SoA Slash
Title: Ready to Burn
Author: witchofpohjola
Pairing: Tig x Jax (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 862
Author's note: sequel to Ready to Crash
Disclaimer: characters are not mine
You know when you are afraid of doing something, at first you keep making sure nothing ever gets out. Then after a while you start to take no one knowing for granted. You still cover everything up, but you're almost certain no one knows anyway, and little by little you start getting sloppy.
Jax had spent yet another afternoon enjoying his usual escort's company. The dusty motel room had served as their rendezvous point for some time now. The boy was Irish, red hair and all that, and his skin had a warm afterglow of sex. Jax really didn't want to leave, fuck no, but he got up nonetheless. The boy lit a cigarette and blew the smoke at Jax's direction, seductively. Jax had to appreciate that. But he also had to get going.
Again fully dressed, Jax strolled out of the room - and every day before this particular one he would just head home and keep his mouth shut, confident his secret was safe. Jax nodded goodbye to the boy and turned from the door to bump face to face with - Tig. Jax froze. After a second that felt like half a year Jax smiled weakly, mumbled: ”Gotta go,” and shrugged Tig off.
Tig knew? Or, worse still, had known for some time? For how long? Panic hit Jax in the face when he stepped outside. His bike was the only means of escape, yet Jax knew that the revving motor would give him away and make this really happening now. ”Fuck, shit, fuck...” he cursed under his breath as he started his bike - oh how sweet a sound her purring was, even now - and let her take him away, swiftly and reliably.
Jax hurried towards the clubhouse. He wasn't keen on seeing any of his fellow Sons right now, but between the dormitory and and a hermit's cave on a mountaintop, the clubhouse felt more hospitable. Jax brought his bike in the yard and parked her in the usual spot. Clay was outside with the mechanics and Half-sack was loitering by, as if trying to learn by observing. Jax tossed a short nod for them before slipping inside the house as fast as possible.
***
Up in his room Jax sat down heavily. Maybe Tig hadn't gotten it. Maybe his secret was safe and he was just overreacting. Jax breathed out something like a sigh. There was nothing to worry about, he tried to assure himself.
It took him a full hour to get himself back together, but eventually he found himself skipping down the stairs to the bar. Nearly everyone was present in varying states of drunkenness. Jax could count everyone but Clay. There was Half-Sack, Juice, Tig... Did he just look at Jax? Jax could almost swear he had seen a flash of eyes just inside his field of vision. ”So, Tig knows?” Jax thought. He looked at Tig, but he had turned his back on him.
Jax tried his best to keep himself occupied with everything else, but most of the time that night Jax thought about Tig. If Tig indeed knew about Jax's adventures but had kept his mouth shut, it could mean Tig wasn't exactly innocent either, which could in turn mean Jax wasn't totally screwed.
Clay entered the room and Jax saw him talk briefly to Tig. Tig had his back turned to Jax, so he had no hope catching anything Tig might have said. Whatever he said, it clearly wasn't bad, because Clay threw a look at Jax over Tig's shoulder, and grinned. Jax forced a smile back, confused. That was hardly an appropriate reaction to Jax being - well, a fag. It only made sense if Tig had told Clay something completely different.
****
It was almost midnight when Tig finally came to Jax. Jax was outside enjoying a joint, and maybe that made it an opportune moment to confront him. Jax, however, was more guilty than Tig - he made himself available like this. Slightly high, he had slipped outside and made his way to the side of the garage, alone and conveniently almost out of sight.
Tig came from behind the corner of the garage and saw Jax's shadowed form standing further away, waiting. Tig strode to him quickly.
”I covered your ass today, understand?” he spat.
Jax looked at him sudden with realization.
“You think no one has noticed you slipping away a lot lately? Clay got interested. I told him you were banging hookers. Chicks. But I do know what you did. And I wanna ask you something. Can you have sex with me? Make sure to give it your best shot.
I know you're hot. Everyone can see that. I want you to convince me that I can't resist you. Not everyone can do it.”
“What's in it for me?” Jax asked, even though he had no intention of backing down.
“Some of the best sex of your life,” Tig promised.
“That's a lot to live up to.”
“Not to me,” Tig stated. “Your time starts now,” he said and strode back inside.
Author: witchofpohjola
Pairing: Tig x Jax (pre-slash)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 862
Author's note: sequel to Ready to Crash
Disclaimer: characters are not mine
You know when you are afraid of doing something, at first you keep making sure nothing ever gets out. Then after a while you start to take no one knowing for granted. You still cover everything up, but you're almost certain no one knows anyway, and little by little you start getting sloppy.
Jax had spent yet another afternoon enjoying his usual escort's company. The dusty motel room had served as their rendezvous point for some time now. The boy was Irish, red hair and all that, and his skin had a warm afterglow of sex. Jax really didn't want to leave, fuck no, but he got up nonetheless. The boy lit a cigarette and blew the smoke at Jax's direction, seductively. Jax had to appreciate that. But he also had to get going.
Again fully dressed, Jax strolled out of the room - and every day before this particular one he would just head home and keep his mouth shut, confident his secret was safe. Jax nodded goodbye to the boy and turned from the door to bump face to face with - Tig. Jax froze. After a second that felt like half a year Jax smiled weakly, mumbled: ”Gotta go,” and shrugged Tig off.
Tig knew? Or, worse still, had known for some time? For how long? Panic hit Jax in the face when he stepped outside. His bike was the only means of escape, yet Jax knew that the revving motor would give him away and make this really happening now. ”Fuck, shit, fuck...” he cursed under his breath as he started his bike - oh how sweet a sound her purring was, even now - and let her take him away, swiftly and reliably.
Jax hurried towards the clubhouse. He wasn't keen on seeing any of his fellow Sons right now, but between the dormitory and and a hermit's cave on a mountaintop, the clubhouse felt more hospitable. Jax brought his bike in the yard and parked her in the usual spot. Clay was outside with the mechanics and Half-sack was loitering by, as if trying to learn by observing. Jax tossed a short nod for them before slipping inside the house as fast as possible.
***
Up in his room Jax sat down heavily. Maybe Tig hadn't gotten it. Maybe his secret was safe and he was just overreacting. Jax breathed out something like a sigh. There was nothing to worry about, he tried to assure himself.
It took him a full hour to get himself back together, but eventually he found himself skipping down the stairs to the bar. Nearly everyone was present in varying states of drunkenness. Jax could count everyone but Clay. There was Half-Sack, Juice, Tig... Did he just look at Jax? Jax could almost swear he had seen a flash of eyes just inside his field of vision. ”So, Tig knows?” Jax thought. He looked at Tig, but he had turned his back on him.
Jax tried his best to keep himself occupied with everything else, but most of the time that night Jax thought about Tig. If Tig indeed knew about Jax's adventures but had kept his mouth shut, it could mean Tig wasn't exactly innocent either, which could in turn mean Jax wasn't totally screwed.
Clay entered the room and Jax saw him talk briefly to Tig. Tig had his back turned to Jax, so he had no hope catching anything Tig might have said. Whatever he said, it clearly wasn't bad, because Clay threw a look at Jax over Tig's shoulder, and grinned. Jax forced a smile back, confused. That was hardly an appropriate reaction to Jax being - well, a fag. It only made sense if Tig had told Clay something completely different.
****
It was almost midnight when Tig finally came to Jax. Jax was outside enjoying a joint, and maybe that made it an opportune moment to confront him. Jax, however, was more guilty than Tig - he made himself available like this. Slightly high, he had slipped outside and made his way to the side of the garage, alone and conveniently almost out of sight.
Tig came from behind the corner of the garage and saw Jax's shadowed form standing further away, waiting. Tig strode to him quickly.
”I covered your ass today, understand?” he spat.
Jax looked at him sudden with realization.
“You think no one has noticed you slipping away a lot lately? Clay got interested. I told him you were banging hookers. Chicks. But I do know what you did. And I wanna ask you something. Can you have sex with me? Make sure to give it your best shot.
I know you're hot. Everyone can see that. I want you to convince me that I can't resist you. Not everyone can do it.”
“What's in it for me?” Jax asked, even though he had no intention of backing down.
“Some of the best sex of your life,” Tig promised.
“That's a lot to live up to.”
“Not to me,” Tig stated. “Your time starts now,” he said and strode back inside.