Disclaimer: Still not mine
AN: Chapters that are based on episodes of the show will stick to the main plot points but will not follow exactly what happened because that feels too much like plagiarism. Also warning this chapter earnt the M rating.
Chapter 4- Pilot
Juice
"Fuck! Of-fucking-course this shit happens now, the gun warehouse was burnt down and all our guns were stolen by those fucking wetback cunts." Clay was pacing wildly in the bar. Juice totally understood his frustration and the only thing keeping him from pacing as well was Chibs' arm wrapped around his shoulders as it was his leg was bouncing up and down. Neither Chibs or Juice had seen the remains of the warehouse but from what Jax said there wasn't much left and there was no doubt that it was an illegal gunrunning operation, which was why they had the dummy corp. set up after all- so it could never be traced back to the Sons.
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Things had calmed down a bit, when the truck brought a car with a deer embedded in the windscreen was brought in, a job that was of course given to the prospect because no-one else wanted to do it. When Half-Sack said he was a vegetarian, light-hearted teasing ensued- half because it was expected and half to lighten the mood-Juice was sat on a bench, having a smoke break and half watching Chibs talk to Jax. He couldn't help it; his eyes had always been drawn to the older scot and it was happening more and more often since they'd started fucking. Especially when it was only them, at their house in the early hours of the morning when Chibs was still half asleep, Juice found him mesmerising.
Chibs had clearly finished his conversation with Jax as he was walking towards Juice. "Hey lad, what you up to?"
"Not much, I was gonna spark up- then go back to work. You're welcome to share."
"Sound good. Juicy-boy" Juice, found his tin and rolled a J. Which he sparked, and toked- passing to Chibs.
"So, what were you talking to Jax about?" Juice was unable to contain his curiosity.
Chibs, smiling, told him to fuck off and mind his own business. Then passed back, it took all Juice's self-control not to lean over and kiss him right there but that would be frowned upon by the club as it was in public. Chibs seemed to understand- he moved closer and wrapped his arm around him- the kind of affection that was totally acceptable within the club.
When the joint had been smoked to the roach, both of them stood to get back to work.
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Juice was looking for information on Alveraz, who seemed to be practically of the grid- the only thing he'd been able to find so far was his criminal record. Which had at least given him known associates to try and track. Bobby was sat quietly playing the guitar, practicing. Juice reached for his pack of smokes, desperate for the nicotine, he lit one- making sure that there was an ashtray within arm's length as he inhaled deeply.
Not long after he'd finished his cigarette, the club was called in to chapel, when everyone had arrived Clay told them that the Niners had only given them one extra day to retrieve the guns. As if that wasn't enough shit to deal with, Jax's junkie-ex had the kid. Which had led to them finding out about the Nords dealing crank, within Charming.
Which is why Chibs and Jax were out dealing with the Nazi pricks, whilst Juice- who was feeling pretty damn antsy and would have liked to get in on the action- was stuck at the clubhouse.
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That evening, Juice was having a beer and sharing a doobie with Chibs whilst they watched the prospect fight. All around them the club was partying but all Juice wanted was to finish his beer, have a smoke and go home- with Chibs, of course. He could tell them what he'd found out tomorrow, after all.
"What are you thinking 'bout lad," Chibs asked and Juice would swear that the Scot thickened his accent purposefully, knowing how it affected him. He replied, voice low, "Not much, just that I want to be taken home and fucked like a whore tonight."
Chibs, visibly hardened in his jeans and took a deep drink of his beer. He started to reply, when Clay walked over, "I would ask what you two were talking about but I don't want to fucking know. Just don't get too fucked up tonight- I need you both in top form tomorrow."
They nodded in agreement, knowing they'd just been given permission to go straight home tonight, without any pretence of fucking a croweater first. Clay walked away, presumably to go tell someone else the same thing. Chibs picked up where he'd left off, "I can do that for you, Juicy-boy. Just a shame you don't have any hair to pull."
Juice stiffened, that might be the best reason he'd ever heard to grow his hair. It didn't take long after that for them to leave- Juice noted that they weren't the only ones leaving as they made their way towards the door.
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*Smut*
The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Chibs shoved Juice to his knees and pulled his own trousers down. Juice marvelled at Chibs dick for a moment, before hollowing his cheeks and taking it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the head, and sucked lightly. Chibs moaned and pulled Juice's head towards him, Juice just opened his mouth- thanked a god he didn't really believe in for his lack of gag reflex- and let the older man fuck his throat.
It didn't take long before Chibs pulled away and manhandled Juice towards the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. When they arrived, Chibs roughly prepared Juice using nothing but spit as lube. He pushed his cock inside Juice. Juice cried out, first in pain- although it quickly gave way to pleasure. Chibs kept a harsh, fast pace gripping Juice's hips hard enough to bruise and bit his shoulder, before pulling out and flipping Juice over to face him. Juice whined from the loss, pushing back against Chibs dick. Chibs resumed fucking him and Juice raked short nails down his back, fucking himself on Chibs' dick as he did so.
Juice felt his balls tighten and from the look on Chibs' face he was in a similar position. Juice wrapped his own hand around his cock and matching Chibs rhythm, pulled. It was only a few short strokes and he was cumming, hard- Chibs wasn't far behind.
Chibs flopped down on the bed next to him, and blindly reached for a pack of cigs, ashtray and lighter kept on the bedside table, specifically for the purpose of an after-sex smoke. He lit two and handed one to Juice. They smoked in silence, basking in the afterglow.
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The following day, Juice ached. In the pleasant way that means you had fucking awesome sex. They were standing in the garage, Juice sharing what he'd found out about Alveraz's warehouse. Chibs had made the point that the local cops were almost certainly on Alveraz's payroll- so they wouldn't be able to pay them off and a plan had been made.
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So far so good, there were no Mayans at the warehouse and apart from the fact Opie's kid was in hospital so he couldn't be there to blow shit up for them everything was going to plan.
Juice and Chibs were searching through the boxes, looking for their guns. "So last night was fun, but I'm actually kinda glad that I'm driving the cage today."
"I did my job well then" Chibs smirked in response. They continued their search in silence. When Chibs found the first of the guns. He called out to Clay- the club quickly found the rest and loaded them into the van.
From there everything almost went to hell- Jax not being able to get the detonator to work and the Mayans showing up. Thank fuck, it was sorted out relatively quickly. Whilst Juice, Chibs and Happy searched round the back, an uneventful trip except from Happy noticing that Juice was limping and high-fiving Chibs.
When they returned to the rest of the club, the Mayan was dead and so was Darby's guy- Whistler. "So, the Nords and the Mayans have joined forces" Jax commented as they were driving away from the burning warehouse. "What does that mean for us?"
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Back home, Chibs and Juice were having a drink together- the booze and tiredness made Juice cuddly. If Chibs was being entirely honest with himself, he was also feeling pretty cuddly. They fell asleep that night wrapped up in each other's arms. Something they would both later blame on the booze.
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