Title: Tax Time
Author: Charles (jcrewguy@gmail.com)
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: R
Summary: Silent Bob does taxes. Jay watches.
Archive: List archive.
Notes: For the 3rd anniversary challenge. Thanks to Nat for the beta.

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Jay sat on the opposite side of the dining room table and stared at
Bob. There were few things sexier than that fat motherfucker goin' to
work like he was now. Jay didn't understand why Silent Bob insisted on
doing this every year, but he didn't mind.

So damn hot, with the pencil behind his ear, and the focused look on
his face as he would press buttons on the calculator and then compare
the results on that with the numbers on the form.

Occaisionally, Bob would shake his head in disgust at something and
reach for the pencil and put the eraser end to use. Then it would
promptly go back to where it came from. No twirling between his stubby
fingers. Silent Bob was all business.

Finally, after a long and agonizing wait, Silent Bob exhaled and ran a
hand through his hair. He looked at Jay and said, "Finished."

"'Bout time! So, we getting' anything back?"

Bob proudly showed Jay the completed forms.

"Awright!" Jay whooped. "Time to celebrate!"

Bob shook a finger at Jay. Not until the forms were signed and in the
envelope.

Jay couldn't help bouncing in anticipation as he watched Silent Bob
get the forms ready for mailing.

After what seemed like an eternity to Jay, the envelope was stamped
and sealed. He tackled Bob, who was ready for him. Silent Bob scooped
Jay up in his arms and the two of them began to kiss. After a moment,
Jay broke off the kiss and glared at Bob. "Damn, yo. Won't they ever
make that envelope shit taste good?"

Silent Bob shrugged as if to say, "Probably not." He looked down at
his rapidly swelling crotch and nodded his head.

"Yeah, yeah. That's always guaranteed to get the taste out of my
mouth."