Linc Me Up and Blake Me In

[ariannabridges]

It was just another day and as usual, Lincoln was in the training room waiting for Bellamy to arrive for their usual training session. After the events at Mount Weather, the eldest Blake had come to him and asked if he would train him in hand to hand combat. He was very good with a gun, which he had demonstrated on several occasions, but sometimes guns just weren't good enough. Sometimes, hand to hand combat was the better way to go. It was quite a handy skill to have if a person didn't have their gun or weapon on them and needed to defend themselves. Of course, the trained grounder had accepted his offer. From a young age, he had been taught how to fight using a variety of fighting techniques, whether it be hand to hand combat or the use of a variety of weapons. Swords, arrows, spears, knives. Lincoln could wield a variety of weapons. Bellamy had quickly become a good friend of his, the two men growing closer after the events that had taken place at Mount Weather. He considered him to be a best friend of sorts. A very GORGEOUS best friend at that.  


Slowly, over time, the grounder male started to develop a bit of feelings for the older Blake. He was gorgeous, strong, a great leader, and he had a good heart. Bellamy genuinely cared about the safety and well-being of his people and he wasn't afraid to fight for them. Despite everything that happened, he was going on strong. He had to. For his people. The grounder deeply admired him for that. Since Clarke left, he had to take on the role as leader alone and while he was amazing at it, Lincoln could see just how truly sad he was. It hurt to see him like that. More than he cared to admit. Their training sessions together seemed to help with that pain, even if only for a little while. The first couple weeks were particularly fun. No matter how many times his back hit the mat, the eldest Blake got back up and kept fighting.


Lately, Lincoln's feelings for Bellamy seemed to grow stronger and stronger in intensity. Particularly when they were training together. Seeing the younger male shirtless, body adorned in sweat, muscles flexing and tensing ignited a desire deep within him. He found himself having to resist the urge to press him against the wall and kiss him, having his filthy way with the younger man right then and there. Still, every time their training sessions ended, he was left with a rather large boner, which he had to take care of himself. Thinking about Bellamy and all the nasty things he would do to him, quickly coming undone at the mere thought of it all. Well, no more. Lincoln was tired of holding back his desires. He wanted Bellamy and he would have him.


Leaning against the wall, he waited for Bellamy to arrive wearing his usual basketball shorts and sneakers, only today he decided to go completely shirtless. Tanned and ripped muscles on full display. Approaching footsteps could be heard, quickly edging closer and closer to where Lincoln lie in wait. A small smirk tugged at his lips, muscles tensing as he prepared to pounce. Then, he finally stepped into the room and Lincoln quickly advanced on him, grabbing him and pushing him up against the wall. Dark eyes gazed into Bellamy's as he pinned the smaller male's body against the wall with his slightly larger body. When he started to speak, Lincoln leaned down and captured his mouth in a hot kiss, abruptly cutting off his words.



Bellamy Blake  

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: ariannabridges

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THE HELL WE WANT

Mount Weather had left its mark on everyone, and Bellamy Blake was no exception. With what he had to do there . . . the blood of over 600 people now on his hands, innocent men, women . . . children . . . well, coping was not easy for him. Clarke's departure had made it even more difficult. The fact that his sister was here, helped ease some of the pain. But he also could not burden her with his own troubles. Lincoln however, provided an entirely different kind of comfort to the male.

One that Bellamy found himself heavily relying on. He had grown closer to him ever since he saved his life in the cave. Hell, Lincoln was at the very least, one of Bellamy's best friends. But, it went beyond that. It surpassed that, at least for Bellamy. Emotionally. He knew he was especially vulnerable after Mount Weather, and maybe that played into his emotions a little. He had never been in an actual romantic relationship with anyone before . . . but for whatever reason, he could see himself being in one with Lincoln.

The physical attraction to the man transforming into a deeper need for his companionship. Of course, he had never articulated this. Not verbally, not physically. But damn, it was on his mind. These training sessions made it more and more difficult to engage in without wanting to take their friendship to the next level. It caused Bellamy to find whatever excuses he could to touch Lincoln . . . all for the sake of "training" of course, but there were more, personal reasons he wanted to. Ones filled with longing. With need. Passionate desire. The thoughts were all consuming, and each time he saw him . . . he swore his heart beat a little heavier in his chest. Today as he walked in, the sight of the man immediately captured Bellamy's interest. It always did, but seeing his strong chest, the muscles tearing through his entire body, the beautiful hue of his skin . . . well, damn.

Today Bellamy would definitely need to find as many excuses as he could to have his hands on him. As always, his heart beat heavier as Lincoln started to approach him. Bellamy wished he had removed his shirt as well, wanting to appreciate the skin to skin contact, but he would take it off later. He was about to say something, about to distract himself as his eyes lingered over the man in a slow, drawn out motion . . . but before he could speak, he was pressed against the wall, Lincoln's lips against his. The surprise of it caught Bellamy off guard but the incredible sensation quickly replaced whatever surprise had left him motionless.

One hand roamed over Lincoln's back, while is other moved to the back of his head to press him closer. Bellamy deepened the kiss, coaxing Lincoln's mouth open with his own as he slipped his tongue inside, drinking in the delicious taste that Lincoln offered; a thirst that his throat had been burning for to be quenched. Bellamy groaned with pleasure amidst the embrace, finding it such a turn on to be pinned like this, to have the larger male assert control like this. And it caused his body to already respond, starting to feel strongly aroused by everything that Lincoln was doing to him right now.