What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Tig let them into the house, scuffing his boots off at the door. Venus wasn't home, she was out at Diosa or doing something else she liked to do. Tig wasn't sure what, he didn't feel the need to keep tabs on her.

"Go lay down, you look exhausted. I'll come get you up in an hour and we can talk okay?" Tig shrugged off his cut and hung it on the coat rack. That was new, Venus had been making herself at home and Tig was happy. Hell he didn't care if she painted the house pink as long as she was living with him in it. He felt the same way about Juice and Chibs, no matter what anyone in the club thought about them, they'd be alright as long as they had each other.

He watched as Juice made his way down the hall and into what had become his room. Once the door closed he plopped himself into his favorite chair.

He went over his conversation with Chibs over and over, but he couldn't figure out where the line was. He didn't want to cross a boundary, and now that Chibs was coming home what did that mean? Sure Juice needed a lot of things, one of them being guidance, and he really seemed to like it whenever someone was proud of him. But what, was Tig just supposed to go on and spank the boy just because he was all messed up inside? He wasn't his dominant, he didn't want to play a part he would also be giving up.

Juice was very submissive, even outside of their own private worlds. He was aware of the conversation Chibs has with Tig, he had seemed almost hopeful when Tig mentioned it. Tig thought about it all, he knew they had guidelines for their relationship, things they hadn't done. He also knew Juice had been slowly unraveling, but every time he saw Chibs he seemed okay and then the spiral got bigger. The inconsistency wasn't good for him, Tig slowly put it all together. Even when Chibs got back, Tig would still have to have a part in this. This life would separate them more often than any of them would like.

He figured if Chibs meant what he'd said, then he needed to stop being so soft with the boy. He was feeding off of Tigs uncertainty, even if the uncertainty was in trying not offend him. As far as the lifestyle went Tig definitely knew his way around, more so than Chibs. That's why Chibs had come to him in the first place right? Tig decided then that for the next several days he'd keep a strict eye on Juice, keep him in line, reprimand infractions, stop letting things slide because the kid was upset. He'd have him on the straight on narrow when Chibs got back, for sure.

It was a good thought he figured, but Juice, he would definitely not make it easy. Tig looked at his watch, it had been an hour.

He softly tapped on the door before opening it, looking in at Juice curled up on the bed. He looked so calm, so sweet, nothing like the criminal they all were.

"Juice. It's time to get up." He shook him a little causing him to stir.

Juice stretched out on the bed, smiling up at Tig.
"Thanks for letting me take a nap. We going back to the clubhouse?" He yawned and stretched again before rolling off the bed.

Tig nodded. "Yeah in a bit. Want to talk to you first. Get yourself woken up good and meet me in the living room." He turned and went back down the hall.

He was sitting in his chair again when Juice came into the room. He sat on the couch across from Tig and clapped his hands together before squeezing them between his knees.
"What's up man?"

"So you know about the conversation I had with Chibs right?" Tig asked bluntly, never being one to sugar coat anything.

"Yeah. Is everything okay?" He sounded hesitant.

Tig nodded again. "Yeah, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. If he's coming home soon, I need to be who you need me to be. Keep you together till he gets here."

Juice looked at him confused, forehead crinkling up.
"You've been doing fine Tig. I appreciate everything you've done for me. Really."

Tig sighed. "Yeah but, I've been very careful. Now that some things have been made more clear to me I feel like somethings need to happen."

Juice flushed, as Tig detailed to him what Chibs had told him. They went over what was okay, what wasn't okay. What Juice wanted when Chibs got home. Hard limits, and needs.

"Alright then, just know that I'm probably stricter than your daddy is. I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't talk to me about this before. In fairness I want you to know that I've done this before, I've worked with several subs over the years. I enjoy it, a lot. Situations have been both sexual and not, this is aiming more towards not. I will not under any circumstances disrespect your dom, I am not a replacement. I am a temporary dominant, you agree to obey and work within the confines of this arrangement?" Tig was very serious, he made goosebumps pop up all over Juices skin.

That deep burning inside of Juice was lit up, almost as hot as it got when he was with Daddy.

"Yes sir."

"You understand that when Daddy gets back, our arrangement will end, unless we discuss it further with your dominant? That decision is primarily yours. He will not decide for you."

"Yes sir."

"Great. Then tonight we will go over a few basic stances that would be good for you to know. Will save him some time, he mentioned you hadn't had time to get to it before he got taken in. These are things I've already gotten the okay for, so as long as you're comfortable."

Juice nodded enthusiastically.
"Words Juice. I do require a verbal answer. I understand per your Daddy that in little space you're mostly non-verbal. Anytime outside of that, I will need a verbal response. Do you understand this?"

"Yes sir."

Tig stood up and walked past him. Just from their conversation he seemed to calm down considerably. The boy may be a submissive, but one thing Tig had learned, he was far from weak. Having one of them with him just might make him a stronger Son.

"If you don't have any questions, grab your cut. Let's get back to the clubhouse."

Juice grabbed his cut, still a little dumbfounded at what just happened. Sure it may only be a few days, but it was a few days that would be exciting. He hoped the chaos inside his head would calm down also, Tig being in charge, for real, meant he didn't have to be. Everything seemed manageable that way.