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Brave Submission	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 3094 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   The clubhouse was roaring with activity when Jax pulled the van into the parking lot. He'd dropped off Tig, Juice, and Ray at Juice's place, while he and Clay opted to head straight for the clubhouse.

   "When are you going to tell the guys?" Jax asked, looking over at Clay as he shut off the truck. "Tonight during chapel. I'm gonna wait until they're here... Tig has a right to speak on his, and on Juice's behalf."

"Are you going to tell them they're lovers?" Clay nodded. "I need to... I'd be withholding something really fucking important if I didn't." Jax nodded slowly. "Please... Don't vote them out..." He whispered. Clay shook his head. "I don't plan on it, Jax... Not after what Juice did for us... And I'm going to make sure the club knows that."

"The vote needs to be unanimous for an out like that."

"I know. That's why I'm not going to vote. I have too much involved in it."

"You have to vote, Clay..." Clay sighed, knowing Jax was right. "If I'm the only keep vote... Things won't end well."

"You won't be. I'm not voting either one out."

"Then we're in the same boat.We're personally invested. While Chibs, Bobby, Piney, Opie... They aren't." Jax sighed softly and nodded. "I know, but it's not a full vote if we don't vote."

"How about this... We will vote last. Let's change it up, start with Chibby. End with me. If anything, we can say it's because I don't know yet, want others' opinions." Jax nodded. "Okay... Okay, that sounds good." He said softly. "Juice losing his patch... That doesn't need to be unanimous."

"I know..." Jax whispered, his head hung. "I'm just praying we have enough open minds."

"Should we call the vote for Juice first, or Tig?"

"Tig. He's a fully patched member, it's only right." Clay nodded at Jax's reply and got out, walking into the clubhouse.
   Juice sighed happily, stretching out on the couch in his own apartment. He was nude save for his boxers and his eyes shut immediately. Tig threw a t-shirt at him. "Get up." He snapped. Juice rose immediately, pulling on the shirt wordlessly. "You aren't living here anymore."

"What? I--"

"Why are you back-talking me?" Juice curled his shoulders down, hanging his head just a bit. "I'm sorry, Sir." He said softly. "May I ask a question?"

"No. Because I'm explaining. I asked you before if you would move in with me. You said you'd think about it. I'm making your decision for you. Ray needs a place to live. And it'll make more sense for the single guy to live here than the one with a lover and a dog. That should be enough to tell you to move into my place." Juice nodded submissively. "We can leave all this shit and get him a nice bed... Just pack up what clothes you have and we'll go... Okay?" Juice nodded. Ray beamed from the hallway. "Really?" Tig grinned. "Of course." Juice headed in to start packing up his room. Ray sat on the floor across from him. "Is he gonna mark you?" Juice blushed and nodded, a small, prideful smile reaching his eyes. "When? With what?"

"He won't tell me... He's thinking about it... I'm excited."

"Is he the one?" Juice flushed and nodded. "I think so... He's perfect." Ray nodded. "I'm glad for you." He said softly. "You'll find someone, Ray." The boy shrugged and nodded again. "I know I will. I really am happy for you, Juan." Juice grimaced. "Don't call me that anymore, okay? Since you're in Charming now... It's Juice, okay?" Ray blushed and nodded. "Okay... It sounds silly..."

"I kinda like it." Juice admitted, pulling on his cut last. He grabbed his two bags and headed to the living room, where Tig was playing with Serotah. He set them down and pulled out the red bound journal. He handed it to Tig. "Get rid of this." He whispered. "Please."

"Why?" Juice shrugged. "Because I'm not that boy any more... I found my match... I don't need it. I'm going to start another." Tig nodded and slipped it into his back pocket. "Come on... Ray! You gonna be okay here?"

"Yes!" Ray called from the bedroom. "My phone number and a prepaid phone is on the coffee table, give a call if you need anything." Ray stuck his head out and grinned. "Thanks." He said softly. Tig nodded and grabbed the back of Juice's neck. He gave a loving squeeze before turning him toward the door. "Let's go... I have chapel tonight and I can't be late."

"Are they gonna tell the club tonight?" Juice asked as they walked down the stairs. "Yes... You need to be there too because of that, okay?" Juice nodded. "Definitely."
   Juice was in the garage, busying himself with some modifications to Tig's bike when the group began to file through to the clubhouse. Jax smiled and waved at him. Juice grinned at him and motioned to his cut hanging in the hook. Jax gave a nod and slapped Opie on the back, asking him something inaudible as they entered the clubhouse.

   The group sat at the table, chatting quietly. Clay banged the gavel then smiled as the club quieted. "So, we're good with the Irish... Thanks to our Prospect." There was a cheer from the group. Tig smiled proudly. Clay chuckled. "The things that kid did to save this club... It would put half of us to shame... Myself included. He was willing to do anything... I couldn't be prouder of a Prospect." The group clapped and whooped. Clay's smile faded then and he held his gavel, running his thumb over the head of it. "I've always been one to press our by-laws... Our rules, as old and outdated as they are... They're what created this club. But my few weeks in New York... It brought up some things that not only challenged the way I thought, but the way this Club is run." He sighed softly. "Some things came out during this trip, about your brother... And about our Prospect..." He looked to Tig, giving a small nod.

