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.

Tig just wanted to be at home. Something he'd never thought he'd want this badly. He saw the same feeling mirrored by Jax across the bar. It wouldn't have been so bad if Kozik had been part of their road-trip but he'd been sent north with Opie. He knew he sounded like a whiny old lady or worse a love-stick high schooler, but what could he do. He was lost and he knew it. It also wouldn't be so bad if Clay wasn't bitching at him every five seconds, sending him suspicious looks. Yeah, he definitely wanted to be at home, in his own bed, a sexy blond with a body to kill for beside him. He groaned to himself and took another deep gulp of his Jack Daniels. Forty eight hours, that's all he had to do, then he'd have that.

He ordered another beer and settled into one of the dark corners. He could feel club members watching him, knew what they were thinking, but right then he couldn't give a shit. He'd done a lot for the club over the last couple of years, more than at any other time; he was entitled to have something. An escape. A retreat. He was entitled to have what the others had, what Clay, and Jax and Opie had. Someone who seemed to actually care about him. That was something Tig realised he hadn't had in a long time.

He let his head drop back and played with the idea of sneaking off to call Kozik. But that would only bring more problems, especially with Clay. And the Tucson charter were watching them just a little too closely for his liking, they couldn't be seen to be weak. It was bad enough that Bobby was giving Clay and Jax a hard time at every opportunity. So no, sneaking off to talk to his male lover wasn't on the cards.

He opened his eyes when he felt someone hovering over him and was met with the sight of a pretty Latino. He narrowed his gaze at her while forcing a smile.

"Clay said you might like some company."

Tig shot a glance of to the far end of the bar where Clay was sat with the SAMTAS president. They locked gazes and Tig knew it was in some way a weird test. Like he had to prove he was still who he was. Swallowing hard he nodded for the girl to sit down next to him. The moment she took the seat her hands were all over him, squeezing his thigh while her mouth worked at the curve of his neck. His body reacted like it always did. Sex was sex after all. And Tig loved sex. But inside he wasn't feeling the high.

He closed his eyes once more and let his head drop back again, breathing through his nose while clenching his jaw. It surprised and in a way disgusted him that he had to fight the desire to push her away. But he needed to go with it. Clay was already struggling with his change in circumstance, he feared what would happen if he gave into his uncharacteristic emotions.

The girl moved to straddle him, rocking her hips while continuing to kiss his neck and jaw, when his phone began to ring in his pocket. He answered it on instinct, not even looking at the screen.

"Yeah?" he grunted, his voice rough as sexual adrenalin rippled through his body.

"Hey, fucker. How's Tucson?"

Tig's heart skipped humiliatingly, and his hips rocked forward against the girl above him. His dick instantly hardening at the sound of that deep cocky voice. He had to take a couple of shaky breaths before he could talk. "Fine."

"Just fine?" Kozik pressed, his smile clear from his tone. "What you doing?"

Tig's eyes shifted to stare at the girl who was sliding down his body towards the floor, where she knelt, her finger working at his belt.

"Or should I ask who your doing?" Kozik laughed. And Tig felt a blanket of heat burn his neck.

"What makes you think I'm doing anyone." he whispered, his gaze flickering to the bar where was concentrating on his conversation. Thankfully.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because I know you. So who is she?"

Tig turned his attention to the girl at his feet, as she pulled him free of his pants.

"Or is it a he?" Kozik asked. This time his voice was tight. Tig recognized it instantly. It was his I'm-jealous-but-I'm-still-a-tough-fucking-biker-so-I'm-not-going-to-say-anything voice. The one he'd used when he'd come home from Stockton talking shit.

"She's got my dick in her mouth as I'm…ahhh." he trailed off when the girl drew her teeth up the sensitive muscle.

"Huh. Sounds like you're enjoying yourself."

The jealousy was gone, mostly and Tig couldn't help but wonder if it was more the idea of him fucking another guy that pissed Kozik off, than him fucking someone else in general.

"It's…..fine." Tig replied.

"As good as mine?" Kozik asked; his voice lower and gravely. Sex practically seeping off it.

"Never." Tig groaned, his head falling back against the cushion.

"Oh?"

Tig moaned slightly as the Latino worked her magic on his dick.

"God, I love listening to you moan. It gets me so hard."

Tig moaned against and grinned when Kozik moaned back.

"Are you touching yourself?" Tig asked in a low husky whisper. His head shooting up when the girl at his feet stop. "Hey." he snapped at her, glaring until she went back to her job.

"What happen, she stop?"

"Yeah." Tig replied, returning his head to the restful position. "Now answer me."

"Of course I'm touching myself."

Tig moaned against, grinning from ear to ear.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

Kozik laughed down the line and Tig growled.

"Are you being rough?"

"Of course. I'm imagining it's you after all."

"Use your nails."

Kozik groaned filthily as he followed Tig's instructions.

