For All Beanternity

[Deleted]

Jackson only chuckled as Bellamy called him old man and playfully teased him about having no idea how he'd keep up in this marriage, his hand moving to keep it against Bellamy's skin as long as he could before Bellamy moved away. He watched his husbeand cross the room, obviously in pain and practically limping. It would be worse in the morning, he knew, and as the haze of orgasmic bliss faded, Jackson felt slightly guilty. Though Bellamy's tease about doing a number on him didn't sound the least bothered. "You did ask for it," he murmured, still feeling heavy and relaxed as Bellamy walked back to the bed.

He reached a hand out to smooth it over Bellamy's back as he sat, wanting to offer some comfort, and reached for the glass Bellamy offered with his other hand... only to have the water dumped on him. He jumped painfully in surprise and gasped, suddenly feeling less drowsy as he wiped his hand over his face. "You... asshole," he accused, though the water felt nice against his heated skin, and he brushed some of it down his chest for relief.

After a moment, he rolled toward Bellamy, groaning as his body protested, and pressed his forehead to Bellamy's hip. "Why did I marry such an asshole?" he muttered a tease. He reached his arm toward the cup on the nightstand, ignoring how it burned in protest. They honestly should be up and stretching to minimize tomorrow's pain, but... Jackson couldn't make himself do it. "Help an old man out, asshole," he added, his sudden smirk of amusement clear in his voice.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle in amusement at Jackson's reaction to the water, his body jolted into alertness, the amusing sight making the younger male laugh. "Hurts, doesn't it?" He asked rhetorically, clear playfulness in his voice, referring to having to move after everything that they had done. He smiled down at his husbeand as he rolled towards him, asking why he married such an asshole. "Having second thoughts already?" He asked teasingly, knowing that it was all in jest. His hand slowly moved to Jackson's hair, running his fingers through his now wet curls, the movement of his arm slightly pained though.

"Too bad we already consummated the marriage," he added on jokingly though . . . his words held obvious truth. A reference to how they had spent the last little while. Bellamy watched him with a continued smug grin as he reached for the cup, in obvious pain and well, Bellamy knew exactly what that felt like. "If you're living up to your role as an old man, then I should live up to mine as an asshole," he told him, making no movement to help, but rather, just humorously watched Jackson engage in the same painful movement as Bellamy had when he crossed the room. A little playful revenge. In fact, Bellamy leaned toward the pitcher to fill his own cup again, bringing it to his lips as he gave a slight wink to his old man husbeand.

[Deleted]

Jackson ignored Most of Bellamy's teasing with a grin until Bellamy mentioned their consummating the marriage. "Oh God, we did, didn't we?" he said, his tone playfully regretful. Bellamy's hand felt nice in his hair, but he turned his gaze up to look at Bellamy when he felt him shift to get more water. When Bellamy brought the cup to his own lips with a wink, Jackson narrowed his eyes, fighting the urge to slap the cup out of Bellamy's hand and across the room. It would take too much effort and hurt... and probably make Bellamy more defiant right now.

He dropped his outstretched hand so that it rested across Bellamy's lap and sighed. "I can't turn back time, but you're capable of not being an asshole," he muttered, kissing Bellamy's hip. "Should've got a prenup."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't help the amused smile on his face; one that covered his entire expression. "We did," he acknowledged. "More than once." And it had been amazing. Clearly, considering the aftermath of it. Bellamy couldn't deny the enjoyment of having his husbeand's arm so casually rested over his lap, his lips touching his bare hip, the warmth of his spouse coursing through him, just like it always did. Bellamy continued to look down to him, having only take a sip of the water as Jackson spoke of how he was capable of not being an asshole . . . and how he should have gotten a prenup.

"Yeah you should have," the younger male playfully agreed. "You know what they say, people change after marriage. Maybe I was always an asshole and its just coming out more now that we're married." He idea of it creating a glint of mischievousness to Bellamy's face as he watched his husbeand, eventually taking sympathy on him. Or well, enough to prompt his next actions. He lowered the cup to Jackson's lips, starting to slowly tilt it into his mouth. "You are so damn spoiled," Bellamy teased him, not meaning it of course. Truth be told, he quite enjoyed pampering his husbeand.

