Rivals ? - Chapter 20: Chapter 20

Although it was close to midnight, he rang the doorbell. He hadn't seen Juice in a week; every time they planned something, one of the clubs needed them. Something was coming; it felt like the air was electrically charged. All his brothers were moody, as if they all sensed someone was watching them without having proof of it. It ate at him.
He had asked Sammy to stay with Sasha tonight. She was the only one who knew about his relationship with Juice. With wide eyes, she had stared at him when he told her; after she had hugged him happily.
The door swung open.
Raine smirked at the sight of Juice's stunned face. He hadn't informed his friend; he'd wanted to surprise him.
He went inside, kicking the door shut with his heel and pushing his boyfriend roughly against the wall. It felt like he couldn't live a second longer without his lips; he kissed him passionately, letting his excitement getting the best of him.
His hands slipped underneath Juice's shirt while his lips attacked the skin of his neck. The man gasped when Raine's hands roamed across his warm body. Through the thin sweatpants, he could feel the effect his touches had on Juice, making him grow too.
"I couldn't be without you any longer," Raine grunted in his ear.
Suddenly, Juice pushed him away. Raine stumbled backwards, glancing at his boyfriend in confusion. He caught a glimpse of Juice's smirk, then the boy grabbed the collar of his kutte and backed him up against the opposite wall. The kiss that followed was hot and heavy; his whole body seemed to tremble, while he moaned into Juice's mouth.
"You're so fucking hot," Raine said in a hoarse voice. "So damn sexy."
He loved this confident and dominant side of Juice. He also liked his shyness which made him become all wet inside, but it was this mix that kept the man on his mind 24/7.
Juice tugged at his lip with his teeth. "Too bad for you, I already invited two girls over."
"They were out of men?" he teased.
Juice chuckled, a sound that made his heart flutter. "I didn't want to make you jealous."
His hands glided around Juice's behind and he pulled the man closer. His eyes searched for those of his lover. "Don't worry about that. You don't dare to do more than kissing 'em anyway."
He smirked, satisfied when Juice's cheeks turned red. That however, didn't keep Juice from moving his hand to Raine's crotch to grab him. "You can't convince me it was my kisses that made you cum last week."
"My own fantasies are to blame."
"Fantasies about me giving you a hand job?"
Through the fabric of his pants, Juice kneaded him. Raine wanted nothing more than to pull down those cursed jeans, but he didn't. Not here in the hallway. Instead, he raised his hand and caressed the side of Juice's face.
"I missed you," he said honestly.
The look in Juice's eyes changed. He loved the vulnerability in them, the way he could completely expose himself by just one look. His hand left his erection and moved to his hip. The kiss that followed was soft and loving, and Raine closed his eyes for a moment. Because of a sudden longing for an intimate embrace, he pulled his friend into a tight hug.
He was still stunned by the feelings Juice called up inside him. He had never experienced something like this with his exes. Such a feeling of... being complete when the man was holding him. The fear that he might lose him one day, was paralyzing.
For a long time, they were holding each other. When Raine pulled away, Juice studied his face. "Rough day?"
He sighed. "Yeah."
Sometimes, he hated the fact that he couldn't tell his boyfriend what was on his mind. That there were rumors that someone had discovered their secret storage unit; that they had been forced to move all their shit, while still needing to find out if there actually was a threat. Saying nothing about it was safer than sharing little details.
Juice's hand slipped into Raine's and he took him to the living room and the kitchen. Skye looked up from the couch, a book in her lap. She greeted him with a warm smile.
Juice didn't need to ask what he wanted to drink; instead he got themselves something strong. Next to each other, they sat down on the couch. For a while they chatted. It however, didn't take long before they quietly leaned against each other, while Raine was drawing invisible lines on the inside of Juice's arm.
The Son got up. "Come on, let's go to sleep."
There was a chuckle at the other end of the couch. "Is that the kind of sleep by which I better put on some music because of the high moan frequency?"
Juice kicked her foot. "You won't find better music anyway."
She grinned. "Touché. But it makes me feel lonely."
"Nope, you're not going to join us. Just play here with yourself."
Raine chuckled; he loved their close friendship. He got up, laying his hands on Juice's hips and slowly forcing him to walk backwards, towards his bedroom.
