#j5

The sun sparkles over the clear sky around California as you drive from L.A. to Encino. Stopping for gas along the way, you walk to the cashier to pay. The cashier looked just a few years younger than you, flipping through a magazine and obnoxiously popping her gum.

"I've got 8 dollars regular on 2," you say trying to make your voice louder than the continuous pop! pop! sound. She punches some buttons on her cash register, magazine still in one hand with her eyes never leaving the page. The only time she does look up at you was when the register pops open and her open palm was waiting for you to put cash in it.

"That'll be eight- Oh my God!" she screams, magazine falling from her hand to her lap. With her openly gaping at you with her mouth wide open, you quickly look around behind you unsure of what was going on.

"You’re-You're her! That's you!" She abruptly closes the magazine and points to the front page. Looking at the glossy print, 'From Backup to Front Act!' the top headline reads and you recognize yourself with your sisters posing on the entertainment magazine's cover labeling you as Motown's new hot girl group.

Out of habit, your eyes scan the other featured articles and your boyfriend's group name catches your eye. 'The Jackson 5: Too big for Motown?'

The subheading hints of them cutting ties with your shared label—news that was very much new to you, your ears tune out the rest of the cashier girl gushing about your group.

"Oh my god my best friend is going to flip! Can I please have your autograph?" She slams the magazine on the counter and scrambles for a pen. You smile and ask for her name to go on the dedication.

"Maisie. My name is Maisie," she giggles nervously watching you intently as you write a short message beside your photo and hand it back to her.

"Thank you, Maisie. Keep the change," you grab ten dollars from your pocket and place it on the counter before walking back to your car. The rest of the drive to Encino was quiet, mind echoing that line from the magazine.

The tall gates of Hayvenhurst open to you and drive up the long red brick path to park next to Jackie's red Eldorado. Dropping the visor mirror to check your lipstick and hair, you smile and feel the mix of nerves and excitement you usually get before walking onto a stage. The doorbell dings and you patiently wait.

"Hello? Anyone home?"

You call out Jackie's name a few times from the doorway. Taking slow steps into the hallway, trying to listen for your boyfriend anywhere. The Jackson household was surprisingly quiet.

Living room? Empty. Kitchen? Empty. Upstairs? Empty.

The whole house felt like a maze at some point so you decided to look in the backyard. The sky was painted in orange and pink hues as the sun began to set, the light trickling sound of water from fountain masked the soft footsteps approaching behind you. His familiar cologne hit your senses before his hands could even come up to cover your eyes.

"Sigmund Esco Jackson, I drove an hour through traffic to see you. I ain't playin' around-" your rant gets cut off by his deep chuckle. Swatting his hands away, you turn around and pout at him which he quickly dissolves with his lips on yours.

"I'm sorry, baby girl. Trust me, it'll be worth it. Now, turn around and keep walkin'," the soft tone of his voice tickles behind your ear, gently facing you away. Placing his hand around your waist, he leads you further into the lush green garden. Walking past some rose bushes, you gasp at the white gazebo that stood in the end of the cobblestone path.

"Do you like it, baby? I thought we could have a nice dinner together since we going steady now," Jackie gives you a soft squeeze and a kiss on the temple. What makes you flush even more is when he hurriedly pulls out your chair for you at the beautiful outdoor set up. What a gentleman.

Jackie had always made it clear he wanted to treat you right. Meeting you for the first time in the studio when you and your sisters were singing samples and making backing vocals for the company, he was smitten from the start. Even under strict 'no relationships' rule under the watchful eye of Barry and his father Joseph, the two of you made it work and fought for each other to stay together. The label wasn't happy neither was his father but as long as the two of you kept it private, they had let you.

Warm lights were lit all around matching the orange and pink tone of the sky. Jackie reaches from underneath the table and presents you a bouquet of summer flowers before pouring you a glass of wine.

"Oh, Jackie! They're beautiful!" You beam, bringing the colorful flowers in to smell their sweet dew.

"Only the best for my girl," he winks with a sly smile, making your cheeks warm up.

Watching his arm flexed holding out the glass to you, you cant help but bite your lip at finding the mere sight of him so hot. His form fitting button down shirt, had the top three buttons open exposing his gold chain laying over his sturdy chest.

"Thank you, handsome," you wink and giggle at his smile growing wider at your compliment.

The dinner he had prepared—or sheepishly admitted to have bought and re-plated, was delicious by your standards. Praising him for the effort and for not burning down the house to attempt any cooking.

"Woman, I can cook. How the heck do you think my lil brothers got so big?" He rebuts pointing his fork at you. You can only laugh and shake your head finishing the last of your wine.

With plates cleaned of food and the bottle of wine dry, the chill of the night settled between you and decided to head back inside the house for dessert.

Sitting on the kitchen counter, Jackie prepared a big scoop of ice cream for you with whipped cream on top. Without warning, your finger dips into the frothy white topping and dabs it all over Jackie's nose. He freezes and you giggle uncontrollably licking the leftover on your finger as he processes what you had just done.

