Under The Weather

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Jackson made a noise off agreement, but then Bellamy's mouth was on his neck, leaving freshly damp trails down it and over his shoulder. Jackson let out a small moan, his hands sliding into Bellamy's hair briefly, encouraging it, then sliding down Bellamy's back. He dragged his nails lightly up Bellamy back. Bellamy was probably starting to warm up very nicely, if his own body was any indication.

"This is crazy," Jackson panted, a lazy smile on his face. He was aching now. There was no turning back. He shifted away from Bellamy a little. "I need you," he whispered, fingers starting to pull open Bellamy's pants as he kissed Bellamy again. "And I need you naked."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's nails raking against his skin provided a rather pleasurable sensation over Bellamy's back, causing him to groan against the kiss. This was indeed crazy; perhaps even reckless. But with all they had been through, the emotional intensity and burning need . . . he doubted there was any stopping it. He didn't want to, and Jackson's words made it clear that the feeling was mutual. As Jackson worked againts Bellamy's pants, the slightly younger male did the same. His fingers hurriedly went to the fastening of his partner's pants, his tongue slipping between his lips to taste him, and explore his mouth.

Once his pants were open, he pulled them down as much as he could in this angle, doing the same to his undewear so that he could reveal him. Keeping the contact of their mouths, Bellamy's hand starting to run over Jackson's cock, stroking his length in its entirety, as his chest heaved with desire for the man. "And I need --" He began to say, his voice slightly breathless from the heightened passion of this moment. "You inside of me," he finished, before crushing his lips against Jackson once more, his hand moving quickly over him a few more times before he withdreaw contact. Instead he withdrew himself, jerking his hips forward a little to rub himself against Jackson, an action meant to tease and encourage him.

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Bellamy's words sent a thrill through Jackson, as did the slide of his hand over Jackson's cock. Jackson moaned again against Bellamy's mouth, but when Bellamy pulled away and thrust up under him, sending blind desire coursing through him. He didn't want to pull away to get their boots off, so they could get their pants off entirely. This need felt too urgent, and Jackson didn't want to lose contact with Bellamy.

"Roll over," he panted. When Bellamy did, Jackson tugged Bellamy's pants and underwear down to his knees and kissed up his spine quickly until he was draped over Bellamy's back, one arm wrapping around Bellamy's chest as the other supported him. He nestled his cock against Bellamy entrance, rocking his hips slowly, rubbing his rock hard length against Bellamy's entrance without penetrating. Just enough for a taste. A tease. "This what you want?" he murmured, trailing his tongue along the shell of Bellamy's ear.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was quick to comply with Jackson's words, moving over so that he was lying on his stomach. His breathing grew heavier as he felt Jackson pull down his pants, his lips trailing up his spine causing a slight shudder from Bellamy, but not from the cold. From how damn amazing it felt. He felt his hardness against him, slowly closing his eyes as he fully expecting Jackson to enter him. But he didn't. Instead, he started rocking against him, which was enough for Bellamy to open his eyes again, hearing the doctor's taunting words. Bellamy let out a huff of air, causing the dirt near his mouth to blow to the side. "Damn it Jackson," he breathed, with mock annoyance at the man's teasing. The playfulness was something he quite enjoyed . . . but also something that only made his own cock even harder, needing to feel Jackson inside of him.

Needing that feeling of being complete. "You are going to be the death of me," he said with playful accusation. They had talked about how life was short, and so Bellamy was lightening the subject with this being the way that he goes. Jackson's tongue trailing along his ear, caused Bellamy to take in a deep breath, the wet sensation further arousing him. Now that was a kind of wetness, that the former guardsman did not mind. Bellamy reached behind him, taking hold of Jackson's cock with a firm grip, turning his head to the side to allow his lips to touch whatever part of Jackson's face was within reach. "Guess I gotta take matters into my own hands." Pun intended. And with that, Bellamy thrust upward, using his hand wrapped around Jackson's length to slide inside his entrance.

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Jackson huffed a breath that was almost a laugh at the way Bellamy was responding, loving that he could make Bellamy feel this way, and knowing that Bellamy's desire was a desperate as his own. "Would be an amazing way to go, right?" he panted, not sure if he could keep this up much longer himself. He kissed the corner of Bellamy's mouth when he turned his head.

