Happy Husbeands

[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy couldn't help that little thrill shoot through him when Jackson confirmed that the feeling was mutual. Even though they had been together, lived together, and now married . . . Bellamy would never take for granted the feeling of being desired. Loved. So many things that he may not deserve, but that Jackson caused him to leave. When Jackson asked how they were going to explain that, Bellamy couldn't help the small smirk that played on his features, one that grew into more amusement when Jackson suggested hanging it on the wall and calling it modern art. It was enough to make Bellamy laugh at the suggestion, at the idea of hanging out their sexed up table that they had created on their wedding night. Each kiss in between distracting Bellamy, as his hand continued to run through Jackson's hair, his other hand smoothing over the cheek of his ass, wanting to touch him anywhere and everywhere all at once.

After yet another kiss, Bellamy glanced at the dented table again before responding to Jackson's words. "I think we half assed it." A bit of a play on words . . . since it was mainly only one of their asses that made it dent like that. "Didn't know you could be so enthusiastic," Bellamy continued to tease, capturing his husbeand's lips again, his forehead rested against his when he eased out of it. He was stalling. He didn't want to go back just yet, but rather, enjoy the rest of the night with his husbeand, celebrating and enjoying all that it meant to be married. "If we don't go soon, I'm not going to let you leave for the rest of the night." A threat. A warning. Perhaps, a promise. He didn't even know. He just leaned forward to kiss along Jackson's jawline, still trying to come down from the euphoric high of their actions.

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Jackson actually snorted at Bellamy's 'half-assed it' remark, then covered his face with his hand. It was a terrible, terrible joke, but if there was ever a night for laughing at bad jokes, it was tonight. So after a moment, Jackson actually laughed, kissing Bellamy again. "Accurate," he said, grinning. His hands ran up and down Bellamy's back as they kissed, enjoying Bellamy's mouth and hands as well. If they didn't stop, they would never make it back to the reception, a thought Bellamy vocalized a minute later, threatening to keep him here.

Jackson chuckled again, but regretfully pulled away and looked for his underwear on the floor. "Trust me, after a few hours at the reception, I'll be hungry for more. I'll show you enthusiasm." he teased.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy loved the sound of Jackson's laughter. It was melodic and his heart swelled with pride and prompting the reaction from his husbeand. A few more touches and kisses, and Jackson started to search the ground for their clothing. Bellamy felt the immediate loss of his contact, the warmth of his body against his, the taste of his lips on his own.

But alas, he knew they had to get back out there. Bellamy smirked at his husbeand's words, as he too started to collect his clothing, pulling on his underwear and then reaching for his pants. "I'm going to hold you to that," Bellamy warned playfully. "So don't crash on me early. Save some of your energy for tonight," Bellamy further teased. The ceremony and reception was only part of the celebration. The night, when they were alone, was a whole other part of it.

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Jackson made an amused sound at Bellamy's words as he dressed, tugging on his clothes and trying to smooth them out from the way they'd been tossed carelessly on the floor. "Somehow I think your dance card is going to be fuller than mine," he said, his tone teasing, though it was true. Bellamy had bonded with most of their guests on a far deeper level than Jackson could have ever hoped to. He was flattered they'd all come together to celebrate the wedding, but Jackson doubted it would be him anyone was clamoring to dance with. "So I should be telling you to conserve some energy."

Once he was dressed, he considered going to check his reflection in the bathroom mirror, but he settled for walking over to Bellamy. "You're kind of a mess," he said softly, every ounce of affection in the words as he started to smooth Bellamy's hair down for him where Jackson's hands had pushed some of his curls to stick out at odd angles. He couldn't resist a small kiss as he did this, but pulled back to look at Bellamy's hair again, his hands working gently in it. "Fix me too?"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy knew that the ones he may primarily be dancing with, were those on the dropship that he had landed on Earth with. Though he still was unsure as to how many people would actually want to . . . and yet, their presence at the wedding was rather telling in itself. Even Octavia had attended. Pushing these thoughts out of his mind, he instead focused on his husbeand. "Don't worry about me," Bellamy began to say when Jackson spoke of how he should be the one conserving energy. "I have enough stamina for the both of us. I'm more worried about tiring you out." He was of course teasing him, a playful challenge in his words of whether he could keep him. Bellamy had never teased nor even playfully boasted about his own sexual energy, but with Jackson, it was so easy to fall into this playful mood.