   Tig swallowed hard. He turned his chair to face the rest of the group. "You guys know I'm a bit... Eccentric." He began, and earned a laugh. When Tig didn't crack a smile though, things got eerily silent. "I'm open to all sorts of shit... Sexual deviant, I guess... I don't know an easy way to put it. I'm open to all sorts of shit... Including guys. I was hiding it from you guys... I'm not so much ashamed of it, but I'm just... I don't know... I didn't wanna let my brothers down." He sighed softly. "The Prospect and I have been in a relationship for about a month now. Things got kind of heavy in New York... We found out a lot about Juice... He's... He worked in a whore house for a long time... It's rough... Not what I want to tell you guys, that's gonna be up to him... But the things he was willing to do... To save our club... It made me feel proud, thinking I could be his brother. That little Puerto Rican shit was willing to sell himself, back to the fucker that raped him... To buy off the port we use." He sighed softly. "I couldn't let him do it... I needed to confess this shit to Clay... I needed to save that kid. For the first time in a really long fucking time... I feel something. I love that fucking man." He looked up at the club, his eyes tired. "I know the by-laws. I know the rules. Gay... Whether it's gay as a rule or just as an exception... Isn't so welcome. So my fate is in your guys' hands... If something like this makes you all fucking hate me... So be it. Because I love you all." He rose then and squeezed Clay's shoulder. "I'm gonna be outside." Clay nodded. They all watched Tig walk out. Six sets of eyes, and he could feel each burning into his back as he shut the door.

   When Tig was gone, Clay looked to his brothers. He gave a big sigh. "So we know it. The vote needs to be unanimous. Jax and I... We were there. We saw what happened, we saw everything... We're too invested in this to make an honorable vote... Unbiased vote... So we're voting last. I want opinions, guys... Even if someone votes to keep him... I still want to hear from all of you. Piney... You were here with me from the start, brother. You get the lead on this one." Piney grunted.

   "Should Tig keep his patch?" He looked to Piney. "No. Tig is a great guy, but by-laws are laws nonetheless... I don't even like having a Mexican in the fucking clubhouse... I won't stand for a faggot at our table." Jax winced a little. Clay nodded. He looked to Opie. Opie was staring at his hands, deep in thought. "The by-laws... Might say it... But Tig is our best friend. We've known for a long time he's weird... I mean, the guy thinks fucking dead bodies are attractive... Is it really such a shock that he's interested in guys? We've all known it for years... Why is it being stated straightforward such a bad thing... I say we let him keep it." Bobby sighed. "I say keep him. He's a freak, but we're all a little weird.. Who knows, it could help the club in the long run." Clay nodded and looked to Chibs. The Scottish man nodded slowly. "If we can excuse necrophilia... And possible bestiality... On his part... I think we can excuse homosexuality... Keep him in. " Chibs looked to Clay then. "What's your opinion?" Clay shrugged. "I've never seen Tig so fucking happy... Just watching him look at the Prospect... It's a whole different fucking person... I love it. He's more like he used to be... Not so angry. My vote is keep him." Jax nodded. "I want him to stay. He's another fucking father to me... I love the guy. Gay or straight... He's one of our best." Clay nodded, smiling at his step-son.

   He sighed then and looked over the table. "So the Prospect. Majority will rule, as you all know... Do we strip his patch? We're keeping his lover at our table..." There was an uncomfortable silence as everyone chewed over the thought. "My vote is to keep him. He not only tracked down this guy... He was willing to give himself up... Give up the chance for the club, give up his life and his freedom, to make sure we were gonna be good. If it were just up to me, I'd patch him over this fucking second." Chibs was shaking his head. "Things could get messy if he and Tig break it off... I don't want that drama at our table. There's a reason women aren't allowed in clubs... He can hang around, but he shouldn't wear the reaper." Clay nodded. Opie was shaking his head violently. "I don't care if they break it off... If Clay's being honest... The kid was willing to give himself to someone, as in sexually?" Clay looked concerned and looked to Jax. The blonde cleared his throat. "The brothel Juice worked at dealt in sex slaves... BDSM shit... Juice was... Is a submissive. That's why he's so shy around here... He can't help it. He was trained to submit to whatever his superiors want. The guy that was fucking up our shipments... He was one of Juice's clients... A fucking awful guy. He wanted to buy Juice right before he came to Charming... And Juice was willing to let him be sold over... To slavery... For us. I don't know about you guys, but that's SAMCRO blood. Loyal. Trustworthy. Smart." Opie shook his head, flabbergasted. "Keep the kid. Fuck... I don't know what he's been through... But that's loyalty if I've ever heard of it. A fucking Prospect. He deserves it." Piney snarled. "You know my fucking vote... Clay... If this goes on... I swear. SAMCRO will go to shit if you let fags sit at this table... A whore? For fuck's sake, why don't we invite LuAnn to join us?" He snarled. "Get rid of his patch." Bobby shook his head. "Keep him. He's not hurting anyone and he's loyal. Plus he's a damn smart kid. He'd be good for us." Jax grimaced. "You all already know my fucking vote. Piney... I know you're not happy with the idea that he's gay, but think about it... Think about the club." Piney shook his head. "He's gay, Jax. He's not SAMCRO." Jax swallowed hard. "Am I SAMCRO?"

