Radioactive Beans

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The feeling of Jackson over him, warmed Bellamy to his very soul. Not just physically, though there was that too. But he felt safe. Comforted. At ease. Jackson was in his many ways a piece of heaven in this world of hell for Bellamy, and his partner's presence never ceased to give him that serenity that was impossible to find elsewhere. Bellamy's hands roamed over Jackson's back, moving in a up and down sooth path. His words playing over in his mind. It was over. The separation was over.

While they knew it was possible that it could happen again . . . what mattered right now, was that it was not the case. That they could just enjoy being together. And Bellamy was never going to leave things that way, ever again. Bellamy moved his lips against Jacksons, returning the kiss and the powerful emotions that seeped out in it. His hands still moving over his body, enjoying the feeling of him, especially after not having touched Jackson for over a month. Not in this way.

"I never meant to leave," Bellamy breathed against him, wanting . . . no, needing him to know that. He never meant to leave him, and he hoped he would believe that. That what separated them, had not been out of Bellamy's desire or preference. He didn't want to get into the details of it now. "I never wanted to leave you." In any way. Not physically, not mentally, not emotionally. He was completely devoted to Jackson, and doubted he could ever love another the way he did him.

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Bellamy's hands on Jackson's back felt amazing, moving over him, soothing his soul. It had been way too long since they'd touched like this, between Bellamy being out of camp and Jackson having been sick. Jackson left one of his hands in Bellamy's hair, smoothing through it as his other hand slid down Bellamy's body.

The lean muscles running down Bellamy's side and up his chest felt too good under his fingertips, remembering every contour as if he'd had Bellamy's body memorized. The familiarity of it was more comforting than Jackson expected. "I know," Jackson whispered against Bellamy's lips in acknowledgment of his words. There were so many questions about what had happened, but right now Jackson just wanted to drink Bellamy in. "You're not hurt, are you?" he whispered, kissing along Bellamy's jaw. Bellamy didn't act like he was injured, but in the dark, Jackson could only take his word.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's hands running over Bellamy's body ellicited a quiet moan of contentment and toned pleasure from the younger male. He wanted Jackson to touch him wherever he could, his body craving -- aching -- for his lover's skillful hands, and so much more. Having been so physical with each other . . . to the extreme of not being able to at all for weeks, was finally taking it's toll on Bellamy. That, mixed in with the different and overwhelming emotions . . . well, everything was contributing to the intense need for his partner. Relief spread in him when Jackson confirmed that he knew. That he seemed to understand that Bellamy had not left him willingly.

He was briefly distracted by Jackson's next question, from the way his lips moved along his jaw. Closing his eyes, he forced an answer, knowing Jackson would want to be sure about this. So he shook his head a little before verbalizing a response. "No," he assured him. He tilted his head to the side and up a little, his own lips kissing along Jackson's cheeks, speaking against his skin.

"I guess there's no point in asking if you're feeling better?" He said almost as a tease. It had been a month. He was assuming Jackson was fully recovered. And he tried to refrain from verbalizing the guilt that plagued him, for not being there during the final stages of his recovery. As if that gave him a renewed need for him, Bellamy's lips sought out Jackson's once more, deeply kissing him with fervent passion his hands moving down his partner's sensational body, slipping them under his boxers to feel his ass, giving the firm body part a gentle squeeze.

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The sound of Bellamy moaning softly was like hearing music for the first time in a long while, but Jackson did his best to hold his desire at bay until Bellamy answered his question. And then Bellamy was kissing along his cheek, and Jackson let the pleasure start to overwhelm him. At Bellamy's question, he actually laughed softly, and the need of his body was mixed with joy. He hadn't laughed in too long. "It'll be obvious soon enough," he agreed. His cock was already starting to fill, though Bellamy's pants felt a little rough against his thin boxers.

