For All Beanternity

[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy turned his head to look at his husbeand when he spoke, realizing that he was now awake. Bellamy slightly raised an eyebrow at his words, the instant comfort of Jacksons hand on his chest warming his entire body. "Too late," Bellamy groaned, settling back into the bed, taking up his previously position only this time he was more turned to face his husbeand.

"No take backs," he continued to tease, leaning over to place a light kiss on his spouse's lips. Drawing out of the embrace, Bellamy remained close to Jackson, lightly kissing his shoulder. "Guess you did break me after all," he joked, knowing that Jackson hadnt and continuing to hold no regrets . . . .even if the pain was significantly felt right now. "Had no idea you were that strong," Bellamy teased, placing another light kiss on the muscle of Jacksons upper arm.

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Jackson just huffed an amused noise as Bellamy said no take backs, holding a groan as Bellamy shifted back down and faced him better. He hummed into Bellamy's kiss, making an amused noise at Bellamy's comment that Jackson had broken him, but he opened his eyes to give his husbeand a mock glare when he continued. "Hey," he complained, but his brain wasn't working yet to come up with a come back. He considered kicking Bellamy gently, but even gently it might hurt them both right now.

He let out a long, lazy sigh. If his bladder wasn't trying to get his attention, he would like nothing more than to lay here with Bellamy for a while longer. "Mm, actually," he murmured. "I'm not strong after last night. Therefore, you should carry me to the bathroom," he teased, his smile widening as he kissed Bellamy again.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's lips curved into an amused smile himself, when Jackson offered a playful glare at his remark, the expression slowly fading when Jackson started to tell him that he wasn't that strong after last night. And therefore, Bellamy should carry him to the bathroom. The younger male slightly raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, immediately distracted by the kiss on his lips to which Bellamy responded to, taking in the taste of his husbeand . . . one that he would never grow tired of.

When it broke, he verbally responded to his words. "Remember what I was saying last night, about you being too damn spoiled . . . " He was of course teasing, but he couldn't help but reference the words. "I already carried you," he teased him, speaking to the tradition of carrying your spouse over the threshold that Bellamy had taken advantage of last night. "Maybe you should carry me," he suggested, his lips meeting Jackson's once more in another kiss. Bellamy wasn't entirely sure he was in any position to move right now as it were . . . his entire body protesting to the mere thought, explored already by his attempt to sit up.

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Jackson just chuckled softly as Bellamy teased him. Bellamy did spoil him, but not too much, and he had carried him. More than just last night over the threshold of their rooms. Jackson had a very fuzzy memory of being carried through Polis when he was sick with radiation poisoning. Jackson had never felt so weak in his life, and Bellamy had carried him. Even though what had happened was horrible and had led to them almost breaking up, the knowledge that Bellamy had carried him to a bed when he couldn't get there himself made Jackson feel safe.

He made a happy noise into the kiss, breathing into it as he deepened it a little. "Maybe I should," he said softly, seriously, making a mental note to find a reason to carry Bellamy at some point as he smiled warmly at his husbeand. "Just not right now," he added, his smile turning more into a grin as he reluctantly pulled away from Bellamy with a groan as pain shot through him.

He forced himself to roll away until he could sit up at the edge of the bed, clenching his jaw at the soreness of his body as it fought movement, though small sounds of suffering escaped him. He dropped his head into his hands, elbows on his knees. "Oh, god, what the hell did we do?" he muttered. He had to cross the room, but he already needed a break.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy couldn't help the slight chuckle at Jackson entertaining the idea of carrying Bellamy. Truth be told, he wasn't sure what sort of occasion would arise where it would be necessary. And hopefully, it wouldn't be such an occasion as one that left him wounded or sick. Unlike one time Bellamy had carried his spouse. But that was set in the past, and all they could hope was that they remained in good health. Bellamy smiled as he watched Jackson attempt to move from the bad, a groan of pain indicating the strained movements. Bellamy remained lying on the bed, his head turned toward his husbeand as he sat on the edge of it.

"You mean besides each other?" Bellamy answered rhetorically with a smirk, in response to Jackson's question of what the hell they had done last night. A valid question; most of which was a haze. But not just because of the alochol. But also because, he had been so damn mindless with pleasure and need . . . clearly having no control over his actions. But Bellamy's smile began to fade as his eyes lingered over Jackson's back. Evidence of his own nail marks, and where he had dug them into his skin. A bit of guilt started to set into the younger male.

 Bellamy knew he had asked it from Jackson, but Jackson had never asked for it from Bellamy. Bellamy attempted to sit up, still on the bed, but now just in an upright position, inching closer to his husbeand, his own expression twisted in a cringe at the pain of movement, but eventually eased when he stopped shifting. His chest was against Jackson's back, his hand moving to his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically, a bit sheepishly even, as Bellamy lowered his lips to gently kiss Jackson's shoulder, ensuring to avoid any marks that Bellamy's teeth had made last night.

