The Ball Is In Your Court

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Jackson's breathing was starting to get heavier, with Bellamy's hand up his shirt and the things he was doing with his mouth. It felt good to be touched intimately. He touched people professionally all the time, and they occasionally touched him, but Jackson couldn't remember the last time he'd even hugged someone. This wasn't at all how he'd expected tonight to go, but he was glad it did. If he didn't occasionally let in at least some form of intimacy, he'd probably drive himself insane.

He let Bellamy guide him back to the bed, lifting his head a little to nibble at Bellamy's earlobe. He scraped his teeth over it before drawing his tongue up the shell of Bellamy's ear. "Didn't know I needed this tonight," he breathed in Bellamy's ear. "Glad I ran into you," he added, sliding his hand up the back of Bellamy's shirt and dragging the backs of his nails up Bellamy's spine.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy's eyes remained closed, basking in the skillfull way that Jackson was using his tongue and teeth, the caress of the latter and the moist path of the former. He swallowed, the trail of his hands on his bare back leaving a warmth in its path. That urge to feel more, touch more, experience more was intensifying. Once they reached the bed, Bellamy leaned back from Jackson, his words finally fully registering in his mind. "Likewise," he returned with a bit of a smirk. Bellamy was no stranger to encounters with others that led to physical relations. But he certainly had not expected the doctor to be among one of his partners . . . nor did he have the remotest complaint about this. "Do you do this often?" Bellamy asked teasingly as his hands gripped the bottom of Jackson's shirt to pull it off his head and toss it carelessly to the side.

With his upper body now exposed, Bellamy's eyes trailed over him for a moment, before he gave a slight and practically gentle push, so that Jackson would land on the bed. The cadet wasted no time, not wanting to be parted from the man's touch for long. He moved to Jackson, straddling him at first as he began to slowly move forward so that Jackson's back was against the bed as Bellamy positioned himself on top of him. Simultaneously, his lips sought out his. This time less tenative, as his tongue slipped betweened his lips to coax Jackson's mouth open, allowing him the freedom deepen the embrace and explore him, while his hands worked to the same purpose, slowly trailing over Jackson's shoulders and upper now bare arms.

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Jackson actually moaned faintly into Bellamy's mouth. He'd wound up flat on his back with Bellamy's weight settled against him before he'd realized it, but he definitely didn't have any complaints. He didn't have any problem taking the lead if he needed to, but he certainly didn't mind a partner that could do that as well.

He cupped Bellamy's jaw as they kissed, his tongue sliding against Bellamy's hungrily, trying to show Bellamy how much he wanted this, and how much his body was starting to demand more. Though that was probably obvious, considering Bellamy was straddling him, some of his weight pressed to Jackson's groin.

He was breathless when the kiss broke. "Depends on what you consider often," he panted, giving Bellamy a small, mischievous smile. He slid a hand up one of Bellamy's thighs to squeeze his ass before pushing at Bellamy's shirt. "Off," he demanded.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

The moan caused a slight vibration that only made Bellamy press against Jackson more, wanting to quench the thirst for him that he hadn't even realized he had. The fact that there was mutual desire for this, further encouraged him . . . not that he really needed any more encouragement. When the kiss broke, Bellamy watched Jackson for a moment, as he folded his lips inward to savor the taste. Though he doubted that would be the last he had of it. His answer, his smile, and then his hands . . . the latter causing Bellamy to take in a deep breath when he gripped his behind, before demanding he remove his shirt. "Aren't you supposed to have better bedside manners?" He teased him, referencing the doctor side of him, but right now, he didn't care about that. Rank, status, none of that mattered in this moment.

