Title:Pillow Talk; sequel to Finally
Author: Gypsy
Feedback: Please? Send it to Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Rating: R ( bad words and m/m)
Summary: Afterward, Banky has a question.
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 woke to the feel of a warm rag being rubbed across his stomach. When he 
opened his eyes he was greeted by the stuff dreams are made of. A naked Banky kneeling next to 
him on the bed, gently cleaning away the remains of their earlier activities. The smaller man 
looked down at him with love and amusement in his eyes. When he was finished cleaning Holden up, 
Banky straddled him and began rubbing his chest.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious. Do you always pass out after sex, or should I be 
flattered?"

"Flattered. You okay?"

"Hmm. Shouldn't I be asking you that? You are the one who just gave his first blowjob."

"Yes, but it's rather obvious that I enjoyed myself. The question becomes did you?"

"Holden, I just had, what is to date, the most intense orgasm of my life. And it was the result 
of sex with the person I love most in the world. I assure I am way past enjoy, I'm well into the 
realm of ecstatic."

"I love you too."

Banky's kisses were more addictive then any drug in the world, and Holden was being given a 
steady supply of them. While their tongues played and danced together, Banky slid his legs out 
and sprawled on top of his lover. Holden opened his legs so that the smaller man could lay 
comfortably between them. When they finally broke apart to breathe, Banky laid his head on 
Holden's chest and relaxed into his lover's arms. Holden was happy. He was in bed with the man 
he loved, still recovering from their first successful foray into gay sex, and his lover and 
best friend was contentedly and willingly cuddling with him. All in all, it was one of the 
better moments of his life. "Holden?"

"Mmm?"

"I'd have let you."

"Let me what?"

"Fuck me."

"Don't say that."

"Wha..."

"I know it sounds really lame and goofy, but that's not what it will be. I mean when it happens 
it won't be fucking it'll be...I don't know what the hell it will be. But fucking is what you do 
with some girl you picked up in a bar and aren't gonna see again. It's not this. It's not what's 
happening with us."

"I know that. I know this isn't just some fling. I believe that now. I meant the act, you know 
penetration."

"Deja vu."

"What?"

"I talked to Alyssa about this."

"Oh. Really."

"Don't get mad. It wasn't like that. She was trying to convince me that sex doesn't have to 
involve penetration. I didn't believe her. I was wrong."

"Hmm. So I altered your world view?"

"Yeah, repeatedly."

"Do you want to fu...do that with me? To me?"

"Yes. But...Banky you could get hurt. We need to know what we're doing before we go that far."

"And how would you suggest we learn without trying."

"Bookstore."

"Bookstore?"

"Joy of Gay Sex."

It feels really good when someone laying on top of you laughs. It feels even better if they have 
chest hair. Especially if you're ticklish. Holden was very ticklish. A fact which Banky took 
immediate advantage of.

The End