"Makin' a mess. C'mere," with a wide smile he drops the spoon in his hand and quickly grabs your face to wipe his nose all over yours.

"Jackie, no!" you squeal and try to break free almost falling off the counter. He traps your sides by tickling you to no end, filling the quiet kitchen with both of your laughter. Jackie's lips pepper kisses all over your face before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

"My baby girl is sweet as sin," he mumbles against your lips and pulls you by the waist to bring you closer. Chests pressed together, your lips mold together in synchronization, exploring each other with building need. His hands brush your thighs before slipping under your shirt to feel more of your skin. Gasping for air at the feeling of his long calloused fingers roaming your back, he nips at your neck and pops each button of your knitted blouse open.

"Jackie, your family might be home soon," you whisper in his ear. Moaning as he marks your neck with his teeth, his large palm cups your breast with a soft squeeze making him involuntarily grind onto you. Despite your reluctance, your skirt was almost halfway up your legs and braced on either side of his waist. You wrap them around him, an impulsive attempt to feel him closer to your core.

"They'll be back in the morning. We're all alone baby girl," he reassures you, tugging down the cups of your bra to expose your chest. He swiftly envelops each perked tip with his mouth sucking and rolling his tongue over your sensitive buds. You gasp and moan, arching into him stealing your breath from the pleasure of his skilled tongue. He keeps you steady as he trails his lips lower and lower until he was fully knelt in front of you. Peering up from between your thighs, he licks and sucks at each side making you clench at the sensual sight.

"J-Jackie..." you moan, feeling him inch closer to your core. He had eaten you out a few times before, but the sight of him willing to be between your thighs was always a thrilling sight.

"Do you want me, baby? Tell me you want me," he softly pleads, his hands pushing your legs wider, fist bunching up your skirt to kiss just below the waistband of your underwear. Your hand grips the edge of the counter as he presses a firmer kiss on your soft mound.

"Please... Oh, Jackie. Yes, I want you," you whimper, your head lolling back. He wastes no time with his fingers quickly working to rid you of the piece of fabric. He bites his lip, seeing your soaked panties in his hand, setting it next to you. He eyes the neglected bowl of ice cream nearby and mimics your action from earlier. The tip of his finger dips into the whipped cream and you watch with full attention as he opens his mouth letting his tongue scrape the white fluff off his finger. What stops your breath was when he keeps his eyes intently on yours and laps a long line over your sex, tasting your arousal with the sweet topping.

The perverted act drives you hotter as he licks you clean, rolling your hips with each stroke. Gripping the counter, you can't help but cuss at the intensity of his strokes. He moans at the sound of his name coming from your lips as you feel so close to your climax. Your hands clinging to his shoulders, marking them with your nails as your body uncontrollably trembles with each lick and suck. Bringing his thumb to rub circles over your swollen bud, he eats you out with persistence, hearing you shout his name as you come undone over his tongue.

Pulling him up by the collar of his shirt, he chuckles in surprise at your urgency to take his lips onto yours. Moaning at the mix of your taste in his mouth, you help him out of his button down. Letting your hands explore the newly exposed skin, you hand stops at the gold chain you had gifted him on his birthday not too long ago. Feeling a surge of confidence, you lay your palm flat over his chest.

"I'm ready," the words leave your lips before you register them in your mind. A light buzz of energy goes between you, hot and electric. You weren't sure if you feel your own pulse quicken or if it was Jackie's thumping out of his chest.

"Jackie, I'm ready to do it," you say with more confidence now. Letting your hand glide down until you reach the top of his belt buckle. Looking through your lashes you wait until he realizes what you meant.

"O-Oh... Oh! That... are you sure, baby? I mean, we talked about takin' it slow. I don't want you to feel pressured or anythin'," his eyes widen a bit at your forwardness, but soften in concern thinking of your wishes to pace your relationship a bit slower. You told him early on that you were still a virgin so sex was still a scary concept for you. He promised if you decided to have your first time with him, he'd get rid of those fears.

"Baby, please make love to me. I need you," pulling him closer with a tug on his belt loop, you practically purr the words against his lips feeling his warm breath stutter. His arms scoop you up from the back of your legs and you yelp suddenly being lifted off the counter and carried to his room.

The next thing you knew was feeling the soft mattress touch your back and the small clang of Jackie's belt hitting the floor along with his trousers leaving him in just his boxers. Propping yourself up, you watch him unzip your skirt and tug them off your legs as you let your top fall off your shoulders and unhook your bra to toss them to the side.

Jackie takes a minute to rake his eyes at your bare state, traveling from head to toe. You feel the heat creep up your cheeks at the intense hunger in his eyes. Slowly, he lowers himself closer to you. Kissing you with softness as you lay back down, he lets you get comfortable before finding your eyes again.

