HAPPY/JUICE

"Why do we have to do this? The guy's a creep!" whispered Juice.

"Prez told us to do it and so we do it."

Juice sighed at Happy's short statement as he slumped down into the flea-bitten sofa in their motel room. Juice and Happy were stationed in a dingy motel with Stuart Carney, a sleazeball on all accounts, who was being protected by the sons until the next day when an important deal was going to go down. To put it simply Juice did not like the man or the way he looked at him. Happy did not seem bothered by Carney's behavior, but then again the Tacoma Killer was not bothered by much. Sometimes Juice wished he could be as cool and collected, but it was quite a lot to ask for and highly unlikely to ever happen.

"Well princess, why don't you get me a beer," said Carney as he eyes Juice with hungry eyes.

"Get it yourself, asshole." Happy spoke from where he was sitting, cleaning his gun.

Juice watched as Carney looked at the Killer, opened his mouth only to shut it again without any sounds leaving him. Even Carney was smart enough to not mouth off against Happy, and certainly scared enough of the biker to not defy him publicly. Not that Juice would mind, he was not usually prone to violence but Carney… well he was a creep.

No one said much, and with this Juice did not include Carney in his statement, the man whined and whined about being bored and made inappropriate remarks. Not to talk about the endless noises he made whilst pigging out on pizza. At some point Juice got really tired of listening to the sleaze but there was not much he could do about it, after all even if he did say something the chance of Carney stopping was very small. Carney was more likely to do the complete opposite actually. And so instead Juice tried to put as much space as possible between them.

Juice almost panicked when Happy put away his gun and announced that he was going to the store for some more cigarettes. He did not want to be left alone with Carney but one of them had to stay and make sure the man was safe. Praying that Happy would be back ASAP in his mind, Juice gave the tattooed man his best loopy grin before the door closed in his face.

"How nice, we're finally alone princess," said Carney a smirk forming on his face.

"Fuck off, Carney."

Juice suddenly felt very tired, Carney was smirking at him but did not do anything more. Juice was not sure if he was supposed to be relieved or worried about it. The silence was heavy, Juice tried to relax but it was not easy.

"Come on princess I'm bored, entertain me!"

"No."

"Fine. I'll just entertain myself then," commented Carney.

Juice did not have time to react before Carney was on top of him. He was not weak but he was not exactly big especially compared to someone like Carney. The man was tall and broad over the shoulders, similar to Happy's build. Juice was panicking; Carney was on top of him using his weight to pin him down, hands roaming and groping Juice. Carney had just pressed his tongue inside Juice's mouth in a violent kiss when there was a loud slam and suddenly Carney was no longer on top of him.

"Fuck's going on?!" growled Happy as he gave Carney a kick in the stomach for good measures.

"Nothing, just having some fun dude," panted Carney as he got to his feet.

"Really? Didn't look like fucking nothing to me."

Juice watched as Happy dragged Carney by the scruff of his collar to the smaller bedroom in the motel, punching Carney in the face a few times before he locked the door on the man. Juice was still on the sofa his clothes rumpled and by the stinging feeling in his face and the taste of iron in his mouth, Juice came to the conclusion that his lip was busted.

"You okay kid?" asked Happy as he turned to face the Puerto Rican.

"Y-Yeah I think so…" whispered Juice.

Juice let Happy lead him to the other bedroom. He was shaking and he was breathing erratically. Happy's hand was gentle but still a firm presence against Juice's lower back. Stepping into the bedroom Juice was not really sure what to do, deep in thought he let out a surprised yelp when he was pulled into a tight hug. Closing his eyes Juice clinged to Happy as if the man was an anchor that kept him grounded, the hug was comforting and safe. They stood like that for a long time before Happy took a step back his hands resting on Juice's shoulders. Juice did not want the hug to end, but let Happy maneuver him towards to bathroom.

"Take a shower kid, it'll do you good."

Juice only nodded but did as he was told, shedding his clothes onto the bed and entered the small bathroom. The shower did him good, he was still shaking when he got out but he was breathing normally again. Happy was still in the room when Juice got out of the shower and after a quick check up that there was no injuries and that Juice was not too much out of it before he headed out for a smoke. Juice watched as Happy left the room before he started to look for some clothes to wear. After going through his own bag and coming to the conclusion that he had nothing comfortable to wear, he moved on to Happy's bag. Pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with the SAMCROW logo on, Juice crawled into bed.

10 minutes had passed and Happy was still not back, Juice slowly started to worry. His thoughts where jumpy and the voices in his head were coming back and he did not like it. They always told him to do stupid and dangerous things and right now they were just being down right mean to him. The voices were always mean, never nice just mean. Juice did not like them. In the end Juice got up from the bed and shuffled through to the other room to find the older man. Happy was sitting by the table, reading some old newspaper someone had left behind when Juice entered.

"What is it, kid?"

For a moment Juice considered not saying anything and just go back to the quiet and empty bedroom but then decided against it. Shuffling around a bit where he stood his hands playing with the hem of the too large shirt he was wearing.

"I… I can't sleep alone… please the voices…" mumbled Juice softly his eyes never meeting the other man's.

Happy seemed to understand what he was talking about as he got up with a low rumble only to stop and stare at Juice, first now noticing the younger males clothing choice. With a huff and a shake of his head, Happy steered Juice back to the bedroom. This time his hand a little bit firmer where it sneaked around Juice's waist pulling their bodies closer together.

Juice hummed low when Happy got into the bed with him and snuggled up closer to the Killer underneath the covers. His head was resting on Happy's chest, his body wrapped like an octopus around the bigger man. He was warm and safe where he was laying, and slowly the voices in his head stilled and went quiet. Happy was slowly petting Juice's hip, his hand moving to rest on the small strip of skin visible between the pants and the t-shirt. Juice liked it; he liked the feel of Happy's strong hand on him. It grounded him, made him feel calm. Closing his eyes, Juice snuggled closer to Happy as he slowly fell asleep.

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