Juice felt the sun falling on his face and lazily stretched. He unexpectedly hit another body right behind him which gave a soft grunt. This confused Juice until he remembered that is was just Jax. He debated going back to sleep for a moment when the full impact of the situation hit him. He was in bed with Jax! He was naked and he could tell that Jax was as well! And he was pretty sure that this was not his bed. He opened his eyes and realized in horror that they were in Jax's room in the clubhouse. It was definitely morning – or noon – already and Juice thought he could hear voices from downstairs. Oh, shit! SHIT.

He tried to slip out of bed but his movements seemed to have stirred Jax who apparently thought this was a great moment to pull his lover closer to his chest. Juice tried to twist away in time but even sleep-addled Jax had better coordination than he had. "Jax, cut it out! I need to get out of here before somebody finds us."

"Hmm," was Jax's sleepy reply. He snuggled his head into Juice's neck and went back to sleep.

Un – fucking – believable! How could the guy just ignore this? Didn't he have even more to lose than Juice did? Okay, he had to do something! He slowly began loosening Jax's grip on him and carefully slipped out of it. He breathed easier once he had gotten out of bed, naked as on the day of his birth. But it would be just his luck, if somebody came in right now. Shit, what would happen then? They would probably be fucked! Okay, he should not think about this kind of stuff right now. He quickly started searching for his clothes which was scattered all over the room. The closest thing to the bed was his cut, the very last item he had shucked yesterday – not that it would help getting him decent anytime soon. Jax's clothing from last night was scattered everywhere which made finding his own stuff unnecessary complicated, especially with all the other dirty laundry lying around. After some intense searching he had found almost everything; the only thing missing was his shirt. "Jax, have you seen my shirt?"

Jax gave another grunt but that didn't help Juice in the slightest. He guessed it would still take a few hours before Jax was up to anything. They probably shouldn't have hit the booze so hard yesterday but what good was a patching-in party without getting drunk? He guessed he could forget finding his shirt anytime soon. With his luck, Jax probably lay on the damned thing. Okay never mind, he could explain a missing shirt somehow. The important thing was getting out of the room unseen. He pulled on his cut over his bare chest – he had the uncomfortable feeling that this made him look like a stripper –, pulled on his boots and put his ear to the door. He heard faint voices but nobody seemed to be near enough to see him. He slowly opened the door and peered outside. Nobody in sight. Relieved, he got out of the room and carefully pulled the door shut after him, hiding the sleeping Jax from view. Phew, the worst thing was over. Okay, what now?

He didn't know where the others thought he had disappeared to last night. He had spent the night drinking heavily and making out with a cute Crow Eater before Jax pulled him away to his room. He guessed for all they knew, he had done his celebration with her and Juice was determined to keep it that way – it would be a good way to explain his missing shirt. In any case, he probably should get out of the clubhouse as quickly as possible before his cover was blown – it was Saturday, so he didn't have to stay for work.

Juice slowly walked to the main room of the club house trying to look at casual as possible. The voices were getting louder, so he guessed he couldn't just slip out undetected. Well, that wasn't really unexpected. He would just have to play it cool. He could do that, there was no Jax to distract him. He stepped into the room and found Clay and Chibs there. Both looked tired and hung over but seemed to be in good spirits.

"There is our newest member," Chibs said when he saw Juice. "How are you, Juicyboy?"

"A bit hung over but fine otherwise," Juice said casually.

"What happened to your neck?" Chibs said, scanning him intently.

"What about it?" Juice asked, genuinely perplex.

Chibs held up a knife so Juice could see his reflection. Damn, the lower part of his neck was full of hickeys and what looked suspiciously like a bite mark. Jax really had gone all out on him. It would have been hot under other circumstances but now it was really awkward.

"Seems like somebody showed you a good time yesterday," Clay said.

"Aye, I bet it was the blonde darling, Jazzie," Chibs said. "You know who I mean, the tiny one with the nice rack. I saw her shoving her tongue down his throat the moment the party started."

"That right, Juice?" Clay asked.

Juice didn't know why Clay asked him that – probably just harmless curiosity – but he knew he had to give a satisfying answer. And he thought he had just the story. "I think so. I remember making out with her and bringing here back here. Then everything gets hazy."

"You don't remember?" Chibs asked.

Juice made a show of being embarrassed. "Not really. Next thing I know, I wake up on the goddam roof of all places. It was broad daylight, she was gone and I couldn't find my shirt. Still looking for it."

Both of them laughed. "No more unlimited booze for you," Chibs said.

"You better ask her for a second performance," Clay said. "From what I hear, she is worth it. Alright, enough chit-chat. Grab a coffee and start helping with the cleanup."

The room looked surprisingly good to be honest, a bit messy but not nearly as thrashed as Juice had expected. "It looks pretty good already."

"Aye, because we have started here," Chibs said. "Outside it still looks like a bomb went off. The others are already outside, cleaning up. Time for you to pitch in."

That wasn't how Juice had imagined his morning but he couldn't really refuse. So he took a sip of coffee – his stomach was too queasy for anything solid at the moment – and went to help the others.

Cleanup was a bitch. The clubhouse always looked less than stellar after their parties but patching-in celebrations were always special. It seemed like everyone tried to get as wild as possible during these nights. Everybody pitched in during the cleanup but as lowest member in the food chain and a late-shower, Juice obviously had more work cut out for him than the rest. He found it odd that nobody bothered raising Jax and putting him to work. Maybe it was the guy's VP patch but he still found that unfair considering even Clay had helped out a bit. He asked Clay about it. "You never seen Jax hung over, have you kid? Trust me; he would do more harm than good at the moment. Better to let him sleep it off. His duty will be to buy new booze."

During the process, new members turned up, helped a bit and then left to enjoy the rest of their Saturday. Half an hour after Juice had gone downstairs, Opie turned up, looking a bit put out about something. Juice thought about asking but decided against it after a bit of consideration. He didn't want to pry. Eventually the work was done and everyone started to get home until only he and Opie were left in the clubhouse – not counting the still missing Jax. "Remind me to drink myself into a stupor next time," Juice joked. "I could have passed on cleanup."

Opie looked at him with a sudden hungry expression, before grabbing him by the cut and pulling him into a hard, angry kiss. Juice was too shocked to do anything and stood there frozen as the bigger man started kissing down his neck, nuzzling the marks Jax had left last night.

"Opie, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Look at you," Opie breathed into his ear, "all well fucked from Jax. Not even wearing a shirt under your cut. How am I supposed to resist that?"

"What about Donna?"

Opie stiffened behind him – and not in a good way. "When I came home this night she chewed me out saying I was an immature jerk for celebrating so long. And when I wanted to fuck her she just blocked me out. I had a Crow Eater in my lap almost the whole night but I didn't tap her because I wanted to be a good husband. Fuck that! If she isn't going to take care of me, I know a Prospect that will!"

"I am not a Prospect anymore," Juice pointed out.

That only seemed to motivate Opie further. "That's right. About time I fucked you properly, then. You can pay me back for setting you up with Jax."

"We can't do that here!" Juice protested. "What if anybody comes in?"

"It is a Saturday after a party. Everybody is home and trying to cure his hangover. I could fuck you on every surface of the room and nobody would ever know."

"What about Jax?"

"Ah, don't worry. I will handle him," Opie said. He went back to nuzzling at his neck. "Come on, Juicy. Quit worrying and get naked. Don't you want this? Don't you want to help me?"

Hell, yeah he did. But what if Jax found out? Would he be angry? He had allowed Juice to blow Ope but that had been before they got so serious. But would Opie really betray his best friend like that? Juice doubted it, especially when Ope could just bang Jax. And he still owed Opie for setting him up with Jax. Still, this didn't feel quite right for him. Maybe he should think about this some more. Then Opie slipped his fingers beneath his cut and other things started to occupy his thoughts. "Hell, yes," he moaned, the sensation taking him straight back to last night.

"Take your cut off."

Juice did as he was told, revealing his bare chest to Opie. He turned around and kissed the big guy, slipping his tongue inside his mouth. Opie's hands roamed down his back and slipped inside his jeans, caressing his ass. "Just perfect," Opie murmured. He stepped back and took his own cut off, followed by his shirt. Then he seemed to think about something. "Let's go somewhere else. I want more room."

Juice went to take both their clothes. When he had everything in hand, Opie picked him up from behind and scooped him up into his arms. "What are you doing?"

"You are taking way too long," Opie said, kissing him again. "Just relax and let me handle the rest."

Juice guessed he could do that. Opie steered him through the clubhouse, using his grip to shamelessly grope Juice in the process. Juice was now rock hard in his pants and busied himself with nuzzling whatever part of Opie he could reach. He was too busy to notice where the older man was bringing him – and didn't really care – but he hoped they would be there soon. He needed to get out of his pants. Then Opie pushed open a door and almost threw Juice onto a bed. Juice gasped in surprise but his landing was rather soft and Opie's lips were on his before he could catch his breath.

The big man's hands wandered to his pants and started undoing the buttons while Opie kept him busy with his lips and tongue. He shoved Juice's jeans and boxers down, freeing Juice's hard cock from his cotton prison. Opie grinned at him and started moving down his body, leaving a trail of soft kisses behind. When he reached the Puerto Rican's crotch, he teasingly kissed around the hairless dick while carefully avoiding the organ itself. Juice squirmed at the both the prickling of Opie's beard and the teasing. "Come on, Opie."

"What, Juice?" Juice could practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

"Do it already!"

"Do what?" Opie asked with mock innocence.

"Suck my goddamn dick!" Juice bellowed.

"So, you do want it after all? Good to know," Opie teased before swallowing his cock in one go. Juice sighed in relief. Opie started moving up and down and Juice lost himself in the sensation. It was amazing how horny he was, despite fucking the better half last night. Maybe the economy was not the only place where supply created demand. But the thought brought him to Jax and he did not want to think too much about this at the moment, so he focused on the mouth on his dick instead. Opie's technique was slow and methodical, giving Juice just the right amount of pleasure without letting him come alright. From time to time, he attacked his frenulum with his tongue, sending Juice to new heights. It was nice to meet a guy who could handle an uncut cock that well. Opie probably had had a lot of practice with Jax.

Juice was just lying back and enjoying the show, eyes closed on fully focused on the mouth on his dick, when somebody kissed him. He lazily opened his eyes and smiled at Jax's face. Wait, Jax's face? Horror spread through his veins and he abruptly sat up, pushing Opie off his dick in the process. He quickly looked around and tried to get his bearings. Holy shit, he was in Jax's room! He had been too distracted by Opie's ministrations to notice it before but the kinky bastard had apparently decided to fuck him in the very bed Juice had spent the best parts of last night in. Shit, he should have fucking told him that! And now Jax was standing right next to him, having somehow gotten into the room without Juice noticing. This was a bit suspicious. Juice had admittedly been pretty distracted but surely Opie would have head the door. Or had the sly motherfucker actually planned this? Juice couldn't quite shake the feeling but he had to deal with Jax first before he could tackle this mystery.

The VP had apparently woken up while Juice had been outside and was now dressed in jeans and a white tee. To Juice's surprise he didn't seem mad. And Opie seemed unfazed by his arrival.

"Shit, Jax, I am so sorry," Juice said because he couldn't find anything else to say. What did you say to your lover when he found you in his bed with another guy? 'I am sorry' just didn't seem to cover it.

To his surprise, Jax grinned at him. "For giving me the hottest surprise I ever had? Don't be."

Juice blinked in confusion. "So you are cool with that?"

"Of course I am. Do you really think my best friend would do something like that, if it bothered me? For such a smart guy, you are really stupid sometimes, Juice."

Juice couldn't really argue with that. But to it his credit, it wasn't exactly a normal reaction. "So what happens next?"

A very hungry look spread on Jax's face. "I will just watch for a bit. I want to see Opie pound that nice ass of yours. And should I get bored, I am sure I can squeeze myself in there. It would be a shame to waste this opportunity."

Holy shit, was the actually happening? Apparently yes, because Opie used the opportunity to swallow Juice's dick again. Jax moved down there and pulled him off for a quick kiss. "Have fun, Ope."

