How to Train Your Husbeand

[Bellamy Blake]

Jacksons voice sounded incredible, uttering words of encouragement, along with each involuntary sound of pleasure that was sheer music to his ears. Bellamy couldnt suppress another moan, enjoying the fullness of Jacksons cock in his mouth. Feeling Jacksons fingers curl around his prompted Bellamy to return the sentiment, gently squeezing Jacksons hand in return, while his finger tips of his other hand gently pressed into Jacksons thigh, ensuring not to bite the skin with his nails. Taking their joined hands, he moved it back to where Bellamys mouth was connected to his cock, sliding Jacksons fingers over his exposed and length slick with Bellamys own saliva, where Bellamy did not have it in his mouth.

Casually moving their hands after a few strokes so that he could finish him off. Bellamy quickened the pace, bobbing his head over Jacksons length, another groan escaping him. His tongue gliding against Jackson, sucking him harder. A heavy exhalation of breath mixed with a moan just moments before Bellamy was rewarded with Jacksons release as it flooded his mouth. Bellamy didnt cease his actions, intending to suck his husbeand until he was dry, wanting him to ride out the pleasure for as long as he could.

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The way Bellamy moaned around Jackson prompted a louder groan from him, and letting Bellamy move their joined hands to his cock only intesified the sensation Bellamy was sending through his body. Jackson could feel himself getting closer, tension coiling in his body, ready to explode with pleasure. He could feel himself losing his breath a little, and if he wasn't so close to finishing, he might have stopped Bellamy. But then Bellamy groaned around him again, and then moaned, and Jackson lost conrol, groaning Bellamy's name as he flooded Bellamy's mouth with come.

His fingers tightened on Bellamy's as Bellamy finished him, sucking until there was nothing left, then he slumped back against the mattress spent, letting his eyes close. He felt more tired than he probably should normally, but it was so worth it. "God, needed that," he panted, still breathless. "Always need you." His finger played in Bellamy's hair, feeling too heavy for any kind of coordination.

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[Bellamy Blake]

When Bellamy was satisfied that there was no more taste to savor, apart from Jacksons skin, he slowly withdrew his. mouth from him. Swallowing the last few drops, heavy breaths falling from him. His lips curled into a smile at his husbeands words, his eyes looking up at Jackson and taking in his serene expression. "Likewise," Bellamy replied in response to his words. "I always need you too." A need that never seemed to fade with frequency nor marriage. He felt it impossible to think of a time he would not want his husbeand.

Bellamy began to kiss up Jacksons chest, gently over over his torso, do his upper chest, covering path of skin in a kiss. Moving up his neck until his lips were aligned with Jacksons and he kissed him deeply. Bellamys hand moved to Jacksons cheek, gently caressing it as he deepened the kiss, breathing into it and now savoring this taste of Jackson. Another flavor of him that Bellamys thirst would never truly quench with.

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Jackson couldn't help but smile faintly at Bellamy's words, and it only got wider as he felt Bellamy start to kiss his way up his body. God, Bellamy had this incredible way of making him feel absolutely loved, even without words. He wrapped his arms around Bellamy as Bellamy kissed him, wanting to pull Bellamy against him tightly, but resisting the urge for the sake of his ribs. He moaned softly into the kiss, savoring the feel of Bellamy's tongue and the taste of his own release on it. "I love you," he breathed, breaking away just a moment to say it, then kissing Bellamy again.

He was still breathless, though, so he broke the kiss after a moment, dropping his head back and opening his eyes to smile up at Bellamy. He brushed a hand over his cheek, admiring his husbeand's beauty, then kissed him again softly. "Wore me out," he said, his tone teasing, though there was truth in his words.

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[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @severitysoftly

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Those three words always made Bellamy's heart swell with affection and the utmost love for the man who said them. "I love you too," he responded; the only response he could ever give to hearing such words. Hearing them and saying them, flooded Bellamy with emotions he'd never felt with anyone other than Jackson. He leaned down to touch his lips once more, before Jackson told him that he wore him out. Bellamy gave a slight chuckle at that, kissing the corner of his lips before turning on his side, his lips moving to the side of Jackson's neck as he nestled against it.

His arm wrapped around his husbeand, casually draped along Jackson's chest, sure to avoid placing any amount of pressure on his wounds. Ordinarily Bellamy would tease Jackson when hearing that he wore him out. But today, it was for a specific reason that Jackson felt worn out. And Bellamy wasn't about to even tease about it. "Get some rest," he told him, kissing his jaw. "Regain your energy," he further urged, a slight playfulness to his voice. "Can't have you worn out for the rest of the day," he added on, placing another soft kiss to Jackson's cheek.

