Bryan's Birthday Bellebrations

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Tonight was a special night. Or well, the day was special but this was the time that Bellamy was able to be with Bryan. They had become increasingly closer, dating, and far more serious than Bellamy had ever been with anyone. Closer than he had ever allowed himself to be with anyone. Tonight . . . he wanted to do something special for Bryan. It was his 18th birthday and the older male knew he didn't have much to offer. He couldn't really afford anything worth giving, and his job wasn't exactly a glamerous one.

Instead, he decided to go with something sentimental; romantic even. He was currently guiding Bryan, trusting him to keep his eyes closed as his hand led him. Bellamy had gotten the help of his more well connected friend to give him access to a small intimate room. It of course wasn't illegal, cause Bellamy sure as hell wasn't going to do anything to jeapordize Bryan's life. Especially now that he was 18. Especially after what he had done to his own family. But he would not allow those thoughts to surface tonight. This was about Bryan, and celebrating his birthday.

"Almost there," he assured him. Leading him into the room, it would give them the best view of the moon. Inside, he set up a small picnic, a blanket on the ground with a couple of pillows, and an assortment of foods that he knew Bryan particularly liked. It had been worth the bartering . . . Bryan was worth everything. Once inside, Bellamy stood next to the set up picnic, his hand still holding Bryan's as he turned his body toward him. "Alright, you can open them." Bellamy hoped he would like the surprise, and that it wasn't . . . stupid or lame. He'd never done this sort of thing before. He had never been with anyone before that made him want to do this sort of thing.

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Bryan had no idea what to expect from Bellamy for his birthday. He hoped Bellamy hadn't gone to too much trouble for him. Neither of them had much, but Bryan suspected Bellamy had less than he did. Still, he'd never been dating anyone on his birthday before, and he couldn't stop the way his heart raced with anticipation of what Bellamy might have done for him as Bellamy led him through the Ark with his eyes closed.

Bryan was already smiling when Bellamy stopped and said he could open his eyes. He opened them slowly, finding Bellamy's face first before looking around him, sucking in a slow breath at the sight before him. Bellamy had arranged a sort of picnic, complete with Bryan's favorite foods, and blanket and some pillows and a great view of the moon out the window. He was grinning by the time he looked back at Bellamy, tugging him close for a kiss. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble," he said, wondering how Bellamy had arranged for them to have this space. The apartment units on both Farm and Factory station were all windowless, to the best of Bryan's knowledge. "You're too good to me," he added against Bellamy's lips. It was true. Their relationship had had a rocky start, but the more Bellamy opened up to Bryan, the more and more Bryan appreciated everything about Bellamy.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had been watching Bryan's reaction intently, figuring that it would either reveal the cheesiness and stupidity of this idea. Or, reveal another expression that would make Bellamy feel less embarrassed. The moment he saw Bryan look over the room, a large smile on his lips . . . Bellamy's insecurities about this entire thing faded away. He lightly kissed Bryan back, soaking in the warmth of the embrace. One that always touched his very heart and soul.

Somehow, Bryan had the ability to do that. "Maybe not." Bellamy supposed that he didn't have to do anything. Leaning forward for another short kiss, he continued. "But I wanted to." And Bryan was worth it. More than worth it in fact. His next words were ones that Bellamy could never agree to. Too good to him. No. He wasn't. Bryan deserved so much better, but tonight wasn't a night to speak of such things.

"Don't ever think that," he said as more of a plea than any sort of demand. But he wanted to keep the mood light, and make this an enjoyable time for Bryan. God knows the other situations that tended to exist during their dates. So moved them along. With their hands still joined, Bellamy led him over to the blanket and started to pull him down to be seated. "I know you're turning 18 and all, but I figured we'd leave the moonshine and other alcoholic drinks out of this picnic," he told him teasingly, a playful reference to the last -- and first -- drink that Bryan had in his presence.

