WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty.

Beta: None. WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.)

Sex: Over all Yes - Male/Male (but none in this chapter.)

Swearing: Absolutely. (This is sons of anarchy) Along with some derisive terms that aren't meant to offend.

Title: Taken from the song: Growing on Me by The Darkness.

A/N: Well, I'm back with the season four opener, continuing on from Sweet Denial. I've taken some liberties with the US prison system. Being English I have no idea what's allowed or not allowed. I know Jax had a single cell, but I wanted to put juice back in that awkward spot with Tig (because it's always fun) so had to stick them in the same cell. I hope you enjoy this knew story. Though it will probably be more PWP than deep in-depth character analysis, but I'm sure you won't mind that all too much right, anyway, on with the show.

Tig sat on his bunk waiting anxiously to get the hell out of there. Fourteen months was a long time to be cut off from everything you cared about and even longer when there was unfinished business awaiting your attention. He'd had a lot of time to think over the past year and most of those thoughts were taken up by the blue eyes blond he'd left behind.

Of course he never let the others know just how much of his time was spent replaying their last night together or imagine just how he was going to celebrate his release. The only member of his brothers that knew the extent of his obsession was Juice, and only because they've been forced to share a cell over the past four months.

His foot swung and bounced with impatience as time dragged on.

"Jesus man, calm down." Juice grumbled from the bottom bunk.

Tig swung his leg side ways to connect with the young Puerto Ricans head.

"Hey!" the boy snapped shooting off his bunk. "Jesus, if there's one thing I won't miss when we get the hell out of here, it's your…..nervous twitches." he said with frustration.

Tig laughed at the innuendo. "Aww how sweet, I told Tommy you'd miss him."

Juice glared dangerously at the older man as he continued to laugh. He hadn't gone without his fair share of attention over the past fourteen months, Tommy being just the latest.

"Your such a fucker Tig." Juice snapped, pressing his back to the wall opposite.

"Oh, I thought you were a lover not a hater." he winked.

"Shut the fuck up. You know damn fucking well nothing happened." Juice huffed.

Tig raised a disbelieving brow that caused the tanned youth to turn red, while flipping him off and heading back to his bunk, where he dropped down with a huff.

"Oh, come on Juice, we've all need a bit of stress relief."

"Not me!" he snapped a little too quickly. "Or Jax."

Tig rolled his eyes and fell back into a lying potion on the top bunk, hands behind his head. "Yeah, well….Jax is….Jax." he smirked.

Tig laughed, it was always so easy to fluster Juicy, especially on this subject. The young man had been wary around Tig ever since the day of their arrest when he'd inadvertently interrupted him and Kozik. Tig was sure that he thought he was going to jump him any second. He'd even caught him sleeping with his back to the wall and his hand covering his gonads. Tig had increased the innuendos and teasing after that, and hadn't been so discreet at night when he lay in his bed, his hand around his dick, reacting from the memory of a rather graphic phone call or an equally smutting letter. Not bothering to stifle the man's name as he came.

~TIKOZI~

It was the perfect morning for a welcome home, the sun beaming brightly over California. It was peaceful with a buzz in the air. Kozik tried not to allow the excitement to take a hold of him. After all, a year was a long time and a few dirty letters and phone calls didn't really make up for eight years of hostility. For all he knew Tig would walk out of those gates and everything would be back to snipping and punching each other. Or maybe Tig would be fine with him, even be okay with him patching in but wouldn't want to continue what they'd started over a year ago.

The nervous fear of that had been eating away at him all week. And he knew he hadn't done a practically good job at hiding it.

"You okay boy-o." Chibs asked from the bike on his right.

"Fine. - Just hate all this waiting around." He replied, trying to sound calm. They both knew what was making him jumpy. Hell, the whole club knew, but actually admitting it would be the death of his respect as a son. They'd start treating him like a chick or worse a fucking queer.

