A/N I thought there was way too little Jax/Opie (Jopie? Opax?) in the fandom and decided to add some myself. The story is set right after the ninth episode of season one ("Hell Followed") but you don't have to know too much about it to follow the storyline. In this episode Opie tells Jax that he can't sleep in the empty house and this was just too slashy for me to ignore. Enjoy.

It was supposed to be a party but Jax didn't have much fun. He had come here after taking care of Kohn's body – and nearly burning his father's damned manuscript – but it was more out of obligation than actual desire. After the almost botched hit on Hefner, the tension of a nearly averted gang war with the Mayans and the cleanup of his own killing, Jax was convinced that he deserved some sleep. Problem was, the club expected him to be here and he didn't dare disappoint them. At least some of them were already pissed at him for not showing up with the medical supplies soon enough and he really, really, really did not want Gemma digging into this and finding out he had killed someone for Tara. She would probably jump to conclusions and give Tara hell for using him. And Clay might think he was putting pussy before the club and that wasn't a fetching quality for a VP. So he sat here, drinking and chain-smoking until he had an excuse to go home.

"Not in the mood?" Opie asked from his chair next to him.

"Not really. It's been a shitty day."

"Tell me about it," Opie muttered and Jax realized that regardless how bad his day had been, his best friend's had probably been worse. Not only was the right in the middle of the Heffner disaster, he also had marriage trouble with a capital T.

Opie might put up a brave face about the whole thing but Jax knew that Donna's departure had hit him hard. And that he should probably do something about that – even if he had no idea on how to fix this. "Listen, if I can do anything for you, just ask. I know things are rough between you and Donna at the moment but she will be back, Ope. She just has to get used to the idea of you being back in the club."

"She won't be back," Ope said flatly. "She asked me to choose and I did. Now I just have to deal with it and hope it was the right choice."

"I'm sorry, Ope," Jax said. It wasn't a great response but he couldn't think of anything else to say. After all, he wasn't great with relationships himself.

Opie just shrugged. "Isn't your fault." He finished his beer and stood up. "I'll head home and try to get some sleep."

His earlier comment about not being able to sleep in the empty house popped into Jax's mind at this moment and gave him an idea, a rather daring and probably stupid idea but a tempting one nevertheless. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Opie looked at him in surprise. "What? Why?"

"You said, you couldn't sleep in the house on your own. I'm no Donna but maybe it will help if I am there. Show you that you're not alone."

He kept his face carefully neutral as Opie thought it over. He probably understood that Jax meant more than just crashing on the couch, just as the VP had intended.

"Yeah, why not?" said Ope after a pause. "You got everything you need for night?"

"I'll get some stuff from my room. Meet you there?"

"Alright. Don't let me wait."

Jax laughed and went to his clubhouse room. He purposely avoided everyone else, not really wanting to talk about what he was doing. Helping your best friend sleep was a bit too mushy for his image even without the gay undertones. Luckily everybody was too busy to pay much attention to him, though Juice kept glancing in his direction. Jax ignored him, filled a bag with some clean clothes and went outside. He had come with his bike and was glad for it. He could use some air.

The ride to Ope's place gave him time to clear his head and think about what was going to happen. Was this really a good idea? He had a child in a hospital and a strange thing going on with Tara. Opie was still married and Donna might be back at any time. This might not be the best time to rekindle the on-off-down-low thing he had with Opie. But then again, it wasn't really his call. He did this to help Ope and would let the other choose what he needed. And if Opie needed someone to fuck, Jax could help with that. Hell, it might even be refreshing to have something uncomplicated after all the drama with Tara. It might seem strange to call a secret friends-with-massive-benefits relationship uncomplicated but compared to his more than a little crazy mother, his junkie ex-wife and the enigmatic Tara, handling Ope was a piece of cake. Lovers when both felt the need and nobody was watching, best friends the rest of time. Both able to see other people. Easy as pie. His only fear was the club finding out. They likely wouldn't kick them out over something like this – it was an open secret that Juice wasn't that super-straight after all – but it wouldn't be a boost for his reputation. Luckily everybody in the club was so touchy-feely with each other, his extra affections for Ope were hardly noticed at all.