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Bryan heard the seriousness in Bellamy's voice when he asked him to never think he was too good to him. It was true, though. Bryan would have been perfectly happy to spend another night with Bellamy anywhere. He didn't require anything fancy. He opened his mouth to protest, but them Bellamy was moving them down to the blanket, so Bryan just followed him, sitting next to him, close enough they were still touching. His cheeks felt warm at he mention of the alcohol, though. He hadn't been so drunk he didn't remember asking Bellamy to fuck him, and then trying to convince Bellamy to do so when Bellamy stopped him. He actually had felt ready that night, and the date after, but he was just a little too embarrassed to attempt initiating sex again after that. "Probably a good idea," he said.

He gave Bellamy a sheepish smile and kissed him briefly, then looked at the spread of food in front of them, wondering what to eat first. "I, ah... I told my parents about you today," he said. Seven dates seemed like a long time not to have told them before now, but it had taken a handful of dates before he was sure he and Bellamy were even on the same page. Tonight, though, he didn't want to make an excuse for why he wasn't spending his birthday at home.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't miss Bryan's expression when he mentioned the alcohol, and found it more endearing than anything else. The younger male's innocence, his shyness . . . that slight embarrassment. Bellamy hadn't thought any differently of him afterwards. Hell, he blamed himself for giving him the alcohol. But no harm had come from it. Just an amusing story that Bellamy had informed him of later where his memory couldn't recall certain events.

Closing his eyes during the kiss, they parted, and Bellamy was quicky distracted from all other thought when Bryan revealed his next statement. Pausing, Bellamy looked at him closely, before forcing his gaze to go to the picnic he had set up, needing to busy himself with something so that he wouldn't dwell on . . . well, on the fact that he was a nobody, and feared the realization that his parents would come to with that knowledge.

He didn't have a great deal to offer Bryan, apart from his affections. But for some, it wasn't enough. "What did you say?" He asked nonchalantly, though deep down, there was nothing casual about the question. He felt a bit of an anxious feeling of sorts, though showing no outward sign of it. Years of practice in remaining stoic while concealing an illegal sibling leaving him well concealed of his emotions. "And what did they say?" He further inquired, before handing Bryan his plate of food.

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Bryan just shrugged at Bellamy's first question. "I just told them I met someone because of work, and I'd been seeing him for a little while," he said, smiling faintly as Bellamy made a plate. "They asked all the usual stuff, I guess, like what you did for work and how old you were and yada yada... if I liked you," he said, snorting at the end because he wouldn't have told them at all if he didn't like Bellamy.

He took the plate Bellamy offered him and took a bite of the food. "They'd like to meet you sometime, if you're okay with that" he said simply, in answer to Bellamy's second question. Of course, Bryna knew he'd need to prepare his parents for meeting Bellamy, tell them not to ask questions about his family and such. At least not the first time they met. "I think they were sort of... I don't know, relieved? That I was..." It took him moment to find the words. "Experiencing life. I don't know." He laughed a little at how that sounded. "Like, not going from work to home and back again and never doing anything for fun."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy silently listened as Bryan explained what he had told his parents of him. What they had asked, what he had answered. Hearing the question of whether Bryan liked him caused a flicker of a smile on his lips, though muted only by the impact of this revelation. Bryan telling his parents about him was another step forward in their relationship. And while it was not unwelcome, Bellamy feared what it meant would for them. He had already accepted that he wasn't exactly good enough for Bryan. But should his parents recognize that too . . . well, it could bring an end to what they had.

Because he could never ask Bryan to choose between him or family. Family always came first; a fact that Bellamy knew far too well. Knowing that he should say something, at least in response to Bryan's suggestion of them meeting. If it was something that his parents wanted . . . something that Bryan wanted . . . then how could he say no. "Sure," Bellamy agreed, looking at his partner, wanting him to know that he was appreciative of this next step for them. "I mean, if they were ok with my job, and other things, how can I say no," he added on a bit jokingly, though not without truth. A janitor was one of the lesser jobs on the Ark, perhaps the lowest one. Bellamy started to make a small plate for himself while continuing to listen to Bryan explain that his parents were relieved that he was experiencing life . . . that he was branching out from the usual work and home life routine.

