Notes: I honestly can't for the life of me remember if anything ever came of Juice's weed shop, so for the sake of this story, let's just say it still exists. :)

Chapter Twelve

"So What is This Thing Laced With"

"What happened to my weed shop?"

After the scare of Chibs almost wanting to end things between them out of guilt the day before, Juice desperately wants something to ease his head. He hasn't smoked in months, since before he was put in prison, and the thought comes to him that morning about whatever happened to his supply within the shop.

Chibs glances up at him from his spot across the kitchen table. He feels bad for scaring Juice yesterday, but the guilt had built up so much that he'd spoken without really considering what he was saying. Of course he'd never end things with Juice. He had just felt so terrible from the guilt and the bad dreams that he wasn't thinking straight. Now, he shrugs at Juice's question and answers, "I don't know. I guess it's still how ye left it. Why?"

Juice shrugs, but there's a smile playing across his lips. "No reason," he answers with a grin.

"Do ye still have a key?" Chibs can see where this is going, and honestly, he's not opposed to joining Juice if the younger man wants to make a trip to the shop.

Juice reaches into his pants pocket and withdraws his keyring. The keys jingle in his hand, and he raises them in the air with a smirk. One small silver key is between his fingertips, and he nods towards it, "What do you think?" he grins, flashing Chibs his signature smile.

They make plans to go check out the shop once they've finished their late breakfast and showered. Once they're clean, they make their way out to their bikes to head into town. Juice is antsy. He's afraid someone might have broken into the building and robbed or trashed the place since it was well-known that he was locked up. It comes as a relief, however, when they pull up to the building and see everything still seems intact.

The two park their motorcycles at the curb, and Juice heads over to the door with Chibs behind him. The key slips easily into the lock and turns with a click. He grins when he pushes the door open and sees everything is just how he'd left it.

"Fuck yes," he breathes, eyes alight with happiness at the prospect of raiding his own stash. Chibs follows him inside, and they lock the door behind them, not wanting anyone to drop in unexpected.

The inside of the store is a swarm of colors and drug paraphernalia. Dark blue shag carpet covers the floor while lightly colored wood paneling covers the walls. Bright psychedelic posters hang around the room and plastic beads in various colors hang from the ceiling. The glass display cases around the room are full of different colored bongs, bowls, hookahs, and other contraptions ranging from plastic to heavy marble. On top of the cases sit rolling papers, small figurines, and informative pamphlets. Next to the cash register is a large candy dish filled not with candy, but marijuana leaf keychains. The store looks like a stoner's paradise, and Juice gazes around the room in happy wonder that everything is still there.

Chibs shakes his head with a grin as Juice bounces off and disappears into a back room behind the counter. When he returns, Juice is stuffing a bag into his pocket, wide grin lighting his face.

"Ye get what ya need?" Chibs grins at him.

"Yeah," Juice smiles back and pats his pocket happily.

They leave the shop and lock it back up behind them. One day Juice might get it up and running again, but for now, he's fine with just leaving it be.

The two return to their bikes and move to head back home when Chibs suddenly holds up his hand to stop Juice from riding off. He's still sorry for scaring Juice the day before, and he'd like to do something fun to make it up to him. They were already planning a vacation for in the future, but for now, Chibs wonders if Juice might like to get a hotel room to get them out of the house and have a change of scenery. And perhaps...no, Chibs wants to take things farther with Juice, but he knows he can't. Not until Juice is ready.

Juice turns to stare at Chibs oddly. He's anxious to get home and dip into the stash in his pocket. "What man? I'm ready to go," he snaps, voice a little more forceful than he'd meant.

"Christ lad, I just wondered if ye'd want to get a hotel?"

Juice's expression softens and once again his eyes light up happily, "Really?"

"Aye, if ye can wait long enough for us to get a room."

"Yeah," Juice grins at him, "How's come though?"

Chibs shrugs, "Eh, thought it'd be a nice change," and then he adds jokingly, "And this way my house won't have to smell like weed."

Juice raises his eyebrows at him with a grin, "Your house?"

Chibs rolls his eyes, "Ours, ye little shite."

The two make their way to a slightly larger city outside of Charming. Before reaching the hotel, they decide to make a quick stop at a liquor store and grab some beer and other drinks to take with them. Might as well have some fun, they figure, and when they reach the hotel, they're satisfied with their choice. The hotel isn't fancy, but it's a lot bigger and nicer than the typical run-of-the-mill motel the Sons usually stay in. It's three stories with a well landscaped front and large parking lot at the entrance. Inside, the lobby is large and decorated with cheap, but tasteful plants and paintings. The receptionist eyes them cautiously when they step inside, but they check-in with no problem and receive the card key to their room.

