Top Harry Drabble: Harry/Juice Ortiz(Season 2 of Sons of Anarchy)

Chapter Summary: Juice already has a visitor when Jax and Bobby visit him in the hospital.

Jax pushed open the door to the hospital room, hearing voices through it, and coming to a stop at the sight in front of him. Bobby stopped too, his eyes widening minutely. They had both expected Juice to be alone but he was not. There was a guy in the bed, sitting scrunched up next to Juice, sitting on top of the covers, whereas Juice's legs were underneath the hospital sheet.

Bright green eyes, messy black hair and an unusual looking scar on his forehead certainly painted a vibrant picture, just as much as the lack of personal space between the two men. Jax could swear there was an arm around Juice's waist, curling into a bit of bare skin in a possessive hold. The way that Juice seemed to lean into the other man showed just how comfortable they were with each other.

"...Yeah, but there aren't any demons. That bit's fictional."

"So you say. That hack job though… I do more and please, that's like kindergarten hacking."

"That your professional opinion?"

"Oh, hell yes it is. I do more for the club than… that. That's handwavey bullshit."

"Yeah. I'll… take your word for it."

"Jax! Bobby!"

The unfamiliar guy slowly withdrew from Juice's side at their entrance, his eyes flicking to Jax before falling on Juice again. "I'll just wait outside, alright?"

Juice nodded, his eyes brightening at the sight of Jax and Bobby. "Wait up?"

"Sure. You and your Supernatural bingeing," the guy murmured, amusement in his eyes as he swung his legs off the side of the bed.

"It's either this or a nature documentary, Harry," Juice complained, shuddering and looking up into the guy's green eyes. "I don't want to see lions eat baby zebras, okay?"

Harry snorted and stood up, his dark green t-shirt curling around his chest, jeans hugging his hips. Jax could even see a hint of a tattoo on the guy's arm and his eyes narrowed, even as whoever this guy was met his eyes. There was a stick sitting right behind the guy's left ear, like a pen would;it was gnarly and old looking, dotted with a few knots in the wood. "Oh and demonic children don't scare you?"

"They totally do. They just rank lower on the scale than nature documentaries," Juice explained, shrugging in thought. Harry stayed silent at that for a moment before turning to look back at Jax and Bobby.

"I'm keeping him from going stir crazy," the man remarked, his eyes sparking with mischief.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jax questioned, giving the guy a slow look over, crooking an eyebrow at Juice.

"Oh, guys, this is Harry. He's a friend," Juice introduced, gesturing to the man and grinning. "Harry, this is Jax and Bobby, two of my brothers."

"Nice to meet you," Harry offered, dipping his head in a nod Jax's way. "I assume you're here for club business."

"We are," Jax stated, crossing his arms and staring at the man, frowning. "You from another club?"

Harry shrugged and tilted his head, looking at Jax with curious intent in his eyes. "No. Juice here wants me to move to Charming though and I just dropped by to keep him company. And to say that I found some employment in that delightful town that you keep talking about, Juice."

"Oooh, who'd you have to pay off?" Juice questioned, smiling widely now, not even caring that Jax and Bobby were in the room with them.

Harry laughed and flicked Juice's shoulder. "Babe, that's not how it works. At least not with me."

"I know that. But didn't they say…" Juice trailed off. "You got someone to sign off on it."

"Friends in the right places. Besides… saving the world helps, I suppose," Harry said, his lips curling into a bemused grin. "I get my choice in jobs."

"Course it does. Thank you for that."

Harry huffed out a quiet laugh and Juice laughed too, his eyes lighting up. "I'll just be outside, alright?"

"Any news on when I'm getting out?" Juice asked, his eyes tightening.

"You were stabbed."

Juice stared at Harry, blinking at the guy expectantly. "You have a magic cock though."

Harry blinked, opened his mouth, closed it, and then broke out into loud laughter, his cheeks reddening faintly. "Juice!"

"Thanks for that," Bobby muttered, shaking his head.

"The doc says I still have blood in my stool too," Juice added. "How are you guys doing? I missed you. I heard about Cara Cara."

