A/N I was in the mood for some more light-hearted Jax/Juice before I start with the last part of "Handling Juice" (once season seven is done). In this AU Juice is a member of SAMNEW, the New York chapter of the Sons (not sure if it is exists and I don't really care) with a certain "habit" of getting too friendly with other guys. Enjoy.

"No, you have to press this button not that one," Jax said, gritting his teeth. This was the fifth time he walked his mother through her accounting software and she still did not get it. Not that Jax was an expert, having little knowledge of computers and none of accounting, but at least he could remember which fucking buttons to push. His mother, for all her obvious smarts, was completely inept in everything that vaguely resembled a computer and there was only so much Jax could do to counteract this.

"Oh, that one," Gemma said as if only seeing it for the first time. She promptly hit it. "Ah, now it is working. Thanks, baby."

"Sure, mom," Jax said, summoning all of his restraint not to curse at his mother. Damn, he needed a smoke. He quickly used this as an excuse to get as far away from Gemma's tech problems as possible. God only knew what she would break next. The nicotine calmed him down somewhat and while he smoked he had time to think things through. It couldn't go on like this. He was the club's VP and spent more time cleaning up after Gemma and the other technology-impaired members of the club than actually doing his work. Which was ridiculous considering that he wasn't even good at this stuff. He knew his way around the most common programs and was smart enough to actually read a fucking screen before claiming something didn't work – which seemed to be too much to ask from most people – but that didn't make him an expert. He had no idea of hacking or programming and could only assemble a computer with a lot of patience and the internet to help.

But one thing Jax knew very well: His club was a fucking mess when it came to technology. Their computers where slow pieces of shit, operated by mostly inept people who just did the same things every day and freaked out when something changed. The surveillance they used around TM was always broken and it was a lot of hassle to keep everyone supplied with new burner phones. Somehow all these duties had landed on him when he had joined the club, probably because the older members assumed a young guy like Jax would know this stuff. Somehow Opie and their new Prospect Half-Sack had avoided falling into this pigeonhole – maybe because Opie was so big and Half-Sack wasn't the sharpest – but Jax had no way out. But he was done with this shit. He couldn't be VP and the IT guy at the same time. Something would have to change.

This evening after Church he stopped Clay from leaving with the others. "We have to talk."

"What about?" Clay asked, looking surprised.

"We need somehow who takes care of our equipment. You know, computers, cameras, burner phones, these things. Somebody who can hack stuff would be even better. From what I hear from the other charters, this could be very useful."

"I thought you did this kind of stuff."

"Yeah but I have neither the time nor the skills to do it properly. This can't wait anymore, Clay. I am the VP now, I have to focus on my new duties."

"Alright, alright," Clay said. "I will ask Ope to do it."

Jax sighed in exasperation. "Opie knows less than I do. We can't cut corners on this, man. We need someone who knows his shit."

"So what do you suggest? We don't get a lot of computer freaks that are interested in MCs."

"I know," Jax said. He mused for a bit. "Maybe we can tap the other charters. If they can spare someone for some time, it could really help us. I think I head some guys talk about hacking into FBI databases on the last big meet up."

"You shouldn't believe everything other charters tell you," Clay said gruffly. Jax glared at him and the President raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. I will ask around. But I wouldn't expect too much, if I were you."

"Thanks, man, that's all I'm asking."

Clay gave him a nod and Jax left the room to join the others. He really could use a drink after this day.

A few days later Clay held him back after work. "I might have found someone."

Jax knew immediately what he meant. "Really? Where?"

"Our brothers in New York apparently have a very talented guy they can spare. He took some local heat and has to get out of state for some time. They say he could come down and help us out. The guy's name is Juice."

"What kind of nickname is that?" Jax asked.

Clay shrugged. "It has something to do with his real name: Juan Carlos something, he is Puerto Rican. Don't know how they came up with it. He's around Half-Sack's age."

"Well, can't hurt to add some color to the club," Jax quipped. "Have you invited him?"

"I wanted to ask you first. If you want, I will reach out to SAMNEW and tell him to come. But it will take a few weeks till he gets here. So don't think you are off the hook yet."

Jax didn't care. He could handle a few more weeks. He only hoped that this Juice guy knew his shit.

Charming was even smaller than Juice had imagined. He had known that it wasn't New York, of course, but it really felt like the middle of nowhere for him. This would take some getting used to, he was attuned to the sounds of the city around him and here the silence felt deafening in contrast. But Charming had its upsides and the weather was definitely one. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the heat was dry and bearable, making it an almost perfect day for a long ride. The small size of the town also made it easy to find the Teller-Morrow garage which supposedly was the headquarters of the famous SAMCRO. It was an honor to work with the original chapter and Juice felt he was quite lucky to have found such a good hiding place. Of course, maybe he should hold off judgment until he had actually met some of his new brothers.

He parked his Harley on the sidewalk next to the garage – he didn't want to just roll in there without being properly invited – and got off the bike. He quickly studied his reflection in the mirror. His hair could use a trim – it was close to hiding the tattoos on his head – but he guessed he looked good enough. Okay, time to take the plunge. He casually strolled across the yard and towards the main building, figuring that the Sons would be there. Connor had told him to look for an old guy named Clay – apparently a member of the First Nine which would make him near ancient in Juice's book. So far he didn't see any old guys. A couple of mechanics were working away at a number of cars but none of them looked older than late thirties to him. He could see a woman in her fifties smoking on the stairs in front of an office. She had huge tits and was still quite hot for a woman her age. She eyed him from the distance and Juice wondered if he should go over and talk to her. Then he glimpsed a flash of a cut and turned his head to investigate. Two guys were working at a car, both of them wearing the Reaper. Seems like he had found his brothers.

As he went over to introduce himself, he got a better look at the SAMCRO members. They were deep in conversation and probably in their late twenties or early thirties. One of them was a fucking giant and looked wild with his long beard and hair. He was powerfully build and Juice had the feeling that this guy could break his ribs with a hug. He looked pretty terrifying but was handsome in an archaic way. Juice made a mental note never to get on this guy's bad side. Next to the giant was a sex god. He was a bit smaller than his companion and had broad shoulders, a handsome face and long blond hair that fell to his chin. On his cut was a Vice President patch, marking him as the second-in-command of SAMCRO. Juice gaped at him and couldn't help but wonder what his body looked like under all these layers.

"Er, Jax?" the giant said once he noticed Juice. "Looks like we have a visitor."

The sex god – Jax – looked up from his work and gave Juice a quick once over. His face was carefully neutral. "What do you want?"

Juice was confused for a moment that Jax did not greet him as a brother but then remembered that he wore his cut under the bulgy hoodie he had put on for the ride. "I'm here from SAMNEW. The name is Juice."

He quickly opened his hoodie to show them his cut. Jax's face lit up when he saw it. He wiped down his hands on a rag and pulled Juice in a hug. Juice was not prepared for so much contact with such a hot guy. He awkwardly hugged Jax back and hoped the guy would release him before he got a hard-on. Which –luckily – turned out to be the case. "Glad, you are here, man. I'm Jax, this is Opie," Jax said, pulling a cigarette out of a pack and pointing vaguely in the giant's direction.

Opie shook hands with Juice. His grip was surprising gentle for such a huge guy. "Glad you are here. Now Jax can calm down again."

Juice felt flustered by all this attention. He was pretty sure that Jax had just wanted him for the technical expertise in his head but a maybe the VP could find use for other parts of his body as well. This wasn't likely but he could hope, right? He had to tread carefully, though. He did not know how cool SAMCRO was with that kind of stuff. Sure, it was the West Coast but Charming was tiny and people could be quite conservative in these small towns – or so he had heard. "I didn't know you were waiting for me. I would have come quicker."

"Ah, don't worry," Jax assured him. "We've managed all this time, a few days didn't make a difference. But it is good we have somebody who knows his shit now. Our equipment is probably in horrible state."

Opie grinned. "You just want to give him your work. Gemma's computing skills must have been brutal, brother."