Their room is on the third floor at the end of a long hallway, and when they step inside, they're pleased to find a spacious king size bed, small living area complete with a couch, chair, and table, and large flat screen TV across from the bed. Next to the TV is a mini-fridge with a microwave sitting on top, and the two load the fridge with the beer and drinks they'd like kept cold.

Juice plops down on the bed and with a wide grin pulls the baggie out of his pocket.

"Impatient, are ye?"

Juice shoots him a glare, "After you nearly giving me a heart attack yesterday, I think I'm due for a little recreational use."

Chibs frowns at him, "I'm sorry, Juicey."

The flick of a lighter echoes in the room as Juice sets the flame against the joint he'd just rolled. "It's okay, Chibby," he says as he takes a grateful drag. "I know you were just dealing with some stuff." Juice's face breaks into a grin and he takes another hit, then stares up at Chibs. "Your turn?" he questions, holding the joint out to Chibs.

"Aye," Chibs takes a long drag, then passes it back to Juice. He feels himself ease, and he can't help but smile, "Thanks, Juicey."

They take turns with the weed, letting themselves get dopey and lightheaded, before finally stubbing it out and going to the fridge for a beer. Each take a bottle, and the cold liquid feels good against their tongue. "This was a good idea," Juice grins, motioning around him at the room.

"Aye," Chibs says again with an equally wide smile.

Several beers later, the two have a good buzz and are beginning to feel hungry when they realize they didn't bring any food. "Fuck," Juice laughs, "How could we forget the munchies?"

Chibs pulls out his phone with a laugh and waves it at Juice, "That's why delivery exists."

They order a large pizza and feel their stomachs rumble after Chibs pockets his phone. "What can we do until the food gets here?" Juice grumbles and pats his stomach. He lays back against the bed, feeling the cool embrace of the mattress. He's still smiling, and he folds his arms behind his head comfortably.

Chibs turns to stare at him and raises his eyebrows. Juice seems happily content with the room, and as he lays there, Chibs notices how the bottom of his shirt has ridden up his stomach to expose the deep cut of his abs. He can't help but stare, mind lost in fantasies of what he'd like to do to the younger man, and he licks his lips as he answers, "I can think of several things I wouldn't mind doing."

Juice can hear the desire in Chibs voice when he speaks. He raises his head to meet Chibs' gaze to find the older man staring at him hungrily, "Chibs..."

"I know, lad," Chibs sighs, forcing himself to calm himself, "Yer just so damn sexy."

Juice doesn't know what to say, and he watches as Chibs rises from his chair to grab another beer from the fridge. For a moment he considers giving in. He knows Chibs will never hurt him, and he can't deny his own desire he feels for the older man, but there's still something that holds him back. He's wondered if talking to Chibs about it would help him grow comfortable with everything, especially after Chibs finally bared his own guilt the day before about what had happened to him. If he'd just talk about Tully, about everything that happened in prison, it might make it better, but Juice is afraid of what Chibs will think if he hears it all. What if Chibs no longer wants him if he knows what all was done? Juice feels tainted, unclean from Tully's horrible touch, and he's afraid Chibs won't want something that was used and abused time and time again.

Chibs settles back into one of the chairs, beer in hand, and Juice rests his head back against his arms. Minutes pass and silence fills the room. Chibs drinks, while Juice debates pulling out the bag and rolling another joint, when finally they hear a knock at the door. Juice sits up in bed while Chibs goes over to answer. The pizza delivery boy stares at them oddly when Chibs answers the door. The smell of weed is obvious in the room, but one harsh look from Chibs silences any words the boy might have said. Chibs takes the pizza, hands the boy a generous tip, and then closes the door.

"Finally!" Juice exclaims as Chibs sets the pizza on the table.

They dig in, their stomachs rumbling again as they bring a pizza slice to their mouth. The pizza is greasy and loaded with meat and cheese and it tastes heavenly to their beer and weed muddled brains. They eat their fill, and then they're rummaging through the fridge again, this time pulling out some rum and Coke to mix. The rum and Coke tastes good after the pizza, and as their glasses empty, so do their minds. The food had dulled their buzz, but the rum brings it back and by the time Juice rolls another joint, the two are lightheaded and full of giggles.

