The Ball Is In Your Court

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy didn't fail to notice the way that Jackson's gaze trailed over him. Perhaps, his previous comment was more literal than Bellamy had assumed. The Cadet's eyes remained fixed on the man across from him, trying to assess where this was going, without objection. His question made him give a short laugh. His sign? His tongue ran over his lips for a moment, a habit of his, before the smirk re-emerged on his face.

"Aries," he answered truthfully. "Why, does that tell you something about me?" He asked, in a bit of a playful manner. He knew that some people were really into that, astrology. And were able to quickly list off various personality traits based on what sign they were. Bellamy wasn't entirely sure he believed in all that, but he wasn't opposed to having a little fun with it. "What's yours?" He asked in return, teasingly really, because he wasn't exactly one of those people who knew details about each sign. It was merely a way to reciprocate the question . . . and perhaps keep up the bit of teasing that was so easily found in Jackson's company.

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Jackson kept grinning at Bellamy as he chewed another bite. He wasn't sure if Bellamy even realized he was flirting yet. "Ironic, but I'm a cancer," he said after he swallowed, pushing another bite of some dish with beans and peppers onto his fork.

"And it tells me nothing about you," he admitted with a small laugh. "I don't believe in any of that stuff. I just didn't want to pry." Actually, that wasn't entirely the case. Wasn't 'what's your sign?' and old Earth flirt that everyone joked about? Or was it not really a common joke anymore?

He flicked his gaze to Bellamy's lips briefly before taking another bite.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Another slight chuckle fell from Bellamy's lips, amused at Jackson's admittance of not wanting to pry as his reasoning for asking the question. "I practically interrogated you before," he said with a continued smirk. "You can ask whatever you want. But like I said, my life's not very . . . pry worthy." Bellamy had learned how to give answers that weren't always blatant lies if they didn't need to be. Surface level questions he was fine with answering. It was the deeper ones that he tended to avoid. The less attention he placed on the Blake family, the better. Hence the reason he hadn't spoke of his own parents or anything regarding his family life.

And why he silently appreciated the fact that Jackson hadn't wanteed to pry at it. Lies were necessary. But that didn't mean that inwardly, Bellamy wasn't always nervous when saying them. He and his family lived in a constant state of fear. Getting by undetected each day, was a relief. "I gotta say that I don't know much about it either. Only that some people are really into it." Talking about compatability, and which signs certain ones should stay away from. That, Bellamy didn't believe in. Everyone was their own person and couldn't be generalized or lumped into the same category just based on the month you were born.

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"Some people," Jackson agreed. "Some people that believe nonsense, you mean?" He laughed, but either Bellamy was completely oblivious to his flirting or he was uninterested and just being polite.

You can do this, Jackson told himself. You've picked guys up before.

Jackson took another bite of his food before stretching his free hand across the table to very lightly brush his fingertips against Bellamy's wrist. "Okay, fine," he said softly. "Tell me about your passions."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Nonesense. Yeah, he supposed that was defintely one way to describe it. But to each their own. And yet, Bellamy wasn't entirely focused on the conversation about astrology. Not when Jackson reached over and brushed his fingertips over his skin. It was becoming abundantly clear to the Cadet, the nature of their conversation. He gave a half smile, his eyes briefly falling to where the doctor had his before raising up to meet the other's gaze.

"People," he said with a bit of a smirk, answering his question and yet . . . there was also a playful teasing in his words, using the same answer that Jackson had given earlier. Only this time, there was a different underlying meaning to it. A more, suggestive one. People were his passion, only this kind of passion was more of an . . . intimate nature. "Might be easier to show you than tell you though," he added on with the same slight suggestiveness, his voice kept low in its naturally deep tone. Whatever doubts he had before about where the conversation was going . . . were laid to rest. Answered. Confirmed that perhaps, this could go beyond simply two friends eating beans.

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A little thrill went through Jackson at Bellamy's response. Obviously he understood now, and he was obviously interested. Jackson's let his fingertips brush up to Bellamy's forearm. "Oh?" he said, giving Bellamy a suggestive look that he wouldn't have dared before he knew Bellamy was interested. "More of a man of action than a man of words?" he asked with a crooked smile.

