Friends With Benefits

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy was not a heavy drinker. Hell, he seldom ever touched the stuff. It wasn't even so much due to his underage status -- or well, former underage status as he was now 18. But rather, the risks involved of drinking too much. Lowered inhibitions could cause him to say something revealing about Octavia or his mother, and he couldn't risk their lives. He couldn't risk not being in control of his actions and words. But this, tonight, was the closest he had ever come to drinking too much. No. He had drank too much. He was still quite aware of his surroundings and actions, but the amount he drank took off the edge. Allowed him to just have a bit more fun than he was used to. Which was also why he couldn't go home to his apartment right now. He needed the alochol to wear off a bit so that his mother didn't see him in this state.

He knew he would get the same lecture from her. About being responsible, about how it could risk Octavia and their family. About how his actions could cost them their lives. Such was the burden he lived with every second of every day. He loved his family, but right now . . . he didn't want to hear about how his mother was disappointed in him. Tonight, he had allowed himself to just be a young adult which . . . he would most probably regret and feel guilty for in the morning. For now however, he was standing outside of Wick's apartment as his friend worked on opening the door. "Ever brought home a guy before?" Bellamy asked teasingly, clearky joking,, messing around with his friend since . . . well, it wasn't like that. But the alcohol had apparently caused him to have a better sense of humor, among other things.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick was a very smart guy! Smart smart! Smartie smart smartttt. . . . . "This is so stupid!" He groaned. He had made his password something new and he was too drunk to think about what he was smart enough to think about when he was sober. Wick looked over at his best friend who was drunkenly leaning on the wall, before looking back at it and glaring. "Screw it! I can hot wire this bad boy in my sleep!" He reached for the panel and pulled the cover off so he could cross a few wires. Looking over at Bellamy he laughed, "I forgot I made the password your birthday in honor of your birthday, so I have to break us in!" Wick was about to pull the wires out before he stopped and looked up at the metal above him. Damn it! THAT was what the password! Pushing the panel closed he stared at it again before looking at Bellamy, "What's your birthday?"

Eventually between the two of them they got the door opened. Wick wasn't so drunk he couldn't walk a line, so he put his arm around his friend and helped him toward the couch. Wick had just got them there when they fell over each other's feet and into the couch in a tangle of limbs while he laughed about it. Tonight had been fun! He had gotten his friend drunk, and Bellamy never let his guard drop! Kyle didn't know why but tonight was a rare moment, and Wick had helped him do it!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy watched Wick as he seemed to struggle with the passcode to his place. Too drunk to remember it but not drunk enough to override it. Bellamy just chuckled at his actions, or lack there of. When he asked him what his birthday was, the younger male slightly raised an eyebrow. His passcode was his birthday? Well, didn't that make him feel special. When the door did eventually open, Wick put his arm around him, and Bellamy wasn't sure who was supporting who more right now. Perhaps a balance of both. Which, didn't last long considering they both stumbled onto the couch, practically landing on each other. Bellamy gave another short chuckle of amusement.

"Damn you're hard." He knew what he could mean by that, but there was an underlying tone . . . a potential double meaning to his words that were as close to, well, something beyond an innocent tease. Bellamy pushed Wick off of him, still smiling with amusement. "Out of my bed," he told him, though he didn't entirely mean it. "Just cause we're having a sleepover, doesn't mean that we're sleeping in the same bed." Bellamy was of course fine with the couch, as he attempted to curl up on it with Wick still somewhere on it. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought . . . but whatever the reason, he wasn't entirely certain he wanted Wick off the couch at all.

[Kyle Wick]

"Damn you're hard." Bellamy's voice was nice, and Wick wanted him to keep talking while he tried to pass out. "Yeah! I didn't get drunk enough to not get it up!" Only then Bellamy was kicking him out. "Out of my bed," What? Wick looked around the them, his face really confused for a moment. "Just cause we're having a sleepover, doesn't mean that we're sleeping in the same bed." His face shifted to a very serious one before muttering, "This is a couch!" As if that distinction was the most important factor right now.

