his 
head Jay looked at the ceiling of his room, not seeing the stained 
ceiling, but some moment in the undisclosed future where he wouldn't 
be lying alone in his bed, but with his not-so-silent companion. And 
that thought made Jay smile.


Bob wiped himself off with a towel that had been left on his floor. 
Sighing to himself he stretched out on his bed and wondered not for 
the first time, how much longer this was going to go on. It wasn't 
enough that he had to deal with Jay's innuendo on a daily basis, then 
Jay would do something like, like *this*. Bob shuddered again, 
aftershocks of pleasure still running through him. 

Bob closed his eyes, saddened at the denial they both perpetrated. 
Jay wouldn't mention this little incident tomorrow. And Bob couldn't 
bring himself to speak of it, afraid of the consequences, afraid of 
losing the little that he had. Silent Bob wiped his eyes and tried to 
think of a moment beyond the current where everything would work out, 
and Jay would know of his love and return it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Adventure #2
Non-Canon
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Wait." Bob called out to Jay.

Jay walked back in to the living room. "What?"

Bob patted his lap and smiled at Jay. Jay shook his head in amusement 
and walked over to Bob and sat on his lap, legs sprawled open.

"You do look cute," Bob told him.

Jay rolled his eyes and gave sharp gasp as Bob's hand slid up his 
thigh. "Y-Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Can I interest you in some cookies? I got a sleeve right here..." 
Jay teased as Bob's hand pushed upwards under the edge of the jumper. 
Jay's breath caught as the warm hand stroked his cock. "Saved them 
for you," Jay whispered into Bob's ear and was then pushed down onto 
the couch as Bob's hands pushed the jumper up and over his hips. 
Bob's knees hit the floor with a dull thud as he kneeled in front of 
Jay and pulled him to the edge of the couch.

"Oh god," Jay gasped as Bob's mouth swept over his cock. Bob settled 
between the sprawled legs, hands firmly gripping the knee-hi clad 
calves resting on his shoulders. He worked Jay's cock in and out of 
his mouth, listening to Jay's shuddering breath.

Jay pulled at Bob's head, tugging him upward. "I want you in me, uh, 
in me, Bob..." 

Bob released the hard cock from his mouth as he pushed himself up. 
Pulling Jay along, they kissed frantically as they stumbled to the 
bedroom. Bob pushed Jay over the chair sitting next to the desk. 
Plucking the bottle of lube off the nightstand he returned to Jay and 
pushed the jumper up. Quickly he covered his fingers with lube and 
pushed them into the tight opening.

"Fuck... Fuck." Jay moaned at the invasion of cold slickness, but was 
rewarded a moment later as he heard the quick hiss of Bob's zipper 
and the soft rustle of pants hitting the floor, and the coldness was 
replaced by something much hotter. Grabbing the seat of the chair Jay 
groaned as Bob cock slid slowly into him.

Bob held onto the slim hips and pounded into Jay's ass; he pushed the 
uniform further and stroked the smooth skin of Jay's back. Jay's 
voice was absent though he was gasping and moaning as Bob thrust into 
him again and again. Jay gasped aloud as he called out, "Wanna watch 
you come... Bob... please!" and was momentarily disappointed as the 
hard cock left him but overjoyed at the fact that Bob pulled him off 
the chair and pushed him onto the bed. 

Gasping nosily Jay sprawled open his legs and tugged the jumper up. 
Bob kicked off his jeans then joined Jay on the bed and quickly 
thrust between his thighs, Jay's legs over his hips. Bob leaned 
forward while pounding into him and caught his mouth in a kiss. Jay 
devoured Bob's mouth greedily as he moaned in pleasure.

Jay's hand pushed in-between them, stroking his dick as Bob's voice 
whispered to him, "Are you a good Girl Scout or a bad Girl Scout?"

Jay moaned and replied, "Bad, come on... harder.... Oh fuck, 
harder..." 

Bob's hips began a savage thrust and Jay's voice completely 
disappeared as he was reduced to harsh gasps and moans. Bob's hand 
was suddenly over his jerking him and Jay came with strangled cry.

Bob gave another thrust and came as Jay clenched around him, his 
orgasm so intense it stole his breath for a moment. Gasping he 
collapsed on Jay.

"Oh god," Jay's voice whispered into his ear. Bob angled himself off 
the form beneath him only to have Jay's arms tug him back down. Bob 
lay on top of Jay gingerly trying to distribute his weight. Jay 
pulled him close wanting the heavy frame on him.

"Oh god," Jay repeated, his hands stroked the face so close to his 
own, fingers caressing the facial hair. 