Soon he stood in front of Opie's house. Some doubts came to him at this time but he pushed them aside and knocked. Opie opened almost immediately and beckoned him inside. Jax didn't really have the comparison but even he had the impression that the house was somehow empty without Donna and the kids. But maybe this was just his stressed-out mind working overtime.

"So, what exactly is supposed to happen here?" Opie asked as Jax dropped the duffel bag with his stuff on a rather old sofa.

Jax shrugged. "Whatever you need, bro."

Opie considered this. "Aren't you and Tara back together?"

"I'm not sure. And this isn't about me, Opie, it's about you. Besides, it's not like this has stopped us before."

"Donna can never know," Opie said after another pause.

"Nobody will ever know, just like always," said Jax. He grinned slightly. „What's the matter, Opie? Are you suddenly turning into a pussy? I expected to be naked by now."

Instead of answering, Opie grabbed him by the cut and pulled him into a searing kiss. It was as good as Jax remembered. Raw, wild and savage, not soft like with Tara or most women he had been with. They hadn't done this since Opie went to prison and it seemed like far too long now. He felt his erection pressing into his jeans and if he wasn't much mistaken Opie had the same kind of problem.

"Have you been with another guy while I was gone?" Opie asked when they pulled apart for air.

Jax saw no point in lying. "Yeah, with Juice. Doesn't compare to you, Ope."

Opie growled and pulled him close for another kiss, ravaging his mouth with his tongue. His hands pulled Jax's cut off and then slipped underneath his shirt. Jax responded in kind and they started shedding clothes while Opie maneuvered them slowly through the house. When they reached the master bedroom both of them were stripped to the waist. Jax had little time to wonder about the fact that Ope wanted to fuck on the bed he shared with his wife before the bigger man pushed him onto it. His best friend waited no time and started fumbling with his jeans. The Sons of Anarchy VP did his best to help and soon both his pants and boxers hand landed on the floor.

Ope bend down to him and captured his lips for another searing kiss. Then he softly kissed down his chin, over his neck and to his muscular chest, steadily inching closer to his cock. Jax was close to begging for it when Opie finally reached the soft blond locks at the base of his target and swallowed him whole. Jax was now very glad that the house was empty because his moans would have woken everybody else inside. Opie was much better than the countless women who had ever sucked his dick – Tara not among them, who had steadfastly refused to even try it – and Jax couldn't help but wonder if he had time to practice while inside. The thought was disturbing and arousing at the same time. Then Opie flicked his tongue directly at his frenulum and all coherent thought left Jax's head. He was so close, just a bit more and he would... Just at that moment, the tight wet heat vanished as Opie pulled back. "Ope, what the fuck? I was so close!"

"Don't want you to come yet. We have more to do. Don't worry, you'll like it."

That mollified Jax at least somewhat, so he leaned back down, gave himself a few strokes and watched patiently as Ope pulled off his huge jeans, quickly followed by his boxers. The Son's VP used the time to appreciate his lover's body. Opie was bigger and more muscular than he was, though he wasn't as defined. Opie's dick was somewhat thicker than Jax's – though slightly smaller – and nested in dense weave of dark curls. Unlike Jax – who had been too weak from his heart condition to be circumcised shortly after birth – he was cut, though rather loosely. Jax could recognize the surgical style because Juice had talked to him about circumcision the first time they had been together – the Puerto Rican had been quite pleased to find an intact partner. It had been an enlightening if slightly weird experience – it wasn't exactly a sexy topic – but Juice only shut up if you shoved your cock in his mouth or banged him so hard he couldn't focus anymore and it had taken some time before Jax had figured that out. Ope grabbed some lube from the nightstand – giving Jax a good view of his tight ass – and squirted some on his finger.

"What are you doing?" asked Jax.

