Heat Of The Moment

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

It was rather natural for the two males to having arguments. They were basically living together, for the sake of their daughter who they both were raising. Her well being was always their top priority and right now, she was also the source of their argument. They always wanted what was best for her and right now, it was about who was in her life. Naevia was currently with Abby and Marcus. As Abby had been Raven's close frieend, she had stepped in as a bit of a maternal figure for the young girl. But that wasn't the source of the problem right now.

It was more about who Bellamy was keeping company with. There were nights where he didn't come back until either extremely late or early in the morning. He wasn't as reckless as he was before, but . . . it was what prompted this fight right now. "Calm the hell down, Wick. It's not like I'm marrying her." Or any of the women he slept with . . . but he knew that there was one in particualr that tended to be disapproved of by Wick. "If she wants to get to know Naevia, then she should." Because the more people that surrounded their daughter, the better. She needed all the love, and deserved it. Hell she was one of the first kids born on Earth. That alone made the others want to dote on her, and protect her.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle Wick didn't get angry. He didn't get emotional. He didn't get sad. No, that was a lie. He got all them things, but he never let it show. He was snarky and pretended to be amused all the time. And he was mostly was amused all the time but not right now. Right now he was tired of putting up with this shit, as he had done it since the Ark. On the Ark it never bothered him! Even when Bellamy had sex with EFFING ROMA IN HIS EFFING BED! He had not done more then playfully bitch for weeks about it! On the ground he had ignored it again--Let Bellamy make his own mistakes! BUT EFFING ROMA? She wasn't motherly! She wasn't a good person to have around a kid! She was a first class bitch!

Kyle wasn't even sure what else bothered him about it but did! Every time that Bellamy came home late, and crept into the house at a late night Kyle only got more and more angry! Little things started to become big things, and he finally started bitching about it! Bellamy didn't see the trouble with letting the bitch around their daughter! "Oh, I dunno! Maybe because she is a lair? Or because she is a bitch?" Kyle stood at the side of the room and was staring at Bellamy. "You might think she has some magic between her legs but everything that comes out of her mouth is shit!" That was really negative, and he wasn't normally so bad with words but he was pissed! And something else! A ugly twisted emotion that settled deep and low in him. "There is a reason you haven't commented to her, Bellamy, and it's because you know it too!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy wasn't a kiss and tell kind of guy. When he bedded someone, he didn't go around bragging about it the next day. With that said, he wasn't shy about it either. But there was a difference between people naturally finding out -- based on a state of undress or her coming out of his quarters -- and him vocalizing it. He never did the latter. So when Wick spoke negatively about Roma, sexually, that was enough to set the male off. There were certain things he wouldn't idly remain silent about. Hearing him speak about Roma in such a way, was one of them. It wasn't as if Bellamy was in love with her or anything. But he did care about her. So Kyle's words were enough that elicited a physical response from Bellamy. He moved forward, shoving Kyle against the wall and standing directly in front of him so that he couldn't go far away from it.

"Listen asshole," he began to say. "What I do is none of your damn business." Or who he did was none of his business. And yet . . . why did Bellamy still feel like it was. Why did he want it to be Kyle's business. It was a strange feeling to have; to feel like he needed to justify or explain himself when he'd never been in a relationship with someone and thus, never had to do that before. "So why don't you just shut the hell up about it, because it has nothing to do with you." Bellamy wasn't sure why he was still standing in front of Kyle like this. He tended to be emotional, but not often one who engaged in such outbursts. Yet right now . . . their heated argument had turned into such: Kyle against the wall and Bellamy invading his personal space. As if to start a fight . . . and yet, deep down, it strangely felt like something very different.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy charged at him, and Kyle found his seld pushed intot he wall before he could put his hands up to stop Bellamy. "Listen asshole," Funny how defensive Bellamy got when Kyle hit close to the truth! Wick's hands had moved to try and catch himself, but they had ended up on Bellamy's hips! Finding it awkward, he moved them to his shoulders to try to make sure that there was no more pushing. Only, as soon as his hands were moved, he wanted them to be moved back. "What I do is none of your damn business." That made Wick mad enough that he wanted to shake him or hit him! It wasn't his business? Did they not share a daughter?! And . . . and damn it he was apart of this too! He spend his days as apart of his family! He spent his nights under the same roof, and most of them alone! But no! Bellamy got to go out and play with the bitch who only wanted what Blake could bring to the table! "So why don't you just shut the hell up about it, because it has nothing to do with you."

Wick stared at him for a long silent and tense moment before moved forward so that his face was in Bellamy's face. His hands dropped back down, before he moved them back up! He wasn't sure if he wanted to shake him or---yeah, the or was looking good too! "The hell it aint!" Wick bit out at him, before one of his hands moved to Bellamy's neck and he forced his angry kiss on him! All his anger, and hurt feelings, and. . . . hell, Wick even saw it now as what it was. He was jealous. He was angry from the amount of bitterness over Bellamy's one night stands! They had damn well done this together long enough that Wick had gotten attached! His grip tightened on Bellamy's neck and hip, and shifted his head to make the kiss go deeper.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Wick seemed unsure what to do, inclusive of the placement of his hands. But Bellamy didn't back down nor offer a sympathetic look toward the older male. They had never had this much of a heated confrontation before, and Bellamy wasn't sure why it felt so much more intense than usual. The second Wick spoke and then moved . . . Bellamy understood why. The unfamiliar sensation of the other male's lips against Bellamy's caused him to pause, numbed by the surprise, but it was hardly unwelcome. It barley took a few seconds before he reacted, pressing his body against Wick's even more as he returned the kiss.