Wick tried to roll off him, but the edge of the couch caught him and he began to fall; so he grabbed onto what he could to stay on the couch. That happened to be his drunken best friend, and that happened to pull them both into the floor since apparently Bellamy was no more ready to hold Wick's slightly heavier self up. One day soon Bellamy might be bigger then Wick but right now Wick had a few years of puberty on him. Bellamy feel hard on top of Wick, and Kyle groaned in pain. "You're heavier then the girls!" He complained, and then thrust his hips up to rub against his friend. "But you missed the important bits!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Couch, bed, same difference. But Bellamy didn't have a chance to explain because the next thing he knew . . . he was falling. Really falling. At first he wondered if it could have just been in his mind but when he opened his eyes, he was looking down at Wick. He'd landed right on top of him as his friend graoned from the pain of the impact. He told him he was a heavier which . . . wasn't entirely an insult. Or was it meant to be? He wasn't entirely sure. Nor did he have a chance to think it over for Wick's next actions and words thoroughly distracted Bellamy. He shifted his hips upwards, causing their centers to rub against each other . . . and in turn, causing Bellamy to let out a short inhalation of breath at the sudden impact.

The rather, good feeling impact. It took him a moment to compose himself afterwards. "Well clearly, you're making it up for it." With that, he sat upright, though somewhat still on top of Wick. He then realized that he was sitting astride him, straddling him as each knee was on either side of his waist. Why was he remaining in this position? He should get off of him. And yet, that thrust seemed to cause an idea of where this night could go . . . where initially, Bellamy hadn't even considered it. Maybe he was overthinking it, or maybe not. In this current position, Bellamy used the palm of his hand to press against Wick's sensitive region, applying pressure to it as he put his other hand on top to press harder down for a moment. "That better?" He asked with a smirk.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle felt Bellamy sit up, but not move off him. Wick folded his arms behind his head while watching his younger friend. He was feeling a bit relaxed until Bellamy pressed down on his man bits and Kyle groaned. Yeah, that was just the right place. He asked if that was better, and Kyle grinned cheekily "Yeah, you can take it out for a space walk if you want." It was then that he also laughed at his own joke. The amusement not taking away from the good feelings that his friend's touch was giving him.

Moving both of his hands from behind his head, Kyle reached forward to touch Bellamy's thighs, one palm on each one. He did like the sight of his friend sitting on him, and be it the booze or the sudden mood of the room but the hard on that he had right now was almost painful. His palms slide a little higher, gripping Bellamy's hips before sliding back down to his thighs and waiting to see if Bellamy was game or if he was going to be going to bed alone.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy gave a slight eye roll at Wick's remark, though was more amused than anything. Most likely the effects of the alcohol . . . though Wick running his mouth was limited to times when he was drunk. Right now, Bellamy just had a greater tolerance and appreciation for it. Wick was one of his closest friends and well, apparently that was going to a next level. Especially with the way his hands were running up and down his thigh and sides, causing Bellamy to feel a building need for the male; a physical need.

Truth be told, Bellamy had never been with a guy before, but that didn't mean he was opposed to the idea. Bellamy's tongue ran over his lips as he watched Wick for a moment, not really needing to decide whether he wanted this or not . . . but just trying to figure out where to take it. "We staying on the floor or what?" He asked with a bit of a smirk. His hand slid down Wick's torso, and slipped under his shirt, his his fingers trailing over his chest without fully removing the fabric.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle blinked. "We are on the floor?" Looking around he grinned! That was why it was so close! Clearly he was too drunk to tell! Laughing to himself, Kyle reached up to unbuckle Bellamy's pants. He knew that they were supposed to get getting up, but he wanted to make sure they left his pants there too. If he was game, then Wick was game! After getting them open, but not pulling them down, Kyle moved to sit up. He got distracted and reached for Bellamy instead; pulling him into their first kiss.

