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geekystudmuffinTitle: Lips That Have Smiled, Eyes That Have Shed Tears - Chapter 2a/12
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellamy/Jackson, mentions of Abby Griffin/Jake Griffin
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~82,000
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Jackson, Octavia Blake, Aurora Blake, Marcus Kane, Inspector Grus, Abby Griffin, Clarke Griffin, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, various OCs
Warnings: Bullying, minor character death, alcohol abuse
Notes: We're posting in chapters, but this is not a WIP. We also stayed mostly canon-compliant, but hand-waved a few things while writing this. The Ark doesn't have a limited supply of water in this fic. The timeline of Monty & Jasper's arrest is moved up a bit. And Jackson's backstory is AU, as this was written before 3x10, "Fallen", revealed info about Jackson's mother. Also, neither of us speak Hindi, so the single sentence we wrote in Hindi was googled. If you speak Hindi, and we got it wrong, our feelings will not be hurt if you correct us. :)
Summary: Bellamy Blake isn't one of the privileged on the Ark. His life as a guard cadet would be a lot easier if he weren't trying to keep his mother's secrets and protect his sister. What Bellamy doesn't realize is just how much a certain doctor has figured out about his problems, and how much Doctor Jackson wants to help.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two - Part One
Chapter Two - Part Two
Jackson woke up with an erection that demanded attention, and in a sleepy fog considered finding someone good looking to fuck today before he remembered Bellamy. He'd gotten used to casual sex. Casual sex was easy and didn't take time from his job.
Bellamy was messy and difficult and time-consuming. But Jackson was finding that strangely thrilling for the first time in a long time. Since he'd let his job become his identity and slowly erode the last real romantic relationship he'd had in years.
Jackson glanced around the room to make sure Bellamy hadn't stayed the night, then stroked himself. He thought about the last time he had sex, but he replaced the handsome stranger from that night with Bellamy in his mind. It wasn't long before he was panting and sweaty, but sated.
He showered quickly and dressed, then headed for the door… which didn't open when he tried the handle.
He blinked at it for a moment, and then it dawned on him that Bellamy had locked him in. He couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. He knew he was bad about taking care of himself, but Bellamy clearly wanted him safe.
Jackson unlocked the door and let himself out, then headed to the mess to grab coffee and food to eat at his desk.
Abby got behind him in line, and instead of letting him leave, she steered him to a table. "You look more rested," she said casually.
Jackson smiled faintly as he sat across from her. "I got a solid…" He glanced at his watch and felt his eyes widen. "Oh my God, ten hours of sleep."
Abby laughed. "My opinion of Bellamy Blake just rose several points," she said, her voice soft. "He lurked outside Medical for ten minutes last night before you showed up, by the way."
Jackson felt his smile strengthen and his cheeks grow warmer. "Really?" he said, then shook his head and looked at his plate. Of course, really. "He's, ah… not like I expected, but I'm enjoying his company."
"What were you expecting?" she asked. She was focusing on her breakfast, but he could tell from her posture that she was genuinely interested.
That someone with his anger might be quicker to try to rip my clothes off and fuck me raw as soon as I made it clear I was attracted to him, Jackson thought, but obviously couldn't say. "More confidence," he settled on instead.
"Hmm." She glanced up at him. "Sometimes a person who carries around as much anger as I've seen in Bellamy is trying to mask some perceived deficiency in himself." Her gaze was thoughtful. "Not that that's my professional opinion, of course," she added with a touch of humor. "I think last night I got more words out of him than I did in several months of treating him for various brawling injuries."
Jackson took a bite of his food and tried to remember what had been said the night before. After a moment, he sighed. He'd been more tired than he'd realized at the time. "I really just remember him calling you 'ma'am' repeatedly." He tried for a moment to remember when he'd stopped calling Abby 'Doctor Griffin', but couldn't. "Can't say he doesn't have manners. Even if he occasionally forgets them under duress."
Abby laughed. "I suppose so." She looked past Jackson, then, her expression shifting a little. "Speak of the devil," she murmured. "Someone's looking sharp with his cadet unit."
Jackson looked up casually in time to see Bellamy come in with a group of cadets. Bellamy wasn't laughing with the others, but he didn't actually look unhappy. His gaze swept the mess hall in what looked like an instinctive habit, then he saw Jackson and smiled.
Jackson smiled back automatically. God, he was handsome. Jackson liked the way he looked in that uniform too.
Jackson was tempted to walk over and say hi, but Bellamy might not want to be bothered while he was with his co-workers. Or maybe he'd be embarrassed if Jackson was accidentally too affectionate. So Jackson just lifted his hand in a small wave.
Bellamy's smile widened, but then one of his fellow cadets said something to him. Bellamy ducked his head, laughing, and then the other two glanced over at Jackson.
"So he can smile," Abby murmured.
Jackson looked back at the two young men who were looking at him, wondering what they'd just said to Bellamy, then gave them a small nod and turned back around to face Abby. "He's more than capable."
Abby was smirking at him.
"What?" Jackson said, giving her a look that was playfully annoyed.
"Nothing," she said innocently. "It's sweet. Are you blushing?"
"No," Jackson said, though he hadn't noticed until just then how warm his cheeks were. "I don't blush." He ducked his head to look at his plate and took another bite.
"Mmm, well, you have approximately five seconds before your cadet catches you blushing," Abby said. She stood. "Take your time eating, Jackson." And then she left. Behind him, he heard her say, "Good morning, Cadet Blake. Well done."
And to his surprise, Bellamy laughed. "Thank you, Doctor Griffin." Then Bellamy was sliding into the chair across from his, a cup of coffee in hand.
Jackson's face still felt warm, but he smiled at Bellamy anyway. "Busy morning?" he asked.
"Not yet," Bellamy said. He looked warmly at Jackson, but there was something hesitant in his expression. "Gillmer and Barton asked why I was in a good mood this morning. Since I was looking at you when they asked, they kind of put two and two together." He sipped his coffee. "Hope you don't mind."
Jackson's brows rose. What exactly did that mean? Had Bellamy told his friends they'd been flirting? Or implied they were a couple? Or even let it be assumed that Bellamy was in a good mood because he'd gotten laid the night before? "Why would I mind?" he asked, hoping Bellamy's response would shed some light on what exactly the other cadets had 'put together'.
"Well, you were all worried last night about doctor ethics and restraint, and I'm pretty sure Gillmer and Barton don't give a shit about ethics and don't think we've exercised any restraint." Bellamy gave Jackson a look that was almost a smirk.
Oh, now Jackson was blushing. He huffed a breath, staring at Bellamy. "Wow."
Bellamy snorted a laugh, glancing down at the table. "I just said I finally found a good chess partner, but I'm pretty sure they saw through that." He looked up at Jackson. "So. You know." He shrugged a shoulder and sipped his coffee again.
Jackson kept staring at him for a moment, then dropped his gaze to his plate, not sure how he felt. Bellamy was letting his friends think he was getting laid, making himself look cool within what was probably a very alpha male culture of the guard, while not actually showing Jackson much physical affection at all. It was weird. "I hope, eventually, you'll be able to follow through with at least some of what they assume has already happened," he said, sipping his own coffee.
Bellamy's brows drew together and he sighed. After a moment he leaned forward and very deliberately set his coffee cup down to put his hand on Jackson's. "Okay, that didn't come across the way I meant it to," he muttered. "They asked what had me in a good mood, saw I was looking at you, and obviously thought we're sleeping together. I said we weren't, but...that I liked you. It's not--I was just..." He sat back again. "I was just trying to say you made me happy today, that's all."
Jackson felt himself start to relax as Bellamy spoke. Maybe he'd overreacted, Jackson though. He gave Bellamy a small smile, very aware that Bell's hand was still covering his. "I'm glad," he said. "I was pretty happy when I woke up this morning." He lifted a finger under Bell's hand, pressing the back of it to Bellamy's palm.