"You heard it, Sky. My boyfriend wants me all to myself."
"Uh-huh. That's why you're my boyfriend."
His goodnight to Skye existed of a wink, then the two bikers stumbled into Juice's bedroom. Locking lips, they undressed each other until they were only wearing boxers. A sigh of longing rolled off his lips when their upper bodies were pressed together. Their lips attacked each other again, their tongues making up lost time when their hands claimed every piece of skin.
. . .
"You liked it?" Raine asked. They were lying next to each other, both panting. They hadn't gone much further, although their position had been different since Raine had been seated behind his lover. He knew the idea of being bottom troubled Juice, and he'd wanted to ease him into the idea, even though he had decided he would be the first one giving himself like that to his lover.
Juice looked up to him. There was shame in his eyes, telling him he'd liked it. He didn't know where Juice's shame was coming from; he still seemed to be afraid to lose his masculinity.
He stroked Juice's side. "Sometimes I fantasize about it," he said honestly. "That we're having sex. That you're inside me. You think that's a turnoff?"
"No," Juice whispered.
"Does it make me less of a man?"
Juice swallowed. A blush spread across his cheeks. "Nothing will make you less of a man."
"The same can be said about you. It's okay to have fantasies like that. It's okay to think it's hot. I don't know where your shame is coming from, but I'm not ashamed of it. And if I'm not ashamed, you don't have to be ashamed either." He leaned into Juice, kissing his lips before they locked eyes again. "It's nobody's business what we do with each other. Nobody will ever know anyway. It's all about what we like; what turns us on; what makes us feel good."
"But I don't know what I like, what makes me feel good," he said, his eyes dropped.
"You do know. Your body speaks a clear language. You will freeze if you don't like it, you will no longer be in the mood to go on. And that's not what happened a few minutes ago; it turned you on. Unless I read you all wrong."
"No," Juice said quietly. "I liked it. It – it felt good." His fingers wandered across Raine's stomach while he looked up, only slightly touching him. "Everything you do feels good."
The words made his stomach flutter. He pulled Juice in his arms. "That's how I feel about it too." He kissed him. "I never regretted us, not for a second," he said. "It feels like all my former relationships are a joke. I never felt like this about anyone. I think – I think I love you, Juice."
Juice laced their fingers, smiling at him. "I love you too. I loved you since the moment you gave me that Rubik's Cube."
He smiled back, stroking Juice's thumb. "What happened to my sister is horrible. Her cancer took her away from me, but it also gave me something beautiful. You. You're like a light in a world that was dark. You make me happy while I believed I would never be happy again."
He heard Juice swallow. The glance in his eyes was fragile, his smile shaky.
His purity was so beautiful.
"I'm sure of it," Raine whispered. "I love you."
He leaned over to his friend again, kissing him softly. He tasted salt, even though he wasn't sure whose tears he was tasting. Nothing itched down his cheeks and yet it felt like they were both crying. Of happiness – a happiness they'd never thought to find and especially not in each other.
. . .
A vibrating phone woke him up. It was still dark outside, alarming him. He sat up straight, because of which Juice's arm slid down his stomach, resting on his lap. The boy snored on, undisturbed. The device on Juice's side of the bed was lighting up and he shook the man's shoulder.
"Someone's calling you."
Something between a grunt and a moan left Juice's lips. He touched for the vibrating phone on the nightstand.
"The club?" Raine asked.
"Yeah," he muttered.
Raine nodded, got out of bed and left the room so Juice could take the call without fearing that his boyfriend picked up on something. The clock in the living room told him it was half past six. Since there were no curtains in front of the windows in the living room, he noticed it was dusky outside. Heading to the kitchen, he filled a glass with water and leaned against the counter top to wait until Juice had finished the conversation.
It didn't take very long; a few minutes later Juice came out of the room.
"You gotta go?" Raine guessed.
"Yeah," Juice sighed.
"Something bad happened?"
Juice shook his head. "No... I don't think so." He seemed to hesitate.
Raine wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close and kissing him briefly. "That's all I need to know. Go get dressed, I will make you a quick breakfast."
Juice's hands trailed up and down his sides. "Thanks."