"Who is Gemma?" Juice asked. Then he thought of the woman he had seen. "The woman in the office? Maybe late forties or early fifties, huge tits?"

Jax glared at him. "She's my mother."

Oh, right. So much to a good start.

"So you should know how great her tits are," Opie joked, coming to Juice's help.

The VP grinned at that. Apparently Opie could get away with stuff like this, which made Juice wonder. They seemed to be pretty close. Probably good friends for some time. Or maybe more? His mind – probably dirtier than that of most other people – already went spinning with the possibilities. Jax would look tiny compared to Opie. That made for a hot image: Jax ridding Opie's cock, his mouth on Ope's...

"Juice?" A voice said. Juice blinked and came back to reality. Shit, he had gaped at them, hadn't he? "Sorry, got distracted. What did you say?"

"I said if you want to meet the others," Jax said. "They should be around here."

"Yeah, sure.

"Good," Jax said. "Just make sure they can see your cut. I don't want anyone to mistake you for a Mayan spy."

The next half hour was a blur of new faces. Juice struggled to keep up with the names and probably failed but this was normal for him. Several people made a lasting impression on Juice. First was Clay, the SAMCRO President. Dominance practically oozed from him and Juice was certain he had to stay on his good side. He seemed polite but not too interested in the newcomer which probably was a good thing at the moment. Juice would stick to Jax for the time being. Then there was Half-Sack the Prospect, a slightly goofy looking but pretty handsome guy which seemed to be as out of his element as Juice was. Jax told him how Half-Sack got his nickname and Juice had to admit he would like to have look at the goods. But he couldn't just ask the guy even if he seemed nice enough. So he filed that thought away for the moment. Not all SAMCRO members were around at the time but Jax said he would meet them this evening after work.

Once the introductions had been made, Jax showed him some of the equipment and Juice immediately knew why the guy had been so happy to have him around: SAMCRO's IT was a mess. It wasn't completely horrible – Jax had at least set it up somewhat correctly – but it was way out of date and desperately needed some maintenance. But he also knew that with hardware that old there was only so much he could do. He would have to ask the guys for money to get some new computers and maybe some decent cameras if they wanted better surveillance. And if they wanted him to do some hacking he really needed a faster internet access. Juice wasted no time and drew up a new setup that would work. He was just debating whether he should use Wi-Fi or stick to cable for better security and performance when someone clapped him on the back and startled him out of his thoughts. He turned his head and saw Jax smiling down at him. Damn, the guy was hot. Juice had to blink a few times before he could focus.

"You ready for the hard part?"

Juice blinked at him. "What do you mean?"

"Gemma. She says the computer froze up – again. I love this woman but she somehow manages to screw everything up when it comes to tech. If you can fix her problems and stop her from doing more damage, you are worth your weight in gold."

"Now?"

"Yeah," Jax said. "If it is not a problem."

"No, sure, I got it. Front office, right?"

"Right."

Juice stood up. "Okay, on my way."

"Great. Just don't stare at her tits too much."

This turned out to be easier than expected. Jax had been right about Gemma's destructive influence on software and by the time Juice had started to oversee the amount of damage he completely forgotten about the huge knockers next to him. He guessed that the recurring problems were a combination of an old and pretty badly designed accounting software, an old Windows version and Gemma's lack of understanding for everything technical. This last bit didn't have to be deal breaker – lots of folks didn't really understood computers – but you had to carefully set things up for them so they couldn't make too many mistakes. It might be annoying from time to time but they were like children and needed a firm hand.

By the time he had helped Gemma it was closed to five pm and Juice was starting to get hungry. He got out towards the TM yard and saw most of the regular workers leave while the MC members still hung around. He walked over to Jax and Opie and joined them.

"Everyone," Jax said when he noticed Juice. "In case anybody doesn't know, this is Juice from SAMNEW. They have lent him to us as our new IT expert. So if anyone of you needs a new burner phone or some other tech stuff, you best go to him."

"What kind of name is Juice?" a Scottish sounding guy asked.

"My real name is Juan Carlos Ortiz," Juice said. "It was quite a mouthful for most of the guys so they shortened it to JC first. Then it became Juice over time, don't ask me how. And now I am stuck with it."

