What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juan was giddy as he walked through the metal detector, Tig right behind him still. The guard had taken his bag of cookies and went through it all. Juan cringed as he watched the mans hands touch everything in the bag. He could hear Tig telling him quietly "it's just protocol. He's wearing gloves." He trained his face not to react to his disgust, he had learned long ago that it would be interpreted as guilt.

The guard was a gruff man, not much taller than Bobby. He was as big around as he was y'all, and that thought made him giggle internally. His demeanor wasn't pleasing, not the kind of man you'd want to converse with. Sometimes you can just tell a dirty cop when you see one. Juan had learned to spot them. A sick feeling washed over him, he tried to shake it off when the man spoke.
"Juan Ortiz?" The Officer asked in an uncaring tone.

"Yes sir." He spoke softly. Tig was standing behind him trying to comfort him with his presence.

"You're here to visit inmate Telford?" He asked with a raised brow.

Juan nodded, his mouth felt dry and his tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth. "Y-Yes sir."

The guard eyes him suspiciously.
"Didn't know they let fags in a gang. Hmm." He scoffed in disgust. 

"Oh." Was all Juan could peep out.

"You must be the old lady then huh? Bringing him cookies and such. Maybe you'd like a free man to cook for?"

Juan felt his eyes burn, he refused to cry here. Tig on the other hand seethed. He felt more than he saw Tig tense behind him and his fist raise. Juan put his hand on Tigs trying to steady him, make him drop his fist. If he punched a guard Juan would never get to see Fillip and he'd never get out early.

"Watch it." Was all Tig started dropping his hand in defeat, the look in Juan's eyes winning the battle.

The guard looked him over and shrugged.
"You want your fuck visit or not? Better keep the dog on his leash."
He spoke to Juan like he was dirt. He talked about the MC. Worst of all presently he was degrading Tig. Juan was struggling to hold it together. He wanted to see Fillip, not for the reason the guard thought but none the less he wanted to see him.

"Come on then." He pulled Juan's arm roughly. Tig stayed where he was in the waiting area. Trying to calm himself into not killing the guard when this was over. He had a bad feeling about the guard and was really hoping nothing bad happened to Juan while they were gone. Chibs had wanted Juice to come alone, and Tig allowed it, but he didn't have to like it.

Juan looked over his shoulder at Tig. Those big brown eyes pleading, with fear. He was scared, Tig could tell he was scared. He wanted to say fuck it and go through to him. Instead he relented, he gave him a thumbs up and a smile.

"Wait in here. Your man must really want some of you pretty boy. He paid out big for this hour."
The guard didn't give him time to respond before paging over his walkie talkie to another officer.

Juan stood motionless, with his back to room as the door slammed shut, jarring him from his trance like state. The officers words sank in as he looked around the room. This was not a conference room, there was a bed in the corner, like a real bed, not one of those cell bunks. It looked like a bedroom, or a very small studio apartment. Pictures adorned the walls, trying to give the cold cement blocks a more homey feel, a small table and a mini fridge. On the night stand there was a slip of paper, much like you'd find in a hotel room.

Conjugal Room Guidelines
   Congratulations you have earned this time with your family.
In this time we ask that you respect the cleanliness of the room and things be left as you found them. Future privileges can be revoked due to unsanitary conditions.
There are cleaning supplies, as well as family planning prevention in the cabinet under the sink.
Please wipe down room before you leave.
Bed linens should be put into hamper.
Refrigerator is for food and drink items loved ones may bring into the room for over night visits. Do not leave any personal belongings in room, as they will be discarded.
No alcohol will be permitted.
Please enjoy this time. Please help us continue to implement our family bonding program by continuing to respect our facilities.
Thank you
Stockton Penitentiary Staff

Juan dropped the paper back onto the night stand and sat his bag on the table. He felt weak and nervous and was suddenly way less excited about this meeting. A part of him was happy he would get some alone time with Fillip, but he was also terrified of this closed in space. He wanted Tig to be with him, to tell him somehow this was normal or a surprise he knew about.

Surely Fillip didn't ask for this? They weren't married, why would he pay for him to come have sex with him? They hadn't even had sex in the real world, Juan sure as hell wasnt going to do it here.
If he didn't buy the room for sex, what would he be doing in here?

Juan heard loud foot steps, and guards laughing and chatting. His anxiety began to sky rocket and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed to get out of this room but he wouldn't be able too. The door was opening and he was terrified of who would really be on the other side.

He slowly opened his eyes as he felt strong arms wrap around him. Fillip. It was Fillip, he was holding him tightly. Juan felt his knees buckle and he started to fall, thankful for the arms around him. The last thing he heard was the door slam shut and everything went black.