Friends With Benefits

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle paused as he wanted for Bellamy to relax some so he could push in more, but it was hard work. "Damn it, Bellamy, relax some." Kyle muttered. Had he been less drunk he would have made connections that this might be his friend's first time; since he was having trouble figuring out what to do. "Push against me." But as Kyle was drunk he only knew that it would feel better for them both if Bellamy was not fighting him this hard. Kyle used the hand cupping his friend to massage and try to help him relax.

Kyle pumped his his hips slowly, rather then pushing all the way in. Letting himself since in a little and pull out some, before sinking in more. His forehead fell to rest between Bellamy's shoulder blades as the effort to hold back was great. Sweat made his hair mat to his face. Kyle leaned forward to suck on the back of Bellamy's neck while trying to pace themselves. Kyle's deep groan was the only sound he made besides panting. His hand moved to Bellamy's hard dick and he gripped it, while stoking a lot faster then he was pumping into his from behind. "Come for me," He told his friend, needing him to finish so Wick could as well.

And with how tight Bellamy was around him, and the feel of his friend struggling under him--Kyle knew it might not be long. "You can ruin the sheets, I wont tell," He joked, trying to help his friend relax. Right about that time, Kyle got always the way in, and he exhaled. He only gave his friend a moment to adjust before he pulled back half way and pushed back all the way in. That was when he started a fast rhythm, matching his thrust and strokes. Kyle's free hand fisted in Bellamy's hair, and pulled his head back so he could watch his face as he came.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Relax. He was telling him to relax. Bellamy knew well enough to understand that relaxing would make it less . . . uncomfortable. But he was far too preoccupied with the new sensation of having his friend wedged between his cheeks, to consider relaxing. Or even pushing against him. He was merely just trying to adjust right now. Though, Wick's hand massaging him and stroking over him was certainly making it easier. The distraction fully welcome. His encouragement and tease adding onto it, as Bellamy's breathing hitched, small groans of pleasure erupting from deep within his throat. Wick's mouth against his skin caused a deep inhalation of breath, struggling to keep himself composed right now.

His mouth was gone all too soon, but his hand was working him. He could feel more and more of Wick slipping inside of him, all too aware of the man's size when he had stroked him earlier . . . but damn, he was really getting a full feel of it now. His eyes remained shut as his hands gripped tighter against the sheets, not daring to let them go just yet. He was already close, throbbing, aching for release. It was at the moment that Wick fully pushed into him, that Bellamy came, spilling his seed onto Wick's hand if it was even still there, and inevitably onto the sheets. The haze of pleasure somewhat overpowering the pain, but Bellamy still couldn't fully ignore it.

He let out a strained sound, a mix of a pleasure and discomfort when Wick's full length was inside of him. He buried his head against the bed once again, breathlessly cursing at the feeling. He was building the rhythm, causing breathy grunts to fall from Bellamy's lips, with an occasional groan at the feeling of being penetrated like this. He forced his eyes open when he felt Wick pull his head up, still a little hazy from having reached that peak of ecstasy.

One of his hands finally released the bedding, and he reached back, gripping the side of Wick's ass where he could reach. The man's earlier words rung into Bellamy's ears and well, he had already given him the pleasure of an orgasm. Bellamy wanted to return the favor. Taking a deep breath, he pushed his hips back, meeting one of Wick's thrusts, titlting his head to the side a little to try and watch Wick's reaction to it. The discomfort was starting to ebb away and left only was the intense pleasure that his partner was providing him with. And so he pushed back again, and again, starting to match the pace that Wick had set.

[Kyle Wick]

Belly's body reacted under Kyle's attentions, and he could feel his friend finish in his hand; leaving the sticky liquid coating Wick's palm. Knowing that his partner has found this orgasm, Kyle focused on his own. Bellamy finally being pushing against him, allowing Kyle to trust slightly deeper, and with every push came the when the pulled back slightly, and everything tightened; jerking him harder. Kyle made a a half groan, half chocking sound as the pleasure of the moment over took him. His hands dropped away from his friend and braced himself on the bed, and his body trust in one last, deep time. He paused there as his he tensed and jerked from the impact of the climax.For a moment be couldn't breathe, but once it pasted he sucked in a deep breath, and exhaled, as he dropped down over his friend.