"And on that note…" Harry trailed off, walking around the bed and stopping in front of Jax, turning back to look at Juice again after a moment. "Stop watching Supernatural!"

"The angel and the hunter are gay for each other! I can't believe the writers don't see it!"

Harry snorted, his eyes lit with fond amusement. "Then the writers are dumb."

"That's what I keep saying!" Juice muttered, shaking his head in disbelief and throwing his hands up.

Harry turned back around, looking Jax over. There was something in his eyes that Jax couldn't decipher, some emotion that was unfamiliar to him. Maybe it was muted curiosity as Harry's eyes paused pointedly on the shape of the gun beneath his kutte. "Teller. I suspect we'll see a lot more of each other when I move to Charming."

"That a threat?" Jax questioned, taking in the posture of the man, seeing the way his shoulders were loose, his feet were covered in comfortable looking boots that were firmly on the ground. There was not a hint of fear in the man's eyes as he looked Jax straight in the eye.

"Nope. I'm not law enforcement," Harry remarked, his eyes darkening at a memory before lighting up. He ran a hand through his messy hair and then tucked his hands into his pockets again. That stick though… had moved and was no longer behind Harry's ear. Jax frowned in confusion as he looked the guy over and finally spotted it in one of the pockets. He could swear that he hadn't seen Harry pick it up and move it before shrugging the thoughts off. "You think Juice and I would be friends if I was law enforcement? Nah, I'm… Well, I'll tell you later."

"Alright," Juice asked, raising his voice a little.

"Gentlemen." Harry dipped his head in a nod, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I'll leave you three to discuss club business then."

Jax watched him go, casually walking past him and Bobby, his shoulders loose and his gait easy. Most people shied away from him or from any member of the club as they walked past but not this guy. Harry closed the door behind him and Jax saw the guy walk over to sit down on a bench, pull out a book and pick up right in the middle of it. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, by JRR Tolkien.

"I bought that coffee shop right next to the barber shop," Harry said as he walked back in several minutes later.

"You make the best coffee. I'm sure our town won't know what hit it," Juice said, as Harry stepped back into his room after Jax and Bobby left. He shuffled back over on the bed only to stop at Harry's gesture, seeing the man hold his hand up. "What?"

Sharp amusement flickered in the man's eyes followed closely by heat made Juice inhale, a sound leaving his throat. "You said I had a magic cock. Wanna fuck?"

Arousal hit Juice hard, making him gasp, his heart skipping several beats. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Fuck yeah."

Harry's smile edged into a hot smirk as he climbed up onto the hospital bed, pausing between Juice's legs to shed his shirt. He shucked his shoes off, pushing his jeans down, to bare his cock, large and thick with arousal already. Juice reached out, his mouth going dry in seconds, wanting to touch that bare skin, taking in the sight of the green mark right over Harry's heart, the one that the second killing curse had left and traced his fingers over it. It wasn't raised skin but smooth, almost like a tattoo, but he knew it wasn't. Harry slid up and over him, meeting his eyes, and leaned down to press a kiss to his mouth, swallowing up a moan.

Juice moved on the bed, reaching down to shove the hospital sheet off of him hurriedly. Heat danced through him as one of Harry's hands moved down, curling around his hand to hold him in place while energy drifted through the room. Harry's magic made the machines in the room go haywire, alarms sounding out for no reason, then Harry swore under his breath, flicking a finger. The health monitors went silent at that and Juice laughed, seeing familiar irritation in those green eyes.

"I already know your heart's racing," Harry offered, smiling faintly down at him. "Don't need machines to tell me that."

Juice flushed and turned his face away.

"Here, I've got it," Harry murmured, heated amusement in his voice as Juice struggled with it. The hospital sheet rose and then was thrown back, landing somewhere on the floor with a quiet thump. "Gonna have to keep you quiet."

"Ah hell no. I'm not gonna-" Juice groaned, loud and long, as Harry seemed to slide over him, his other hand reaching down to curl around his cock. "Fuck. Fuck."

