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.

I'm still having a bit of trouble with Word at the moment, so if there are more Spelling and Grammar mistakes than usual, forgive me.

A/N: the second half of Tig and Kozik's normal couples Sunday.

It was three in the afternoon when the pair strolled back into their place. It had taken some effort to get away from Gemma, and they'd receive a shower of lurid comments and cat calls as they'd bit farewell to their brothers. Tig had seen the look Clay had sent their way as they left and it clawed at his insides, but he wasn't going to let it get to him. Not today. Kozik swung the door closed behind him and dropped down onto the couch like a sack of potatoes. His head rolling back against the cushion with a wary sight. Tig headed for the kitchen to grab them two cold beers before lowering himself down next to the blond.

"Glad Gemma didn't make us stay. There's only so much roasting a man can put up with." Kozik laughed, excepting the cold bottle while reaching for the TV control.

"Now you know why I didn't want to go." Tig grumbled, slouching low on the seat, lifting his booted feet onto the coffee table.

"I thought you didn't want to go because you wanted to spent the day fucking me into the mattress." Kozik laughed, not taking his eyes off the screen.

A smile finally tugged at Tig's lips. "That too."

He'd been stressing out all afternoon. Never really feeling at ease around his brothers. It was actually strange; he'd never had a problem before. He didn't want to think it was because of Kozik. He didn't want to think that they knew that things had changed between them. That he'd changed. And he had. Ever since he'd screwed up with Donna he'd been different. He'd been carrying around a level of guilt he didn't think he'd ever get rid of.

He glanced over at the blond beside him, the man's attention fixed on a NASCAR race. Tig wasn't the sentimental type but he couldn't help but be grateful and maybe a little pathetic over the blonds return. He'd needed something, someone. That was probably why he'd almost slept with Gemma. As much as he loved her, that hadn't been why he'd done it. He hated to admit it, but she's been a convenience. They'd both been buckling under a painful weight and like a magnet it had drawn them together.

Thankfully he'd come to his sense before anything had really happened and he'd continued carry that weight. Then fate, or the universe, or maybe just plan luck had stepped in and dropped Kozik back into his lap. Right when he'd needed him the most. Of course he'd fought against it, he didn't want to admit even to himself that he'd missed the blond idiot, but there was only so much denial a man could do. And Tig had never been very good at denying himself what he really wanted. - And he'd wanted Kozik almost from the moment they'd met ten years ago.

Tig's arm stretched out along the back of the couch as he continued to puzzle over the change in his life. It seemed that his head was determined to meditate on the meaning of life. Especially his. A small voice in the back wondered if his history of failed marriages and relationships had anything to do with his current situation. Sure he hadn't even known Kozik when he'd married Bethany or Colleen. But maybe they hadn't worked for him because he wasn't being himself, not really. He'd slept around, with anything at hand and everyone from his ex to his club knew about his bizarre habits, but it had only ever been sex, he'd never actually allowed himself to care. And while he loved his wives, well while he'd had them at least, he'd never really been in love with them. He just didn't think he was capable of it. He was too hard, too broken to care that deeply about anything that wasn't his club. - Well, and Missy.

Tig frowned at he took in his lovers profile. He couldn't deny it though; he cared about Benjamin, more than he thought himself capable of, and probably more than he should. He wasn't going to say he was in love with the man, because he'd already establish he wasn't able to be in love with anyone, but having Kozik in his life did give him an insane sense of peace he hadn't thought possible. He hadn't been haunted by the nightmare of killing Donna since the man's return; he hated and loved arguing with him at the same moment. And he hadn't even thought about looking elsewhere for a fuck.

Tig's stomach cramped, but it was probably the large meal he hadn't long eaten. Turning his head, he fixed his sights on the television screen and tried to stop his mind from working. His heart jumped into his throat when a heavy weight pressed against his side, and he turned wide eyes to stare as the blond curved his upper body into him. The man's head dropping back to rest on his shoulder. Tig's heart pounded painfully against his ribs and he was sure he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. His gaze still locked on the mass of blond gelled hair only inches from his face. "Comfy?" he said with a tight breathless tone.