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Jackson continued drawing deep breaths as Bellamy shifted to his side, getting his arm around Bellamy in the process. He closed his eyes holding Bellamy close as Bellamy kissed his neck. Jackson's other hand slid along the arm draped over his chest, letting it rest over Bellamy's arm as he hummed a pleased noise at Bellamy's words. Bellamy didn't believe him when Jackson said he was too good to him, but it was true. "Thank you," he whispered. For loving him. For still thinking he was beautiful, even now.

His body felt heavy, but before he started to drift to sleep, he reached over and pulled the blankets over them both. Bellamy probably would want to shower from training this morning, but right now this felt too good to let Bellamy leave. "Stay with me a little while," he murmured, his fingers sliding into Bellamy's hair. "Rest from your work out... both of them." He smiled and turned his head to kiss Bellamy's forehead, feeling himself drifting.

[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy softly smiled as Jackson pulled up the blanket for them, after thanking him. He wanted to tell Jackson that he didn't have to thank him for anything, but he also didn't want to argue with his husbeand. There were certain things that they would never agree on, and it usually had to do with their own self worth. He did however lean in even more when Jackson told him to stay with him, his fingers slipping into his hair -- a feeling that always provided the utmost comfort.

"There's no where else I'd rather be," he told him truthfully, closing his eyes and taking in a slow breath when he felt Jackson's lips touch his forehead, after commenting about his workouts. "This one was definitely the better of the two," he added on playfully, though with the utmost truth. Bellamy pressed his lips to Jackson's cheek again, nestling against his husbeand with his arms wrapped around him. This world was so uncertain. Evidenced by the cause of Jackson's current condition. And it scared Bellamy to death . . . but it also made moments like these all the more precious. All the more incredible. Moving his hand not around Jackson's body, Bellamy ran his own fingers through his hair, smiling as he watched his husbeand drift to sleep . . . and it didn't take Bellamy long to follow.

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Jackson eventually went back to work, still bruised and hurting, but more than capable of performing his duties. For about the first week after beginning work again, Bellamy made sure he ate before he crashed in bed for the night exhausted. He came up with an excuse to give patients who asked about his bruises until they faded, and started feeling more comfortable being out around camp again. When he eventually had to go in for questioning about the attack, he'd had some time to think about it, and about the punishments the men would face. He didn't talk to Bellamy about it beforehand, knowing Bellamy wouldn't like the conclusion he'd come to and try to change his mind. So as he talked to the council, he could feel Bellamy tense beside him when he stated that he did not wish for the men who attacked him to recieved any punishment. He could hear the tension in Bellamy's voice when he quickly asked what Jackson meant, and Jackson just repeated what he'd said. He reached over and squeezed Bellamy's hand for the brief remainder of the meeting, and was told they'd take his request into consideration.

He could still feel that Bellamy was tense, or maybe even upset, as they walked back to their rooms. Jackson had had a full work day, and was feeling tired after the meeting, though his stamina was getting better every day. He sat on the edge of the bed to pull his shoes off as they got inside. "That went about as well as I could expect."

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy wasnt sure he liked this idea. The fact that these men had committed a crime. . . a legitimate crime, and were not going to be punished for it. Bellamy knew that he was personally involved in this considering it was his husbeand who was attacked, but still. He had vaguely questioned it though didnt want to get into the details of it in public. Besides, he knew he wouldnt be able to change Jacksons mind. When they got inside, Bellamy closed the door behind them, taking a few more steps into the room but making no move to sit down.

He folded his arms across his chest, watching his husbeand. "Well at least one of us knew what to expect," he commented, slightly raising an eyebrow. Not bothering to put off the inevitable conversation. "Why didnt you press charges?" Blunt and straight to the point. There was no need to beat around the bush. He had been worried about the emotional toll the questioning could have on Jackson but he also know that this wasnt a conversation better had later.

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Jackson sighed as Bellamy crossed his arms over himself and said at least Jackson knew what to expect. He dropped his shoes to the floor and scooted them to the side with his foot as he looked up and gave Bellamy a sympathetic look, a look that said he was sorry for not bringing it uo before... but not sorry for having asked for what he had. He rubbed absently as his still aching ribs. "What good would it have done?" he asked honestly.

Jackson had long believed the penal system amomg the Arkers needed reform, especially policies like the ones that led to him having to watch Abby be publicly shocklashed. The thought of seeing anyone have to take that sort of punishment because of him wasn't one he was comfortable with. Besides, it wouldn't heal anything and hostility would still be high. "They already think I ruined their lives. If I can... hold out an olive branch, why shouldn't I?"

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[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy listened to Jackson ask what good it would have done to press charges; saying that they already believed he ruined their lives. Bellamy didnt miss the apologetic look he gave him and Bellamy figured it was due to the necessity for this conversation after the fact rather than before. "Would you feel the same way if it was someone else attacked?" Bellamy asked, the question not entirely meant to be rhetorical.