Bellamy however did comply, lowering himself as he stole another brief kiss before his hands found the bottom of his shirt to swiftly pull it off his head, throwing it to join the unknown whereabouts of Jackson's shirt as well. Bellamy's hands then began to trail down Jackson's bare torso, taking in the feel of every muscle and letting his fingers linger over him . . . until he reached the rim of his pants. He hooked one finger inside, a smile spreading over his lips. His finger moved around the tip of his pants before reaching the fastening where his other hand joined, as he started to undo Jackson's pants. Needing to feel more of his skin, he lowered his head once more, kissing down the front of the man's neck before moving to his shoulder, gently nipping the region while his hands worked the fastening.

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Bellamy's words made Jackson chuckle, a little breathlessly. "I'm not bedside right now, am I?" he murmured.

Jackson wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the slide of Bellamy's hands down his body, sending little shivers of need through him, but Jackson didn't want to waste his new view of Bellamy's body. As Bellamy's hands slid down, Jackson's moved his up, thrilling at the contours of lean muscle. Jackson had been expecting Bellamy to be fit, but Bellamy could be a work of art.

And that smile. Bellamy's smile was infectious, and Jackson smiled back as Bellamy started to pull his pants open. Jackson let himself be momentarily distracted by Bellamy's mouth on his neck and shoulder, pressing his head back and closing his eyes, but when Bellamy's teeth nipped at him, he gasped softly and turned his head. All he could reach with his mouth were Bellamy's hair and ear, so he kissed Bellamy's hair and nibbled at his ear, sliding his hands down to grip Bellamy's ass again.

He pulled Bellamy against him, rocking his hips up against Bellamy with a groan as he felt Bellamy was equally excited as he was.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Jackson's hands moving over Bellamy's bare skin provided him with an intant warmth. A heat that only thickened his growing arousal. The slow and seductive way he moved, building this moment to be more than just frenzied passion. Something to be savored, and hell, Bellamy much preferred that. Especially with someone like Jackson. Attractive. Intelligent. And a list of other traits that drew him to the man. As if further validating his thoughts -- or whatever ones swam in his head amidst the burning need -- Jackson's lips against his hair before nibbling on his ear caused Bellamy to further lean into his touch in silent encouragement. When he felt the older male's hands wander down to his backside, pressing him against him, Bellamy let out a groan of pleasure mixed with the intensifying need for him.

He left out a heavy breath, trying to keep himself composed enough but damn, his pants were proving to be an annoying barrier. Especially with the way Jackson was pressing their sensitive regions together. Bellamy swiftly finished with his fastenings, proceeding to pull his pants down past his hips, and as far down as they could go without drastically altering their positions. One hand slipped under the fabric of his undewear, slowly moving over his impressive length in long strokes. The feeling of him in his hand was enough to cause another heavy breath to fall from Bellamy's lips, his mouth moving down along Jackson's chest. His free hand tugged down at the last bit of fabric covering the good doctor moving it just low enough to fully reveal him. Bellamy's hand ceased their movement as his head lowered, taking in the sight of him and his hardened member before replacing his mouth with his hand, letting his tongue glide over his length in one slick movemnt.

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Jackson was trying to get Bellamy's pants open as well, his hands fumbling, Bellamy's heavy breathing encouraging his desire, overriding Jackson's ability to keep their pace as casual as it had started. The task of opening Bellamy's ants, however, became much more difficult when Bellamy's fingers curled around him and started to stroke.

Jackson moaned softly, rocking against Bellamy's hand a little, as he finally worked Bellamy's pants open. Before he could return Bellamy's favor and slid his hand into Bellamy's pants, though, Bellamy shifted down and drew his tongue over Jackson's length.

"Ah," Jackson moaned, looking down at Bellamy's face as his hips jerked automatically. God, he needed more. Wanted more. But he wasn't at the point of begging. "Tease," he panted, his hand gripping what he could of Bellamy's shoulder, squeezing that firm, sexy muscle.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy had to admit that it felt pretty damn good to be freed of the restraints of his pants thanks to Jackson working them open. But he wasn't quite ready to relinquish his current position on top of the doctor. He was enjoying the way he felt far too much; the way he jolted from Bellamy's touch. And his words only made the Cadet smirk. "I could be a worse one," he teased. A worse tease than what he was currently doing. As if to add proof to his words, Bellamy glided his tongue over Jackson's member once more, making his way over the tip and then tilting his head to glide underneath his length as well, practically moistening the entire area without fully taking him into his mouth.

