Title: Untitled (if ANYONE has any ideas, please tell me! I SUCK at picking titles! ) Author: Ravenica Rose Fandom: View Askewniverse Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob (who else? *g*) Feedback: SexGoddesses69@aol.com Archive: Sure...if ya wanna. Just keep my name on it. Rating: NC-17 Series/Sequel: Ummm....at the moment, no...but I've learned NEVER to say NEVER. *g* Disclaimer: Don't own the guys. They belong to Kevin Smith. Don't sue me, please! Not like you'd get anything anyway.... Notes: This is my FIRST story with these two. So PLEASE be gentle with me. If it sucks, don't blame me! I tried! Oh yeah, and this is dedicated to ALL those wonderful people out there who've given me such WONDERFUL fics to read in this fandom. I promised I'd try and I did. LOL. I think I covered all the bases here, too...got the angst, got the smut, got the sap. Hope yous guys like it. *crosses fingers* Can you die of a broken heart? I'd often wondered that, when I was young and naive. See, then, things weren't like they are now. I didn't have to deal with the things that I deal with on a daily basis back then. I never had to censor my feelings. Keep them locked away, behind a rough and tough facade that I display for the world to see. The silent intimidator, the quiet threat. "Yo, Lunchbox, you comin' or what? How many times do I have to tell your tubby ass that it's time to go? What're ya, lost in thought or some shit? Prolly dreamin' of my three piece set, huh? Yeah, I seen ya lookin'" He brings a hand down and grabs obscenely at his crotch, smirking. "How many times I have to tell ya I'm all about the pussy?" I flick my cigarette away, pushing myself away from the cold brick wall and following Jay without a word. Then again, since when is that different? "We should hit that party everyone's talkin' bout. Gonna be some mad kitty floatin' around that place...yeah, that's what we'll do, we'll go and get us a lil' piece..." Inwardly I sigh. Isn't that just like him? All he thinks about is chicks. And fucking. But me? I'm not in the partying mood tonight. I just want to go home, maybe put on a movie, and sit there and get drunk. Get drunk and reflect on just how low my life had become. "Shit, bitch, you listenin' to me or what?" Jay stepped up in my face as we reached the bus stop. "What the fuck is with your ass today? You're all distracted and shit...I mean, I know I'm fine and all, but you need to cut with the fantasy shit and get with the real world..." He tapped the side of my head, looking me dead in the eye and giving me one of those patented Jay-sneers. I pushed him away, reaching into my trench and getting another cig, and lighting it in silence. Always in silence. He falls silent as well, which is quite odd. After a minute I dare to steal a glance at him, the eerie glow of the streetlight reflecting off the fall of his golden hair, which cascades down across his shoulders. I also notice that the sneer had fallen away, and he just kinda stared off into space. Expression blank. No chance of reading whatever was running through his mind. *********************************************** What the hell is wrong with him? I look over at him, and catch him staring at me intently. He shrugs his shoulders and then looks away, staring down the street looking for our bus. Did I do something to piss him off or some shit? I can't think of anything I've done that's out of the ordinary lately. Fuckin' thin-skinned bitch...probably some shit I said or something. Don't he know I'm only jokin' when I say those things? 'Joking?' that annoying little voice says somewhere in the back of my mind. Yeah. As far as he knows, it's a joke. Nothing more. But really, it's what I want. Only how can I tell him that? He thinks I'm homophobic, remember? Puh. Never thought my fuckin' facade would come back and bite me in the ass. Hmph. Nah. He's gotta know I'm to some degree serious when I play those games. He's gotta. Tubby bitch ain't fuckin' retarded or anything. He's gotta know. "We goin' to the party or what?" I ask him. He just looks at me and shrugs. I can tell he don't wanna go. "Fine, we'll just go back home, smoke a bowl or something..." I say as our bus comes down the street, pausing at the stop. He shrugs again and motions to the bus. We get on the bus, and I sit down, watching Silent Bob sit down across the aisle from me. He don't even so much as look at me. Damn, whatever I did, it must be big. But there ain't no use in worrying bout it now, and he damn sure ain't gonna tell me, so I might as well just stop thinking about it. **************************************************** The bus is pretty empty for this time of night. I wonder why. Jay sits across from me, bitching about this and that, as per usual. I nod here and there, so he won't start prodding me about what's wrong again. Wonder what would happen if I just told him? Before I can stop it, my head shakes violently. No, can't even *think* about telling him that. He'd laugh. He'd ridicule me. But doesn't he do that already? I look over at him, and see him staring at me. He pauses in his rant, giving me a quizzical look, and then resumes his tirade. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, because I don't know how much more of this I can take. How many more times he can accuse me of wanting him. How many more times he can jokingly rub himself against me. How many times I can just ignore him, just act nonchalant when all I want is to scream at him that he's right, that I *do* want him, that I want him more than I've ever wanted anyone in my life. How did this happen? How did I allow myself to fall for someone as homophobic as he is? God hates me, She does. That's gotta be it, that's gotta be the reason that I'm cursed with this insanity that makes me be hopelessly in love with someone that I'll never have. I sigh involuntarily. Jay stops talking again and looks at me, but for once he doesn't say anything. Our eyes meet, and he just stares. And then... He smiles. ********************************************************* Fuck. He wants me. I can see it. He loves me. Ohhhh but what if I'm wrong? If I'm seeing something that's not there...and then I fuckin' embarrass myself by doing something about it....I'll never fuckin' be able to look him in the eye again. I just know it. But how long can I drop hints and expect him to take them? I mean, he must be made of some strong fuckin' shit, if he hasn't cracked by now. What if I'm wrong? Silent Bob stares at me a moment longer, and then turns away quickly. I smile again. He wants me. I know it. But there's only one way to know for sure. I smirk to myself, planning out the evening. ********************************************************** Another night in front of the TV. I fiddle with my longneck, my head dropping back to the couch lazily. Guess I should think about going to bed soon.... "Silent Bob..." I hear Jay say from the other end of the couch. I pick my head up and look at him. Instantly my heartrate elevates as I see the smirk on his face. It's a smirk I've seen before, the smirk he gives these little two dollar hookers when they pass. But it's never been directed at ME before. What the hell...? He slides across the couch toward me, pressing himself into my body. "Am I wrong to think that you want me?" he says to me in a voice I've never heard before. A soft voice. Something's very different about him. Is he playing with me? Trying to get some kind of rise out of me so he can laugh it up? I dare to look at him. Nope. No sneer on his face now. He even looks kinda nervous. Oh shit. This is it. Moment of truth. What do I do, what do I do?? He stares into my face, no doubt looking for a reaction. Now or never, *Silent Bob*, I think, and then I look back at him. "What happens if I say I do?" I ask, cursing the fact that my voice trembles. His smirk returns, wider this time. "This," he answers in that same voice, and then he bridges the gap between our lips, pressing his into mine firmly. My mind whirls, shock and surprise throwing me for a loop momentarily, before I find myself kissing him back just as passionately. "Shit, Silent Bob..." he whispers as we pull apart at last. I gasp as his hands run down my body, kneading and touching me, all the way down my front until they light on the bulge beneath my fly. I can't stop myself from arching into his touch, and I see the curve of his lips as he smiles this time, a genuine smile. He squeezes me through the thick material, driving me nearly insane, and all the time he just smiles at me. And I can't help but wonder if this is a dream. Am I asleep? ************************************************************************* Ohhhh look at 'im. I *knew* it. I *knew* he wanted me. Just as bad as I want him. Touching him like this is making me crazy. The little gasps that he makes is just too much for me to handle. I've gotta do something...do something now.... I grab his shirt and quickly pull it off over his head, dipping my head down to capture one of his nipples in my mouth. Just the taste of his skin is enough to make me tremble, as I slide off the couch and settle between his outstretched legs. I raise my head to look at him, his eyes boring into mine, dark and wide, his chest heaving as he draws long, shaky breaths. Ohhh Lunchbox don't fuckin' look at me like that. I'm trying like hell to keep my composure here... My fingers slip down and grab his pants, unbuttoning them and yanking hard, trying to get them off as quickly as I possibly can. He lifts his hips to accommodate me, and I pull them off, along with his boxers, and cast them aside. Daaaaaayyyum. Without hesitation I lower my head, taking as much of him as I can into my mouth. ************************************************************* OH SHIT. Nope, not a dream. Dreams aren't this real. I can't stop my hips from thrusting up into that wet heat, that wonderful wet heat that I've dreamed of so long that it's burned into my brain. But this time it's for real. Faintly I can hear wild moans, and it takes a few minutes for me to realize that they're my own. Damn, what's he doing to me? I can't...think