"I'm relieved for that too," Bellamy teased him. Though he was indeed relieved that he took a chance on them. That he stepped outside his comfort zone . . . really stepped outside of it. "Did you tell them about . . . the other stuff?" Bellamy asked, wondering how much he knew of his family situation. And whether that contributed to the approval or not. Besides being a janitor, he wasn't entirely certain anyone's parents would want their child to be with someone who had broken the law his entire life and lost his family due to it. He couldn't blame his parents . . . and if he was going to meet them, wanted to be prepared for what could be asked and how much they knew.

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Bryan watched as he spoke, enjoying the tiny hint of a smile at the question whether Bryan liked Bellamy. They both knew that much was true. He was glad Bellamy didn't seem bothered by Bryan telling his folk, and relieved when Bellamy agreed to meet them, but he frowned slightly when Bellamy joked that if they were okay with his job, he shouldn't say no. "Why would they have a problem with your job?" he said. "Farming isn't exactly glamorous," he added.

He huffed a breath when Bellamy said he was relieved too, smiling at him as he took another bit of his food. When Bellamy asked his next question, though, it took Bryan to realize what he was asking about. The other stuff. Bellamy's sister, and what had happened to him recently. Bryan shook his head, them leaned over to kiss Bellamy's cheek. "We didn't really have a very long conversation," he said. He wasn't ashamed of Bellamy, and he doubted his parents would hold anything against him, but he just hadn't had much time between work and meeting Bellamy. "I'll tell them," he added. "Unless you'd rather." He kissed Bellamy's lips briefly, then held up a bite of food to feed to Bellamy.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bryan asked why they would have a problem with their job and . . . well, Bellamy had figured that the answer was obvious. But perhaps it was Bryan's way of saying that there was no judgment when it came to his occupation. "Well what I do is way less glamorous," he said in attempt to make a joke out of it . . . though there was the weight in his words that held truth. He had been demoted to the lowest ranking job one would have on the Ark. And no means to ascend from it.

 It was nothing, compared to the rest of his punishment. Bellamy closed his eyes in the brief kiss on his cheek, the tenderness of it making it impossible not to smile. He revealed that the topic hadn't come up, and there was an offer for Bryan to tell them . . . giving him another option of telling his parents himself. Bellamy was distracted from the question when he felt Bryan's lips on his own, once again, leaning into the kiss and letting it wash over every one of his senses, just like any touch from Bryan had the tendency to do.

When he opened his eyes as they parted, he saw the bit of food offered to him, looking at it before looking back at Bryan. He reached down to take it between his lips, placing a light kiss on the fingers that offered it before drawing his head back a little and chewing . . . swallowing before answering. "You were the first person I ever told that to," he revealed, unsure if Bryan recalled the details of that conversation. Hell, Bellamy couldn't even entirely remember if he had mentioned to Bryan that he was the first one he had revealed this to.

"If you think its best coming from me, then I can tell them." He wasn't going to be a coward about this. But he also trusted Bryan's judgment about what was better. "I just . . . " He paused, trying to figure out how to phrase his words. How best to explain his fears when it came to this. "Don't want to lose you over this." Because he knew that his crimes, his actions, were not ones that everyone would quickly accept and embrace.

And as Bellamy had thought before, he would never want to do anything to cause tension between Bryan and his family. And he didn't want Bryan to be forced to lie about anything either. He was just merely expressing his worries . . . the fear of losing Bryan far more terrifying than Bellamy was ready to admit or show. But it was felt, within the very core of his heart.

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Bryan shrugged when Bellamy said his job was far less glamorous that Farming. He supposed most people would agree that was true, but it didn't bother Bryan, and he knew it hadn't bothered his parents either. He was pleased at the small smile he got kissing Bellamy's cheek, and then the way Bellamy leaned into the kiss. Bellamy closing up on him was becoming less and less of an issue, but Bryan was starting to feel like the best way to make sure he wasn't tempted was to show Bellamy as much affection as he could. And, well, he enjoyed doing it, so it was win-win.