"Oh, I will," Opie said, looking at Juice like he was a prime steak. "Join in anytime you want."

"Count on it," said Jax and sat down on a chair a bit away from the bed, watching them intently. Opie stood up and started to take Juice's boots off. He threw them off the bed, followed by Juice's jeans and boxers, leaving him fully naked. He then started shedding his own clothes as fast as possible and was naked in no time. He got on top of Juice, kissing him and ran a hand over his hairless crotch. "I love that you shave." A contemplating look spread on his face. "Turn over."

A bit confused, Juice obliged. He was so hard that lying on his chest wasn't really comfortable but he would just see where this went. He felt Opie knead his ass. "Hairless back here, too, I see," the older men said. "Jax, why do you let him top again? I would fuck this lovely ass all the time."

"His dick is nothing to scoff at, bro," Jax answered hoarsely. Juice wondered what he was doing, he couldn't see the guy from that angle. "And after he rims you, you just need that cock in your ass."

"So that's the secret, hm?" Opie teased. "A few licks at your ass and you have your legs in the air? Wish I had known that. It would have made fucking you a lot easier."

"You can always try it now," Jax answered.

"What about you, Juice?" Opie asked him. "You like getting your ass licked as well?"

"Oh god, yes," Juice moaned. Jax had yet to rim him and he missed the feeling. If Opie would do it, he would take his dick all fucking day without complaining.

"Then you are in for a treat," Opie said. He spread Juice's cheeks and buried his face in the crack. His beard tickled Juice but the feeling of his tongue on his hole was every bit as wonderful as he had imagined. Ope was reluctant at first but soon grow bold, working his tongue slowly around and trying to get inside. Juice tried to stifle the embarrassing sounds that came out of his mouth but didn't think he was very successful.

"I think he's ready, Opie," Jax said. "Give him your dick before he starts begging."

Opie resurfaced and the wonderful sensation at Juice's ass faded. "Lube and rubbers?"

Jax tossed him a bottle. "Let's just bareback this. Juice did me this way last night. And it wouldn't be the first time for us. "

"Fine with me," Opie said. "How about you, Juice?"

"I don't care," Juice said. "Just fuck me already."

"Eager, I see," Opie said. "This really seems to work wonders, Jax."

"Told you," the VP said. "You go nuts on him, Ope. From behind."

"So you give the orders here, hm?" Opie asked.

"Not just here," Jax said without missing a beat. "I am the VP after all."

"Less talking, more fucking," Juice said impatiently. He was way too horny to listen to their bickering. He got on his hand and knees, facing Jax across the room.

"Pushy little guy," Opie said as he squeezed some lube on his fingers. He got behind Juice and shoved two of them in his ass without much hesitation. Juice grunted but he was so relaxed from the rimming that there hardly was any discomfort. Opie seemed to notice this too, he withdrew his fingers after just a minute and started fumbling with the lube again. "Ready for the main part?"

"Hell, yes," Juice said.

"Trust me, that is not the main part," Jax said with a very dirty grin. He was still fully dressed and with the loose jeans it wasn't even possible for Juice to tell if he was hard or not. With the hot sight in front of him, Juice would be very surprised, if he wasn't. He had no time to wonder what Jax considered the main part before Opie's cock slid into him. Opie wasn't as long as Jax was but he was thicker and Juice felt uncomfortably stretched out.

"You okay down there?" Opie asked, bending down and kissing him on the neck.

"Good enough," Juice said. "Start moving."

He could practically feel Ope grinning. "As you wish." The bigger man wasted no time and gave him a hard, quick pace. It was different than with Jax, the VP fucked him hard as well but Opie's enormous size – the body, not the cock – made Juice feel like he was being ravaged by a giant which probably shouldn't turn him on so much. Ope slammed him so hard he had to grab the bed to not been thrown off, every thrust hitting his prostate. Damn, if the guy continued like this, he would not last long at all. As he was trying not to come too soon or fall off the bed, he saw Jax standing up and stripping his shirt off. His shoes and jeans quickly followed leaving him in only his boxers. Now, Juice could see that this was just as exiting for Jax as it was for Opie or him. The VP went over to Juice and pressed a kiss on his lips. "You having fun?"

