What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Stockton was sterile and disgusting at the same time. Juice wasn't sure how they managed to pull that off but they did. Everything felt dirty despite its shiny clean disguise. Last time he was here he'd been shanked in the kidney and thought he wasn't going to make it. He'd been pimped out to someone for protection, thankfully he was rescued in time. He'd been stuck with Clay in a cell. He hated thinking about that. He'd never talked about that. Sure jokes were made here and there but no one knew for sure what had really happened.

Tig and Juice went through the intrusive visitor intake. Juice hated this part but he knew it was worth it to get to see Chibs. He couldn't wait to see him, he felt like he'd waited a year already.

He'd  been permitted regular visitation, so no glass would be between them, he could hug him, hell he could kiss him if he was brave enough. He wasn't brave enough but he wanted kisses so much.

The doors buzzed around the big room and every time an inmate entered that wasn't Chibs his heart sank a little. Tig had let him come back alone for this part, he was going to meet with the other guys. Jax would be through glass, he figured starting there would be best. Give them all some privacy.

Juices knee bounced up and down anxiously, his nails were chewed bloody. Finally he heard that familiar brogue from the hallway as Chibs chatted casually with the guard that walked him down.
Juice couldn't hide his smile, his face beamed with excitement, his body shook with it. Chibs walked into the room and his eyes made a quick survey.

"Juicy Boy!" He blurted out a little too lousy making heads turn and the guard clear his throat.

Juice used all the restraint he had to not run into his arms, he didn't think Chibs was ever going to make it across the short distance separating them.

Chibs arms outstretched waiting for Juice to curl into him. He did, Juice melted to his touch, breathing in his scent deeply. He smelled different, like laundry detergent and weird shampoo but he smelled the same also. He couldn't help but snuggle his face into the crook of the mans neck, discreetly kissing him behind his ear. "I miss you so much Fillip." He whispered before breaking the hug.

"I miss you love." He pushed them apart and looked him over. "Let me get a good look at you. You behaving?"

Juice nodded and smiled.
"Thas a good lad. Let's sit." Juice sat in one of the chairs at the small table, kicking one out gently for Fillip. He didn't know what to say, he just kept staring at Fillip as if he thought he'd vanish.

"I got yer letter. It came pretty fast. Ye can write whatever ye wan to, ain't no body gonna read it. Well ye know the guards or whatever will, so jus be careful ye know wha I'm saying lad?"

"Kay. How are you doing in here?" Juice asked quietly.

Fillip smiled at him and clapped his hand on his shoulder. "I'm fine Juicy. Not my first rodeo lad. I'd be better if I was home with ye. How are ye holding up?"

Juice looked at his hands, his fingers picking at his nails. "M'fine. Tigs been staying at my place. He's been oddly nice to me but it's fine. He knows bout us." He looked shyly up at Fillip, his big eyes looked worried.

"Aye." He nodded. "He prolly figured tha one out easy. Good he's stayin wit ye. Any more trouble from that sheriff?"

Juice shook his head no. They eventually got lost in small talk for a while, catching up on the time that had gone by. Juice told him about Jessie and how they're absolutely just friends.

"Lad. If it were more than that, it'd be fine ye know. I'm in here, yer out there. I don't wan ye to stop living."

Juice looked horrified at him. "Don't wanna be with someone else. I can just wait for you. I'll be fine."

Chibs shook his own head in disbelief, placing his hand over Juices on the table. "How did I get so lucky to get ye lad?"

"Do you think you'll get the whole year? Like what are the odds you can come home sooner?" Juice blurted out not meaning to even ask.

"Well, the lawyer said there a chance we can get out after six months. Depends on a few various things. We will see alrigh lad. Don worry bout me okay."

Tigs voice was booming down the hall, Juice cringed because that meant it was about time to go. He didn't want to go. It seemed like he'd just got there,an hour anywhere else would have drug by. Like it did while he was waiting to get here.

"What if I got locked up so I could come be with you here?" He tried to sound playful but Chibs didn't laugh. His face got serious and his eyes bore into Juices soul.

"Lad, ye stay out there for me okay? That plan would never work, don risk it. Ye just be a good lad and I'll be home 'for ye know it." They stood and this time Juice threw his arms around the other man. He didn't care who was watching, the wall he had built wouldn't hold any more. His eyes filled with tears, he clinched onto Chibs inmate scrub top.

Chibs held him tightly, kissing the top of his head, he rubbed his back soothingly. Tig approached slowly, he locked eyes with Chibs, his own heart breaking at the scene.

"Daddy, I-i don't w-want go. P-please. (Sniffles)" His voice became more incoherent and raw from the tears. "I'llbegoodIpromise. Please! Daddy. C-ca-can't make it outtheremyself. I can't." His voice was low, muffled in Daddy's shirt. Fillip felt his heart breaking, he didn't expect this, he wished it was easier for them. He shushed him, and tried to sooth him as best he could.

"Juan." He whispered. Despite Tig being close enough to hear the exchange he decided now wasn't the time to be concerned with club appearances. "Juan Carlos, I love ye lad. I love ye so much. Yer gonna be fine. Yer stronger than ye think, and yer gonna get on just fine. Ye can come see me every Thursday. Tig is gonna be with ye lad, ye won be alone. Jus try an calm down for me lad. They're gonna come get me soon, I don't wanna see ye crying when I walk away. Okay." He looked at Tig with almost pleading eyes. Tig nodded understanding the message left unspoken.

This stays between them. Don't bring it up less Juice does. Take care of the lad.

"Ye smile for me Juan Carlos. Show me tha big bright smile." Juan Carlos smiled as best he could, his red eyes looking desperate.

"There ye go lovey. Hey ye know what?"
Juan shrugged.
"Ye can think of all the things ye want to do, all the fun dirty things ye want to try and write them to me. No body gon read it but me. That'd pass the time huh."

Juan giggled a little now his cheeks flushing red.
The guards entered the room, letting them know visitation was over. Chibs pulled Juice and Tig in for one more hug.

"Keep the boat floating till we get home Tig." Tig nodded and they all reluctantly separated.
Tig placed his hand on Juices shoulder, smiling at Chibs he started to lead them out of the room.

He'd of course have to talk to one of them about what was going here. Why had Juice called him Daddy, why did Chibs call him Juan Carlos? Tig shook the thoughts from his head. He didn't care, he'd done his share of kinky things over the years. He could help take care of Juice while Fillip was inside. Whatever exactly that meant. His mind drifted over this morning, how Juice had acted. He thought fleetingly, about telling Venus she was an auntie to their new little boy. Despite the situation, she'd be excited to have someone else to take care of. She seemed to thrive on keeping Tig out of trouble as it were.

The ride home was quiet, Juice just stared out the window. While Tig had wanted him to be quiet this was too quiet. He didn't think his heart could hurt this much for another person but it was shattered right now. Juice hopped out of the van when they got to TM and immediately mounted his bike. Tig tried to wave him down, get him to come inside for bit. He didn't want to talk to anyone he just wanted to go home and get into bed. He revved his engine and took off.