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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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   "So, I have to go seduce a gay kid." Jax said in slight disbelief, smoking his cigarette. Juice shrugged. "Who else is gonna? I mean.. He's a young kid.. Not into guys like Clay and Tig, and he knows me." Jax glared again, disapproving. "You have a really shitty way of getting revenge."

"Revenge would be making you fuck him before I showed myself." Tig chuckled a little.

   The three were outside on the lawn. It was a chilly morning, but overall nice. They were having their morning cigarettes while Clay talked to Gemma in the van. Juice stretched out between Jax and Tig, pulling up his hood to shields from the cold grass. Tig watched him with a gentle expression. Jax reached over and tapped Tig's knee, smirking. "Are you good?" Tig smiled softly. "We're good... I heard you're good too." Jax flushed and looked to Juice, who only smiled. "I was just being honest." Tig grinned. "I was serious about that threesome offer... Might be fun." Jax shrugged but didn't push yes or no on it. He watched Clay approach and sit down slowly next to them. "How's Charming?" Jax asked. Clay shrugged, lighting his cigar. "Everyone seems okay... Wendy came around asking for you. T/M is running smoothly." He shrugged again. "So, Prospect. Today is your day to shine... Who's going with you?"

"Gonna take Jax... He'll be the most believable for one of Rabador's boys to take... I'll hide in the back. I'm hoping it'll be a kid I know." Clay nodded. "Well, get to it... Tig and I will be here... Bring him back here when you get him, okay?" Juice nodded, sitting up. He looked to Jax, who only smiled and shook his head. "I can't believe I'm letting a Prospect tell me to fucking pick up a gay hooker." Juice's face broke into a wide grin. "All for the club, vp." Jax smacked him upside the head playfully and rose, stalking to the van.
   Juice peeked at the grouping of males and females near the street sign. "Shit... Half these kids look about twelve." Jax commented. "Half are." Juice looked him dead in eye, no joking in his gaze. "That dark haired boy with the scar across his throat. That's Ray. Pick him up." He slid into a slouching position behind Jax's seat when Jax pulled forward. He pulled up to the curb and rolled his window down. He picked out Ray, a scrawny kid about seventeen, and waved him over.

   Ray sauntered over. "What can I do for you, honey?" He purred, glancing around the van. "How much?"

"Depends... Fucking?" Jax nodded, his cheeks reddening. "Bareback or condoms?"

"Condoms."

"1300." Jax nodded. "Deal. Get in." Ray grinned and motioned to another boy behind him before going around and sliding into the passenger seat. Jax took off.

   Juice sat up and leaned forward."Ray fucking Scott." Ray jumped and looked back, his jaw dropping. "Juan?!" Juice grinned and opened his arms. "In the flesh... Surprise." Ray bounced in the seat, nearly breaking his back trying to turn to give Juice a hug. Juice hugged back, laughing. "Why are you here!?" Juice shook his head. "Later. How have you been?"

"I'm okay... Had an AIDS scare but I'm still clean... Miss you at the house... You took off so fast..." Juice nodded. "Went to California..."

"Is it nice? That was our dream, remember?" He paused. "Did you come back for me?" He asked hopefully. Juice paused, then smiled sadly. "No... But, I might be able to work something out about that... I'm here in business... Maybe my boss... Maybe." Ray smiled. "Did you find a good man? Does he pay better than Mark?" Juice shook his head. "I'm not a whore anymore. I'm working for a motorcycle club now... This is the Vice President, Jax."

"You can get into something like that being gay?"

"No one knows but Jax and one other, the guy I'm seeing... It's a big deal we keep it secret, okay? I'm taking you to them." Ray nodded vigorously. Juice chuckled, shaking his head. "I can't believe you're still here... I thought you'd be out by now..."

"Mark claimed me..." He shrugged, lifting his palm to show a deep scar across it. "About time I guess... You know I was his favorite next to you.". But you were always so good at the submission."

"He trained me well." Juice said, his voice icy. Jax glanced at him through the rearview, a sad expression on his face. Juice looked... Different somehow. "The guy you're dating... Does he know about you and the home?"

