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Brave Submission	By : SeasonofSons Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 3093 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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   'I'm scared. My dreams have been worse lately and I don't know what to do. I can't sleep... I can't eat, even when I manage to scrounge up food I can barely stomach it. I felt like I was being followed today... Things aren't getting any better here... As far from New York as I can be... As far from him. I'm scared. The Sons of Anarchy M/C is helping... A little. Jax makes me feel protected... But some of the members scare me... I don't like the way the old guy, Piney, looks at me... It's like he can see right through me... Knows what I'm running from. And Bobby... He's very nosy. I know my past, the reason I'm in Charming, CA will come up eventually... But I'm scared. I don't know what to do.'

   Jax Teller stood across the garage from their newer Prospect, a short, muscly Puerto Rican boy with a temper, but no voice. He'd only had one real conversation with Jax, and that was to explain why he was in Charming, "trouble. Hacking. Back home", and any of the other members only got one or two word answers stutteringly spat out, followed by a shaky Sir... Until Chibs got annoyed and threatened to show Ortiz his dick every time he said Sir. That ended that obnoxious phrase quickly. But the guy was a hard worker and a good fighter, and amazing with computers... That was the only real reason he suggested that Ortiz prospect for them. The other members, even those that were open to unique changes within SAMCRO, were a little iffy about this shy Latino boy with the funny head tattoos.

   The name, for one, stuck out terribly. Juan Carlos Ortiz... A mouthful. And a very... Racial one. Creative as ever, Chibs had thought up the acronym of JUCSZ.. Endearingly turned into Juice. The boy took it wordlessly, responding to it immediately like a dog to his name.

   "Hey brother." Chibs Telford nudged Jax out of his thoughts. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Just watching the new kid." He shrugged in Juice's direction. Chibs grunted, watching the boy as well. He knew his way around cars that was for sure, and that did make him a pretty decent addition to T/M. "He's a strange one... Can't get a word out of him." Jax nodded. "He's shy... I'd like to know what made him that way."

"You were shy when you were prospecting too, Jackie Boy."

"But I still spoke."

"You were the president's son." Jax gave Chibs a droll look. "Don't be a dick... You know what I mean... It's like pulling teeth to get Juice to say anything more than yes, no, and I'll get on it... I thought he was never going to stop saying sir."

"You asked us to vote him in to prospect, Jax." Chibs reminded him, making Jax glare. "I know... Because he's smart... Kind of. He's smart in the way we need."

"I've yet to see any form of intelligence in that boy." Jax gave him a disapproving look. "Be nice." Chibs grunted. "I'm always nice... Is Clay still doing that get together tonight with the Tacoma chapter?"

"Yeah, they're on their way now as far as I know." He nodded. "You gonna invite the kid?" Jax nodded, turning to pull on his work shirt. "See how he acts with a crowd." He said before heading towards the van they were fixing up.
   The clubhouse was filled to capacity. Crow Eaters, SAMCRO, SAMTAC, and various family members were stuffed into the main room, music blasting from the speaker system that Tig and Jax had installed. Jax watched Juice from across the room, sipping on his beer. The young Latino had barely moved. He stayed within eyeshot of the door at all times, only leaving it once to go to the bathroom. He'd been chugging beers all night, but his conversation with anyone had been nonexistant. Once had a Crow Eater come up to him, he simply smiled, nodded at what she was saying, and motioned in Bobby's direction.

   Tig plopped down on the couch next to Jax and belched, well on his way to being fall down drunk. "What's with the kid?" He asked, jutting his scruffy chin in Juice's direction. "Why'd you invite him?"

"Well A, he's a prospect, and B, cause I wanted to see how he'd hold up in a social situation."

"And your verdict?"

"Something has him spooked. It isn't the MC, and it isn't being social... He's scared of something else. He's got an eyeline to the door... I'm assuming in case he needs to break for it, and he's keeping his eyes on all of SAMCRO... I'm guessing in case someone tries to fuck with him he'll know who to run to if he can't reach the door."

"What makes you think he has a big enough fucking brain to figure all this out?"

