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   Juice groaned happily in his sleep, snuggling closer to the warm body against his. He opened his eyes partway and smiled a little, seeing Tig's hands wrapped around his midsection. He reached down and slipped his fingers through Tig's, closing his eyes again. Tig's grip tightened a little on his hand and he nuzzled closer to Juice's neck. "Good morning..." He murmured against the younger man's neck. "Morning..." Juice breathed, his eyes shut against the light. "You need curtains."

"Mm.." Tig pulled his hands free to stretch and Juice giggled tiredly. "Morning wood." He mumbled against the pillow. "Sh... Everyone gets it, leave me alone." Juice giggled again. "Why would I do that?" He arched his back, wiggling his ass against Tig's groin playfully. The older man snarled, grabbing his hip. "Don't be a fucking tease."

"Who said I'm teasing?" He whispered, turning his head to give Tig a sleepy, loving smile. Tig chuckled and leaned forward, kissing his mouth gently. He squeezed Juice's hip and bucked against his rear gently. "Get ready for work, Juicy." He breathed. Juice shook his head. "Jax told me to come late today... He's gonna try to convince Clay to let me stay here when you guys go to New York... Wants to do it without me there." Tig chuckled. "So you'll make me late?"

"They won't mind." Juice rolled over and slid his hand between them, running his palm up Tig's shaft. The older man's breath caught in his throat. "You're a fuck head."

"Usually."

   Juice rolled over, tugging Tig's shorts over his hips. He took the tip into his mouth with a lazy smirk, working his jaw gently over it. Tig gripped the sheet underneath him, arching his back. The sensation jerked him awake and he screwed his eyes shut, his breath escaping in a whoosh. Juice slid up, wiggling out of his own shorts. He straddled Tig and looked down at him, a small smirk sitting perfectly on his pouty mouth. He began to slide his hips back and forth, earning another gasp from Tig as the older man's cock caught his body, the friction sending tingles to all the right places. Juice spat in his hand and reached back, stretching himself gently before grabbing Tig's shaft. He locked gazes with the man, his cheeks flushed with a becoming red. His eyes slipped shut and his jaw opened just a bit as he pushed Tig's shaft into him, small whimpers escaping his mouth. Tig grabbed his hips, steadying him. "Jesus Christ..." He whispered once Juice had seated himself fully on the erect shaft. He sat up and caught the Latino's mouth in a needy kiss. Juice wrapped his arms around him, begging to lift his body and drop down, fully engulfing Tig's cock in his warmth. The younger man rode him with vigor, panting into his mouth. Tig held Juice's hips with a surprising gentleness, guiding the younger man to the perfect angles instead of shoving him onto the erection. Juice tossed his head back, holding Tig's shoulders as he increased, pulling almost all the way off before dropping back down, his whimpers turning into moans and cries of pleasure. Tig nestled against his chest, biting and kissing the sweat slicked flesh. His fingers dug into Juice's hips gently and his breath caught. He attempted to push Juice back but the boy whimpered. "No..." He breathed. "Keep going, babe..." He panted, looking down at Tig with a needy expression. Tig groaned at the look and nodded, pulling Juice back into a kiss. The Puerto Rican began to ride him faster, knowing he was close. He clenched his body around Tig's cock and earned a loud shout. Tig leaned back, arching up just a bit and digging his fingers into Juice's hips as he came deep inside the boy. Juice moaned gently, the feeling of Tig's semen filling him bringing him that much closer to his own orgasm. He continued to ride Tig down, reaching down. Tig shoved his hand away and grabbed his cock, jerking him off. Juice whimpered Tig's name, arching against the hand as he came hard.

   The Prospect relaxed against Tig's body and gently pulled the softening shaft from his entrance. He gave Tig another needy kiss before rolling next to him. Tig smiled softly, running his fingers over Juice's face. "I'm gonna go shower." Juice nodded tiredly. "Go back to sleep... I'll see you at the clubhouse later, okay?" Juice grumbled something inaudible. Tig chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips before rising and heading into the bathroom.