Bellamy smiled back at him. "Good." He huffed a breath. "It's probably pretty obvious it's been a long time since I...y'know...spent time with someone I really liked. I'm probably bad at this." He jerked his gaze up, then pulled away. "Hey, sorry, I need to go," he said. There was a tension in his frame that hadn't been there a moment ago. "I'll--swing by tonight?"
Without waiting for a response, he was gone.
Jackson opened his mouth to call after Bellamy to be careful, but when he glanced over to where Bell had just been looking, there were a few men in guard uniforms who were watching Bellamy in a way that made Jackson entirely uncomfortable.
One of them, the one with the broken nose, was looking at Jackson. Jackson automatically shut his mouth and turned back the other direction. Fuck, had Bellamy darted away like that to keep those assholes from noticing him? It clearly hadn't been fast enough.
God, he hoped Bellamy wasn't going to wind up in Medical today with new injuries.
But the day passed uneventfully, with just a few routine illnesses and a couple of checkups for their chronic patients. Jackson lost track of time until Abby's hand rested on his shoulder.
"Bellamy's here to see you," she said. "Get out of here, and don't let me see you until tomorrow." Her gaze was warm and she leaned in. "He seems to be making a quite an effort."
Then she was gone. When Jackson turned towards the entrance to Medical, Bellamy was standing there, shifting his weight. He wasn't in uniform anymore, and he looked like he was fresh out of the shower. He had a tentative smile on his face.
"Doctor Griffin said you were wrapping up," he ventured.
Jackson smiled back, maybe too affectionately. In the back of his mind, he wondered what fresh-out-of-the-shower Bellamy tasted like.
"She lied," he said, and shrugged. "She just shooed me."
"End result is, we can go to dinner, right?" Bellamy asked, his expression hopeful. It seemed like a strange expression on Bellamy's face, and Jackson realized he hadn't seen that expression on Bellamy's face very often. Or at all.
Jackson smiled at him for another moment, then took a step closer to Bellamy. His cheeks were warm, because he knew Abby could probably hear what he was about to say, but Jackson suddenly wanted to cement what this thing was between Bellamy and himself. He lowered his eyelids a little and said, "Are you asking me out, Bellamy?"
Bellamy huffed a little laugh and said, "Yeah, I'm asking you out, Jackson." He shifted his weight again, a line of red burning its way along his cheekbones. "That okay?"
Jackson felt a silly surge of happiness shoot through him and couldn't control his face, which he was sure probably looked ridiculous. "More than okay," he said. "I accept."
The smile that spread across Bellamy's face made Jackson's breath catch. He'd never seen Bellamy look so purely happy. He nodded, still smiling. "Okay," he breathed.
Jackson led the way out of medical, heading down the hallway. "To the mess?" he asked. "We could eat there, or take it back to my place." Then a thought occurred to him. "Or yours. I could try to make a better impression on your mom."
Bellamy's smile faltered for a moment, then returned. He shook his head. "Let me lead up to it with her, okay? Mom's really not a fan of change." He reached over, his fingers curling loosely around Jackson's. "She'll like you once she gets used to the idea of me bringing someone home, though."
Jackson thought he should probably say something, but he couldn't quite get over that Bellamy was holding his hand in the middle of Go-Sci. When someone came around the other end of the hallway, Jackson tightened his hand around Bellamy's, hoping he wouldn't let go.
Marcus Kane was striding purposefully down the hall, looking unhappy. "Councilor," Jackson acknowledged, unsure if Kane would so much as greet him back before brushing by them.
Kane looked up, his frown fading but not disappearing. "Jackson," he said. His eyes darted to Jackson and Bellamy's joined hands, then to Bellamy's face. He nodded at Bellamy and kept moving.
God, there had been a time when Jackson had had such a crush on the older man, but it hadn't taken long to realize Kane didn't seem to think much of Jackson either positively or negatively. To Kane, Jackson was just the doctor attached to Abby's hip.
Bellamy's fingers tightened on Jackson's, and when they were a little further away, Bellamy murmured, "You know Councilor Kane?"
Jackson shrugged. "I know a few of the Councilors. I discovered very early in my training that if I went anywhere on Go-Sci with Abby outside of Medical, she was likely to get dragged into a political conversation. Sometimes I get shooed away, sometimes I don't. At first I just tried to be as invisible as possible, but eventually people started talking to me too. I don't know any of them really well, but we're acquaintances."
He shrugged again. They were nearing the edge of Go-Sci, and Jackson wondered if Bellamy would let go of his hand once they left it. He hoped not, but after the way Bellamy had left him this morning in the mess, Jackson wasn't sure what to expect.
"So, Doctor, where am I taking you to dinner?" Bellamy asked, glancing sideways at him. "Factory Station mess hall, Farm Station mess hall...?"
Jackson made an amused noise. "Surprise me," he said.
"Huh." Bellamy stopped walking and pretended to think. "Well, the ambiance on Farm Station is a little nicer, but I have a couple friends on Factory Station. Then again, maybe you don't want to be interrupted, in which case I vote for the ambiance."
Jackson chuckled. This was certainly more relaxed than Jackson was expecting. "I definitely don't want interruptions," he said, holding Bellamy's gaze. "I want you to myself." He wondered if Bellamy had forgotten the suggestion to grab food and bring it back to Jackson's rooms, or if he didn't want to be that intimate tonight.
Bellamy gave him a look of mock confusion. "I thought going on a date meant being seen together in public," he said, and then looked away; Jackson could see the edge of the smile Bellamy was trying to hide. After a moment Bellamy glanced back at him. "So I guess it's option three? Get dinner and eat in your rooms?"
Jackson grinned at him for a moment. "Unless you're planning to let go of my hand when we leave this station, people will see us," he said, squeezing Bellamy's fingers. "But if you really want to eat in the mess, can I go change first?"
"Man, here I wanted everyone to know I snagged a date with a doctor," Bellamy teased. "You decide. Farm Station or your place, I'm good with either."
Jackson huffed a laugh. On the one hand, it was really charming and it made Jackson feel good that Bellamy wanted to be seen with him on a date. On the other, he did want Bellamy alone. And they had plenty of time to be seen together. "My place," he decided, trying not to hope too much that being in private might lead to more physical contact.
"Your place it is," Bellamy said, and started walking again. To Jackson's pleasure, Bellamy didn't let go of his hand even when they got to more crowded areas of the Ark. Jackson could tell Bellamy wasn't quite as relaxed when they got to the mess hall, but he still didn't try to pull away. It was more that he couldn't help being vigilant in crowds. Maybe it was the guard training, but Jackson suspected it had more to do with the guard with the broken nose.
Fortunately, they made it through the line without running into anyone who gave them trouble, and though they had to quit holding hands in order to balance their food trays, Bellamy didn't increase the distance between them.
When they got back to Jackson's rooms, he let himself in and left the door open for Bellamy to follow. He balanced his tray on the edge of the table to free a hand to clear the chess board and its pieces, hearing the door shut behind him. Then there was the soft click of Bellamy locking it that made Jackson smile.
When they finally settled at the table, Jackson couldn't stop smiling at Bellamy. "It's been a very long time since I've held hands with anyone in public."
Bellamy laughed and shook his head. "I was still in school the last time I did that. And it was a girl that time." He looked up at Jackson, still shaking his head. "Is it weird how much I liked holding your hand in front of Councilor Kane?"
Jackson snorted. "I don't know," he said. "If he'd stopped, I would have introduced you, but he was obviously occupied." He took a bite of his food.
"Nah, that's not why. It's just..." Bellamy shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway. How was your day?"