He had a feeling he knew what Bellamy was going to do when he gripped him, and he was about to pull back and slick his cock, when Bellamy made a pun and pushed back before Jackson could respond. It was incredibly bizarre, laughing as he sank inside of Bellamy. The sensations of surprised amusement and sudden physical pleasure didn't blend, but the pleasure won. His laughter faded fast, replaced by a moan and he closed his teeth lightly at the back of Bell'as neck. "Puns, Bellamy?" he panted, already beginning to thrust. Obviously Bellamy was ready. "This is never going to work out," he added, teasing, but his tone was full of nothing but want. "Could've let me spit first," he added, pumping his hips.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

That much was true; it would be a great way to go. But before Bellamy responded, or even thought of a response, Jackson had entered him, and he felt his teeth against his skin. While it was light, there was the thrilling thought of Jackson marking him; as Bellamy was completely his. The mixed sensation of his mouth and cock inside of him caused him to groan in sheer pleasure. Swallowing, as he turned his head to the side, resting his cheek against the ground. A faint smile formed on his lips, minimized only due to the pleasure of Jackson's actions, thrusting inside of him. Bellamy's fingers scraped against the dirt on the ground, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment as another sound of pleasure escaped him.

He pushed himself up in attempt to meet Jackson's thrusts. "We're both wet enough," he managed to get out, with the rain that had soaked through their clothing. Besides, none of this hurt. "You feel so damn good," he moaned, one hand moving to the back of Jackson's head to grip him, his other going his ass and squeezing him there. Suddenly the cave was feeling a lot warmer than before, hot even and it made Bellamy want Jackson to move faster. "Harder," he breathed amidst another groan of need and building ecstasy. "I won't break." he further teased, squeezing him a little tighter and thrusting his hips up to encourage Jackson to delve deeper, faster, and harder within him.

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Jackson was already having a hard time controlling the noises he was making, small moans and sounds of pleasure escaping him with each thrust, but Bellamy's hands on him and his words only encouraged Jackson more. "I know you won't" Jackson breathed just before letting go and driving into Bellamy hard and fast, making him gasp. He wasn't going to last much longer.

He pulled Bellamy's hips back, just enough that he could reach around and stroke Bellamy, his grip firm. He moved his head and bit the back of Bellamy's shoulder, harder than the last time he'd bitten the man under neath him. This felt different than any other time they'd been together, almost more animalistic. Maybe it was because they were in a cave in the middle of a storm. Maybe it was because Bellamy had finally agreed to trust Jackson. It didn't matter. "Feel so fucking good," Jackson panted.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's response to Bellamy's verbal encouragement, caused him to let out another sound of pleasure when Jackson delved deeper into Bellamy, giving him what he had for. Using more strength, picking up the pace. The vigor in which he was pumping into him, left Bellamy mindless with pleasure and need for release. His breathing grew heavier, grunts sporadically falling amidst each breath. With how Jackson was pushing him forward, Bellamy's length repeatedly rubbed against the coarse ground, providing a rather pleasurable sensation . . . but hardly comparable to when Jackson started to stroke him. Bellamy's hand released from the back of Jackson's head, clawing at the ground, as his fingers scraped into it, not even bothering to try and withhold any sounds. The ones escaping Jackson were practically music to his ears.

He then felt his teeth pierce his skin, causing him to sharply inhale from the mixed pain and pleasure. More the latter than the former. The earlier thought of him marking him suddenly becoming a reality, and it felt good. Really good. Squeezing his eyes shut to take in the unfamiliar, but highly welcome, bite, Bellamy groaned again and again, strained sounds leaving him. Just as Jackson let go of any self control, so did Bellamy. Hell, he didn't even care if he wouldn't be able to walk after this. It was all worth it. His hand moving over his hard cock as only adding to everything else . . . and Jackson's words seemed to top it off. "Oh my god," he breathed, from the intensity of Jackon's thrusts, from his strong teeth, from his skilled hand . . . everything was driving Bellamy to utter madness.