"A little... We haven't gone into detail... Some of it really hurts to bring up, you know?" Ray nodded. "Yeah... I get it."
   Jax pulled up to the hotel. "Remember what Juice said, we're keeping him being a whore, him being gay, silent as long as we can... My step father is the president of the club, he doesn't know, and if he did, it could be Juice's life on the line, and his lover's. Ray nodded. "Is your lover here too?" Juice nodded. "His name is Alexander... We all call him Tig... He's a little weird, don't take anything he says too personal... He's a lot like Mark on a good day." Ray chuckled and nodded. "Sure thing." He hopped out, standing near the front of the an. His hands clasped in front of him and his head a little lowered. Juice slid out and took his hand, breaking the clasp. "You're not here for that... Here you're my equal." Ray smiled sheepishly and nodded, following after Juice and Jax up to the room. Juice let himself into Tig's room and smiled at his lover on the bed. "Tig... This is Ray... He was my best friend here... Ray, this is Tig." Ray grinned at him, but his smile immediately disappeared when he looked back to Tig. He ducked his head in a greeting, his hands coming together behind his back. "Nice to meet you, Sir." Tig gave a throaty chortle and rose. "I hate being called Sir." He said. Ray's head ducked lower. "Apologies." His voice was almost a whisper. Tig looked to Juice, his brows furrowed. "Mark treats him like he did me... We're well trained." Tig sighed softly but nodded. "Any trouble?" Juice shook his head. "Good... I'm gonna have a smoke. Join me?" He offered. Jax had disappeared to get Clay. Juice followed Tig outside. He swatted Ray playfully on the hip. "Come on."

   Clay emerged when the others did. He did a look from toe to head at Ray, then over at Juice. "This our boy?"

"Yeah. Ray Scott... My best friend when I was here, and our in... I haven't told him anything... Figured you should do that." Ray looked over at Juice with wide, scared eyes. Juice smiled comfortingly, setting his hand on Ray's back. Clay looked between the two again and gave a nod. "Is getting answers gonna be as tough as it is from you?" Juice blushed and nodded. "Probably tougher." He admitted. "Well, come on." Clay trotted down the stairs to a little area with picnic benches. Juice led Ray down, pushing him gently into a sitting position next to him across from Clay and Jax. Tig took a seat next to Juice.

   Clay looked at the boy for a long moment, gnawing on the end of his cigar. "Listen, kid. I hate when people won't look at me while I talk to them. I'd like it if you would respect that." Ray looked up immediately. Juice knew he wasn't looking into Clay's eyes, probably past his face or at his mouth, but it was enough for Clay. "Sorry, Sir." Ray breathed. Clay grunted. "So, you work with a guy named Mark Rabador."

"Yessir."

"Do you know a man named Trevalore?" Ray's eyes widened visibly and he turned slowly, looking to Juice. "No..." He breathed. Juice nodded slowly. Ray sighed and took a shaky breath. "Yeah, I know him."

"We need to set up a meeting with him... Can you get us into Rabador's place to do that?" Ray nodded again. "I can.." He opened his mouth to speak again but quickly shut it. Juice nudged him. "He's not a john, Ray... You can talk freely with us." Ray looked at him, his expression pained. He took another big breath. "Trevalore doesn't come by very often anymore..." He whispered. "Not for about a year." He looked over to Juice, who winced but nodded. "It might be tricky getting him to come... You'll need Rabador's help." Clay nodded. "I know. Juice mentioned that." Ray looked up again, his expression confused. Juice smiled. "Me. They call me Juice around the club... Juan Carlos doesn't really have an intimidating ring to it... Most of us have nicknames." Ray nodded slowly. "Juice isn't very intimidating either..." He whispered, his body tensing after he spoke the words, expecting a physical reply. Juice sighed. "No... But it's the best they could come up with." Ray gave a shy smile. Clay cleared his throat, tapping ash off his cigar. "Anyways... How soon can you get us into the place?"