"Because he's scared. I've seen it before... Someone has him spooked... He won't mention much about his home... New York, that much I know, but not why he's across the fucking country."

"It's your right to find out, VP."

"I know that... But I want Juice to trust us, Tig, not think we're gonna fuck him over. If he's Redwood Original material, he'll confess it to me when he's good and ready." Tig grunted. "Well. I'm gonna go make the boy feel welcome." Jax grimaced but looked away, catching Clay's attention and heading over to him.
   "Prospect!" Tig grabbed the Latino's shoulders. He jumped off the barstool and his hand went instinctively to his belt, where a knife nestled his hip. Tig raised his hands in surrender when the boy turned, laughing. "Chill, kid." Juice tried to smile, but it turned into a bit of a scared grimace. "Come with me?"

"Wh-- Where?" Tig turned to face him head on. "Excuse me?" He stepped up to Juice, their chests touching. "Do you talk back?"

"No, Si--... No." He caught himself, diverting his gaze to the floor. He looked up only to follow Tig, weaving his way through the crowd that seemed to part naturally for Tig and every other patched in member of SAMCRO. Tig led him through the clubhouse to the apartment and opened the door to the apartment, motioning for Juice to enter. He did so, and sat on the bed, his hands folded into his lap. Tig shut the door and clicked the lock shut. He leaned on the door, his arms crossed. "Be honest, kid... Who are you?"

"J--" Juice swallowed hard and took a breath, forcing his voice to stop it's shudder. "Juan Carlos Ortiz... That's my r--r--real name." He looked up at Tig, begging the older man to believe him. "I don't mean that. We've checked enough to know you're honest on that fucking count... I mean who are you? What brought you to Charming?" Juice swallowed hard. "Trouble... Hacking back home..." He mumbled. "Where's home?"

"Qu--Queens, New York."

"Got a family?" Tig sat next to him as he asked, sparking up a cigarette. Juice shrugged. "Brother... Mom."

"I feel like this is pulling fucking teeth. Why don't you talk?" The stocky male paled. "I... I just don't have anything to say." He mumbled, diverting his gaze to his boots. "Sure you do, everyone does. How do you like Jax? What do you think of Gemma's new fucking haircut? Are you interested in any fucking thing?" He looked up at Tig, his eyes pained. "I don't like talking... My mouth... Gets me into trouble." Tig laughed. He laid back on the bed. "Does it now? What kind of trouble?" Juice blushed. "You're very drunk, Tig." He said softly, desperate to change the subject. The older man's eyes slitted, looking directly at Juice. He slapped his hands to his knees and rose. "Know what you can do for me, kid?" Juice glanced up, his eyes round and innocent. "What?" Tig turned to face him, leaning against the door again. Before the Prospect could speak, he was undoing his jeans. "I think I'd like a blowjob."

"Wh--What?" The young man's breath escaped with the word. He looked down, following Tig's hands as he worked his belt loose and unzipped his jeans. "Come on... How much are you willing to give to the fucking club, huh?" He stepped up to the boy and grabbed his head, ruffling the short mohawk shaved down the center, before shoving him down to his knees. Juice gasped a little, suddenly face to face with Tig's hardening shaft. He looked up at Tig, his jaw working little circles as he struggled for words. Tig smirked. "How much do you want that fucking patch?" Tig murmured. Juice closed his eyes and nodded. He grabbed Tig's shaft and wrapped his lips around it. Immediately Tig gasped, arching his hips toward Juice's mouth. The Latino took the additional length with ease, bobbing his head and holding Tig's hips tightly. Tig looked down, watching his shaft disappear into the boy's mouth. It was rare that he found a guy willing to suck his dick... And never had it been a prospect before. He always joked about that being initiation for them... But he wouldn't have cared either way. Sons material was Sons material, regardless of sexuality in his mind. He groaned a little, wanting to see just how far this new guy would be willing to take it. He grabbed his head and pulled his shaft out, letting it rest on Juice's swollen bottom lip. The Latino rolled his eyes up to look at him, a gaze that went straight to Tig's balls. Big, brown eyes that any female would envy, filled with nothing but need, want, and lust.Wordlessly, Tig grabbed the back of Juice's head, slamming his cock down his throat before withdrawing it and shoving it back in. He was surprised when the younger man took it to the base with nearly no resistance.