Harry snorted as he trailed a line of kisses down his throat, sucking bruises into his skin, leaving little explosions of heat as he went. Juice shivered and bucked up into Harry's fingers, his own cock already halfway hard. It'd been a while since anyone had touched him and had touched him with pleasure in mind. Or he supposed it'd been a while since anyone who knew him, who knew where to touch him and… he whined high in his throat as Harry tugged his cock, twisting his fingers in such a way that sent him arching off the bed.

"You think…" Harry trailed off, as he slipped his fingers underneath the hospital gown, stroking teasingly heated circles into Juice's skin. "Think you can keep quiet?"

Juice shivered and they both heard the bed groan underneath them. "Can't you just… spell the room… fuck… quiet?"

Harry snorted and shoved the gown further up, twisting his fingers over a nipple, tugging slightly and setting his nerves alight. Juice opened his mouth to say something else only to let out a strangled groan as Harry thrust down against him, rubbing his bare cock against Juice's. "You keep fucking distracting me though, Juice. The noises you…"

"Thought you said…" Juice stopped and breathed out on a whimper as Harry pushed his thighs up, bending his legs, and just looked at him. His heart stuttered and then jump started, like a motorcycle going from 0 to 60 in seconds. Having Harry look at him like this...

"You're beautiful," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to his left knee and meeting his eyes.

Juice met those green eyes and arched up into that body, pressing a sloppy kiss to Harry's chin, to his mouth. Harry groaned and pressed into him both with his mouth and slipped a finger down, thumbing over his ass. Juice slipped his arms around Harry's back, digging his nails into that warm skin, and pulled him closer, not even minding the slight stretch of pain that radiated from his hip.

Harry looked at him, tilted his head a little bit, his eyes narrowing even with his pupils blown, and smoothed his other hand over Juice's hip, a glow flickering through those green eyes. Juice shivered as power stretched and curled around him, as Harry slipped a finger into him, curling into him like his magic did. His very skin tingled and shivered as everything Harry was surrounded him, invaded him in a totally familiar way. Echoes of remembered pleasure filled his mind, brushed against his skin, lighting his body up, his nerves.

"Fuck," Juice muttered, swearing as pleasure overrode anything else, as heat danced through him. "I need more. Please."

"Needy little thing, aren't you?" Harry asked, his voice hoarse, those black pupils edging out any green. "Don't even have a toy here either."

Juice groaned and bucked down into that finger even as he felt Harry slip another finger into him. His boyfriend grinned down at him, trailing a fingernail over his stomach, up his chest, following it up with his tongue, leaving a hot line of pleasure, of goosebumps over his skin. "Just gotta open you up with my fingers, don't I?"

Juice arched up as Harry smirked up at him, as he licked and sucked a nipple, scraping his teeth over it, and sending heat jolting through him. Pleasure edged and sparked, sweat dripped down his forehead, and he moaned, arching into that mouth. The bed groaned underneath them as Harry hooked his fingers further into him, pressing the pad of one against his prostate and lighting him up.

Sounds left his throat as he squirmed on the mattress, his cock dripping pre-come, Harry's fingers pulling out, leaving him clenching around nothing. "Please. Just…"

"I got you," Harry whispered, curling his fingers into Juice's hips and sliding in, his cock hitting that one spot that sent Juice nearly over the edge. "Shhh, babe. Not yet, Juice. Not...fuck, you're tight."

Juice whimpered and sank deeper onto Harry's cock, trying to take him deeper, as Harry slowly but surely fucked into him.

Harry groaned as he pushed in, feeling Juice clench around him, that tight wet heat all surrounding him. Juice's eyes were closed tightly, fingers curling into the sheet underneath them both, and Harry sucked in a breath, his heart racing, pleasure growing. He slipped his hands down and curled his fingers into Juice's, untangling them from the sheet, and bringing one of them up to kiss. Juice whined and opened his eyes, arousal blown pupils, kiss bruised lips, a light fuzz of hair on his scalp, thinly covering those tribal tattoos of his, and he looked gorgeous.

He felt sweat drip down his back but it didn't take away from the man beneath him. Juice stared up at him, opening his mouth and then closing it, letting out a heated moan as Harry pulled out, shoving back in a moment later.