And Bellamy relished in that. In their relationship, that was so different than any other. So wonderful. Once Bellamy was dressed, Jackson walked over him, telling him he was a mess as his hand started to smooth over what Bellamy imagined were his disheveled curls. He closed his eyes for a moment, knowing that he was doing this to fix him up, but couldn't help basking in the soothing sensation of his fingers running through his hair. The light kiss on his lips adding to it. Bellamy slowly opened his eyes as Jackson asked for the same in return.

Bellamy didn't hesitate for a second. His hand went to husbeand's hair, fingers running through to comb through the locks and help them settle. Bellamy leaned forward, his lips touching Jackson's cheek, trailing along it while his hand continued to serve as a comb. "Don't think I told you how beautiful you look tonight," he praised in a low voice, a kiss between each sentence. "Even with your clothes on," he teased again, his mouth making its way to the side of Jackson's neck. He knew this wasn't a good idea, that they were trying to get back out there . . . but Bellamy wanted to appreciate what he could in the last few stolen moments he had with his husbeand, before they had to go to the ceremony.

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"Don't you worry about me either," Jackson said, his tone teasing as well. "I intend to test every weight bearing surface in our apartment tonight." Our apartment. They'd been living together for a while now, but somehow being husbeands now made that sound so much warmer, their lighter than usual moods making everything better.

Jackson closed his eyes as Bellamy started to fix his hair, enjoying he sort of gentle care Bellamy gave him, not for the first time, but it was amplified now. What felt like was probably a ridiculous smile broke across Jackson's face as Bellamy called him beautiful, and he couldn't help but tilt his head into the touch of Bellamy's lips. enjoying the touch. He huffed softly when Bellamy added the comment about his clothes being on. "So are you. You're always beautiful," he breathed, tilting his chin up when Bellamy reached his lips. "Never going to get out of here if we keep doing this," he murmured, but he made no move to pull away, his fingers playing in the curls at the nape of Bellamy's neck.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at Jackson's words of testing every weight bearing surface in their apartment. The mere suggestion caused a thrill to shoot through Bellamy, anticipation consuming him. It was making it all the harder to leave, knowing what would occur if they stayed. "Now that sounds promising," he said with a smile, rather looking forward to it. Wishing they could remain here. Jackson's next words, calling him beautiful made Bellamy's heart swell with emotion.

He had never felt beautiful, perhaps never would but Jackson . . . his husbeand, was the only one capble of making him feel remotely as such. For so long, Bellamy only saw himself as a monster. Knowing that was how others perceived him; validated by their actions. But not Jackson. The man had taken the time to learn Bellamy beyond that. On a deeper level that no one else had and Bellamy would remain eternally grateful to his husbeand for that.

He could only respond to the words with a soft kiss, deepening it to allow the emotion to pour into it. "Well then stop being so damn irresistible," he playfully accused . . . rather honest in his words of not being able to resist Jackson. With another kiss, Bellamy slowly pulled back, forcing his feet to take a step back as well so that he wouldn't just start taking off Jackson's clothes again. "Guess we shouldn't keep everyone waiting too much longer." They would be expecting them soon. "Besides, the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back," he decided, offering his hand for his husbeand to take.

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Jackson chuckled as Bellamy told him to stop being irresistible. To think anyone in the world would find Jackson irresistible was amazing, and yet Bellamy proved he felt that way over and over, and could for their rest of their lives. Jackson let out a noise of disappointment when Bellamy pulled away, though he knew it was for the better. They would wind up in bed again soon if they didn't leave now.

Jackson took Bellamy's hand, grinning. "Valid point," he said, giving Bellamy's hand a small tug as he moved them toward the door. When they got outside, into the perfect night air on the way to the reception, Jackson was incredibly aware of the feeling of the metal band on his ring finger against Bellamy's hand, and he almost wanted to cry again, like he almost had at the ceremony.

