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Unfortunately Beckett isn't the only one who knows about Joe and Deacon, but now something has to be done.
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Joe looked up when he heard a growl come from the other side of the cell door, tensing when he saw Pete with his fangs bared, growling. “H-Hey, Pete...”
“What are you doing in there, Joe?” Pete asked slowly as he pushed the partly open door all the way open and stepped into the room with Patrick and Andy, who was holding a tabby cat that seemed content to watch what was going on.
Joe didn’t answer, instead kissed the top of Deacon’s head, causing the sleeping Deacon to stir slightly. Joe swallowed hard when Pete’s eye twitched at him as Deacon slowly lifted his head and looked at him and then at the others, his eyes blood shot from his hard crying earlier.
“Joe, get up, and get out, we need to have a talk,” Pete said even though his eyes were locked with Deacon, who stared back and tightened his arms protectively around Joe’s mid-section.
Joe brought his hand up and softly stroked Deacon’s hair. “It’s okay, Deac, let me up,” he said softly as Deacon looked at him and hesitated before he nodded and let go before he moved from Joe’s arms, allowing Joe to stand up.
Deacon watched as Joe got up from the bed and walked out of the room with Patrick and Andy hot on his heels as Pete stayed behind to lock the cell door and slam shut the door on the other side.
In the room that could have been considered a lounge, Joe sat down on a couch, with Patrick next to him, and Andy and Pete sitting on the other couch, opposite a small coffee table. “So, what the Hell was that in there Joe?” Pete asked, half demanding as he sat back on the couch, folding his arms over his chest as the cat jumped from Andy’s arms and started wondering around.
Joe ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at Pete. “We, um, well... We’re kind of together,” Joe finally answered after a moment of trying to think of the best way to explain it, “and when we were um...” Joe paused to clear his throat, his cheeks becoming bright red as he tried to think of a quick way to explain what hey were doing without telling too much, “...were, uh, getting intimate-”
“YOU WERE FOOLING AROUND WITH HIM!?” Pete erupted. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”
Andy and Patrick jumped slightly at the sudden outburst, their eyes going as wide as Joe’s eyes had gone. “Jesus, Pete,” Patrick said, “let him finish.”
“No! Because I know exactly where this is fucking going,” Pete snapped as he looked at Patrick while he spoke to him before directing his now fierce gaze to Joe. “Beckett had a connection with his Boys, Patrick, and Joe there touching one of Beckett’s whores-”
Joe’s growl was the first of two things that cut Pete off, the second being Joe’s own sudden outburst when he stood up and yelled, “Quit fucking calling him a whore!” He glared at Pete who looked surprise by the eruption from the quiet guy. “He’s not a whore, not even by fucking title. His name is Deacon, start fucking saying it!”
Andy, Patrick, and Pete stared at Joe, who blanched under the sudden attention and quickly sat down, muttering an apology for yelling. “Continue...”
“By touching Deacon, he just called Beckett’s attention as to where his discarded pet is...” Pete finished after a few moments of staring with shock at Joe. “So... Does this all have something do with you calling us back to the house?” Pete questioned.
Joe sighed and nodded. “While we were...you know...he started screaming, like his body had been set on fire or something, just screaming,” Joe answered, frowning as the screams echoed in his mind once more. “When he finally stopped screaming, he started crying his fucking eyes out, and I couldn’t leave him like that, Pete... He told me Beckett caused the pain, I wanted you guys here so I could tell you that Beckett knows where he is and where we are.”
Andy ran his fingers through his hair before adjusting his glasses. “Well, I hate to say it Joe, but this was stupid of you, but I’m not mad since it’s not your fault. You didn’t know about Beckett’s bond, and neither did any of us, except Pete over there. But fuck, this isn’t good at all...”
“What are we going to do?” Pete questioned to no one, merely voicing his own thoughts. “Beckett knows we have Deacon, and where we are, which means he could pop up at anytime...”
“Well, we could think of making a run to the other warehouse, but it would take days to work on with just Andy, Joe, and I, especially if we want everything moved,” Patrick answered, even though he knew the question hadn’t been directed to anyone in particular.
“So, what’s with the cat?” Joe asked after several moments as he looked around the room for the orange tabby Andy had been holding when the guys first returned home.
Andy sighed as he tried to calm down from what Joe had just told them. “He was wondering around looking for food, and you know me, I couldn’t let him starve...”
“I vote no more fucking strays,” Pete growled as he tried to keep from lashing out at Joe, who was stupid enough NOT to keep his hands off of Deacon. In his dreams was one thing, Beckett couldn’t tell anything then, but skin to skin, Beckett could know as soon as it happened, depending on how strong his connection was with the Boy. “Dammit Joe, what the fuck were you thinking!?” Pete demanded as he turned an angered gaze on Joe, who looked as guilty as a five-year-old who accidently broke Mommy’s perfume.
“Pete, he didn’t know,” Patrick softly cut in as he put his hand on Joe’s shoulder and looked at Pete. “Plus you can’t help who like man, so leave him alone.”
“Patrick, have you heard anything I’ve said? This is bad, and now we need to think of something to do as soon as fucking possible and we have no idea where to start.”
“Well,” spoke an unfamiliar voice from the mini kitchen that was in the same open space as the so-called living room, “you sure are in a tight squeeze, aren’t you?”
