What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

9

The department store was first, Fillip pulled into the mall and parked. He noticed how tense Juan had gotten when they got there, he figure the lad was probably trying to figure out what was expected of him.
"Hey ye numpty don't think so much. I can see the smoke." He chuckled taking the lads hand.
Juan grinned at him and nodded. "I'm okay. Just thinking about what we need. If I'd known you were taking me away for a few days I would've packed more than clean underwear and a T-shirt." He smiled blushing a little.

"Aye, well that woulda spoiled the surprise. Let's get ye some clothes and see what else we can find huh?"

Once they got out of the car, a little bit of the happiness fizzled out of Juan, because of the loss of contact with the other man, and the fact that he couldn't hold his hand in public. They'd just started and he was really liking it. Like a teenager with their first partner, everything about Fillip made him giddy and blush.

They walked into the main entrance of the mall, Fillip sighed, looking around. He hated shopping, only going when necessary. He knew they'd never make it out of here before lunch. He eyed a large chain department store and pointed, heading towards it. They made their way through the already crowded mall and into the store.

"Alright boy. Whadya need?"
Juan crooked his head to the side in thought for a moment. "I mean, I think just maybe a pair of pants and a shirt. Are we heading back tomorrow?"

"Aye. Tha's the plan. Less I can weasel out another day. I'm not holdin my breath though." Fillip nodded as he spoke, running his fingers through his hair.

"Okay. Yeah. Um just basic stuff so I have something clean to wear. Maybe some pants to sleep in. I am not sleeping in jeans again."

Fillip grinned a devilish smirk. "Oh aye? I won't complain if ye sleep without yer pants on Juicey Boy."

The color that tinged the other mans face as it heated from the sides of his Mohawk till it was lost under his shirt was so red, Fillip couldnt stop the snickering that escaped him. Juan grinned in embarrassment and looked at Filliped through his lashes as his eyes were angled towards the floor. It took everything in Fillip to control himself and not grab hold of him right there. He looked so adorable and yet so mysteriously sexy at the same time. Underneath that innocent embarrassment was a not so innocent nymph and Fillip couldn't wait to meet him either. "Stop it Chibby. I like sweats, they are comfortable." He mumbled.

Fillip swung an arm around Juan's shoulders much like he would under any other typical circumstance and spoke softly against his ear.
"Oh stop yer poutin ye numpty. Take a compliment from yer Daddy." The words rumbled from his chest in a deeper voice and his accent thickened in a way that typically meant he'd been drinking. Juan shivered at the sound, and the last word of the sentence caused his breath to hitch. He suddenly forgot how to walk, tripping over his feet and choking on the breath he forgot to breathe.

Fillip had thought he was fond of his accent, he always seemed to perk up a little when the man playfully emphasized it at the clubhouse, or in meetings for intimidation purposes. He knew he liked it when he spoke Gaelic even if he couldn't understand a word. He'd seen Juice blush more than once, while he'd been talking to members of SamBel. Of course the other members didn't cause him to do this, his eyes were always fixated on Chibs.

For a brief second, Fillip internally kicked himself in his thoughts. Why in the hell did he wait so long to initiate anything? Why didn't he pick up on this sooner? Guess he had to wait until he felt like he could address his own feelings, before he could tackle the lads. It would be better for both of them that way.

Juan righted himself and laughed, playing off his clumsiness for public show. He fell back into stride next to Fillip as they found the men's section of clothes and he started over to a wall of jeans.
He fumbled through a dark section and pulled out a pair. "What about these? I like the darker ones more than those light colored ones."

Fillip rested his arms on a rack and nodded. "The dark jeans look good on ye. Never saw ye in a light pair. Get a pair that fits ye, not those too big ones ye have to hold up when ye run." He chuckled light heartedly. Juan crinkled up his face, stuck out his tongue and flipped him the bird. Fillips mouth hung open and his eyes went wide, playfully offended.
"My pants fit just fine thank ye very much." He emphasized the ye, picking on Fillips accent.
"Ye little ass. Who do ye think ye are? Talkin to me like tha? I have never in all my years been so offended."
Juan saw an opportunity so he took it. "That's a lot of years...Daddy."
Fillip slowly moved from the rack and walked around to where Juan was standing, before Juan had time to react he gripped him in a headlock and knuckled his Mohawk. "I may have years lad, but I'll always get ye."
They were laughing hysterically, Juan was swatting him with the jeans in his hand trying to break free. They were a sight to see, if anyone from the club had seen them, they wouldn't have suspected much more than rough housing. The two of them knew though, that under the surface, set to simmer was a whole other life they just set to boil. Fillip saw a store clerk rounding a corner and he quickly let go of Juan before they got caught and kicked out. He quickly and seriously started looking at pants, at first confusing Juan.  The other quickly caught on, catching his breath he looked through the jeans also. Once the clerk walked past them Fillip let out a deep sigh.
"Yer stokin a fire boy." He looked at Juan to see his face. He was smiling and blushing brightly again.

"I can try these on. They will probably fit better than the ones I usually get." He spoke casually.

"Lad I was kidding. Get what ye like."

"Chibby, I never try them on. I don't get them that way on purpose. I'll try them on since im not here by myself."

Half an hour, and three pairs of jeans later, he had some he liked. Fillip shook his head thinking to himself. We came for one and we're getting three, not much different than the women I've dated. Juan walked around to another area where there were shirts folded up and some hanging, of course he looked through those. He picked out several that he liked, after he considered the sale sign, it made sense he'd said to get them in twos because they were buy one get one free. Another hour later they finally had a pair of pajama pants, a pack of socks, underwear, white undershirts, a belt, and something Fillip hadn't came close to expecting. An orange T-shirt with some character he didn't recognize on it, that apparently Juan really liked from some movie, Fillip had never seen, or heard of, but he picked it out just for him.
Juan's face lit up when Fillip agreed to the silly shirt. He thought it was hysterical and something he could wear just when they escaped.

"So ye wanna leave all this at the house ye think? Then ye'd have something when we come back. Won't need to pack as much. Till we get it stocked, then we won't need to pack at all. That'd be nice aye?"

Juan smiled and nodded. "That'd be good. I can't wait to come back, I don't want to leave though." Juan pulled out his wallet to pay the lady for the items but Fillip reached over his head and handed the lady his card. Juan crunches up his face and glared at the other man. "I coulda got that Fillip." He scoffed.

"I know. Is my fault though ye didn't bring anything." He shrugged and grabbed the bags, leaving Juan standing there gaping at him like a fish out of water.

They walked out to the car and Fillip put the items in the trunk, while Juan buckled in. Once Fillip joined him in the car, and got settled, Juan grabbed his face and pressed his lips against the other mans. This time it was much more calculated, his aim was precise and he was not timid. He wrapped an arm around Fillips neck holding him in place as he kissed him, trying to make sure his thank you made its way from his soul to Fillips some how.

When they broke away, Fillip rested a hand on Juan's face, rubbing his jawline soothingly. "Yer welcome lad." Fillip smiled at him and turned to put the car in drive.