"Yes," he encouraged, breathless, his words mixed with a loud groan. "Jackson," he moaned his name, simply wanting to say it, as if he could now that they had established a relationship. Now that they trusted each other to be together. A feeling of possessiveness, as well as giving himself to the man completely. His hand went to the back of his head again, gripping it tightly as his fingers bunched into his locks of hair, not even thinking about how strong the hold was. His fingers on the cheek of Jackson's ass, dug into his skin. He pushed his hips up, trying to meet each of Jackson's powerful thrusts with as much strength as he could in this angle.

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The feel of Bellamy under him, the noises he was making, the way he was pushing back as much as he could, giving back as much as he was taking... it was all sending Jackson's body to the edge of pleasure. He couldn't think. Right now, nothing mattered more than the way Bellamy felt, and the way he could make Bellamy feel.

Bellamy's fingers in his hair pulled, almost yanked, providing some much desired roughness, and Jackson couldn't stop the whimper-like moan it drew from him. "Yes!" he gasped. "Yes, Bellamy," he moaned, and when Bellamy's nails bit into his skin where he was gripping Jackson's ass, it sent Jackson over the edge. He groaned as he pumped his release into Bellamy, thrusting a few more times as pleasure washed over him in waves.

For a moment, he just went slack against Bellamy, panting hard against his back as the fog of orgasm overtook him. But he couldn't make Bellamy wait too long. He guided Bellamy onto his back and sank down, sucking Bellamy into his mouth without any tease... and immediately scrunched his nose and made a small noise of displeasure at the grit of dirt against his tongue from where Bellamy had been rubbing against the floor.

He turned his head side to side with Bellamy still in his mouth, building up as much saliva as he could to try to clean Bellamy off, then pulled back and spit to the side. "You're gritty," he said, desire still in his voice as he bent to take Bellamy in his mouth again. This time he moaned his approval, making a hungry noise as he started to bob his head, snaking his tongue along Bellamy's shaft as his hand gently massaged Bellamy's sac.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's words only adding to the building pleasure . . . until Bellamy felt Jackson's release. The warm liquid filled him, sending a sensation through Bellamy's body as he groaned in response, his hands on Jackson's head and ass, relaxing and falling limply to his side. While Bellamy hadn't come, he was enjoying the waves of pleasure, the proof of Jackson's release as it flooded through his body. He felt the man's heavy breathing against his skin, wanting to turn his head to kiss him . . . but Jackson soon took care of that. He turned Bellamy over -- the former guardsman showing no objection to that and within moments, he felt Jackson's mouth wrap around his cock. His reaction was immediate, as Bellamy sharply took in a breath, closing his eyes as his head pressed against the ground.

His tongue ran over his rips, trying to calm his heavy breathing but to no avail. His chest heaved, short breaths and heavy pants escaping him. Bellamy noticed something shift and opened his eyes, looking at Jackson through heavy lids as they were glazed over with need. When Jackson revealed what it was, Bellamy let out a breathy chuckle. "You can always clean it off," Bellamy encouraged but it was clear that the doctor needed none. He skillfully wetted Bellamy, the liquid from his mouth both cooling and heating Bellamy at the same time. As if he wasn't already aroused enough, his ache grew all the more intense . . . desperate to find its release. When Jackson went back to work, more uncontrollable sounds of pleasure escaped from his lips. His mouth and hands were working him real good. "You are so damn amazing." Even with the dirt, even with everything, he didn't let it stand in his way. He was just so damn good. His hands went to the back of Jackson's head, firmly gripping him with the same strength he had earlier.

His hands latched onto a fistful of hair, clenching them as he tugged at it while pressing him down, though Jackson needed no help building a steady rhythm. The man was skilled -- something Bellamy was more than grateful for. His hands moved along the bobbing of his head, Bellamy's eyes following every movement as watching him was a massive turn on. He couldn't help the upward jerk of his hips, thrusting into Jackson's mouth. The involuntary movement was followed by another upward thrust, and another, trying to keep it from delving too deep between Jackson's lips. "I'm gonna come," Bellamy breathed, his breaths almost frantic as the build up had been so intense. So much. He felt the need to warn Jackson, just in case he didn't want to swallow. It took only a few more strokes for Jackson's mouth, before Bellamy's hips jerked a final time and his release came pouring out of him, causing another noise of pleasure to emit from his mouth.

