So this is the first chapter and first story in my Juice: Official Cuddler "series", all chapters are stand alone stories and will feature Juice with different members of SAMCROW cuddling, hugging etc. very cute and fluffy ;) This story is rated M because I haven't decided yet if there's to be any smexy slash time in some of them and want to be on the safe side with the rating, also I might take up some heavier subjects which can be unpleasant or trigger reactions for some.

This first story is as you can read below a Chibs/Juice story because seriously there's so much going on between those two! All the time! I'm a big fan of slashing them together. Well read and enjoy and please review and tell me what you think of the story! This is my first SoA fanfic, I've written for other fandoms but not for this one and so I'm a bit nervous about how it turned out :)

-PsychoBlonde-

CHIBS/JUICE

Chibs was in a bad mood, it was as if everything that could have gone wrong that day had and he could not wait to be able to fall into bed and forget the day ever happened. Especially when his bad luck almost had lost the club a buyer, luckily Jax was a smooth talker and had managed to save the situation. This was also the reason why he was heading for the clubhouse rather than where the rest of the club was heading, minus Juice, who had been tasked the day before with fixing the security cameras and so was not with them. Letting out a long suffering sigh, Chibs sped down the road back to Charming; he could not wait to get back, throw his feet up on the table and just relax.

Parking his bike, Chibs shuffled into the clubhouse, it was quiet inside the only noise was coming from the kitchen. There was also a very enticing aroma coming from there and so Chibs made an educated guess about who was cooking. It was a standing rule that the only ones allowed to use the kitchen for actually cooking by the members was Bobby and Juice, as they were the only ones who knew how to cook, and would not burn down the building, after the new Prospects disastrous attempt at cooking and almost burning down the clubhouse he had also been banned from the kitchen by Gemma, Bobby and Juice.

"Oi Juicy lad? You cooking?"

"Chibs?" Juice popped his head out from the kitchen door, beaming at Chibs.

"What're ye cookin'?"

"Pasta. Are the others back? I didn't hear any bikes," said Juice while he looked at Chibs.

"Only me, bad luck's been following me 'round the whole day," muttered Chibs angrily.

"Oh okay, the prospect's outside doing some cleaning up and Gemma is visiting Unser. Food's ready in a minute," said Juice as Chibs helped himself to a beer.

They ate in silence, or well as silently as Juice could be for a longer period of time. Not that Chibs minded, listening to Juice prattling on about the new security cameras and other techno savvy things whilst using computer jargon was somewhat relaxing even though he did not understand a word of it. Maybe that was the reason, it was easier to tune it out and then tune back when he only understood every other word or so, as he could not get more lost on the subject than he already was when the younger man started talking. Not that Juice seemed to mind, he was happily chatting away about his day between bites, once in a while stopping as if he forgot what he was going to say.

"Thanks for the food juicy boy, it was good."

"So you liked it?" asked Juice as he finished his own beer.

"I ate it all didn't I?" commented Chibs as he petted Juice on the head.

Chibs moved over to the sofa so that Juice could clear away the plates and the little food that was left, he supposed the prospect would get the remaining food when he was done cleaning. Sinking down with a tired groan, Chibs was not sure if he ever wanted to get up, he was happy enough to just lay there for the rest of his life and not do anything except watch some TV and drink beer. He almost did not notice Juice, who was done cleaning up joining him on the sofa, with a new beer for both of them in hand. Moving around a bit, Chibs made room for Juice beside him where he was sitting so that the younger Puerto Rican could lean against him. Well, snuggle up against Chibs was what Juice was doing.

Moving around a bit Juice settled down nestled into Chibs' side on the sofa, a small contented purr escaping him. It was absolutely no secret among the club members that Juice liked to cuddle, even craved it to a certain point and that he was the best one to cuddle with if you felt down or just tired in general. It was even completely acceptable to hug and cuddle Juice; it was not acceptable to do those things with other males, only Juice, otherwise they better find themselves a croweater or old lady.

"Bad day?" murmured Juice.

"Aye ye could say that…," muttered Chibs as his fingers absentmindedly stroked Juice's shoulder.

The best part about cuddling with Juice was that he did not ask any questions. Bringing his arm under and circling it around Juice's waist, Chibs pulled the younger man into his lap, his hold on Juice's waist tightening until their bodies were pressed together. Juice was making small content noises into Chibs' neck, as he pressed himself closer to the Scotsman. Chibby-hugs were some of the best hugs Juice knew of and he was going to take all out of them when he could, who knew if Chibby at some point would not want to hug him anymore? And so Juice never said no to a chance at hugging his grumpy friend.

"Hey I clea… oh… umm…" It was the prospect.

Juice glared over the back of the sofa at the Prospect, mentally willing the annoying idiot to go away and leave them alone. Chibby needed some cuddly time and though the prospect new of Juice's position as official cuddler inside the club, this was the first time he had actually seen it and so Juice did not want the guy's reaction to ruin the mood or push Chibs away from Juice. Luckily, Lanky Luke (the prospect) seemed to catch on to whatever threatening message Juice was conveying, with his eyes, as he slowly backed away and headed outside. With a proud smile over his victory Juice turned his attention back to the man in whose lap he was sitting. If Chibby was feeling down, then Juice would do his best to try and make things better, and what better way to do this than by some extra-special-Juice-cuddle-time? Humming softly Juice moved around so that he was straddling Chibs, circling his arms around the older man's neck, their bodies pressed tightly together.

Soo did you like it? Hate it? Please review and tell me what you thought! Next story will be featuring Happy and Juice (Happy Juice wihiii :P).

I apologize if there are spelling/grammar mistakes in the text, english is my third language but I do try my best to catch them but I don't always see them :)