"Nothing exciting," Jackson said, spearing another bite of food. "Routine check ups, chronic patients, stuff like that. Tomorrow I go check on the kids in lockup, which is… occasionally exciting."
"They don't send you in there without guards, though," Bellamy said, giving Jackson a questioning look.
Jackson shook his head. "There's always a guard present, just inside the door to keep watch." He sighed. "I get it, but those kids get no privacy, so sometimes I feel like they don't tell me everything they should. Most of them aren't violent, anyway. I'd much prefer the guard outside the door in most cases, but I don't make the rules."
Bellamy frowned. "I'd think they would have different rules for non-violent offenders," he said. Then he sighed. "But sometimes I think our penal code needs some reform," he muttered.
"I completely agree," Jackson said, taking a bite of his food. After a moment, he laughed. "'What'd you do on your first date?' We discussed reforming the penal code," he teased, chuckling softly.
Bellamy laughed then. "Okay, sorry. Um. What's your favorite color?"
Jackson laughed. "Green," he said, "Favorite curse word?"
"Fuck," Bellamy said. "And blue." He was smiling, which Jackson thought might be a record for how long in consecutive minutes that Bellamy Blake had smiled. "Escape pod book," he said after a moment. "You can take one book, fiction or non. What is it?"
Jackson sat back and thought about that for a moment. "Depends. Am I escaping with other people who might eventually need medical care, or on my own?"
"Just you," Bellamy said.
Jackson gave Bellamy a lopsided smile. "Probably the one I loaned to you."
Bellamy smiled faintly. "I should finish reading it and give it back, then," he said. "Just in case. For me...well, you already know I'm a history nerd, right? So.... The Art of War by Sun-Tzu."
Jackson lifted his brows and leaned in, propping his head up in his hand. "Never read it. Is that fiction or non?"
"Non-fiction," Bellamy said, poking his fork at his food. "It's basically a manual of warfare. But what's weird is that it's also good advice for things like...well, not just war, but everything." He paused, then said, "I think there was a fad for a while of people using it for dating guidance and career guidance and everything."
"Hmm," Jackson hummed, eying Bellamy. "So give me some dating guidance," he murmured, letting his tone be slightly suggestive.
Bellamy laughed. "Uh, let's see...'To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.'" He met Jackson's gaze. "But honestly, I'm not sure you really needed that guidance."
Jackson stared at him for a moment. Bellamy was saying Jackson had broken his resistance? And without fighting to get there. "I get the feeling fighting you would have proven useless," he said. God, Jackson wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to kiss Bellamy now.
Bellamy made a thoughtful noise. After a few moments, he said, "You've seen first-hand how I react to people who fight me." He looked down at his plate for a few more heartbeats. "You didn't try to fight me. You tried to understand me."
Jackson wanted to say something about that generally being the best way to approach anyone, but he was afraid it might be the wrong thing to say. So he he slid his hand across the table, palm facing up. Maybe if Bellamy would take it, Jackson could kiss his fingers and see how that went.
Bellamy's hand slid across the table to meet his, curling his fingers slightly against Jackson's. When Jackson looked up, he saw that Bellamy's gaze was focused on his face. Bellamy didn't speak, but his brown eyes were steady as he watched Jackson.
Jackson held his gaze for a long moment, his heart starting to race. Part of him wanted to stand and tug Bellamy against him and kiss him roughly, but he still hadn't forgotten the skittish Bellamy from before, the one who'd flat out asked Jackson why he would want to feel more.
Jackson shifted forward, gently guiding Bellamy's hand toward him. He let his eyes flutter shut as he brushed his lips to Bellamy's knuckles, letting Bellamy see him be vulnerable.
He felt Bellamy's fingers tighten on his, and then as Jackson's lips brushed Bellamy's skin, he heard the swift intake of breath. "God," Bellamy breathed. "You're..." He trailed off, but Jackson could hear the desire in his voice. Bellamy tugged him gently closer. "Kiss me," Bellamy whispered.
Need washed over Jackson at those words. Bellamy certainly wasn't going to have to ask twice.
Jackson slid out of his chair, moving around the table just enough to lean down and cup his hands against Bellamy's cheeks. He tilted Bellamy's face up and pressed his lips to Bellamy's mouth.
Bellamy made an indistinct noise and curled his fingers in Jackson's hair. Then Jackson felt the angle of the kiss change as Bellamy stood and leaned into him. Bellamy's hand lifted to cup Jackson's jaw as the kiss deepened.
Jackson let out a contented sigh. The slide of Bellamy's tongue was sending desire racing through him, and it was so much better this time than it had been in what felt like ages because this was Bellamy.
Jackson slid his hands from Bellamy's face, down his neck and chest before wrapping his arms around Bellamy and pulling him tight against him.
"How did you do this?" Bellamy breathed, but he was kissing Jackson hard before Jackson could even begin to formulate an answer. Bellamy's fingers stroked down the back of Jackson's neck as Bellamy pressed his body against Jackson's. "J," Bellamy whispered.
Jackson was starting to forget that a question had been asked until Bellamy called him J. He sucked in a breath and drew back to look at Bellamy. He knew his expression was somewhere between hungry and pleased, and he licked his lips. "J?" he whispered, hoping Bellamy could hear from his tone how much he liked that.
Bellamy went still and met his gaze, but his fingers teased at the nape of Jackson's neck as Bellamy looked at him. "J," Bellamy breathed again. A moment later, Bellamy's lips pressed hungrily against his.
"Mmm," Jackson hummed. Bellamy didn't seem skittish in the least anymore. His kisses were demanding, and Jackson tried to match Bellamy's desire. He slid his fingers under the back of Bellamy's shirt, and when Bellamy didn't tense, he slid his hands up, pressing into Bellamy's bare back. "So sexy," he whispered.
Bellamy pulled back a little, enough to make Jackson wonder if he shouldn't have said that. Then he felt Bellamy's breath gust against his lips. "Yeah?" Bellamy murmured. Then Bellamy pressed parted lips against Jackson's, the kisses spaced out enough that Jackson was beginning to sense Bellamy's hesitance before Bellamy whispered, "J, wait."
Shit. Suddenly there was a sinking feeling in Jackson's chest. He pulled back enough to look at Bellamy, concern in his gaze. "Are you okay? Did I--was this too fast?"
"Shh." Bellamy pressed another kiss against Jackson's lips, then lowered his head to press his face against Jackson's neck. "This is good. I just..." He was panting, his breath gusting against Jackson's skin. "Just need to say something." One arm looped around Jackson's waist, keeping him from pulling away.
Jackson relaxed a little. Bellamy hadn't changed his mind, he just had something to get off his chest before they continued. Jackson tightened his hold on Bellamy. "Say it. Anything," he whispered.
Bellamy's lips brushed his neck, then Bellamy went still for a moment. "This is...I want so much more," he breathed, his voice shaky. "But I've never done more than this with another guy."
Oh. Jackson vaguely recalled that Bellamy said earlier the last time he'd held hands with someone in public, it had been a girl, and Jackson had wanted to ask at the time if Bellamy ever dated a guy, but the conversation had drifted away from that too quickly.
Jackson stroked his hands over Bellamy's back. He couldn't deny the idea of being Bellamy's first was a turn-on, but he knew that meant he had to be more… reverential about this than he was with the other men he'd been with in the past few years.
He smiled faintly and pressed a kiss to Bellamy's hair. "I haven't so much as ever held a girl's hand in anything other than a platonic way, so you're probably more well-rounded than I am," he said, hoping the dumb joke might relax Bellamy.
Bellamy snorted in amusement. "I've kissed guys before," he informed Jackson, ducking his head to kiss Jackson's throat. "I've just never done more."
Jackson grinned. "My point was that I've never even kissed anyone of a different gender, so you're maybe more experienced than me in some ways." He slid his fingers into Bellamy's hair, enjoying Bellamy's lips on him. "Not in the best ways, obviously," he teased, drawing his hands over Bellamy's shoulder blades.
