Title: Confirmations; sequel to Choose
Author: Gypsy
Feedback: Please? Send it to Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Rating: R (bad words, m/m)
Summary: Banky makes Holden deal with a hang up or two.
Warnings: Spoilers for "Chasing Amy." Some angst.
Disclaimer: They all belong to Kevin Smith. I'm not making any money off this. In fact, I'm only 
writing it because I love his characters so much that my muses threatened to take away my copy 
of "Mallrats" if I didn't. I'm sure that if anyone could understand that, Kevin would. Besides, 
I'm broke. The only thing you'll get if you sue me is a credit card bill and a dog named Murphy 
that can say "I love you."
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Holden had no idea how long they stayed like that, but after a while his knees started to cramp 
and he shifted his weight to compensate. His movement seemed to break whatever spell was holding 
them and for a moment he was fighting not to run when Banky leaned forward. But Banky just 
leaned his forehead against Holden's and sighed. That was when the taller man noticed that his 
friend was crying.

"Banky? Banky what's wrong?"

Holden moved onto the couch and pulled the smaller man into his arms. In twenty years he'd seen 
Banky cry only once before. For three days after his parents' deaths Banky had been a basketcase.
On the third night Holden had held him until he cried himself to sleep.

"Banky please. Don't cry. Please don't cry."

"Shut up. Just shut up."

And then he was being kissed. Banky's mouth was warm and hot and Holden pulled his friend 
tighter to him. When he brushed his tongue against the lips pressed to his he was given 
immediate entrance. When Banky moaned low in his throat and pressed even closer to him, Holden 
felt himself get hard. He was causing this. He was the reason Banky was writhing and gasping. It 
was amazing.

"Stop. Holden Stop."

Banky's voice was ragged and he was panting hard. Holden pulled back in surprise when he 
realized that they had moved. Banky was flat on his back with his shirt off and the button of 
his jeans undone. And Holden was laying on top of him. Sitting up he stared at his friend. 
Tousled hair, swollen lips, and glazed eyes. He was beautiful. And scared as hell.

"Sorry Bank. I didn't mean to tackle you."

"I can think of worse ways to spend an evening."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I just....I need you to be sure. It would fucking kill me if this happened and then you 
changed your mind."

"I'm sure Banky."

"Even if some of the things you think about me aren't true?"

"What are talking about?"

Banly sat up and stared at Holden. Looking directly into his eyes, Banky preceded to throw him 
for yet another loop.

"What if you know even less about my past then you did about Alyssa's? What would you say if I 
told you that half of the girls I told you I fucked were guys? What if I chipped my tooth 
sucking some guys cock? What if I've been fucked by so many guys that I can't even remember all 
of them?"

Staring at his friend Holden was forced to deal with something he hadn't been with Alyssa. Banky 
would leave him. One thing he knew about his friend was that Banky didn't suffer fools gladly. 
Now that he had admitted to himself that Holden was what he wanted, Holden had one chance not to 
fuck this up. Alyssa might have forgiven his ignorance, but Banky wouldn't.

"Don't ever tell me about them."

"Holden?"

"I don't wanna know."

"What?"

"Don't tell me about them. Maybe later when I'm more sure of myself. When I know I can give you 
what you need. But not now. Right now, I can't handle the idea of you with another guy. I can't 
handle picturing that in my head."

"Holden, I...."

"I know that makes me a selfish asshole. I know that. But I just..."

"Holden! There was never anybody else."

And then he was being kissed.

tbc