   When he emerged, Juice was fast asleep, curled around a pillow. The older man chuckled and dressed as quickly as he could, slipping out quietly so he wouldn't wake the sleeping man.
   Juice rode up to the clubhouse around noon, a small smirk on his lips. He couldn't get that morning out of his mind... Their encounter... It'd been different... More meaningful. Jax lifted his hand in a wave before turning back to the picnic table, where he and Opie were going over a large sheet of paper. Juice walked into the garage, grabbing his work shirt off the hook. He slid off his cut, hanging it, and headed over to where he was working on organizing a section of tools. His head was down, involved in what he was doing, when Clay approached him. "Juice." The Latino jumped, grabbing a crowbar. Clay set his hand on it, giving a small, quick smile. "No need to attack me, not yet anyways." Juice relaxed visibly, his eyes dropping to the ground. "Sorry..." He whispered. "It's fine... Come with me, okay?" Clay led him into the clubhouse and through, into the chapel. Juice hesitated at the doorway, looking up at Clay worriedly. "Come on. Sit down." Juice swallowed hard. "Um.. Where?" He whispered. "By me, here." Clay kicked out Tig's chair for him. He sat cautiously, his gaze lowered, as usual. "Listen, kid. Jax talked to me again about New York. I understand you're freaked out, really. But this... Damnit, Prospect, would you look at me when I'm talking to you? I hate that shit." Juice looked up, his gaze wide with fear and respect. Clay's posture relaxed. He squeezed Juice's shoulder. "Let's grab a beer, okay? We need to have a little chat about you." He rose and pulled Juice up by the arm, guiding him out of the chapel.

   Juice scurried behind the bar to grab them beers, opening each before sitting down next to the club's President. Clay took a long drink, then sighed. "Look, Juice... I know you're skittish. Jax is pretty tight lipped about what happened to you in New York... And that's fine... If it's something he thinks won't be a problem for the club, then it's fine... I trust my son with everything. I trust all my brothers... And that's just it. Trust. You need to trust me, Jax, everyone wearing that reaper, to keep you safe. Because what are you, kid? You're a fucking Prospect. You're someone we're looking at, welcoming into our lives, because we think you would make a good addition to this club. We aren't letting you hang around for shits and giggles... If we wanted that all we'd need to do is give Tig some acid." Juice chuckled softly, and Clay smiled. "You got the right idea, giving us your respect. Most of us expect it. But you're forgetting that you are here to see if you've got what it takes to be our brother. And you aren't gonna prove that looking over your shoulder and jumping at your own shadow. Doing that, you're gonna spook the members who don't talk to you, aren't used to seeing someone of... Well, your color, around here. You have a lot to prove, Prospect, and I think you can do it." He took another sip, letting Juice dwell on the words. Finally, he spoke again. "This New York trip is set up for late next week. Gives us some time to tie up some stuff here. I want you with us. We will keep you safe. If you prove your worth on this trip... It's only a matter of time before you're wearing that Reaper, understand me?" He spoke softly. Juice looked at him and nodded slowly, chewing his lip. "We'll keep you whole, okay?" Juice nodded again. "Who's coming?" He asked. Clay nodded, glad at least the kid was reacting with more than a nod or grunt. "Me, Jax, and Chibs."

"What about Tig?"

"I need some hands here to keep T/M running... And I thought you and Tig didn't get along." Juice shrugged. "We reconciled... To be honest, next to Jax, and you... He's about the only one I think would do everything to keep me from getting killed." Clay shrugged, jutting his bottom jaw just a bit. "You might have a point there, Prospect... Definitely taking some of the guys some getting used to, having you around... Chibs likes you though." It was Juice's turn to shrug. "It's completely up to you... You're the President... I just wanted to put my two cents in."

"Would you feel safer if it was Jax, myself, and Tig?" Juice hesitated, then nodded. "Yes."

"Then you got it. I know this isn't gonna be a fun trip for you. I wanna make it as easy as possible, okay, kid?" Juice smiled and nodded. "Thank you."

"No problem... Now go make yourself useful for those assholes." Juice hopped off the barstool and trotted outside without another word.



