A/N: Damn, chapter 2 already. xD; I guess I just really like writing this fic. Oh well. I hope you like this. :3 (1202 words, and I still don't own SOA. Also, a bit of sexual content here. Now we're getting somewhere. /shot.)
"Juice..." Chibs groans, eyes fluttering shut. The both of them are shirtless, and working on becoming pantsless as well. Their lips mesh together again and again, making a wet sound every time they part. His hands trace the other's bare chest, then trail along his sides and up his back, and their chests press together. Juice's flesh is warm, and he's hard. It shouldn't be so exciting, the way their erections rub together through their jeans, but it can't be helped. Of course, it's not like he wants to 'fix' it anyway. He likes it this way. He feels a hand wrap around his length, and it's not his own. It feels so good, and-
The Scotsman wakes up. This has happened for the past three nights, ever since that damned party where he kissed Juice. He hasn't answered his phone, he's ignored everyone who knocked at his door, and his motorcycle's been sorely neglected. His story is that he isn't feeling well, but he's sure they can see through him. Still, if anyone thinks it's any different than what he says, it's not like it matters. They're not saying anything, after all. He's glad that they're giving him this, at least. Whether he's really sick or not (and he feels like he is, but in a different way entirely than what he's told the boys), he really just wants to be alone.
He's startled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door, and he sighs as he gets up to answer it. He's just woken up and it's past noon; at least whomever it is will have a reason to believe he isn't feeling well. When he opens the door, he finds none other than Jax Teller. This can't be good. Jax has that look about him, the one that says "I want to talk and I'm determined to get information out of you one way or another." He only has this look when it's something incredibly important. What in the hell is it?
"Nice morning wood." It's the closest thing he'll get to a greeting, and Chibs feels a small blush creep up on him.
Still, he replies, without a beat. "I'm pretty sure it's afternoon, brother; it's just wood at this point." Jax laughs a bit, and so does Chibs, before the obligatory "So what brings you here?" comes up.
"We need to talk," the blond replies, walking in, the humour fading quickly from his features. Typical Jax: straight to the point, skip absolutely everything that would make anything even remotely civil or polite.
"About what?" Chibs doesn't bother with formalities either. There's not much of a point. He sits down at the kitchen table, and Jax sits down across from him, leaning in.
"What the hell is going on with you, man?" he asks, looking intently at the older man.
"What do you mean?" The Scotsman can't help but look away. He's pretty sure he knows what Jax means. It's probably about what happened. Either Jax knows that Chibs is into Juice, or he's not going to rest until he finds out. "You know damn well what," Jax shoots back, starting to seem a little pissed off. He's starting to raise his voice. "I see you running from the party saying you aren't feeling good, and then I don't see you for three days? You ignore all our damn calls, too. And Juice..." Chibs actually flinches at the name, something that he's sure Jax sees but says nothing about yet, "he's been acting weird as hell. He gets this weird tortured look whenever someone mentions you, like he did something wrong..." There's a pause, and then, "Did you two get in a fight or something?"
It's so absurd, the older man can't seem to do anything but stare for a moment, and then laugh bitterly. "No, brother, far from it. Hell, part of me wishes we'd got in a fight."
"So what the hell is it? Come on, man; I'm your friend. I don't wanna see either of you hurting like this. Something went down, and I wanna know what."
With a small sigh, Chibs leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette, weighing his options. He could lie, but Jax would find out eventually. Besides, how would he be able to come up with something believable that fast? He can't really keep it a secret from Jax either; if he refuses to answer, the Teller boy would find out some other way, somehow, and everything would just be worse. No, it would just be better for all involved if he tells the truth now. "You gotta promise that what anyone says never leaves this table, okay?" Jax agrees, and he takes a deep breath. "I guess the best way to put it is... this old dog found love."
Jax looks incredulous. "This is about a chick? What, do you and Juice dig the same one or something?" His eyes grow wide and he asks, a bit more softly, "Did Juice and Fiona-"
If Chibs was drinking something, he would have choked on it. "No, no, it's nothing like that," he says, chuckling a bit. "And I definitely don't love Fiona... at least, not like that. Not anymore." He takes another puff of his cigarette.
"Then what is it?" The younger man is impatient again. "I can't see how a girl ties into any of this."
"That's because no girls tie into any of this."
"But you said-"
"That I was in love," finished Chibs.
"But-"
"I never said it was with a broad."
The silence is palpable. It's a moment before Jax is able to speak. "...Shit, man... Juice?" Chibs nods, and the blond continues, "...I thought you liked chicks."
"I do," comes the calm-sounding response.
"Man, last I checked, Juice isn't a chick."
The Scotsman cracks a smirk at that. "Are you kidding me? Damn it, I've been lied to all this time!" The both of them laugh, but they're kind of uncomfortable.
"So... You told him or something?" Jax questions. "Is that why he's acting all weird?"
"...Not exactly."
"Then what happened? Dammit, stop beating around the bush and get to the Goddamn point!"
"I kissed him, a'right?"
There's a silence again, and all Jax can say is "...Oh my God."
"It's a mess, ain't it?" Chibs says with a bitter laugh.
"Yeah..." There's a pause, and then, "The Club's not gonna like this."
"The Club doesn't have a rule about it," the Scotsman retorts, glaring slightly.
Jax doesn't have anything to say to that, so he lights a cigarette of his own as Chibs puts his own cigarette butt out. "...I think he feels the same way," Jax finally says. Chibs stares at him with wide eyes, and is about to ask what he means, but Jax just continues. "I guess... I don't know. I can't explain it. But I think you should talk to him." With that, he gets up and walks out. There isn't another word exchanged between the two, but Chibs knows that this is pretty much Jax giving his blessing, and he smiles just a bit. He'll have to talk to Juice tomorrow.
