Juice gave Lydia a tight hug when they entered the home, kissing her cheeks and then her mouth. She hugged back, then proceeded to hug Tig tightly. "How are you two?" She asked, taking each of their hands in her own. "Good, the flight was long." Tig admitted. She smiled softly and nodded. "I mean you two..." She looked to Juice. "Better?" He smiled widely and nodded. "Much. Happy now." He said. She reached up and tugged his hoodie down. "I do see a symbol of pride there... I'm happy."
"Where's Jacob?" Juice asked. "He took the kids out for clothes shopping... He's furious that I invited Tig..." She shrugged. "Why?" Tig asked. She shrugged again. "Come on, I'll get you guys a drink and we can talk. I want to hear good stories... This has been such a bad week." She pulled them into the kitchen and withdrew cans of beer from the fridge.
Tig and Juice both took one gratefully, and Juice chuckled when she opened one. She tilted her head back to take a long swig and Juice scowled. She'd been wearing a scarf around her delicate neck, but it had slipped a little in her movement. "What happened?" He asked, reaching for the scarf. She backed up, putting her hand to her neck. "Nothing."
"Lydia... I know those marks..." He said softly. Tig scowled, confused. Juice looked at him and huffed. "She's got finger marks on her neck..."
"Juice, please... It's nothing..."
"Let him see, Lydia..." Tig said soft, but stern. She sighed and pulled the scarf away, revealing a bruised up throat. "Jesus! What happened? Was this Jacob?!" She covered her neck quickly and slapped her hand over Juice's mouth. "Hush. These walls aren't very thick... I don't want the neighbors to hear." Juice scowled, his mouth set in a fine line. "Talk to me, Lydia." She sighed and nodded. "Yes, it was Jacob... He doesn't do it often... Really... He just got. Angry..."
"Angry enough to choke you?" She hung her head. "I didn't want anyone to find out... Please don't say anything..."
"I'm gonna fucking knock him out." Juice snarled. Lydia looked imploringly at Tig, who stepped forward and snagged Juice's collar. He nuzzled his neck. "Down, Pet... I'm angry too, but we need to get through this funeral peacefully... Plus... The children." Juice growled but relaxed against Tig instinctively. "I don't like it Lydia." She rewrapped the scarf. "It's something you simply must deal with. I do." She shrugged and stroked his cheek. "Now, please smile. The kids are gonna be home soon and hey have been happier than they've been in nearly a week since I told them you guys were coming." Juice smiled softly and nodded. "Lemme just go change, I'm sure I reek, I hate planes." She chuckled and nodded. "I prepared the room you slept in last time for you two, Juice, it's the bigger.""Jacob's gonna be pissed if we share a room." She simply smiled. "Jacob doesn't pay the full rent." Juice chuckled. Tig took his hand and led him with their bags into the bedroom.
When they emerged a few minutes later Lydia was sitting on the couch. Juice hurried to grab their drinks and sat with her and Tig. "So. Good stories. Something funny." She said, slapping Juice's knee. He blushed and shrugged. "I don't really know..."
"This guy embarrassed the shit out of our club president with some photoshop." Tig said, grinning. Juice's blush deepened. "Jesus, Tig... Not a story to tell..."
"No, I wanna hear this now." Lydia said, grinning. Tig smirked. "Clay, he's a big guy. Stands like six foot to a million and probably outweighs Godzilla." Lydia nodded, chuckling at the imagery. "So Juice, being the type of smart ass he is, Photoshops a picture we have of Clay to make it look like he's wearing a dress. Full tranny, makeup, breasts, everything. A believable Photoshop at that, and posts it in the garage." Lydia began to giggle madly, covering her mouth. Juice was shaking his head, chuckling himself. "How did Clay react?" She asked finally. Tig chuckled, Juice snorted. "I learned that big men can run really fast when they're chasing someone." He said, shaking his head. "But all in good fun, he didn't kill me for it at least."
"He wanted to." Tig said, grinning.
The door opened then and the children came rushing in. Immediately they spotted Juice and Tig and leapt on them, Alessandra onto Juice's lap and Mikelo onto Tig's. Lydia chuckled as the men struggled to listen to the excited babbling of the two. Mikelo shoved his arm in Tig's face to show a line of temporary tattoos, saying he was just like his Uncles now. Tig chuckled and nodded. Alessandra was babbling to Juice about his name and how she liked it so much better than Uncle Juan.