He heard Bellamy groan a moment before he pressed into Jackson's touch. "Just thought you should know before I asked you to touch me," Bellamy panted against Jackson's ear.
"Anything you want," Jackson said, "I'll give you." He closed his fingers in Bellamy's hair and pulled Bell back just enough to kiss his lips. God, restraining himself might kill him, but he had to. "And if you say the word, I'll stop."
Bellamy laughed quietly. "If you stop, I'll be fucking pissed," he murmured, sliding his fingers into Jackson's hair. "I didn't tell you that because I'm scared." He murmured. "Just because I thought you should know." His lips trailed against Jackson's jaw.
Jackson swallowed that the first time he'd had anal sex, it hurt, and that while Bellamy didn't want him to stop now, he might later. "I didn't think you were scared," he whispered. He kissed Bell again, this time deepening it until Bellamy was breathless
When he pulled back the next time, Bellamy's fingers were curled tightly in his hair, and Bellamy was panting against his lips. "Good," Bellamy breathed. "Because I want you so much."
Oh, God. Jackson kissed him and started to guide Bellamy toward his bed. "How much?" he breathed. Maybe bed wasn't where he should go right away, but he trusted Bellamy to stop anything he was uncomfortable with.
Bellamy was panting against Jackson's mouth, and his fingers were curled at the nape of Jackson's neck. He pulled Jackson in for a demanding kiss, and then breathed, "Fuck me," against Jackson's lips.
Jackson drew in a sharp breath, slightly shocked at how much Bellamy was willing to give him so fast. "Fuck," Jackson panted, but he pressed Bellamy against his bed anyway. "We can take it slow," he panted, kissing Bellamy's jaw.
Bellamy made a noise of desire, and then when Jackson pulled back, Bellamy met his gaze. "I trust you," Bellamy breathed, reaching for him.
"I know," Jackson said, ducking his head to nip at Bellamy's jaw. "Let's get you out of this," he panted, tugging at Bellamy's shirt.
He felt Bellamy's breathing hitch against his chest, and then Bellamy pulled back to tug his shirt over his head. "You too," Bellamy said.
Jackson waited to take his shirt off, wanting to admire Bellamy's strong chest and shoulders for a moment, but as soon as Bellamy tossed his shirt aside, Jackson found himself frowning.
Bellamy's torso had several bruises. Most seemed to be fading, except for one against Bellamy's ribs that looked fresh. "Bellamy," Jackson said, reaching out to brush his fingers over the freshest bruise. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you about a couple bruises, Doctor Jackson?" Bellamy said, arching an eyebrow. He covered Jackson's hand with his own and guided it away from the bruise. "Bruises come with the job."
Jackson drew a deep breath. He'd obviously slipped into doctor voice just then without realizing. He needed to learn not to do that.
He leaned down to kiss Bellamy's throat, thinking that Bellamy was possibly downplaying what might have been the result of more bullying. And then Jackson remembered the guard with the broken nose looking at him this morning and froze. "That wasn't because of me, was it?"
He felt Bellamy sigh. "I just had another 'friendly conversation' with Heron during training," he muttered, "to remind him I'm the one they hate, not you. Now will you take your damn shirt off? I want to touch you." His tone had shifted when he mentioned training, but by the end it had lightened to amused frustration.
Jackson huffed, thinking if this Heron guy hurt Bellamy again, he might have to have his own 'friendly conversation' with him, but he sat back and did what Bellamy wanted.
He tugged his shirt off over his head. "Which one's Heron?" he asked, muffled in fabric, and then tossed his shirt aside. He didn't lean back down right away so that Bellamy could look at him. He hadn't missed how Bellamy had looked the first time Jackson undressed in front of him, and how Bellamy hadn't let himself look very long.
Bellamy's hands splayed against Jackson's stomach, stroking up to his ribs. "Don't worry about him," Bellamy murmured, and lifted his head to kiss Jackson.
"I worry about you," he whispered, leaning down and giving Bellamy the kiss he wanted. He shifted his weight down to press against him, trying to balance himself more against the side of Bellamy that wasn't bruised.
"Sexy," he whispered, then kissed Bellamy hard before he could respond, his hands sliding over Bellamy's shoulders and into his hair.
Bellamy made an appreciative noise into the kiss, returning it hungrily. He wrapped one arm around Jackson, the other still stroking Jackson's side. He broke the kiss long enough to mumble, "So're you," and then kissed Jackson again. He shifted his hips against Jackson's, letting him feel how excited he was already.
Jackson groaned against Bellamy's mouth at that, and he thrust gently against Bellamy as he ducked his head to kiss Bellamy's neck. God, this was really happening, wasn't it? This wasn't the fantasy Jackson had dreamed up this morning?
He bit gently at Bellamy's Adam's apple, but then made himself stop and kiss where his teeth had just been. Jackson didn't mind a little pain with his pleasure, but Bellamy got hurt too often.
Bellamy arched his neck, pressing into Jackson's mouth. "Feels so good," he said. "God. Want you naked."
Jackson chuckled against his skin, shifting down to lick at Bellamy's shoulder. "There's no rush," he whispered, even though the idea of tearing off Bellamy's clothes and getting him writhing under him sent a thrill through Jackson. He needed to be better than that this time, though.
Bellamy groaned impatiently, but his fingers slid into Jackson's hair, so he must not mind the slow pace too much. "Mm, J," he breathed, stroking his other hand over Jackson's back.
Jackson grinned at his new nickname, and lowered his head to plant a series of small, wet kisses over Bellamy's collarbone. If Bellamy was going to give him a nickname, Jackson would do the same. "Bell," he whispered, sliding his hands down to Bellamy's hips and thrusting gently again.
Bellamy's laughter faded into a wanting noise as his hips jerked against Jackson's. "God," he panted. "I've wanted you for so long. Is this real?"
Jackson was breathing harder against Bellamy's skin. "I fucking hope so," he breathed, thrusting again and he sucked gently at Bellamy's nipple.
Bellamy made a noise and arched against Jackson's mouth, his fingers tightening briefly in his hair.
The brief tug against Jackson's scalp felt nice. "Can pull," he whispered. He trapped the hardened nipple gently between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it, sliding his hand down to rub Bellamy's cock through his pants. God, he didn't know how much longer he could stand Bellamy not being naked.
Bellamy's hips bucked and he whimpered. "Nnh, you're killing me," he gasped, tugging Jackson's hair again.
Jackson groaned at that. "Me too," he panted.
Fuck it.
Jackson slid back up to kiss Bellamy hungrily. "Naked," he said, tugging at the button of Bellamy's pants.
Bellamy let out a breathless laugh and pushed Jackson's hands out of the way. "Let me. Faster." He pressed on Jackson's chest until Jackson sat back, letting Bellamy up, too. Bellamy started tugging at the laces on his boots. He glanced over at Jackson. "You, too," he ordered.
Jackson couldn't help smiling at him. Bellamy was giving him orders now? There was the confidence Jackson had originally expected. Or some of it, at least.
Jackson did what he was told, pulling off his shoes, and then shifted to get out of his pants. "This morning in the mess I was thinking I'd be lucky if I could even get a kiss out of you," he teased gently.
Bellamy was down to his boxers. He paused, giving Jackson a mock glare, and then leaned in to press his lips against Jackson's. His hands were on Jackson's shoulders, and the next thing Jackson knew he was half on his back, Bellamy straddling his hips. "You underestimated me," Bellamy growled, and kissed him harder.
Jackson couldn't help but moan into the kiss, Bellamy's sudden aggression catching him off guard. But in such a good way.
Jackson felt his face heat as the aching need in his boxers pressed against Bellamy as they kissed. "What do I have to do," he panted between hungry kisses, "to get you to keep proving me wrong?"
