I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters therein.
WARNING: SLASH AND (SOFT) SMUT. Meaning male/male sexual relations. Ye have been warned.
Juice really should be worried that another man's tongue was in his mouth. He really, really should.
But fuck it, it kind of felt too good for him to care.
It was nothing like kissing a woman, yet it was. Kissing was kissing, but this was rougher, harder than he'd kissed a woman, more teeth and tongue. He didn't have to worry about being gentle; he got as good as he gave.
And fuck, he gave good. But really, he should be freaking out. Right about now. Or now. Maybe.
But his head was just a little bit clouded from alcohol and the fact that fuck, this felt really, really good. And he was surprised at himself a bit when he found a thrill shooting up his spine as he was pushed against the door to one of the rooms in the clubhouse. He didn't think he'd enjoy that—actually having someone force him against something and pin his wrists by his side as he craned his neck to lick at every inch of the other guy's mouth he could.
He didn't think he'd like it, but shit wow.
His mind more or less short circuited when he felt the other man grind his crotch against Juice's. Juice tore his mouth away from the other man's, gasping and his back arching. The other man buried his face in Juice's neck, and his hair rubbed against Juice's face as he rocked against Juice.
"Shit, shit, oh god, fuck, Chibs—" he gasped, cutting off with a strangled groan. He pulled his wrists against Chibs' grip wanting to touch, needing to touch.
Chibs let go and Juice tangled his hands in Chibs' short hair, tugging his head up so he could reach his mouth, biting and licking his way in. They both stumbled as Juice pushed Chibs back, Chibs' knees buckling as they hit the edge of the bed and sending them both tumbling on to it.
Juice climbed up Chibs as quickly as he could, straddling the other man's waist, and grinding down as he moaned. He felt Chibs' hand find his way into the back pocket of his jeans, squeezing and making Juice buck down harder.
"Fuck, yehs. C'mon Juiceh, shet." Chibs groaned into his mouth.
Juice nodded quickly, pulling his t-shirt off quickly—they'd already both lost their kuttes and jackets after they'd stumbled through the door—and throwing it as he tried to remove Chibs'. Juice was a bit distracted though, since Chibs wasn't really helping at all, instead deciding he'd rather tongue every bit of Juice's chest and abdomen instead of getting naked.
Juice was a bit startled at how much he really, really wanted to get Chibs naked.
He pulled at Chibs' shirt desperately to no avail since Chibs wouldn't budge. Juice gave up quickly, groaning and rutting against Chibs as much as he could when the other man bit Juice's shoulder. Juice splayed his hands on the other man's back, tilting his head as Chibs moved up to his neck, giving him more room.
Shit, fuck it, Juice really shouldn't be enjoying this as much as he was but oh god.
"More," Juice moaned, pulling at Chibs' hair insistently and pushing him back onto the bed.
Finally he got Chibs' shirt off, but had no time to enjoy the view—and he really, really should be concerned about how much he enjoyed it—when Chibs' hands tightened on Juice's hips, and suddenly Juice found himself blinking up at the other man, who grinned down at him from where he'd flipped them over.
Juice frowned, but rolled his eyes and turned his attention to Chibs' neck, the crook where his neck met the shoulder—and judging by the sounds coming from Chibs' mouth, he seemed to really enjoy that—and especially the dip in his collarbone. Juice really liked that spot.
What Juice liked even more though was when Chibs groaned and fumbled with the button on Juice's jeans. And he really liked when the other man slid his hand past his boxers to wrap around his dick. Chibs moaned, so Juice guessed he must've liked it too.
Juice gasped, squirming as Chibs moved his hand up and down, pushing his hips into Chibs' hand but no, fuck, this wasn't right. It felt so, so good, but no he needed more, shit Chibs come on.
He told Chibs as much and the other man removed his hand—to Juice's displeasure, but he asked for it—to pull down Juice's jeans and boxers, leaving him completely naked underneath a half-naked Chibs, and Juice once again found this situation a bit too enjoyable.
Chibs seemed to enjoy it just as much, since he kind of forget he was supposed to be getting naked too, because he ran his hands up Juice's thighs, fingers digging in to the skin, and around to Juice's ass, pulling him closer as he ground down into Juice's very hard dick with his own denim clothed one.
Juice felt his toes actually fucking curl—and shit why had they not done this sooner?—as he fought to breathe, rocking up into Chibs as he rocked down.
"Hey, hey, c'mon, naked remember?" Juice asked breathlessly, trying to get Chibs to get naked because he really, really wanted Chibs to be naked soon, and if he wasn't then Juice was going to come and that was not good.
Chibs wasn't listening very well though, still pushing his crotch against Juice's and panting into Juice's neck, his brogue thick and just as breathless as Juice and fuck if that didn't drive Juice up the wall just a little bit. So Juice took matters into his own hands even though he was a bit distracted and Chibs was making it really fucking hard to concentrate when he did that with his hips. He tried to unbutton Chibs' jeans, letting out a small exhalation of victory into Chibs' mouth when he achieved his goal.
