Title: Public Display; sequel to Adjusting
Author: Gypsy
Feedback: Please? Send it to Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Rating: R (bad words, m/m)
Summary: Banky gets a new look.
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 was once again in shock. One month and one week and he still hadn't gotten 
past second base with Banky. But it wasn't because his lover was running. It was just that it 
hadn't happened...yet. After being told he was an idiot by Hooper, he'd started tyring to 
correct the problem. He and Banky had gone to dinner after the convention. Nothing fancy, just 
the little diner they always went to. But instead of sitting across from Banky, Holden had 
squeezed them both into the same side of the booth. He kept his arm around Banky's shoulder 
over the back of the seat and made a point of leaning in close when he spoke. By the end of the 
meal they were kissing. In public. In a place where people knew them. It was fantastic.

But now.... Hooper had invited them to yet another club, and they'd agreed to go. Only instead 
of going together when they finished working, Banky had left early promising to meet him there. 
So Holden had gone alone. He'd met up with Hooper and a surprisingly non-pissed Alyssa. And her 
new girlfriend. Holden was pretty sure the little red-head hanging on his ex's arm was the 
reason she wasn't pissed.

The four of them found a table and ordered their drinks. Conversation had been clever and crass 
and funny, as always. But it came to a halt when they began to notice everyone in the club 
glancing at the bar. A break in the crowd showed what they were gawking at, and Holden McNeil 
felt his mouth fall open.

It was Banky. Tight jeans, worn and faded to the point of being almost white in some places, 
curved and stretched around a body that Holden knew first hand was decently built. A tight black 
t-shirt showed off a flat stomach and a nice chest, complete with lightly muscled but very toned 
arms. The shirt was just short enough to draw the eye to the well filled package in the front 
and the nearly perfect ass in the back. And when Holden was finally able to drag his eyes up to 
his lover's face he got another shock. No beard. Banky was clean shaven, and without the beard 
his already full lips looked like they were begging to be kissed. It also made him look about 
five years younger. Holden felt like a cradle robber.

"Damn! Holden, if things don't work out between you and Banky give him my number."

"Back off Hooper."

Holden was staring at his lover. And the muscle-bound blonde who was currently trying to pick 
him up. And Banky was just smiling at the guy. And then Holden wasn't thinking...again. He was 
out of his seat and at the bar with his arms around Banky before he even knew he was moving.

"Hey. I was getting worried about you. What took so long?"

But he never gave Banky the chance to answer. He kissed him hard and deep. Hands firmly on 
Banky's ass, tongue as far down his throat as he could get it, the taller man made sure that 
everyone knew this man was his. And Banky kissed him back. Wrapping his arms around Holden's 
neck, he pulled them even closer together and let himself be devoured. When they pulled away 
from each other, blondy was gone. And Alyssa was staring at them.

"I should've known."

"Alyssa..."

"No, it's cool Holden. I just...I should have seen it ya know?"

"I didn't. Not til Banky made me."

"Good for you Banky."

"Thanks. Who's Tits?"

"What?"

"You know, the chick with the triple ddd's at the table."

"That's Jes. She's fuckin gorgeous isn't she?"

"She's decent."

"Hey!"

"Relax Holden, just because Banky's learned to enjoy a nice stiff dick doesn't mean he can't 
still appreciate a pretty pussy. Purely from an asthetic point of view."

Alyssa flounced back to the table surrounded by Holden's sputters and Banky's laughter. When he 
stopped laughing Banky pulled Holden into another kiss. With a soft sigh he pulled back just far 
enough to look into the taller man's eyes.

"Holden?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you like the way I look?"

"Yes."

"Holden?"

"Yes."

"Do you like everyone knowing we're together?"

"Yes."

"Holden?"

"Yes."

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

"Yes. I mean...I..."

And then Banky was kissing him again, and they were both laughing at the fact that he was 
blushing. They left the bar and joined their friends at the table, but Holden kept his arm 
around Banky. And he even managed not to get into a fight when a guy asked Banky to dance. But 
it was only because standing up would have meant Banky had to take his hand off Holden's thigh.

The End