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: Yes - Male/Male

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

I'm still having a bit of trouble with Word at the moment, so if there are more Spelling and Grammar mistakes than usual, forgive me.

A/N: Sorry in advance for this very short chapter.

It was late, Tig was still playing bodyguard to Gemma at her place, waiting for Clay to get back. He sat at the large dining table, slouched low in his seat while Gemma busied herself in the kitchen. Finally she strolled to the table and placed a mug of coffee in front of the man, and leant down to press a kiss to his cheek, a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm heading to bed, you know where everything is."

Tig looked up at her with a small smile. "Yeah, thanks. Night Gem."

"Night Tiggy." she turned her back and headed for the back of the house, only to pause a few feet away and look back at him. "Call him, tonight. Don't let it go on too long Tiggy." she smiled reassuringly.

Tig returned the smile nervously, giving her a nod. "Okay."

Then she was leaving him alone.

Tig sat with in hand on the coffee mug and the other resting on his thigh as he stared into the black liquid. It took him a few minutes to make up his mind and pull out his phone. Now probably wasn't the best time, Clay could be back any minute, but Gemma was right, he couldn't leave it any longer. They had to talk about what was going on. Swallowing hard, he hit speed dial and waited. Unsurprisingly Kozik answered after the first ring, his voice anxious and rough. Tig could tell he hadn't slept properly, that that realisation made his stomach cramp.

"Tiggy?" he asked breathless, although he knew it was Tig.

"Obviously." Tig replied quietly, shifting in his seat to lean on the table. Running one hand through his hair and closing his eyes. "So I guess…." he inhaled a sharp breath before continuing. "We're never having this conversation again. You hear me. This is it, so don't expect us to start sharing when you get back." He heard Kozik open his mouth to speak, and jumped in before he could say anything. "I was jealous alright. I know it's fucking stupid and out of line of me, but I don't want you fucking that woman, I don't want you anywhere near her…" he sucked in another breath, pushing himself out of the chair and strolling over to the window. "I know there are rules, and it's not like I'm your…..but I don't like it alright!" Tig snapped; his fingers tightening around the phone. "In fact I fucking hate it. I hate knowing that you fucked someone else. Cause I didn't fuck anyone, I haven't fucked anyone else since you came back." he almost choked on the revelation. He hadn't even thought about it. Sure there'd been the blowjob and hand jobs but nothing else. From the moment Kozik was back in his life he's lost interest in fucking others. Even while in prison.

"Tig?" Kozik whispered down the line.

Tig remained silent for a few more minutes, his head spinning.

"Tig?"

"So, that's why I've been a little of."

Kozik sucked in a breath and Tig heard him gearing up to speak and his heart began to race.

"And what you said, even though I know it was just you kidding around, it throw me, and alright it might have just freaked me the fuck out because we're guy and that shits for chicks, but I think the reason it freaked me out was because…." he paused, his thundering heart stealing his breath for a few moments. He expected Kozik to jump in and fill the silence but all he heard was the man's breathe travelling down the like. He almost thought he could feel it against his ear.

And a few moments, when he was able to drag just enough air into his lungs, he finished what he was saying. "Because I…kinda…you know. The same." he grumbled, barely whispering the final words.

There was utter silence and his stomach began to crap. In a desperate need to distract himself he began pacing the room, the phone glued to his head as his eyes scanned the walls and floors. He half expected Kozik to hang up, but he knew he wouldn't. He wasn't an idiot; he knew how the man felt about it. Kozik was just in shock, unsurprisingly. So he just waited.

"What have you taken?" Kozik finally asked; his voice harsh and rough, and disbelieving.

Tig pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nothing. I'm a hundred per cent clean and sober. - I just….we needed to have this out before….well, before I fucked it all up."

More silence followed.

"So you actually…." Kozik didn't finish the sentence; he'd know Tig long enough to know that saying the word would have him running for the hills. And he didn't really need to hear them, not really. Because, well just knowing was enough. "…I'm sorry. About Be...about what happened. I hadn't been thinking. It won't happen again. I swear."

Tig's breath caught in his throat. "I don't…." he started to tell him he just didn't want his sleeping with his ex, but he realised he didn't want him sleeping with anyone. Now that that flood gate had been opened. "It's cool. We'll just forget it happened. - Unless you've decided…."

"Don't even!" Kozik snapped. "I came back to Charming for a reason, and it wasn't to get away from Beth. - It was to be close to you. So no I haven't decided to get back with her. - And it's so not cool, but I can't change it so I really do hope we can forget about it. Cause I swear it didn't mean anything."

Tig was silence for a long moment, trying to get his mind to focus on one thing at a time despite it being filled to the brim with new information. In finally inhaled deeply, held his breath for a few seconds before letting it go. "It's forgotten." he murmured, turning and heading for his coffee. He lowered himself into the chair and felt his whole body relax. "So…." he took a sip of his cold coffee. "….how's everything in Tacoma?"

"Boring." Kozik replied easily, like they hadn't just been having 'That' talk. "The sooner that shipment comes in and I can get back there the better. I'm going stir crazy here on my own."

"Trust me, your better off up there."

"Yeah. You want to fill me in."

Tig spent the next twenty minutes filling Kozik in on the drug war they'd been pulled into, the club being shot up, the severed heads and Chuckie's incident with the chilli. - Which Gemma had told him earlier that evening. - until he heard the lock in the door. He turned to glance over his shoulder as Clay strolled in looking wary and broken.

"Got to go. Call you later."

"Alright. Later."

Tig hung up the phone and got to his feet, meeting Clay half way from the door. "You okay."

Clay stared at him for a few moments, his jaw clenched tight before giving him a harsh nod and brushing past him. "You can head home. See you at nine at the club."

Tig stared after him for a few, then ripped his cut off the back of the chair and headed for the door, not even bothering to call back a goodnight.

A/N: Just to clarify (because I just screwed up) Tig's ex-wife Bethany is not the same woman Kozik was dating. (I just forgot that I'd already used the name. My bad. Lol) Thanks for the reviews, I love you guys. Hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing despite it's shortness.