Juice forgot that he was supposed to be getting Chibs naked for a moment and found himself curious and reached in to curl his fingers around Chibs, which made the other man gasp, then let out a choked groan.
Even though Juice was so fucking close to coming his brains out, he felt a thrill at Chibs' reaction and pumped the other man slowly with one hand, reaching out to grip Chibs' hips with the other hand.
"Shet, shet, shet," Chibs repeated, breath hot in Juice's ear, and as enjoyable as it was for the both of them—and another thing Juice should be worried about, he really shouldn't like jacking off another guy so much—Juice decided he really needed to return to his first goal in getting both of them naked as quickly as possible.
So he removed his hand, ignoring Chibs' whine—holy shit, holy shit, he actually made the guy whine, and that was way hotter than it should've been—and tried to pull down his jeans and boxers quickly, because if Chibs' bare chest felt this fucking amazing then how good would the rest feel?
Juice succeeded and Chibs was finally naked and Juice didn't even get a chance to peek at Chibs' dick before Chibs was once again pushing him into the bed and grinding down and holy fuck yes that felt really, really damn good.
"Oh, oh fuck. Oh god, yes," he moaned and was pretty much feeling too good to feel embarrassed. He arched his back and pushed back quickly and hard, leaving them both panting and gasping and slick with sweat and Juice was way too close.
Juice lifted his legs to wrap around Chibs and flipped them back over. Chibs made a sound of complaint that he quickly swallowed by covering his mouth with his and sliding his tongue past his lips and between his teeth even as he straddled him again and ground down, rolling his hips in a way he didn't even realize he could.
Chibs' hips jerked up to meet his and Juice felt his head fall back as he let out a groan, which only became louder when Chibs started sucking on his neck, biting softly.
Juice's hips rolled faster as he tried to grind down harder, putting a hand on Chibs' hip and another on the bed to balance himself, and Chibs' hips moved frantically, both of them losing their rhythm somewhat at the feel of their dicks pushing together and Juice really, really was going to come really soon.
Juice felt his stomach and balls tighten and his vision blur as he gasped, back arching as he came for what seemed like forever, his heart beating ridiculously fast. He opened his eyes as he was flipped back over, back once again hitting the bed as Chibs continued to grind against him, groaning and hair falling in his face.
Juice, still feeling languid, reached up to slide his mouth along Chibs' exposed neck, wrapping his arms around his back and sliding his hands down to cup the other man's surprisingly firm ass. Chibs groaned and moved faster, hips moving jerkily as he angled his head so his mouth would slide across Juice's. Juice ran his tongue along the back of his teeth, and pulling back slightly, pulled his lip in between his teeth as he used the hands on Chibs' ass for leverage to pull him tighter against him.
Chibs' moaned, lowering his head to the crook of Juice's neck as he shook, and Juice felt his come on his stomach mixing with Juice's own and didn't find it nearly as disgusting as he should have. He held Chibs there until he stopped shaking and his breathing steadied somewhat.
After a moment, Chibs rolled off of him—even though Juice kind of liked his weight settled on top of him like that—and they both laid on their backs, sideways on the bed and staring at the ceiling as they tried to catch their breath.
Now that Juice's mind wasn't distracted with the need to come and was able to think a bit more clearly than before, he began to freak out a bit. Just a little.
Considering he was laying naked next to a guy—who was naked—who he had known for years—who was a guy—who he had just gotten off with—whilst naked—who was almost ten years older than him—who was a guy and it was Chibs—and the fact that he was a little too comfortable with all of that, maybe gave him the right to freak out slightly.
"Juice," Juice looked over, startled at the sound of his name. Chibs was frowning at him, looking both amused and exasperated. "Quit you're worrying."
Juice scowled. "I was not—"
"Yes you were," Chibs replied with certainty. Chibs sat up, leaving Juice to stare at his naked back and feeling uncertain. Chibs pulled back the blankets on the bed, sliding under them and scooting to the other side of the bed. He raised an eyebrow. "You coming up here or am I gonna have to drag you?"
Juice frowned through the lightness that accompanied those words and climbed up, grumbling. "Bossy," he said, sliding under the sheets. He felt Chibs wrap an arm around his shoulders, urging him forward until they both lay on their sides facing each other with Juice's face buried in Chibs' neck.
"You know," Chibs said after a long moment, voice slurring slightly with sleep. "This really should be weirder than it is."
Juice gave a tired laugh, throwing a leg over Chibs' and his eyes sliding closed. "I know exactly what you mean."
So uhm… If this was completely awkward to read, please tell me. This was pretty much the first time I had ever written anything sexual, and my very first time writing smut (even as soft-core as it is).
So yes. Hypothetically, I've popped my fanfiction cherry. Gah.