"Tomorrow evening... All you need is the address and the passcode... Each of us have a unique code... Juan..." He sighed and looked to him. "You might have a hard time getting in... If one of the door girls know you..." Juice nodded. "I know... I'm gonna play that up. Might as well lead Rabador out with something he can't resist." He forced a smile onto his face. He then looked to Clay. "I figure it'll be best if we go in one at a time... Slowly, like ten, twenty minutes between us.. That way if Mark is hanging around, it won't look like there's a group, that's fishy." He tapped his cigarette and took a long drag before continuing. "I'll come in last, draw a lot of attention with the group, most of them know me... Make him come see me... Then we'll talk to him." Clay nodded. "Smart kid." Juice smiled softly.

   He looked to Ray. "When do you need to go back?"

"Tonight is my night off... I'm free to go whenever." He nodded and looked to Clay. "Can I talk to you alone for a sec?" Clay nodded, rising. Juice followed behind him.

   "Listen... This group... This house... It's heavy shit, Clay... That kid has been whoring since he was twelve... He's only seventeen now... I promised him.. When we were younger... I'd save him... I want to save these kids..." Clay shook his head. "There's nothing we can do, Juice. I'm sorry..." Juice nodded. "I know... I figured it was worth a shot though... You'll understand what I mean when you see the house tomorrow."

"How'd you get involved with this shit anyways? You aren't a faggot..."

"My mom, like I'd said... Rabador whored her out." He shrugged. "Just got used to the life." Clay nodded and squeezed Juice's shoulder. "Have your friend stay the night... He might be of some use to us tomorrow when we head over to that place." Juice nodded again and headed back toward the table. He sat down between Ray and Tig again, his expression troubled. "Ray, why don't you stay with us tonight, huh? Tig and me can share a bed or something, let you get some rest in a safe place." Ray looked at him, his eyes wide and hopeful. "Really?" Juice looked to Tig for the okay, and Ray caught the obvious submission in his gaze. Tig gave a single nod. "Of course." Juice looked back to Ray and grinned. The boy squeaked and hugged Juice tight, forgetting about his fear for the moment.
   That evening, Jax, Juice, Tig, and Ray were sitting in Tig's hotel room, all sharing drinks and conversation. Ray still had trouble speaking directly to Jax and Tig, but the alcohol was loosening him up. Clay was already asleep in the other room.

   "So, you and Juan..." Ray asked softly when Juice rose to go to the bathroom. Tig nodded. "Yeah?"

"He's yours..." Tig shrugged. "No... I don't own him or anything, not like a pet..." Ray looked at him, his eyes highly intelligent. "He's yours... I can see it in his eyes... You own him." Tig scowled. "I don't need to own him... I love him, he's not my property."

"Boys like Juan... They trained us really well. We don't know how to live a free life. If we're not helping someone be happy or at least satisfied, we're lost... He's lost a lot of his training... He'll look you in the eye and speak to you directly... He'd be beat for that here... But he's still got it, when he asks you something, or you tell him to do something... He turns back into the Pet they trained him to be." Tig swallowed hard, looking up at Juice emerging from the bathroom. Juice looked up, catching his gaze and smiled, lowering his eyes just a bit. "Can I get you anything?" He asked. Tig shook his head. "Come over here." He instructed. Juice ducked his head a little lower and padded over to Tig, sitting timidly next to him. Tig scowled a little, surprised that he'd never noticed it before. "Sit in my lap, Juicy." He said, his voice soft, but demanding. Juice moved over, settling comfortably in his lap. He rested his head on Tig's shoulder, lifting it only to take a drag off of his cigarette or take a drink from his cup. Tig stroked the back of his neck gently.

   Jax, sitting across from the three, gave a barely visible nod. "It explains a lot." He said, looking to Ray. "How Juice was when we first picked him to Prospect for the club. He was worse than a puppy... Needy but you could never tell what he needed..."

"We need to be controlled." Ray said softly. Juice locked gazes with him and smiled knowingly. "Has he marked you?" Ray asked softly. "No..." Juice whispered. "Why not?" Juice shrugged. Tig looked down at him. "Because he isn't mine to mark... If you want that... I will." Juice looked up at him, his eyes gentle. "Someday." He whispered, his hand going to the bandaged shoulder. Tig smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Juice's pouty lips, the alcohol making him a little less discreet. Ray giggled shyly and moved over to where Jax was sitting.

