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Jax Teller sat at the bus station in Colorado Springs, he was free from prison after four and a half long years. Homeland Security moved him out of California for his own ‘safety’ but Jax knew it was to isolate him. No visitors in that whole time.
The gun running wasn’t his idea and protested the club doing it, in the end, he took the fall for SAMCRO. It felt like a setup; Jax was supposed to be the next king of the club, but nope. Opie was married and had his family and Jax, well he wasn’t. His lawyer found out that there were money laundering charges pending along with a bunch of other bullshit. There was a plea deal struck and he was practically forced to sign it. The prince was being deposed. The club severed their relationship with Jax to protect themselves. Apparently, everyone did.
In his hand was a letter from his mother reiterating that SAMCRO voted him out when he was convicted. And he wasn’t welcome back home. That was a huge kick in the nuts too.
‘Jackson,
Most of your assets were liquidated with your conviction, including your bike and the one your dad owned. Contained in here is a debit card for your use. Do not come home and do not contact anyone here. Including me.
Gemma’
His mother gave him two thousand dollars and told him to fuck off. He needed to get back to California to get the SAMCRO Reaper removed before the Club found him and did it for him. Probably as painfully as possible. He never sold any of them out and yet here he was: excommunicated.
His life got fucked when he was barely twenty-one and now, he was at twenty-five facing that fucked life. Homeless and friendless and with his life potentially under threat. There was a place in Alameda that he heard could remove large tattoos, but he had to find the place. Worse, he heard that it was an underground place, hidden from everyone. One of his fellow inmates said it was an herbalist shop and the guy who ran it was odd. But that he heard the guy saved a few people from a vampire. Who knew what to believe?
More than one person in the federal prison he got stashed in talked about vampires. And the stories didn’t sound like bullshit. One of the guards talked about his old prison got wiped out by a vampire attack. And there was a closed prison in Wyoming that had no explanation. Jax wanted to call bullshit, but he didn’t. So, he sought out a place that could remove the Reaper before the Sons burned it off him. That meant he couldn’t go to a parlor to get it removed. Any of the ones that could would sell him out. He knew that instinctively.
Jax saw the shop. He walked in and looked around. It was in an old industrial area slowly being revitalized and had no indication that this was an herbal shop on the outside, but inside, it was full of plants and other…stuff. He’d never seen such oddities but he liked them. They were cool in ways he couldn’t describe.
“What can I do for you?”
Jax noticed a thin man, not much more than him, pretty hazel eyes and a hidden strength. “I need a tattoo removed. Was told this place could do it. I can’t go to a parlor.” He paused for a moment. “I’m also limited on funds.”
The other man offered his hand. “I’m Stiles. Tell me why.”
Jax looked at the man. “I…” He took a deep breath. “When I was convicted of gun running, and some of the evidence was planted I was told later, I never said anything. Kept my mouth shut. I was thrown out of my club anyway. The Reaper on my back needs to go before they find me. They will burn it off me if I don’t.” He really didn’t want to smell his own flesh being burned off. Or feel it getting burned off either.
Stiles motioned for Jax to follow him. The room was sunny and there was a massage table in the middle of it. “Strip completely and lay face down on the table.”
He heard the clanking of bottles and then felt a drizzle on his back. It was cool and then started to warm up.
“Tell me, did you betray the oath you took when you got this piece on your back? Tattoos are rituals as old as humanity. They are bonds made physical.”
“No,” Jax whispered. “I didn’t betray my brothers.”
“What else happened?” Stiles asked as he poured a third liquid on that well defined back.
“My mother told me not to come home or call her again. I’ve been disowned.” Jax had a complicated relationship with her, but he felt hollowed out stating that new reality.
“I see,” Stiles said as he rubbed more of the combined oils on that back.
“Planted evidence, a betrayal of authority. Excommunication, a betrayal of an oath upheld, and disowned, a betrayal of blood bonds. Thrice you’ve been wronged. Do you attest to this?” Stiles asked as he came around to look at Jax. In his hand was a ball and it glowed slightly.
“Yes,” Jax said and it hurt. Deep inside where he should have been supported, trusted, and loved. Now he was hunted, lost, and alone. It hurt to his core.
The ball glowed and Stiles moved behind Jax. “I learned this from a druid a few years ago. I traveled for a few months after I graduated from NYU. This is going to erased your tattoo. It will hurt, but it’s a new beginning.”
For Jax felt like his skin was being scraped raw, but as the stone passed over each part of his back, it felt better after the stinging heat. Jax lost track of time.
He slowly came back to himself. The tug of tape on his back told him it was bandaged. The massage table was in the middle of the room and he was placed in an overstuffed sofa. His clothes were folded on that table and Jax realized he was still naked. Panic surged through him.
“You’re safe,” Stiles said as he walked back into the room. He had a cup of tea in his hand and offered it to Jax. “You’ve been out an hour.” Stiles sat on the arm of the sofa opposite Jax’s head. He watched as the man sipped the tea.
