Song is Get Stoned by Hinder.
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After they had finished laughing and the joint was only a smoldering fragment too small to hold, they iust sat together, their backs against the wall and her leaning against his side.
"When is your birthday?" He asks out of the blue, his hand gently rubbing up and down her back as she looks up at him.
"July 17th. Yours?" She leans over his lap to grab the water bottle from her desk.
"October 9th." His eyes are drawn to the hint of a tattoo peeking out from the edge of her shorts, high on her thigh. Without realizing what he was doing, his fingers traced the ink gently. She jumps slightly and they both blush as he retracts his hand.
"Uh that's the one I can't show you or you'll freak out again." She pulls up the edge of her shorts a bit to show him the rose pattern.
He nods, his eyes glued to her thigh as he murmurs, "How uh...how high does it go?" He follows her hand as she slowly runs her hand up her right thigh to her hipbone then a few inches over to the button of her shorts.
"All of this. It took about 7 hours to do." She stretches as she lays back, then groans hearing her phone go off. "Crap, can you hand me that?"
He hands her her phone and she frowns, answering it, "Wendy? Is something wrong?" Her eyes widen a little as she bites her lip, nodding slightly. "Alright uh give me a few minutes, don't do anything stupid."
She hangs up and stands up, grabbing her boots. Half Sack frowns as he watches her. "Where are you going?"
She sighs as she grabs her tan, fringed crossbody purse. "My brother's pregnant exwife just found him in bed with a croweater and I gotta go calm her down."
He stands up immediately, grabbing his keys. "Need a ride?"
She nods, smiling gratefully. "Yes please...I'll make it up to you, I swear."
He smiles and shakes his head. "Nah it's fine. Let's go, I should go back to the clubhouse soon."
She nods and they head downstairs, going outside and getting on his bike. She wraps her arms comfortably around him and sighs as he drives off. After a few minutes, he stops at a stop sign and hollers, "Where am I going?"
She gives him the directions to Jax's old house and he drives there quickly, parking in the driveway. Honey gets off and rushes to the door, using the key on her keyring to get in. Half Sack follows, looking around as Honey walks into the kitchen to find Wendy sobbing at the kitchen table.
She sighs and kneels beside her, pushing the older woman's unwashed, stringy hair away from her face. "Wendy...I'm sorry Jax is being an asshole to you.."
Wendy sniffles, taking a shuddering breath with her hand over her rounded stomach. "He's still my husband...I'm having our baby..."
Honey nods, gently grabbing Wendy's hand. "I know, Wen. But you know how Jax is, he can never keep it in his pants."
Wendy stays quiet for a moment befote nodding, patting Honey's hand softly. "I know...thank you for coming..." Her eyes dart from Honey to Half Sack. "W-who..."
"Half Sack, the prospect." Honey smiles at him, standing up and helping Wendy stand as she wipes her eyes. "My car is dead right now so he gave me a ride."
Wendy gives her a meaningful glance but smiles softly at Half Sack. He waves awkwardly. "Uh hi, Wendy."
Homey leads Wendy into the bedroom, rubbing her back gently. "Now don't worry about Jax, Wen. As soon as that baby is born, he's gonna want his family close. He's just a little lost right now, y'know?"
She nods as she crawls into bed, burrowing under the comforter. "Thank you, Honey. I know I'm being a pain in the ass..."
Honey shakes her head, sitting beside her. "No you aren't. I know how hard it is to get clean, plus dealing with my brother. I couldn't even fathom being pregnant on top of that. So anytime you need anything, just call okay?"
Wendy nods, curling up with her arms around her stomach. Honey kisses her forehead gently before standing up. "Half Sack and I are gonna go so you can rest." Wendy nods and Honey walks back out to the kitchen, forcing a smile at Half Sack. "Mind if I come back to the clubhouse with you? Need to talk to Jax."
He nods slowly, kind of nervous. "Uh what're you gonna do?"
"Just impart some family values onto my dear big brother. Don't worry." She kisses him gently, smiling softly. "I'll make sure they don't know you brought me, okay? It won't affect you."
He nods, resting his hands on her hips. "Be careful, okay?"
She laughs softly but nods. "I will be, but don't worry. Jax wouldn't hurt me, Clay would kill him."
Half Sack nods, still a little worried but trusting her judgement. "Alright...you ready to go?"
She nods, walking towards the door. "Yup, let's go." They walk outside and get on the bike, Half Sack groaning as a couple of the Sons go by, Tig and Chibs by the look of it. Honey kisses his shoulder as she sits behind him. "It's alright, Kip. They probably didn't even notice."
He nods and starts the engine, pulling out of the driveway and cruising towards the clubhouse, in no hurry to see Jax and Honey arguing. She rests her head against his back, her arms looped tightly around his midsection feeling his abs as she relaxes, thinking 'If I could stay on this bike with him forever, I'd be happy.'