Bellamy chuckled against his mouth. "Keep being you," he murmured, stroking a hand down along Jackson's side. "You're fucking sexy."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, resting back all the way so he could wrap his arms around Bellamy and hold him against him. Now that Bellamy was in the dominant position, Jackson wasn't sure if that meant he wanted to top now rather than be topped. Jackson couldn't remember the last time he'd let someone else fuck him, probably at least five years ago, but this was Bellamy Blake, and hadn't he been trying to show Bellamy it was okay to let yourself be vulnerable?
Stop thinking. Just see where this goes, he told himself and slid his hands down to grip Bellamy's ass, tugging their hips together.
Bellamy's lips were trailing across Jackson's jaw as he alternated kisses and tiny nibbles. "I have wanted to do this," he breathed between kisses, "since the day I came into Medical four months ago with two fractured ribs." He reached Jackson's ear and whispered, "I could tell you were pissed. Turned me on." He closed his teeth gently on Jackson's ear lobe.
Even the memory of it made Jackson angry. That was the first time he'd realized that Bellamy wasn't brawling, but was being bullied. He'd tried very hard to remain professional with Bellamy that day, but clearly his anger had shown.
It was hard holding onto anger right now, though, with Bellamy's mouth on him. "Thought I was more professional than that," he murmured, turning his head to offer more of himself to Bell.
Bellamy pulled slowly away, letting his teeth drag against Jackson's earlobe. "You were professional," he breathed, and then Jackson felt Bellamy's hand on his chin, turning Jackson to face him. "But I needed you to be angry. I needed--I needed someone to see me properly." He dipped his head for a surprisingly tender kiss. "Thank you."
That kiss took Jackson's breath away, and the expression on Bellamy's face was more affectionate than it had ever been. God. Jackson's chest was aching. Was Bellamy starting to fall in love with him? For that matter, was he falling for Bellamy? Was this happening too fast?
Jackson cupped his cheek, and when he spoke again, his voice was shaking a little. "I thought you'd never forgive me for benching you for so long after that. And now you're thanking me." He lifted his head for another gentle kiss.
Bellamy hummed into the kiss. "Not for benching me," he said, sounding amused, but he kissed Jackson again.
Jackson smiled against Bellamy's lips. "I know," he whispered. He sighed happily into another kiss. "Maybe the best first date ever," he breathed.
That made Bellamy laugh softly. "Definitely beats any of my other first dates," he agreed, smoothing a hand across Jackson's chest. He started kissing his way down Jackson's neck.
"Bell," Jackson murmured, pressing up into Bellamy's mouth. He squeezed Bellamy's ass again, wanting to tell Bellamy he wanted him, but he wanted more to be what Bellamy wanted. What Bellamy needed. "So good."
Bellamy hummed, pressing his erection to Jackson's and rolling his hips. He sucked gently at Jackson's skin. "God, I want you to show me everything," he whispered.
Jackson smiled and stroked his fingers into Bellamy's hair. "Everything's a lot," he said. "What do you want most right now? We'll start there."
He felt Bellamy's breath puff against his skin as he laughed. "Thought I already told you to fuck me," Bell murmured, his voice low.
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, smiling. "And then you jumped me, and I wasn't sure you hadn't decided you wanted to fuck me instead." He kept stroking Bell's hair. God, Bell always wore it slicked back, but it was so sexy hanging in loose waves around his face.
He felt Bellamy's breathing hitch, but Bell just shook his head. "I want that, but not tonight," he murmured.
Jackson swallowed hard, finding himself slightly relieved. He nudged Bellamy up and kissed him slowly. "I haven't let anyone have me like that in probably five years," he whispered. "But I'll let you, when you're ready." He nudged Bellamy again, this time to guide him off to Jackson's side so that they could shift to their sides, facing each other.
"Yeah?" Bellamy murmured, watching him. His expression was oddly open, but there was no mistaking the desire there. Bellamy's hands kept roaming Jackson's skin, almost like he couldn't get enough of touching him.
"Yeah," Jackson whispered, slipping his fingers into Bellamy's boxers and pushing them down. "Off," he said, and Bellamy shifted to kick off his boxers as Jackson did the same. He pulled away just enough to grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand, then started kissing down Bellamy's body.
He kissed Bellamy's neck and shoulder, drew his tongue over Bell's nipple, then placed another kiss just under his belly button before sliding his lips around Bellamy's cock.
"Oh, fuck," Bellamy gasped, arching into Jackson's mouth. His fingers slid into Jackson's hair.
Jackson hummed around Bellamy, pleased. He wanted Bellamy to finish after they fucked, but for now he was going to make Bellamy as relaxed as possible before asking him to roll over. He swirled his tongue around Bellamy, sucking as he cupped Bell's balls in his hand, massaging gently.
"God, J," Bell panted. "That--" He broke off with a groan.
Jackson tried not to chuckle at Bellamy's complete incoherence, but he wound up breathing a laugh anyway. He lid his mouth and tongue over Bellamy for another minute, enjoying the noises he was getting from Bell, before he pulled away and smiled up at Bellamy. "Roll over," he murmured, making his tone more suggestive than demanding. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Bellamy held his gaze for a moment, but then he obeyed. "I want to see your face," he said, but it didn't sound like a protest. It was more like Bellamy wanted to voice his preferences without actually arguing.
"You will," Jackson promised, shifting to his knees behind Bellamy. "You'll like this, though." Oh, God, Bellamy was so beautiful like this, just offering himself to Jackson. Jackson smoothed his hands over Bell's ass, then leaned in and drew his tongue along the tight pucker of Bell's entrance.
He heard Bellamy hiss, and then Bellamy dropped forward to his forearms, almost like he couldn't help it. "J--" he managed. His head was down, and the muscular lines of Bellamy's back were tense--with desire, Jackson hoped.
Jackson pressed in closer, planting a wet kiss against Bell's entrance and then circling it with his tongue. Bellamy made a noise that was suspiciously like a whimper and Jackson couldn't help but smile as he pressed his tongue just barely inside, trying to loosen the tight ring of muscle.
Yes, that was definitely a whimper. He heard Bellamy's breathing go ragged. "Please," Bellamy managed.
Was that a 'please continue' or a 'please fuck me'? The need in Bellamy's voice was overwhelming. Jackson wondered if he could drive Bellamy to be more specific, so he continued what he was doing, licking and kissing and prodding with his tongue.
Bellamy was breathing hard and he had buried his face in his arms. He let out a loud noise of wanting. "God, please, J," he panted. "F-fuck me."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, and pulled back, nudging Bellamy's hip. "Roll back over," he murmured, fumbling with the bottle of lube and slicking his fingers as Bellamy settled on his back. He glanced up at Bellamy to see his cheeks were flushed.
God, how had Jackson gotten so lucky? He leaned up and kissed Bellamy hard, pressing the tip of his finger just inside Bellamy, waiting for any sign of tension or discomfort.
Bellamy's hands stroked along Jackson's sides. "I won't break," he panted, his gaze on Jackson's.
Jackson gave him a faint smile and kissed him gently. "I know," he whispered, "but I don't want to hurt you." He pressed deeper anyway, watching Bellamy's face.
He felt Bellamy's breathing change, but those brown eyes stayed fixed on his. Bellamy exhaled, pushing lightly into Jackson's touch. "Come on," Bellamy panted.
Jackson huffed a small breath and leaned in to kiss Bellamy slowly, sliding his finger in all the way, and then crooking it just a little.
Bellamy made a noise halfway between a whimper and a groan, his fingernails digging into Jackson's shoulders. But after he caught his breath, Bell gasped, "Take."