"Are you sure, baby?" He whispers softly, bringing your hand to his lips kissing the back of it. You only nod and peck his lips in assurance. He reaches over to his nightstand and pull out a small foil packet. The buzzing on your skin doesn't stop until you hear the soft sound of the rubber sliding into place. Lifting your leg to give him more space between your thighs, Jackie places a kiss to your shoulder as he positions himself to your entrance.

"Tell me if you want to stop, okay? I don't want to hurt you baby,"

"I trust you, Jackie. Please take me," he leaves kisses over your neck and shoulders while he lets his tip slowly push in. Feeling the new pressure, you brace your hands over his arm and shoulder, getting adjusted to his size. Inch by inch he eases himself in until he bottoms out in you with a deep groan.

"Oh, baby. I've been dreaming about this for far too long," he whispers in your ear, gripping your waist as to ground himself trying not to get lost in his own need. You can't help but moan feeling him slightly pulse inside you. He pulls out halfway and hooks his leg underneath yours, making you open to him more and lower himself in a deep thrust.

"God, I knew you'd feel this good, baby." He moves on top of you in a searing pace, leaving you moaning his name. It was your first time with a man, so Jackie wanted to make you feel so tended to during sex. His soft brown eyes stayed watching you and the small expressions of your face, wanting to sense if he was making you feel anything but good.

"Jackie. F-fuck. You're so deep. Feels so good, baby." Letting your moans get louder with his accelerating pace, you feel your walls begin to contract on him in short tremors.

"Shit, baby—so so tight. Taking me so good," he grunts, hips unrelenting to your core. The round tip of his member nudges the softest spot in you, it makes you see stars. Gasping each time he hits the spot, your legs start to shake on their own as more pressure builds within you.

"Jackie. Oh, God. I'm gonna—" you couldn't even get the last word in before you break, writhing under him as your orgasm hits you. Clawing at his back, his hips stutter at the satisfying sting of you marking him.

Chasing his own high, Jackie pistons himself inside you, catching your lips with his letting the deep kiss fuel his race to finish. The over stimulation brings tears to your eyes, dazed in pleasure. Jackie wraps his arms around your hips keeping you close, sweat dripping down his chest and abs looking down at himself pump through you.

"Baby, I-I... fuck you're so beautiful," he huffs savoring the slick sounds coming from your bodies. Without warning, your body releases over him again, making you scream his name as the shock waves roll through your bodies. Your walls clench around him tight and he releases into the condom in long hot spurts, fingers gripping your hips tight wishing he didn't have a barrier to fully feel himself flood into you.

Breathless and spent, Jackie lets his weight fall onto your chest, each intake of breath going in sync as you both come back to reality. Lifting himself to pull the condom off, he rises from the bed and walks to the en suite bathroom. Hearing the water run, Jackie walks back into the room still naked and glistening in sweat. Feeling boneless on his mattress, you feel the bed dip as he reaches to pull you up in his arms.

"Wha-"

"Let me clean you up, mama."

He carries you to the shower and finally sets you down, letting the water cool your bodies. Bathed and tended to, Jackie slips on some pajama pants and helps you into one of his shirts, guiding your hands out one by one and kissing each hand as he pulls it out of each sleeve. He assists each foot through a pair of his boxer shorts, kissing right under your navel as he pulls up the waistband.

Laying back on the bed, your head rests on his shoulder, a finger tracing shapes over his chest. Thinking about the day you've had, a sudden tinge of unease enters your mind as you remember the magazine headline from earlier.

"I can hear you thinkin' from two states over, doll. What's the matter?"

"Siggy, are y'all really leaving Motown?" you ask almost too quietly. Jackie, hearing the sadness in your voice tilts your chin up to meet his concerned eyes. He knows you'd hear about it sooner or later, but he had been putting off telling you trying to avoid seeing this exact look on your face.

He ponders a bit before he simply responds, "Yes."

Worry fills your head as you realize that his family moving on from Motown could also mean he'd be moving on from you. You try to rationalize with yourself thinking of this move means more to his family than wanting to keep him by your side. But the thought of seeing him away makes your eyes sting.

"Hey, now. What's got you all upset?" He asks, worry creased at his brows. You turn away and laugh at your own expense, not really wanting to come off as the 'clingy girlfriend' when you've only been together for almost a year.

"Nothing, baby. I'm sorry to bring down the mood."

"Baby girl, look at me?" he pleads, leaning over to his side so to try and make you face him. Wiping a few stray tears, you turn over trying to mask your sadness with a smile.

"We might be leaving Motown, but I sure as hell wont be leaving you, baby. I'm not going to let you go, beautiful. I love you too much."

The last bit stills you. It was the first time he had ever said those words to you and you can't help but tear up all over again.

"I love you too, Jackie." He smiles and kisses you tenderly, letting his thumb wipe your tears away.

"You're it for me, baby. Don't let anyone else make you think that ain't true," he rests his forehead against yours and strokes your face until the two of you fall asleep.