   'I'm scared shitless... It makes it a little better knowing Tig and Jax will be with me... But going back to New York? I'm begging to get killed by agreeing to this... But Clay said if I pull this shit off I'm pretty much guaranteed a patch... And I know Jax is on my side. I'm warming up to the others, a bit... Now that Tig has accepted to me, they're starting to become more willing to get used to me... They all still laugh when Tig teases me (which is obnoxiously often... but I know he has to do it to keep up our front... It still kinda stings)... But they're starting to talk to me, and get to know me. Things are gonna get a lot worse before they get better, I know that... But I sort of have Tig, and I know I have at least part of the club, Jax and Clay, to help me out. I just hope things keep goi'

   Tig leapt on Juice, who was stretched out on his belly on the floor, He nuzzled his neck, shaking his wet hair onto the younger man. Juice snarled and snapped his journal shut, rolling over and shoving Tig with a laugh.
   Juice was cooking dinner and listening to some sort of God awful music at full blast when Tig slipped into his apartment that night. He leaned against the wall, watching Juice with a small smirk on his face. The Latino was humming to the music, not very well, and swinging his hips in a bit of a dance, very well. He turned to call Serotah over for some spilled food and jumped, letting out a squeak of surprise when he saw Tig. He mashed the button down on his radio, the song cutting off mid word. "Jesus fucking Christ can't you knock?!" Juice asked, holding the sides of the entry way to the kitchen. Tig chuckled. "No.. Because you look damn funny when you get startled... You need better locks."

"I need my friend to stop breaking in." Juice suggested, turning back to the stove. Tig growled and stepped up behind him, wrapping his arms around his hips. He nuzzled his neck, making Juice chuckle. "Don't be that way..." Tig whispered. "Your beard tickles." Juice grumbled, trying to free his neck from Tig's chin. The thinner man held more tightly. "Stay." He purred in Juice's ear. "I have a proposition..."

"And what's that?" Juice stopped fighting, relaxing against the older man's form. "Move in with me... This place is shit... I have a big yard that's fenced, Serotah would love it... And I have a spare bedroom, we could fake you staying in that room."

"No... I couldn't."

"Why not?"

"What if I don't get patched? Then it'll be awkward..."

"No, it won't... You're fucking me, aren't you? Who cares if you get patched, my emotions won't change."

"You sure?" Juice turned in his arms, looking up at him. Tig nodded. "I am... I hate having you in this fucking place." Juice sighed, shaking his head a little. "I just..." Tig silenced him with a kiss. "Don't decide now, okay? Think about it. We'll talk about it re after this New York shit."

"Did Clay talk to you today about that?" Tig nodded, letting Juice turn back to the stove. "He did... You, me, Jax, and him... Taking the van up there... Clay wants me to stick close to you... Know why that is?"

"I asked him to take you instead of Chibs... Cause you're closer to me... I told him that I felt like you'd more readily watch my back..." Tig nodded. "Thank you... I think I might have had to get pissed if I couldn't come." Juice chuckled. He sighed then and began to dish up the food. "Glad I made extra." He muttered, shooting a playful glare at Tig. Tig smiled and shrugged.
   "Prospect. Get in here." Clay mumbled from the doorway to the clubhouse. Juice looked up. He'd been going over a manual on Ford repairs with Opie. He hurried over and was grabbed by the neck and pulled into the clubhouse. "Apartment room" Clay instructed, and Juice quickly led the way. He sat down in the chair in front of the computer desk, looking expectantly up at Clay. "I need more research done, okay?" Juice nodded. He opened the laptop and clicked it on, pulling out the notebook he'd shoved in the drawer before. "On which pieces?"

"Maps, of our route there, and also of where to go to get to that place, Marcos'." Clay sat on the bed. "I think Jax and I figured out what we're gonna do... Marcos', that's a brothel, right?"

"Yes."

"We're gonna convince Mr. Rabador to sell out his friend... Give us access to the room when he's over... We'll get to him that way... Saves us any big trouble with is family and gets us free of most police trouble if some tries to come our way... I'm assuming it's not a legitimate business..."

"Not in the slightest..." Juice mumbled. "Most of this stuff I know already... Do you want me to spend time pulling it up and saving it or should I just take directional lead?"