straight...anymore... All I know is, my hands are tangled in long, blonde hair, and he's doing things to me that I never thought he would. ************************************************************** I raise my head and look at him, my tongue snaking out to caress the tip of his cock. God he's fuckin' gorgeous like that. And he tastes better than I ever could have imagined. I want nothing more than him to be inside of me. I smile at that thought alone, a wild shiver going all through me. "Whatcha waitin' for Silent Bob? Don'tcha wanna nail me?" I ask him. I hear a low growl come from him then, and suddenly he's yanking me up off the floor, hoisting me up and carrying me into his bedroom. Fuck, I love it when he's so damned aggressive. He throws me down onto the mattress, yanking wildly at my clothes until I'm completely naked. He slides himself on top of me, pressing himself against me forcefully, making me squirm as he slowly moves himself against me. "Shit....Lunchbox...you're fuckin' killin' me..." I manage to squeak out, before he captures my lips once more in a powerful kiss. His tongue finds its way into my mouth, twisting with mine, fencing for dominance. Well, shit, if it's submission he wants from me, then I can do that shit. I let a whimper escape my throat as he pulls away and sits up on his knees, his eyes meeting mine. They look so dark and dangerous, wild and passionate, that it steals my breath and makes my mind go blank for a minute. He reaches over, fumbling with the nightstand for a minute, and unearths a bottle. Hmm. Lube. I smirk as he pops the cap, pouring some into his hand and coating his fingers with it. He tosses it aside, and then just stares at me, his eyes roaming all over my body, as if he's trying to memorize me all at once. ************************************************************** Damn. As beautiful as Jay is with clothes on...he's a thousand times more beautiful without them. My eyes travel over him, coming to rest on his cock, which is hard and resting against his stomach. I reach out and run my hands over him, down his chest, and then down his stomach, feeling him tremble beneath my touch. I lay myself back down on top of him, leaning to the side a bit, propping myself up on an elbow. I feel him jump as I reach down and touch a finger to his entrance. He looks a bit nervous now, and he's being a little too quiet. I don't want him to be scared. I smile at him, reassuringly, and lean down to kiss him again, softer than last time, as I push my finger forward. He tenses a bit, but quickly relaxes as I push it inside of him, working the tension out slowly. God, I've never done this before....I hope I don't hurt him.... He suddenly gives a huge gasp and jumps nearly out of his skin. "SHIT! Fuckin' do that again....again...." he gasps. I crook my finger again, the results much the same. "Ohhhh...moremoremore...." he chants, pushing himself down on my finger. I waste no time in obliging, pushing another finger inside of him and scissoring them, loosening him up quickly. His nails rake my back as he digs them in and drags them. "Fuck....Bob....God....give it to me..." he slams himself against me hard, arching his back. Slowly I withdraw my fingers, watching him closely for signs of discomfort. He looks at me, his face flushed, his breathing heavy. Quickly I push my way inside of him, holding myself fiercely in check as I slip into that tight heat. His legs circle my hips as he squirms beneath me. "C'mon...nail me....c'mon..." he growls. That's all the prompting I need. I start slamming myself into him mercilessly, his loud moans spurring me on. ******************************************************************** "Fuckfuckfuck....OhGod....sogoodsogood....c'mon.....*Bob*" The words are pouring out of me on their own, I'm beyond rational thought by this time. He reaches a hand between us, grabbing my throbbing cock and jerking it rapidly as he slams himself inside of me. Too much...too much....can't hold on....fuckfuck.... "FUCK!! *BOB*!!" My body shudders as I spill all over his hand, all over him and myself. I hear a deep growl followed by a loud moan that sounds like my name from him, as he shudders as well, filling me. After a minute he collapses on top of me. The only sound now is our erratic breathing. ******************************************************************* I roll off of him and pull him into my arms, his head resting on my shoulder. "Damn Lunchbox....you rocked my world, bitch...." I hear his slurred reply. I smile as he crooks his head up and kisses me softly. I turn to look at him, his eyes shining brightly. "You know...I love you Silent Bob." he says, in that soft voice again. Yeah. I guess I did know, deep down. I don't know why I never acknowledged it. "I love you too, Jay." I say to him. And it's worth talking, for once, to see that beautiful smile of his. Make a mental note to say that to him alot. At least a hundred times a day. Just to see that smile. After all, some things are *worth* saying aloud. Especially if it gets results like *that*. THE END