"Are you in bed?"

"On it."

"Stripped?"

"Totally naked." Kozik smirked. Tig could hear it in his voice.

"Good. - Stop."

"Why?" Kozik whined.

"I want you to finger yourself."

The girl pulled away again, looking up at him with a wide eyes and confusion. Tig didn't bother looking at her, he just wrapped his fingers in his long dark hair and pushed her head back to his crouch, and thankfully she went. She wasn't a date, she wasn't an old lady, she was just a croweater and that meant she did as she was told and didn't complain. And if that meant sucking a member off while he had phone sex with his lover, that was how it went.

"No lube." Tig growled in warning.

"Wouldn't think of it." Kozik replied breathlessly. His harsh grunts telling Tig that he was pushing a finger into the tight ring of muscle.

"How's it feel."

"It hurts. I'm so tight. - Not having you inside me the past few days."

"I'll make up for that when I get home." Tig promised.

"Really? How?"

"I'm going to fuck you into next week."

"Oh. That….ahhh….sounds soooo…oohhh…gooood." Kozik panted.

"I'm going to shove my dick so far up your tight little arse that you'll choke on it."

"Ahhh. God. Yes."

"I'm gonna rid you so hard till your screaming for me to stop."

"Never."

"You'll be begging."

"Nuhhh."

"I'm going to tie you down. Your face buried deep into the pillow as I fuck you. Rough. No preparation. And I won't stop till your battered and bruised and unable to walk or ride for a month."

Tig's hips thrust up into the croweater's mouth as he spoke, taking him closer to his climax. Heat pooling in his stomach with every moan Kozik made. The sounds telling him the blond was just as close as he was.

"And when I can't fuck your ass anymore, I'll shove my dick into you mouth and fuck that instead."

"Go….od….Ahhhh….Ti…..Alleeexxxx!" he yelled so load down the line it hurt Tig's ears.

But it also sent the man over the edge himself. "Fuuuuuckkk. Kooo…" he snapped his jaw close, clenched it tight to stop from yelling out his lover's name. Not wanting to draw any more attention that he already had. He shot his load, holding the Latino head in place, forcing her to take everything he had. Spent, he let her go, shoving her away, more roughly than he intended, and let his body go limp on the couch.

The pair panted down the line to each other, catching their breaths and waiting to come down from the high. Tig hit the ground first and used his free hand to tuck himself away. He glanced around and was thankful that no one was watching him, all too busy with their own entertainment. Almost everyone. He felt Clay's gaze burning into him without looking. But he ignored it. He wasn't going to let Clay get to him any more, he'd decided. If Clay suddenly had a probably with him fucking a guy, then tough shit. Clay had known about his preferences for years, he had no right to be acting like a fucking bastard now. And if he couldn't take it, then…well, Tig would just have to face that bridge when they came to it.

"That was fucking brilliant."

"Hmmm."

"How was the blowjob?"

"Not wasn't as good as yours."

Kozik chuckled. "I remember a time you didn't like them all that much."

"Yeah, well…that was before I had you properly trained."

"Right, course. - Are you really going to follow through on what you said?"

"Huh?"

"The whole tying me to the bed and fucking me senseless promise."

"Sure." Tig grinned. "Just as soon as I get home."

Kozik was silent for a long minute and Tig could almost see him cleaning himself up with a wide grin on his face. "When will you be home?" Kozik asked; his voice softening.

Tig glanced over at the Clay and Jax, who were sat in a corner talking, or maybe arguing, it was hard to tell these days. "A couple of days if everything goes to plan."

Kozik sighed. "Good. I mis….I'll see you then."

Tig swallowed the lump that has suddenly appeared in his throat. "Yeah…..me to." he said before he could stop himself, grateful that none of the others could see or hear him. He really was turning into a chick.

"Call me if you want to…..talk."

"Will do. But I don't think I'll need another 'talk' until I get back."

Kozik laughed. A shallow, almost empty sound. "Alright. Well, I'm going to crash." he left a long drawn out silence before finally adding. "Night Tiggy."

"Night Moron."

There was another long pause and then utter silence as the line went dead. Tig lifted the phone from his ear and stared down at it for a bit before putting it back in his pocket.

The rest of the night dragged by. Tig stretched himself out on the couch and closed his eyes, falling happily into the abyss of sleep.

A/N: I hope that wasn't too disappointing. I'm sure it was a little out of character for Tig, I kinda imagine phone-sex with him is rather disturbing and weird, but I'm no good at writing that stuff. So I'm sorry if it sucked. (no pun intended) And I'm kinda sorry I stuck another innocent (well, okay maybe not innocent but…) girl in the middle of Tikozi sexy times but who really cared, don't come between those two and you won't get hurt. (again, no pun intended.)

Anyway. Thanks for all the continuing support. I love reading you're feedback, it really keeps me focused. Hope to hear from you all again soon.