While Juice returned to his room, Raine filled two glasses with milk. Although he'd only slept here a few times, he knew his way around the kitchen so his boyfriend could sit down at the table once he was dressed.
Making breakfast was something so simple... and yet, it messed with his head. Would he ever be able to share a house with his boyfriend? Probably only when they had handed in their kuttes. A step he rather not think about. Not because he couldn't imagine a life without the club, but because he doubted they would ever let him leave knowing it was for the sake of a Son.
Raine tried to push the thought away. That was irrelevant right now. He wanted to savor the moment; last night, waking up next to his boyfriend and making him breakfast.
Raine sat down on a chair and started to eat too. They didn't say a lot to each other, although there was no tense silence. He was still tired, and his friend was deep in thoughts.
"I'll clean it up," he said when Juice was about to take the dishes to the kitchen. "Just go."
Juice hesitated, then he nodded, pecking his lips before he started to put on his boots. Raine gathered their breakfast things and took them to the kitchen. He was busy putting everything in the dishwasher when Juice's arms glided around him, his lips descending down his neck.
"I won't mind getting used to a boyfriend who's standing half naked in the kitchen."
Chuckling, Raine turned around. "Let's see if your roommate likes that idea too."
"I already know she will." Juice grinned, roaming his hands across Raine's torso and sighing softly. He rested his chin on Raine's shoulder. "I hate to leave already."
"Duty calls," he answered lightly. Pushing Juice away, he stuck out his tongue. "Just be a good obedient Son."
Juice rolled his eyes, although a smirk crossed his face. After pressing another kiss against Raine's lips, he turned around, grabbed his stuff and headed to the front door.
From behind the kitchen window he watched his friend leave, intending to wait at least half an hour before he would go out on the streets himself. In Juice's closet he searched for a towel, a shirt and a clean boxer. He'd come here on a whim, not taking anything with him. His clothes however, smelled because of his long working day.
After taking a shower he prepared to leave. Skye hadn't shown her face; she probably started work late. Outside, he put his kutte in the storage box; he didn't want to provoke a fight.
Only when he had left the town, he stopped the bike on a side road to put on his kutte – somehow he felt naked and vulnerable without wearing it. Placing his hands back on the handlebars, he hit the gas.
His arms tensed when he noticed two bikes in the distance. Nobody had a reason to hurt him – and yet it wouldn't be the first time in biker history. The two vehicles raced towards him and he decided to avoid eye contact once they would pass him.
It never came that far.
Suddenly, a black van sped out of a side road, driving the two bikers off the road.
Raine cursed, his heart beating like crazy. The van took off without paying attention to the two bikers. The sight of all the blood on the asphalt made him feel sick; there were even some motor parts. A little further ahead on the shoulder, two men were laying, the black leather telling him they were Sons.
He was in doubt; it was hard to estimate how the two would respond to him. But these guys were Juice's brothers; if they needed medical help and he refused to help them, he would never be able to look his boyfriend in the eye again. Especially when one of them died. He crossed the road, jumped off his bike and started to run. One of the bikes had hit a tree; the body laying lifelessly next to it in a pool of blood.
Oh fuck – this was bad. Really bad.
Especially because the other biker wasn't helping his friend. Was he unconscious – or even dead? The man was laying half under his bike. Raine hurried to the one next to the tree first. Blood – there was so much blood... He had to call an ambulance; he wouldn't be of much help. He reached for the cell phone in his pocket.
Behind him, he heard a superhuman growl and the bike shifted a bit. Raine turned around to help the other to get the Harley off his body. Before he could stretch out his hands to do anything, the bald Son pulled a gun and fired without an ounce of hesitation. An explosion of pain spread through his stomach; it felt like he was torn apart. Screaming he stepped back, in disbelief his shaking hands touched for the blood pouring out of the stomach wound.
He tripped over a tree root and fell on the ground. The pain was horrible, yet he forced himself on his knees to get up and stumble to his bike. He had to leave – he had to leave before that asshole would put another bullet in his body.
It was only a few steps to his bike, but it felt like he was running a marathon. He panted, whimpering because of the pain. His fingers clawed into his seat when he reached his Harley. Before he could climb on top of it, his legs collapsed.
There were voices in the distance, but his world turned dark and he could no longer keep his eyes open.