"Yeah", Juice moaned, wincing as Ope gave him a particularly brutal thrust.

"Me, too," Jax said. "Care to suck me off?"

The Puerto Rican could only nod – he did not trust his brain to form proper words at the moment. Jax grinned at him, stripped off his boxers and offered him his rock-hard cock. Juice took some time to marvel how great this guy's dick was before opening his mouth and taking him inside. It was hard to concentrate on sucking someone off with Opie ravaging his ass the same time, but the setup was so hot that Juice didn't mind the extra work. He heard Jax moan and felt him kissing the top of his head but all other sensation was slowly drowned out by the feeling of getting filled on both sides.

"Getting close," Ope grunted some time later. Juice couldn't tell how long it had been, he had completely lost track of time.

"Don't come yet," Jax said. "We have more to do."

"This better be worth it," Opie muttered and slowly pulled out of Juice. The Puerto Rican grunted in protest – it was hard to argue with a dick in his mouth – and Jax placed another kiss on his shaved head.

"Shh, you will like it, trust me." He slowly pulled his dick out, leaving Juke free of any foreign body parts for a moment.

"What are you doing?" he said the moment his mouth was empty. "I was so close!"

"Opie needs way too long to get it back up once he is done," Jax said matter-of-factly. "If he had come now, it would be hours before we could finish."

"What do you mean, finish?" Juice asked. "We were finishing. I know you were close, I could feel it."

"Yeah, Juice," the VP said, "but I am not settling for a blowjob when I have the two of you in my bed. We will do this properly."

"What do you have in mind?" Opie asked.

"I will be on my back, with you on top of me and Juice fucking you. How does this sound?"

Jesus Christ! Juice tried to contemplate this setup but it was way too hot for his brain to ponder. Would this even work logistically? Jax certainly seemed to think so. The casual way the VP had purposed it made Juice wonder if the guy did male threesomes all the time. Which – knowing Jax – could very well be and made the idea even hotter for Juice. But there was one thing that didn't quite feel right. "I topped more than enough last night, Jax. Today, I want to be fucked. You can be in the middle, if you want Opie's cock."

Jax kissed him. "If that what's you want, we will do it. I don't mind getting Opie's sloppy seconds."

"It's not even sloppy seconds," Opie grunted. "I didn't come in him."

"Are you actually pouting?" Jax asked with a grin. "Come on, Ope. We both know you are a one-shot deal."

"Just get on with it," Ope said, pointing at his raging erection. "I need someone to take care of that."

"Don't worry, I will help you with that soon enough." Jax got close to Juice and shoved his tongue in his mouth. "You ready for this, Juice? I can't wait to get inside you."

Juice rolled on his back and spread his legs wide for the VP. "All ready for you."

He could tell from his face that Jax had expected to fuck him doggy-style but Juice wanted to see him. It would feel more intimate this way and he needed some of that after all this pseudo-affair confusion. This sounded extremely mushy even in his head but Jax didn't have to know, did he? In any case, the VP didn't protest but rather lubed himself up, got in position and started pushing in. Juice sighed in satisfaction. He was already stretched out from his tumble with Opie so Jax sunk in with hardly any resistance, even if his cock was slightly longer. It felt different than with Ope, less forceful and more familiar. This should have made it less exiting but Juice just felt more comfortable in Jax's arms. Especially since the VP was pulling out all the stops and kissed, licked or caressed every part of Juice's skin he could reach. Their rhythm was slow and intimate, which Juice really liked as a contrast to his time with Ope.

"Damn, you two are so hot with each other," the man in question grunted from his place at the side of the bed.

Jax stopped devouring Juice for a moment to look back at his best friend. "It will be even hotter with your here. Didn't you want to fuck my ass?"

Opie grinned back. "I think you are confusing something. You wanted to get fucked, remember?"

"So get on with it. That's an order, by the way," Jax said with a grin.

Opie gave him a mock salute. "As you wish, VP".

