The Ball Is In Your Court

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Jackson did his best not to keep laughing or squirm as Bellamy continued with his lips and tongue, but his amusement faded when Bellamy sat up. He told himself it was stupid to feel the absence of Bellamy next to him when this wasn't ever going to be anything, and never really was. Fortunately, Bellamy's question gave him an excuse for the transition from laughter to... well, nothing.

He looked at his watch. "Not quite twenty minutes," he said, dragging his hand down his face and stretching a little before forcing himself to sit up as well with a small groan. That quick nap wasn't going to happen. But it was better this way. That's what he told himself anyway. Even if a small part of him wanted to, he wouldn't pull Bellamy back into bed.

He looked over at Bellamy, giving him a warm smile. "Thanks."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy didn't fail to notice the faded laughter onto silence . . . instantly missing the amused sound that had come from Jackson. But, he also knew that this was always the part that could become the most awkward. An abrupt departure. Parting ways. No promise of a next time. Jackson said that he had around twenty minutes, or a little less than that and Bellamy just gave a short, slow nod. He then thanked him and it caused the Cadet to turn his head to look at the other male. A slight smile formed on his lips as he inched toward him.

A hand went to rest on Jackson's cheek as Bellamy leaend forward to kiss his lips. This time, the embrace was not filled with fervent hunger or need. It was a soft kiss, as if to ease any sudden awkwardness or uncertainty. Drawing back his hand remained on his cheek for a few moments before slowly sliding down. "For what?" He asked with a hint of a smirk, a teasing question to prompt him to elaborate on what he was expressing gratitude. Because, Bellamy sure as hell didn't deserve thanks for anything; though he seldom believed that he did.

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The kiss was nice, but it reminded Jackson again that this strange, almost instant intimacy between them would be gone in a few minutes, and of how much he wished that wasn't the case.

He kept smiling though, and tilted his head, considering his answer. He could easily make a teasing reply about the sex, but his thank you was about more than that. And even if he wanted to run away from the parts of this that were uncomfortable, to shut back down into Doctor Mode, he couldn't be dismissive of what they'd just shared because he thought Bellamy felt it too.

On the other hand, he couldn't be too vulnerable either. He couldn't thank Bellamy for seeing him, or somehow understanding him, and wanting to give something to him he needed. This was... probably the most unusual hookup he'd ever had.

Eventually, Jackson reached over and squeezed Bellamy's hand. "For your company," he said, then let go and got up to start picking through the clothes on the floor to get dressed.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy wasn't entirely certain as to what he expected Jackson to reply with. Something about the way their eyes locked on each other, went beyond just an impersonal hook up . . . and yet, something that would remain unexplored. It had to. Bellamy couldn't afford to allow himself in a relationship. Despite the burning desire for one. His family was his world, and he couldn't let anyone else in. Out of risk to both his family, and that person. Bellamy smile in response to Jackson's words, watching him as he started to gather his clothing, prompting Bellamy to do the same. He pulled up his underwear and pants, knowing he would have to go straight into the shower as soon as he got home.

"Anytime," he answered before reaching for his shirt and pulling it over his head. The words held their own implications, but Bellamy didn't overly dwell on them. Maybe they would meet each other again, maybe they wouldn't. He couldn't allow himself to care . . . even if he often craved holding his partner through the night and just engaging in a level of intimacy that was entirely unfamiliar. Once he was clothed, he ran his hand through his hair a few times, as if trying to settle it from the dishevelled look. Maybe his mother would be able to tell, maybe not. Either way, he wasn't going to explain it. "Guess I'll see you around then?" He asked nonchalantly, making sure he took everything with him . . . including his beans.

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Jackson got his clothes on, pulling a coat on over the shirt he'd been wearing before, and raked his hand through his hair. He'd have to check a mirror before he left. He didn't need to show up at the Council meeting looking as well-fucked as he felt.

He pondered Bellamy's 'anytime' as he dressed, wondering if Bellamy really meant that. Or if it was even safe to do this again. It might make Jackson start to want more than he could really handle. Or... maybe Jackson could learn to just accept it for what it was.

Finally, he turned back to Bellamy when he spoke again and gave him a small smile. "Yeah. I'll see you around."