"Look it up. I need everyone to know this route and plan. Never know when a plan can change." Juice nodded and turned back to the computer, starting to pull up maps and routes. Clay chuckled and rose, squeezing his arm. "Thanks, kid."
   Jax knocked on Juice's door bright and early, near four. Juice snarled at the door and padded to answer it, tugging his shorts up as he walked. He threw open the door. "What?" He snapped, then blushed when he saw it was Jax. "Oh... Fuck... Um. Hi." Jax smiled tiredly. "I'm sorry it's so early... But I couldn't stop thinking... Needed someone to chat with." Juice nodded. They were planning on heading to New York that morning, and it was weighing on each of them that knew Juice's secret. Jax entered and sat on the couch Tig had brought in for Juice a few days earlier, rubbing his face. Juice sat next to him, silent. "I'm sorry to wake you." Juice shook his head. "I wasn't asleep." As if on cue, Tig padded out of the bedroom, straightening his shorts. He grinned at Jax. "Well, good morning, VP." He said brightly. The blood drained from Jax's face then immediately rose, his entire face, from neck to hairline, turning a hue of red. "Oh shit... I interrupted something didn't I?" Juice shrugged and Tig nodded. "You did. What's up?" Tig stretched out in the crappy lawn chair Juice insisted on keeping.

   "Just thinking about today..." Jax began, but seemed distracted. Juice giggled sheepishly when he saw Jax steal a glance toward's Tig's crotch. Jax turned on him, his cheeks still a deep rose. "What?" He asked, a little snappy. Juice grinned and lit a cigarette. "Nothing."

"You don't laugh for nothing." Juice shrugged. "Maybe Tig's rubbing off on me." Tig snorted, clearing his throat. "I was until Jax interrupted us." He offered a smirk at Juice and cocked his head just a little, making Juice blush and chuckle. "Fucking dirty minded son of a bitch."

"Yep." Tig leaned over and snagged his cigarette, grinning. "Mine are still in the bedroom." He said with a shrug when Juice grunted a protest. The Latino rolled his eyes and grabbed another cigarette, lighting it. Jax was sitting in a stunned silence, his lips slightly parted. His tongue darted out, wetting them. He lit his own cigarette and shook his head. "This is still so fucking weird." He murmured. "What is?"

"You fucking Tig... A guy... This thing..." He motioned to Tig then to Juice. Tig snorted. "Did you expect any less from someone like me? I mean, did you really think my offer to have you suck my dick when you were a Prospect was a joke?"

"Yes!" Jax said emphatically. Tig laughed. "Exactly. So whatcha thinking about?"

"The trip... The plan that Clay has... I like it, I think it has a great chance of working... But you, Juice... If Clay is with us when we get either of those guys..."

"Which he will be, it's Clay." Tig interjected, and Jax nodded in agreement. "What if one of those guys mentions you being an escort?" Jax continued. "I was a whore, Jax... Escorts have better working conditions." Juice said softly, looking at Jax without much emotion in his eyes. "And I've thought about that too... Worried myself sick about it, actually... Ask Tig." Jax frowned a little, concerned. "Why do you think I'm here tonight?" Tig said softly. "Wasn't just to get my dick sucked... Juicy has been up for three days now, too sick to eat or sleep... Nausea, chills, vomiting..." Tig shook his head. "I'd actually just gotten him calmed down about ten minutes before you came over, and that was only because I distracted him with sex." Jax looked at his older brother gently. It was strange seeing Tig in a caring position for anyone except his daughters. "I'm sorry, Juice." He said, reaching over and squeezing his shoulder. Juice shrugged. "It's okay... I just know... I know Mark, or Dom will say something... It's the type of people they are... I just have to figure out how I'm going to face Clay about it... He's too smart to miss something like that."

"Maybe he will..." Tig whispered, but Jax shook his head. "He's just as excited about finding out more about our new Prospect on this trip as he is about seeing what Juice can do in a rough situation... He's gonna have eyes and ears for anything relating to Juice." Tig nodded and sighed softly. "I won't let him hurt you, Juice..."

