A/N: Okay so I won't likely be online for another three days, but I should have more up when I come back. I have to be brief. I hope you guys enjoy this! 1331 words and I still don't own SOA. By the way, this is supposed to be short. I'm bad with long projects.

He's had a lot of time to think about it between now and yesterday, of what he's going to say and do. It's been nearly twenty four hours since he's decided to talk to Juice, and he hasn't been able to come up with a single Goddamn thing to say. What the hell are you supposed to say in a situation like this, anyway? "Hey, Juicey-boy, sorry about that awkward kiss that you probably don't remember because you seemed like you were drunk off your ass, but I just wanted to say that I think I'm in love with you and I want to fuck you. Hard." Yeah, he figures that's probably not the best thing to say.

As he's driving to the clubhouse, his hands begin to sweat, and he's glad he's wearing gloves; he doesn't want his palms to slip on the handlebars. He'd rather have control over his bike and not crash. He forces his mind to stay on track, and finally he pulls his bike into the parking lot. Some of the guys come over, ask him if he's feeling better, and he laughs and says that it was just "a nasty little bug," assuring them that it's gone now. They walk away, and that just leaves one person. Juice. The boy had been standing behind the other three, and at a bit of a distance. Chibs hadn't noticed at first, but there he was. The Scotsman's stomach exploded in nervous fluttering (of course, he'd never call it butterflies. That was incredibly stupid. It was more churning than fluttering anyway) when he caught sight of the nervous-looking Puerto Rican.

"What's eatin' ya, boy?" he asks, slinging an arm over the younger man's shoulder. He's made an unconscious decision in that moment, and he now realizes it. He's going to pretend he doesn't remember. Pretend it was an accident. Take the Goddamn coward's way out. Oh well... it's better than losing the boy.

Juice shifts uncomfortably, and Chibs feels a spark of panic. He pushes it down and listens attentively as Juice speaks in a nervous manner. "...Nothing. I mean, actually... yeah. Uh. Can we like, y'know, talk?"

"'Bout what?" Chibs asks, but Juice just shakes his head.

"Not here. In private. It's... It's about a few days ago."

Well, shit.

"What happened a few days ago?" The Scotsman sounds more nervous than he intended, and he curses himself for it.

Juice gives an exasperated sigh and drags the elder over to his dorm within the clubhouse, locking the door. Chibs can see Jax looking at them before they're locked in, and he sends a pleading look over to him that practically screams 'get me out of this!' Jax only laughs to himself and shakes his head. The message is clear: 'you're on your own, man.'

Chibs scowls at the blond's treachery, but his attention is soon focused on Juice, who has his hands on Chibs' shoulders. Their noses are mere centimetres apart, and Chibs swallows thickly. He tries to force his breathing to stay even, but it's difficult as hell when Juice is looking into his eyes like that, and so close he can feel the lad's breath falling heavy on his lips.

"You been sick, huh?"

The question breaks the silence and his erratic thoughts, and it takes him a second too long to respond, working his jaw soundlessly for a moment before stammering, "Aye, nasty little bug..."

Juice smirks like he knows a big secret, and it's a little irritating and frightening all at once. Chibs isn't sure what that look's about, but he's not quite sure he likes it. "You know I don't buy that load of shit for a second, right?" Chibs is about to respond, somehow, but Juice cuts off his futile attempts at eloquence. "I know you know what you did, Chibsie." He smirks a bit at the nickname, and it irritates Chibs that he can be so calm, playing with his emotions like that when the boy, he's sure, knows damn well what he's doing to him.

"Enlighten me," he says, leaning in just a few centimetres closer.

And then, out of fucking nowhere, Juice's lips are on his. It's warm and firm and much more caring than the drunken kiss he initiated a few days ago. Before he can stop himself, he's kissing back almost hungrily. Juice's fingers tangle in his greying hair, and his own fingers go down to rest on the younger's angular hips. A tongue pokes out to swipe along his lips, and he opens his mouth and sucks it in.

It really is nothing like kissing a woman. Fundamentally, it's the same: two mouths, two tongues, and a hell of a lot of spit. However, there's none of that softness a woman has. There's just muscle and bones and an all-encompassing heat. This is the most passionate kiss he's had in a damn long while, and he'll be damned if it's not one of the most enjoyable he's had in his life.

They pull away after a minute, or really Juice does, to breathe. "What... the hell... was that?" Chibs pants, dumbstruck.

Juice only smiles at him a little sheepishly, a deep crimson saturating his cheeks. "You told me to enlighten you... So I did."

"Well great. I'm enlightened. Now what?"

"...Why?"

The question hangs in the air for a moment, before Chibs responds, "It's like I told Jax yesterday... Stupid as it sounds, his old dog found love."

"Doesn't sound stupid to me," Juice retorts, looking him in the eyes. "I found it a while ago... didn't wanna say anything." He's been reduced to mumbling, and Chibs can barely understand a word he's saying.

"Really, now? And who's the lucky lady?"

The younger man snorts. "She ain't much of a looker, for a lady. She's going grey, and she has a Goddamn beard. Her name's Chibs, and she's the craziest bastard I know."

There's a pause, and then they both burst into laughter. "Yeah? Well, my girl's flat-chested as hell, and at least yours has hair. Juicey-girl's almost fuckin' bald!" They laugh a little more, and it feels wonderful to be like this with each other. Then the old question comes back up.

"So... what now?"

Chibs doesn't really know how to respond. He's never been good with this sappy emotional shit. "I guess... If the both of us old girls love each other the same... we might as well give it a shot."

There's no question of how they're going to tell the guys, or even if they will. There's no question of what this is gong to mean for them, for the future. There are no words exchanged as the two of them come together again, another kiss shared between newfound lovers.