Jackson sucked in a breath and kissed Bellamy's jaw. "Not yet," he insisted. He did not want Bellamy's first time to be as painful as his own was, if he could help it. "Want this to feel good, as much as I can." He worked his finger in and out a few more times before, very slowly, adding a second.
He felt Bellamy tense, and then Bell exhaled in a noise that was almost pained, but full of wanting at the same time. "So--so patient," Bell panted. His fingers were curled in Jackson's hair possessively but not demanding. "Does feel good," he managed.
"Good," Jackson breathed. Obviously Bellamy was pushing himself, but Jackson didn't think he'd say it felt good if it wasn't at least partially true.
Jackson let his fingers work and pressed his lips to Bellamy's ear. "I'm patient because I want what's best for you. I'd like to fuck you until you can't remember your name right now, and another night, maybe I will, but this time isn't about me. I want this to be special."
Bellamy panted a laugh, his body relaxing as he did. After a couple of deep breaths, Bellamy managed, "It is special." His fingers laced in Jackson's hair and Bellamy tugged him in for a kiss. "So good," he breathed.
"Feel so nice," Jackson murmured, slipping a third finger inside and deciding to distract Bellamy with words. "I can't wait to be inside you. Can't wait until my cock is engulfed in that tightness, that heat. You."
"God," Bellamy breathed, his eyes widening momentarily. "You keep surprising me," he said, his voice low and heated.
Jackson breathed a laugh. "Mmm," he hummed. "Nerdy doctors aren't supposed to be sexy?" he whispered.
"I knew you were sexy," Bellamy murmured. "Just wasn't expecting you to talk like this." He tugged Jackson in for a hungry kiss.
Jackson smiled against Bellamy's mouth, his fingers working inside of Bellamy still. God, if he could take this… "I want you," Jackson panted.
Bellamy groaned, arching under him. "Please, yes," he said.
Jackson slowly pulled his fingers away, sitting back enough to slick his cock with more lube, and then he leaned back down, kissing Bellamy slowly. He pulled back just enough to position himself and watch Bellamy's face as he pressed inside.
Bellamy's gaze was on him, his mouth open as he panted. Jackson saw discomfort flicker across his expression briefly, but then it faded into something almost like wonder. "God, J," he panted.
Jackson almost couldn't believe they were doing this either, so he found himself smiling faintly at the expression on Bellamy's face. The tight heat around the head of his cock felt amazing, and his body was begging for more, but he continued to move as slowly into Bellamy as he could manage.
Since there was no pain on Bellamy's face, Jackson leaned down and kissed him as he sank inside, his own breath going ragged. "You feel so good," he whispered between kisses. "Tell me to stop if I hurt you."
"Don't stop," Bellamy managed, his fingers sifting through Jackson's hair. He arched up against Jackson, panting, and kissed him again.
Jackson moaned softly into the kiss and started to rock his hips, his thrusts slow and shallow. One arm supported him, while the other roamed Bellamy's chest, trying to feel if there was any tension in Bellamy's body that didn't feel right. "God, Bell," Jackson panted, trying to keep control of his body as it started humming with need. "Thank you."
Bellamy's breathing kept hitching, but it seemed to be enjoyment rather than discomfort that caused it. The hand in Jackson's hair stroked down to curl at the back of his neck, then slid down to his shoulder. "Tha--huh?" he managed when the kiss ended. His hand stroked back up Jackson's neck, messing up his hair.
"For letting me be the first," Jackson whispered, then gave Bellamy a crooked smile. "And on date one. You're so easy," he teased, then leaned down to kiss Bellamy. Nothing about Bellamy had been easy, actually, but that didn't matter right now.
He felt Bellamy give a surprised laugh. His fingers tightened in Jackson's hair as Bellamy returned his kiss. "Wasn't sex I was afraid of," Bellamy murmured against his lips. He kissed Jackson again. "Was letting you in."
Jackson drew a shaky breath. "Too late to turn back now," he breathed, willing his body to continue this labored pace even though it was begging for more. He liked Bellamy talking like this.
"Don't want to," Bellamy breathed, wrapping his free arm around Jackson's waist. "God, this feels good." He kissed Jackson hungrily, clenching around him at the same time.
Jackson gasped, unable to keep his hips from jerking forward at that, which drew a surprised moan from Bellamy against his mouth. Bellamy's fingers tightened in his hair, but the hunger in his kiss only intensified. Bellamy was obviously ready for more.
Thank God.
Jackson started drawing each thrust out, up and down his full length as he picked up his pace a little. "Still good?" he panted.
Bellamy let out a low groan. "G--God yes," he managed. "More." He tugged Jackson's hair a little harder, his lips moving along Jackson's jaw.
Jackson almost asked if Bellamy was sure, but of course he was. And Bellamy's lips on his jaw, and the way Bellamy was demanding with him… God, Jackson had to give Bell what they both wanted. He slid his hand to Bellamy's hip, bracing Bellamy's body as his thrusts grew more demanding. "Bell," he moaned.
Bellamy gasped with the first few thrusts, but he managed to breathe, "Yeah," which encouraged Jackson to keep going. Bellamy's hand at his waist slid down to cup his ass demandingly. "Good, J," he gasped.
It had been too long since Jackson had last done this. Maybe nine months. Jackson wasn't sure he was going to last as long as he really wanted to. Bellamy felt amazing, and Jackson could already feel the tension coiling in his body for release.
Bellamy had apparently forgotten that he'd been tugging Jackson's head back to kiss his jaw, so Jackson lowered his head back down for another kiss, then worked his way down Bellamy's neck. "Feels amazing," he murmured.
Bellamy groaned, arching under him. He panted something that maybe was supposed to be coherent, but it didn't really sound like a word. Bellamy's hand was in his hair again, and Jackson was pretty sure Bellamy wasn't thinking anymore at all.
"Perfect," Jackson panted, biting lightly at Bellamy's Adam's apple. He was so close to the edge, and he didn't want this to end, but he couldn't bring himself to slow down.
Bellamy's hands urged him on. Each of Jackson's thrusts was driving low noises of pleasure from him. "Yes," he gasped.
Jackson drove into Bellamy a few more times before he came, groaning against Bell's skin as his hips slowed. He drew out every ounce of pleasure before he stilled. "God, Bell," he mumbled, slumping on top of him. "Wanted to last longer," he panted, closing his eyes. "S'rry. S'been a while."
He felt Bellamy's chest heaving under him as he chuckled breathlessly. A hand stroked up his back. "Don't need to apologize," Bellamy murmured. "Probably been...longer for...me anyway," he added, obviously still trying to catch his breath. "Prob'ly come as soon as you touch me."
"Mmm, let's test that theory," Jackson huffed, smiling. "As soon as I can breathe again."
Bellamy laughed again, his fingers rubbing circles against Jackson's scalp, but didn't say anything. Jackson could feel the tension of desire in Bellamy's body, despite the tender way Bellamy was touching him.
He stayed where he was until his breathing evened out again, and then shifted up enough to kiss Bellamy slowly before moving down his body.
He looked up to see Bellamy was watching him, and he held his gaze as he closed his mouth around Bellamy's cock.
"God," Bellamy breathed, watching him hungrily. His fingers stayed in Jackson's hair but he slid his free hand behind his head so he could see Jackson better. "You're gorgeous," Bellamy whispered after a moment.
Not like you. You look like there should be a statue of you in some crumbling Earth museum, Jackson thought. He smiled with his eyes, though, and made an appreciative noise against Bellamy's shaft.
He felt Bellamy's muscles tense as Bellamy's eyes closed for a moment. He opened them again almost at once, his gaze hot on Jackson's face. "Feel so good," he panted.
Jackson hummed again, then closed his eyes and went to work, sucking and swirling his tongue. He stroked his hands over Bellamy's hips and up to his chest, roaming every inch of skin.