   Juice's brain was mush. He was hyperfocused on the cock down his throat, the warm body standing over his. It'd been so long... Something he hadn't ever planned on, or really wanted to, do again. But now that he was in the middle of it, his body reacted beautifully. His cock growing in his jeans, the painful press against his zipper making him moan around the shaft in his mouth. Tig grunted at this, shoving in a little faster than before. Juice kept pace, allowing his body time to swallow and breathe, working in a pattern around Tig's invading member. He reached down, rubbing his palm over his aching, tented jeans.

   Tig continued to thrust mercilessly into his mouth, groaning gently when the boy moaned or whimpered against his shaft. He dug his short nails into Juice's head, grimacing with pleasure when he felt a brush of teeth against his underside. "You sure do suck dick well... I can see why it'd get you into trouble..." He panted, looking down at the Prospect. Juice's face burned a bright red at the comment, his ears glowing. He shook his head just a bit, earning a moan from the man using his mouth. Tig's pace increased and he dug his fingers deeper into Juice's skull, stilling them both as his orgasm washed over him, ropes of his warm fluid coating the Latino's tongue and throat. Juice pulled back, letting his mouth fall from the shaft wetly. He dared a glance up at Tig as he swallowed the salty liquid. The older man was just coming down from his ecstasy.

   When he finally looked down at Juice, he smiled a little to see the man's head down. "Thanks." He muttered, pulling the boy up by his arms. Juice kept his eyes diverted, glancing toward the door worriedly. "Go shine up the bikes or something." Tig grumbled, flopping onto the bed and lighting a cigarette. Juice nodded quickly and wiped his mouth, nearly running to the door. He ducked outside and grabbed a rag, beginning to tediously shine up the bikes by the light given off by the street lamps.
   Juice worked his way through two of the bikes before he sensed a presence behind him. "It's just me." Jax's voice was soft, relaxing the tension in Juice's body. The blonde came around to his front and hoisted himself onto the railing in front of the bikes. "What are you doing?"

"Shining bikes..."

"Why?"

"Tig... Told me to." Jax chuckled. "Stop... Listen, Juice... I know what he tried to do in there." Juice looked up at Jax quickly, his eyes panicked. Jax smiled comfortingly. "He tries it on all the new Prospects. He even tried that shit with me. It's just Tig's twisted version of initiation, or something... It's fucked up. Don't let it freak you out, okay? Tig is a freak." Juice forced a weak smile. "He won't ever force you into something you don't wanna do... He's not that way. And nothing happened, right? I mean... Fuck it. Brothers. We all tease each other like that." Juice nodded, his ears burning. "Right..." He breathed. Jax slid off the railing and slapped the Prospect's back. "You don't have to stay. Head home and get some sleep, okay?"

"The party... Cleaning up..."

"I'll get it. If anyone asks I'll let 'em know I sent you home... You weren't feeling well." He smiled again and squeezed Juice's muscly arm. "Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Juice smiled shyly and nodded. Jax took the rag from him and walked into the clubhouse.
   'I want to be ashamed... I really do. But coming home from the party all I kept picturing was his dick... I thought I'd gotten past this... I was getting better... I don't know what this is going to do. Jax said it was sort of like initiation... Does that mean I failed? Or succeeded? An MC like SoA wouldn't let in a member that was a fag, would they? I do like both... But if anyone finds out I like guys... I can't stand to fail this. These guys make me feel at home. Even with the teasing... The jokes... I know they all think I'm a freak, but it's okay, because they let me be there. Jax especially, and Chibs... They're so nice to me, even though I'm weird. I want to talk more, but I'm so used to getting hit, or punished for speaking my mind... I'm afraid that's what's gonna make them not want me to be a real member... If this whole sucking dick thing doesn't seal that deal. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is the guy I want to be my brother... And here I am picturing his dick inside me. There's something fucked up about this whole fucking situation...'
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