Jacob clapped loudly startling both the children and adults into silence. Lydia's jaw locked and she scowled. "What is it, Jacob?" She growled under her breath. "What are we having for dinner, honey? And so nice of my brother to say hello." Juice carefully deposited Alessandra onto Tig's lap next to her brother. He rose slowly. Tig reached out and took his hand, giving a barely here shake of his head. Juice smiled softly at him and nodded. "Let's go outside, brother. I wanna talk about the funeral with you. Then Tig and I will go pick up something to make for dinner."
"Oh, you needn't do that, Juice. You're our guests." Lydia argued. Juice squeezed her shoulder with a smile. "We'll make a family thing out of it then. You, me, Alessandra, we can all cook together." Lydia couldn't help but smile gratefully. He opened the door and looked at Jacob. "Coming, big brother?" Jacob scowled but followed Juice.
He led the older man down the stairs and out the door, leaning against Jacob's car and lighting a cigarette. He crossed his arms in front of him, staring down his older brother. "What did we need to come outside for?" Jacob asked, crossing his arms in a mirror of Juice. The Latino took a drag from his cigarette. "Lydia is really great."
"What?" He locked gazes with Jacob. "I said that you wife is a really beautiful woman. She's kind. She's sweet. It'd be a shame if anything happened to her."
"Are you threatening me?" Juice smiled. "No. I would never touch her. I don't hit women." He stood straight. "And I'd hate to see anyone else beating up on her. Things might not go so well for them if I found out they were." Jacob's face turned into a snarl. "What shit has she been saying?"
"Nothing at all, big brother. I'm just letting you know. Lydia has made herself a real comfy place in my heart. She's treated me better than my own flesh and blood, and that means a lot to me. Just keep that in mind next time you lose your temper, okay?" He blew a mouthful of smoke into Jacob's face and dropped his cigarette onto his shiny patent leather shoes. Jacob yelped and kicked it off, turning to grab Juice, but he was already headed inside.
In the house, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Lydia's temple. "Let me know if he touches you again?" He whispered so the kids couldn't hear. She smiled, nervous, but nodded, taking his hand and kissing it. "Thank you, hermano." He shook his head. "No need to thank me. You're my family, Lydia." She smiled gratefully and hugged his arm. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Tig's mouth to wipe the worry from his face. "Nothing happened." He murmured against his lips. Tig nodded. Alessandra giggled. "Ew, cooties." Juice looked up and grinned. "I'll give you cooties!" He yelled, snatching her from Tig's lap and spinning her. He planted kisses all over her face and neck as she squealed. He set her down when Jacob walked in, scowling. "Let's go get some dinner, huh?" Juice said, squeezing Lydia's shoulder. "Of course."
"Can I come?" Alessandra asked, pouting. Juice chuckled. "That's up to your mother." She turned her pout to Lydia, who chuckled. "Yes, you can come. Mikelo? Do you want to come?"
"Only if Uncle Tig does." Mikelo said, his arms wrapped around Tig. He chuckled. "I'm coming, punk. I can't leave your Uncle Juice unattended or he gets into trouble." The children laughed and Juice blushed darkly, seeing the lusty glint in Tig's eyes.
! #$%^&*()
The grocery store was blissfully unpopulated when the three adults arrived. They gathered dinner items at a leisurely pace, enjoying the company without the stress of Jacob. The children ran ahead, corralled by Tig and Juice when they got too far off. Finally, Tig snagged Juice's hand. "Juicy, will you go get me a six pack of the beer I like? And get something for yourself." Juice nodded. "Yessir." He said instinctively, making Lydia smile. Tig pecked his mouth before he trotted off.
When he was safely out of earshot, Tig looked to Lydia. "I need your help."
"With what?"
"Juice." She scowled, gathering some cucumbers. "What do you mean?" Tig sighed, playing with the hem of his coat. "I want to ask him to marry me." She gasped, covering her mouth. "Really?" He smiled shyly and nodded. "Yeah... I didn't think I did... But... It's special with him and I... I want to make it official."
"Oh that's amazing, yes, go for it, Tig! Do you have a ring?"
"That's why I need your help... I know what he likes, but... I'm shit with picking stuff like that out. We work with our hands all the time at the garage, and we ride so much, it can't be anything bulky."
"What does he like?"
"Simple... But I don't want just a plain band... I have bands picked out for us for wedding bands, just simple silver ones... I want something more elaborate for his engagement ring."
"What colors does he like?"
"Ice blue..."
