Hop Into My Heart

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

"Would you like some more tea, Hippity Hop?!" Apparently, that was Bellamy's name now. He was seated at a table that was far too small for him, but the perfec size for his daughter, Naevia. She had her dolls and stuffies surrounding, though was making him hold a stuffed rabbit . . . along with wearing a ridiculous fur hate. Where the hell she had gotten it from, he had no idea. It was most probably part of someone's winter gear but was greatly out of season. The toys, tea set and table . . . well, it had all been crafted for her. Everything had been made for the first daughter born on Earth.

It could also be passed down to the children who followed, but she sure as hell was getting her use out of it now. And apparently, so was Bellamy. "No thank you. But Hippity Hop Junior might," Bellamy answered, referring to the stuffed rabbit in his arms. He was sitting crossed legged at the table and ever then, he was taller than it. The angle was awkward but at the same time . . . he was playing with the girl he was co raising. These moments were precious and sometimes he felt, far too few. Him and Kyle hadn't really fought intensely when raising her . . . and recently they had found themselves together, in ways that surpassed friendship. It was new for Bellamy. Different.

And while his daughter made him happy, being with someone like Wick . . . made him feel complete. But his mind was preoccupied with the game right now, focused because he wouldn't dare step out of character. "His name is not Hippity Hop Junior, Papa!" Naevia giggled. "It's Floppy!" Bellamy smiled. "Not Floppity Flop?" A bright smile burst onto Naevia's face and her eyes widened in excitement. "YES! Floppity Flop and Hippity Hop! Now drink your tea!" She instructed. Bellamy raised the small tea cup filled with imaginary tea and put it against the stuffed animal's lips. "He says you're the best tea maker ever," Bellamy praised, which prompted a proud grin from Naevia.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick watched Sinclair talk, while his arms were folded over his chest, and he waited to go home. Before he became a father it was his favorite place to be. He loved building things! Now he enjoyed spending time with his family more. A family wasn't something Kyle was used to having, but he had adapted really quick into loving it. Even loving Bellamy. Which was where he mind was today. He wanted to known where they stood. With Raven he had demanded to know, and she had never really given him a clear answer. Part of him expected that from Bellamy, which was why he had not asked before now. Rejection seemed to co-enside with people like Blake and Reyes. They never did it turn anyone, but they weren't the open up and share type of people. They weren't the type to drop their guards and let someone in--and Kyle was the type who wanted in.

Once Sinclair had finished going over this week's projects, Kyle turned and headed home. As he neared the door to the house he could hear talking, "It's Floppy!" His daughter said, and Wick knew it to be the name of her bunny. "Not Floppity Flop?" Blake's voice came, and Kyle could almost see his daughter grin at that. Their daughter. Bellamy was one hell of a dad. "YES! Floppity Flop and Hippity Hop! Now drink your tea!" Kyle reached the door and silently opened it just as Bellamy replied with, "He says you're the best tea maker ever,".

What the hell was on his head? Kyle found himself standing there with a bright smile on his face. What was the name of that old magazine from Earth long ago? Play Boy Bunny? Yeah. Well, would you look at that! His very own. font "DADDY!" Naevia saw him first and jumped up to run toward him. Wick caught her in his arms and tossed her up, before catching her and tucking her into his side. "Guess who is looking for you?" He asked her and when she shrugged he told her, "Aunt O! Her horse had a foil last week, and you can finally pet it! Papaw Kane said he will walk you down!" She squealed with excitement before Kyle let her down so she could run outside. Kane wasn't far, and once she had made it too him, Kyle shut the door. Turning he looked at his lover, "I will cook supper for a week if you wear that in bed."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The second the door flung open, Bellamy knew he was caught. Busted. Their daughter ran to Wick and Bellamy didn't even think to take the damn furry hat off of his head. Or whatever it was he was wearing. He rose to his feet, listening to Wick explain the plans that others had for Naevia. He just watched the scene, unable to suppress a smile at seeing the adoration evident in Naevia's expression toward her father.

Kyle was a good guy. And Bellay was privileged to know the depth of that goodness as he was getting to know him on another level of intimacy. When she ran out, shortly met with Kane, Kyle turned his attention back to Bellamy and commented on what he was wearing. That, was when the younger male realized it. He promptly pulled it off his head, uncaring of the mess it left his hair in. Bunching it in his hand he launched it at Wick's face.

"Shut up, Wick," he said in a low voice, clearly having caught doing something that he didn't anticipate Wick to see. "I wouldn't do that to Naevia or my stomach, anyway," he teased, in reference to Kyle's cooking. It wasn't true at all. Kyle knew how to cook, he knew how to take care of them both even. It made everything feel more . . . domestic. More like a home. "Done work already?" He asked, eager for the subject change of being caught as he was, while proceeding to start picking up Naevia's little tea party set.