His hand cupped the sac of skin, massaging it in his palm. Parting his lips he took the very tip into his mouth, withdrawing after a few moments. His next action was similar, only he took a bit more into him. And then the third time, a bit more before withdrawing, each time taking a bit more and more into his lips and into his mouth. He paused after the third withdrawal, and glanced up to meet Jackson's gaze, amusement dancing on his features. Letting the moment linger only a few moments, his gaze fell back to where his head was aligned, and decided that was enough teasing . . . for now. His free hand rested on Jackson's thigh, skimming up the inner side of it as he slowly took the doctor's entire length into his mouth, accommodating him with ease and this time, didn't fully withdraw.

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By about the third tease, when Bellamy looked up at him, Jackson was starting to wonder if Bellamy was trying to kill him. It wouldn't be a bad way to go, if he were being honest, but he was having a hard time not thrusting into Bellamy's mouth and not squirming. At some point, one of his hands had balled his sheets up, and his breath was shaky. He was tempted to tell Bellamy to go float himself for that smug look, but he didn't know Bellamy well enough to make that joke.

Before he could say anything, though, Bellamy finally ducked his head down and swallowed Jackson whole. "Oh, God," he moaned, closing his eyes as pleasure flooded him, replacing the desperate desire that was building with a pleasant fuzziness, his mind going a little blank.

He lifted his hand, pressing his palm lightly to Bellamy's cheek, following his motions. "Please," he breathed.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

The words that fell from Jackson's lips in response to Bellamy's actions, would have caused him to smile . . . had his mouth not been completely preoccupied at the moment. Molded over Jackson's member to take him in as far deep as he could go. Bellamy's eyes were closed, heightening every other sense. He felt the male's soft hand touch his cheek, along with his pleading words. Bellamy didn't exactly feel guilty for the drawn out tease, but certainly felt determined now, to give Jackson what he asked for, what he could feel he wanted.

And hell, what Bellamy wanted to give him. He wanted to pleasure him; to have him reach that point of sheer ecstasy. His actions became a steady rhythm, his head bobboing over his length as he sucked him. He groaned against his length, causing a vibration to erupt, his grip on the lower sac of skin slightly tightening but not to cause discomfort of harm. His hand on his thigh slid up to his waist, holding him as he continued to move against him, using all parts of his mouth to caress, tease, and massage his hardened and swelled member.

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Bellamy's mouth was extremely talented as it moved over Jackson. He tucked his arm behind his head so he could watch himself disappear between Bellamy's lips over and over, but eventually his body felt like it was humming, vibrating with need and he had to close his eyes, dropping his head back with a moan and letting his hand rest lazily on the top of Bellamy's head, riding it.

As tension started to coil low in his body, he barely heard himself stringing together words of encouragement. "Yes... so good... please... don't stop..." When he felt his body finally reach the point of no return, he gasped, "About to come," with just barely enough time to warn Bellamy, should he choose to pull away, before his entire body spasmed with orgasm.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Jackson's words were like damn music to his ears. The encouragement -- also strengthened by the hand on his head. It added a fervency to Bellamy's actions, as he moved quicker and more purposeful, striving to get Jackson to that state of bliss. Taking him deeper into his mouth, and working him harder . . . he then gave warning that he was about to come. Instead of withdrawing however, Bellamy kept his mouth firmly in place, feeling him throb within him. It only took a few more strokes before he felt his mouth fill with the warm liquid of his seed, swallowing what came out of him. He waited until it was all out, drinking whatever entered his mouth . . . before slowly withdrawing from Jackson with a wet pop.

