Title: Advising Holden; sequel to Pillow Talk
Author: Gypsy
Feedback: Please? Send it to Gypsy_gray@msn.com
Rating: R ( bad words and m/m)
Summary: Holden is brooding, he gets a little advice from an unexpected source.
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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Banky was pissed. They'd been sleeping together for two weeks now and he was getting frustrated. 
Holden, on the other hand was terrified. He knew what Banky wanted, but he just couldn't do it. 
He loved Banky and he definitely wanted him. But neither of them had any experience with men 
until Holden got his head out of his ass and realized Banky was what he'd been looking for.

The things they had been doing in bed were great as far as he was concerned, but Banky wanted 
more. Holden couldn't figure out why his lover wanted this so badly. Penetration. To get fucked.
That was what his lover wanted. And every book Holden read about it told him that it would hurt. 
And Holden just couldn't deal with that. He'd hurt Banky before, by being a blind asshole. How 
could he even think of hurting him now? He loved him. The idea that sex between them would be 
painful for Banky bordered on repulsive to Holden.

Besides, sex between them was perfect now. Banky's mouth was magic. Holden never came so hard 
until Banky went down on him the first time. And everytime after that just seemed to get better. 
And Banky...Holden loved tasting him. Feeling him shake and moan. That strong beautiful body 
under his hands. That incredible cock, sliding hot and hard in and out of his mouth. Banky's cum 
was his new favorite flavor, he could never get enough.

But Banky kept pushing for the next step. He wanted Holden to take him, and Holden couldn't 
explain to him that he was afraid. And so for the past two nights they didn't have sex. They 
slept next to each other, holding each other, but that was all. And when morning came there was 
a wall between them. They carried out their routine in silence, so Banky went to get some 
groceries and Holden went to pay Jay and Silent Bob their monthly royalties.That was why he was 
sitting in the same booth, waiting on the same people, agonizing over his love life...again.

"Snoochie Boochies!"

Jay and Silent Bob slid in to the other side of the booth. Bob immediately lit up a cigarette, 
and Jay snagged a draw. Holden threw the envelope on the table and inhaled deeply off his own 
smoke. Jay looked at him with an oddly serious expression, then he turned to Bob. A moment of 
silence, and the bigger man slid out of the booth and sat on a stool at the counter.

"Look at this sad, sorry, mutherfucker here. What's your problem now? Banky breaking your heart?"

"What?! You know about that?"

"Heard you and Alyssa were history. I figured Banky knocked some sense into ya. Either that or 
he fucked you blind and stupid."

"Hm. Things might be easier if he had."

"What's the problem? You and him are together. You wised up and he got what he's been sportin 
wood for. Why the fuck are you sittin here lookin all sad and shit?"

"It's...you don't wanna know this."

"Fuck! I just fucking asked you what was goin on. If I didn't wanna know I wouldn't have sent 
the tubby bitch off. Now, what the fuck?"

"Banky wants...he wants me to fuck him."

"Yeah. So?"

"The books I read say it'll hurt him."

"Books? No wonder you're so fucked up. Listen man, books can't tell you shit about the way stuff 
feels. I mean they give you all that technical shit, but that's not what it's about. It's like, 
proof. Proof the one your with wants you, needs you. Sometimes it's what you need. When you been 
scared and hurtin long enough, it's the only thing that makes the hurt go away. It's like you 
belong to them and they belong to you. And hell yeah it hurts, but the first time you feel 
something like that it has to hurt. To get your attention. To make sure you know you're feeling 
it."

Holden was in shock. This was not the Jay he knew. This was a fucking podperson. He was going to 
ask him what the fuck he knew. He was gonna tell this foul mouthed little stoner that he didn't 
know shit about him and Banky. And then Silent Bob came back, before Holden could say 
anything...they smiled at each other. Holden had absolutely no doubt that Bob knew what they had 
been talking about. There was no need to question where Jay got his information. He had to talk 
to Banky. But first he had to go to a drugstore. But before that, he had to figure out how to 
ask Jay which kind of lube to buy.

The End