[Kyle Wick]

"Shut up, Wick," Bellamy said in a deep timber of a tone, and Wick smiled bigger. Was that . . . . was that embarrassment? Did the bad ass Bellamy Blake feel embarrassment at being caught in a bunny hat? OH! This was toooo good! Kyle caught the hat, and pulled it on his head, and playfully bounced a few times from the balls of his feet; in a further tease to Bellamy. This one silent. "I wouldn't do that to Naevia or my stomach, anyway," Wick made a 'pfff' sound as he knew he could cook! He had been forced to learn as a father. Walking closer, he pulled the bunny hat off, and held it out to Bellamy in a teasing 'come on we can play' manner. When Blake moved to clean up the table Wick dropped it on his head.

"Done work already?" "Yeah," He said, without making a joke of it. Which was telling for him, since everything was a joke. Still, he had asked Kane and the girl Blake to take Naevia for the afternoon since he wanted to address something with Bellamy. "Just us for a few hours." He teased, "Told them I was napping while she played." Another joke, as nap time had become their 'Dad-on-Dad' time. Wick was stalling a bit, but he knew he had to bring it up eventually. He just didn't want to drop it all on him like this was planning. Though it was. Besides, a hello kiss would go a long way into building courage. With that, Kyle stepped closer and leaned over to kiss his lover--whom he wanted to be more.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy rolled his eyes when Wick put the thing on his head, though the expression soon changed into an amused smirk. Leave it to Kyle Wick to never fail in making Bellamy smile -- an expression he never thought possible after Mount Weather. Naevia had been the first one that changed that. Wick, was a close second. Pulling the hat off his head once more, this time he left it clutched in his hand. He listened to Kyle's answer as he finished picking up Naevia's toys and setting them neatly on the side. He turned to the man when he was done speaking, as he approached him. Napping. For a few hours. That certainly sounded promising. All the more when Wick leaned forward until their lips met.

Bellamy closed his eyes, taking in his taste, basking in the sensation that such embraces with Wick never failed in consuming him with. Bellamy raised his hand to the back of Kyle's head to press him closer, as he titled his own head to the side a little to deepen the embrace with a better angle. Easing out of it for a moment, Bellamy rested his forehead against the others, his eyes only partially open as the smirk re-emerged on his face.

"Well then, let's go nap," he encouraged. Though it was quite clear that he had no intention of either of them sleeping. It had become almost a code word for, other things. Bellamy kissed him once again, breathing into it as he tossed the fur hat on the side. His hands then held onto the front of Wick's shirt as Bellamy began to move backward, his spatial skills allowing him to move to the bedroom without needing to see where he was going, pulling Wick with him so that they didn't have to break contact of the kiss.

[Kyle Wick]

"Well then, let's go nap," Bellamy said, grasping Wick's shirt and pulling him along. Wick reached down in an attempt to take the bunny hat with him, but he wasn't willing to break the kiss to try and grab it, so in the end Bellamy had pulled him past it and Wick gave up. His hands moved instead to Bellamy's hips, and he guided him back toward the bedroom so he wouldn't bump into anything. Kyle really wanted to use this to point out how they could have one big bed, instead of two small ones in two different rooms. Intend he allowed his lover to pull him along.

Once they were too the bed, Kyle stepped back and pulled his shirt from his body, swinging it for a moment before tossing it to the side. Stepping forward he pushed firmly on Blake's chest until he fell back to sit on the edge of the bed. Kyle stepped between his legs and upped his shirt from him, before moving to unfasten his lover's pants. "Lets see what my afternoon nap has in store for me." He joked, as he parted the flaps and pulled Bellamy gently out. "Look at that! The bunny's come out to play!" He joked, before kneeling down and licking him from root to tip.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt more than saw Kyle's hands rest on his hips to urge him along, and the yuonger male didn't stop moving until he felt the bed on the back of his legs. The next thing he knew, their lips were parted from one another's only so that Kyle could remove his shirt. Bellamy took in the sight of his well formed upper body -- which was consistent with his lower half too -- before he was pushed onto the bed. He stood there watching him, moving his arms accordingly when Kyle reached for his own shirt, the barrier of clothing finally gone.

The next thing was his pants, as Kyle worked on unfastening Bellamy's, he started to do the same but didn't get far before Kyle spoke words that made the younger male want to roll his eyes again -- yet there was an amusement in them of course. But the second he knelt down in front of him, his tongue grazing over his member, Bellamy was robbed of all thought. He sharply inhaled, his hand immediately going to the back of Kyle's head.