Kyle's head tilted just enough to make sure nothing bumped awkwardly (thankfully he wasn't that drunk) and he used his lips to pull Bellamy's bottom lip into his mouth.. Once his lips where opened, Kyle used his tongue to taste his friend. Groaning slightly from the taste, and the building need; Kyle used his hands to pull Bellamy's hips into his and try to ease some of the ache. His hips couldn't really get leverage enough to move, so he tried to guide Bellamy into moving his own. Breaking the kiss Kyle let his upper body fall back to the floor, as he sucked in enough breath to speak, "If you don't get up then we are going to do this on the floor!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy would have shown amusement over Wick's clear disorientation, but he was immediately distracted by the unfastening of his pants. Bellamy's gaze fell to Kyle's working hands, opening the fastening but distraction struck him once more as Wick sat up and captured his lips. Despite Bellamy's unfamiliarity with kissing a male, he immediately responded. A sudden burning thirst for Wick consuming him as he slipped his own tongue between the older male's lips, drinking in his fill of the delicious taste he offered. Bellamy's tongue glided along the others, breathing into the embrace with his eyes closed, one hand falling between them as he too began undoing Wick's pants, craving more contact than this.

The pulling of their hips against each other not helping ease the growing need that filled Bellamy; in fact, it only intensified that ache for him. Wick pulled away all too soon, his upper body collapsing back onto the floor as Bellamy remained straddled on his lip. Blinking a couple of times, a smirk took over his features as he slipped his hand into Wick's open pants, and stroked his length a few times in a slow, teasing manner. He abruptly pulled his hand away and rose to a stand, towering over Wick. "Then get your ass up," he instructed him, as Bellamy pulled off his shirt as if to provide further incentive to Wick . . . and to quickly remove the constraints of clothing. He tossed the shirt to the side, his upper body now bare to the older male as he made his way toward the bed. "Or I'll finish without you," he added on teasingly.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle graoned as his friend stroked him, but all too soon the feeling of a firm hand was gone and leaving Wick aching for more. Looking up, he watched as Bellamy stood and tossed his shirt to the side. Before Wick moved, he reached for his own shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it the other way from Bellamy's--or so his drnkin mind assumed, but Wick didn't pause to check!

Pushing up to his knees, Wick reached for Bellamy's pants and used them to pull him closer. "Maybe you'd try, but it wouldn't be as good as waiting for me!" Pulling the pants down to Bellamy's knees, Wick used the height he was at to let him have the perfect level to take Bellamy into his mouth. Kyle's hands moved to the younger man's hips to help control the pace, and then sucked, and licked his friend. After a short, but through, sucking, Kyle stood up and grinned at his friend. "Wasn't that better then your palm?" He asked while still stroking Bellamy's firmness.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy watched now with more amusement as Wick removed his shirt, but instead of making his way to the bed, he pulled Bellamy's lower half toward him and took him right into his mouth. Bellamy sharply inhaled, letting out a heavy exhalation. One hand went to the back of Wick's head, his fingers gripped his locks of hair as his own head fell a little back. Closing his eyes and basking in the sensation of Wick's mouth, Bellamy licked his lips, his arousal thickening, causing him to go mad with need. His breathing hitched, his hand on Wick's head serving as encouragement . . . but before he could get too close to his release, Wick withdrew.

The sudden loss caused Bellamy to let out a groan of discomfort, to have to desend unfulfilled was physically painful but he knew it wouldn't last long. "Finally, you found a good use for that mouth of yours," he teased him. But Wick's hand moving over him wasn't enough. The younger male needed more. So with that, he pulled Wick up and crushed his lips against his own, while moving them toward the bed. Without breaking the contact, Bellamy only stopped moving when they were close enough to the bed that he gave Wick a bit of a push onto it, while moving back to his straddled position on top of him. He kissed his lips once more, before trailing his mouth along the man's jawline, and then his neck, teasing the skin between his teeth.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy pulled him to a stand and they attacked each other's mouths. Kyle moved back toward the best with him, but then Bellamy teased, "Finally, you found a good use for that mouth of yours," "I didn't know you liked to be bossy in bed, Bellamy." and the next thing he knew it was falling back to land and bounce on the bed, with his younger friend crawling on top of him. When Bellamy moved his mouth over Wick, he did his best to use his legs and hands to pull Bellmay's pants off the best he could--though it was a drunken effort that nearly had them both back in the floor.