"At least we know what the fuck it means unlike with you, Chibs," Jax quipped. "What does is stand for again? Bagpipe?"

"Very funny, laddy," Chibs said. He left it as that, probably out of respect for his VP.

"So let's get some food and give Juice here the welcome he deserves," Jax said. "SAMCRO has a reputation to uphold after all."

After Clay had voiced his approval as well, everything was done amazingly quickly. Juice suspected there had been some background preparation – he had arrived in the morning after all – because not soon after he was stuffed with home cooked food – sponsored by Gemma and some of the crow eaters – and was busy getting wasted with Jax and Opie. They had skipped the beer and had gotten straight to whiskey shots and every one of them was pretty buzzed already. "Must be quite a change from Queens to Charming," Opie said.

Juice nodded. "It is. I spent my whole life in the big city, so I am not really used to small towns. It is very quiet, though, which is a nice change."

"Don't count on it being quite," Jax said with a smile. "We can take a lot of heat from our gun business." He tossed back another shot. "Where are you staying by the way?"

Oh, right. He probably should have put some thought into this. "Um, I assumed I would stay here, in the clubhouse. I haven't made any plans."

Jax looked pained. "I am currently staying here and we don't have a spare room. But we will find something for you." He smiled. "When you drink enough, you can just pass out on the pool table tonight. It is more comfortable than you'd think."

Juice laughed. "Why are you staying here? Surely you haven't lived in the clubhouse all your life."

"Nah, I have a house but my soon-to-be-ex-wife is still staying there. Once she is gone I will move back there. The clubhouse is okay but it is not for the long run."

Juice debated asking what had happened between Jax and his wife when Opie distracted him by running a hand over his scalp. "This is so weird," the big man said. "An iro and head ink? Is this some kind of SAMNEW thing?"

"Nah, the hairstyle is low-maintenance and the tats are just there because they look cool," Juice replied. He motioned towards the ink on his arms. "My reapers are here."

Opie considered them. "Nice work but you might want to up your game. These tiny reapers certain won't impress anyone here."

Juice knew a challenge when he heard one. "Oh yeah? What kind of ink does SAMCRO run?"

"Show him, Jax. You are in better shape than I am."

The VP grinned at Juice and pulled his cut off. His shirt quickly followed, leaving him bare chested. The view was impressive but when Jax turned around, Juice gasped. On his back was a perfect replica of his cut. "Wow," Juice said. Before he could stop himself, he ran a finger over the tattoo. Jax shivered under his touch but endured in nevertheless.

"This is how we roll here," Opie said, grinning. "I've got the same one."

"Jackieboy, put your damn shirt back on," Chibs called from across the room. "You will scare the new guy."

Jax complied but the sight had not scared Juice at all but rather turned him on – a lot. He quickly grabbed another drink to distract himself. There was some niggling doubt in his head that drinking more wasn't the best idea but he didn't have a lot of alternatives – other than grabbing Jax and leading him to a bedroom. Besides, he didn't want to out himself as a lightweight in front of the two SAMCRO members. So he just downed the shot and hoped for the best.

Later this evening, Jax surveyed the situation and found that he was really, really drunk. He was just trying to light a cigarette but his hands somehow couldn't figure out how to use his lighter. He screwed up his face in concentration and tried again but somehow this didn't seem to work either. Opie watched him with amusement but made no move to help him. As for Juice, well, the guy was probably even more smashed than Jax was. He currently tried to pour another round of shots for the three of them but his aim was so bad that most of the booze got spilled on the table. Opie seized the bottle from him and put it upright again. The Puerto Rican looked at him in confusion. "What are you doing?"

His words were slurring badly and combined with his hazy, slightly unfocused gaze left no doubt about his mental state. "I think you had enough," Opie said. "Both of you", he added with a pointed look at the struggling Jax.

Jax would like to protest but he knew in his heart that Ope was right. When a smoke bested him it was time to put down the booze and go to bed. Juice, one the other hand, wasn't quite convinced. "Bullshit. I am a bit buzzed at most."

