Title:- Remembering Arizona

Pen name:- LaffertyLuver23

Central Characters:- Clay

Disclaimer:- I don't own Sons of Anarchy or Brokeback Mountain… freakin wish

Warnings: S!ash

"I'll get it Gemma."

Clay got up from the kitchen table and walked to the living room to answer the phone. He prayed that it wasn't one of the guys from the club calling about a new problem with SamCro. Gemma had just gotten out of the hospital and the last thing he wanted to do was leave her to go deal with club bullshit.

"Hello?"

The other end of the phone remained silent. Clay sighed softly. He was not in the mood to deal with people playing on his phone.

"I can hear you breathing, dumb fuck," he whispered harshly into the phone.

The line hummed in response. Clay was about to hang up the phone and go back to his meal when a soft voice answered.

"Clay?"

It had been almost twenty years since the biker had heard the low rumble of the raspy mid-western accent. The voice made him freeze, and his mind wandered back to places he had forced himself to forget.

He remembered Arizona. He remembered the friend he had made in the two weeks he had been out there. He remembered his last afternoon spent at the garage with Ennis, doing things to him that he would never admit that he longed to do again.

Clay slammed the phone down.

Gemma jumped slightly in her chair from the sound of the phone rattling in its receiver. "Who was that, babe?"

"I don't know," Clay replied shortly. He sat back down across from his wife and picked up his fork to finish his meal. But as much as Clay tried to finish his meal in peace, flashes of Ennis kept flooding his mind.

The way the man's short, ash blond curls felt in between his fingers.

The primal grunts and keens that fell from his lips.

The hair on Ennis' thighs scratching against his face.

The clench of the man's ass around his dick.

"Honey, are you okay?" Gemma asked, invading the private moment that was playing in Clay's mind.

A wave of guilt hit the older man as he looked into his wife's eyes. He shook the images from the forefront of his mind, and banished them away to the locked vault he had put them in almost twenty years ago.

"Yeah babe, I'm fine."