   "Why did they tell you?" He asked. "What?"

"Why did they tell you about being in a relationship, if they can't tell anyone else?" Jax shrugged. "I found out by accident... And things progressed."

"I can see how you look at Juan... You envy his lover." His voice was quiet, but Tig still heard. He pulled away from Juice to grin. "He's had him, of course he envies me..." Jax blushed and flipped him off. Ray giggled again. "You're gay..."

"No, I don't think that way... I like chicks... I just... Kinda wanted to see what it'd be like."

"Did you like it?" Jax shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I mean, of course."

"Do you find other men attractive." Jax shrugged again, taking a long drink. Ray bit his lip. His eyes drifted down to Jax's groin, then back up. "Maybe... Before you go back... You could see if other guys have the same feeling with you." Jax's cheeks reddened even further. Juice smirked. "Go for it, Jax..." He breathed. "You might as well."

"I'm not gonna fuck your best friend when you're sitting right there." Jax scolded. Juice grinned drunkenly. "I'd like to see." He admitted. Jax shook his head, setting his cup on the table. Tig leaned close to Juice and whispered something in his ear that made Juice's face light up. He looked to Tig for permission, and when Tig nodded, he rose and approached Jax quickly.

   He caught the young man's mouth in a rough kiss, surprising Jax. Ray giggled shyly, his hand slapping over his mouth. It was strictly a no-no for them to take control unless asked... Seeing Juan in such a commanding position was very arousing. He'd always had fantasies about his friend, but never dared act on them.

   Tig rose and went around behind them, crawling onto the bed. He slid one hand around Jax to Juice's body, stroking his cheek to get his attention. Juice pulled away and moved up, catching Tig's mouth in a rough kiss. Jax squeezed his eyes shut, sure this all had to be a dream. He knew it wasn't though, when he felt Juice's hand on his groin. Juice looked to Ray. "Take over for me..." He whispered. Ray nodded, eager leaning forward and cupping Jax's growing erection. He bit his lip shyly.

   Tig stretched out on the bed behind the two, and Juice settled between his legs, slowly undoing his pants. "Jax." Tig muttered. Jax looked back and flushed an even deeper red. "Are you really suggesting this?" He mumbled. Tig shrugged and grinned. "Could be fun..." He said, his voice laced with suggestion. Jax sighed softly but nodded. "Yeah, could be..." He grabbed Ray's hand. "But only if you act more like an equal... I wanna fuck someone who really wants it, not someone who just wants to do it to please me." Ray nodded, looking to Juice, who nodded as well. Ray nodded again, more vigorous. "Yes."

   Jax stretched out on the bed next to Tig, letting Ray settle between his legs to begin undoing his pants. Tig smirked at Jax and leaned over, catching his mouth in a kiss. Jax blushed a little but kissed back, his body reacting immediately to the kiss and feeling of the boy touching him outside his jeans. He pulled away and watched Juice and Ray work on their respective men. Tig sat up and yanked off his shirt, tugging off Juice's as well before Juice could swallow his cock. Jax, taking this as a clue, did the same, pulling Ray into a kiss before pushing him back down to his own throbbing member.

   After sucking Tig's member for a while, Juice did a surprising thing. He rose and slid behind Ray, wetting his fingers and slipping one deep inside the boy. Ray gasped, gagging Jax's cock. Juice chuckled and began to stretch the boy, earning happy moans from him. Jax fisted his hair, the moans sending vibration to all the right places. Tig sat up and grabbed his cock, running his thumb over the tip to gather the precum. He slid his finger into Jax's mouth, shivering when the man eagerly sucked on it, his eyes half shut. "Wanna try sucking dick?" Tig offered. Jax nodded, his cheeks darkening another shade. Tig moved up, his cock bobbing near Jax's parted lips. The blonde took the tip into his mouth, hesitantly, but groaned a little at the taste. His eyes slipped shut as he bobbed his head on the cock of his club brother.