"You're wearing the fucking patch aren't you? And what do you have to do with this?" Jax sighed, standing up. "What makes me a Son?"

"What?"

"What makes me a Son, Piney?" He snapped, locking gazes with the older man. "You're Clay's boy..."

"So? Bobby's boys aren't SAMCRO. What makes me Redwood?" Piney shook his head. "You're a smart kid. You work hard. You're a fucking smooth talker and you can get into places most of us wouldn't dream of... You live and breathe for the fucking club. What does it fucking matter?!" Jax clenched his jaw. "Juice. Juice fits all of those descriptions, Piney."

"He fucks guys!" Piney shouted. Without missing a beat, Jax pounded his fists on the table. "So do I!"

   The silence was deafening. Jax took a shaky breath, his face immediately burning. He knew all eyes were on him. "In New York... I got a little... I got carried away with Juice... We had sex... And later, we picked up one of his friends. It happened again."

"No..." Piney said softly, shaking his head. "Ask Tig. Ask Juice. Both of them will tell you the same story. Yeah, I was drunk the second time, but not the first. And I won't be if it happens again. No, I'm not gay. But I am interested in men just as much as women. If Tig. And Juice. Don't deserve their cuts. Neither do I." Jax sat down, shaking visibly as he lit his cigarette. He looked over to Clay, his expression sad. Clay gave a comforting smile and reached over, squeezing his hand. "It's okay, son..." He said softly. Jax took a deep breath. "If you want Tig out. And don't want Juice... Take me out too, Piney. Can you do it?" Piney grimaced. "Jax... You're like a son to me... You and Opie... Since you were kids..."

"Forget about that. Think about the club."

"No. You're Redwood... You've been SAMCRO since I can remember."

"And so is Juicy." He said softly. Piney closed his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Let them keep their patches." He whispered. "Times are gonna change... It just takes a while for an old man like me to accept it." He admitted, shrugging. "Let the Prospect stay." Clay smiled softly and nodded. He moved to bang the gavel and Jax reached out, setting his hand on Clay's forearm. "I want Juicy patched over." He said softly. "We need a full table for that." Clay said, motioning to Tig's chair. "And a second." Chibs rose. "I'll get Tig." He said, ducking out of the room. "And I'll second Juice." Opie said, holding his head up. "That kid is brave to a T." Jax smiled softly and nodded.

   When Tig returned, Jax smiled. "Made it out unscathed, brother." Clay said. Tig smiled widely, relieved. "Thank you all." He said, sitting. "Thank you." Jax smiled softly. "I'm sponsoring Juicy. He deserves a reaper on his back." Tig smiled warmly at him. "And I second it... Jax explained... New York..." Opie said. Clay nodded. "So we vote. I say yes. Tig?"

"Fuck yeah... Even if I wasn't fucking him.. He's a good boy." Chibs chewed on his lip, playing with his lighter. He looked to Tig. "If you two break it off... Will there be trouble?" Tig shook his head. "No. My family comes before anything. Even if I break it off with him, or he with me... We'd still be family." Chibs nodded. "Let him in." Opie nodded vigorously. "Yes." Piney sat still for a long moment before nodding. "Gonna have to add a fucking gay pride patch to our cuts the way this shit is going. Let the Mexican in." Bobby chuckled. "He's Puerto Rican... And he's welcome beside me." Jax grinned. "He's our boy..." Clay chuckled and banged the gavel. "Go get the Prospect, Tiggy... You know the deal... Pull off your cut... Freak him out." Tig grinned widely and tugged off his cut, folding it neatly in front of Clay. He ducked out and returned moments later with a wide eyed Juice.

   "Sit, Prospect." Clay snarled. Juice froze, looking at him. "Did you fucking hear him? Sit the fuck down." Jax snapped. Juice took the only empty seat, next to Bobby, his hands in his lap. "Get the fucking cut off, Prospect." Clay growled. Juice shrugged off his cut, his eyes closing. He slid his hand over the prospect patch before placing it on the table. "Cut it off. Now." Juice pulled out his knife and began slicing off the patch proclaiming him as a Prospect. Tig moved silently around behind him. He was too focused on the task to notice. Tig grabbed the fresh patches. When Juice had pulled off the Prospect patch and laid it at the side of the cut, he reached around, setting the reaper on top of the black leather. "Gotta put those on instead." He purred in Juice's ear, making the younger man jump. His face brightened as he looked around the table. Everyone began to grin. Tig turned him and pulled him into a hug, kissing the corner of his mouth. "I love you, brother." He whispered in his ear as the club rose around them, coming forward to congratulate Juice.
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