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Jackson laughed at Bellamy's answer to his question, smiling as he rested at the edge of the bed. After a moment, he felt Bellamy start to shift around. He didn't lift his head to look to see what Bellamy's was doing, but when Bellamy stopped moving, his chest was pressed to Jackson's back, and Jackson relaxed at his touch.

Bellamy sounded genuinely sorry when he spoke, and Jackson understood the feeling. He'd felt guilty last night, seeing how much Bellamy was hurting as he crossed the room to get them water. "Don't be." He tilted his head back against Bellamy's shoulder when Bellamy kissed his. "I would do it over again in a heartbeat, even with how I feel now," he murmured, turning his head to kiss Bellamy's jaw. "I hope you feel the same."

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy listened as Jackson told him not to be sorry, finding some comfort in his husbeand's words, even if the guilt was still there. He couldn't help but give a slight smile when Jackson told him that he would do it again, even with their current state. "Me too," the younger male admitted. "One thing is for sure . . . it was a hell of a wedding night," he said with a continued smile, placing another light kiss on the bottom of Jackson's neck.

Feeling him turn his head, Bellamy closed his eyes when the doctor's lips touched his jaw, basking in the sensation of his kiss. "I do," he further reassured him. Ignoring the pain, Bellamy raised his hand to weave it through Jackson's hair, tilting his head a little so that he could press his lips against Jackson's in a deeper kiss, before easing out of it. "Even if it means keeping my shirt on during training," he joked . . . though the statement held truth. "It was completely worth it." Because it was a night Bellamy would never forget. Their first night spent together, as a married couple.

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Jackson made a noise of agreement that it was one hell of a wedding night, pleased that he could hear the smile in Bellamy's voice now, no more apology in it. He drew a slow breath, enjoying the feel of Bellamy's hand in his hair, and ignoring the pain as Bellamy turned his head for a kiss. He moaned into it as Bellamy deepened it. God, he couldn't get distracted and get hard right now. He wasn't sure it would even feel good right now.

He smiled at Bellamy's comment as the kiss broke, his own lips moving to Bellamy's chin for a moment. "It was," he agreed, when Bellamy said it had been worth it, then chuckled and pecked Bellamy's lips again. "You don't want to show off how strong your husbeand is in your next training session?" he teased. Truthfully, with as big a deal as their wedding had become, everyone would know who left those marks, and Jackson thought he might be a bit embarrassed for everyone in camp to see them. One mark, maybe, but there were a lot of marks on Bellamy's body right now.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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Bellamy let out a heavy breath when Jackson's lips moved to his chin, speaking before kissing him again. Well, damn. Bellamy could never get enough of his husbeand. Even after everything that had done last night, he couldn't seem to stop kissing him . . . nor did the sensation of each touch of his lips ever grow tiresome. Bellamy offered a chuckle of his own at Jackson's words, playfully suggesting the revelation of Jackson's strength.

"I think I'll keep that to myself," he teased back with a smile. "Wouldn't want to make others jealous over how . . . passionate my husbeand is," Bellamy commented, kissing Jackson's cheek, trailing down the side of his neck. The last thing they needed was remarks about how . . . vigorous they had been when it came to their physical relations. Hell, Bellamy didn't even think about being over heard last night, fairly certain by the rawness of his throat that he had been louder than usual.

"God, I can't get enough of you," Bellamy admitted amidst each kiss, moving his lips back up the side of Jackson's neck, trailing to his ear. "If you don't get up now, I might not let you leave this bed," he playfully threatened. Even if it was just to lie here, to enjoy more lazy kisses, to hold him . . . being with him here, was Bellamy's sanctuary. His safe haven. And it was getting more and more difficult to step outside of it.

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Jackson hummed an amused noise. "I think they'd be more jealous of me, that I get to do all that to you. Maybe you should wear your shirt all the time from now on so no one gets any ideas," he teased, tilting his head into the touch of Bellamy's lips against his cheek and neck, then back to his ear as Bellamy admitted he couldn't get enough of Jackson. God, the feeling was mutual, and Jackson moaned softly as Bellamy spoke into his ear.

