Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Having to Hide Your Relationship With Jax

You didn't belong to anyone, the reaper was your mother, and your father, and SAMCRO was your family.

Found abandoned as a baby on the TM lot many years back, the club in its entirety raised you, all the members were your father figures, and their old ladies your mother figures. You knew no other way.

Growing up with Jax and Opie, the three of you grew very close, and damn near inseparable. Where there was one, there was at least one other not to far behind.

When the boys patched in, you took up a permanent residence at the clubhouse, finally growing weary of bouncing from house to house. And as the years flew by, you found yourself spending more and more time with Jax, he somehow always had some bullshit excuse to stick around once everyone had left. Skeptical at first, you began to see your childhood friend in a different light, a path you would have never seen yourself cross.

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"Shhh, don't make me laugh," you playfully whispered into Jax's ear as he ran his lips across your throat.

You struggled to hold back whimpers of pleasure, knowing that if he heard them, his animalistic desires would take over, and there was no hush-hush with that.

As you tugged slightly at his hair, he let out a throaty groan,

"How am I supposed to contain myself when you go and do that?" His eyebrows rose with that crooked smile of his.

Licking your bottom lip as you stared into his beautiful baby blues, you ran your hand through his shaggy blonde hair once more before stepping away from the apartment wall he had you pinned against.

"They're gonna wonder where you are," you had to look away, because you knew what was coming, and you didn't have the will to stand your ground while staring into his eyes.

"It's such shit that we have to keep sneaking around like this," there he went again, "I know that you mean a lot to all of them, but you mean more to me-"

With your back toward him and arms crossed over your chest, you sighed "Do you not remember the last guy I tried to date?"

"Was a piece of shit prospect-"

"You all destroyed him!" You fought hard not to turn around, even when you heard him approaching.

"I'm not a piece of shit, and I'm not a prospect, we have no idea how they'll react," his hands began to slide around your waist, "especially if we never tell them."

His loving embrace was something you could live in forever and as much as you wanted the entire world to know how much you cared about this man, you knew that it just wasn't the right time.

"Not yet Jackson," you turned into his arms, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, "soon, but just not now," you smiled, hoping he would drop it for the time being.

With a stern look, and squinted eyes, he stared you down, literally, and figuratively. Without a word, he pulled your arms from his neck, and began for the door, almost looking as though he was on a mission.

For a split second, you stood there in confusion, but worry then took over, "Jax, what are you doing? Jax!" You called out, trying not to raise your voice too much.

No choice but to follow him, you scurried to catch up, a look of determination etched onto his face, you then knew exactly what he was up to. But before you could protest any further, the two of you were out by the bar, all the guys turned eyes towards you.

"What's up Jacky Boy?" Chibs stood in concern.

Your heart raced, you peered up at Jax with pleading eyes, internally begging him to not do what you thought he was about to do.

"Attention everyone!" Jax's voice carried throughout the entire room and you felt as though you were going to pass out.

"Squirt here...has been gracious enough to volunteer her day washing our bikes," he looked down at you with pure seriousness, "that is all," he smiled, and a roar of laughter erupted.

Your mouth hung open as you stood there in shock, not having the slightest of clue unto what in the hell was going on, but more than happy that he didn't spill the beans.

"Jax you punk!" You punched him in the arm before putting on a mockingly butthurt expression.

Opie and Tig instantly come to your aid, "Butt face," Tig teasingly stuck his tongue out as Jax as he and Op pulled you to the bar.

One last look over your shoulder and Jax flashed you a cheeky little wink, this boy was going to be the death of you.

[Written in 2015]