[Deleted]

"God, that didn't take long," Jackson teased back, at the idea that Bellamy's asshole side was coming out now that they were married. "How long did the good times last? A couple hours?" he teased further, kissing Bellamy's hip again. "Mmm," he hummed appreciatively when Bellamy finally moved the cup to his lips. He groaned and pushed himself up just enough to make it easier to drink without spilling, wrapping his own hand around the cup and tilting it up as he drank, making an amused noise at Bellamy's comment about him being spoiled.

He tilted the cup all the way up until he drained it, making a sound of relief as it soothed some of the ache of his throat, then he looked up at Bellamy. "You love it," he murmured, giving his husbeand an affectionate look. He was pretty sure it was true. From their first official date under the glowing butterflies to Bellamy's surprise at their wedding, Bellamy always spoiled him, even just being him. "And if I ever get too spoiled, I trust you to dump water in my face to balance it out," he added, grinning and pushing the cup back toward the pitcher, indicating he wanted more.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy continued to smirk at Jackson's comment about how long it lasted; a mere couple of hours. "Hope you enjoyed the good times while they lasted," he joked. The teasing banter was found with so much ease . . . but then, nothing between them had ever felt strained. Since the moment they decided to be together, it felt incredibly natural. It felt so very . . . right. Bellamy smiled at the feeling of Jackson's lips kissing his hip, closing his eyes briefly before aiding him in downing the water, though he was forced to adjust his position for the beverage to go down more smoothly. "Do I?" He returned, soaking in Jackson's affectionate look.

"I think you're getting too used to being spoiled. I should probably ease up on that." He loved making Jackson smile; he loved doting on him, and being able to treat him, surprise him . . . give him anything and everything he could, because he deserved it. When he motioned for more water, Bellamy reached over for the pitcher, his features briefly twisting in a cringe at the movement as he lifted it and brought it forward. "Just a cup? Maybe you deserve the whole pitcher," Bellamy teased him, tilting it down but only letting a few drops fall on Jackson's face before he levelled it once more, and the poured it into the cup to fill it. Once done, he set the pitcher back down and leaned against the headboard, or well, the wall that served as one.

[Deleted]

Jackson flinched, closing his eyes just in time to avoid potentially getting water splashed in them as Bellamy tilted the pitcher over his face. He chuckled softly as he brushed the wetness from his face, "Jerk," he said quietly, amused, as watched Bellamy pour another cup of water. He didn't miss the wince when Bellamy picked up the pitcher, and thought he should get Bellamy back in bed with him soon. "If it wouldn't leave us with a wet bed, I'd tell you to pour half of that in my mouth and the rest down my body," he joked, though a cool shower did sound nice.

He drank half the cup Bellamy poured, then held the rest up toward Bellamy's lips, wincing at the ache in his arm. "You should hydrate too," he said. "If nothing else, I'll feel better if you do," he said, a tease, but also a small admittance that he did feel a little guilty for the pain Bellamy was in.

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy let out another chuckle when Jackson called him a jerk. "Now is that a downgrade or upgrade from being an asshole?" He asked jokingly, watching his husbeand wipe away the water before drinking the rest of the contents in the cup. The thought of pouring the water over Jackson's body though . . . did produce a rather enticing mental image. "You trying to hint at getting some sort of sponge bath?" Bellamy teased, his voice holding a kidding tone. Though, the thought of showering sounded pretty damn good . . . if it didn't involve so much movement.

The exhaustion and pain of moving around too much trumping the desire for the refreshing liquid. He took the offered cup from Jackson, noticing the way that he too was cringing from the pain, as his spouse explained the need to hydrate. That he would feel better if he did. Bellamy couldn't help but smile at that; the two of them often more willing to take of themselves for the other's sake, rather than for their own.