"How did you get us rings?" he finally asked, his appreciation and wonder clear in his voice and he squeezed Bellamy's hand a little tighter.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy couldn't stop smiling as they exited their apartment, hands in each others and they slowly made their way to the ceremony. Though Bellamy was in no rush. He knew it would be a few more hours until they could have a few more stolen moments alone together. When Jackson asked about the rings, Bellamy couldn't help but glance down at the metal band around Jackson's finger. Seeing it filled Bellamy's heart with warmth. Seeing the sign of their union. Of their love. Just as he wore his own ring proudly. "I found the material for it," he began. He had searched for the perfect metal.

Gone through all sorts of scraps and different assortments. "And got Wick's help to shape it." Since he was an engineer. It had also been what prompted him to tell Wick about the fact that he was getting married. And what led the male to want to throw a Bachelor party. "I wanted something to symbolize our marriage," Bellamy continued, looking softly at his husbeand. "Something I can wear with pride and honor," he added on, bringing up Jackson's hand so that he could kiss the back of it.

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Jackson wished that this day could last forever, and after Bellamy kissed the back of his hand, Jackson tugged his hand over and kissed his too, then leaned close for a brief kiss to Bellamy's lips. If there was anyone around camp to witness this, Jackson was oblivious. He didn't care who saw how happy they were. "They're perfect. I love them," he murmured, kissing Bellamy again before pulling away, as it was hard to kiss and walk side by side at the same time. "The honor is all mine."

Jackson sucked in a deep breath of the cool night air, taking n as much as he could of the night. He almost wished he was able to record everything, or better yet, that he had a photographic memory. "Here I thought taking each other's names would be all we could do." He smiled affectionately at his husbeand. "Thank you."

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[Bellamy Blake]

With each kiss from Jackson, came the burning desire to just turn around and return to their apartment. To be alone with his husbeand, and start exploring the feeling of marriage. The union of it. But he knew that once they went back, he wouldn't want to leave again until they had to. It had been hard enough to get out of there and head toward the reception. Bellamy smiled, his eyes closing with each embrace, opening once their lips were parted from each others. His words sending a warmth through Bellamy's heart, body, and soul. Jackson had reminded Bellamy some time ago what it was to feel alive. And that feeling had never once gone away since the moment they started their relationship. To hear that it was an honor to marry him . . . well, Bellamy loved Jackson for it.

Even if he didn't agree. Bellamy was truly the one who was lucky here; blessed. Privileged in a way that those from Alpha station could never compare to. The smile remained on Bellamy's lips as Jackson spoke of how taking each others names was all he thought they could do. "What can I say. Being traditional has its benefits," Bellamy joked. His family was anything but traditional. But he only planned to get married once . . . and wanted to make it count. "Though I did miss out on carrying you into our apartment," he further teased with a playful smile. "Guess there's still time for that later." Another joke, as he gave a slight wink to Jackson.

Bellamy's gaze dropping to the ring again, feeling like the smile on his lips would never waver. "You don't have to thank me," he assured him. "I love seeing it," he admitted, his eyes resting on his husbeand's once more. Knowing they were close, he took the opportunity to pull Jackson toward him where there hands were joined, and kissed his lips before just casually resting his forehead against his spouse's, his hand not holding Jackson's, resting against his husbeand's cheek. "I love you." Words he felt he could never say enough.

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Jackson couldn't help but laugh when Bellamy said he still had time to carry him over the threshold of their apartment. It certainly wasn't anything Jackson had ever imagined might happen, but he hadn't expected any of this at all. Ever. And this night felt so amazing that Jackson never wanted it to end, even if he couldn't wait to get through the reception to spend more alone time with his husbeand.

"I do need to thank you. And I want to thank you. It means so much to me." He let Bellamy pull him close for another kiss, this time stopping walking. His hand not holding Bellamy's slid around his waist and pulled him closer as they kissed, letting their foreheads touch when they pulled apart. It was so hard not to just drag Bellamy back to their rooms. "I love you too. So much." He paused for a moment and sighed, looking toward the hangar without drawing away from Bellamy. "Let's go show the world."

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