Kyle dropped kisses on the back of Bellamy's shoulder, before reaching down to pull his cheeks apart and pull out with slightly more ease. Rolling to flop down on the bed, Kyle came to rest on his back, while looking over at Bellamy on his front. Grinning, Wick couldn't help but to roll to his side and french his lover once again. Damn that was good. While Wick favored women in his bed, he enjoyed men too. Tonight had been a rather surprising, but welcome romp.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy could feel his thrusts getting stronger, deeper . . . more driven. It was an unfamiliar sensation of having someone throb within him, but this entire thing was, unfamiliar. Yet, not unwelcome. It felt good. Pretty damn good. Enough to glaze over the pain, at least for now. Everything about Wick's body and noises indicated that he was close. Bellamy dropped his hand back to the bed, both of them now braced on it as he gripped the sheets once again. He closed his eyes once more, returning to his former position of squeezing them tightly shut. Suddenly, he felt it. The warm, liquid filling him in a way it never had before.

The final thrust had promtped a sound from his as well, before Bellamy's head hung between his shoulders, his chest heaving as he panted from the impact and strength of Wick's thrusts against him. He felt the man's lips caress his skin, a comforting sensation that helped ease some of the discomfort of him being inside of him. And at the same time, it felt . . . fulfilling. When Wick parted him and pulled out with a wet sound, Bellamy cringed, letting out a sharp breath as he now realized just how sensitive the region was. He was going be damn sore tomorrow . . . but it was worth it. Once Wick fell onto the bed next to him,

Bellamy did the same, no longer having anything to prop him up. He let his arms fall, lying on his stomach as his head was pressed against the bedding, covered by it. That is, until Wick leaned over to kiss him. Bellamy instantly reacted, his lips moving along Wick's in a lazy, deep embrace. His hand slid along Kyle's bare chest, feeling the small beads of sweat that had formed from their vigorous activities. Easing out of the kiss, Bellamy kept his forehead against Wick's, his eyes remained closed, just working to catch his breath. Then again, breathing seemed overrated and it just resulted in Bellamy leaning forward to kiss Kyle again.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle felt Bellamy break the kiss, and he grinned again, just enjoying the after math and his friend's touch. He felt a bit dizzy in the wake of a strong climax, and with as drunk as they were, Wick knew they'd not last much longer. He was a smart man, he knew how it worked. The lack of blood to the brain, mixed with vigorous physical activity meant that they were going to 'pass out' or go to sleep rather quickly as their body sought to righten it's self. Tomorrow morning the hangout would be a bitch.

Bellamy kissing him again distracted him from the logic that didn't really want to surface. Just assuming his friend would stay, Kyle reached over to give a playful smack on his friend's ass, before trying to move. Their feet were still hanging off the bed, and he didn't want to sleep like that. "We should climb to the pillows," He pulled the sheet from the bed--they could just use the blanket--before Wick moved up first, waiting for Bellamy to join him. Tomorrow they could figure out what all this meant, but for tonight they needed sleep.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

The hit on his flesh served as a sharp reminder of the sensitivity of his region, the action causing Bellamy's breathing to hitch for a moment. Kyle was moving and saying something about getting into the bed. But . . . even in his drunken state, Bellamy knew that he couldn't stay the night. He never could. He wasn't able to leave Octavia for an entire night -- not certain as to what his mom's plans often entailed. But he wasn't fully processing that quite yet. Instead, he dragged himself to where Kyle looked so comfortable.

"I can't stay," he groaned, joining him under the blankets as he was feeling increasingly disoriented. Or perhaps it was just the intense need for sleep. Passing out. Whatever. At this point, there was no difference. "I need to go," he added on, though his eyes were closed and he was laying so damn comfortably on his bed. His head rested on the pillow, blankets half covering them. He moved an arm to rest on his forehead as he took in a deep breath. "Can't leave her . . . " Were the last words he said before drifting off to sleep. Because, while one may assume he was talking about his mother, in actuality, his mind was thinking of Octavia.

[Kyle Wick]

Bellamy seemed determined not to stay, but he climbed up and crashed hard anyway. Kyle lay there with his head propped up on his hand, and watched his friend loose the battle. "Can't leave her . . . " Raising his eye brows, Kyle shook his head. Who every had his friend wrapped around her fingers was going to miss him tonight. Which was odd because Kyle hadn't known Bellamy had anyone in his life.

But that was for another day. Kyle pushed his friend over a little, and spooned in behind him. They could deal with everything else tomorrow. It didn't take long for Wick to pass out as well, and he slept like the dead. He always slept better after sex. There was just something peaceful about it. When he did finally blink himself awake, Bellamy was still there in his bed. Sober Kyle wasn't sure how things had happened but wasn't opposed to the idea of friends with benefits.