"You want to come for me now?" Harry asked, hearing how hoarse his voice sounded, distantly aware of his magic stopping people from coming in, covering the whole room in soundproofing. Keeping Juice's noises inside, all to himself.

Juice whined and arched into him as Harry reached down to stroke his cock, gathering up the pre-come and spreading it sloppily, jacking him off in time with his thrusts. Juice yelled out, his body looking like he had just touched an electric wire, pleasure running roughshod through that lithe body. Juice's muscles tightened around him, bringing him over the edge at the same time even as he watched as Juice's toes curled, his body shuddering.

Harry grinned faintly even as he stroked over heated skin, gentling Juice through his release. "Juan Carlos, I could keep you, I think."

Juice shivered at his voice and opened his eyes, blinking languidly up at him, his smile wide and bright. "You'd… be the first male Old Lady. Or Old Gentleman… Or something."

Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to Juice's forehead. "Or something. Don't think too hard about that. You want me to stay?"

"Yeah."

Harry slipped out of Juice and rolled over, snaking an arm around the man and pulling him over, leaving no space between them. "For sex in a hospital room, it wasn't that bad."

"Yeah. Wasn't exactly on my bucket list," Juice muttered, burrowing into him.

"Was getting stabbed in prison on your bucket list?" Harry questioned, meeting his eyes easily. "Shall I idly visit the police department and courthouse in Lodi?"

"We got retaliation for that," Juice answered, his voice slurring, his eyes drooping closed. "And you don't have to. We'll do the time if it comes to that."

Harry scowled but sighed at Juice's look. "Sometimes I think you're too loyal for your own good."

"Hey, that's like the pot calling the kettle black," Juice argued, poking his chest as he slid onto Harry's stomach.

"Oooh." Harry deflated as Juice moved around but didn't push him off, enjoying all that heat, and curled his arms around his boyfriend. "Are the kids still using that phrase?"

"Only the cool ones," Juice offered, shaking his head, smiling through the words.

"Fine. Fine! Sweetheart, you know the offer I made you when you were a prospect in the club," Harry started, after a few minutes of companionable silence. He was half sure Juice had fallen asleep, his breathing evening out, that brain of his fucked silent, but the shiver that ran through Juice proved him wrong. He smirked a little, knowing that calling him sweetheart made shudder.

Juice reached up a sleepy hand and patted his hair, messing it up even more. Harry huffed out a quiet laugh.

"Don't know anyone in England though," Juice said, nosing against Harry's bare chest, making him shiver. "And it'd be like leaving family here. Jax and Opie and Chibs and Gemma and…"

"I've got you. That's not gonna change."

A few days later and Juice looked at the various club members around the table, the reaper staring out at them. Clay sat at the head of the table like always, with Jax sitting to his left and Tig to his right. Opie, Chibs, Piney, Bobby sat spread around the table, talking idly, before Clay hit the gavel down.

"We need to figure out who paid our bail," Clay remarked, starting out church with quiet words. "It's no one in town and Unser doesn't know anything."

"Juice, what have you got?" Jax questioned, peering over at him without even looking at Clay. The bruises that they had given to each other in jail were still visible, red reminders to anyone that Clay and Jax were at each other's throats, had been at each other's throats. Bobby looked between the two men uncomfortably before looking to Juice. "Anything?"

Everyone turned their heads and peered at Juice, who shrugged and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Nothing at the moment. I'll look deeper. See if I can dig anything up from Stockton."

"You sure? Whoever paid it was anonymous," Tig said, his eyes narrowing before he looked at Jax. "We don't know who paid it. We need to come out on top of whatever this is."

Harry's green eyes flashed in Juice's mind and he sighed. "I'm sure. I've got a lead to follow and I'm following it."

"Anyway… who wants to introduce themselves to the newest owner of that coffee shop down the way?" Clay asked, waving his hand towards the main street of Charming. "Make sure they know who to call."

"I'll do it," Jax said, turning to look at Opie. "You want to come?"

Opie nodded. "Sure."