Jackson moaned into Bellamy's kiss as his hands slid into the back of his boxers and squeezed. If he wasn't fully hard before, that did it. Jackson rocked his hips against Bellamy's, then shifted back, kissing down Bellamy's throat, sucking at his Adam's apple as his hands went to unfasten Bellamy's pants. "Someone wasn't thinking ahead," he murmured, nipping at Bellamy's skin.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Hearing Jackson's soft laughter was beautiful. A sound that Bellamy had missed so much; one that he feared he would never hear again. And yet, here it was. Furthering the perfection of the moment. Bellamy smiled in return to his words, fully succumbing to everyone that this, being with Jackson offered. Having not had it . . . made him want to never distance himself from it again. Not physically, nor emotionally -- as he had done shortly before he left for his mission. Jackson's moan encouraged Bellamy, the rocking of his hips causing the guardsman to sharply inhale at the sensation.

His pants were restricting his erection far too much, and he needed to feel Jackson. Fully feel him. His hands then started to pull down the fabric of his boxers. Bellamy then bent his feet up a little, using them to slide down Jackson's boxers until they were down his legs and off of him, letting the article of clothing fall to the ground. He became distracted again when Jackson started to suck his Adam's apple, groaning with sheer pleasure, which only made his vibrate.

His hand went to the back of Jackson's head, fingers weaving into his hear to press him against him, encourage him cause it felt so damn good. The feeling of his tongue and teeth against his skin just thickening his own arousal, breathing with heavy desire and enjoyment at his actions. Anticipation built within him when Jackson started to undo his pants, his tease causing a small chuckle to escape Bellamy.

"That's because someone wasn't thinking clearly. Too eager to kiss you." To hold him, without even thinking of the logistics of removing his clothing. But fortunately, Jackson was taking care of that. With one hand still on the back of his head, Bellamy's other hand fell to Jackson's cock, another groan leaving him as he felt his partner's fullness. His hand slowly started to stroke him, wanting to feel him, to build his arousal, rather with the intention of getting him off. "I need you," he breathed out, the need desire evident in his voice as he meant it in every sense of the word.

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The feeling of Bellamy groaning under his mouth drew another pleased noise out of Jackson as he enjoyed the feel of Bellamy's hands in his hair. The sound of Bellamy's laughter warmed Jackson through, though, and he couldn't help let out another breathy laugh of his own at Bellamy's response. Where they really laughing right now? After everything? It was almost too good to be true, and Jackson wanted too live in this moment forever. He lifted his head to kiss Bellamy hard again, responding to Bellamy's apparent eagerness to kiss.

He moaned softly against Bellamy's mouth when Bellamy started to stroke him softly, his own hands pushing Bellamy's pants open and shoving them down with his boxers. With the covers over them, it would be a pain to get Bellamy fully out of his pants, but this would work for now. "God, I need you too," he panted, desire and hunger clear in his voice. He spit in his hand and the started stroking Bellamy, getting him prepared. "I missed you so much. Love you so much," he murmured against Bellamy's mouth.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Feeling Jackson lower his pants, gave some relief to his arousal, though he of course needed more. It was just no longer constricted with the clothing. Bellamy used his foot to pull down the rest of his pants, working to get it off, to kick it off as best as he could. He became quickly distracted by Jackson's moist hand starting to stroke over him, slicking him, a non verbal indication of perhaps what he wanted and how he wanted it. Right now, Bellamy wanted to give in to his partner's every desire. His words adding on to his aching need. "Me too," he said in between heavy breaths.

A groan escaped him from the motions of Jackson's hand, coating him and stroking him . . . the wet sensation and touch making his back slightly arch. Bellamy's tongue ran over his lips, trying to maintain some semblance of composure though it was difficult. Considering they had not been together for quite some time. His hand met each of Jackson's strokes, over his partner's cock, before moving a bit slower.. "It's been too long," he said, almost as a tease though there was truth in his words as well. He kept his hand on the back of his head, kissing him deeply, meeting his partner's own hunger and fervent desire. "Tell me what you want," Bellamy encouraged, each stroke of his hand causing another groan from him. His actions was indication enough, but Bellamy wanted to hear Jackson say it. He wanted him to consume all his senses . . . even though he basically already was.

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The way Bellamy arched under Jackson made Jackson feel impossibly harder, knowing what he was doing to his partner. His boyfriend? They'd never labeled themselves, but suddenly boyfriends seemed too casual. It didn't matter right now, though, as Bellamy had managed to get out of his pants, which opened up more possibilities. "It has been too long," he agreed. "I was just going to sit on you, ride you, but now that you're unencumbered..." he murmured against Bellamy's lips, before kissing him hungrily again.

