Don't Blake My Heart

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy felt the softness of his touch, kissing away the tears, which prompted him to close his eyes and just bask in the sensation. He smiled, looking at his partner once more as Jackson said that he could say that all night. "Me too," Bellamy agreed. "And I could hear it all night," he added on with a continued soft smile. Saying it felt incredible; just like hearing it did. He leaned forward for another his, wrapped his other arm around Jackson as he started guiding him to the bed, asking him if he rested. "Yes," he answered truthfully.

 "Wasn't the same without you though." He had gotten too used to sleeping next to Jackson, his mere presence an instant comfort. Bellamy kissed him again, letting the embrace linger, reflecting the true extent of his words regarding the noticed absence of Jackson, and how much he missed him. "Did you?" Bellamy returned the question. He looked exhausted today and wondered if he had rested enough last night. Him spending the night with him another assurance for Bellamy's mind . . . knowing that Jackson was getting adequate rest.

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Jackson was relieved to hear Bellamy return the sentiment, that those words would never get old, and was equally pleased Bellamy said he'd rested the night before. but it wasn't the same without Jackson. Jackson kissed him again for that. It was amazing that they'd gotten so comfortable with each other sharing a bed that the absence of one of them affected the other so much.

Jackson's lips pulled to th side when Bellamy asked if he'd rested. "Not much," he admitted. He reluctantly pulled away from Bellamy to get out of his shoes so he could undress to get in bed. "I missed you. And I couldn't stop thinking about what happened."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened as Jackson spoke of how he didn't get much rest, saying that he missed him and . . . unable to stop thinking about what happened. He felt guilty for that, but also was determined to ensure it didn't happen again. He knew apologizing again would be futile, and that his words would need to be proven with actions. "I missed you too," he returned, wanting him to know that the feeling was mutual. He sat on the edge of the bed, starting to take off his shoes as well to get more comfortable, various thoughts rushing through his mind.

The thought of losing Jackson, the fact that they said I love you, the restlessness that they suffered when they weren't in each other's company . . . "Do we really need two rooms?" The question came out without too much thought, and Bellamy didn't take it back. He didn't feel regret. He slowly turned to look at Jackson, wondering what he was thinking, and how he would react to Bellamy's question that held a very clear suggestion of living together.

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Jackson was just tugging his shirt off over his head when Bellamy asked if they needed two rooms. He paused briefly. If they shared a room, they couldn't avoid one another if they argued again, but that was probably a good thing. And they'd spent every night together since their night in the cave, and the first time they hadn't, they'd both missed each other. Jackson smiled and looked over at Bellamy. "No," he said simply, starting to fold his shirt so he could put it away. "Should I be worried you asked me that after suffering head trauma, though?" he teased.

When he walked back over to the bed, Bellamy was still sitting there, and Jackson climbed into his lap, straddling him. He cupped Bellamy's face in his hands, kissing him tenderly, and smiling warmly at him when he pulled back. "Your place or mine?" he asked, wondering were Bellamy wanted to consolidate their lives. Jackson's place was a little bigger, but Jackson didn't mind sizing down if Bellamy preferred his place.

This, of course, would make it pretty publicly official. They'd have to notify the council, so that which ever space was freed up could be reassigned if needed. And people would start noticing even more than they probably already did. But Jackson didn't care. He was in love. They were in love. And maybe this was fast, but life was often too short on Earth.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy hadn't realized how nervous he was feeling while awaiting Jackson's reply, though he showed no sign of it. He noticed the way Jackson paused in his undressing, before nonchalantly responding. No. It was as simple as that. And Bellamy felt his heart swell with emotion once more; a burst of joy erupting within him as he smiled at his lover. His own questioned turned his smile into one of amusement. "No," he answered in the same tone Jackson had used, almost teasingly.