"Hmm." Kozik nodded, seemingly unaware of the havoc he was causing. "You?"

Tig didn't answer, didn't know how to. He was comfy, he was also uncomfortable and freaking the fuck out at the same time.

Kozik pulled away a little, looking up to meet Tig's deep blue eyes. "You okay?" he asked with a frown, before nodded, suddenly understanding something that Tig didn't even understand. He prepared to move away from the older man, but was stopped by a hand on the back of his neck.

Tig shook his head, holding him still. Surprising them both with his reluctantly to let Kozik abandon him. There was a drawn out, breathless silence before Tig pulled him close, pressing their lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss, that while quickly growing deeper and more passionate, still held that softness throughout.

Kozik shifted closer, pressing himself back into Tig's side, his hand blindly depositing his beer on the coffee table, before it took up a natural and comfy position on Tig's thigh, squealing it lightly as the man's tongue swept over his pallet and teeth.

Tig's fingers combed and curled around the blond greased strands of his lover's hair, tugging it as much as he could. His other hand wrapping into the man's cut, pulling him closer, wanting him closer. The couch shifted under Kozik's weight as he manoeuvred himself to straddle Tig's lap, his hips grinding down against the man's hardened groin. Tig's hands gripping the side of the blonds neck, his thumbs rubbing lazily at his jaw as he lost himself in the moment. Tig had never really been one for just kissing, never really saw the appeal. It was usually just a way to seduce some chick into letting him get between her thighs. Now he had to admit he got it. He couldn't say why, he just knew he didn't want to stop. The room filled with deep moans, merging with the sound of screeching tires and crushing metal. The whole world outside of that room forgotten, just as Tig had wanted.

Cuts and shirts were abandoned while they made-out like horny teenagers. Only coming up for air when they needed to or when Kozik decided he wanted to mark Tig as his own. Sinking his teeth into the side of his neck and sucking a deep red bruise onto the flesh. Panting he pulled back to admire his work with a smug cocky grin.

"Maybe you should get that tattooed there permanently. Just so you don't forget." he said in a lustful husky voice.

Tig stared up at him with a raised brow, his hands cradling the larger man's hips. "Do I look like the matching tattoo type to you?" he grumbled, his voice rough.

Kozik's grin grew. "Actually, now you mention it." he nodded. "We both know you're a pussy cat under all this Tiggy." he ran his hand over the man's chest and stomach, rocking his hips in the process.

Tig narrowed his gaze, growling in the back of his throat. "I know what your doing?" he said finally. "If you want me to get my claws out, just ask." dragging his nails down the man's back, causing him to hiss.

Kozik leant forward, licking the shell of Tig's ear. "You promised me the kitchen table." he whispered seductively.

"We don't have a kitchen table." Tig reminded him.

"Guess I'll have to make do with the coffee table then."

Tig grinned at the block of wood. He doubted it would hold their weights, but he was all up for finding out. Gripping Kozik's hips, he shoved him off his lap. Kozik scrambled to his feet quickly, his hands working at his belt and jeans. Tig impatiently yanking them down the man's thighs, before spinning him roughly around and forcing him to bend, Kozik's palms flat against the wood. Tig swept a arm over the surface, knocking everything off the top before pushing Kozik further, till his bare chest was touching the polished wood, before quickly stripping out of his own jeans and dropping to his knees.

To both men's surprise, considering how turned on and close to the edge they were, Tig took his time. Not just in his preparation, but in the act itself. Savouring every touch of flesh, every moaned word. When it was over the pair slumped down on the couch, exhausted and at ease. Kozik's head lulling back onto Tig's shoulder, Tig's hand brushing thoughtless circles into his shoulder, as they watched TV in silence.

A/N: Hope this came out alright. Wasn't sure. Thanks for all the feed back, please keep it coming so I know I have to keep writing. I love you all.