"This was a great idea," Juice smiles, echoing his words from earlier.

xxx

Night has fallen outside and the two of them have kept a nice buzz going throughout the evening without becoming entirely drunk. At some point they'd both settled up in the bed, their backs resting comfortably against the headboard so they could watch the TV in front of them. They're both nursing a beer, letting the alcohol wear off slowly without losing the buzz entirely. There's only one humorous problem, and Juice is yet to decide what to do about it. For some reason - and he doesn't know if it's from Chibs calling him sexy earlier or purely just the alcohol's effects on him - but he's feeling incredibly horny. Chibs has been teasingly flirting with him as the night wears on, and Juice has found himself flirting back. More than once he's accidentally found himself getting a hard-on from Chibs' words, and he has to cover himself with the blanket to keep it from being obvious. He doesn't think Chibs has noticed, but if things keep going in this direction, Juice wonders how the night will end.

"Fuck, I'm horny," Juice finally grins around the mouth of his beer. He takes a drink, feeling Chibs stiffen beside him. The words had come out louder than he'd intended, but between the buzz and the insane desire building inside him, he doesn't care.

Chibs sets his beer on the nightstand beside the bed, then turns to look at Juice. It had seemed like Juice had been flirting with him, actually flirting, all night long, and when he meets Juice's eyes, it's as if Juice is silently begging him to act. Chibs feels the same desire from earlier curl within him, and before he can stop himself, he growls, "Put yer drink down."

Juice obeys, and then Chibs has covered his mouth with his own, tongues and lips fighting in a furious kiss. Chibs finds the hem of Juice's shirt and rips it over the younger man's head with a growl, pulling back just for a moment to take in Juice's muscular skin. "Fucking perfect," he groans, raking his fingers down Juice's chest before meeting his lips in another hard kiss.

Juice reaches out and slowly tugs at Chibs' own shirt. Chibs breaks the kiss and fixes Juice with a confused stare. "Take it off," Juice tells him nervously, "I want to feel your skin when you kiss me."

A low moan escapes Chibs' lips as he lets Juice remove his shirt, and then he covers Juice's body with his own, loving the feeling of their skin pressed together. Juice can feel Chibs through his jeans, and he grinds against him, eliciting another groan from the older man. "Careful, lad," Chibs moans, nipping at Juice's bottom lip. Juice only grinds against him again in reply, and Chibs reaches down, holding Juice's hips still with his hand, "I can feel ye through yer pants, Juicey, and ye feel fucking amazing."

"Fucking touch me then," Juice groans.

Chibs has to hold back from ripping Juice's clothes off then and there. A low, furious growl groans from his lips and his fingers play against the zipper of Juice's jeans. Juice arches up against his hand, and Chibs slowly pulls the zipper down. He leans in, placing a kiss on the skin above the waistline of Juice's pants, and then he begins to pull them down, trying to be gentle when all he wants to do is take the boy as hard and fast as he can. He throws the pants to the floor, and then moves to the younger man's dark black boxers, seeing the hard outline straining against the fabric. He hooks his fingers into the fabric, begins to pull when...

"Wait..."

A deep sigh falls from Chibs' lips as he lets his fingers fall from the boy's hips. He closes his eyes, counting slowly in his head as he tries to calm himself, knowing he shouldn't have let this come this far. They were only caught up in the moment. Of course Juice still isn't ready. He opens eyes, turning to meet Juice's face. "I'm sorry, Juicey. I shouldn't have let that go on."

Juice's expression is different this time though. He's not tense, and his face is flushed like he'd been enjoying every second of it. Only his eyes reveal an emotion other than desire, but even they don't seem fearful. The buzz from the alcohol and lightheadedness from the weed has left them, and all that remains in his expression is that of wanting to tell the truth.

"No, I want this," Juice tells him, "But I have to know you want it the same."

"Trust me, Juicey, I want ye very badly."

"You won't though," Juice sits up in the bed, scooting out from under Chibs. He grabs the blanket and pulls it over him as Chibs moves to sit at his side. "Not after you hear it all."

"What do ye mean, lad?"

Juice fingers the threads on the blanket nervously. He has to talk about this. There's no way he will ever be able to move past what happened to him in prison - everything Tully did to him - if he keeps it inside. He has to tell Chibs so he knows what he's getting into, even if it means Chibs will no longer want him. There's no other way. "Yesterday, you scared me because you held your guilt in and then almost let it ruin us," he begins, "Today it's my turn to talk. About prison."

Chibs feels his heart sink. He's known all along that what happened to Juice inside would have to come out eventually. He just hopes he can handle what he has to hear.

Juice meets Chibs' eyes, and this time the younger man's expression is full of sorrow. He's thinking back to memories he'd pushed aside and tried to forget, but slowly they all come forward. He takes a deep breath, then opens his mouth to begin, "It all began when I was moved into Solitary..."