He wished he didn't have half a plate of food in front of him right now, but he supposed he could go get a box.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Jackson's fingers trailing over his forearm now left a tingling sensation in their path. Bellamy's eyes however were intently fixed on the male's face that sat across from him now. The conversation had taken a turn, and yet . . . a very natural one. Perhaps one that their entire encounter had been building up to. "Something like that," he said with a hint of a playful smile. While he wasn't totally useless with words, they were not his strong suit when it came to affection and intimacy. He had never needed them to be with the noncomittal physical relations he engaged in with others. That was often something needed to be made clear from the beginning, though wasn't always. Casual, surface level intimacy.

That was all Bellamy could ever have, unable to pose the risk onto his family or those others involved. So Jackson's statement was accurate. In such a case, it was easier for Bellamy to act than to speak. To be physical rather than emotional. Bellamy turned his hand around, his own fingers now slowly moving along Jackson's wrist for a moment. "So why don't you hurry up and finish eating," he said with a brief glance at his plate before looking back up at him. Slightly leaning forward, closer toward him, he continued to speak, voice lowered. "You may need your energy." With that suggestive remark, he drew back, moving his hand off the table and folding his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair, purposely pulling contact as if to give some quick motivation move the setting to somewhere more private.

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Jackson sucked in a small breath at the feel of Bellamy's fingers on him and licked his lips. It had been a little while since he'd even felt up to putting in the effort to find someone to sleep with, and Jackson was made even more aware of that by the way he still felt Bellamy's touch even after he withdrew.

Jackson sat back as well, holding Bellamy's gaze with a little heat in his own. "Eager?" he teased, adding, "I've suddenly lost my appetite." He watched Bellamy as he pushed back in his chair to go get something he could take his food home with him in.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy's smirk remained in place, playing on his features as Jackson teased him, before saying that he lost his appetite and proceeded to get up. "Not as much as you are," Bellamy teased right back, watching him with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He didn't need to ask where he was going, or what he was going to get. Bellamy too rose to his feet, reaching for his own container of food, not about to waste it.

But well, it was going to be just a little while longer before he took it home. Besides, he couldn't exactly invite Jackson to come home with him. Or make a pitt stop there. So he would just take it with him, and set it to the side while they . . . well, did whatever was prompting them to hurriedly get out of here. "Your place would be better," Bellamy stated, just throwing that out there so that they could have some direction of where to go.

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"I assumed that was the case," Jackson said. Bellamy hadn't said anything specific about his family, but he hadn't offered that he lived alone when Jackson did, so Jackson had assumed he lived with them.

He went over to the counter and boxed up his leftovers, turning the plate back in where it was supposed to go, then headed out of the mess with Bellamy.

"Unless there's a medical emergency, we won't be bothered," he said, giving Bellamy a coy smile as they left. Then he glanced at his watch. "And the Council doesn't need me for over an hour."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy followed Jackson's lead out of the mess hall and toward wherever his apartment was. He continued on to say that they wouldn't be bothered unless there was an unexpected emergency. It was his latter spoken words that would have caused Bellamy to pause, had he not spent a lifetime decieving others on a daily basis. "You're on the council?" He asked, composed and casual in his inquiry. He knew that medical officials like Doctor Griffin was, but he hadn't realized Jackson was too, or that he conversed with them.

Bellamy tended not to get too personal or involved with anyone linked to the council. It could bring about unecessary attention onto his family. But now wasn't the time to vocalize that. Besides, his gut told him that Jackson was no threat. "At least an hour should be plenty of time," Bellamy said, quickly pushing the thought of Jackson's position from the surface of his mind. No need to dwell on that now. It wasn't going to change their course of action. It didn't take long until they reached his place, as Bellamy waited behind him while he opened the door.

