Checking In On A Friend

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Jasper was relieved that Bellamy seemed to understand exactly what Jasper meant about expectations where he was concerned, and he actually laughed when Bellamy mentioned not having the handcuffs this time. "That's okay. I thought you were moving too fast with those anyway," he said, smirking. "And that's really not a moment in my life I want to recreate," he added.

He glanced over at the tent he shared with Monty--the big tent that Bellamy had given him, and Harper had tried to get him alone in--then looked back at Bellamy. "Ah, my roomie's probably home, so..." he trailed off, inclining his head towards Bellamy's tent.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy smirked once more as Jasper told him that he was moving too fast with the cuffs -- and that it wasn't something he wanted to recreate. That made perfect sense. He imagined ones arrest was not something anyone wanted to relive. The trauma of it would undoubtedly remain. Hell, Bellamy had a taste of it when they arrested Octavia. He couldn't do anything apart from just stare in shock . . . powerless to help. Realization of his failure. And his mother's arrest, was so much worse because she was floated right after. Pushing those thoughts out of his mind as they weren't exactly ones that were wanted at such a time . . . Jasper's words allowed for the distraction. The older male was rather accustomed to using his own tent -- the larger size and lack of roommate making it rather easy.

"Let's go then," Bellamy stated, picking up his plate and returning it to where the food was being distributed. Once their dishes were returned -- what limited ones they had -- Bellamy made his way to his tent, opening the flap for Jasper to enter before he did the same. He had previously said that they would move at Jasper's pace, and he meant those words. "Have you done this before?" Bellamy asked, taking a few steps toward Jasper. He knew that he'd said not to have any expectations, so that statement was telling. But now that they were in private, it was easier to have a more open conversation about it. Rather than Bellamy do something to make the younger male uncomfortable in the midst of their actions.

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By the time Jasper got to Bellamy's tent, his heart was thudding in his chest. Was this really happening? It seemed unreal. But Bellamy was standing right in front of him, and he looked as solid as ever, so this wasn't a dream. "Have I even been in someone's tent before?" Jasper joked, smiling and hoping the anxiety wasn't clear on his face. "Yeah, I have."

He tugged his goggles off his head, knowing they would get in the way in a minute, and dropped them gently to the ground. He tilted his head and made a face, because this was kind of an awkward conversation to have. "I haven't... done much," he admitted, stepping a little closer to Bellamy. Jasper didn't remember very much about what had happened between them when he was arrested, but he was certain this had been easier high.

But... he'd done scarier things on the ground, hadn't he? So he leaned in a brushed his lips to Bellamy's, his hands going to Bellamy's shoulders.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The smirk remained on Bellamy's expression as Jasper jokingly questioned whether he'd be in someone else's tent before; and that he had. Be knew that that wasn't what Bellamy had meant, but the older male wasn't entirely without a sense of humor. Jasper later clarified, saying that he hadn't done much. Bellamy wasn't entirely certain how far Jasper wanted to go, the words of no expectations and such not far from his mind. Bellamy of course didn't meticulously plan out such relations with others. He just kept in mind not to move too fast, or too intensely. To move at a pace that Jasper was comfortable with, even if the younger male didn't set it himself.

Bellamy closed his eyes, Jasper's lips brushing against his, his hands on his shoulders. Bellamy gave Jasper a moment to adjust to the sensation, before he pressed his lips a little more against Jasper's, slowly deepening the kiss as a hand went to wrap around Jasper's waist to move him closer. The kiss was slow, as if slowly testing the waters and allowing it to move a little more and more with Bellamy' in tune to Jasper's reaction and body language. The older male's hand slipped under Jasper's shirt, trailing up his bare back without removing the article of clothing in its entirety.

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"Mm," Jasper hummed, the small, pleased noise escaping his as soon as Bellamy parted his lips and deepened the kiss. The slide of Bellamy's tongue against him instantly alerted Jasper's body that something exciting was happening. He slid his arms around Bellamy's shoulders, one hand moving down over the strong planes of Bellamy's back, while the other slid up into his messy hair.

He sucked in a breath at the feel of Bellamy's hand on his back, his palm sliding over Jasper's skin. Jasper automatically kissed Bellamy a little harder at the thrill of that touch, wanting more, though he was vaguely aware that if his shirt came off, Bellamy would see the nasty wound in his chest. It hadn't even fully closed yet from where Clarke had had to cut away flesh.

He pushed the thought away, and slid the hand on Bellamy's back down the neck of Bellamy's shirt at the back of his neck, wanting to feel his skin too.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

With teasing the waters, Bellamy remained alert with Jasper's reaction. So when he felt him respond to the kiss, allowing the deepening of it, and then press his lips harder against his when Bellamy's hand roamed his back . . . all were indicators of enjoyment. Of consent to keep going. Jasper's own hands moved over Bellamy's skin, the sensation of them further encouraging the older male. Bellamy pulled his hand from under Jasper's shirt, as both of his went to the hem of his own. The kiss broke as Bellamy pulled his shirt up and off, setting it to the side.

Normally, he was more keen on removing his partner's shirt first, but in this case, with the eased pace he wanted to set for Jasper and his desire to make the younger male more comfortable . . . Bellamy felt it was only fair to expose himself first. Leaning back forward, his lips returned to Jasper's before moving to his neck, creating a path along the side of it. Bellamy's hands then went to the bottom of Jasper's shirt, pausing there for a moment before slowly starting to pull it up, giving the younger male time to protest if this was something he didn't want, or wasn't ready for. "Wanna move somewhere more comfortable?" He suggested, with his bed in mind.

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Jasper had seen Bellamy shirtless before, but being this close and being able to touch had Jasper's heart racing even more. He ran his hands over Bellamy's chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of Bellamy's muscles under his fingers. Bellamy was warm and solid and sexy as fuck. Jasper couldn't help letting out another noise of pleasure, almost a moan as Bellamy kissed down his neck. He tiled his chin up, offering more of his neck to Bellamy as his cock started to take notice of what was going on.

I've kissed both Blakes, he thought, and almost smiled in amusement, but he'd lost track of Bellamy's hands until his shirt was up half his torso, just under the spear wound. He sucked in a breath and closed his hands over Bellamy's to stop him. "You don't have to," he said quickly, forgetting Bellamy's question for a moment as Bellamy pulled back to look at him. "You don't really want to see it," he added, feeling a little awkward. It was strange; Jasper had never had any body shame in his life, even if he'd been teased quite a lot for being 'scrawny', but there was something about the wound on his chest that made him less comfortable in his skin.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The warmth of Jasper's hands running over his body felt pretty damn good. The warmth of his touch heated his inner core. An ache starting to build inside of him. With his lips still moving along Jasper's skin, he felt the younger male stop him when attempting to pull off his shirt. He told him that he didn't have to . . . that he wouldn't want to see it. It took Bellamy a brief moment to realize what Jasper was referring to. The scar from when he was speared. Truth be told, Bellamy was far more attracted to a person than just their body.

Attractiveness to him wasn't limited to what marks were on there but at the same time, the younger male's insecurities were understandable. It only went back to Bellamy's initial mindset; his desire to empower the delinquents. To make them feel confident in themselves . . . and that wasn't only limited to their capabilities as warriors, or survivors. But also, when it came to more intimate moments. Like right now. "We all have battle scars," he told him, looking at Jasper as their eyes made contact.

"Some are more visible than others." Some physical. Some burned on the inside. "Doesn't make you any less of a person. It makes you more of one." To endure, to survive, to live. Instead of lifting the article of clothing -- now knowing it was something that Jasper would need to do -- Bellamy tucked his hand under the shirt, slowly moving to skim over his stomach, feeling the markings of his scar, and keeping eye contact with the younger male all the while. To prove to him, that he remained completely unfazed by any scars on Jasper's body.

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Jasper wasn't sure he was convinced what Bellamy was saying was right, about them all having battle scars, some more visible than others. He knew it was true, but that didn't make walking around with a hole in his chest feel any better. But then Bellamy continued. 'Doesn't make you any less of a person. It makes you more of one.' Jasper blinked at Bellamy for a moment before he understood. Jasper had been traumatized, violated, by what happened to him. But the wound and the scar that wound replace it once healed was a sign that he was a survivor. It was ugly, and Jasper hated it, but maybe it was proof that he was stronger than he sometimes felt.

Jasper slowly loosened his grip on Bellamy's hands, and lifted his arms so that Bellamy could tug his shirt off. As soon as it was out of the way, Jasper leaned in for a hungry kiss before Bellamy could get a good look at him, his arms wrapping around Bellamy's waist. His hand slid up Bellamy's spine and roamed his back as they kissed. His other hand slid down to squeeze Bellamy's ass a little. "You were saying something about getting more comfortable?"

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy waited for Jaspers reaction. While there was technically no necessity to take his shirt off . . . Bellamy hoped he did. He wanted the younger male to fedl confident and strong. And of course there were his own reasons of wanting to see and touch Jasper that had initially prompted his attempt to take off his shirt. To his delight, Jasper allowed him too and Bellamy removed the clothing, tossing it to the side as Jasper leaned in for another kiss. Bellamy's hand went to the back of Jaspers head, his fingers running through his locks while pressing him closer. The older male breathed through the kiss, depending it, a groan sending a vibration when he felt Jasper squeeze his ass.

The kiss broke long enough for Jasper to reference Bellamy's earlier words about going somewhere more comfortable. "The bed," Bellamy answered in a low voice, kissing his lips again with a slight fervency. Keeping their lips locked he guided them toward the bed, his hand wandering over Jaspers back, hoping to provide the same sensation Jasper did to him with his own hands. It only took a few steps to get to the bed and once there, Bellamy broke the kiss, his forehead against Jasper. "Lie down," he urgef rather than demanded, as Bellamy ran his tongue over his lips.

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Bellamy's hand in Jasper hair felt amazing. When Bellamy groaned against Jasper's lips, Jasper felt a renewed jolt of desire shoot through him. He had gotten that reaction. Bellamy was enjoying his touch. When Bellamy's answered, just the tone of his voice sent a shiver through Jasper. Oh, God, even Bellamy's voice was sexy. Jasper hadn't really noticed before just now.

He let Bellamy guide him to the bed, his heart racing, but in the best way possible. His hand on Bellamy's ass squeezed a little more firmly, but his other hand slid into Bellamy's hair, closing his fingers a little to pull gently. He always liked people doing that to him, so maybe Bellamy would like it too.

"Hope you're coming with me," Jasper panted, but then moved back onto the bed, laying down but staying propped up a bit on his elbows, waiting for Bellamy to join him as he tried to ignore how exposed he felt right now. Bellamy doesn't care about my stupid chest wound, he reminded himself.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The firm grip on his ass, the hand in his hair . . . it all provided a rather enjoyable sensation and continued to thicken Bellamy's growing arousal. The hand through his hair was always a pleasurable one, a comforting one. Though the latter was not something he often took from his partners. Allowing them to comfort him too intimately was far too . . . personal. Instead, he focused on the physical. And the fingers in his locks did indeed give him enjoyment. He gave a slight smirk when Jasper vocalized his hope that he was joining him. He watched the younger male move back onto the bed, laying down but slightly adjusted upward, braced on his elbows.

Bellamy followed him, positioning himself above the male as his lips found his again in a deep embrace. Bellamy toed off his shoes, letting them fall to the side of his bedding. His hand began to wander lower to Jasper's pants, tucking a finger inside him before his other slowly unfastened him. "You ever been sucked off before?" He asked him against his lips. He felt the need to verbalize his intentions, so that the younger male would not feel uneasy, unknowing of what was coming. He wanted the male relaxed, eased . . . enjoying what Bellamy could offer him.

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Jasper let out a small moan into the kiss, resting back against the bed when Bellamy climbed on top of him so he could touch him. Bellamy's weight against him made Jasper feel almost impossibly hard, and Jaspers hands went back into Bellamy's hair, keeping Bellamy in the kiss a little longer before Bellamy broke the kiss to speak. The feel of Bellamy's hands unfastening his pants combined with Bellamy's question made him feel even harder, almost achingly hard. "N-no," Jasper said, feeling suddenly breathless, his breath shaky against Bellamy's lips. When he said he'd hadn't done much, he hadn't been lying. He'd had a couple intense make out sessions. A little of over the clothes stuff, which had once resulting in coming. He'd fingered a girl once at a party while he was pretty high. That was a weird, fuzzy memory, because he couldn't recall either of them being overly concerned about going somewhere more private than a dark corner of the room, even though she was sober, and she'd been wearing a skirt, so...

Jasper put that out of his mind and kissed Bellamy again, arching his hips up against Bellamy with a groan. His hands slid down and under the back of Bellamy's pant's, gripping his ass now without the interference of fabric between their skin. "God, would you?" he panted when the kiss broke, turning his head to kiss along Bellamy's jaw, leaving a trail of moisture there.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @jasper420

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

If he direct answer wasn't enough, his tone sure as hell would have been. Bellamy closed his eyes, feeling Jasper's lips move along his jaw, as the older male took in a slow breath, enjoying the sensation but not losing too much focus. Jasper was asking him to do something, and he was of course willing to comply. Not all of these delinquents had a chance to experience sex. To experience different acts. To experience the pleasure. They were sent here to die and instead, were surviving every single day. Bellamy wanted to offer to them what he could. To remind them that there could be something found in this world; something else experienced apart from fear and pain.

He turned his head to kiss Jasper again, before he started moving lower. His lips not leaving his skin as they moved down his neck, down his bare chest, lingering over his scar on purpose, as if to indicate that he was not turned off by it. With his now lowered position, it broke the contact of Jasper's hand on his ass -- one that he rather missed but was far more fixated on complying with what the male had asked, and what Bellamy had prompted.

He sat up over Jasper, pulling down his pants and underwear together to reveal his hardening cock. Bellamy lowered his head, running his tongue along the side of it in one long motion. Pausing for a second, he licked the underside of it, leaving a wet trail. Another pause, another glide of his tongue from another angle, coating him as much as he could to just build the moment, to watch him get harder. Without too much pause in between, his lips sucked the head of it for a few moments, before slowly taking him into his mouth, inch by inch.

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Bellamy didn't answer with words, but he just started slowly moving down Jasper's body. The feel of Bellamy's mouth on his skin was leaving a trail of heat in its path, and left Jasper feeling more breathless than before. Not only had Jasper never felt this before, but since he'd been on Earth, he wasn't sure he'd ever experience it. This life was hard, and they could all die any day. Jasper almost had. The thought that he was feeling this much pleasure now on Earth made it so much better.

His breath shuddered when Bellamy's mouth lingered near his wound, and Jasper had to fight the urge to tell Bellamy he didn't have to do that. But before he blurted the words out, Bellamy was moving lower still, then pulling back to pull down Jasper's pants and boxers. Jasper couldn't help but lift his head to watch as Bellamy leaned down and licked him, pausing before licking him again, and then again. Jasper sucked in a breath at each lick, Bellamy's tongue feeling amazing, but teasing. It wasn't until Bellamy took the head of Jasper's cock in his mouth that he let out small noise of pleasure at the wet heat that engulfed the head of his cock, sucking. He was taking short, gaspy breaths as Bellamy did this, the anticipation of what Bellamy was about to do making it hard to catch his breath.

When Bellamy finally started to slide down Jasper's cock, the pleasure overwhelmed Jasper and he dropped his head back to the pillow, closing his eyes and moaning. "Oh, God," Jasper panted, one of his hands going to Bellamy's hair while the other smoothed over what he could reach of Bellamy's back and shoulder. "That's amazing," he moaned, though he already wanted Bellamy to move faster.

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