He trailed his mouth along Bellamy's jaw, kissing and licking his skin, enjoying Bellamy's taste and scent. "What do you want?" he breathed, turning the question around. He'd been the reason for their fight. He wanted to be what Bellamy wanted. And in this situation, he would enjoy any possibility Bellamy craved.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Jackson's answer to the question caused Bellamy to moan through the hungry kiss, his hand gripping his cock a little tighter, his lips pressing harder, and his hands firmly holding a handful of his locks. The thought of it made Bellamy harder, as did Jackson's tongue, working its way along his jawline. Bellamy titled his head to the side a bit to give him better access, closing his eyes as he basked in the glorious sensation of his touch. "So do it," he breathed, slowly opening his eyes and looking at him through heavy lids. Because like hell if Bellamy didn't want that as well.

"Don't change your plan," he further teased, his lips dragging along Jackson's cheek until they reached his ear, pressing them against it. "Because I want to watch you," he said directly in it, before sucking and nipping at his earlobe. Bellamy wanted to watch Jackson's face twist with pleasure and need; he wanted to see his beautiful partner work over him, and see the way his face transformed when both he and Bellamy came. "Please," he mumbled, nipping at the edge of his ear a little before soothing it over with his tongue.

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Bellamy's moans and words were making it hard for Jackson to focus on anything but the need inside his body. Bellamy's breath in his ear sending shivers through him that couldn't be ignored. He let out little noises of want as Bellamy nibbled on his ear, tilting his head for Bellamy's to reach it better even as his body demanded more action. "Want to watch you too," he panted. He wanted to really watch Bellamy. Reluctantly he pulled away a little from Bellamy, reaching for the table by the bed. "Watch your eyes," he warned, then flipped on the light, covering his own eyes for a moment before shifting back to kiss Bellamy.

He let his eyes adjust to the light as they kissed, slowly testing to see how much he could open them as he continued to stroke Bellamy. When he could open them again, he sat back, slicking Bellamy's cock again and then moving to sink down on top of him all at once. The sudden fullness of Bellamy inside him made him moan a little louder, dropping his head back as he started to roll his hips, making Bellamy shift inside him. "Feels so good," he moaned, looking back down at Bellamy with a wanton smile.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He wanted to watch him to; watch his eyes. Eyes that once had been robbed of life, only to be returned since being with Jackson. Eyes that had once filled with heartbreak and tears, only to find a new meaning for it to beat. Jackson had saved his life, not just as a doctor, but as a man. As a partner. As a lover. As so many things that left Bellamy knowing, he would not have survived the previous losses in his life, with the man he loved. Bellamy felt the loss of him, though for a good reason as he put on the light. He was now able to see Jackson better, soak in the man's beauty that radiated inside and out of him.

Bellamy swallowed, groaning when Jackson stroked him, before shifting on top of him . . . and sunk down. The feeling of being inside of him caused a louder groan of intense pleasure, as Bellamy sharply inhaled from the consuming sensation. Bellamy's hands went to Jackson's center, one gripping his cock to stroke it, the other massaging the sac of skin underneath.

The way Jackson rolled over him, allowing him to shift inside his warmth . . . caused Bellamy to arch his back a little, his eyes looking from where their bodies were now joined, to the movements of his hands, to lifting to Jackson's face. "Yes," he breathed, pushing his hips up to thrust deeper inside of him. "God, you feel amazing," he panted. It had been so long, and with everything that had happened since . . . everything was more heightened. Bellamy thrust up again, and again, grunts of desire and pleasure escaping him with each movement, as he continued to stroke Jackson and squeeze him in the palm of his other hand.

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The smile that had been on Jackson's face quickly slid off as it was replaced with pure pleasure and Bellamy's hand continued to stroke him, the other massaging his sac. Watching the way Bellamy arched under him only fueled his desire, seeing what he could do to his love's body. And then Bellamy started thrusting, and Jackson groaned with each push.

