Jacky Vincent Imagines

"Jailbait"

Smiling in satisfaction and eyes bright, Jacky sat the beloved body of his beautiful neon guitar down upon its stand. The rehearsal had been wonderful, as always, not a bum note in sight and Ronnie’s vocal-range only improving day by day. He stretched his arms above his head to loosen the muscle, “That was awesome!”

“Fuck yeah it was! We seem to be getting better and better each time we play!” Ronnie grinned, skipping over to his fridge to pull out several ice-crisp coke cans and passing them around the band.

But the guitarist shook his head politely in decline, longing to see the “Not for me, thanks. It’s almost time for my girl to finish school and I wanna go pick her up like always!”

The entirety of the band immediately began to glow with similar smug looks, casting glances between one and other that seemed to go amiss with their lead guitarist. As much as they loved the Brit and were pleased to see him so full of life and elated these past few months, it was just so easy to inflict torture on him. None of what they said would ever be true, of course, but when Jacky Vincent got himself into a mood it was such a humorous sight.

"Oh yeah, is it that time already?" Derek chuckled, eyes bright with wit. "Y’know man, I really admire your dedication to her. How many guys our age take so much time to babysit a teen after school."

The room instantly boomed with laughter, lead by the rhythm himself who draped himself half-way on Ron’s lap and proceeded to wipe at his eyes. Jacky’s mouth curled down into a deep-set frown. He despised when they did this to him.

"Fuck you, " The Brit spat, eyes darkening around the edges and arms crossed tight across his torso.

Ron, fighting strongly against an amused smile, tapped Derek proudly on the back and quickly rushed to his aid. “I think what Derek meant to say, was that we’re actually jealous of your relationship with her.”

Jacky’s lip twitched, “Really?”

"Sure, man! I’d love to date a girl and get paid for after school day care too!"

A chorus of thick laughter erupted again within the room, and Jacky could take the wicked torment no longer. His eyes narrowed into slits as blue as the night sky and he forcefully tugged his jacket up his arms. “Screw you, Ron! Screw all of you! I don’t need to stay here and listen to this bullshit.”

Ryan and Ronnie cast each other an equally worried glance, and guilt began to unfurl in flicked petals within his chest.

“Jacky wait!” The drummer called after him, causing the youngest man to freeze in his angered steps.

He sucked in a breath, peering behind his shoulder for a matter of seconds and with fists balled at his sides. “What?”

Ronnie chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip, approaching his friend to drape an arm around his shoulders and pat calmly. “Hey, calm down. I know we’re continuously making jokes about your girlfriend being jail bait, but there’s really no true feelings behind it. We think she’s perfect for you, and it’s so good to see you honestly happy.”

Those kind words, teamed with the encouraging smile from Ryan, served as a catalyst to the melting of his anger. He knew that the shrill jokes and catcalls from his band mates were never to be taking seriously and yet the always affected him the same. However, getting an apology from them was a rare thing.

"Really?" He grinned, staying on the edge of uncertainty.

"Absolutely!" Ryan chimed, voice bright. "And we want you to let her know that she’s welcome here in the studio anytime, no exceptions."

Jacky paused, waiting for the misplaced puns of ‘As long as she completes her homework first!’ or ‘But we’ll be grading her on her ability to perform well in a social group’ as was the norm whenever his beloved was mentioned.

But instead Ryan continued his outreach of kindness. “In fact, I’d look forward to meeting her properly. There’s only one thing, though, could you ask her something for us?”

Jacky nodded eagerly, entranced by the prospect of bringing his girlfriend ‘home’. “Sure, anything!”

There was a flash of teeth, an exchange between band-mates, and then Ronnie was exclaiming. “Ask her if she’ll bring her Girl Scout cookies to sell to us!”

Their voices boomed together in an outbreak of loud laughter once again, like nails scraping down a chalkboard, and Jacky swore at the top of his lungs that he’d never speak to them again before forcibly storming from the room.

-

As soon as you slid into the supple leather of Jacky’s car, a pair of soft pink lips were colliding with your own in an oxygen-stealing kiss. His mouth massaged your own, clinging and wet, and his large palms held your body directly against his larger frame. He slid his long fingertips through your hair, rubbing at your nape and murmuring soft sounds of pleasure into the swift flick of your entangled tongues.

When the kiss eventually dwindled all your air and you separated, butterflies swarming your stomach and a smile unable to leave your face, you giggled, “Well hi to you too, Jacky.”

He flushed several shades of rose and pink, brushing his nose against your own. It was so good to hear that delicate voice after a tiring day of music and childish abuse from his supposed friends; but you could always make him feel whole again.

"Sorry," He chewed on his bottom lip, lashes sweeping low across his cheekbones. "I just really missed you today. Rehearsals today were… tiring to say the least."

You ran the length of your thumb down that exquisite jaw, sensing tension. With a peck of your lips against the strip of skin stretched just beneath his ear, you cooed, “Are they teasing you again, baby?”

The curl of his lower lip was unavoidable and he nodded, pouting, “Yeah. They always do it… Call you jailbait or worse.. But that’s not the case, I mean, I love you. Why can’t they understand that?”

"Because they’re your best friends!" You giggled, petting his torso with deft fingertips until you could feel his heart rate lower into a state of calm. "If they didn’t tease or pick on you then they wouldn’t be doing their job right."

Burying his nose into your hair and breathing in familiar scents of lavender and honeysuckle, your words seemed all too obvious. Perhaps jumping straight to anger wasn’t always the best solution.

"I guess you’re right," He sighed, scratching at your spine with affectionate touches. "But enough about all that drama, how was your day?"

Grinning with pearlescent teeth, you exploded into excited chatter. So many wonderful things had happened in just one day, and telling Jacky all about them was one of the best things. He was engaged fully in your conversation, laughing and teasing. You told him about your Chemistry assignment, and how the evil bitch in your class, who had spent the past three years abusing you because of your look, had cried because she singed off the end of her fake extensions. You told him about the cooker in the cafeteria breaking down, forcing the school to call out for pizzas. You told him about the Gangnam Style flash-mob that occurred in music class.

He watched you with brilliant blue eyes that sparkled with flecks of love, grinning so hard that it made his cheekbones ached, and kissing the breath from your lungs when all of your wild stories came to a dramatic close.

"Mm, what was that for?" You giggled, "Is that your subtle way of telling me to shut up?"

He shook his head, kissing at your nose in repeat, “No, of course not. I just want you to know that I wouldn’t change a single thing about you, baby.”

Love burst in your heart like a thousand balloons, “You wouldn’t even make me older?”

The question was painfully obvious. “No. Stay who you are. Forever.”