After nearly half an hour of riding around procrastination the confronation, Half Sack gives in and pulls into the lot, parking beside Jax's bike. Honey gets off immediately and walks purposefully towards the garage where Jax was fiddling with some part of a motorcyle.
Half Sack follows behind her just in case, thinking 'I'm following her like a damn lap dog...'
Honey crosses her arms as she stands on the other side of the bike, staring stonily at her older brother. He sighs, shaking his head at her as he doesn't look up from the bike. "Don't start, Honey. This is my problem."
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. "Oh yeah? Wendy and I were friends before you stuck your dick in her, now you're treating her like shit. Sleeping around on your pregnant wife, knowing she's trying to get clean and stay out of trouble for you and her baby's sake." Her nose wrinkles in disgust as she keeps glaring at him.
Half Sack watches discreetly from the bay doorway, fiddling with some wrenches and tools on a chest. Jax glares spitefully at his baby sister. "I didn't ask her to get pregnant, did I?"
Honey slaps him hard across the cheek on impulse, her face glowing red with anger. "You asshole! She didn't ask for this shit either, and she's the one carrying your kid. How would you like it if some guy knocked me up then bailed to screw any skank who happened by? That's exactly what you're doing to Wendy."
He slowly loses the furious glint in his blue eyes running a grease stained hand through his already messy hair. "Drop it, Honey...I don't need a lecture."
Honey walks towards the doorway, still bristling in anger. "Yeah well obviously you do. Get your shit together and be a man."
Half Sack follows her as she storms across the lot to the clubhouse. She grabs a full bottle of rum from the bar and high tails it to his dorm, him on her heels. "Honey, what're you doing?"
She shrugs as she sits on the bed, opening the bottle. "Relaxing. C'mere."
She takes a long gulp from the bottle as he cautiously steps closer, locking the door as a last minute thought. "Honey, should you really be getting drunk at..." He glances at his alarm clock. "6pm? In my dorm?"
Setting the bottle in the floor by her foot, she tugs him by his hand until he's sitting beside her. "It doesn't matter. Do you want me to go?"
He looks into her dark green eyes for a long moment, contemplating the already obvious answer. "No."
She smiles softly and kisses his lips tenderly, whispering, "Neither do I. Maybe we can have some fun if we're too drunk to think."
Slowly, the bottle of rum gets emptier and emptied as they both drink from it wordlessly. As Half Sack takes the last sip, he feels her soft lips sucking gently on his neck just below his jaw.
"H-Honey?" He murmurs, his words slurring a little in surprise and drunkenness. She hums softly but doesn't reply, kissing her way down his chest uninterested in his words. Her hands slowly but deftly undo the buttons of his button up flannel shirt as he grasps the bottle so tight he could swear he heard the glass crack.
"Sh, Kip...just relax." She whispers, his shirt coming undone as she drops to her knees in front of him, her slim fingers easily undoing his belt buckle. He raises up on his elbows to watch her, his cheek flushed in worry and lust.
"Honey, we can't...You're...ohh shit.." His head falls back, eyes clenched shut in pleasure as her small, warm hand dives into his boxers, wrapping around his half hard cock. She smiles innocently as she strokes him slowly, her other hand resting on his thigh.
As he grows rock hard in her hand, she pulls his boxers down with his jeans, leaving them around his mid thigh as she slowly trails her tongue from the base of his cock up to the tip, watching his face to see his reaction.
"Oh, damn Honey..." He murmurs, his hips bucking a bit, eager to feel her hot little mouth on his entire length. She giggles, swirling her tongue around the tip.
"Patience, baby." She slowly slides it inch by inch into her mouth, remembering to breath through her nose as she focuses on doing this right. Half Sack jerks slightly in surprise and accidentally thrusts up into her mouth, making her gag and earning a louder moan from him.
He tangles one hand into her unruly dark curls and gently thrusts in and out of her mouth, watching her as she sucks him like a porn star, her hand gently massaging his one remaining ball as she bobs her head matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
Sooner than he would've liked, he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, cumming hard as he groans. "Oh god, Honey."
Honey slowly pulls away, swallowing his cum as she smiles at him. "See? Told you I was sweet." He stares at her in disbelief before shaking his head.
"I must be insane." She frowns, crawling up to lay beside him as he fixes his jeans and belt.
"Why? Was it bad?" She bites her bottom lip, feeling nervous as she smooths her hair.
He shakes his head quickly. "No, no it was amazing but...You're the club president's 16 year old daughter. Only an idiot would actually risk that shit."
She shrugs, laying her head on his chest as she yawns, the rum making her head feel heavy. "Are you an idiot then? Or just a little foolish?"
Before he can answer her riddle-like question, she's asleep. Wrapping one arm around her waist and holding her close, he sighs. His other arm folds behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling, various scenarios playing out in his head about what could happen. None of them boded well for him.
Closing his eyes, he tried to find sleep but it evaded him. Feeling Honey's soft breath against his chest made it impossible to stop thinking.
"Shit." He mumbles, the only sound in the room.