[Author's Note: For you, Emmi, what you wanted, one of them anyway lol. The other thing we discussed will be on the way =) As for you others, who is in their home and how did this stranger get in?]
“What are you doing in there, Joe?” Pete asked slowly as he pushed the partly open door all the way open and stepped into the room with Patrick and Andy, who was holding a tabby cat that seemed content to watch what was going on.
Joe didn’t answer, instead kissed the top of Deacon’s head, causing the sleeping Deacon to stir slightly. Joe swallowed hard when Pete’s eye twitched at him as Deacon slowly lifted his head and looked at him and then at the others, his eyes blood shot from his hard crying earlier.
“Joe, get up, and get out, we need to have a talk,” Pete said even though his eyes were locked with Deacon, who stared back and tightened his arms protectively around Joe’s mid-section.
Joe brought his hand up and softly stroked Deacon’s hair. “It’s okay, Deac, let me up,” he said softly as Deacon looked at him and hesitated before he nodded and let go before he moved from Joe’s arms, allowing Joe to stand up.
Deacon watched as Joe got up from the bed and walked out of the room with Patrick and Andy hot on his heels as Pete stayed behind to lock the cell door and slam shut the door on the other side.
In the room that could have been considered a lounge, Joe sat down on a couch, with Patrick next to him, and Andy and Pete sitting on the other couch, opposite a small coffee table. “So, what the Hell was that in there Joe?” Pete asked, half demanding as he sat back on the couch, folding his arms over his chest as the cat jumped from Andy’s arms and started wondering around.
Joe ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at Pete. “We, um, well... We’re kind of together,” Joe finally answered after a moment of trying to think of the best way to explain it, “and when we were um...” Joe paused to clear his throat, his cheeks becoming bright red as he tried to think of a quick way to explain what hey were doing without telling too much, “...were, uh, getting intimate-”
“YOU WERE FOOLING AROUND WITH HIM!?” Pete erupted. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?”
Andy and Patrick jumped slightly at the sudden outburst, their eyes going as wide as Joe’s eyes had gone. “Jesus, Pete,” Patrick said, “let him finish.”
“No! Because I know exactly where this is fucking going,” Pete snapped as he looked at Patrick while he spoke to him before directing his now fierce gaze to Joe. “Beckett had a connection with his Boys, Patrick, and Joe there touching one of Beckett’s whores-”
Joe’s growl was the first of two things that cut Pete off, the second being Joe’s own sudden outburst when he stood up and yelled, “Quit fucking calling him a whore!” He glared at Pete who looked surprise by the eruption from the quiet guy. “He’s not a whore, not even by fucking title. His name is Deacon, start fucking saying it!”
Andy, Patrick, and Pete stared at Joe, who blanched under the sudden attention and quickly sat down, muttering an apology for yelling. “Continue...”
“By touching Deacon, he just called Beckett’s attention as to where his discarded pet is...” Pete finished after a few moments of staring with shock at Joe. “So... Does this all have something do with you calling us back to the house?” Pete questioned.
Joe sighed and nodded. “While we were...you know...he started screaming, like his body had been set on fire or something, just screaming,” Joe answered, frowning as the screams echoed in his mind once more. “When he finally stopped screaming, he started crying his fucking eyes out, and I couldn’t leave him like that, Pete... He told me Beckett caused the pain, I wanted you guys here so I could tell you that Beckett knows where he is and where we are.”
Andy ran his fingers through his hair before adjusting his glasses. “Well, I hate to say it Joe, but this was stupid of you, but I’m not mad since it’s not your fault. You didn’t know about Beckett’s bond, and neither did any of us, except Pete over there. But fuck, this isn’t good at all...”
“What are we going to do?” Pete questioned to no one, merely voicing his own thoughts. “Beckett knows we have Deacon, and where we are, which means he could pop up at anytime...”
“Well, we could think of making a run to the other warehouse, but it would take days to work on with just Andy, Joe, and I, especially if we want everything moved,” Patrick answered, even though he knew the question hadn’t been directed to anyone in particular.
“So, what’s with the cat?” Joe asked after several moments as he looked around the room for the orange tabby Andy had been holding when the guys first returned home.
Andy sighed as he tried to calm down from what Joe had just told them. “He was wondering around looking for food, and you know me, I couldn’t let him starve...”
“I vote no more fucking strays,” Pete growled as he tried to keep from lashing out at Joe, who was stupid enough NOT to keep his hands off of Deacon. In his dreams was one thing, Beckett couldn’t tell anything then, but skin to skin, Beckett could know as soon as it happened, depending on how strong his connection was with the Boy. “Dammit Joe, what the fuck were you thinking!?” Pete demanded as he turned an angered gaze on Joe, who looked as guilty as a five-year-old who accidently broke Mommy’s perfume.
“Pete, he didn’t know,” Patrick softly cut in as he put his hand on Joe’s shoulder and looked at Pete. “Plus you can’t help who like man, so leave him alone.”
“Patrick, have you heard anything I’ve said? This is bad, and now we need to think of something to do as soon as fucking possible and we have no idea where to start.”
“Well,” spoke an unfamiliar voice from the mini kitchen that was in the same open space as the so-called living room, “you sure are in a tight squeeze, aren’t you?”
[Author's Note: For you, Emmi, what you wanted, one of them anyway lol. The other thing we discussed will be on the way =) As for you others, who is in their home and how did this stranger get in?]
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