Getting up, Stiles slid the glass door open that led to an inner garden between buildings. “Go sleep in the sun. You’re safe here. I don’t think you realize how much removing that symbol took out of you.”
Jax slipped his boxers on, but stayed unclothed otherwise. He saw the hammock and climbed in at Stiles’ nod. He was out like a light.
Jax milled about in the garden. Stiles let him sleep in the hammock undisturbed while he had to work upstairs. Jax hadn’t got that much peaceful sleep in ages.
“Who are you?”
Jax whipped around and saw a guy who was a hair taller than him, but looked more solid. “Jax. Stiles helped me with something.” He shrugged and tried to find his moorings. Ever since his arrest and conviction, he’d been lost and set adrift.
Dean Winchester sat down close, but not next, to Jax. “He called me to come chat with you. Homeless?”
A mirthless chuckle came out of Jax’s mouth. “I have zero prospects and no place to go.”
“But your former club no longer has cause to come after you. Your Reaper is gone and your skin is clean.” Dean shrugged. “Stiles told me. Normally I don’t care for magic, but mainly its witches. Hate witches.”
“I heard about a vampire attack in a prison, but didn’t know this shit existed.” Jax looked up and just pondered everything. “Why are you really here?”
“Part of what we do in that other building is called Underground. We do gay porn, but Stiles doesn’t perform anymore. Graham is off for a few weeks doing something with our owner’s family. He’s a good guy. I think you’d like him.
“I was in the area and Stiles wanted me to talk to you instead of Luke or Ryan. They wouldn’t understand.” Dean offered Jax an orange. “We’ll have dinner soon. But Underground can offer you a way to get some money and not worry either.”
Jax followed Dean into a space above the herbal shop. “Can you tell me about the porn thing?”
Dean sat down on a couch and motioned for Jax to sit as well. “Can you tell me if you had sex in while in prison?”
Jax let his head fall back. “I sucked some cock. Had to in order to keep a few people off me. I didn’t get fucked. And I didn’t get my dick sucked either.” Jax frowned for a moment and looked away. “If I hadn’t gotten sick, appendix, I probably would have spent the whole time with a damned cage on my dick. Only spent fourteen months that way, but I lost all my swagger.”
It was a horrible time for him. Days after he arrived, he was jumped in the shower and a too small cage was forced over his dick. They laughed as they broke off the key in the slot. Jax’s dick was locked away from use. Relentlessly mocked, harassed, and dominated. A week after it happened, he was moved to the Colorado prison.
The attack and move were done to destroy him and would have if not for his appendix almost killing him. There were scars above his dick from where they had to cut the cage off. They weren’t very visible but he knew they were there. Fourteen horrible months as an emasculated man. He didn’t know if the Sons, and his asshole of a stepfather, were responsible, but it felt that way when he got jumped.
Dean moved closer. “Stiles, he has this way about him, I’m sure you’ve noticed. He kind of recognizes when someone needs something. Like I needed to acknowledge that I was more bisexual than I wanted to admit. Graham needed to be more vocal about his needs. Luke needed to let his submissive nature have an outlet. Ryan, you’d have to meet him to understand that one.
“You, no hardcore scenes or anything like that. You’re broken and to put you back together will require more than what we can provide at the beginning, but we can give you space, time, and support. Plus a few really good orgasms.”
That got Jax to laugh. “My dick hasn’t been in anyone for almost five years. My girlfriend at the time, well, it ended badly.”
Dean moved closer and smiled again. “Would you like to fuck me tomorrow?”
Jax didn’t know what to think. His back had a dull throb but the Reaper was gone. His excommunication was clear now. He bore no marks of SAMCRO. But the idea of fucking Dean wasn’t a turn off. “Sure.”
Stiles and Dean consulted on how the scene should go with Jax and decided to mimic the massage table to get Jax relaxed. Stiles was playing a hunch on getting the scene together.
Dean greeted Jax as he walked into the parlor. “You do look tense. Get on the table and let’s get those muscles relaxed.”
Jax had no idea what was going on but those strong hands worked his shoulders. The heat on his shoulders felt amazing. “This…please don’t stop.” Tension started draining from his neck. “Oh man.”
Working the younger man’s back, Dean listened to the soft moans and sighs. “Lots of tension. You, okay?”
Knowing he had to talk for the cameras, Jax sighed. “Been a rough few years. This feels amazing.” There was just enough pain on his sensitive skin to keep Jax from relaxing too much. Dean’s hands had the magic touch to be sure. It had been far too long since he’d been touched in anything but anger or possession.
Dean slid lower and decided to get Jax to relax and into the scene for real was a bit of sexual heaven. And the best way was to get the guy to moan from a tongue in his ass. Getting rimmed was heaven on earth.
“Oh fuck,” moaned Jax as he felt something completely new. He was into it now. Fuck he was hard as a steel beam between his legs. “Dude, this is…fuck!” Squirming and pushing his ass back, Jax gripped the table as he wanted more. His brain threatened to derail completely with these sensations.