"Cause the question's coming from my heart, not my head." He knew technicalities but he wanted Jackson to know that this wasn't a fleeting thought spoken in pasing without consideration. He wanted this. He wanted him. He wanted Jackson to be the first person he saw when he woke up and the last person he saw when he went to bed. Every single night. When he moved closer to Bellamy, his hands went to Jackson's waist, lips pressing against his partner's. One of Bellamy's hands skimmed up Jackson's now bare back, while the other slid up his thigh. When he eased out of the embrace, Bellamy slowly opened his eyes to look at him. "Yours," he answered. Not only because it was bigger but because Bellamy wanted this to mark a new beginning for them.

Bellamy and Gena had unofficially lived together, in the sense that they spent most nights at his place. After she died, it felt less like a home. Jackson's presence changed that . . . but he wanted to have this with him. Something that was just theirs, without tainted memories. He leaned forward to kiss him again, unable to stop now that they had both admitted their love for each other as well as decide to move in together. "This is a new beginning for us," he spoke against his lips. A new kind of beginning; a beginning where they fully admitted their love and their want to always be together. "Our forever." A word that Jackson had once used, that Bellamy felt the need to repeat now.

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Jackson almost chuckled at Bellamy's response to his first question, but his smile just widened. When Bellamy's hand slid up his back, the other hand moving over his thigh, Jackson took comfort in the intimacy that he'd denied himself so long. He only nodded his agreement to move Bellamy into his place, and lost himself again when Bellamy kissed him again. How was it possible to feel so good in this world?

When Bellamy spoke again, somehow even more happiness flooded Jackson. This is a new beginning for us. Our forever. Jackson felt his eyes go glassy. "Our forever," he agreed, his fingers gently stroking Bellamy's hair, staying far away from from Bellamy's injury. "I like how that sounds." He kissed Bellamy again, then pulled away with a smile. "I didn't know it was possible to be this happy," he added, grinning, as he started too tug Bellamy's shirt off, careful of his head.

When it was off, Jackson put it on the nightstand to fold later and kissed Bellamy again, running his fingers down Bellamy's chest. "Tomorrow you can get your things together," he said against Bellamy's lips. "And I'll help you move them over after work." It was something to occupy Bellamy. Something not particularly strenuous to keep Bell busy while he was out of work. At least for a day.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy couldn't stop smiling. For an expression that he never thought he would show again, Jackson sure as hell made it impossible to stop expressing it. And he had no complaints about that. His words fit his mindset. "Me neither," he agreed, wholeheartedly. Feeling him move to take off his shirt, Bellamy helped him, not missing the gentle way he did it, mindful of his injury. When it was set aside, Jackson's hand started to move down his chest, the warmth of his touch so deeply craved by the guardsman even in the absence of one day.

One day had felt like a lifetime worth of deprivation. He kissed Jackson again, his hand sliding up his back to weave into his hair, while his other still gliding up along his cloth thigh, caressing it. "That sounds good," he agreed, moaning as he kissed him again. "More than good," he added on, in between each kiss. "It sounds perfect." Bellamy didn't have a lot of things, but it would be enough of a shift to keep him busy. Besides, he'd have to inform Kane as well.

Not wanting to think of those technicalities right now, Bellamy's lips moved from Jackson's, down his neck as he started to kiss along his partner's bare shoulder. "You know, I really did get enough rest last night," he said in a low voice between each kiss along Jackson's skin. His other hand moved back down his back to his behind, slipping a couple of fingers into his pants. Clear suggestion in his voice, for he had not forgotten Jackson's list of things he couldn't do . . . Bellamy just didn't care to follow them. Well, not all of them.

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Jackson was pleased that Bellamy agreed to pack up and move tomorrow. Why waste time? And it would occupy Bellamy's free time in a way that wouldn't leave him strained. But Jackson was slowly starting to realize Bellamy seemed intent to break the no sex rule, as Bellamy started to kiss down his neck and shoulder. Jackson had been enjoying how they were touching before without getting himself worked up, but Bellamy hadn't had the same restraint, apparently. Bellamy's words only confirmed what he was trying to do.