 So he took the cup from Jackson's hand and drank what was left in it, refilling it just in case he would want more. "Now you start to get sympathetic," Bellamy teased him, leaning down for a kiss on the lips, though the action strained him, especially his neck and shoulder where he already knew there was a mark. Though, it was worth it to kiss his husbeand. Bellamy slid down onto the bed until he had his back against the surface once more. "Any other medical advice to get through tomorrow?" Bellamy asked him, only half kidding.

[Deleted]

Jackson only laughed as Bellamy joked about whether jerk was an upgrade or a downgrade, but he hummed a pleased noise at the suggestion of a sponge bath. "I do love bathing with you," he said, smiling. Though usually when they bathed together... things happened that neither of them were probably up for right now. So he just watched as Bellamy drank the cup of water, glad for it, whether Bellamy did it for Jackson or for himself.

Jackson hummed into the kiss, his fingers moving to Bellamy's hair. "I was sympathetic way before now, but then you dumped water in my face," he joked when the kiss broke, letting Bellamy settle against the bed. He ignored how it ached to move, and wrapped his arm over Bellamy's chest, resting his head against Bellamy's shoulders. "We should move around and stretch right now to help keep our muscles from getting to stiff tomorrow, but..." He trailed off a moment. Sore, exhausted, probably going to regret this tomorrow... it didn't matter. This day, this night, had been everything he ever wanted. He tilted his head back to look at Bellamy warmly. "I'm where I want to be right now."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

The thought of bathing together was indeed always an enticing one. Right now however, neither of them were capable of doing anything. Apart from just lying here. "Maybe tomorrow," Bellamy playfully suggested, when it came to the idea of bathing. One that Bellamy could never reject . . . but currently, he doubted he had the ability to do anything. Bellamy smiled with an amused grin when Jackson expressed that he had been sympathetic prior to dumping the cup of water on his face. "That was me getting back at you for making me move," he chuckled.

"Besides, looks like you could have used something to help refresh you," he further teased. When Jackson moved to settle against him, Bellamy fought through the inevitable pain that came with shifting his arm, wrapping it around Jackson from behind, his hand casually resting against Jackson's upper arm as the older male spoke of what they should be doing. That, didn't seem likely. Bellamy nearly groaned at the mere thought of moving around that much. He couldn't even cross the room. Like hell he would be able to stretch out his muscles more. It was Jackson's finishing words, and the gaze on his face that caused Bellamy's heart to swell with emotion, looking back at him with the same softness.

"Likewise," he told him with a smile to match the expression. "Thank you Jackson," he continued. "For giving me the best day of my life." It was hardly an exaggeration, and he wanted Jackson to know that. With those words, Bellamy leaned forward to kiss his lips in a gentle but emotion filled embrace. Easing out of it, he kept their mouths close, just barley brushing against each other. "And for making me more happy than I ever thought possible." Because they were together; united, in every possible sense of the word.

[Deleted]

Jackson hummed a pleased noise at the idea of showering together tomorrow. Maybe they could. Maybe they couldn't and they'd lay in bed all day. There was no way to know for sure right now, but either way, he was glad he had tomorrow off baring emergencies after the way this night had gone. Jackson just enjoyed the warmth of Bellamy against him as he wrapped his arm around him, huffing at Bellamy's teasing. When Bellamy thanked him, Jackson almost protested that it wasn't necessary. But Bellamy's words felt too amazing to interupt him. He'd given Bellamy the best day in his life, according to Bellamy. The idea that Jackson could do that made him feel incredible lucky, and proud that he could give Bellamy that.

Jackson made an appreciative noise into the kiss, the gentle affection of it feeling so good and making him relax more against Bellamy, almost forgetting the pain in his body as Bellamy pulled back and finished speaking against his lips. "Thank you," he whispered against Bellamy's mouth. "For being you. I made the best choice in my life the night I asked you to marry me."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Jacksons words meant more to Bellamy than he could ever say. His husbeand was thanking him . . . for being him. Bellamy wasnt sure anyone had ever thanked him for that before. He was more often cursed at for being himself rather than thanked. The sentimental impact of his words caused Bellamy to just gaze at his spouse, an emotional expression as a soft smile touched his lips. Bellamy knew that he shouldnt be thanked for it but . . . he couldnt deny the way it warmed his heart. The way it touched his soul . . . just like Jackson always did.

