A/N: SOOO. Cliffie in the last chapter :D. I so evil. Anyways. Herehaveabitofsmut. :3
The storm was rolling in faster than everyone had thought it would, because as soon as they shut the doors, it started pouring. "Talk about.. Perfect... timing.." A weak voice calls from the couch, and Hap's head snaps around, as he's startled from his thoughts, to see Juice grinning faintly, eyes barely open. It was just them now, as the guys had all gone to their rooms, wanting some sleep. "Yeah.." Hap murmurs, sitting on the couch beside him.
"What happened..?" Juice finally asks, rubbing his head, and wincing faintly at the raging headache. "Well.. from what I know, you 'bout got into a fight with Tig.. but he busted your lip, and then ya had a heat stroke.." Hap explains, as he offers him a bottle of water, to which the other male happily accepts.
"Damn.." Is his only response, and the two sit in a rather uncomfy silence. After a few minutes, which felt like hours, passed, Juice finally sighs, and scoots closer, making Hap glance over at him, eyebrows raised questioningly. "Hap.. I wanna know why you're suddenly so fucking nice to me. You used to hate me, or so I thought, but when I ended up losing my place, you gladly invited me to stay at yours. What happened?" Juice asks, watching the older man.
Hap doesn't answer, instead looking away, knowing there's a faint blush on his face. With a growl of something, he says, "I'll tell you.. But, not out here in the open. You never know who could walk up on us.". "That private huh.. fine." Juice sighs, getting up, and heading to his room, Hap following closely behind. Once they reach the room, he locks the door, and sits on the opposite side of the bed from the Puerto Rican, trying to word together what he needs to say, without freaking the kid out.
"Well. For starters. I didn't hate you. Never have. I just didn't like you much, cause I didn't know if you could be trusted.. But, seeing as how you're loyal to the club, I came to consider you an.. Acquaintance. I guess.." Happy finally started. Slowly, but surely, he explained why he began to like the younger man, and that eventually led to him admitting his "crush".
"So that's why the badass Happy Lowman is being oh so kind to little old me.." Juice teases, once he's done, with a smirk. Hap raises one eyebrow, and, before Juice can say another word, he's tackled the other male, pinning him against the bed, mouth caught in a heated kiss. Juice moans, faintly, at that, kissing back quickly, trying to move them so he was on top, but his arms were quickly pinned above his head, and his legs by Hap's knee.
Another moan, from Juice, makes Hap groan, and hiss out, "How long?" darkly. Juice knows exactly what he means, and manages to grit out, "Since.. I mo- Asshole!-ved in..!". He had growled out Asshole, because a certain shifting in positions made Hap's knee grind against him, which left Juice almost completely senseless. However, before either could do or say anything, the sound of footsteps outside the room made Hap quickly cover Juice's mouth, to ensure they weren't caught.
"Where the fuck is Hap when ya need him?!" He hears Jax call out, down the hall, and he shoots Juice a half-sorry look, climbing off the man, and unlocking the door, after forcing himself to calm down. Walking out into the hall, he shouts, "Why do you need me?", making Jax turn around. "Why were you- Nevermind! Come on, we gotta get some other stuff into the garage!" Jax snaps, heading outside. This is gonna be one hell of a storm..
-Juice-
"Get your a-" Juice is cut off, having gone to yell at Happy, when he got up, by the door slamming. Groaning, he flops on the bed, muttering, "Fucking asshole. Gets me turned on, and then leaves.". Sighing, he shifts a bit, until he gets comfy, and falls asleep, rather quickly.
A/N:
Well. There we go. Interrupted Smut for the win! FTW. Don't hate for my meanness xD I love being mean.
I SO EVIL. And tired.