"You won't have much of a choice, Tig." Juice replied. Jax shook his head. "I'll work to convince him to keep you in, if something comes up, okay?" Juice smiled sadly. "Thank you for that, Jax... But it's okay if it doesn't work out. I've been on a lucky streak these past few days... It's bound to end sometime. I don't get lucky."

"Maybe it's time for something to change." Tig whispered. He crushed out his cigarette and stretched. "I'm gonna catch a few hours of sleep before we need to hit the road... I"ll see you guys in the morning." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Juice's mouth before padding into the bedroom.

   Jax watched him go before turning back to Juice. "Things going okay?"

"Yeah. I mean, he's kind of a dick when anyone but you is around but I know he has to be... I deal with it." Jax nodded. Juice grinned then. "Why did you look at his dick?" Jax looked up quickly, his blue eyes round. "Excuse me?"

"I caught you steal a look at his crotch when he was sitting."

"No, I didn't." Jax flushed. "My eyes just dropped too low."

"Your eyes dropped to his chest, you had to move them to his crotch. I've worked around people in intimate situations long enough to catch onto cues as simple as that one." He took a long drag, looking Jax in the face. "So. I'm curious. I won't tell."

"Nothing to tell."

"Being curious doesn't make you gay... Just human."

"I'm not gay. And I'm not curious, not about that."

"About what?" Juice countered quickly. "Tig's dick."

"I never said you were curious about that." Jax snarled a little. The kid might not be the most bright, but he was tricky, and smarter than he acted. "I can probably answer your questions..." Juice said casually, leaning back on the couch. "I don't have questions." Jax muttered, his gaze went sneakily down to the slight bulge in Juice's shorts, but shot back to his belly quickly. "Okay." Jax looked over quickly, eyeing the Prospect closely. He hated that damn smirk the young man got when he knew something the others didn't, it always infuriated Jax. "Wipe that damn grin off your face, I'm not hiding a fucking thing."

"I know." Juice said, but the smirk still remained. "If you do though, decide you're curious, I'm here to ask." Juice said with a casual air to his tone. "You're a fucking weird guy, Juice."

"Why?"

"You're so fucking smart, but you can act so dumb."

"It's a show... Part of it. If I act stupid and submissive I was taught that people would treat me better and not expect so much... When you're a whore for as long as I was, with the clients that I had, you learn submission really quickly." Jax sighed a little sadly. "You talk about that like it's normal."

"It is to me... I have to force myself to look Tig in the eye when we're fucking... Even when it's not fucking... If it's slow and loving... It's fucking to me. If he offers to suck my dick or let me ride, I turn him down until he tells me to shut up and do it... I'm just so trained to give pleasure and not be a bother to anyone... I don't know how to break it."

"Do you actually enjoy fucking? Being that way?" Juice laughed. "What guy doesn't like fucking? Plus, anal offers quite a few... Surprises for us guys." He shrugged. "I've always really liked sex, dick or pussy, all the same to me... That's why I was so good at my job." Jax nodded. He rose and pulled a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Grab me one." Juice said, slouching a little further on the couch. Jax grunted and padded back to the couch, handing him the beer. "Are you okay with Tig? I mean... You two... He's kind of... Domineering."

"If I didn't have a dominant person I wouldn't know what to do with myself." Juice admitted, a little sadly. "He doesn't treat you badly, does he?" Jax worried. "No. I mean, not really. He gets mean sometimes... But I don't think he knows he's doing it... And it's okay. He's so much better that... Anyone I've fucked. I'm not his equal, but I'm closer to one than I've ever felt before."

"What will you do when you get patched over? You'll be his equal then..."

"Maybe in the eyes of the club... But I'll never be Tig's equal." Jax scowled a little. "That doesn't really sound healthy..." Juice smiled softly, squeezing Jax's wrist. "You forget the life I came from. Tig's aggression is perfect... His dominant personality keeps me feeling like I'm serving a purpose... Doing something I'm good for... It's nice." Jax nodded slowly, trying to understand the concept. His eyes roamed in the silence, down Juice's chiseled chest and stomach, his tan hip bones poking sensually from the muscle, playing peekaboo with the waistband of his boxers. Toned legs, a simple tattoo on each calf, an intricate band tattoo around one ankle. Jax scowled deeper. "Did you hurt yourself on your bike?"

