Disclaimer: It's not mine, which is why this is *fan*fiction.
Chapter One: Chibs
The newest prospect- JC- was kind of adorable, in the same way a puppy or a kitten is, he was overly enthusiastic and had more energy than Chibs thought was possible. Prospects like this never lasted long as they tended to be too soft and easily led, 'It is a damn shame,' Chibs thought 'because he's kinda cute'.
He had only been a prospect for 2 weeks at this point, so Chibs really should not have been getting attached and while the club didn't have rules about who you fucked once you were patched in, prospects didn't have this freedom- girls only, or you could say good bye to ever getting your full patch. Anyway, there really was no point dwelling on it any further, right now he had a job to do. Chibs stubbed out his cigarette in the nearly overflowing ashtray and stood to leave.
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*6 months later*
Juice- the prospect's two syllable nickname had proven too much for a certain drunken scot- had last much longer than anyone expected. He was resourceful and had proven to be damn useful to have around as he was a good hacker. Chibs continued to admire the younger man from afar-keeping his distance so he could keep his hands off… after all, he wanted the lad to stick around. To be entirely honest, this got harder by the day. Although he had seemed soft at first, Juice took the hazing like a man but wouldn't take that shit lying down. When Tigs had thought it would be funny to completely dismantle the prospect's bed while the kid was away, he hadn't been able to access any internet porn for two weeks; mysteriously all his physical porn had vanished at the same time; a rumour had been spread among the sweetbutts that he had gonorrhoea and everyone in the club had received a copy of his search history. As if that wasn't enough, none of it could be traced back to the prospect. Chibs had laughed about that for a week, simultaneously vowing never to piss the kid off.
"Oy, Chibs what the fuck are you thinking about in there. I've been calling your name for a good 5 minutes." Bobby's voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"Jus' tha' gorgeous new sweetbutt. Whassername? Cherry?"
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*The day before Juice is patched in*
Chibs knew that the prospect would be voted in, at church the following day, and was looking forward to it for two reasons: it was an excuse for a massive fucking piss-up (not that they actually needed an excuse) and he could finally find out if he was imagining the way that Juice had been looking at him for the past 6 months.
The rules were different for patched members, they could essentially do as they wished as long as the club still came first and it didn't distract them. Chibs could sleep with Juice and move on-or not, and as long as it didn't cause problems within the club no-one cared. The only reason these things were kept on the down low were so that the club's reputation wasn't ruined. After all, just because the club didn't care, didn't mean that there weren't people who thought that "homosexual activity" made someone weak and as such it would -to these people- make the club seem weak, something which absolutely couldn't happen.
Chibs ran his hand along his jaw line, feeling the stubble there and thought-half out loud, 'Shit. I need to stop sitting around thinking about not much of anything when there is work to be done.' With that he lit another cigarette and walked to the garage to begin his days' work, smiling to himself slightly when he saw Juice totally engaged by whatever he was doing to the garage computer.
AN: So what do we think? Should Juice reciprocate- shhh- spoiler but the answer is…