"They committed a crime. There should be some consequence for it. Otherwise they, and people like them, will think its ok to go around and beat the hell out of people." Bellamy wasnt one to determine what consequence would have been fit, but surely there should have been some. "You may think you deserve it Jackson, even though you didn't. But either way, letting them off the hook after what they did to youu isn't right." It wasn't just. And while their laws no longer had to hold execution for each crime . . . there surely had to be something that could be done. Something that showed this was not alright. That it was damn wrong.

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Jackson opened his mouth to answer Belamy's question about whether he would feel the same way if this had happened to someone else, but then he closed it again. Honestly, he wasn't sure. If someone did this to Bellamy, or Abby, Jackson knew he would be furious. In fact... it had happened to Bellamy, and Jackson had not insisted that Bellamy cut his sister off. Not that he had to, since Octavia did that to Bell first. He couldn't say that though. "I would respect the wishes of the person who was attacked," he said instead. And he would, even if Bellamy wanted Octavia back in his life and she allowed it.

He held a sigh as Bellamy continued, then got up and crossed the room to his husbeand stroking his hands over Bellamy's shoulders and arms in a hopefully calming way. "I doubt anyone is under the impression that what they did was ok. They've been locked up since it happened; that's enough." He raised one hand to cup Bellamy's cheek, ignoring Bellamy's words about not deserving it. "We've all suffered enough."

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Ooc: 650TH POST!!! YEAR END GOAL MET!!!

[Bellamy Blake]

Bellamy listened to Jackson tell him that he would have respected the wishes of the person attacked. Which, Bellamu supposed he was technically doing right now. "Doesnt mean you would have liked it. Or that you wouldn't have thought it was enough." It was often easier to react to such things when someone you cared about was being attacked rather than yourself. Bellamys eyes remained on Jackson as he moved toward him, running his hands on his shoulders, telling him that they had been in lockup long enough . . . and that everyone had suffered enough.

"And yet somehow i feel like you're the one who suffered more than anyone else," he told him. He moved his hands to Jacksons that was on his cheek and gently pulled it away, holding it in his own. "It was bad enough, but if it was any worse . . . i wouldn't have let them get away with it. Just like im pretty damn sure you wouldn't have if the situation was reversed." Jackson could have had permanent or worse . . . .Bellamy could have lost him for good.

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Jackson held another sigh when Bellamy pulled his hand away, and just listened as Bellamy spoke. He understood where Bellamy was coming from. He'd expected Bellamy to react like this, but now that he had, Jackson wasn't sure what to say to make him feel any better about it. If there was anything at all he could say. He curled his fingers around Bellamy's, letting their hands fall to their sides, joined.

"I would if that's what you wanted," he said, but a frown was forming on his face at the idea of it, of letting someone who seriously hurt Bellamy go unpunished. He looked down at their joined hands. "Maybe I suffered the most this time, but I'm going to be okay. And I don't know what they went through. And... I've had it easy compared to a lot of people," he said, looking back up to meet Bellamy's gaze. He'd had it easier than Bellamy for sure.

He leaned in slowly, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Bellamy's while leaving their hands joined and his other hand on Bellamy's arms. "I didn't expect you to be happy about it," he admitted, brushing his nose to Bellamy's. "What can I do now?" To make Bellamy feel better, if it was possible. "Aside from changing my mind," he added, his lips curving in a sad smile.

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[Bellamy Blake]

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whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy knew he couldn't debate the subject . . . because he knew that Jackson would not change his mind. Had the situation been reversed, Bellamy would share Jackson's mindset, just as Jackson would most probably share Bellamy's current one. He couldn't tell the doctor otherwise without seeming like a hypocrite. He just hoped that what he said was true: that he was going to be ok. The physical wounds would be, but the emotional ones were always more difficult to heal.

Especially considering that the past ones had not even fully healed yet. Bellamy closed his eyes, taking in a slow breath as Jackson pressed their foreheads together, feeling his nose brush against his as he asked him what he could do to make it better, after acknowledging that he didn't expect him to be happy about it. "Nothing," he answered simply, though his tone void of blame. "This is who you are, and I'm not gonna try to change that," he assured him. It had once been the source of a bigger fight, Jackson risking his life for another, potentially dying for it.

This was not as severe as that case. And Bellamy had meant what he said when they had been reunited after the month apart. "Just . . . give ma heads up next time," he asked with a slight smile his voice holding a bit of a tease, leaning forward to lightly kiss Jackson's lips in a soft, tender embrace. His hand not holding his raised to Jackson's cheek, gently caressing it as he eased out of the kiss, slowly opening his eyes. "I just want you to be ok," he told him, voice filled with sincerity. Words going back to his initial thoughts of his state of being ok not just the healing of physical wounds. And Bellamy hoped that was clear with the tone in which he said it.