Knowing the signs, Dean stopped and rolled Jax on his back. He grinned at the long cock on display. “Looks like you need to get off, bud.” Dean wouldn’t deny he was attracted to Jax. And that cock had so much promise. He put the uncut head in his mouth and started sucking. His practice on Graham paid off. Graham’s was fat and Jax was thin in comparison if not a bit longer than the former military man.
“Fuck yeah, suck my cock.” Jax thrust his hips instinctively. Reaching down, he grabbed Dean’s short hair and setting the tempo. Years without made him so needy. “Feels fuckin great!”
Quickly, Dean stepped out of the scrubs he was wearing. Gently pushing Jax back, he lowered the table about a foot. Dean was already prepped. “Lay back, bud. Let me do all the work.”
Jax felt a condom get rolled down his cock. He was already aching to cum. He always wore a rubber when he fucked the sweetbutts that hung around the Sons. His mother used to throw women in his path all the time and Jax ate it up. Now part of him wondered why. That was a different life now.
All thought left him as Dean lowered himself onto Jax’s cock. Slowly sinking, Dean moaned. Jax was long enough to reach places that Graham hadn’t but not thick enough to stretch him too much.
Something in Jax unfurled. Something dormant was awakening. His hands grabbed Dean’s hips. “Going to fuck you so hard.” Jax pulled out and kissed Dean hard. He put Dean on his back. Putting Dean’s legs on his shoulders, Jax pushed back in. “Definitely going to fuck you hard!”
The tentative nature prison instilled in Jax broke and he went hard into Dean. “Best fuck I’ve had in years!”
Dean arched his back and tried to pull Jax deeper. “Oh fuck! Harder!”
A wicked grin came across Jax’s face as he leaned down and kissed Dean. “So, fucking good!” He really put his back into fucking his new friend. Jax reached down and stroked Dean’s half hard cock. His long hair fell perfectly to frame his face with Dean’s.
The additional stimulation had Dean clenching down, trying to keep from cumming too soon. But it was a losing battle. Cum blasted out of Dean’s dick with the first spurt hitting the center of his chest.
Jax pulled out and got the stupid condom off to add his cum to the squirts all across Dean’s chest. “You look good with my nutt all over you.” Jax felt the thrum of sexual release coursing through his body. He felt alive again.
That got a laugh out of Dean. “Well, pretty boy, turnabout is fair play.”
Graham sat across from Jax at a dive bar in Oakland. Two shot glasses were on the table in front of them and they had beers in hand. “Are you okay with doing porn?” Graham asked. He’d been doing it for almost four years at this point. It wasn’t his full-time job, but it was a great connection he wasn’t going to give up.
A genuine laugh came out of Jax’s mouth. He was glad he didn’t have beer in his mouth. “Dean took great pleasure in bending me over and fucking me hard in that locker room set. But yes, I don’t dwell on it much. I like the garden between the buildings. Peaceful.”
Taking another pull on his beer, Graham waited a beat before speaking. “I went and had a conversation with your mother and stepfather.”
Jax’s eyebrows met his hairline in an instant. “Why?”
“I have unofficial status with Homeland Security but they gave me a badge just in case. It’s for supernatural issues.” Graham took another pull. “You know too much about werewolves, druids, and vampires. I made it clear that you were now off limits from your old gang and that if they were seen looking for you it would be met with a level of force they could not imagine.”
“And how did my mother take it?” Jax started playing with the napkin on his beer. He hated the insecurity thinking about her brought to him.
“Was very clear with me that you were disowned. And your piece of work stepdad said you’d been kicked out of the gang.” Graham reached over and placed a hand on Jax’s arm. “I wanted to make sure they knew you were free. Sorry, but you can’t go home. They gave me two boxes of your stuff though.”
A deep breath filled Jax’s lungs. He liked Graham and understood why he did what he did. “Thanks. I knew when I got the letter I couldn’t. You sure they will leave me alone?” He’d worry about the boxes later.
“Oh yeah. Ask Stiles what happens to Oath breakers in various druid and magical traditions. You were wronged. They haven’t been sleeping well the last three weeks. Those nightmares have been getting progressively worse.” Graham shrugged. “You can stay over the shop or you can take my spare bedroom if you want.”
That got another laugh. “Your last roommate did a lot of vids with you. Are we?”
“I’ve found I like having a companion in bed with me and not necessarily for sex either.” Graham shrugged. “What can I say, I like cuddling with a solid guy.”
Jax took a moment before he offered a small smile. “I think I can manage that.” He found a different brotherhood and it had different rewards.
**
Jax Teller became of the most prolific performers for Underground. Automotive and mechanic work reminded him of his old life so instead, he started helping Stiles cultivate all the different herbs, flowers, and plants that the shop sold. He ran the Herb shop when Stiles needed to run Underground.
Upon legalization in California, Jax cultivated a few strains of marijuana, providing them to a several dispensaries to sell. Underground developed another revenue stream with that.