He stopped rolling his hips and started to work his thighs, lifting and lowering himself onto Bellamy at the pace Bellamy was setting. At this angle, every thrust felt so deep, like Bellamy was reaching his core. And maybe he was, their bodies only mirroring their hearts. He didn't know how long he could last. Five weeks seemed like a lifetime deprived of Bellamy. He leaned forward, bracing his hands against Bellamy's shoulders as he kept working himself over Bell. "Need you," he panted. "Always. Forever." Words that in this moment, he knew he meant with 100% certainty.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's gaze was intently fixated on his partner, watching him in each motion over him, the rise and fall, sinking over his cock so that he could delve deeper inside of him. Bellamy met each movement with his own continued upward thrusts, his hands remaining in sync with his stroking and massaging. His words only fueling the desire and pleasure of the moment, causing Bellamy to briefly close his eyes, not wanting to miss too much of watching Jackson. So he quickly reopened them, to respond.

"Forever," he moaned, his the hand on his sac sliding to Jackson's back for as high as he could reach from this angle, while his other hand kept stroking him. "I like the sound of that." Not the first time such a statement had been used. But he felt the need to reinforce his commitment to Jackson. That despite whatever had happened, he was not going anywhere.

Bellamy started to hasten the pace a little, more and more need driven for that release that he hadn't been able to experience for over a month. "I need you too," he said, an underlying tone of desperation in his voice. "Been too long," he breathed out, not even over thinking what was saying but rather, just letting the words thoughtlessly pour out in between each groan and sound of pleasure, as his thrusts became stronger and more purposeful.

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Jackson tried to smile at Bellamy's words, but the pleasure building inside him wouldn't let him keep the expression long. Bellamy's fingers trailed up his lower back, his hand still working over him as his thrusts got harder. Jackson let himself rest a little, letting Bellamy jostle him as thrust up, unable to stop the way each thrust drove a moan from his lips. "It's has been," Jackson panted. "Too long." He was getting close. So close, and his body was ready to explode with pleasure, with his release, and Bellamy's more vigorous movements meant he was getting closer too. But Jackson didn't want it to end.

He sat down on Bellamy suddenly, hard enough to force his hips to still, his hands reaching to stop Bellamy's movements on his cock. For a moment, all he could do was gasp, his body straining for the orgasm he'd just denied them both, but eventually he looked down at Bellamy. "Not yet," he breathed, leaning down to kiss Bellamy slowly, waitng for his body to regain enough control to move again without coming immediately. "You feel amazing. Want to feel amazing a little longer," he whispered against his lips, rocking his hips slowly again, now that he was breathing a bit easier.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Too long. He was right about that. Never again, did Bellamy want that much time to pass without showing Jackson how much he loved him. There may always be extenuating circumstances, but the emotional strain that their relationship had taken, fed into it. And Bellamy never wanted something like that to come between them again. Right now though, he was too engrossed in the moment. In the overwhelming pleasure that was consuming him as he worked them both to their release. He was enjoying the way his thrusts made Jackson move, and groan.

His eyes intently resting on his partner's face, soaking in the glorious sight. He felt himself throbbing inside of him, his actions becoming more hasty . . . when suddenly, he was forced to stop. Jackson had hindered his movements, sitting on top of him, and his hand on his cock halted. Bellamy let out a sound of discomfort and protest, though his actions didn't change. "You've got to be kidding me," he breathed out in playful annoyance, though that pain of not being given the release his body desperately required . . . was very real. The distraction of Jackson's lips on his own helped, and his words of wanting to prolong the amazing feeling as well . . . but the physical desire was impossible to ignore.

Jackson still managed to keep him on edge, rocking his hips over him, not enough to push him to his orgasm, but enough to prevent him from descending in his arousal. Jackson's kiss on his lips may have been slow, but Bellamy's was fill with fervent need, having been slowed in his other outlet for it. "How long are you gonna keep this up for?" He asked against his lips, the question a teasing one, his mind inevitably going back to when he had teased Jackson while having him cuffed to the bed.

Bellamy tried to meet his own movements, attempting to push his hips up to delve deeper into Jackson, to control the pace, but it was difficult in their current position. His free hand roamed down Jackson's back, squeezing his ass as if to urge him to move faster. "I need more," he breathed against him, somewhere in between a demand and plea. "I need more of you." He needed them both to reach their release, strained sounds of need involuntarily having escaped him from the slowed movements.