Author's Note: Yo yo yo diggity yo! I know this was another long wait but with Christmas vacation here I will be typing more. Oh! And I am in a new relationship so this might actually improve certain parts of my writing (the smut, porn) lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Juice stopped short, his nerves just about crumbling. He need to do this though. He tried again.

"Chibs?"

He sneaked a glance over and saw the other man staring intently at him. Well at him was being a little generous. Through him was more accurate.

"Babe?"

A slight dimming of the eyes was all he got. He knew something that would get a reaction though.

"Gaol?"

Chibs gave a small but violent flinch. He turned his attention back to the TV but even then lowered his head. His hand on his thigh was picking nervously at the fabric of his pants.

Juice felt a little guilty in going for a soft spot. Gaol was the Scottish word for lover. It's what Chibs had called him after their first time together. When he'd told Juice what it meant, Juice could do nothing but let the tears slide down his cheeks.

Now, while not making him cry, it was obviously making Chibs feel too many things at once. The uncomfortable shifting and the slight vibrations of the other's body Juice were all sending up red flags.

The tendons and muscle of the arm around him weren't smooth and lax. They were tense and restless. Juice sighed softly. He needed to push a little. Or a lot.

He gently extracted himself from the warm side and before he lost the courage or was pushed off the couch altogether, he gently planted his left leg against Chibs right and his right leg against Chibs' left.

He was now effectively straddling the man and waiting to be shoved unceremoniously onto the floor. He was surprised when that didn't happen.

Instead, calloused hands locked onto each hip and gripped tight. He pushed with his knees, trying to shift his weight backwards to ease the pressure but the hold definitely tightened. A small whimper caused it to lessen slightly but his body was once again jerked forward.

The momentum sent his pelvis crashing forward into Chibs' stomach and he nearly lost his balance almost sending him backwards. A strong arm wrapped itself behind him but not in the middle of his back.

It locked around his lower back right above his ass. It continued to pull inward and at the same time Chibs straightened up so he was leaning over Juice's bowed body. Juice was a little nervous and that feeling spiked when a hand wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled downwards.

He was now reclining at an almost impossible angle on Chibs' lap and his tight hold on the other man's shoulders was the only thing keeping him in place. He shyly met Chibs' gaze.

He saw anger, wanting, embarrassment and fear. Juice would do anything to take all of those things away and into himself but he knew Chibs needed to do it himself. That's just the way he Scotsman was.

He was about to open his mouth when a sharp pain on the underside of his jaw had him arching so hard he was surprised his back didn't break. His mouth dropped open and rapid breathing was the only thing he could do to keep from crying out.

Chibs was biting him harder than he'd ever done before and frankly it fucking hurt. He tried to pull his head away but Chibs, instead of pulling his hips forward again, slid his hands beneath his thighs and pulled upwards.

Juice's body fell into an even more reclined position. He couldn't get any leverage now and all his effort went into gripping Chibs' upper arms.

Goddamn Chibs. He wasn't letting Juice help him. He's yet to actually let Juice make the situation better.

That is something Juice noticed about the older man ever since they first met, although it didn't exactly take an idiot to see it. Chibs was not a talker. He was cut from the same cloth as Tig when it came to solving problems.

Beat it to a bloody pulp or kill it was more his style. Juice however was the exact opposite. He supposes he got that from his mother. She was always the one to act as a referee between him and his father.

On Chibs' worst days, Juice saw a little bit of his old man in the Scotsman. And that scared the hell out of him sometimes. His dad's temper is what got him killed and he often feared Chibs' temper would end the same way.

Juice was brought back to the present when Chibs' wrapped both lips and teeth around the entirety of Juice's adam's apple and viciously jerked upwards. Juice couldn't believe his back could arch anymore but it did.

Juice's hands moved from strong biceps to the tops of shoulders and pressed down hard in a vain attempt to accommodate the contortions his body was being forced into.

There was one…two…three more hard bites against the very center of his throat before Chibs released the now red and very sore, sensitive patch of skin. Juice drew in big lungfulls of air as Chibs pulled him back into an upright position.

Both men slumped together, their foreheads coming together. Juice knew it was only a few moments that they sat like that but time felt like it had slowed down.

It felt like he was going fast in slow motion as Chibs used his strength to turn them to the side and place Juice on his back against the cushion below.

Juice turned his head to away, allowing himself to catch his breath. He could feel Chibs watching him, waiting for a reaction. It seems the other man knew he had pushed past a boundary or two.

He hoped Chibs wasn't feeling too guilty. He'd secretly been wanting to up the roughness in their sex life.

He hadn't had the courage to ask and hadn't seen a good opportunity. Admittedly this isn't exactly how he would have chosen to go about it but hey, never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Chibs silently studied the younger man beneath him for a few moments. What he saw caused him to harden in his jeans.

The kid's pupils were blown with arousal and his chest was rising in deep, labored breaths. Juice always breathed like that when he was seriously turned on. Well, he could definitely help with that.

He leaned down to capture Juice's mouth when Juice spoke.

"Babe, we need to talk."

Chibs ignored him and instead started kissing the front of Juice's throat. He didn't feel like talking and this was one of the ways he knew he could shut Juice up.

Juice sometimes didn't like it when he manipulated the younger man like this. He did feel slightly guilty but he didn't feel like talking. He felt like fucking…well fucking.

Juice's words were broken and breathy in his ear. The kid was still trying to have a coherent conversation, hmm? Alright, then.

Chibs brought a hand up and clamped it tightly over Juice's mouth. He then pulled the entirety of Juice's adams' apple into his mouth and sucked hard.

Juice's body bowed hard underneath him. He loved seeing his boy's body like that. It was such a vulnerable position and he knew Juice wasn't 100% comfortable with that particular position.

That's kind of why he did it though. That wariness turned Juice on more than he himself knew, but Chibs could see it. And he liked it.

When the sensitive patch of skin was released, Juice collapsed onto his back. Breathing hard, he was scrambling to think of a way to get Chibs to listen to him. He knew the older man was using sex as a way to delay any conversation and he needed to stop that.

Now.

End notes: This was so fun to write you have no idea lol. Chibs is losing a little control and I honestly don't know what will happen in the next chapter.