Beautiful Beans Bonanza

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Jackson lets his teeth scrape Bellamy's fingers as he pulled it out of his mouth, giving Bellamy a lazy, satisfied smile as he pulled away. Jackson dropped his foot back to the floor, letting Bellamy go enough for him to move, but not enough to lose contact. If they didn't actually need to shower, Jackson might've suggested they go to bed now and let this euphoric haze of orgasm drift them to sleep.

He closed his eyes for a minute, sagging against the shower wall to catch his breath as Bellamy's hand ran over his chest, but he eventually reopened them to see Bellamy with his head tilted up into the spray. Jackson smiled at the beautiful picture in front of him. Bellamy probably didn't see it, but he was gorgeous, scars and all.

Jackson shifted forward to kiss Bellamy's neck as he reached for the soap and started to lather Bellamy's back. Jackson didn't know what was in the soap they made in Arkadia, but he enjoyed the fragrance as it started to fill the shower. Bellamy's skin, slippery with soap, felt amazing, and Jackson knew if they lingered washing each other, he'd probably be turned on again, but he didn't care. He kissed along Bellamy's jaw, moving the soap to Bellamy's shoulders. "This's more fun than I've ever had in a shower before."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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The euphoric aftermath was still coursing through his body, made even more perfect when Bellamy felt Jackson's lips against his neck. Bellamy's lips curved into a smile, his other hand reaching behind Jackson's neck as he slid it upward, weaving his fingers through his now wet hair. A small moan indicating his enjoyment escaped him when Jackson started to lather him with the soap, his hands moving over his body so sensually. "I could definitely get used to this," he said with an unwavering smile, basking in the sheer pleasure of having Jackson's hands all over him.

Jackon's own words filling Bellamy with a thrill and anticipation that this did not have to be a one time occurrance. With his fingers already wrapped in his hair, Bellamy moved his hand away from Jackson's chest and reached for his shampoo. Squirting some into his hand, he rubbed both of them together before putting both hands in Jackson's hair, gently massaging his scalp, purposely moving in long, drawn out motions so that he could enjoy it. They were in no rush after all. Besides, it was far more enjoyable to wash Jackson's hair than his own -- and far easier considering the shorter length and well, because it was Jackson.

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"Me too," Jackson murmured. When Bellamy started to wash his hair, Jackson almost forgot what he was doing for a moment. His fingers gripped Bellamy's shoulders lightly as he tilted his head back into Bellamy's hands with a small moan. A smile spread across his lips a moment later and he opened his eyes to see Bellamy was smiling too... which made Jackson's smile widen.

"You could do this forever; I don't think I'd stop you," he teased, but the feel of Bellamy hands massaging his scalp was almost that good. He let his eyes flutter shut and continued soaping Bellamy up blindly, enjoying the feel of Bellamy's chest and stomach under the slippery lather.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy almost paused from Jackson's words, though managed to keep a steady pace as he continued to work his fingers in Jackson's hair. Forever he had said. They had gone from being too afraid to be with each other, to realizing life is short . . . to speaking of forever. It was perfect. Filled with hope and comfort that what they had, wasn't going to go away. That they had a reason to keep fighting, keep enduring. Because after all the hell that was this world, Bellamy found his bit of heaven.

With Jackson's eyes closed for the moment, Bellamy leaned forward and gently kiss his lips, more of a soft tenderness in the embrace, as if to match the way his hands were moving in his hair. Slow and soft. Easing out of it he kept his forehead against his partners, running his tongue over his lips to savor the taste. "Forever still may not be long enough," he said a bit teasingly, feeling the need to say the word that he had . . . as if to further validate what this was. What they shared. And the fact that after all this time, neither of them had given up on the other. Finally, Bellamy felt safe again. Emotionally and physically.

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Jackson savored every moment of that tender kiss, drinking in the feel of Bellamy's mouth and the intimacy of the moment. They were literally bathing each other, as if they could wash away each other's sins and all their past avoidance of each other and start something new and beautiful.

Jackson hadn't been thinking when he spoke before, but hearing Bellamy repeat one word got his attention. Forever. But Bellamy didn't seem bothered by it. His tease rater encouraged it.

"We better make the best of it, then," Jackson said, before kissing Bellamy again with the same tenderness as before, his hand moving lower with the soap.