He wiped the corner of his mouth where a few stray drops fell. Bellamy moved back down, allowing his tongue to glide over his length a few more times in a finishing touch, before he moved to kiss along his inner thigh, making his way back up Jackson's body with a path of light kisses along his chest, until he was aligned with his head once more. Taking the opportune position, he leaned down to kiss him deeply, the taste of his release still fresh on his lips. Lingering there for a several moments before

Bellamy turned himself so that he was next to Jackson rather than on top of him. He propped his elbow up, resting his head on his hand as he just watched the doctor, taking in the sight of his face, the expression it held in such a moment. His free hand skimmed over his bare chest in a gentle caress, moving in a repeated path up and down it. Bellamy's tongue moved over his own lips as he continued to just gaze at him, before a smile formed on his expression once more. "You feel pretty damn good," he told him, teasingly but with the utmost truth. From what he touched and tasted, how could he think otherwise.

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Jackson was still panting, trying to get his breath back as Bellamy's tongue continued to work over him, kissing his way up his body. Through the haze of orgasm, every touch of Bellamy's mouth felt tingly, and he continued to make little appreciative noises until Bellamy settled next to him.

The taste of his release in Bellamy's mouth would have been a huge turn on, if Jackson felt like he was capable of being turned on again so soon. He enjoyed it anyway. His body felt heavy, eyes closed, but when Bellamy spoke, Jackson laughed lazily, lifting his hand to press it to his face. It was a little late for modestly, but for some reason that comment made Jackson's cheeks feel warm. "Oh, I do. Thanks to you," he countered.

He finally lowered his hand and looked up at Bellamy. "Give me a minute, and you can have anything you want," he murmured, rolling slightly to kiss the inside of Bellamy's upper arm because it was what he could reach with the least amount of effort.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

B ellamy smiled, watching Jackson cover his face as if almost feeling shy by his remark. It was rather endearing, and the sight kept a smile placed on his lips. He then told him to wait a moment and he could have anything he wanted. The offer caused Bellamy to slightly raise an eyebrow in intrigue. "Anything I want?" He repeated, his tone reflective of the enticing offer. Truth be told, these physical relations was perhaps the only selfish indulgences that Bellamy allowed himself. Otherwise, everything he did, revolved around his family. He lived for them, not for himself . . . and even in moments like these, when the offer was presented, there was something within him that felt compelled to prioritize the other persons' wants and needs above his own. Besides, it wasn't as if he couldn't derive some pleasure from them himself. And he most probably would.

Bellamy leaned toward him, kissing along his neck as he spoke between each embrace. "Has anyone ever ask you what you want?" He inquired, a suggestiveness to his voice, but also, legitimate curiosity. Jackson's own career was a very, giving one. Tending to others, saving their lives . . . Bellamy wondered if he often got what he wanted from a sexual partner, or if he was more willing to let them take what they required. Bellamy's hands moved down to Jackson's moist cock, still slick from where Bellamy had his mouth wrapped around him and then from his release. He trailed a finger tip over him, reaching the tip and then grazing back down underneath. His lips moved to Jackson's ear, pressing against them as he spoke. "What do you want, Jackson?" He asked, returning the question, an unspoken certainty that he would be willing to give him what he desired.

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Jackson shivered, but he wasn't sure if it was because of what Bellamy was doing--his hand teasing, his breath hot in Jackson's ear--or because of what he was asking. Generally speaking, people didn't ask about his needs, and generally speaking, Jackson had just grown accustomed to that. The better part of his daily life consisted of tending to other people's needs, and he didn't think much about it, so Bellamy's question was surprising, and... mildly uncomfortable... and sort of exciting, too.

The question woke Jackson up out of his haze, that was certain.

He rolled a little to stroke his hand down Bellamy's side, turning his head to catch Bellamy's mouth in a slow kiss. He savored the taste of himself on Bellamy's tongue again, and the play of Bellamy's muscles under his fingertips, then slipped his hand into Bellamy's open pants to wrap his fingers around his cock. "I want you to take what you need," he murmured, kissing Bellamy again.