What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juice was hanging out at his house, mostly just wanting to keep to himself. He needed to get himself together, get his mind together, he was stressed out and not even the wind on his face from his bike was going to make relax him right now. He was always jumpy and all over the place, he had a hard time keeping his thoughts settled and himself from startling. He needed something to ground him but he didn't know what. Little did he know his best friend had some ideas of his own.

Chibs had been watching Juice for a while now, about two months. The lad just seemed to be spinning out of control. When he was at the shop he'd flinch all the time, when someone spoke to him he'd get all jumpy like he'd done something wrong. When he hung out with him at home he wasn't even relaxed, like he was hiding something. Chibs had grown concerned for the kid, he wanted to help him be better. He needed someone to take care of him, help him feel stable. The lad needed boundaries he wasn't good on his own. He'd dabbled in some alternative ways of life before, done what he needed to do to please a lover, but what his Juicey boy needed was more than a good fuck, he needed a commitment. Chibs needed to really wrap his head around how this needed to go. He started working it out in his head, what he'd initiate, what he'd then bring up to the lad when the time came. How he'd present the offer he wanted to make. Chibs hadn't touched another man since he himself was a lad of his teens, but Juice had always called to him. Made him ache. Since the first day he walked in with that big mega watt smile and those eyes you could get lost in. Chibs was a sucker for that boy, he was sure everyone knew it. He had his doubts of course, what if he acted on his feelings and Juice turned him down, all of this would be for not and he could lose a friend. Though the way Juice acted around him sometimes he didn't think he'd stop him, not if he knew it was genuine.

"Tig. I need yer help with something brotha." Chibs pulled Tig aside in the clubhouse. He knew his brother had a different lifestyle, a man known for his indulgences, his most recent. Venus. He was smitten with the likes of her.

"What do you need brother?" Tig asked, swinging and arm casually over Chibs shoulder.

"I need yer confidence."

"Always." Tigs piercing blue eyes looked intensely into Chibs, knowing he was serious and needed something important.

"Coul' yee come ta my house later? It ain't club business. It's personal."

Tig squeezed Chibs shoulder. "Yeah brother. I'll be there."

Juice was sitting on his couch still. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to do anything. Chibs had called him earlier, he didn't answer it. He knew he'd want to hang out. He didn't feel safe hanging out with him, not with all the thoughts in his head lately. He'd never thought about another man, but something about Tig flaunting his relationship with Venus, the man whom states with fine confidence that she knows she's a woman, made the wheels in his head start turning. When he was a teen he'd had some thoughts, not about anyone in particular, more about bodies, and body parts. Then he had sex the first time with his girlfriend and it was spectacular for teenage sex and he stopped having those thoughts, or he'd at least pushed them away. Now they were creeping up and this time the body was specific and it had a face. Chibs face. Last night he'd been jerking off to a great Red Woody flick and then suddenly he was in his own movie in his head, and Chibs was on top of him, guiding him through the motions because he didn't know what to do. Even in his fantasies he couldn't shake his timid demeanor. But with Chibs he was okay, Chibs would take care of him and teach him, because Chibs knew everything. That's his perception anyway. Chibs is his best friend, his confidant, his go to for advice, and he's always right. Of course Chibs would tell him how to cum with his cock burried deep inside him. That's the part that got him all shook up and jumpy now. He came with force at the thought of it, but why? He didn't know. Where did that even come from? He'd never thought this before. Why did he always want what he could never have?