The club were fine with him and Tig, more or less - they always had been - surprising, as long as they kept it behind closed doors and didn't fag out in front of them. Kozik had always been a little amazed it wasn't among the founding rules of the SOA, along with the no blacks rule, but then maybe the illustrious John Teller and the first nine hadn't expected a guy who liked bikes, beer and pussy, to also have a licking for dick too, lucky for him and Tig.

"It shouldn't be long now." Chibs said, pulling him from his thoughts.

Kozik nodded and stared down at his bike. He looked to his right as the movement of Chibs shifting caught his attention. He wasn't the only one anxious to see a fellow member. Kozik had figured quickly that Chibs had kind of a soft spot for the young Puerto Rican. They were pretty close, almost inseparable at times, though probably not in the same way as him and Tig. - Though you never really knew, and Chibs had been apprehensive about his safety practically the whole time he was inside.

They were sat there in the sun, outside Stockton prison for at least another hour, when the sound of distant doors opening and closing drew their attention. Kozik's heart leapt into his throat and he couldn't keep the grin off his face at the sight of Tig walking confidently towards the gate. It was moments like this when he wished he could openly admit to his feeling and act on them. Instead he cheered with the others and waiting for the gates to open.

Kozik grinned smuggle as Tig headed towards him, turning to display his patch with a slight wriggle of his body, a wicked mischievous gleam in his eye as Tug paused in front of him, his hands on his hips and a wide smile on his face. Once more Kozik's heart skipped and he took a breath.

"I knew you'd vote in when I was gone, you pussy." he scolded with a laugh.

Kozik's grin widened laughing along with the sergeant before moving to a tight welcoming an embrace. They weren't the only ones hugging so it didn't break the no-PDA rule, but it felt a thousand times better than the hugs being exchanged behind them.

Pulling apart they looked at each other for a second before Kozik handed over Tig's cut, giving him a warm promising smile and heading back to his bike.

~TIKOZI~

The welcome home was much like it always was cheers and welcome. Hugs from member and friend, kisses from practically every croweater in the lot. Tig took it all with his usual enthusiasm. He caught sight of Kozik a few feet away with a leggy blonde wrapped around him and fought off the surge of jealousy that coursed thought him.

He knew Kozik hadn't been a god-damned saint, any more that he had, men had needs. But Tig couldn't ignore the grip of possessiveness that took hold. Kozik met his gaze and understanding passed between them. Tig gave the man a slight nodded and heading over to talk to Gemma and Chuck, laughing as if there hadn't been that intense moment, knowing things with Kozik would be settled as soon as things with the Club where. Clay called everyone to Chapel and Tig went eagerly, figuring the quicker they got the official shit over, the sooner he could get back to his place and make up for lost time.

~TIKOZI~

"So will I see you later?" the nameless blonde asked, pressing herself against the muscles body.

Kozik tore his gaze away from Tig as he moved away from the crowd. He's seen the green-eyed monster in those blue eyes and it had sent a spark of desire straight to his dick. Looking down at the blonde croweater he'd been fucking on and off for the past few months, he saw the sparkle in her eyes as she jumped to the conclusion that the bulge in his pants was down to her.

He felt a slight stab of guilt for using her the way he had, but then, that's what came with being a groupie. The lucky ones got promoted to old lady status, but all in all, they spent most of their lives attending to the need of any member free to be with them, until they were too old to gain a Son's attention.

Giving her one of his brilliant award winning smiles, Kozik shook his head. "Not tonight Honey."

Her face dripped and her brows furrowed as she stared up at him with confusion. He hadn't made her any promises but she was young and new and in hindsight maybe she hadn't been the best choice to get him though the year.

He pressed an apologetic kiss to her lips, untangled himself from her arms and headed for the club house, her eyes burning into his patch all the way.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but I wanted to know what you guys thought, and well...I just couldn't wait to post. Will be posting as I go, so if you have to wait a bit between posts. forgive me.