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Jackson was definitely right about that. They should make the best of it. The most of it. When he kissed him agian, Bellamy eagerly returned the embrace, his hands continuing to move in his hair while he basked in the feeling of Jackson's hands moving lower on his body. When he felt like he had lathered his locks enough, Bellamy slightly turned them so that Jackson was under the direct line of the water. "Close your eyes," he told him in a low voice, before tilting his head back a little and starting to slowly rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

He watched his partner intently, enjoying the sight of him like this. Of the water and small shampoo suds running down his wet body. His eyes lingered over him, taking in every inch of what was before him, apprecating it to the fullest. Bellamy's hand gently moved over Jackson's face to ensure there was no residue of shampoo that would sting his eyes. While rinsing out the last bit, he leaned forward and ran his tongue down Jackson's neck, grazing his teeth over the skin, now clean of the shampoo bits.

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Jackson let Bellamy guide him under the water, closing his eyes as instructed, and just enjoyed Bellamy rinsing his hair, the suds running down his body. Bellamy's hands on his face were so soft, making sure the suds didn't run down his face. Jackson wondered how many people knew just how kind and gentle Bellamy could be. Jackson wanted to return the favor, wanted to wash Bellamy's hair as well.

He moaned softly as Bellamy's teeth and mouth moved over his neck, and tilted his head up for a proper kiss when he's hair seemed clear of suds. As he kissed Bellamy, he ran the soap over his arms, then he broke the kiss to crouch down to finish cleaning Bellamy off, planting open mouth kisses against Bellamy's hips as he did and ignoring the taste of soap.

When he stood, he pushed the bar of soap into Bellamy's palm, rinsing his hands as he reach for the shampoo. "Your turn," he said, turning Bellamy just enough to make sure his hair was still nice and wet before working the shampoo into his curls. His fingers were firm massaging, but moving slow. He kissed Bellamy's jaw, his body starting to respond again, apparently having recovered from their earlier exertion. "Haven't had someone wash my hair since I was old enough to do it myself. Or bathe me," he breathed against Bellamy skin.

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Bellamy couldn't suppress the groans of pleasure when Jackson crouched down before him, kissing his hips, causing him to start to grow hard again. He'd never had a problem with stamina in the past, but Jackson really brought out so much desire from him. So much needing. Practically leaving him at the man's mercy, whether he fully realized it or not. Another breathy groan escaped him, Jackson's earier words enteirng his mind, and wanting to act on them. The mixed feeling of Jackson's hands cleaning him off from the soap and the water, and his own hands through his hair . . . it was all so incredible. Such a wonderful sensation that he wished they could just stay in here. Bellamy took the soap, gripping it in his hand, taking a moment before he started to rub it over Jackson.

He certainly was taking his time, with both hands soapy, he moved them in sync starting from his broad shoulders, down his perfectly toned arms, and equally toned chest. His eyes followed his hands, moving over him, reaching the apex of his thighs. He paused for a moment, relsihing in the feeling of his lips on his skin again, and his fingers running through his wet locks. The mixture of both actions only thickened his arousal, feeling that Jackson was getting worked up as well.

The sudden knowledge that Jackson had never done this with anyone else, made Bellamy feel a sense of honor and excitement that he was his first partner to shower with. "Well then let's not make this the last time either," he teased him with a smile. "Cause I can tell you like it," he further teased, his eyes glancing down at his hardening cock, before looking back at Jackson. "Didn't know your hands were skilled at this too." Another playful comment, wanting to articulate just how much he was enjoying his hands through his hair . . . as if his sounds of evident enjoymant weren't enough. Bellamy started to tilt his head back, slightly parting his lips to soak in the water, wanting to start to rinse the shampoo out so that he could tend to both their more physical needs.

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Jackson laughed softly at the gentle teasing, but he just pressed himself against Bellamy. "What gave me away?" he asked, desire in his voice. not really expecting an answer.

When Bellamy leaned his head back, Jackson took the hint to start rinsing Bellamy's hair, guiding the water away from his eyes, unable to stop himself from nibbling Bellamy's neck a little as he did. He nibbled that perfect little dimple in Bellamy's chin when he started to lower his head again too before kissing him.

Bellamy didn't rush to finish soaping Bellamy up, but the pace was a little quicker, and Jackson's arousal was more than okay with completing the shower portion of the night, as good as it felt. Jackson couldn't seem to stop kissing Bellamy as they rinsed each other off, but their kisses weren't the same hungry, ravenous kisses as the ones when they started their shower. They were still full of desire, but they felt like they meant more, like there was more emotion behind them. "God, Bellamy," Jackson panted, and reached to turn ff the water.