Blue eyes focused on Bob. Jay gave a small smile and watched Bob's 
relaxed but serious expression, dark eyes showing so many emotions at 
once.

"Lunchbox?" Jay asked softly.

"Yes, Jay?"

"That was fuckin' some of the hottest sex I ever had." Jay confided.

"Is that so Jay?" Bob asked in amusement.

"Yeah. You know why?"

"No, why Jay?"

"Cause it was with you, Lunchbox." Jay finished as he kissed the full 
lips sweetly. Bob's mouth melted into Jay's as he held him tightly.

"The uniform was a nice touch," Bob mentioned as he rolled them over, 
Jay now on top of him. Jay grabbed another pillow and tucked it 
behind Bob's head.

"It was this or the catholic school girl outfit." Jay told him as he 
laid his head on the wide chest listening to Bob's heartbeat.

"Really?" Bob smiled, imagining plaid skirts... Hmmm.

"This seemed more plausible." Jay snickered.

"Worked nicely, you look hot." Bob agreed.

"Yeah? So, you had something for a Girl Scout at some point, huh?" 
Jay teased.

"No. I got something for you." Bob responded. "And I have to admit, 
you look really fuckin' hot in this little ensemble."

Jay smiled into Bob's chest, pleased with the compliment. Not that 
he'd let Bob know. "Well, I don't mind doing this for you Lunchbox. I 
don't understand it, but I don't mind it."

Bob rolled his eyes. He'd let Jay have his delusions. For the 3 years 
they had been "together", Bob had never once asked Jay to dress up 
for him, never expected it, never demanded it. But what did it 
matter? Especially when he got to reap such rich rewards. Like the 
time Jay dressed up like Princess Leia, circa A New Hope, hair buns 
and all. Christ, they didn't get out of bed for three days. To this 
day, he'd hear the words "Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi, you're my only 
hope," and get an immediate boner.

"Thank you Jay, you're so good to me." Bob murmured into the long 
hair as he kissed Jay's head. 

Jay sighed contentedly into Bob's shoulder, smiling. "Love you, 
Lunchbox."

"Love you too." Bob replied as they drifted off to sleep, together, 
holding each other tight.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Adventure #3
Non-Canon
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

"Damn these jumpers are itchy!" Jay complained as he scratched his 
ass, walking back to his room.

Bob watched the sloping grace of Jay's walk unhindered by the normal 
oversized apparel. Pale legs, muscular calves, caught his eye.

"Jay?" he called.

Jay reappeared in the doorway. "Yeah?" 

Bob smiled at him, still amused at the overall effect. Jay sighed and 
walked back into the living room, standing in front of Bob.

"What?" he asked, getting perturbed. He knew he looked silly, but if 
Bob was just gonna stare at him...

"How many boxes have you sold?" Bob asked him, amusement still 
apparent in his voice. Amusement and something else.

Jay smirked at the question and pondered the tone of voice; the way 
Silent Bob was looking at him. Jay wet his lips trying to gauge if 
Bob wanted to or what. 

Bob continued to stare at him, wearing that same smile. An eyebrow 
flicked upward, briefly. So briefly that Jay could have missed it. 
But he hadn't, thank god. They *were* gonna. 

Jay's smirk dissolved with the recognition. They were gonna and 
that's all that mattered, cause Bob gave the best hand jobs and Jay 
had waited for this way too fuckin' long to miss out on the 
opportunity.

Jay walked toward Bob and straddled his lap. "A few... You wanna help 
me earn a badge?" he teased as he ran a hand down Bob's chest. God, 
he wished he could think of a way to get Bob naked. But still, this 
was gonna be fun.

Bob's eyes widened slightly as Jay's hand brushed down his chest, 
lingering on his nipple, feeling for it through the sweatshirt. Oh, 
my... What the hell was this? Counting his blessings Bob ran a hand 
up the mostly bare thigh.

Jay twitched at the soft hands slowly stroked the outside of his 
thigh. Bob's hands were warm, softly caressing him. He gave a small 
gasp as one hand reversed and began to stroke the inside of his 
thigh. Jay felt his breathing increase, getting turned on by soft 
touches, and the unexpected surprise of Silent Bob's arousal at the 
outfit.

"So, is this how you sell so many cookies little girl?" Bob teased as 
Jay's hands went to his shoulders, casually brushing the dark hair. 
Jay watched Silent Bob as he felt the warm hands stroke further up 
the inside of his thighs.

"Uh huh, I've sold more than anyone else has..." Jay gasped as Bob's 
hand glanced off the head of his cock. "Mister, are you gonna buy a 
box?" He chewed his lower lip attempting to look innocent and not 
quite accomplishing it. Instead he looked like an overgrown Girl 
Scout looking for trouble.