Opie grinned at him. He stood up, grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a few steps back – with surprisingly little swaying, Jax noted. "Oh really? Then why don't you come over and take the bottle from me?"

Juice immediately got to his feet, apparently unable to resist such a challenge. He only took one step before he swayed so badly that he lost his footing and fell to the floor – much to Opie's amusement. "Okay, I am getting both of you to bed."

"I'm not as smashed as he is," Jax protested.

"Yeah, but you can't even light a smoke. Can you walk at least?"

The VP carefully stood up. The room swayed a bit and his movements were clumsy but he was able to stay on his feet. Apparently only his fine motor controls were shot to bits. Opie nodded to him. "Okay, I will take care of Juice."

He pulled the confused looking Puerto Rican to his feet and grabbed him tightly by his arm. "Come on, Juicy. Bed time."

Juice just looked at him blankly, apparently very confused about what was going on. He looked adorable with his big brown eyes, like a lost puppy. "Where should I put him, Jax?"

"Just take him to my room. He can sleep on the floor," Jax said.

Opie nodded. "You can keep an eye on him and stop him from getting traumatized by Tig or something. Okay, this way, Juice."

He went ahead and pulled Juice behind him like a rag doll. Jax took a moment to grab his cigarettes and lighter from the table – even if they were useless to him at the moment, he didn't want to leave them lying around – before following the two of them. It took longer than expected to reach the back room – he had to stop himself from falling a couple of times – and when he did he saw Juice lying on one side of his bed with Opie standing next to him.

He stopped dead. "I never said you should put him in my bed."

Opie shrugged. "He slipped out of my grip and I needed something soft to break the fall." He smiled when he saw Juice sleepily turning on his side and grabbing one pillow. "Seems like he likes it."

"I bet he does," Jax said. "And where am I supposed to sleep?"

"The bed is big enough. You can just take the other side. We did it often enough."

"Yeah, but not the day we met," Jax said. But Juice looked so sleepy and comfortable that he was hesitant to literally kick him out of bed. And Opie was right, there was enough room for both of them. "Fine. But not with his damn shoes on. He should strip to his boxers or something."

"Easily fixed," Opie said. He bent down and lightly slapped Juice to wake him up. "Wake up, Juice. We have to get your clothes off."

"Huh?" Juice said, looking deeply confused by the whole situation.

Opie snorted. "Just do what I tell you."

With Jax's help he got Juice's boots off. His cut and shirt quickly followed. They had some problem with his jeans – Juice initially refused to lift his ass enough for them to pull it off – but they managed in the end, leaving Juice in just his underwear. The Puerto Rican hardly seemed to realize what was happening. When they were done – and Juice asleep again – Jax studied his half-naked form. "Never thought a computer geek would be so ripped," he said to Opie.

"Well, he is tiny," Ope grunted. "This helps with getting into shape. No reason to get insecure, Jax."

"I'm not insecure, asshole," Jax said with a smile. "Now get lost. Unless you want to see me strip too."

His best friend grinned. "No need. You can't keep your clothes on anyways. And I already saw everything you have to offer."

This was true, Jax guessed. He and Ope had always been pretty open with each other – probably due to the club's influence which was full of grown men getting touchy-feely with each other. "Alright, I will get some shut-eye then."

"Drink some water," Ope advised. "So it won't hurt so much in the morning."

"Sure, ma."

"I am not even touching that one."

"You good to ride? You had a lot to drink."

"I will manage. I'm not such a lightweight like you and Juice," Opie joked and left.

Alone again – not counting the sleeping Juice –, Jax followed Ope's advice, brushed his teeth and undressed. It was warm enough for him to sleep naked – his preferred way of sleeping – but he thought it might disturb Juice to wake up next to a completely naked man. So he kept his white boxers on for the time being. He lay down and tried to get comfortable only to find out that it was way too tight around his junk. Fuck it. Juice could handle a dick. With one last look onto the sleeping Juice – who looked even younger this way –, he tore off his boxers and tossed them aside. Then he put the light blanket on top of them before turning off the lights and going to sleep.