His head was throbbing, but it didn't stop him from sliding his hand down Bellamy, and resting it on his hip. Pushing up to look down at his passed out friend, Kyle moved his hand lower to rest on his friend's abdomen and pull him back so when the younger man woke up it was to the feeling of Kyle 'waking up' too. "Hey birthday, boy." He grinned lazily. Maybe they could have a round two before having any awkward 'what did this mean' conversations.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy was aroused from sleep . . . quite literally. He suddenly felt something against him, which caused a heavy, slow breath from fall from his lips. A peaceful one really. He turned his head a little, his tongue running over his lips with the sudden urge building within him . . . as he felt the person next to him be filled with the same. A smile crept onto his lips as he slowly, hazily opened his eyes. There, looking back at him, was Kyle Wick. Last night was a blur, but considering they were both naked right now in bed . . . well, Bellamy could easily deduce what happened. He stared at Kyle for a few moments, a soft smile on his lips, looking at him through heavily lidded eyes. And that was when it hit him. It was morning. His eyes shot open and he leaped out of bed.

"Oh shit! What time is it?!" The sudden and abrupt movement from bed caused him to stagger to the side, catching himself as he gripped the edge of Wick's sidetable. Bellamy raised his hand to his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt a sudden wave of nausea, which went along with the intense pounding in his head. Trying to swallow it back, he moved to fix his pants, fastening them. While the panic didn't wane, it was being controlled by his inability to move quickly.

He had never spent a full night away from his family. His mother was going to kill him. Octavia! She would be worried. Bellamy looked around the room for his shirt, tossing the other things out of the way until he found it and pulled it over his head. When he stopped enough to think, he seemed to realize what exactly was going on . . . or had gone on. "I gotta go," he said slightly shaking his head, and trying to steady himself on his feet enough to look sober. And well, not as hungover as he felt. But damn, he probably looked like hell.

[Kyle Wick]

One moment round two was looking rather good, and the next second Bellamy jarred the bed so hard from jumping up that Wick had to hold his breath in order to stop the pain and sickness. "The hell?" he groaned, not angry but sarcastically annoyed. Once he could open his eyes, he noticed his friend was dressing. "I thought you didn't work today?" Kyle wasn't a man whore, but he knew what was happening. Bellamy was panicking and running away. Something about last night was bothering Wick but it was too fuzzy to be clear. Had he said something about a girl?

"Dude, slow down. What's the big hush?" Kyle didn't often let his emotions show, but he knew enough to know what the risk were (Bellamy could feel awkward about sleeping with a friend and avoid him) and he didn't like the idea of his friend just running out. Kyle pushed tot he edge of the bed and sat there, as he watched Bellamy (try) to hurry to dress and leave. He didn't say anything (something rare for him) as he watched his friend mental pull back. He didn't like it, but he wasn't going to beg while his hung over. Instead he just watched as his best friend really seemed to all but run from his bed.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

Bellamy looked at Wick, able to tell that the male wasn't entirely pleased with the situation. But it was precisely why Bellamy never spent the night. He couldn't. Not with his family, his responsibility. And now, he had to rush out without being able to fully explain it to Wick. He knew the man deserved better. But . . . Bellamy couldn't tell him the truth. He couldn't tell anyone. And so, he was left unable to answer Wick's questions. Kyle was right, Bellamy wasn't working today and he wasn't going to lie and pretend like he was. He just stared at the older male, wondering if he was expectant of an answer. One that Bellamy couldn't give.

"I'll see you around," he finally said, knowing it was the best he could do right now. With that, he made sure he had everything, and taking a deep breath, left Wick's apartment, closing the door behind him without glancing back. He made it a few steps down the hall before he paused, steeling himself. It had felt pretty damn good to be able to spend the night with someone . . . and while last night was still a blurry haze, he knew it had been fun. Wick was perhaps the closest friend he had on the Ark, and he was well aware that he could have screwed that up. But he had to take one screw up at a time, and right now, he needed to get to his family.

[Kyle Wick]

As Bellamy walked out Kyle called out to the shut door; unaware if Bellamy could hear him but as Wick was saying it for his own benefit he couldn't really care. "If this your bed side manner then I can tell you why your single." It wasn't called out with anger, but sarcastic tones. Kyle watched the door for a minute before laying back down and resting his head on his bed. He didn't go back to sleep, as everything was too fresh in his head and he was worried he'd screwed things over.

Kyle had planned to try to do things with Bellamy today but since his friend bailed on him, he just got some food and spent most of it at his place recovering from the night before. The more he thought about it the more he wondered if that was Bellamy's first time with a guy and wondered if he bolted because Wick hadn't been gentle. It didn't sit well with him, but Wick didn't seek out his friend. Instead he was crashed on his couch and looking at the upcoming students who would be doing some internships before graduating. Not feeling like going out, Kyle figured he could get a few extra hours of sleep and try to figure things out when he got a sense of how bad Bellamy was right now. It might be the coward's way out but Wick wasn't known for bravery.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

His family reacted as expected, and Bellamy hadn't given many details as to why he was gone all night. He just assured them that everything was ok, and apologized profusely for it, before hopping in the shower to get cleaned up. The panic had numbed his body, but now that he finally had a moment to breathe . . . he realized how sore he was. How sensitive he was. It had been his first time with a guy, and he knew that it was a good thing it had been with a friend. Just like his first time with a woman had been with a friend as well. He supposed he was lucky in that regard.

But right now, it hurt . . . and Bellamy was feeling additional guilt for the way he had left things with Wick. Which was why he was determined to seek him out later today to clear the air. He wasn't working but he had a lot to do. His mother had to do things outside the apartment, so Bellamy spent the day with Octavia, making up for his absence yesterday. But the time his mother returned it was much later in the day, and Bellamy took advantage of the few moments of free time he would have.

He made his leave, promising that he wouldn't spend the night out again. If Bellamy's memory served correctly, Wick wasn't working today . . . so he went to his friend's place, taking a deep breath as he knocked on the door. He knew that leaving could make things more awkward, but he couldn't regret it. His family always came first. That didn't mean he wans't going to at least try and fix things with Wick . . . if he could. This was exactly why Bellamy knew he shouldn't have friends. It was too risky, for everyone.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick had his feet propped up and was half sleeping when the knock came. He wasn't expecting anyone, but that didn't mean people didn't stop by. Wick didn't do well when left inside his own head for long, so he more often then not had friends over and didn't work alone. He ran his hand over his hair to make sure it wasn't sticking up, before he pressed the button to open the door. Seeing his friend there, Wick leaned his shoulder on the door frame.

"You know, I think I saw you eailer," Kyle said with a bit of sarcasm. His tone was clear he wasn't mad, but it also held a bit of annoyance and hurt. He didn't think they were meant to be, or even that Bellamy was dating material. Kyle liked women more then men, and while he would sleep with men too; he tended to date women more often. "But I'm not sure. Turn around ad I can tell. You were running away at the time." Still, Bellamy was his best friend, so Kyle turned and walking into his place; leaving the door opened and knowing that Bellamy would just walk in. "Shoot straight with me man, cause I don't play games," Wick added on after the door was shut. "What the hell?"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

maybe the guard

WILL MAKE A MAN OUT OF HIM

As soon as the door opened, Bellamy's eyes went to Kyle. He was trying to determine what emotion he saw in the man, but as soon as he started talking . . . it became abundantly clear. Sarcasm. Which wasn't unusual for the older male but this time, it was for a different reason. Bellamy wondered just how much he may have hurt or offended Wick by leaving so hastily. He let the man finish though, stepping inside his apartment and closing the door behind him. Wick was directly asking him what happened, with the three words he posed. Bellamy would have to find that fine line between a truth and a lie; inevitably lying of course.

It was far too common for him to do so on the Ark . . . as one would have to when protecting an illegal sibling. After a few moments of silence, Bellamy finally spoke. "I never stay the night," he began to say. He wanted Kyle to know that it was nothing personal; it wasn't just limited to him but really, to anyone that he had sex with. "It's just, something I don't do." Spend the night, no matter how much Bellamy wanted to. Whenever the choice came between his sister and another person, it would always be his sister. "I shouldn't have spent the night here, but I did. So when I woke up, I couldn't stay a second longer." Regret not for having sex with Wick, but for letting himself pass out in his bed instead of going home.

[Kyle Wick]

Stay the night? Wick's brows rose and he wondered what that was about. It sounded like an excuse, but he was more worried about Bellamy trying to end their friendship then trying to figure out his friend's issues. He knew that Bellamy was close to his mother (which Wick didn't understand, but didn't question) and he knew that he wasn't ever invited to Bellamy's place. The Blake's were weird like that, never asking people over and instead just going to other's places. The point was, that Kyle didn't hold all the Blake's weirdness against them. Whatever. What he did hold against Bellamy was telling the truth.

"I am not going to pretend to understand why that is." Wick muttered, and then tried to call Bellamy out with the truth. "Look, man, we were a bit drunk last night and if you got freaked out then just say so. I was too drunk to notice last night, but thinking back I can tell you've either not been with may guys, or any guys. So if that was what had you running half baked out here then just say so." Wick was a bit worried he'd hurt his friend and Bellamy wasn't going to fess up. "I didn't exactly take it easy on you, and instead of hiding it, just tell me I'm an asshat and let me deal with it."

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