   Juice slipped his throbbing erection into Ray's eager hole, moaning happily at the feeling of the clenched muscles. Ray groaned around the cock in his mouth, arching back against Juice. The Latino looked up to see Tig watching him, Jax's lips firmly around his dick. Tig pushed his head away and rose, going behind Juice. "Did I say you could fuck him?" He snarled in his ear, making Juice shiver. "No..." He whispered. "He's just so fucking tight..." He pulled out and slid in slowly, a moan on his lips. Tig slapped Juice's ass hard, making Juice cry out. "I never said yes." He snarled, grabbing the younger man's throat. Juice's cock twitched deep inside Ray. "Is this what you want?" Tig whispered in his ear, his tone softening. Juice nodded. "Sometimes... It's nice." Tig smirked against his ear and slapped his ass again. "Lean over him." He mumbled. Juice pushed his cock deep into Ray and leaned over, baring his own hole. Tig wet the entrance and his cock, pushing deep with no warning. He began to fuck Juice, forcing him in and ot of Ray with his own violent thrusts. Tig locked gazes with Jax. "He told me you fucked him hard... Lost control... That true?" He panted. Jax nodded slowly, his fingers buried in Ray's hair. Tig chuckled, driving deep over and over. Juice was screaming happily into Ray's shoulder. "Wanna have a go?" Tig asked after fucking him for a good ten minutes. Jax smirked. "Fuck yeah..." He pushed Ray's head away and rose, switching places with Tig. He slid into the Prospect's used hole with no problem and began to rut into him mercilessly. Juice gritted his teeth, shivering with pleasure. Tig kissed Ray's parted lips. "Come over here and ride me for a bit." He instructed. Ray gently pulled his ass free of Juice's cock and moved over, straddling Tig's hips and pushing the rock solid dick into his hole.

   Jax rode Juice until he came, his fingers biting into Juice's hips and a cry escaping his mouth. Juice slumped onto the bed, his body shivering with the need to cum, but he'd forced his own orgasm off, wanting to cum with his lover. He looked to Tig with begging eyes. "Have Jax suck you off, Ray..." He whispered. Ray nodded and rolled next to Tig. Jax crawled up to him and tucked Ray's cock into his mouth. Juice took Ray's spot and slid Tig deep inside him, shivering a little. Tig sat up and wrapped his arms around Juice, bringing him up and lowering him slowly. He locked gazes with the younger man, a soft smile playing on his lips. Juice played with his hair as they made love, forgetting out the men beside them, about the worries of tomorrow, about the club, about everything. Juice thought of nothing but the man underneath him, and Tig focused solely on the love he felt for his young lover.

   Juice's body began to quiver as he approached his orgasm. He began to ride Tig faster, panting against his neck. Tig pushed him back and caught him in a passionate kiss as he bucked up, releasing into Juice. The Latino gasped against his mouth, reaching between them and tugging himself a few times before spilling his seed between their heaving stomachs.
   The four lay sprawled on the bed, exhausted and basking in the afterglow. Finally, Juice yawned and sat up slowly, his belly to his knees screaming in an overworked agony. "I think we should get cleaned up..." He whispered, too tired to talk above one. Jax nodded, half asleep on Ray's chest. Ray was awake, but zoned out, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Tig rose slowly. "Relax..." He instructed Juice, who stretched out next to Ray. Tig padded to the bathroom and wet a washcloth, coming back. He washed all traces of their activity off of Juice and himself, then handed over the cloth to Ray. The boy took it and washed Jax then himself, handing it back to Tig. The older man hung it in the bathroom and gathered their undergarments. He slid Juice's shorts back onto him slowly, ending the motion with a loving kiss. He pulled his own on and handed Ray his and Jax's. "We'll take the next bed... You two don't have to move." Ray nodded. Jax smiled tiredly. "Thank you..." He whispered. Tig leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jax's cheek. "Anytime, brother." He pulled back the covers and crawled into the other bed with Juice, pulling him into a tight, loving embrace.
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