Between the raggedness of Bellamy's breathing and the way his hips kept jerking, Jackson could tell it wouldn't take long. When he glanced up again, Bellamy had his eyes closed, his head pressed back into the pillow and his mouth open. "J--" he gasped. "J--close--"
Jackson slid a hand down to gently squeeze Bellamy's balls as he continued sucking, and it only took a few more bobs of his head before Bellamy was coming with a groan, pulsing into Jackson's mouth. He continued sucking more gently until he was positive Bellamy was done, and then pulled back to look at Bellamy as he swallowed.
Bellamy was watching him again, from under half-lowered eyelids. "God," he panted, rubbing a hand over his face and shoving his hair off his forehead. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, then just gave a breathless laugh. "God."
Jackson felt like his smile was probably a little stupid as he moved forward and settled against Bellamy's side, but Bellamy just looked so relaxed and happy. Jackson draped his arm over Bell's sweat-damp chest. "Need to mess up your hair more often," he murmured, kissing Bellamy's jaw before resting his cheek against Bellamy's shoulder.
"Oh, God." Bellamy laughed. "If that's how you're planning on doing it, be my guest." He hummed a contented noise. "I feel incredible."
"Oh, good," Jackson said lightly. It was pretty obvious how good Bellamy felt. For that matter, Jackson felt pretty incredible too. He'd forgotten how much better sex was with someone he cared about. "I feel pretty amazing too."
Bellamy let out a long sigh, and Jackson realized there was no tension in Bellamy's body. "You called me Bell," he murmured, turning his head enough to brush his nose against Jackson's hair.
Jackson breathed a laugh. "You called me J. No one's ever called me that." He tightened his arm around Bell's chest.
"That okay?" Bellamy's voice was soft and a little sleepy. He lifted his free hand to trace along Jackson's arm.
"I like it," Jackson said, letting out a contented sigh at the way Bellamy was touching him. He pressed his lips to Bell's neck. "I probably can't convince you to stay, can I?" Jackson hoped Bellamy would prove him wrong, but Bellamy's mom seemed a little controlling and Jackson doubted she would appreciate Bellamy not coming home tonight.
Bellamy took a couple of slow breaths before answering. "I'd like to," he murmured. "But my mom would probably panic. She's..." He trailed off. "I didn't tell her I would be out all night." He chuckled and kissed Jackson's hair. "I didn't know that was a possibility."
Jackson smiled. "It is," he said. "You have a boyfriend with his own place now, and he's spent too many nights alone." He kissed Bellamy's neck again.
"Hm, I have a boyfriend, huh?" Bellamy said. His tone was pleased, but he was obviously surprised.
Jackson traced his fingertips over Bell's shoulder. "I was hoping so," he breathed, and smiled faintly. "As long as he's me, that is."
Bellamy laughed and shifted so he could kiss Jackson. "How did I get this lucky?" he murmured against Jackson's lips.
"You made me leave work," Jackson whispered, feeling suddenly like it was harder to breathe. He kissed Bellamy again. "You let me in."
"You wore down my resistance," Bellamy said. He stroked his fingers through Jackson's hair and pushed up on one elbow to kiss Jackson more thoroughly.
Suddenly, whatever this messy emotion Jackson was feeling for Bellamy was mixed with renewed desire. He let Bellamy control the kiss, enjoying his confidence. "Love the way you kiss me," he whispered when Bellamy pulled back a little.
Bellamy smiled slowly at him. "I guess since you're my boyfriend, I'll have to kiss you more often," he whispered back. He cupped Jackson's cheek for another tender kiss, then sighed and sat up. "But not tonight."
Jackson made a noise of frustration, and reached out to touch Bellamy's hip. "No time for a round two?" he said, smiling faintly. He hated that Bellamy had to leave, but he understood.
"It's late." Bellamy's fingers curled around his. "And I'll see you tomorrow," he promised.
"Okay," Jackson said, then he squeezed Bellamy's fingers and let go to tug his sheets up to his waist. "Work on your mom for me?"
Bellamy stood and started dragging on his clothes. "I will. She's just..." He tugged his shirt on and then tilted his head, considering, while Jackson admired the way his hair curled down into his eyes. "Skittish," Bellamy said finally, and started putting on his boots.
Kinda like someone else I know, Jackson thought, but kept to himself. He had a feeling if he could just have dinner with Bellamy and his mother, he could win her over, but he didn't push the idea. "Okay," he said instead. "I want one more kiss before you leave," he added, his gaze roaming over Bellamy.
God, if anyone had seen Bellamy enter Jackson's place looking crisp, and then seen him leave with messy hair and rumpled clothes, they would know exactly what had just happened.
Bellamy grinned at him and leaned down, planting one hand on either side of Jackson's hips and kissing him softly. "I wasn't going to leave without one more kiss," he murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow," and stole one more kiss before pulling away.
"See you," Jackson said, and watched as Bellamy slipped out the door, locking it from the inside.
Chapter Three
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Bellamy/Jackson, mentions of Abby Griffin/Jake Griffin
Rating: NC-17/FRAO
WC: ~82,000
Characters: Bellamy Blake, Jackson, Octavia Blake, Aurora Blake, Marcus Kane, Inspector Grus, Abby Griffin, Clarke Griffin, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, various OCs
Warnings: Bullying, minor character death, alcohol abuse
Notes: We're posting in chapters, but this is not a WIP. We also stayed mostly canon-compliant, but hand-waved a few things while writing this. The Ark doesn't have a limited supply of water in this fic. The timeline of Monty & Jasper's arrest is moved up a bit. And Jackson's backstory is AU, as this was written before 3x10, "Fallen", revealed info about Jackson's mother. Also, neither of us speak Hindi, so the single sentence we wrote in Hindi was googled. If you speak Hindi, and we got it wrong, our feelings will not be hurt if you correct us. :)
Summary: Bellamy Blake isn't one of the privileged on the Ark. His life as a guard cadet would be a lot easier if he weren't trying to keep his mother's secrets and protect his sister. What Bellamy doesn't realize is just how much a certain doctor has figured out about his problems, and how much Doctor Jackson wants to help.
Previous Chapters: Chapter One, Chapter Two - Part One
Chapter Two - Part Two
Jackson woke up with an erection that demanded attention, and in a sleepy fog considered finding someone good looking to fuck today before he remembered Bellamy. He'd gotten used to casual sex. Casual sex was easy and didn't take time from his job.
Bellamy was messy and difficult and time-consuming. But Jackson was finding that strangely thrilling for the first time in a long time. Since he'd let his job become his identity and slowly erode the last real romantic relationship he'd had in years.
Jackson glanced around the room to make sure Bellamy hadn't stayed the night, then stroked himself. He thought about the last time he had sex, but he replaced the handsome stranger from that night with Bellamy in his mind. It wasn't long before he was panting and sweaty, but sated.
He showered quickly and dressed, then headed for the door… which didn't open when he tried the handle.
He blinked at it for a moment, and then it dawned on him that Bellamy had locked him in. He couldn't suppress the grin that spread across his face. He knew he was bad about taking care of himself, but Bellamy clearly wanted him safe.
Jackson unlocked the door and let himself out, then headed to the mess to grab coffee and food to eat at his desk.
Abby got behind him in line, and instead of letting him leave, she steered him to a table. "You look more rested," she said casually.
Jackson smiled faintly as he sat across from her. "I got a solid…" He glanced at his watch and felt his eyes widen. "Oh my God, ten hours of sleep."
Abby laughed. "My opinion of Bellamy Blake just rose several points," she said, her voice soft. "He lurked outside Medical for ten minutes last night before you showed up, by the way."
Jackson felt his smile strengthen and his cheeks grow warmer. "Really?" he said, then shook his head and looked at his plate. Of course, really. "He's, ah… not like I expected, but I'm enjoying his company."