"Like your eyes." Tig chuckled, nodding. "Yeah... And dark blue, like his collar... And red." She nodded. "I know a great little jewelry store in town. It's the one I get all my jewelry at. Do you have the money now?"
"Yeah."
"We'll come up with a story to stop there after we finish shopping. Do you know his size?"
"Yeah, I know everything except what to get." She nodded again. "I can help with that. Do you have a plan on how to do it?" Tig paused and shrugged. "Not really... It's not something I've thought much about. I just made the decision yesterday morning." She laughed and nodded. "What about a dinner? Between you two? There's a couple of really nice restaurants I could get you address and numbers to... Or I could even make a dinner if you want to do it with family around." Tig chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know if I'd have the balls..."
"Well what about private? I mean, our walls aren't super thick, but if you two are quiet, I know your lifestyle is heavy with sexual things... You could do it during or after you make love to him." Tig's face reddened almost immediately. "You really are blunt, aren't you?" She laughed and shrugged. "It's who I am. Either way. Just let me know. I'll help you with the ring. Are you getting one too?"
"No, not my thing." She rolled her eyes. "Men." She glanced over. "There's your blushing bride now." She whispered.
Tig turned and smiled, his gaze immediately softening as he watched Juice approach. She nudged him. "Love suits you, Tigger." He chuckled. "Fuck off." He muttered as Juice set the alcohol in the cart. "What's up? Why're you staring at me?" He asked worriedly. Tig smirked. "Can't I fucking stare at you?" He tried to bark. Juice only grinned. "Any time you want, Sir." He purred under his breath. Tig slung his arm around Juice's shoulders and kissed his temple.
! #$%^&*()
"Why're we stopping here?" Juice asked as Lydia pulled up to a small jewelry store. "Jacob asked me to get his ring resized, he'll be pissed if I don't get it done..." She dug around in her wallet a moment. "Shoot... I don't have his size..." She looked over and grabbed Tig's hand. "You. Your fingers are just perfect... Come with me?" She smiled widely. Tig chuckled. "Okay." He got out, following her into the jewelry store.
They emerged a few minutes later, both with stupid grins on their faces. Tig had his hand stuffed deep into his pocket, and Lydia was babbling excitedly, stopping once she opened the car door. Juice raised his eyebrows. "All good?"
"Yep, will be done tomorrow." He nodded and went back to reading to the kids.
! #$%^&*()
The funeral was small, just a few friends of their mother's, and the only family she had. Juice kept his head down, a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, just in case he knew anyone at the funeral. When it had finished, Tig took his hand, kissing it. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly, wrapping his arm around Juice's shoulders. Juice nodded. "Yeah... All cried out I guess." He said softly, finally looking up. Tig smiled, seeing a damp haze just under the surface. "Come here." He whispered, and Juice broke down. He leaned into Tig's embrace, letting himself cry gently. Tig held him without judgement, watching the few others at the funeral pass by without much of a second look at the two men.
There was a tap on his shoulder, startling Tig. He turned around and felt fury rising. Mark Rabador stood behind him, a sad smile on his face. "Juan Carlos... I thought that was you... I thought you wouldn't come." Juice backed up, wiping his eyes. "Get the fuck away from me..." He whispered. Tig stepped in front of Juice immediately. "Oh, come on, Juan... Let's let bygones be bygones... It's your mother's funeral... Shall we put our past to rest as well?"
"I suggest you leave him alone, pervert." Tig snarled. Mark looked him square in the face, then smiled. "I don't mean any disrespect to you. I understand you must be his new owner. But I am his father."
"He doesn't have a father."
"But of course he does. He's about as far from an immaculate conception as he could be." Mark chuckled at his own joke. "Regardless. It's nice to see you back in New York, Juan. If you can corral your owner, I'd like to meet you for lunch. Discuss our lives, our future, perhaps." He smiled darkly and offered Tig his business card. Tig took it and ripped it up. "I said fuck off, you fucking pedophile. Get out of here before I show you what damage I can really do... You remember what I did to Trevalore." Mark's smile wavered. "Ah... Well... Good seeing you, Juan. You really have grown into a beautiful man... I bet you are an amazing slave." He smirked and turned, walking off before Tig could lunge at him.
! #$%^&*()
Lydia pulled Tig aside that evening, smiling. "Have you decided when you're going to propose? How?" Tig chuckled. "You really are eager."