"Seven to ten days," Jackson reminded him, but a flicker of arousal went through him when Bellamy's fingers went into the back of his pants. Jackson let out a shuddery breath, leaving his hands where they were to not work Bellamy up anymore. The way Bellamy's mouth moved over him and the way he was being touched did feel good, though. Especially after the scare Bellamy had given him yesterday, and after the words they exchanged and decisions they'd made today, he wanted to experience all of Bellamy again.

The responsible thing to do would be to get out of Bellamy's lap, but Jackson couldn't quite do it.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at Jackson's reminder. Bellamy hadn't forgot about it. He just chose to ignore it. Neglect it. He felt well enough to function, he was well enough for this. "Are you reminding me, or yourself?" Bellamy teased him between each kiss. His fingers that had slipped into his pants, skimmed along the rim of them, until he reached the front. "After a fight, shouldn't couples make up?" His voice holding that suggestive tone of how exactly they could make up. This had been his and Jackson's first fight . . . which had resulted in exchanging I Love Yous and deciding to move in together.

But Bellamy was just teasing to another thought of what happened after a fight, to help make up. His other hand started to unfasten Jackson's pants, without pulling them down or even freeing him. Instead, Bellamy just slipped that same wandering hand into his underwear, and skimming over Jackson's length. Bellamy's lips went to press against Jackson's ear, curved into a smile. His fingers still teasing him, without fully stroking him. Just enough to see -- and feel -- how he would react. "Or do you still want to wait seven to ten days?" He whispered against his ear, with the same playful tone.

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Jackson's body was starting to respond, even as he refused to really touch Bellamy back or answer his questions, his cock becoming interested in Bellamy's actions without his permission. This was so irresponsible, but when Bellamy's hand slid into his pants, he let out another shuddery breath as his cock came to full attention at Bellamy's teasing touch.

"I'm not fucking you tonight," he finally said, turning his head to kiss Bellamy, desire evident in the kiss as he pushed Bellamy back onto his back, he hands starting to move over his skin. They could have sex--make love, Jackson thought, even if 'make love' always seemed such a silly expression--but Jackson wasn't about to jostle Bellamy around.

He kissed along Bellamy's jaw to his ear, where he whispered, "I love you," before nibbling Bellamy's earlobe.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's words would have made Bellamy smile with amusement, had he not been distracted by the kiss, deepening it, breathing into it. It always felt incredible to kiss Jackson, but with all these recent revelations and decisions . . . it somehow felt even more amazing. Bellamy knew that his body was contradicting his words and derived too much enjoyment from that. "Does that mean you want me to be on top?" He asked him jokingly, in response to Jackson's initial adamant statement. Bellamy fell onto the bed, his partner's hands roaming over him adding to the sensation and building desire for him.

Hands that had the power to heal . . . not just physically, but heal a person's heart and soul. Bellamy closed his eyes when Jackson spoke in his ear, words that always sent a flood of joy over every fiber of his being. The words met with touches of his lips, continuing those waves. Bellamy tilted his head, lips pressed against the side of Jackson's head. "I love you too." How could he hear them and not respond in kind? He felt it, and he wanted to make sure Jackson knew it.

Bellamy's hand roamed over Jackson's back pressing him against him as Bellamy's lips gently nipped his lover's cheek where he could reach. His hand that had been on his cock, stared to push down Jackson's pants, taking him more firmly into his hand as he started to stroke him, moaning against skin. "God, I missed you." Even after one day. Even if they weren't going to do anything physical. His words came out as a breathless admittance, that he never wanted to spend a night apart from Jackson again.

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Jackson chuckled at Bellamy's question and shook his head. It was bad enough he was going to sleep with Bellamy the day after getting a concussion; he couldn't let Bellamy have control of the pacing. And then Bellamy was returning his words of love, and Jackson wondered if it would ever be possible to hear Bellamy say them to him without his chest threatening to burst out of joy.