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They'd reached his rooms, so Jackson unlocked the door and let himself inside, and shut the door behind Bellamy. It was just a basic single unit--a bed, a table and a bathroom off to the side. It was the one they'd given him after he'd turned eighteen. He'd been offered a nicer one since his promotion, but he didn't really need more room to be alone in (most of the time).

"Oh," Jackson said, surprised. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm not on the Council and I don't want to be." He hadn't actually meant to mention his second title, but he didn't think about what telling Bellamy he had to meet with the Council revealed when he said it. "But I'm a Medical Officer, so I get pulled into the bureaucracy from time to time."

He looked Bellamy up and down for a moment. He was sometimes unsure how to start the action, so to speak. With aggression, or soft and slow? He stepped in close to Bellamy and slid his hand across the side of Bellamy's neck until his fingers slid into the back of Bellamy's hair.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Once they stepped inside, Bellamy took in the sight of his apartment. It was nice, a good size, ample room for a single person. And it seemed, modest. He'd figured that doctors would be offered more luxurious quarters. Maybe it was by choice, maybe not. Bellamy knew that as a Cadet, he'd be offered his own quarters once fully enrolled as a guard. But, he had no interest in that. He wouldn't be able to protect Octavia as effectively. Bellamy set down the box of food he had as Jackson explained that he wasn't actually on the council, but conversed with them. It made sense, and inevitably caused a small wave of relief to wash over the Cadet.

But they didn't need to dwell on the subject. Especially when Jackson moved toward him, sliding his hand across his neck and through his hair. The incredible sensation of his hands through his hair brought a small smile to the younger male's lips, as he stepped closer still. Bellamy wasn't often shy when it came to physical intimacy, though he did often like learning what his partner liked, how they liked it. Without necessarily using verbal inquiries but rather, just exploring them. With the way Jackson was starting things off, it certainly set the mood.

Bellamy leaned forward as if to kiss him, pausing when their lips were merely an inch apart, teasing to the fact as he shifted the position of his mouth, placing a light kiss right at the corner of his lips. Moving along he placed another right under it. Aligning himself once more, he paused only for a few moments, smiling for a brief second before tilting his head to the side and properly placing his lips over Jackson's. He started the kiss slowly, tentatively as if testing the waters, but soon, deepend it, moving his hand to the back of the doctor's head to gently press him closer against him.

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Oh. Jackson's breath hitched at the tiny, teasing kisses. That was unexpected, and certainly different from the last guy Jackson brought home who had shoved him roughly against the inside of the door, his mouth instantly demanding. Jackson actually let out a small, slightly amused, but definitely appreciative noise.

But when Bellamy actually kissed him, Jackson felt a jolt of desire through his entire body, and his let that be known with another noise of want as Bellamy deepened the kiss.

He slid his fingers deeper into Bellamy's hair, closing them just enough to give a light tug at Bellamy's scalp for a moment before releasing them. His other arm went around Bellamy's waist, tugging their bodies close as he ducked his head and trailed kisses along Bellamy's jaw.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Each sound that fell from Jackson's lips, served as further encouragement for Bellamy. In tune to the man's wants, enjoyments . . . mutual desire. He strove to be whatever his partner wanted him to be. The ultimate desire to please them, being Bellamy's goal whenever engaging in such couplings. But the build up could be just as important, especially if they had the time for it. Jackson's grip in his hair caused Bellamy to breathe into the kiss, taking in the new and desierable taste of the man before him. When he parted his lips, Bellamy didn't have to be left deprived for long as Jackson moved them along his jaw, causing Bellamy to close his eyes, basking in the sensation of each place that they touched.

Finding it impossible to remain idle, Bellamy somewhat returned the favor, tilting his head toward Jackson as his own lips moved along the doctor's neck, slightly teasing the skin between his lips for a moment being lingering his lips over it to soothe. His hand slid down Jackson's body, slowly tucking itself under his shirt as he caressed his side, gliding his hand up it to feel the well defined figure of the doctor. Wanting to feel more than that. Continuing his actions with his lips and hand, Bellamy started to take a few steps forward, thus causing Jackson to step back the steps it took to get to his bed.