"I have to prepare you."

Jax grinned at him. "Who said anything about me getting fucked?"

Opie smiled back. "I think you need a good fuck by a real man. Not a boy like Juice."

Jax snorted. "Juice only wants to get fucked, Ope. You don't have to be jealous."

"Who says I am?" said Opie and kissed him again. Jax was so distracted by that he didn't realize what Ope was doing until the first finger slipped into him. It was uncomfortable – he was quite out of practice after all –, but Jax didn't say anything. It would feel good, sooner or later, and a little pain had never stopped him. Ope swiftly added a second finger and slipped down his body to wrap his mouth once more around Jax's pulsing erection. Now sufficiently distracted, Jax didn't complain when Opie added a third finger and softly spread him further. A few moments later, the fingers vanished from his ass and the mouth from his dick.

"You ready for the main part?" Ope asked.

Jax nodded and started to get on his hand and knees but Opie stopped him. "I want to see you," he said.

That was a bit of a surprise. Jax had expected a hard, angry fuck, like the ones he liked when he was in a bad mood. Maybe Opie was a bit mushier that he had thought. But he didn't care really in which position he was fucked so he spread his legs and watched Opie lube up and position himself at his entrance. No condom, as always between them. Usually he always played it safe – anything else would have been reckless giving his number of conquests – but doing so with Ope would ruin the intimacy.

Opie looked him in the eyes and slowly slid into him, muffling his gasps with another kiss. It was a tight fit, much tighter than he remembered from the last time they have done this. Jax could only hold on and wait for Opie to be fully seated in him.

"You okay?" asked Opie while nibbling at his neck.

"Yeah," Jax said. Now that he had had some time to adjust, it didn't feel so bad anymore. "Start moving!"

Opie gave him a grin and did just that. He found his prostate in no time and soon Jax was writhing in pleasure beneath the bigger man. It wasn't just the dick in his ass either, Opie went all out and kissed every part of his body he could reach. His thrusts quickly became harder and faster, each one slamming Jax into the mattress and sending him to new heights. His dick was rock-hard and when Ope warped a sweaty hand around it, he knew he was not going to last. It took three quick upstrokes and then Jax was coming, spraying his cum all over their stomachs. It didn't take long for Opie to follow, spilling his seed deep inside of Jax. Spent, they collapsed on top of each other.

"Get off me!" Jax gasped after a few moments of harsh breathing. He hadn't noted Opie's weight in the heat of the moment, but now it felt like there was a goddam Harley on top of him.

"Pussy!" said Opie but obliged. He slipped out of Jax and cleaned the both up with paper towels before laying on the bed next to him. Jax in the meantime was looking for his smokes.

"You can't smoke in here", Ope said, just as Jax had finally found his pants. „Donna doesn't like it!"

"Are you serious?"

Apparently he was, so Jax abandoned his quest with a weary sigh and got back to bed.

"You better now?" he asked the bigger man.

"Yeah," said Opie. „Not sure how much sleep I will get tonight, though."

Jax grinned at that. "If you want, I can promise not to fuck you until dawn. But I can understand, if you can't resist me. Happens to the best of us."

Opie huffed. "Don't flatter yourself."

Jax snuggled into Opie in reply. It was a bit too girly for his taste but it was Ope, so it was alright. Besides, getting fucked by your best friend didn't really match his bad-ass biker image either and he still did it. "Don't worry about Donna, Ope. No matter what happens, you will still have me. You will still have the club."

"And you and Tara?"

"Won't change a thing, just like me and Wendy or your marriage hasn't changed anything. We might have to babysit Abel, though. But no fucking in front of him! I don't want to mess him up even more!"

Opie laughed and flicked off the lights. "I love, you bro."

"I love you too."

When Jax fell asleep, Opie was already snoring.

A/N: Thanks for reading, reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. I am toying with writing some Jax/Juice (either light-hearted or dark, depending on the season) or maybe a second chapter for this story containing Jax/Opie/Juice. Tell me, what you think.