A/N: Borrowed some lines from the show.
A/N- In this chapter Tully hasn't touched Juice in any way.
"Hey! I need to speak to you, now!" He roars.
A new juice maybe? A harder juice with a pep in his step? Please let it be so? One look at his right hand man, his gang disappear in a puff of Nazi smoke. He stares ahead at the Latino group at the other table. He hadn't fucked any of them. He wasn't into greasers, well until juice. He played with the gum in his mouth, pretending be calm, pretending that he hadn't been dreaming about him this past week. He hadn't played it this cool since high school.
Tully, what the fuck was this guy turning you into?
He twirls his pasta with a plastic fork about to make a joke about putting his bitch on a diet, until he catches a glimpse of his face. His sucks in his breath sharply, like he's been punched. The damage hit him like several jabs to the gut. Relax Tully, don't show super spic that you care...somewhat. "What the fuck is all that?" Tully asks, waving his hand around his face.
"Warning about Lin"
"Oh, I guess that warning can be rescinded"
"What?"
"Jax took back the hit. Lin stay's alive" He smirks when he sees him panic.
"What! That...that can't be possible!"
"Baby..."
"Fuck you!" He rushed out of the dining hall, and Tully confused chased him back to his cell. All he has to do is click his fingers and the guards are out of there. The Nazi sits on the bed, watching the younger man pace up and down. Holding the back of his neck with his hands.
"You want a massage hot stuff?" He jokes.
"No I...I wanna fucking second chance! How the fuck am I gonna prove myself to Jax! To the club! SHIT! Oh god, Oh fuck!" He crumples to the floor, and begins to shake, with panther like speed, Tully kneels off the bed and wraps his right arm around him and pulls him onto the bed. With the ease of an experienced lifeguard pulling a victim out of the sea. He opens his legs to make space. Luckily Juice was too upset to notice the erection. "Relax wetback, you're just having a little panic attack"
"This is BULLSHIT! GET ME THAT HIT!" Juice yells.
"I'm gonna get you a ketamine dart in your ass if don't hush up" Tully warns nudging him with his forehead. He stares at the numbers burned into his scalp and wonders what they mean. He wraps him in a bear hug as he feels the SAMCRO member begin to sob.
"I've got you"
"I guess I have to thank you with my ass?" Juice asks, shifting himself further away.
"Oh? What kind of Nazi do you take me for sweetcheeks? I date my tricks first. With Fiske's help I'll wine and dine you. But not like this. You can't look at me, if you're looking over your shoulder"
"Wine and dine?" Juice asks with a shudder.
"You don't think I can seduce you, juicy-baby?" He smirks getting up.
"Don't call me that. Only Chibs calls me that!"
"I'll talk to Jax. Tell him how much your face brightens up my day. For now it's solitary. Try to be a good boy, you'll reward pumped full of magic" Tully said as some prisoners come in. He leaves and goes back to the dining table. Talking to the leather president again had never been the plan, until now. Saving Juice had never been part of the deal, until now...