"If my bladder wasn't telling me I have to get up. I wouldn't," Jackson breathed, reaching and arm back with a stifled groan to slide his fingers into Bellamy's hair, pulling him closer, even though he was about as close as possible. He turned his head and kissed Bellamy with a little more hunger. "Maybe you should come with me and we can get in the shower. Hot water might help us."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy huffed a sound of amusement at the thought of anyone being jealous of Jackson. He doubted anyone would want to do that; that anyone would see him that way. But at this point, it didn't matter to Bellamy. He didn't want anyone else; nor would he. He had the love of his life, now married to him, and that, made him more happy than he ever thought possible. "I doubt they will," Bellamy played along. "But it doesn't even matter. Cause no one else could compare." To the man he was with now. Undoubtedly it was because of the emotional connection they shared; the love they had for one another.

That, and well, the undeniable talent that Jackson had, easily discovered during their first night together. While Jackson was his second relationship, he was his longest . . . and hopefully, his last. Because Bellamy couldn't imagine his life with another. This kind of talk was suddenly filling Bellamy with a hunger, despite his body's attempt to protest any . . . overly enthusiastic movements. But Jackson's actions fueled it, the need, his hand moving to his head, kisisng him with a hunger . . . and then suggesting a shower. Bellamy nipped at Jackson's bottom lip for a moment, gently sucking it, so not to leave any more marks or inflict any more pain than he already had.

"Far be it from me to argue with that kind of medical advice," Bellamy remarked, before kissing Jackson deeply again. Simultaneously, he began to shift his body, attempting to stand up, groaning into the kiss from both the sensation of his husbeand's lips, and from the sudden onslaught of pain that coursed through him. The kiss at least helped distract him; helped numb some of that discomfort. Once he somehow managed to stand on his feet, he reached out to the side table to further stabilize himself, before extending a hand to Jackson. "I might not be able to carry you, but I can help you up," he teased, lowering his upper body to kiss his spouse once more, as if to encourage him.

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Jackson's chest felt like it was swelling with happiness when Bellamy said no one could compare to him. It wasn't true. But it didn't make a difference if he said so. Bellamy had chosen him. Jackson had a ring on his finger to prove it. He could feel Bellamy respond to the kiss in spite of himself, Bellamy also probably fighting the urge for more to give his body a rest. The nipping at Jackson's lip didn't help Jackson's resolve.

Jackson was going to point out that Bellamy had ignored his medical advice last night, but they both had, and when Bellamy kissed him again, he forgot his thoughts. He moaned into the kiss as he felt Bellamy shift around him, lifting his arms in spite of the pain to touch Bellamy once he was more in front of him than behind. He took Bellamy's offered hand, smiling against Bellamy lips as Bellamy kissed him again. "Be careful. You've been complaining I'm too spoiled already," he teased, then used Bellamy's hand to help him up, bracing the other against the bed until he was more stable.

Every muscle felt like it was on fire, but he tried not to lean on Bellamy too much, considering he was hurting at least as much as Jackson, if not more. When he started to walk toward the bathroom, he was almost limping. With a small smirk, he looked over at his husbeand. "I love you."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy chuckled when Jackson referenced Bellamys comments about him getting spoiled. It was true . . . and yet, it was impossible not to spoil Jackson. Though perhaps that wasnt even the right word. Bellamy just enjoyed seeing him smile; wanting to make sure he never took his husbeand for granted . . . that Jackson knew Bellamy appreciated him. "What can I say. You just make it so damn easy to want to spoil you," he teased, truth in his statement despite the teasing tone. Once Jackson rose to his feet, Bellamy hovered nearby, ensuring that he was stable enough to walk.

They both made their way slowly to the bathroom, Bellamys eyes falling over Jackson, taking notice of his strained gait. His words instantly distracted him though, his heart swelling at the sound of them. Bellamy would never ceased to be amazed at how someone could love him. And not just someone, not just anyone, but an amazing person as Jackson. Leaning forward Bellamy captured his lips in another kiss, deep and telling of his emotions and affections. "I love you too," he breathed, the words as natural as the beating of his heart.

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Jackson only snorted at Bellamy's words of making it easy to spoil him, though he appreciated them. Knowing how much his husbeand wanted to take care of him felt incredible, and it was a feeling Jackson had only experienced a few times in his life. With his mother and Abby, and now with Bellamy. He tried to help support Bellamy as much as Bellamy supported him as they moved, feeling at least some small amount of tension leave him after the first few steps stretched his muscles.

When they got to the bathroom and Bellamy kissed him, Jackson could feel the emotion and affection in it, and he hummed a happy noise into it. Without thinking too much about it, he pressed Bellamy gently back against the wall, pouring his own emotion into the kiss. He blindly reached into their shower without breaking the kiss to fumble the water on to let it warm up, then brought his hand back to Bellamy's chest over his heart, reminding his body to behave. "We should stop," he murmured. Before they both got excited. But in spite of his words, he kissed Bellamy's again, deeper, enjoying how Bellamy felt pressed against him.

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