50 Shades Of Band Members

Help Us, Please? (Ronnie Radke/Jacky Vincent- Falling In Reverse)

"Babe, I think we need to add a little spice to our lovelife," You had whispered to your lover one night, tucked within the chamber of his arms and the warmth of a blanket. It was movie night; every Wednesday it was movie night. And the two of you had slipped into the routine effortlessly.

For some reason it had struck you harder tonight than it did before. Your time with Jacky had gotten far too.. familiar. You still loved him as much as you did the day you first met him, and each one of his kisses still escalated your heartrate. But you could predict the events that would occur each day before they even happened, and that was almost exhausting.

Jacky’s eyes gazed up at you, wide and blossoming with surprise. A breath caught in your throat; Those eyes. “Am… Am I not enough?”

He sounded like a wounded puppy, scolded for no notable reason, and guilt prickled within your chest at the mere sight. Your mouth traced down the ridge of his jaw, kissing the sensitive skin in neat patches. He leaned up into it, mewling.

"Of coarse you are enough, Jacky!" You protested, tilting his head upwards to gaze into your eyes. "I love you more and more each day, and you know that. But we do the same things, day in day out.  I’m just… maybe there’s something we can do to mix up the routine?”

His brows pressed together, lip caught between his teeth in contemplation. He seemed doubtful but respectful. “I’ll see what I can do.”

-

The notion had apparently gone unheard of in the days following, and although you were frustrated with the lack of communication, you were happy to let things slide. Despite your discomfort, Jacky would always be in your best interest.

You were sitting in your livingroom with the band, the delightful chuckle of Ryan’s laughter echoing throughout the house and causing you to smile. You twirled one of Christina’s locks around your finger, idly playing with her hair as she leaned into the touch. The atmosphere was comfortable, familiar. Always familiar.

"Babe?" Jacky spoke, pulling you from your reverie. He had the fabric of his shirt pulled up over his chin, lashes batting across the peaks of his cheekbones. You stifled the coo that bubbled in your throat at the sight, and smiled politely at Ronnie who stood by your lover’s side.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Um…" Jacky smacked his lips together, head tilting towards the lead singer. "I thought. Um. Can you come upstairs with us for a moment?"

Your brow furrowed in an attempt to make sense of the situation. Your lover was never normally this shy around you, and it was throwing you off balance. 

“Sure,” You answered after a moment, rising to your feet hesitantly. Your hand slipped into Jacky’s own and it seemed as though he was going to skip upstairs. Behind you, you were certain you could hear Christina giggle.

You flopped down on your bed with a curious smile, feeling somewhat awkward with the way Jacky and Ronnie were simply staring at you. You shifted, plucking at a lose thread of your jeans and waited for the conversation to begin. “So..”

"Babe.. um.. you remember what we discussed a few nights ago?" Jacky’s voice was surprisingly even, silk brushing across exposed skin. Excitement instantly began to simmer in your chest and the mere mention, and lubricated cogs slowly started to turn in your brain.

Your voice was nothing above a whisper. “Yes?”

Hot pink lips brushed your neck, revealing hidden goosebumps with ease. His accent,  thick but light, never failed to make your stomach churn. “Well I was talking to Ronnie about it and… he said.. he said he’d kindly help us out.”