"Hm?" Jax leaned over and brushed fingers over some deep scratches and cuts on Juice's ankle, lining up is they were nearly hidden by the ankle tattoo. Juice flushed and tucked that leg under his butt. "No, Sero led me into some branches on a run." He mumbled, looking everywhere but at Jax. The blondes expression turned dull. "You weren't ever trained to lie. What happened?" Juice shook his head. "It's nothing..."

"Juice, is there something going on that you're not telling me?" Juice looked over. "Do you mean with... Tig? No... Jesus no. He'd never hurt me like that. I mean he can be an asshole but he wouldn't physically hurt me."

"Then how'd you get those cuts? Half of those, if not all of them, are from a knife. I know the way they rip flesh... Kinda like the one you wear most days." Juice looked down, ashamed. "I had friends in school that did that." Jax explained further. "I know what to look for."

"You were looking for them?"

"No... But when I saw them it made sense... Does Tig know?" Juice shook his head. "He's seen them a few times but he never pushes it. He knows I'm lying, but hasn't asked what it is."

"I'm sure he does know... His girls are pretty deep in their shit... I'm sure they do it." Juice nodded a little sadly. "It's a good release, like writing or running with Sero."

"I understand... But it's dangerous, Juice. Are you suicidal?"

"No!" Juice yelped, jumping like he had been zapped. "No, I just like to bleed... I'd never... No. Not anymore." He relaxed slowly back into his position. Jax nodded. "If you do feel that way... Talk to me, okay? I won't judge." Juice nodded. "Thanks." They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, sipping their drinks and smoking. Finally, Juice looked over. "You might as well just take a good look, I can see you fucking peeking." Jax flushed. "Peeking at what?" Juice looked over, his expression knowing. "Are you curious about the sex in general, or just what others' dicks look like?" The blonde's face darkened. "I-- Nothing... You got it wrong."

"Jax, I'm not going to tell anyone. You keep my secret, I keep yours."

"I don't have a secret... Wondering something doesn't make me gay, I just..." He sighed and shook his head. "It's you guys... When I learned about you two, it just planted a seed or some shit in my head and I just can't help but wonder."

"About?" Jax shrugged. "The whole... Process... Shit like that is foreign to me... I don't know." He shook his head. "I don't wanna think about that. It's weird."

"Only weird if you refuse to understand." Juice said knowingly. "So, I need to hit the hay, gotta get at least a few hours before we start this shit."

"Should I go? So you and Tig can finish..."

"No, he already jerked off and went to bed, you couldn't hear him?"

"No..." Juice shrugged. "I know what to listen for."

"Do you need to..." Jax motioned and Juice shook his head, rising. He walked to throw away his bottle as he spoke. "No, I'd only been sucking him off about five minutes when you came over, I hadn't even started to get a hard on." Jax flushed bright red again, making Juice grin. "You're welcome to stay... The couch is pretty comfy, surprisingly." Jax nodded. "I may... We can all head over at the same time then." Juice nodded. "Night." Jax grunted. "Good night."

   Juice padded into his room and chuckled at Tig, sprawled out buck naked. He pushed the man's arms over and snuggled next to him, covering them both up.