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It was getting increasingly difficult to focus on anything at all with how Jackson was nibbling on his neck and face, his mouth working against his skin that felt so damn good, he released another moan. He wondered if Jackson truly knew what he was doing to him; what he caused to stir within him. After Mount Weather, Bellamy had found it difficult to take showers with what had happened inside but now . . . he never wanted to get out of it. The company was too amazing. He let the water wash out of his hair, appreciative of the fact that Jackson took so much care in rinsing it out of him, preventing it from moving on his eyes. When it was finally out, their lips met and Bellamy raised his hand that wasn't still holding the soap to Jackson's cheek, deepening the kiss. But when the doctor reached to turn off the water, Bellamy gently took hold of his write.

"Wait," he breathed in a low voice. He leaned forward to deeply kiss Jackson again before practically speaking against his lips. "You said you wanted something before this was though." Bellamy hadn't verbally responded, but he acknowledged it. And now, he wanted to give it to him. Bellamy kissed him again, moving him a bit back so that he was against the wall before turning his body. He moved Jackson's hands so this his palms were flat against the shower wall, to better brace himself on the slippery floor. Bellamy's foot then gently nudged Jackson's feet apart a little, slightly raising one leg so that his knee was against the wall and would give him a better angle. Bellamy's lips moved along Jackson's neck, to his ear, leaving a little distance between Jackson's chest and wall so that he could move his hand over the front of his body.

"I want it too," he said in his ear. With that, he brought ease to his aching cock, pushing it inside of Jackson in one swift motion. The water allowed the area to be slick thus allowing him to move with ease. A breathy grunt escape him, as his held moved back a little from the overwhelming sensation of being inside Jackson after so long. He let the doctor adjust to his size and the feel of him, before he slowly withdrew a little -- not all the way -- and then pushed himself back in with another heavy breath. His hand moved to his front, the bar of soap rubbing against Jackson's cock to both tend to him and clean him off . . . though clearly, the former held more priority than the latter. His movements of his hand falling in sync to the way he pumped himself inside of him.

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A pulse of need went through Jackson at Bellamy's words. He hadn't just glossed over Jackson desire, but had intended to give him what he wanted... and get them both off twice. Jackson let Bellamy guide him into position, pressing his hands against the shower wall. Jackson turned his head, pressing his cheek against the damp surface and failing to contain a wanton noise as Bellamy guided his legs apart. He felt at Bellamy's mercy in this position, but it was exciting to let Bellamy take control.

Jackson sucked in a breath when Bellamy spoke into his ear, just making Jackson even more aroused knowing Bellamy wanted it too, and then he moaned as Bellamy wasted no time sliding into him. He clawed at the wall a little, adjusting to the length and thickness inside him. "God, yes," Jackson managed, and then didn't bother to stifle his noises of pleasure as Bellamy started to move. He loved the feel of someone inside of him, and that it was Bellamy made it even better. He hoped that it would be Bellamy for a long time to come.

When Bellamy started stroking him in time with his thrusts, slick with soap, Jackson let himself lean harder against the wall, shoving his hips back at little. "Please," he moaned. "Harder. I won't break," he added, repeating Bellamy's words from the cave back to him.

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Bellamy hadn't been inside Jackson for over a year, and now that he was . . . it felt incredible. His body's reaction just added to the sensational feeling of filling his partner. His noises, the way his body reacted in front of him . . . it just made Bellamy continue to push his hips forward, striving to find his release and hopefully, Jackson's too. "I almost forgot . . . how damn good it feels to be inside you." It had been too long, but now with their formalized relationship, they wouldn't have to prolong these things, they didn't have to avoid them or deny themselves it. Not anymore. Jackson's words caused a slight huff of amusement to fall from Bellamy, not having forgotten how he's said them to him when they were in the cave.

"I know you won't," he teased, mimicking his own words. But as Jackson had given him what he wanted when he asked, Bellamy had every intention of doing the same thing. He set the soap to the side, though quickly returned his hand to Jackson's cock not wanting him to descend unfulfilled or have his building need ebb away. His arm was wrapped around Jackson to prevent him from slamming hard into the wall. Bellamy's other hand went to one of Jackson's that was against the wall, pressing his palm into the back of Jackson's hand as he practically pinned him in place. With that, Bellamy used more strength than perhaps ever before, thrusting himself inside of Jackson with powerful force.