"It's been incredibly difficult for me to not ruin the surprise." She admitted with a shrug. He sighed and nodded. "I'm going to propose tonight... He needs something to get his mind off today. I have something planned." She beamed. "Great. Because tonight Jacob and I are going out. He's got a big party that he simply can't miss, and he's insisted that I give the children to their friends for the night, rather than have them stay here. You should be alone until about three in the morning." Tig smiled softly. "Timing couldn't be better." She grinned. "I'm good at that."
"Have fun tonight." Juice said softly, kissing Lydia on the cheek. He gave each of the children a hug and stood up, smiling as they walked out. Tig locked the door and turned. "What do you wanna do?" Juice shrugged, his face still sunken with sadness. "I'm just gonna go to bed I think, if that's okay?"
"Not really." Tig said. "I hate that look on your face." He reached out and stroked Juice's cheek. "I want to make you smile again." Juice forced a smile that looked nearly pained. Tig sighed and pulled him into a kiss, his heart sinking a little when Juice barely kissed back. Maybe tonight wasn't the right night... He shook the thought away and reached up, hooking a finger into Juice's collar. "My Brown Eyes." He whispered against Juice's lips. "We're alone... Shouldn't I be shown some respect?" Juice slipped immediately to his knees, kissing Tig's crotch. He kept his eyes lowered, placing his hands on the back of his neck. "Look at me..." Juice looked up, his expression still sad, despite his attempts to hide it. "Strip down."
"They could be home at any time..."
"Stop arguing. They won't be home until at least two. It's only eight. Strip down and go to the bedroom. Now, Brown Eyes." Juice rose and walked to the bedroom with no further argument. Tig watched him go sadly. If his demeanor didn't improve by the end of the night, Tig knew he couldn't spring something like this on him.
Tig went into the bathroom and prepared a warm bath, bubbles and all. He peeked into the bedroom and sighed sadly when he found Juice lying on his side, nude as directed, but nearly asleep. "Pet. Come here." Juice rose and crawled to him. He stroked his head. "On your feet, babe." He took his hand when he rose and led him into the bathroom. He shut the door and pressed Juice against it, kissing him rough and needy. "Get it out of your mind." He whispered against Juice's lips. "I can't..."
"Try. I won't let this ruin you. Not when you're so happy normally. Just let me make you feel good, okay?" Juice nodded slowly. "Get in the tub." He did as instructed. Tig slipped in behind him and began to wash him slowly, starting at his neck and moving down with gentle, loving strokes of the cloth. After bathing Juice, he dug around in their bathroom bag and pulled out Juice's razor, smiling softly. Juice blushed. "You want me to shave?"
"No. I'm going to shave you. Turn around." Juice did as he was told, his cheeks mottled with a becoming red. Tig started with his head, smoothing the rough scalp around his mohawk. He worked on his chest then his underarms, smirking when Juice shivered at the touches. He moved to his groin last, smiling when he felt Juice hardening in his hand. "Someone's joining the party." He rumbled, making Juice giggle. "Can't help it..."
"Hm." He patted his side. "On your knees." Juice's jaw opened a little. "Seriously?"
"You know I like you clean shaven everywhere." He shook his head in slight disbelief but but did what he was commanded to.
When he was clean shaven, Tig washed him again, this time spending a bit more time stroking his now erect cock. Juice moaned weakly, his expression softening as he rested his head on Tig's shoulder. "Dry off and lie in bed... Face down, Juicy." Juice nodded and rose, grabbing the towel and dtrying a bit before padding into the hallway. Tig cleaned up the bathroom and followed him close to ten minutes later.
He straddled Juice's bare hips and began to rub a cinnamon scented oil on his back, grinning at Juice's shocked moan. "Didn't know you brought this stuff..." He breathed into his arms. "Always come prepared." Tig replied simply, massaging the knots on Juice's back until the Latino was completely relaxed. He grabbed their lube and began to massage his entrance, earning a grunt. "You're tight..."
"I haven't had you in me for nearly three days..." Juice breathed, arching against his hand as he slipped a finger in. "And I do my exercises every day."
"Good boy..." Tig whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the dimples above Juice's rear. He slipped a second finger in and began to stretch him, smiling a little at the moans and whimpers he heard above him.
When Juice was fully prepared, he got off him and patted his hip. "Roll over." He said. Juice listened, biting his bottom lip. His shaft was a glaring purple, the tip weeping, revealing his need. Tig leaned down and pressed a kiss to it, running his tongue through the gathered fluid. Juice sighed softly, his eyes fluttering shut. "How should I take you?"