One he was free of his pants, and Kyle could look at him better, Wick reached forward to fondle Bellamy, and groan from the feel of his friend's mouth! Wick moved his hands around to cup his friend's ass and squeeze the cheeks before pulling them apart slightly. "Maybe it's the blood rushing out of my head, or the booze, but if I don't get inside you soon I'm gonna ruin these sheets." He both teased and warned to his friend, assuming that he had done this before since he seemed to know what he was doing.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy felt the immediate relief of the constraints of his pants as Wick pulled them down, and proceeded to cup him, parting his cheeks a little which caused Bellamy's heart to beat a bit heavier in anticipation. And perhaps, a bit of nervousness, though he made no show of the latter. He had never been with a guy before; never been in one or had one in him. This was a first, but with the alcohol and everything else buzzing around inside of him, he didn't exactly prioritize revealing that small fact.

Instead, he encouraged Wick, raising his head a little to look at him before his hand slipped back down to grip Wick, proceeding to stroke him, as his continued encouragement. "So why don't you?" He questioned, nipping the skin on his shoulder for a moment, before continuing to kiss along his collarbone. "Not like I'm stopping you," he added on, picking up the pace a little as he ran his hand faster along him, and then quickly pulled away. "Don't wanna ruin your sheets after all," he joked, as if that were the reason he stopped tending to his arousal.

[Kyle Wick]

"So why don't you?" Bellamy countered, and Kyle laughed a chuckle as if to agree. "Not like I'm stopping you," "Your distracting me." He countered, never being able to keep quite. "Don't wanna ruin your sheets after all," So true! Kyle grinned at his logic and laid there for a moment to enjoy Bellamy's stroking. It felt so good to hand a strong hand over him that wasn't his own. Kyle felt his belly tighten, and for a second he thought he might finish, but after jerking Bellamy's hand from him he managed not too.

Kyle wrapped his arms around his friend's middle and flipped them around, before standing up. Looking down at Bellamy on his back, Wick enjoyed the sight before reaching for the lube. "Turn over, and slide to the edge," he told his friend, for once there was no humor in Wick's tone--only a husky need. On Bellamy's feet were on the ground, and his upper body resting over the bed; Kyle put some of the clear gel in his hand and stroked himself to coat everywhere. He used one of his fingers afterwards to coat around Bellamy's hole. Kyle used his hand to line them up, before pushing slowly in, and using his other hand to reach around and cup the younger man's sack.

Made by Riley at THQ

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

When Wick flipped them, putting Bellamy on his back, he moved off the bed and without needing to look, the younger male knew what was coming. Wick's instructions prompted immediate compliance from Bellamy, as he moved to position himself how Wick told him to. "Now look who's the bossy one," Bellamy teased with a slight chuckle, though it was missing the entire humor that would have otherwise been in his words. While he wasn't as nervous as he was during his very first time with Braeden, there was still a sense of nervousness deep within him.

It wasn't long until he felt the cool liquid being smeared on him, causing Bellamy's breathing to slightly hitch from the sudden feeling. This clearly wasn't Wick's first time with a guy. He had the gel easily accessible and seemed to know exactly what he was doing. That gave Bellamy some comfort. In addition to the fact that Wick was his friend -- as close of a friend that Bellamy could ever allow himself. Feeling Wick's hand brush against his behind, Bellamy's breathing grew slightly heavier. There was a strong anticipation, an excitement . . . but dman that nervousness. Maybe he should have drank a little more to get rid of it entirely. And then, he felt him start to push in. The penetration caused the younger male to groan amidst a sharp breath, as he squeezed his eyes shut and his fists balled with the sheets, gripping them tightly.

Bellamy knew the fact that he was clenching was only making it more painful but he couldn't help it. He had never been entered like this before, and the unfamiliar sensation provided a mix of pleasure as well as pain. But he had a feeling the latter would eventually ease. "Shit," he uttered breathlessly, as if fighting back any more involuntarily sounds that dared escape his body. He swallowed, his jaw clenching tightly as Wick's hand cupping him helped distract him a little from the discomfort. Bellamy slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to briefly glance at Wick before dropping it against the bed, focusing on taking deep breaths as his chest heaved. Damn it, he wanted to feel more . . . he wanted to feel Wick take him completely.