Bob smiled at Jay, amused by his willingness to play. This was a 
completely different side of Jay that Bob had never seen. Silent Bob 
was enjoying it immensely. 

"I think I'll take a box. Let me get my wallet." Bob replied.

"I'll help you. " Jay's hand slide into Bob's front pocket and 
grabbed the hard cock twitching against his thigh. "Oh, Mister. You 
only got a roll or quarters... or are they half dollars?" Jay smiled 
as his hand continued to stroke.

Bob gasped aloud as Jay's hand stoked him, giving up a silent prayer 
of thanks for deep pockets and baggy jeans. Bob spent the next few 
moments breathing heavily as Jay's hand fondled him, Jay's eyes never 
leaving his. 

Jay's hips gave a small thrust, as he asked softly "Mister... please?"

Bob gave a brief smile as his hands returned to stroking the pale 
thighs. Jay's breath caught as Bob slowly and deliberately slid his 
hands up the inside of Jay's thigh up past the short jumper, 
teasingly softly. 

"Oh... god," Jay whispered, eyes widening. 

Bob shuddered as the hand stroking him twitched. He took Jay's into 
his hands, using both to stroke the already hard cock. He held his 
hands together around that hardness and waited for Jay thrust into 
his hands; Jay's preferred method. Jay gave a low moan as he began a 
slow thrust into the warm palms.

"Yeah... oh fuck... Mister..." Jay breathed heavily as he continued 
to thrust into Bob's hands. He increased the speed in which he was 
stroking Bob, and listened to the soft gasp from his friend.

"What badge are you going for?" Bob's voice teased Jay as their pace 
picked up.

"The Helping Hand" Jay gasped, his laugh dissolving as the palms he 
was thrusting into tightened slightly, increasing the pressure.

Bob gave a small snort of laughter that quickly disappeared as Jay's 
hand pulled at him. Suddenly Jay's grip changed. The stroke became 
harder, faster, as Jay's hand working him perfectly. Bob began to 
thrust quickly and gave a groan as orgasm took him by surprise. "Oh 
god..." Bob gasped.

Jay stroked him a few more moments, and pulled his hand from the 
pocket. Bracing both of hands on Bob's shoulders, Jay continued to 
push, his stroke more even as he concentrated completely on thrusting 
into Bob's warm hands. 

"Oh fuck," came the soft moan.

Bob watched the blond as he continued to pant and thrust, eyes 
tightly closed. This was hotter than any other time they had ever 
jerked off together. Jay's breathing increased another notch and Bob 
knew Jay was close.

"Come on little girl, give it to me..." Bob whispered as Jay 
continued to thrust, now making small noises from deep in his 
throat. Bob leaned forward and boldly kissed the panting lips, 
something he had never done previously. 

Jay's mouth responded to the contact immediately, covering Bob's 
mouth with a hard kiss of his own. Bob sucked on the thin lower lip 
and asked, "What's you next badge gonna be for? Blowjobs?"

Jay gave a hard thrust as he gasped, coming suddenly. Warm spunk 
covered Bob's palms. "Oh fuck," Jay sighed heavily, resting his head 
on Bob's shoulder for a moment. "Damn... Bob..." Jay's voice trailed 
off as he spent another moment relaxing on Bob. 

Bob's hands continued to slowly stroke down his cock, familiar and 
gentle. Jay liked this part best and hated it most. The few moments 
between the fuck and the uneasy disengaging. Bob continued to stroke 
him softly, and Jay buried his head in Bob's neck wishing the moment 
could last forever. 

But they were only friends. And it wasn't really sex. And Bob wasn't 
his boyfriend. And as much as he wanted it all to be true, it wasn't. 
But in that little moment between, it felt real. It felt right, like 
it should be forever. 

Jay sighed again and pulled his head from Bob's shoulder, "As usually 
Lunchbox, it was fun. I almost don't mind helping you get your kicks 
this way. You know, you gonna make someone real happy someday. " Jay 
told him as he prepared to move off Bob. One small problem, Bob still 
had a firm grip on his dick.

Silent Bob stared into Jay's eyes, still caressing his cock. Lightly 
stroking Jay with one hand the other hand had a firm grip at the 
base, fist resting in pale pubes. Bob continued to stare at Jay, as 
if he were challenging him.

Jay was struck speechless for a brief moment, caught between being 
scared and not wanting to leave. Jay wet his lips as Bob's grip 
didn't lessen and asked, "Lunchbox?"

Bob smiled and continued the intimate caress.