It was enough to cause a loud grunt to fall from him, as he repeated the action, again and again, his head slightly falling back as he panted heavily. Though his mouth missed the contact of his skin, and moved his head forward again, using his tongue and teeth to caress and tease the back of his neck and shoulder. His hand moved more frantically over his cock, with his other pressed hard against Jackson's hand on the wall. His uncontrollable need drove his actions, thrusting harder and harder, the desperate need to fill him expressed through not only his thrusts, but every part of his body that was somehow holding or moving against Jackson's. "I'm close," he breathed, feeling himself throbbing inside Jackson.

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Jackson almost smiled when Bellamy returned his words back to him from their night in the cave, but the smile quickly slipped off when Bellamy started to give him what he asked for. He moaned, rocking his hips back into Bellamy's movements as much as he could without risking falling. As much as he wanted to touch Bellamy, he didn't reach back from the wall to keep his balance... and if he was honest, because he did like the feeling of being dominated every once in a while. Which is why his entire body flooded with passion when Bellamy's hand pressed against his, pinning it to the wall. "Yes!" he gasped. He'd allowed himself to be dominated by other men in the past, but this was different. Better. Because Bellamy cared about him. It was more about what felt good than the dominance.

So he let Bellamy take and give what he wanted, barely able to catch his breath as Bellamy slammed into him, his lips and teeth working over his neck and shoulder. By the time Bellamy said he was close, Jackson was too, not thinking as he babbled words like 'good' and 'yes' and 'more' and swearing occasionally at how good it felt. He didn't bother to warn Bellamy when he came with a low groan. Bellamy would feel his orgasm around his cock. "God, Bellamy," he moaned. "Bell..."

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Each sound and word that left Jackson's mouth fueled Bellamy's passion. Making him thrust harder, work his hand faster over him, and press his hand harder against the shower wall. He sounded so good. He felt so good. Everything about this was making his mind positively spin. They even releaseed at practicaly the same time, for when Bellamy felt a warm liquid spill over his hands, he jerked and released deep within Jackson, flooding him with his seed. The mixed sensation of feeling Jackson's orgasm and his own at the same time, was over powering. Bellamy's head fell onto Jackson's shoulder, his own relaxing as he slowly, limply moved his hand away from where it had been pinning Jackson's on the wall. Bellamy felt as if he was in a daze of pure euphoria, the aftermath of their shared orgasm making every limb in his body feel limp. And incredible.

His chest heaved against Jackson's back, trying to focus on taking deep breaths. His hand glided over his cock a few more times, brushing his tip with his thumb as his other hand skimmed up Jackson's chest, up the front of his neck, and turned his head to the side where Bellamy raised his to meet him with a kiss. Slow, and deep, revealing of what he was feeling right now. And then the words finally processed in his head. Bell. Jackson had called him a nickname that was often reserved for people he was close to. Mainly Octavia. The former guardsman had always believed it would be tained . . . but it wasn't. Because he loved the way Jackson said it. He loved the way it strengthened their intimacy. And only made him deepen the kiss even more.

Reluctantly, he eased out of it, looking into the eyes of the man that he felt extremely lucky to be with. He moved back a little, allowing Jackson to move as Bellamy raised his hand, flooded with Jackson's cum, to his own lips. Bellamy moved his tongue over the tip of his finger, sucking it a little with a satsfied swallow and smile before proceeding to rinse himself off, and Jackson as well a final time. Or well, final for this time. His hand glided over Jackson's cock to clean him off, standing behind the male while Jackson stood facing the shower head. Bellamy's other hand moving along the crease of Jackson's ass, to wipe away any of Bellamy's own release that may have been stained him. "Now you can turn off the shower," Bellamy said in a teasing voice, though with truth.

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Jackson slumped against the wall, breathing hard, and when Bellamy kissed him, he moaned a little into it. Not a needy, wanton moan, but a sound of appreciation at how good it felt to share this with Bellamy, especially after so long fighting it. He gave Bellamy a satisfied smile as he moved away, letting Bellamy guide him under the spray and letting him clean them off.

He chuckled when Bellamy told him he could turn the water off and dropped his head back to Bellamy's shoulder, turning his head so he was breathing against Bellamy's ear. "Best shower ever," he murmured, reaching out without looking to turn the water off while nibbling at Bellamy's ear. He didn't want this to be over, but it felt good to know it would happen again.

Eventually, he sighed and reluctantly pulled away, tugging Bellamy out of the shower with him. He turned to kiss Bellamy properly, then paused when he pulled back, catching sight of Bellamy's back in the mirror. The was a red mark where Jackson had bit him the night before, and Jackson's fingers touched it lightly now. "Oh God, I'm sorry, Bellamy. I didn't realize I bit you that hard," he said, giving Bellamy an apologetic look.

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