He got on the bed behind Jax and grabbed the bottle of lube. Juice couldn't see him through Jax's upper body but from Jax's sudden grunt he figured that Opie was just stretching him with his fingers. Then Opie's head appeared behind Jax and the VP turned around to make out with him. The sight was way hotter than Juice had imagined. Maybe he should have watched while Ope fucked Jax through the mattress instead. This way, he likely wouldn't see much of it. Oh well, there was always a next time – and he had to admit that the thought of Jax fucking Opie brought a hint of jealously with it.

"You ready?" Opie grunted after some time.

"Yeah," Jax breathed.

"Then let's do this."

Jax stopped moving for a bit to give Opie time to lube up and get ready. He gasped when the bigger man entered him, obviously uncomfortable. Juice peppered him with kisses to take his mind of it and Jax gave him a fond smile. After some time, Opie started moving slowly and Jax started following the rhythm. It was slow and careful at the start, neither of the guys willing to push the envelope. Jax had to split his attention between Juice and Opie who both tried to claim his mouth, his hands or a combination of both.

It looked almost like work to Juice but he guessed the pleasure was well worth it. Soon Opie started to speed up which in turn caused Jax to push faster into Juice. Soon they had reached a break-neck pace, all carefulness forgotten. Juice writhed in pleasure under Jax and he could only imagined how it felt for the VP, who was now snaking a hand around the Puerto Ricans bulging erection. "Getting close, Juice," he panted.

"Me too," Juice gasped. "Go on. Come inside me."

Jax didn't need more encouragement. He sped up further – quickly followed by Opie – and not much later, Juice could feel his hot seed filling his hole. A skillful jerk on his cock sent him over the edge, spraying both Jax and himself with his cum. The VP collapsed on top of him, still being fucked by Opie. The big guy gave him a few further thrust before grunting and slowly pulling out. "Damn," he said. "I needed that."

"Me too," Juice said, feeling very satisfied with Jax on top of him and his cum in his ass. The VP seemed slightly dazed by all the sensation. He looked at Juke with unfocused eyes and made no effort of moving off him.

Opie grinned. "You okay there, Jax? Was my cock too much you?"

Jax snorted. "Don't flatter yourself."

His best friend leaned closer and kissed both Jax and Juice. "I should get back home. Donna has probably calmed down and is waiting for me. Thanks, you two. That was fucking amazing."

"Anytime," Jax said, still somewhat sleepily. Juice only nodded. He wasn't sure what to say in such a situation.

Opie got dressed and left. Jax finally rolled off Juice and lay on his side next to him, scooping him up in his arms once again. It was very romantic and all but Juice was worried that Jax would just go back to sleep with him pinned down naked and sticky next to him. He had had enough of that this morning. "Jax," he said. "Jax!"

"Hm?" Jax asked, moving one of his hands lower on Juice's back, dangerously close to his ass.

"We can't stay like this. Not here."

"Relax, Juice. Nobody will be here for hours. Plenty of time for us."

"Not that I don't like to snuggle with you," Juice said. "But we really should move this somewhere else. I had to come with all kind of stories just to explain the marks on my neck."

Jax snorted and used this opportunity to nuzzle at his neck again. "I did a good job at them."

Juice shook his head. "You are unbelievable. Let's get some lunch at least. We didn't even have breakfast."

The VP took Juice's hand and placed it on his own cock. "I have your lunch right here, Juice."

Despite his best intention to stay serious, this cracked Juice up. "Nah, not enough carbs."

"But a lot of protein."

"Still not biting", Juice said, twisting free of his arms. "I will get a shower, I am sticky all over."

"You could join me", he added when Jax didn't make any move to get out of bed.

That got Jax's attention. "Now we're talking," he said, quickly sitting up. "By the way," he said, reaching under the pillow and throwing a rumpled shirt at him. "Here is your shirt."

"You could have told me it was there!" Juice said, catching the garment.

Jax grinned at him. "Where would be the fun in that? I wanted to peel the cut off your bare chest later. Pity, Opie beat me too it."

Juice could only gape at this horny recklessness. Jax laughed, got over to him, threw him over his shoulder and carried him to the shower, completely ignoring his mild protests.

A/N Thanks for reading. Feedback is always welcome. In my next story, I am going to give Half-Sack some love, either from Jax or from Juice (or maybe both?).