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The noises Bellamy was making were incredible, along with his praise, sounded so good to Jackson. If he could make this last all night, he would, but then Bellamy was pulling his hair again and thrusting. If Jackson hadn't just come, he might've become aroused again. Instead he moaned enthusiastically around Bellamy's cock, sounding out his appreciation for the roughness and sending vibrations over Bellamy's cock.

When Bellamy's release pulsed into his mouth, he made another wanton noise and hungrily swallowed all of it, pulling away only after he'd sucked Bellamy clean. He sat back, smiling lazily down at the gorgeous man in from of him under heavy lids, and then crawling up to kiss him. There was dirt at the corner of Bellamy's mouth, and Jackson found himself chuckling slightly. "You're filthy," he whispered, setting down in the dirt himself, pressed up to Bellamy's side.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

The vibration had been just what Bellamy needed to push him over the edge. And watching Jackson drink in the result of his orgasm . . . was a pretty damn, beautiful sight. His eyes stayed on the male for as long as he could, his chest heaving as he watched him. His hands slowly releasing their tight hold on his hair and instead, caressing his back where he could reach, which was more the back of his shoulders. Bellamy let out a heavy exhalation of breath, closing his eyes when he felt their lips touch to deepen the kiss, tasting himself on Jackson's lips.

All this was enough to turn him on again, but for now, he was basking in the euphoric aftermath. When he pulled away and settled by his said, he stated that Bellamy was filthy and a small smirk played on the man's features in response. "Yeah? Well . . . " Bellamy took a small chunk of dirty, leaning toward Jackson to kiss him again -- both because he wanted to and the other, smaller reason was to distract him as he began to spear the dirty over Jackson's arm. "Now so are you," he said with a smile, nipping Jackson's bottom lip for a moment before resting his head back against the crowd with a content smile.

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Jackson half-chuckled as Bellamy dragged dirt over his skin. It was so stupid, but Jackson felt good, better than he had in a long time, so he didn't care. "I have actual dirt in my teeth already," he said, settling his head against Bellamy's shoulder and kissing his neck. Not to mention he was sweaty, and had laid down next to Bellamy. He could feel the dirt sticking to his side. "That was unnecessary."

He splayed his hand over Bellamy's chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat from their exertion, and let his eyes close. Eventually, they would need to either get out of their pants, or pull them pack up, and get the blanket, but Jackson felt to content to move just yet. "Another box checked off on the Earth checklist," he murmured. "Sex literally on the Earth."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy let out another small chukle when Jackson statted that he had actual dirth in his teeth. He was distracted from making any immediate response when Jackson settled next to him, his lips moving along his neck. Bellamy closed his eyes, a slight groan of contentment and ease escaping him as his hand slid to the back of his head and down the doctor's neck. His hand on his chest was an added comfort, a warmth . . . a peace. "I'll help you get all that cleaned off when we get home," he said with a bit of suggestiveness to his words.

He wasn't even thinking about tomorrow when they'd have to somehow get cleaned up enough so that it didn't look like they rolled around in dirt all night. Then again, maybe it wouldn't be difficult to explain considering the weather. But that was something to be concerned with tomorrow. For tonight, he didn't want to think about anything else apart from the man next to him.

He smiled, looking at him with a soft gaze, less guarded than usual. Bellamy wanted to return the pleasurable feeling, so leaned forward to kiss Jackson's neck, his tongue trailing along his jaw line, before resting against his ear. "And how was it for your first actual earth sex?" He asked in a teasing voice, only partially rhetorical.

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Jackson smiled at Bellamy's suggestive offer, nipping gently at his skin. Getting into a shower with Bellamy was a very enticing idea, and... well, they both needed one. He hummed when Bellamy asked his question. "Do you have to ask?" he murmured. He wondered if Bellamy got his meaning, that he'd meant sex literally on the ground, rather than sex on Earth, but in a bed in his or someone else's quarters. But he decided it wasn't worth it to explain. "I certainly wasn't complaining."

He breathed in deeply, enjoying the scent of Bellamy mixed with the earth beneath them and the storm outside. "This was not what I expected today, but I wouldn't trade it for anything."

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