When Bellamy told him he was the first person he'd ever told about what happened, Bryan smiled. He didn't know that before, though he suspected he might be, or at least one of the first. he held Bellamy's gaze, letting his expression, the warmth in his gaze show Bellamy how grateful he was that Bellamy had told him. He was about to respond to Bellamy saying he would tell his parents if Bryan thought it was for the better, but paused when Bellamy continued, not seeming to know what to say at first.

When Bellamy said he didn't want to lose Bryan over this, Bryan shook his head automatically, holding Bellamy's gaze. "You won't. I promise," he said, cupping Bellamy's jaw this time before kissing him, a series of small, tender kisses, his lips parting, but only brushing his tongue to Bellamy's. "That's not going to happen," he said when he pulled back. And it wouldn't. Bryan highly doubted his parents would hold anything against Bellamy, but if they did, Bryan wasn't going to just leave Bellamy over it. He'd never done anything selfish before, but now he had Bellamy, and he wasn't giving him up.

He pulled back and offered Bellamy another bite from his plate. "I'll tell them," he offered. Not because he didn't think Bellamy could, but he wanted to spare Bellamy any discomfort, should it take his parents any time to process, or if they had uncomfortable questions.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

The way that Bryan looked at him, warmed his entire body with a comfort that he had never felt with anyone else . . . yet one he always felt with Bryan. He proceeded to kiss his lips, and with each soft embrace, Bellamy felt his fears ebb away. Perhaps not completely as they would always be within him but certainly not on the surface. Not in this moment. Not with how Bryans hand felt on his jaw, how his lips felt against his own, how his tongue felt just barley touching his. And then Bryans words. . . offering such confidence and promise that he wouldn't let that happen. Bellamy knew that he should tell him it was ok if it did. That he shouldnt be any reason for potential tension. That he wasnt worth the trouble. But all he could feel right now was that building affection for the man before him; one that grew and grew everyone second he was with him. His offer to tell his parents, not even seeming concerned about their relationship having to end because of it.

Bellamy just watched Bryan, knowing his expression held more emotion than he usually let it. Or well, that used to be the case before they started their relationship. He ignored the offered food to him and instead, lunged forward and kissed Bryan, this time with more emotion, allowing them to pour into the kiss. His hand going to Bryans cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb. Easing out of the kiss, he felt a little breathless from the passion and emotion from it. He rested his forehead against Bryans, breathing against the couple inches between their mouths. "Thank you." For all he had said, for all he was willing to do . . . for all that he was. Feeling overwhelmed with those same emotions, he reached the only way he could think to right now, and leaned forward to kiss Bryan once more.

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Bryan loved the way Bellamy was looking at him, his expression so affectionate, so far from how Bellamy used to look at him before they'd decided to give this a shot. He bit his lip lightly, waiting for Bellamy to take the offered food, and then made a surprised noise as Bellamy lunged at him, his mouth more demanding than Bryan's was, but extremely welcome. He blindly put the food back on the plate and wrapped his arms around Bellamy, letting out a small noise of pleasure into the kiss before Bellamy pulled back, leaving him a little breathless. He hadn't expected that kiss, or the passion it held, but it got Bryan's body's attention pretty quickly.

"Don't need to thank me," he managed to say before Bellamy kissed him again. Bryan slid one hand up into his hair while the other clutched at his back, holding Bellamy close to him. It seemed like he hadn't really done anything to earn this attention, but it felt really nice anyway. "If I'd known I would get this response, I would have told them sooner," he teased, but he shifted his plate to the side and leaned back, dragging Bellamy on top of him. They could eat later.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Feeling Bryan wrap his arms around him, and the sound that left his lips were all encouraging. His statement of not needing to thank him one that Bellamy strongly disagreed with. He had a hell of a lot to thank Bryan for and he didn't even know where to begin. Instead, he huffed out a chuckle at his partner's words regarding having told them sooner if this was the reaction, before another kiss consumed them. Bellamy felt Bryan start to move back, moving Bellamy with him until he was positioned comfortably on top of the younger male.