Jackson made an amused sound when Bellamy nipped at his cheek, turning his head to kiss Bellamy as one of his hands slid into Bellamy's hair. "I missed you too. So much," he murmured, then he groaned as Bellamy gripped him and started to stroke, his hit jerking forward just a little. "Ohh," he panted. "Never has to happen again." He knew that was wasn't true. He knew there would be nights where their jobs kept them apart. But he didn't want to think of that right now.

Wanting to touch Bellamy, but unable because of the way he was straddling him, Jackson slid back off the bed to his feet, but stayed leaning over Bellamy, kissing his neck and chest as he moved his hands to start pulling open Bellamy's pants to get them off. "This is our home now," he murmured, glancing up at Bellamy's face with a smile as he pulled Bellamy's pants and boxers down off his hip.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Hearing Jackson say that he missed Bellamy was . . . well, indescribable. The emotions that it elicited within the guardsman were ones he could not define. TO be missed. To be longed for. To be desired. To be loved. How had he become so damn lucky? So damn blessed to have Jackson in his life, in this way. "I like the sound of that," he breathed, upon hearing Jackson's assurance that it never had to happen again. He too knew that their jobs may separate them, but right now . . . he was only thinking of right now. Of how they didn't have to be apart for a moment longer than needed. He felt the immediate loss of him when he slid off the bed, but it was for a very good reason.

Bellamy sat up a little, using his elbows to prop himself up as he watched Jackson. Whether the man meant to be sensual or not, Bellamy couldn't help but find him so as he started to pull Bellamy's pants and underwear off. He bit his lip a little, watching his lover divest him of his clothing. "Take yours off too while you're at it," he told him, knowing he'd only pushed it as far down as he could reach from that angle.

Their home. The words, ixed with his lips having been on his neck and chest . . . this was all too much. "You know what they say: home is where the heart is." And his belonged to Jackson. Needing to physically express that, he pulled Jackson back over him, kissing him hungrily, not fully shed of their clothes as Bellamy shifted himself a little, rubbing his hardening cock against Jackson's while deepening the kiss to drink in his addictive taste.

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Jackson chuckled a little into the kiss. How could he undress himself, or Bellamy for that matter, if Bellamy was pulling him back down for another kiss. But the amusement quickly faded into desire as Bellamy rocked his hips so that their erections rubbed together. He groaned, rocking his hips against Bellamy as well. Everything felt so good. So perfect. He was being wildly irresponsible right now, but it felt impossible to deny Bellamy almost anything.

"My heart," he breathed, kissing down Bellamy's neck to his chest again as he eased off the bed again. "Is right here," he said, planting a lingering kiss to the center of Bellamy's chest before pulling back completely to finish undressing them.

He urged Bellamy to move back on the bed so his feet were no longer on the floor, and climbed back on top of him. He rolled his hips, pressing their cocks together again and kissed Bellamy's neck just under his ear. "Promise me you'll tell me if you start feeling dizzy or anything seems out of the ordinary," he murmured, settling between Bellamy's legs.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched Jackson as he placed a kiss on his chest, speaking of how his heart was right here. The words, the sentiment of them, made his heart swell with emotion. All the words of love and affection they had exchanged today made him feel like he was bursting with a joy that was so unfamiliar. He watched Jackson finish undressing them both, sliding back on the bed so that they were comfortably on it.

When Jackson moved back onto Bellamy, he wrapped his arms around his partner, groaning with pleasure as their cocks rubbed against each other, thickening his arousal . . . the kisses on his skin adding to everything. It took a moment for his words to process in Bellamy's mind. "I promise," he breathed against his ear, sucking his earlobe.

While he meant the words, he was too consumed with need to overly consider them. "I want you," he stated, moving his head back to capture Jackson's lips with his own in a fervent kiss. One hand skimmed over Jackson's ass, his finger trailing along the crease of his opening, deepening the kiss to non verbally demonstrate how much he wanted him. "Right now you're just making my head spin with need," he teased, speaking against Jackson's lips before kissing him again, a feeling he would never grow tired of.