Title: What Would Happen?
Author: Kelandris the Mad
Fandom: View Askewniverse, general (probably around Clerks, I'm not 
sure)
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: Mushy G again. Cuddles, wishes and hopes, no sex.
Status: New
Archive: wherever you want, full permission, just lemme know about 
it. No, I don't believe grabbing it from the list requires a note. :>
E-mail address for feedback: kel@crazysheep.net (as I'm having 
problems with Hotmail and I'm keeping Insub as clear as possible)
Series/Sequel: I doubt it. Just a little smarm piece. UST UST UST!
Disclaimers: All characters belong to Kevin Smith and the View 
Askewniverse. If I really get into this, I probably will too. Or at 
least go into hock when I walk into a video store, go into rut, and 
buy all the DVDs at once.
Notes: Had Meredith Brooks on the brain. This is what happens when 
I'm the only one awake. :>
Summary: Bob runs through his head what could happen, if he gave in 
to his desire for Jay.
Warnings: None, really. No spoilers, nothing people don't already 
know. Heavy on the quoted stuph.

"What Would Happen?"
by Kelandris


"Electricity 
Eye to Eye
Hey don't I know you 
I can't speak"

Silent Bob tapped out a cigarette, lighting it off the butt of the 
last, watching as Jay wandered out of the Quickstop, snack-cake in 
hand. He slouched over to where Bob stood, serene in his black 
leather, standing as if for ready battle, feet planted wide apart. 
Bob dropped the cig and ground it out, smoking down the new one.

"Stripped my senses 
On the spot 
I've never been defenseless 
I can't even make sense of this 
You speak and I don't hear a word"

Jay was muttering about something, and for once, Bob didn't bother 
keeping up with the running patter. When the younger man gestured 
towards the bus stop, he simply nodded, moving like a schooner out 
of harbor. He crossed the pavement guided by the long fall of Jay's 
blond hair.

"What would happen if we kissed 
Would your tongue slip past my lips 
Would you run away 
Would you stay"

On the bus ride home, Jay kept talking. Silent Bob knew that as long 
as he looked over now and again, frowned once or twice, made 
occasional nods, Jay would feel as if he were listening. And most of 
the time, he did, though Lord, but that boy could talk.

Today, though, all he wanted to do was touch that smooth face. More, 
maybe-touch his face, run his fingers along the jawline, bring him 
close and finally kiss those pouting lips. And what would Jay do 
then? Scream and run? Punch him? Curse him for wanting those 
narrow hips, that sweep of golden hair, and that incredible brain 
that lurked, unnoticed, behind the patter, behind the gutter mouth, 
behind the bragging attitude of the perpetual street kid?

Or would he stay?

"Or would I melt into you 
Mouth to mouth 
Lust to lust 
Spontaneously combust"

Getting off the bus, Bob took a moment to adjust his coat. He 
watched Jay walk up the stairs, still talking. Yap, yap, yap. God, 
wouldn't it be worth it to silence him for a bit, just throw him 
against the wall and press against him and kiss him, full out, until 
his mouth parted and Bob's tongue could get in and play? Right, like 
that would ever happen. Sighing, he walked up the stairs behind Jay, 
kicking the door closed when he got inside.

"The room is spinning 
Out of control 
Act like you didn't notice 
Brushed my hand"

He filched a couple of beers out of the fridge, looking over his 
shoulder to see Jay rolling up a joint. It had been a good day--lots 
of sales, some scowling and looking large and intimidating on his 
part, but mostly, just good friends, traveling around, selling weed, 
hanging out. Good day. He walked back to the couch, setting the 
beers down on the for-once-clean-coffee-table and sat back, taking 
the offered joint and inhaling deeply. God. Have to take some of 
this edge off, Bob thought, or he'd just end up pouncing on the boy.

"What would happen if we kissed...
Would you run away?"

They finished the joint between them, and Jay tidied up--Trish had 
brought over a recycling bin, and they were trying to run the glass 
out every now and again. He watched Jay work in the kitchen, 
thinking of calling it a night, when Jay came back out, curling up on 
the couch next to him. He pillowed his head on Bob's broad shoulder, 
his hands curling in the warm space between their two bodies.

"Read to me?" he asked plaintively.

Smiling, Bob nodded. He turned to the left, picking up a well-
thumbed volume of poetry from the side table, and began to read where 
the book fell open.

"Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you.
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear's I might afterward lose you."

He looked down at Jay's contented face, thinking, it's not so bad. 
And someday...someday. Someday.

"I struggle with myself again 
Quickly the walls come crumbling 
Don't know if I can turn away"

END
(Song is Meredith Brook's "What Would Happen if We Kissed?". Poem is 
Walt Whitman's "Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd"