Sons of Anarchy

1. Abel Teller

Abel Teller 18+

Y/n P.O.V
         When I first became friends with Abel and Thomas people told me they'd get me hurt, but I obviously didn't listen. We grew up together, running around the compound, and causing trouble. When my parents died the club took me in, and I have the biggest family I could ever imagine. The only time things got hectic is when this cop would come around asking questions, and would only pissed people off. Like when she told Thomas the truth about Tara, and then told Abel he almost died because of Wendy. They both went to the cabin, Thomas came back after four months, but Abel stayed for almost a year. When he came back he told the club he wanted to join, but they didn't take him seriously. It wasn't until yesterday when Jax and Abel got into a fight about him being a prospect. 
"I've seen everything you do anyways. What's the problem?"Abel argues.
"Because there's deeper shit you have no idea about!'' Jax yells back. 
"I can handle it. I've survived this far." Abel just shrugs as he sits his beer down. 
"I knew I should've made your mother take you away, but no she wanted you to be here in Charming." Jax sighs. "You can't join the club, and be okay later. It eats away at you. I've tried for so long to get this club in order, but you can't stop a train wreck." Jax shakes his head as he walks into their meeting room.
          The bar is quiet until Abel slammed the door behind him, and they went back to what they were doing. I look at the door, thinking how Jax could be right, and how much pain I've seen the ol ladies go through. Abel won't listen though, he's always had a timer even when we were kids, and he beat up this boy for making a constant noise. Thomas sitting across from me takes me out of my mind. Now Thomas is different, he's more of the quiet, shy guy, but like they say you have to watch those quiet ones. Thomas learned a lot from Happy, so I could only imagine what he can actually do.
"Can you go calm him down? I can't deal with him today." He asks.
      I nod, drinking the last of my beer, before walking outside. By the slamming of metal it didn't take long to figure out where he was, so I headed toward the garage. He was crouched by his bike, mumbling under his breath, and throwing tools around. 
"Abel." I softly say as I shut the door. 
"What (y/n)?" He doesn't turn from his bike. 
"I just wanted to check on you." I tell him as I mess with a wrench on his table. 
"Yes, sure. Thomas told you to come out here, and honestly I wish you wouldn't." He grumbles. 
"I wanted to check on you before he even said a word to me, and if you're going to be an ass I won't check on you." I snip at him. "I hope you lose a lug nut." I curse him as I turn away.
       He grabs my wrist before I could walk away, pulls me down so he is sitting on the ground with me sitting sideways on his lap. I can never breathe when he is this close to me. 
"I'm not trying to be an ass to you." His hand rubs my thigh. "I just want them to leave me alone, and let me make my own choices." He rants. 
"What if he's right, Abel?" I lean my head against his chest. "What if something happens to you?" 
"I'm not saying nothing will happen. I'm saying I'm not running in fear of what could happen." He leans his chin against the top of my head. 
"If this is seriously what you want then I'll be there whenever you need me." I softly say.
       I feel a hand hold onto my side as the hand on my thigh moves my face up, so I'm looking up at him. 
"I'll always need you." He kisses me softly. 
        His stubble burns my face as our kiss turns deeper, and his fist tightens in my hair. The hand on my thigh slides up to the dip of my waist. We pull back just a bit, enough I can feel his tongue wet his bottom lip. Talking in the yard has us pulling away, and he helps me stand. I stop him when he goes to mess with his tools again. 
"Please be careful." I beg as I walk out.
        When I walk outside Jax and Thomas are standing next to their bikes. I just go back to the bar, and just leave as people come in for the club party. 

Abel's P.O.V.
       I lit a cigarette as I watched her get into her car, and drive out the lot. I knew she wanted to tell me not to join, like everyone else, but she would never tell me to not do something. As I walk toward Thomas my dad comes out of the bar, and toward us. 
"I'm joining." I tell them before I walk away. "Oh, and don't use her against me anymore." I yell over my shoulder as I go into the bar. 
       Over the next six months I'm put through the most stupid bullshit, and I do it to prove my point. I haven't seen (y/n) lately, that's on me for working so much, but I think it's my dad seeing if he could push my buttons enough. The only time we really have time together is at night when everyone is asleep. 
       Right now I'm at her apartment, everyone was busy doing their own thing, so I snuck over here. As soon as I walked through the door she asked if I was hungry, for her cooking always. 
"How are things going?" She asks, turning the stove off. 
"It's going. I think I'm getting more work than usual." I grumble.  
         She walks to stand in between my legs as she giggles at my grump face, she says it reminds her of one of those wrinkly dogs. My hands rested on her hips to get her to stand perfectly still, so I could rest my forehead on her stomach. 
"You're just grumpy, because it's been four days." She laughs when I snap my head up. 
"That's too long." I place her on top of the table.
        The smile on her face has me dropping to my knees pulling her pj shorts off, and pulling her closer to the edge of the table. Her hands grip in my hair as I kiss up her thigh.