WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty.
Beta: None. WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.)
Sex: Yes - Male/Male
Swearing: Absolutely. (This is sons of anarchy) Along with some derisive terms that aren't meant to offend.
Title: Taken from the song: Growing on Me by The Darkness.
What was meant to be a quick sit down to catch up with what's going down in Charming swiftly turning into a two and a half hour mission to distract the tail the new Sherriff had put on their arse's, which had almost landed a couple of them in hospital, the morgue or worse back in prison. Tig had really prayed that wasn't going to be the case. At least not until he'd fucked Kozik. - Though if the young blond got sent down to, they could always do it behind bars. That thought had Tig hard in seconds and he had to force himself to concentrate of not getting run off the road by the bastard police officer.
Once the officers had been ordered to let them go, much too all their delight, Tig headed back to his place, Kozik close behind. Before he went inside he'd been staying most of the time at the club house, but for what he had in mind he wanted a level of privacy that the club just didn't afford them. They had a few hours before they had to be at the reservation for Opie's wedding, more than enough time to catch-up.
Tig pulled into his drive way, swing his leg over his bike and grinning at the blond biker pulling to a stop just behind him. His whole body was humming with excitement and lust as he walked at a swift pace to the front door, pushing it open with a glance over his shoulder to assure that Kozik was following him.
As he stepped over the threshold an exhilarating buzz in his veins he turned back to regard his home and froze. He took a few more steps inside, his gaze scanning the mess. Bottles, papers, jeans and boots. His first impression had been that he'd been turned over, but that was clearly not the case. Taking a full note of the items, Tig swung around to glare at the blond behind him, the man's face wrinkled in a regretful wince.
"Shit, I asked Honey to clean the place up." he remarked calmly.
Tig's glare hardened. "You've been crashing here?"
Kozik shrugged nonchalantly. "Made sense. It wasn't like you were going to be needing it." he gave a sexy crooked grin, which died on his lips almost as quickly as he was born.
They stood staring at each other for a long moment. Tig's blue eyes darkening, storm and dangerous. Kozik was unsure if he was more pissed at the fact he'd been staying there or that he'd left the place looking like it had been visited by ATF.
"Well you know what you can fucking do, don't you?" Tig snapped.
Kozik's insides gripped tight, was Tig going to make him leave, move out. Where they not going to have sex? He wouldn't say so to the man but he'd kind of hoped to stay for a while. They could be flat-mates, Tig had a spare room. Though Kozik kinda hoped he wouldn't be staying in it often, if ever.
"You can tidy this shit up." Tig concluded harshly, pulling Kozik out of his day dream.
"What? Now?"
"Damn right, now!" the older man snapped, kicking furiously at a pile of dirty cloths.
Kozik stood still for a moment, scanning the debris of the past few days. He couldn't think why Honey hadn't done as he'd asked. She was probably pissed at him about not taking her to the wedding, and he hadn't exactly told her this wasn't his place. Probably because he'd stupidly hoped it might be.
"What you waiting for, an instruction manual?" Tig said, his hands resting casually on his hips.
The blond plastered his most charming and flirtatious smile on his face and strolled determinedly forward, his eyes locked with Tig's. Stepping into the man's personal space, he slightly by the smallest amount towered over him. There was barely any room for air between them as Kozik cupped the older man though his jeans, giving him a gentle squeeze. Tig barely even flinched.
Kozik didn't allow Tig's lack of response to put him off, it was a familiar dance. He dropped his head, scrapping his teeth up the man's neck and biting slightly at the pulse point that throbbed against his lips. After the forceful bite he carried on up till he reached the man's ear, his hand continuing to squeeze and rub at the swiftly growing bulge. "You sure you want me to waste time on cleaning." he whispered huskily. "A years a long time Tinkerbell." He smiled thrusting his own erection into the man's hip.
Tig growled, turning his head to capture Kozik's mouth in an open mouthed kiss, his tongue licking its way from lips to teeth and deeper. His hand gripping at the blond's denim covered backside, pulling him closer while grinding into his hand.
Kozik removed his hand, too much protest, replacing it with his hips. Thrusting forward to rut frantically against the darker denim, while his hands pushed the cut and hooding off Tig's powerful shoulders, backing him into a wall with a grunt. Shifting his leg between Tigs's he pressed up harder. The cut and hoodies flew haphazardly across the room to land on the couch. Their mouths barely separating for air and Tig joined the desperate display of clothe removal, thankful Kozik hadn't chosen to wear more than his cut and a tee.
Everything moved impossibly quickly, fuelled by months of separation, both knowing they wouldn't be the only ones making up for lost time before Opie's wedding. Tig was tugging at Kozik's belt and jeans when a sound broke his concentration and the pairs heads shot around towards the bedroom door to see the same blond from earlier stood, wrapped in a bed sheet gaping at them with wide glistening eyes.
No one spoke or moved. Tig's hand were still motionlessly settled on Kozik's jeans, while the blond bikers hand was gripping onto Tig's neck possessively, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace.
Finally the world started moving again and the probably naked sheet-covered blonde spun around and fled into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Tig looked up at his lover with a raised bow.
"Friend of yours?"
Kozik continued to stare at the closed door. He didn't looked amused, he looked guilty. "Just someone I've been….."
"Fucking?" Tig finished matter-of-factly. "Is that all?"
Kozik's head snapped around to stare at the sergeant, looking at his feature's intently. "What's wrong? Jealous?" he smirked despite himself.
Tig straightened, pulling his hands away from the man's waist, glaring at him. "Like fuck, moron. - Just…."
Kozik couldn't help but laugh before slamming his mouth back into Tig's, hard and rough, forcing his head back against the wall with a bang, making them both groan. A sound of disgust interrupted the pair, Kozik tried to pull his moth away but Tig clamped possessively down on his lower lip for a long moment, biting it hard and sending sparks of desire straight to Kozik's dick. When the younger biker finally got his freedom the young woman was rushing out the door, slamming it forcefully, causing the walls and windows to shake. He stared at the exit with a worried and guilt ridden look.
"Nice girl you've got there." Tig remarked, his voice deep, husky and filled with lust.
Kozik's head snapped around, fixing the sergeant with an angry stare. Tig smirked questioningly back at him.
The blond swooped in, reconnecting their lip-lock with breathtaking intensity. Tig laughed into his mouth as he fixed his palms once again to the man's buttocks and pulled him close, grinding into him with renewed vigor. The older man dragging his mouth away long enough to take a breath and speak.
"Y-you should have asked her to stay. The more the merrier." he panted laughingly, before fixing his moth to the tattooed curve of Kozik's throat.
"Like hell, I want you to myself." Kozik growled, his eyes heavy as Tig sucked a mark onto his flesh.
Kozik's insides turned to Jello at the feel of Tig's warm breath on the shell of his ear, then they turned to water when he whispered.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to ride for a month."
It was a promise the man had every intention of keeping, Kozik knew and didn't much care. "Christ yes." he groaned, pressing his erection so hard against Tig they both lost the ability to breathe.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed.