These Battle Scars

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Jackson let Bellamy pull him toward the bed, his breathing quickening as his desire grew. When Bellamy asked his if he had to be anywhere, and if he could stay, it was hard to concentrate with Bellamy's lips on his neck. Jackson dropped his head back a little, giving Bellamy more access as he tugged at the bottom of Bellamy's shirt, wanting it off.

When Bellamy leaned back to to let Jackson get it off and toss it to the side, Jackson let his gaze openly admire Bellamy's chest as he shrugged out of his own coat. "Abby told me to get some decent sleep. She didn't tell me where," he breathed, lowering his head to trail wet kisses over Bellamy's shoulder, as he slid his hands over Bellamy's bare chest and back. He'd had less time for casual hookups since landing on Earth. He'd started to forget how good skin against skin felt. "I can stay," he murmured against Bellamy's skin.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy took advantage of Jackson's gesture, enjoying the plains of his well formed neck, teasing a little of the between his teeth while he forced some focus to remain on the man's answer to his question. Abby had encouraged him to get some sleep, without specifying where. Which meant . . . he could spend the night without having to run off where duty called. Unless of course there was some sort of emergency. But Bellamy wasn't considering their departure from one another when they could actually be together tonight.

"Well then I won't keep you up too late," he teased, parting his lips from Jackson's skin when he felt the doctor start to pull his shirt up, letting it fall to the side before getting out of his own jacket. Bellamy closed his eyes, a heavy exhalation of breath from the continued sensation of Jackson's lips against his skin, leaving a warmth that touched both his outer body and inside of him. A reminder that maybe, he wasn't completely dead inside. Maybe, there was still some life left in him.

His mouth and hands just felt so good over his body, but knew he couldn't idly bask in it without offering anything in return. With that, he gently moved Jackson back so that he was on his back on the bed, while Bellamy positioned himself on top of him. His hands went down to the bottom of Jackson's shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it carelessly without looking to see where it landed.

His lips hungrily returned to Jackson's, enjoying his taste before the need to enjoy his body took over. He moved his lips down the front of Jackson's neck, moving along his chest, appreciating its firm build with this lips, teeth, and tongue, letting each part of his mouth graze over the beautifully colored skin. His hand skimming over his shoulder and upper arm while his mouth continued to work along his chest, appreciating every inch of it as expressed with his mouth, like he hadn't done before.

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Jackson liked the weight of Bellamy's body against him, just heavy and solid enough to feel grounding. Oddly, that was a feeling Jackson didn't have much on the ground. Everything on Earth felt like it was constantly tilting... but not this.

Jackson let Bellamy get his shirt off, and let out a small moan as they kissed again, his body definitely starting to respond to this, and then Bellamy moved lower, and the feel of Bellamy's mouth against his neck and chest had him panting. He slid his hand into Bellamy's hair while the other trailed down Bellamy's back so he could drag his nails lightly back up.

"I'll probably pass out as soon as I come, so you better come first," Jackson warned breathlessly. At his current energy level, there would be no repeat performance of their first time together when Jackson had two orgasms. "God, I almost forgot how good you feel."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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Jackson's hands continued to leave a trail of fire in their path . . . a heat that filled Bellamy's body. His nails gliding across his path almost making him want to ask him to press harder. But no. It was perfect. The perfect amount of pressure. It was rather incredible, to have such a connection with someone. To be so in sync, even during their first time.

Jackson's words did not fall on deaf ears, even though Bellamy didn't immediately respond to them. Tonight, he wanted it to be about the doctor underneath him. He wanted to ease him into an orgasm. A reminder . . . that he could bring a person pleasure, not just pain. That he had some capabilities to make someone feel good, rather than just destroy them. Emotionally. Physically. Suddenly this need became more important than any release of his own.

"Me too," he breathed, his tongue gliding along his chest for a moment before his hands went to Jackson's pants. "And don't worry about that," he assured him, not entirely caring about his own needs. Or well, not in the way that would require him to come. No. His need was more focused on Jackson's release. Besides, he didn't want to over exert the man tonight. Once his pants were opened, Bellamy promptly pull them down, along with his underwear, just enough to release him.

He lowered his head, lips trailing down his upper body until he reached the hardened region between his legs. His tongue glided along the underside of his cock, taking in the familiar taste. He grazed his tongue along him again, making him slick from the side. With one more stroke of his tongue, Bellamy fully took him into his mouth, all the way until he was completely engulfed by him, before he starting to withdraw a little, only to take him again, his head bobbing as he created a steady rhythm.

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Jackson breathing was growing more ragged as Bellamy continued to move lower, then then Bellamy was pulling open Jackson's pants to free his erection. When Bellamy started to lick over his cock, Jackson let out a wanting noise, but he expected Bellamy to tease him a little bit before fully removing Jackson's pants and taking him. But Bellamy took Jackson in completely after just a few teasing licks and started to work his mouth over Jackson's shaft properly. His hips jerked automatically, but he stopped himself from fully thrusting.

"Oh, God," Jackson moaned, arching a little against the bed. His fingers tightened in Bellamy's hair, but he tried not to push Bellamy as his entire body lit up. It was hard to keep still. He was too tired to fight how his body was responding, and he squirmed against the mattress a little, making little noises of pleasure as Bellamy drove it into his body. "Was serious," he panted. He was pretty sure he'd be useless if Bellamy got him off first.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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Bellamy loved hearing every sound of pleasure that escaped Jackson. Every word that urged him on, thay reassured him that he was able to grant another some form of pleasure. Bellamy knew by now that his own needs were not as important; irrelevant. No. He relished in this . . . wanted Jackson to feel pleasure, some sort of euphoric bliss that apparently Bellamy could grant him. His body's reaction indicated as such, and Bellamy just continued to lick and suck him, pleasure surging through his own body.


He could feel the struggle within Jackson, and withdrew his cock from his mouth just long enough to speak. Though he didnt leave him unattended. His tongue glided along the lower sacs of skin for a moment. "You don't have to hold back," he assured him. He could succumb to his body's instincts if he wanted to. Thrust inside Bellamys mouth; the man could take it.


With that assurance he resumed, taking Jackson in his mouth again this time more slowly, as if granting him an opportunity to allow his body to react naturally. His tongue worked over him, a groam of pleasure erupting from deep within his throat causing a vibration. Damn the man felt and tasted good. And he knew it would only get better.

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Jackson felt the loss of Bellamy's mouth, and for a moment thought maybe Bellamy was going to take Jackson at his word and finally take care of his own needs, but that idea was quickly dismissed. He didn't have to hold back? What did that mean? When Bellamy's mouth returned to his cock, that was clear by how painfully slow Bellamy was suddenly moving.

Jackson swore under his breath. He wanted to thrust into Bellamy's mouth, as Bellamy was clearly inviting. But he didn't want to just take from Bellamy. He didn't want to use Bellamy. And Bellamy had ignored his warning, so he clearly wasn't paying attention to his own needs right now. Jackson could barely catch his breath. "Bellamy... want you to enjoy this too," he barely managed to get out. He was getting so close to coming, even with Belllamy moving so slowly.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy appreciated Jackson's concern with him finding his own pleasure. But Bellamy was all too aware of how undeserving he was of that. Jackson saved lives. Bellamy destroyed them. What right did he have to steal those moments of ecstasy; to release himself of pain even just for a few moments. Bellamy was the last person who deserved that . . . but articulating it held its own difficulty. Knowing Jackson's kind nature, the man would probably disagree with Bellamy's mindset. So he was determined to just act on it . . . hoping that he could push Jackson over the edge and send him into a relaxed stated of euphoria that would lull hm to sleep. So it was with this determination that Bellamy vigorously continued his actions.

He sucked along Jackson's length, reaching the tip as he sucked the head for a moment. He ran his index finger along Jackson's cock, slicking it with the saliva from Bellamy's mouth due to his actions. He then lowered his mouth back on him , consuming him once more, bobbing his head to find that pace. Hs finger skimmed along to his behind, slowly and carefully slipping between his cheeks to enter him. He recalled during their last time, that tjat had been what sent Jackson over the edge, and hoped that his body would react favorably this time too.

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Jackson waited for Bellamy to respond or change what he was doing for several rapid heartbeats, then swore again when Bellamy just kept doing what he was doing. "This's torture," Jackson moaned, tightening his fingers in Bellamy's hair again as he started to thrust gently into Bellamy's mouth, giving up on trying to convince Bellamy of anything. Fine. Bellamy won this time, but maybe Jackson would have time in the morning to return the favor.

God, it felt good, pushing himself into Bellamy's mouth, and when Bellamy pressed his finger into Jackson, Jackson's hips automatically jerked harder. When Bellamy's response was encouraging, Jackson decided to let go, and started thrusting in earnest. His pleasure was building rapidly, threatening to spill over at any moment. "Please," he whimpered, and Bellamy responded by groaning around him and crooking his finger. The joint sensation of the vibrations around his cock and Bellamy's finger inside him sent Jackson over the edge.

He moaned Bellamy's name more than once as he came, his fingers absently stroking Bellamy's hair as Bellamy drank up his release. When he was spent, he dropped his hand and went slack against the mattress, trying to catch his breath as his eyes felt suddenly very heavy.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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Torture. The word may have caused a flicker of a smile on the male's features, had he not been totally engrossed in the current task. Intensified when Jackson slowly started to thrust into his mouth. Bellamy easily accommodated him, enjoying the natural reaction of his body with no restraints; no need to hold anything back. He wanted Jackson just to allow himself in this mindless state of need and pleasure. Bellamy's finger worked in its place, gently probing within Jackson, slowly withdrawing -- not taking it all the way out -- but only enough so that he could slowly insert it deeper again. Another groan uttered from Bellamy as Jackson continued to thrust in him. He knew it would make his throat feel raw but it was damn well worth it.

Besides, it didn't feel like a bad thing at all in this moment. His free hand rested on Jackson's hips, feeling them in their upward pushes deeper and deeper into Bellamy's mouth . . . until he was rewarded with a surge of liquid that fell easily down his throat, allowing him to swallow the contents. Hearing his name fall from Jackson's lips caused a shiver to run down his spine . . . in the best way possible. He loved hearing those sounds of enjoyment, those words that came out in his pleasure driven state.

It was glorious to hear, and often intensified Bellamy's own desire -- whether it was his own ache or the drive to push Jackson to his release. Bellamy withdrew his finger and his mouth from Jackson's cock, swallowing the rest of the residue before licking his lips to savor the taste. His tongue moved along his tip, wiping away any residue of his release, before doing the same along the sides of his length and underside to clean him off. To prolong it just for a few more moments. His breathing was slightly heavier from their actions.

Glancing up at Jackson, he saw validation of his earlier words. That the man would crash once he orgasmed. And Bellamy wasn't going to force him awake. Instead, he moved down a bit to pull of Jackson's shoes, tossing them to the ground before pulling up a blanket over him. He then toed off his own shoes before positioning himself next to the doctor, turned on his side so he could watch him for a moment. He slightly raised his head, only to gently kiss Jackson on the lips for a few moments before resting his head on the pillow next to him once more. Bellamy's hand moved over Jackson's chest in a soothing motion. Maybe, tonight wouldn't be one that Bellamy would dread so much . . . with Jackson laying next to him.

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Jackson chuckled faintly as Bellamy licked him clean, like he had the first time they were together, though his laughter was more subdued and tired than it had been back then. He was still smiling faintly as Bellamy pulled his shoes off and covered him up. He was already having a hard time staying awake, but he hummed appreciatively into the kiss Bellamy offered. His body was swimming with pleasure, combined with a deep relaxation that tugged him further toward sleep as Bellamy stroked his chest. "Was amazing."

"Gonna get you back," he mumbled, forcing his body to roll toward Bellamy so he could wrap his arm around him and nuzzle his face against Bellamy's cheek. The last thing he remembered before he went out was the comforting scent of the man laying next to him.

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