His tongue sliped between his lips, moaning into the kiss as one of his hands slide along the side of Bryans body, his other hand moving to the bottom of his shirt, just barley touching the skin underneath it. Bellamy knew he had to be careful. It was so easy to become strongly aroused with Bryan and he could already feel his body responding with need. Forcing his hands to slow to a halt, he did the same with his lips, reluctantly easing out of it, breathing against Bryan, as Bellamy struggled to regain his composure.

Focusing on trying to calm himself down before he got too worked up . . .though it might be a little too late for that. "We should . . . finish eating." Though Bellamys appetite for something entirely different was quite substantial. Which was why he needed to stay in control. Though, despite his words, he made no move to change his position from being on top of Bryan.

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The weight of Bellamy against Bryan's body felt nice, and the way Bellamy moaned into the kiss only encouraged Bryan more. His breath hitched as Bellamy's hand slid down his body and up under his shirt, but then he held a sigh as Bellamy's hand stopped. He could feel the shift in Bellamy's actions as he started to hold back, and Bryan loved that Bellamy was trying so hard to make sure Bryan was comfortable. He was so appreciative that Bellamy was trying to do this right. In fact, Bryan felt like he might be starting to have much deeper feelings about Bellamy than he was ready to admit, in part because he knew how hard Bellamy was trying, when it came to this and so many other parts of their relationship. But Bryan was starting to become impatient.

"We can eat later," he breathed. Bellamy hadn't even tried to move away, though, so Bryan slid his hand down to his ass, pulling Bellamy against him a little more, so he could feel Bryan's growing excitement. He caught Bellamy's mouth in another passionate kiss, then slid both hands to the back of Bellamy's shirt, starting to tug up to get it off. "I want more." He wanted everything.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @bryanbryanbryan

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

They could eat later. That, sounded promising. And at the same time . . . Bellamy couldn't quite fully let go. Not yet. Not since the first time he had made assumptions. He wanted Bryan to be fully ready; he wanted the timing to be perfect for him. But then he felt Bryan's hand on his ass, pushing him against his own clothed center. The impact caused Bellamy to sharply inahle with their thickening arousals pushed against one another. He could feel Bryan's . . . just as Bryan would be able to feel Bellamy's. The action was getting him more and more worked up. His body craving more, where his mind was trying to tell him to slow down . . . for Bryan's sake.

However, thinking was getting increasingly difficult once Bryan kissed him passionately, his hands sliding to his shirt as he started to pull it; started to take it off. Bellamy didn't protest. He moved his arms so that he could help pull it over his head, but did not yet reach to remove Bryan's. Despite the overwhelming want; the urge to see his body, to touch him. Bryan's words caused Bellamy to pause once more, his hands going on either side of Bryan, pressed against the ground as he ever so slightly raised his body, just enough that their erections were no longer pressed together. Though not far enough to move from his position on top of Bryan. Hovering over him, without their bodies pressed together.

"How much more?" Bellamy asked. He wasn't usually this in need for detail; often getting lost in the moment. But with Bryan, it was different. He knew he needed to be in his senses; because if he wanted more . . . if he wanted to go all the way, then Bellamy was determined to make it special. And not something that he would wish didn't happen. Lowering his head, his lips moving along Bryan's cheek, to his ear, where he whispered in it.

"I don't want you to regret this." How it happened, where it happened, when it happened. His tongue brushed along his ear lobe, using ever single ounce of strength within him to not strip Bryan of his clothes and praise his body in all the ways he'd been wanting to for some time. He just needed the younger male to be sure . . . completely sure. They had initially struggled with communication, and while they were passed that . . . this was one aspect of it that Bellamy didn't want to screw up. He would never forgive himself if he did.