Coaxing his mouth open with his own, slipping his tongue between his lips to claim dominance. Bellamy had no idea where all this had come from, but it suddenly unleashed itself. As if Wick's prompting had opened a dam that now had an outlet. In the heat of the moment, Bellamy's hands went to the bottom of Kyle's shirt, already frantically starting to pull it up over his head.

There was no going back now. Somewhere in the back of his mind lay the thought of how this could complicate everything. But right now, it felt too damn good to stop. Bellamy had never been with anyone who had such a strong foundation with, even if that foundation was friendship. But Wick was someone he had known since he was a kid. Maybe that was why kissing him now felt different. Whatever the reason, Bellamy was in no state to analyze anything. He was too focused on the shedding of Wick's shirt, and the way he tasted as well as felt against his mouth, hungry for more.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle wasn't sure what he expected. Maybe Bellamy to push him away, or even him to step back and stare at him for a moment in surprise. Hell, he didn't even really think this through, so he wasn't sure he had expected anything. Blake's reaction to the kiss was all it took to feed into Kyle's reaction. What had started off as his emotions riding high, turned into his blood pumping harder, and him growing firmer, and his breath coming in shallow pants. Bellamy's hands dropped down to his shirt, and Kyle broke the kiss so Bellamy could pull it over his head. Wanting to feel his skin on his, Kyle reached for his jacket, and pushed it back from Bellamy's shoulders.

Dropping it carelessly on the floor, Wick reached for Bellamy;s shirt as well, this time tossing it toward the other side of the room while he stepped back into him and claimed his mouth once again. This time he bit at his lips, and pulled them into his mouth to suck and lick to sooth from the bite. Reaching around Bellamy, Wick let his hands move over his skin, and feel the tightness of it over Bellamy's firm back. Pressing on his back, Wick pulled him into himself, and let them skin rub over each other.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

As soon as Bellamy felt Wick's shirt in his hand, he tossed it, uncaring of where it landed. While he was often neat . . . moments like these were the exception. This was a true exception considering he and Wick hadn't exactly done this before. Whatever this was. Bellamy felt more than saw Kyle pull his jacket off, eager to rid himself of the barriers of clothings. His shirt was what followed and as soon as it was off and they no longer had to anticipate the parting of their lips, Bellamy took full advantage. He returned the embrace with a fervent need, a desperate hunger unlike any he had experienced before. One hand went to the back of Wick's head, tangling his fingers in the man's hair, while his other hand moved along his shoulder, skimming the skin of his back, down to his rear where he felt the firm form of it.

Though it was hindered by the pants he wore. Something else that Bellamy suddenly felt a lustful need to remove. His hands broke from their position to find a new purpose, moving to the fastening of Kyle's pants and hastily undoing them. The nip against his lip didn't hurt, but added a surge of pleasure to course through him . . . more so as his tongue soothed the action. Once Kyle's pants were undone, Bellamy promptly slipped his hand inside of them, not bothering to push them down. His fingers went under the material of both his pants and underwear, taking a hold of him as his hand moved over his legnth in slow but strong strokes.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy's hand moved down his back to cup his ass, before Bellamy's thick fingers moved to pull open his pants and reach his large hand in to--oh fuck! Kyle exhaled and his head moved back to hit the wall, as the pleasure from Bellamy's hand on him shot up his not-so-little Wick and into his belly. He could feel himself jerk under his new lover's touch, and Kyle wanted more. "If I had known you wanted my clothes off I'd had turned into a ecdysiast." Wick teased, before pushing head back up to seek out Bellamy's mouth again.

Wick moved his hands to his own pants, and pushed them low enough so they would fall to his ankles--poor planning was in not taking off his boots first, so when he tried to step out of them, he only became entangled. After a few times of lifting his feet and trying he just gave up. Wanting to finally see Bellamy's guard member, Wick moved his hands to yank open his pants, and pull them down just enough that Bellamy sprang free. Wick had thought about him naked a time or two, but upon breaking the kiss and looking down he was pleased to see Bellamy just as firm as he was. Reaching around to cup his ass, Kyle pulled Bellamy into him, and used his one hand to encircle them both, stroking them at the same time.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt a surge of pride in seeing how his actions were affecting Wick. It was always extremely important to the younger male that his partner experience the same pleasure that they often granted him. So seeing his reaction to this, served as greater encouragement. Amidst it all, Wick made a remark that caused a slight smirk to form on Bellamy's face, faded only by the contact of their lips once more. Gone was the anger that had prompted this, and left only was the passion that brought forth far more pleasure than any rage targeted toward each other.