"Any way you want, Sir..." Juice replied immediately, licking his lips. Tig grabbed his belt and quickly tied Juice's hands together above his head. "I want you to stay completely silent. Not a sound or I'll stop immediately." Juice nodded, biting his lip again. Tig began to kiss down his chest, catching his nipple rings and tugging gently with his teeth. He glanced up, smirking at Juice's expression. His mouth was gaped and his eyes were screwed shut, but he was managing to avoid any noise. Tig worked his way down the Latino's body, avoiding his cock and scrotum with a teasing breath. Juice arched his hips, hungry for any sort of stimulation, but received nothing.
When Tig finally reached his ankles, he rose and freed Juice's hands. "You can make noise again... I'm going to make love to you Juice... Not as your Owner. As your lover. Don't ask me permission... Just let me love you, okay?" Juice nodded slowly. He set his hands on Tig's shoulders as the man laid above him, spreading his thighs. Tig kissed him passionately as he slipped into him, shivering when Juice gasped and whimpered into his mouth. He pulled away and began to thrust, watching Juice's expression. Their eyes locked as Tig took him, painfully slow, each thrust deep and long. Juice's mouth was parted as he panted for breath, his tongue darting out to wet his pouty lips. Tig reached up and ran his thumb over the swollen bottom lip, smiling when Juice pressed a kiss to the pad. He ran his fingers tenderly over Juice's cheekbone and down his neck, over the scar of his bite, under Juice's arm. He rose to his hands, deepening his thrusts and hitting a different spot. Juice gasped and cried out, his legs wrapping around Tig's thin hips. "Yes..." He breathed, reaching under Tig's arms to grip his back. "Let go baby..." Tig whispered against his ear, pressing a kiss behind the sensitive lobe.
Juice gave a sobbing moan, his hips rising to meet the thrusts. He cried Tig's name repeatedly, his eyes half shut with pleasure. Tig panted against his shoulder, breathing his name over and over. He could feel Juice's fingers biting into his back, his thighs tensing around his hips. He snaked his hand under Juice's shoulders, pulling him closer as he picked up his pace, his other hand gripping the ample hip of his lover. Juice cried out, arching his back and screwing his eyes shut as his orgasm ripped through him. He screamed Tig's name, attempting to bite it back with his fist, but Tig pushed his hand away and pressed a kiss to his mouth instead. He rode Juice through the orgasm, holding the deep kiss until Juice relaxed under him. It was only then he sped up, grunting softly. He pressed his mouth to Juice's ear as he came, breathing words he never spoke during sex, "I love you..." Juice gave a sobbing moan as he was filled, holding Tig tight to his quivering body. Tig pressed another kiss to his mouth as he took himself down, only pulling away when their orgasms had both faded completely.
He held Juice's gaze for what felt like eternity to the young submissive. Finally, he pressed another kiss to his mouth and withdrew his softening shaft with a groan of protest from underneath him. He leaned over and grabbed a cloth, cleaning their bodies. "Juicy..." He whispered, turning on the lamp next to the bed. He stretched out next to him, his hand under his pillow. "Hm?" Juice grunted tiredly. Tig smiled. "Look at me, baby." Juice looked over at him, his afterglow making him look fifty times more beautiful. "You mean the world to me, Juice."
"Thank you..."
"Shut the fuck up... I mean it. You... Are the first person I've wanted to spend my fucking life with. I wanna have kids with you for fuck's sake..." Juice furrowed his brow, confused. "I just... I need you to know I'm here to stay. Forever. I want you. Forever.. This is fucking hard." He chewed his lip and pulled his hand out from under his pillow. "This isn't easy... I'm not that type of guy, normally... But... Fuck... I want you to marry me, Juice... Will you?" He opened a small box in his hand and held it out to Juice. Inside was a thick band, deep blue in color, but in certain light it was nearly rainbow in areas. It was split down the middle, held together with a pale, ocean blue stone.
Juice's face paled as his jaw dropped open. He looked from the ring to Tig and back. "Are you serious?" Tig smiled softly and nodded. "I know the collar means unity in the submissive's eyes... But I want something formal. Legally binding." Juice covered his mouth, his eyes glazing over. "Damnit, will you?" Tig repeated. Juice began to nod rapidly, reaching out and pulling Tig into a tight hug. "Of course! Of course!" He cried out. Tig smiled, pulling away enough to catch his mouth in a kiss as he hugged back. He slipped the ring on Juice's finger, relieved that it fit perfectly. "I love you..." He whispered again. Juice looked at it for a long moment before looking up at Tig. "I love you." They shared another kiss, deep and meaningful.