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut from the pleasure of his partner's touch, a strained groan of pleasure involuntarily escaping his lips. His thickening arousal made him already in need, desperate for that release that was so easily found with Kyle. Bellamy forced his eyes open, watching his partner through heavily lidded eyes to see what else he was going to do. Hoping, that he kept going at yet in his mind, wanted to provide the same pleasure to him. "Less talking," Bellamy said teasingly toward Kyle . . . though not entirely without truth either.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle only chuckled at this words before taking the tip of Bellamy into his mouth and sucking on just the head. "And not just the bunny . . . " He teased, one of his hands holing Bellamy toward his mouth, while the other slowly moved up over Bellamy's happy trail and abs, and belly until he got as high as he could before slowly moving back down, and lower to cup his balls. ". . . what have we here?" Kyle teased, not usre what to call them yet that would tease his lover.

Kyle was never one to keep his mouth shut. Everywhere he had gone he had always been told to shut up, but it never worked. Not on the Ark, not on the ground, not in the mountain, and not in his bed. Wick was a talker. He ran his mouth to hide a lot of things. IN fact the more he talk the more he was trying to hide things. "Maybe I should investigate?" He hinted before moving down to lick Bellamy and take one of them in his mouth to gently suck on. Laughing afterwards he moved up to Bellamy's mouth, "I'm going to need a pet name for that." He joked before kissing his younger lover.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was hardly paying attention to what Wick was saying, not with how much he was teasing him. His actions causing the intense pleasure eto course through his body . . . the mindless need he felt for release. Bellamy's head sunk further into the surface of the bed, his hips pusing reflexively pushing upward as a form of silent encouragement. A short breath escaped him, a strained groan as he needed more. The way Kyle's hands moved over him, before proceeding with the generous attention he was giving his already sensitive region . . . it was too much. Bellamy was far too close to his release, which only made Kyle's departure from this region caused him to remain worked up.

He felt the immediate deprivation of his moist tongue when Kyle withdrew from him, aligning his head with the younger male's, saying one more thing before kissing him. Bellamy eagerly returned the kiss, raising his head to deepen it. "You talk too dman much," Bellamy told him teasingly, but not without truth as he spoke against Wick's lips. In one swift motion, Bellamy flipped them so that he was on top and Wick under him. "Let me show you how it's done," he told him teasingly, as he fervently kissed him once more, before his lips moved lower donw on his body . . . not stopping until his partner's member was free and at which point, Bellamy parted his lips to take him in, accommodating as much of him as he could and leaving a slick trail with his tongue.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy joked about him talking too much (again) and then told him he would show him how it was done! Kyle grinned in a 'bring it on' manner as Bellamy manhandled him by flipping them over. Yeah, Wick liked it when he did that. "So bossy!" He muttered as his lover's lips moved over him, and lower down. This was nice! Nice was a weak word, but Kyle wasn't known for his vocab at times like these! Quantity over quality was Kyle when he talked! Ironically he was one of the smartest men on the ground. Kyle didn't flaunt his smarts, and most of the time you didn't even see it unless he wanted you too.

Wick groaned as he was freed from his constricting pants, and his hands gripped the sheet at the first touch of Bellamy's mouth. Damn! He liked that too! His head pressed into the bed behind him, as he forced himself to suck in air and let it go each time. He had been turned on for a while now, and this was going to ruin the moment if Bellamy kept going! Wick took a few more selfish moments before he stretched over to the oil by the bed and dropped it beside him. Reaching down he pulled Bellamy up to him, and kissed him deeply. "Top or bottom?" He asked, laughing at his own pun, before reaching out to stroke Bellamy some more while he waited to find out which one of them would be where.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

48 of the people

I SWORE TO PROTECT

Bellamy quite enjoyed feeling his partner react to him under his touch. Knowing he could make him feel the surge of pleasure, further encouraged the younger male in his goal to provide Wick with his release. His tongue trailed over his hardened member, moving in slow drawn out motions as his head moved up and down to pleasure him. He was suddenly pulled from his goal, though without protest when Bellamy's lips were met with Kyle's. He eagerly kissed back, his hand casually still resting on Wick's hip. Once the kiss broke, Wick asked him a question that made immediate sense as to why he had pulled Bellamy away.

The younger male grew distracted for a moment, briefly closing his eyes at the sensation of Wick's hand moving over him, thickening his already strong arousal. Slowly opening his eyes, he made contact with Wick's gaze. "You just told me I was bossy," he teased, lowering his mouth to Kyle's once again for a short kiss, though took advantage of the position by playfully biting on Wick's lower lip before releasing it. "So why don't you decide," he told him playfully, though with truth. His lips moved to Wick's neck, kissing along it as he allowed him a few moments to decide what he wanted to do . . . though Bellamy doubted he would be able to wait for too long. He was far too in need of his partner; too in need of finding his release, preferably, it together.