Bellamy's hand continud to move against Wick's impressive length, enjoying the feeling of his thick arousal, his hardened member. The movements were ceased when Kyle started to move. Bellamy paused for a moment, a slightly raised eyebrow as he witnessed his partner attempt to remove his pants, only to be seemingly stifled by the wearing of his boots. He was hopping around like a bunny it seemed, and . . . Bellamy supposed he found it more endearing than anything else. This was Wick after all. Any thought to make a comment about it was robbed of the male Blake sibling when Kyle undid his pants, cupped his behind and started to move his hand against him.

The action caused Bellamy to sharply inhale at the sudden administration of pleasure, coursing through every fiber of his being. He was forced to break the kiss as he heavily exhaled, closing his eyes and just basking in the sensation of Wick's skill. When he finally was able to form a single coherent thought, he spoke. "And here I thought you've never done this before," he said teasingly, mockery aimed toward his inability to properly remove his pants. The need to feel him, taste him overwhelmed Bellamy as he crushed his lips against him again. This time, the kiss didn't last as long as he trailed toward his neck, teasing the skin with his teeth he nipped him. Bellamy's hand moved along Wick, taking hold of the sack of skin while deriving his own pleasure from the older male's actions that left him throbbing . . . somehow needing more, as if that was even possible.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy's mouth moved from his lips to his neck and skin, and Kyle let his head fall back. As Bellamy's hand moved down to tug at the family jewels, Kyle inhaled a ragged, and deep breath. He tried to shift his feet more apart to him him more room but there was only so much space his hands would allow him to move. They needed a damn bed! Or the couch! Or hell the floor would work at this point, but any other place that didn't involve Wick trying to stand while Bellamy touched and licked over him.

"And here I thought you've never done this before," Wick made a 'pff' sound, though the arrogance he normally would have behind it, was lost under the breathlessness he felt from Bellamy's touch. "My choreography is normally a bit better though." He joked back, but his words were strained as he was feeling himself growing closer, and Bellamy's hand on him while his hand also stroked them both was not helping his words come out in a controlled statement.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy would have smirked again had he not been so damn distacted by the way Wick continued to move over him. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last. He wasn't sure if it was one sided, but if what he was feeling or hearing was anything to go by . . . he imagined he wans't. "So prove it," Bellamy challenged, rather curious as to whether Wick would or even attempt to. But for right now . . . he would wait. Because it only took a few more strokes before Bellamy's breathing hitched, a breathy groan of pleasure erupting from his throat, muffled by his mouth pressed against the skin of Wick's neck.

The sound reflected his release, as he found that peak of pleasure thanks to Wick's hands, spilling himself in his otherwise moving hand. Bellamy's chest heaved, unsure how he was even still standing, only to belatedly realize that he was practically leaning against Kyle, further pressing the older male against the wall. Bellamy's eyes were closed, basking in that sudden surge of ecstasy that Wick had given him. And yet, it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Craved more. However for the next several moments, he just concentrated on breathing. On basking in the aftermath. It was quick, but Bellamy had a feeling it was only the beginning.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick grinned when Bellamy told him to prove it, and his hand moved over both of them quicker, twisting and tightening as he moved over them each time. Adding new feelings to the stroking. It was making him get closer to coming, but Kyle managed to hold back. When he felt Bellamy swell under his palm, he moved his hand from around them both, to just around Bellamy and tightened his hold while jerking him slightly harder. Bellamy came undone in his hands, and Wick felt himself grin from knowing he did that.

His hands let him go, and moved to run over his back in a soothing matter while Blake came down from the high. They were both pressing into the wall, and Kyle was grateful for the support. Someone as small as Raven had been easy to support her weight; but Bellamy was bigger, thicker and Kyle loved it. His hands moved up to Bellamy's neck, and he framed his face to kiss him again, needing his own relief too. He wanted the bed. He wanted Blake's mouth on him. He wanted to push into him, and feel his ass tighten around him. However, Wick didn't express any of this, as right now he just kissed Blake, and the kiss grew more needy. "We should find a bed, and let me prove it." He finally got out.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Despite Bellamy's relief, he wanted more. It was too fast, and it may have scratched that itch for now but the craving was deeper. He wanted it slower, he wanted to build the moment more. Kyle seemed to know exactly what the younger male needed as his lips sought out his own. Bellamy's fingers ran through Wick's hair, deepening the kiss, breathing into it. His partner pulled away only to suggest they find a bed so that he could prove it to him.

The thought was so damn tempting, that Bellamy hardly had the strength to object. Not that he wanted to. Bellamy pulled Wick against him once more, crushing his lips against his in a fervent kiss as the guardsman began to move back, pulling Wick along with him. "Your bed or mine?" He asked against his lips, a slight smirk there, evident in the teasing words, though not entirely without truth. Bellamy couldn't care less which bed they went to.

So long as it was some sort of surface. His other hand wrapped around Kyle, gripping his firm, well formed rear as he kissed the corner of his mouth. Odd, how they had been living under the same roof for so long, and Bellamy hadn't even considered just how much of an impact being with him could truly have. Until now of course. Until the heated debate led to an even more heated outcome. And Bellamy was thoroughly enjoying every second of it.