   Tig rolled over onto Juice, catching his mouth in a hard kiss. Juice, still half asleep, kissed back, sliding his hands down Tig's hips. He pulled back. "Good morning..." He whispered. "Morning, Juicy... How about we finish what we started last night?" Juice smiled softly and nodded. "But we need to be quiet... Jax slept on the couch last night." Tig nodded and began to kiss down Juice's neck, making the young Latino man shiver. He tucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking it gently with his tongue. Juice let out a soft, satisfied moan. Tig rutted his hardening member gently against Juice's leg as he moved to the left nipple and began to bite down and flick that one. Juice buried fingers in his hair, shivering. "Want me to suck you off first?" He panted in a quiet voice. "No... I just wanna make you cum." Tig murmured, sliding back up and catching his mouth in a rough kiss. He worked Juice's shorts over his hips and down his legs, and Juice kicked them aside, gasping when Tig grasped his member. "How do you want it?" He whispered. Juice shrugged. "You can decide." Tig squeezed the tip of his cock, making him hiss. "No. How do you want it?" Juice shivered hard, earning another squeeze to his dick, now beginning to throb. "I like... Riding. Riding you... You go deeper..." He panted, resisting the urge to shove Tig's hand off his member. Tig smirked. "Good boy..." Juice's cock earned another squeeze, making him cry out in surprise. Tig hushed him with a kiss. "Get the lube... And get your toys." Juice gave him a confused look but nodded, rising and padding to the closet. He pulled out the shoebox full of his sex toys and lubricants, handing it over to Tig. The older man pawed through them before smirking. He withdrew a deep blue ring and a bottle of their favorite lube. "Lie down, Juice." Juice flushed, immediately obeying. He loved when Tig used toys on him, no matter what they were.

   Tig stroked Juice's dick to full mast before sliding the cock ring on with an aching tenderness. He leaned down and ran his tongue over the silky tip, earning a shiver and a whimper from Juice. The older man smirked and grabbed a slim vibrator, lubing it up and slipping it gently into Juice's entrance. He flipped it on low and Juice's fists gripped the bed, his back arching. "Yes..." He snarled between gritted teeth. Tig smirked. He pulled it out and flipped Juice onto his belly, one of his favorite things to do was watch the boy rut hopelessly against the blankets. He shoved the toy back in and began to fuck Juice relentlessly, shivering every time his lover screamed into the pillow.

   Tig fucked Juice with the vibrator until the boy screamed for him to stop, his entire body quivering. He knew he'd drawn the boy to climax at least twice, each one more powerful with the inability for Juice to actually ejaculate. He pulled out the toy and flipped him over, smirking at the flared, deep purple of Juice's cock. "Now you're gonna ride me." He whispered. Juice whimpered, his cock twitching at the idea. He got onto this knees and let Tig lie down, reaching over to grab the lube. Tig grabbed his hand. "You're lubed up." He whispered. Juice shivered and bit his lip. He loved when Tig took him without much lube... The pain was immense but so worth it. He straddled him and slid the man's aching member deep inside him. Juice tossed his head back with a low moan, beginning to impale himself over and over on the thick cock inside him. His body screamed against it, every nerve hypersensitive from his inability to cum, but the ache only made him ride Tig harder. He arched over, looking lustfully straight ahead, his mind blank save for the dick inside him and the man attached to it.

   Juice let out a happy cry, tossing his head back when Tig nudged his prostate. The man under him chuckled. "Shh... Jax..." He reminded Juice. The younger man flushed and nodded, increasing his pace. He glanced at the slightly cracked bedroom door, cursing himself for not closing it all the way. His mouth turned up into a grin, however, when he caught sight of the Vice President of SAMCRO, peeking in through the crack. He could see that Jax's face was flushed. When Jax made eye contact with him, his grin widened more. He tossed us head back and began to move faster, earning a happy grunt of pleasure from Tig.

   Jax stepped back from the door quickly, his back thumping quietly against the wall behind him. He shivered, cursing under his breath not only for his curiosity, but also for his unexpected physical arousal. He ducked back into the living room, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands. He focused on everything but what he'd just snooped on, trying to stop his erection from getting worse.

   When Juice stepped from the bedroom twenty minutes later, he gave Jax a knowing smirk. "I'm showering real quick then we can go meet Clay, sound good?" Jax nodded. He glanced behind Juice and nodded to Tig. "Morning."

"Shit, did we wake you?" Tig worried. Jax shook his head. "No, Serotah did... Cold nose in my face." He lied, motioning to the curled up dog on the couch next to him. "What are you gonna do with her?"

"Chibs said he can watch her while we're gone."

"Why don't we bring her... I'm sure we can find a dog friendly hotel in New York." Jax offered. "Would Clay be cool with that?" Jax nodded. "I'm sure. She's a good girl. Since we're taking the van she's got enough room." Juice nodded. "Thanks.... I'll let Chibs know." He headed into the bathroom, followed closely by Tig.
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