Jay wet his lips again. What the fuck? He watched Bob for a long 
moment, trying to puzzle out what it was he saw in Bob's eyes.

Bob's smile widened, and he leaned forward and whispered to Jay 
confidentially, "Jay?"

"Yeah Bob?" Jay whispered in return.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and to let you go. Tell me to stop, 
to let you go, and that you don't want me to do this to you anymore, 
cause we're just friends and friends don't do this..." Bob replied 
and kissed the soft pink lips briefly. 

Jay's eyes closed for a moment as Bob's lips lingered on his. All too 
soon they were gone. Jay opened his eyes, looking into deep brown 
eyes. This was it. This was the moment. The moment he never thought 
would come. The moment that could be the beginning of forever. Jay 
swallowed hard, absolutely terrified of the thoughts going through 
his head. Of what he wanted to say. Of all the things that could 
happen because of this one moment. He took a deep breath.

"No." He whispered. "Don't stop. Don't let me go. I do want you to do 
this to me... all the time. I don't want to be just friends..." Jay's 
voice disappeared, caught in some strange emotion that he didn't 
think he'd ever feel past unrequited.

Bob's hands did leave him then, but only to reappear at his back 
pulling him closer as Bob's mouth caught his in a kiss. Jay's arms 
wrapped around Bob tightly and he tried to pull Bob closer, tried to 
hold onto as much of Bob as possible.

"Jay, Jay, Jay..." Bob's voice called to him as they embraced and 
kissed frantically, trying to make up for many years in one moment.

"Oh God... Bob." Jay sighed; his mouth covering Bob's again. There 
was no better kisser, Jay decided. Bob gave the best kisses. No one 
else even came close. He kissed the warm lips, the mustache softly 
abrading him. He was gonna have marks in the morning, and he couldn't 
think of anything more wonderful than that.

Bob chuckled at Jay's attempt to devour him. "Easy... easy... We got 
all night, we have forever... Jay, please..." He gasped lightly as 
Jay's mouth worked on the sensitive skin of his neck. Jesus, he 
created a monster, Bob thought to himself. All that pent up energy 
combined with the limitless libido of the young man in his lap... 
he'd be lucky if they got out of bed by next Tuesday.

"Bob, Bob, I want you to fuck me. And, and I want to fuck you. And 
blowjobs... we gotta do some of those... and holy fuck Bob, I want 
you do all sort of things to me... Cause, cause I don't want anyone 
else ever, just you. I wanna do everything with you..." Jay's voice 
cascaded over them as Bob's hand found the zipper to the uniform and 
pulled it down, opening the back. Jay paused as the jumper and shirt 
were pulled over his head. "But can we... Can we kiss some more?" 

Bob smiled as he kissed Jay soundly. "Yes Jay, there will be lots of 
kissing."

Jay smiled back. "Cool." He stared at Bob for a moment, suddenly shy, 
and very aware that he was sitting on Bob's lap naked but for a pair 
of knee-hi socks and patent leather shoes. "Uh, Bob?"

Bob's smile widened to a grin. "Yes, Jay?"

"Umm, are we gonna do some, umm, kinky stuff too?" Jay felt his 
cheeks warm, aware that they were probably well on their way 
into 'kinky'.

"You mean like me take you to my room and fuck you up a wall clad 
only in knee-hi socks and patent leather shoes?" Bob continued to 
smile as Jay's face flushed red.

"Uh, yeah..." Jay's voice was whisper as he gave a silent prayer of 
please, please, please.

Bob took in the sight of Jay, sitting on his lap, clad only in socks, 
footwear and a lovely shade of pink. "Are we, Jay?"

Jay swallowed hard, still looking into Bob's eyes. "Yes." 

Bob kissed Jay again, stroking his hand over the trembling frame. "If 
you insist. Yes, Jay." Bob kissed Jay's neck softly as he asked, "Do 
you have any lube, Jay?"

Jay moaned and nodded.

"What a resourceful Scout you are... Go get the lube Jay." 

Jay nodded again as Bob prodded him off his lap and as pushed him 
toward his bedroom. "Go on, I'll be along shortly." Bob told him. 

Jay nodded and went to his bedroom, thrilled at the new development. 
Bob was gonna give it to him, finally. In one moment everything he 
wanted had come true. God, he couldn't wait...

Bob watched him go, smiling at the retreating form. Oh yes, Jay was 
going to be a handful. But this handful was going to be all his and 
Bob couldn't believe the route it had taken them to get to this 
point. And somehow felt a little indebted to the Girl Scouts of 
America and reminded himself to make sure they bought two boxes next 
year. Or maybe even three. 

END