The Wet Slimy Rag
Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Juice from the SOA universe he is the property of his creator Kurt Sutter. As always I do not make any money from this story or any other that I write on this site.
Summary: While in prison Juice shares a cell and more with Clay and afterwards ponders what he can do about it. A hint of Slash and dubious consent!
A/N: Just a really really short story that has been doing the rounds within my head.
It was the end of the first week of their incarceration since the six members of SAMCRO had been imprisoned on gun running charges after the ATF had stormed Teller Morrow and hauled them all away.
Juice lay thinking on his hard narrow prison bunk in the small cell that he shared with Clay and shuddered to himself as he recalled the kiss the sons prez had forced upon him just after the lights had gone out for the night.
He grimaced in disgust as he recalled the hand that had gripped his jaw painfully when the older man had made it more than clear to him what was expected from Juice while the two of them and the four other members were incarcerated in Stockton during the next fourteen months.
Grimacing again he remembered how he had felt during the kiss, it had been terrible, it had felt to Juice like a wet slimy rag was being stuffed down his throat when Clay had forced his attentions on him, forcing his tongue between his lips to plunder the confines of his mouth and for the moment it went on, Juice wondered just how Gemma could possibly put up with such poor kissing skills from her old man.
Juice thought back to his own not so long line of ex-girlfriends and the even longer line of sweet butts who could attest to his own formidable kissing skills and an epiphany hit him as he thought about his said skills. He would teach Clay how to kiss better during their time together in prison and if nothing else Gemma would appreciate the sacrifice he would be making when they were all home again.
That is if Clay did not kill him first, he thought to himself.
Feeling a little happier than he had done so since the gates had slammed shut behind them when they had entered this God forsaken place, Juice rolled over as carefully as he could to keep from falling off his bunk and allowed his eyes to close, drifting off to an almost undisturbed sleep.
A/N: Yes I know this was really small and apologies for it. As always reviews are appreciated.