"It was definitely the best decision," Bellamy agreed whole heartedly when it came to Jacksons decision to propose. "I didnt even have to think twice about accepting," Bellamy added. Lightly kissing Jacksons lips once more he nestled against his husbeand, his arm still around him as he held him close. "I wish today didn't have to end." Everything good reached its inevitable end. "I am pretty damn excited though, to start our life as husbeands together though." Excited, to say the least.

[Deleted]

The emotion on Bellamy's face in response to Jackson's words made Jackson's heart swell, loving that he could make Bellamy feel so good with just the simple truth. Asking Bellamy to marry him really had been the best choice he'd made. Hell, Bellamy had been the best choice he'd made, whether that be his choice to play basketball with him more than a year ago, or pushing bellamy to open up to him. Jackson would never regret it.

Jackson's own smile matched Bellamy's when Bellamy agreed it was the best decision, and that he hadn't thought twice. But when Bellamy continued that he could wait to start their lives together as husbeands, Jackson felt his eyes water just a little, he let out a small, happy noise, and pressed his lips to Bellamy's again. "Me too," he murmured when the kiss broke. "So excited." He huffed a small laugh. "Even for tomorrow, no matter what shape we're in."

Tag: Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't miss the slight glisten of water in Jackson's eyes, forever feeling honored that he could draw that reaction from him. But the kiss served as an instant reaction as Bellamy basked in it, leaving his eyes closed even when their lips parted, curving into a smile as Jackson told him that he too was excited, despite whatever state they would be in tomorrow. "It was definitely worth it," Bellamy added on, turning his head to kiss the corner of Jackson's lips, feeling the warmth of his skin against him with an arm around him. Such was the position that Bellamy quickly drifted to sleep in, the exhaustion taking over regardless of his attempt to stay awake. He had not wanted this night to end but it seemed to reached its inevitable conclusion. Though at the same time, this was only the beginning for them . . . for their life together.

It had been one of the best sleeps that Bellamy had ever had. He hadn't woken up once, nor did any nightmares disturb him once he slowly pulled back into a conscious state. What woke him, was the ease of the morning . . . followed by the pain that felt like it was touching every inch of his body. Bellamy let out a quiet groan, turning his head as he slowly opened his eyes to see his husbeand. He felt as if he couldn't move, the mere turn of his head drawing a tremendous amount of effort from him. That too, was worth it, to lay sight of his beautiful husbeand. Bellamy took in a slow breath, not wanting to disturb his still sleeping husbeand, as he attempted to shift on the bed a little. But what started as a slow inhalation, turned into a sharp one, his face slightly twisting into a cringe of pain. The small action sent a painful reminder through him of what they did last night . . . and now, what the aftermath of it would be.

[Deleted]

Jackson hadn't really wanted to go to sleep, but it started to pull at him in a way he couldn't ignore, closing his eyes and letting himself relax more fully. When he felt Bellamy do the same, he let go of struggling to prolong the night and drifted off into one of the most blissful sleeps of his life. He didn't think he'd moved even once during the night; he was certain pain would have woken him if he had. Whne he started to wake, he was only vaguely aware of two things, the overwhelming sense of peace at being in his husbeand's embrace, and the pain that seemed to spread through his entire body, his arms, neck and torso from bites and scratches, the rest from exertion, his cock even aching a little. When he heard Bellamy groan, he assumed he must be coming to as well.

He felt Bellamy try to shift, then suck in a sharp breath, and Jackson let out a sound that was halfway between amusement and pain. "I take it all back," he muttered, teasing that this pain wasn't worth it, even though it was, as he spread his fingers over Bellamy's skin. He didn't open his eyes or try to move himself, though he knew he'd have to eventually.

Tag: Bellamy Blake