Disclaimer: See initial chapter.
Warnings: Same as initial chapter, forced kissing.
Strangely enough, it's not the kissing, but the odd, intimate touch when no one else is watching them, that gets to him. Now that they're out of prison things are supposed to be different. Clay's got Gemma, he's got any girl he wants. Except, that isn't quite how it is.
It's not that he doesn't like girls; it's that, what with everything going on with the sheriff and his secret, he's finding it hard to concentrate on anything else, let alone get involved with a girl. With his life, quite literally on the line, Juice can't seem to do anything other than worry.
And then, it happens and his life gets even more fucked up than it already is. First it's a brief, almost not there, squeeze, just at the base of his neck when no one else is looking. A bumping of shoulders when he's least expecting it. Fingers lightly brushing against his wrist, closing around it and then letting go, almost as if it had never happened, except it had. Just when no one else is looking.
But then Clay asks him to stay behind one day when chapel's over, and he finds it hard to think, to breathe. He tries to dismiss his fear, because, this isn't prison and Clay hasn't discovered his horrible secret, at least he prays that the president of the Sons hasn't.
Clay has Gemma now, and he's got all these girls (if and when he wants them). The only thing he can think of when Clay grabs hold of his hips and pulls him close, hot and pulsing, grinding against him like an animal in heat, is, 'This is not happening.'
When Clay's hands move to either side of his face even as he presses him back against the table, his heart starts to hammer in his chest. It's a lopsided, ungainly kind of hammering that makes him feel sick and dizzy. He tries to push away, but Clay's legs are planted on either side of his, the man's dick is hard and pressing into his thigh and Juice is trapped.
"Clay?" he doesn't mean for it to come out as a question, doesn't like how weak he sounds, nor the way it makes Clay look at him - eyes filled with lust and something primitive.
"Ghod, I've missed you," Clay says, and, though he's trying to pull away, Clay's lips are on his in a demanding kiss, his wordless protest going unheeded.
Juice pushes against Clay's chest, tries to break the kiss even as the man who's like a father to him deepens it. 'This isn't happening,' Juice thinks, 'This isn't happening, not here. Not now.'
His heart's galloping in his chest and Clay's hands are moving from his face, exploring. Juice's mind doesn't seem to have any control over how his body's responding as Clay's fingers grope and pinch and touch. The man's tongue, greedy and aggressive, bullies its way into every crevice of his mouth and Juice can't breathe.
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