"What were you expecting?" she asked. She was focusing on her breakfast, but he could tell from her posture that she was genuinely interested.
That someone with his anger might be quicker to try to rip my clothes off and fuck me raw as soon as I made it clear I was attracted to him, Jackson thought, but obviously couldn't say. "More confidence," he settled on instead.
"Hmm." She glanced up at him. "Sometimes a person who carries around as much anger as I've seen in Bellamy is trying to mask some perceived deficiency in himself." Her gaze was thoughtful. "Not that that's my professional opinion, of course," she added with a touch of humor. "I think last night I got more words out of him than I did in several months of treating him for various brawling injuries."
Jackson took a bite of his food and tried to remember what had been said the night before. After a moment, he sighed. He'd been more tired than he'd realized at the time. "I really just remember him calling you 'ma'am' repeatedly." He tried for a moment to remember when he'd stopped calling Abby 'Doctor Griffin', but couldn't. "Can't say he doesn't have manners. Even if he occasionally forgets them under duress."
Abby laughed. "I suppose so." She looked past Jackson, then, her expression shifting a little. "Speak of the devil," she murmured. "Someone's looking sharp with his cadet unit."
Jackson looked up casually in time to see Bellamy come in with a group of cadets. Bellamy wasn't laughing with the others, but he didn't actually look unhappy. His gaze swept the mess hall in what looked like an instinctive habit, then he saw Jackson and smiled.
Jackson smiled back automatically. God, he was handsome. Jackson liked the way he looked in that uniform too.
Jackson was tempted to walk over and say hi, but Bellamy might not want to be bothered while he was with his co-workers. Or maybe he'd be embarrassed if Jackson was accidentally too affectionate. So Jackson just lifted his hand in a small wave.
Bellamy's smile widened, but then one of his fellow cadets said something to him. Bellamy ducked his head, laughing, and then the other two glanced over at Jackson.
"So he can smile," Abby murmured.
Jackson looked back at the two young men who were looking at him, wondering what they'd just said to Bellamy, then gave them a small nod and turned back around to face Abby. "He's more than capable."
Abby was smirking at him.
"What?" Jackson said, giving her a look that was playfully annoyed.
"Nothing," she said innocently. "It's sweet. Are you blushing?"
"No," Jackson said, though he hadn't noticed until just then how warm his cheeks were. "I don't blush." He ducked his head to look at his plate and took another bite.
"Mmm, well, you have approximately five seconds before your cadet catches you blushing," Abby said. She stood. "Take your time eating, Jackson." And then she left. Behind him, he heard her say, "Good morning, Cadet Blake. Well done."
And to his surprise, Bellamy laughed. "Thank you, Doctor Griffin." Then Bellamy was sliding into the chair across from his, a cup of coffee in hand.
Jackson's face still felt warm, but he smiled at Bellamy anyway. "Busy morning?" he asked.
"Not yet," Bellamy said. He looked warmly at Jackson, but there was something hesitant in his expression. "Gillmer and Barton asked why I was in a good mood this morning. Since I was looking at you when they asked, they kind of put two and two together." He sipped his coffee. "Hope you don't mind."
Jackson's brows rose. What exactly did that mean? Had Bellamy told his friends they'd been flirting? Or implied they were a couple? Or even let it be assumed that Bellamy was in a good mood because he'd gotten laid the night before? "Why would I mind?" he asked, hoping Bellamy's response would shed some light on what exactly the other cadets had 'put together'.
"Well, you were all worried last night about doctor ethics and restraint, and I'm pretty sure Gillmer and Barton don't give a shit about ethics and don't think we've exercised any restraint." Bellamy gave Jackson a look that was almost a smirk.
Oh, now Jackson was blushing. He huffed a breath, staring at Bellamy. "Wow."
Bellamy snorted a laugh, glancing down at the table. "I just said I finally found a good chess partner, but I'm pretty sure they saw through that." He looked up at Jackson. "So. You know." He shrugged a shoulder and sipped his coffee again.
Jackson kept staring at him for a moment, then dropped his gaze to his plate, not sure how he felt. Bellamy was letting his friends think he was getting laid, making himself look cool within what was probably a very alpha male culture of the guard, while not actually showing Jackson much physical affection at all. It was weird. "I hope, eventually, you'll be able to follow through with at least some of what they assume has already happened," he said, sipping his own coffee.
Bellamy's brows drew together and he sighed. After a moment he leaned forward and very deliberately set his coffee cup down to put his hand on Jackson's. "Okay, that didn't come across the way I meant it to," he muttered. "They asked what had me in a good mood, saw I was looking at you, and obviously thought we're sleeping together. I said we weren't, but...that I liked you. It's not--I was just..." He sat back again. "I was just trying to say you made me happy today, that's all."
Jackson felt himself start to relax as Bellamy spoke. Maybe he'd overreacted, Jackson though. He gave Bellamy a small smile, very aware that Bell's hand was still covering his. "I'm glad," he said. "I was pretty happy when I woke up this morning." He lifted a finger under Bell's hand, pressing the back of it to Bellamy's palm.
Bellamy smiled back at him. "Good." He huffed a breath. "It's probably pretty obvious it's been a long time since I...y'know...spent time with someone I really liked. I'm probably bad at this." He jerked his gaze up, then pulled away. "Hey, sorry, I need to go," he said. There was a tension in his frame that hadn't been there a moment ago. "I'll--swing by tonight?"
Without waiting for a response, he was gone.
Jackson opened his mouth to call after Bellamy to be careful, but when he glanced over to where Bell had just been looking, there were a few men in guard uniforms who were watching Bellamy in a way that made Jackson entirely uncomfortable.
One of them, the one with the broken nose, was looking at Jackson. Jackson automatically shut his mouth and turned back the other direction. Fuck, had Bellamy darted away like that to keep those assholes from noticing him? It clearly hadn't been fast enough.
God, he hoped Bellamy wasn't going to wind up in Medical today with new injuries.
But the day passed uneventfully, with just a few routine illnesses and a couple of checkups for their chronic patients. Jackson lost track of time until Abby's hand rested on his shoulder.
"Bellamy's here to see you," she said. "Get out of here, and don't let me see you until tomorrow." Her gaze was warm and she leaned in. "He seems to be making a quite an effort."
Then she was gone. When Jackson turned towards the entrance to Medical, Bellamy was standing there, shifting his weight. He wasn't in uniform anymore, and he looked like he was fresh out of the shower. He had a tentative smile on his face.
"Doctor Griffin said you were wrapping up," he ventured.
Jackson smiled back, maybe too affectionately. In the back of his mind, he wondered what fresh-out-of-the-shower Bellamy tasted like.
"She lied," he said, and shrugged. "She just shooed me."
"End result is, we can go to dinner, right?" Bellamy asked, his expression hopeful. It seemed like a strange expression on Bellamy's face, and Jackson realized he hadn't seen that expression on Bellamy's face very often. Or at all.
Jackson smiled at him for another moment, then took a step closer to Bellamy. His cheeks were warm, because he knew Abby could probably hear what he was about to say, but Jackson suddenly wanted to cement what this thing was between Bellamy and himself. He lowered his eyelids a little and said, "Are you asking me out, Bellamy?"
Bellamy huffed a little laugh and said, "Yeah, I'm asking you out, Jackson." He shifted his weight again, a line of red burning its way along his cheekbones. "That okay?"
Jackson felt a silly surge of happiness shoot through him and couldn't control his face, which he was sure probably looked ridiculous. "More than okay," he said. "I accept."
The smile that spread across Bellamy's face made Jackson's breath catch. He'd never seen Bellamy look so purely happy. He nodded, still smiling. "Okay," he breathed.
Jackson led the way out of medical, heading down the hallway. "To the mess?" he asked. "We could eat there, or take it back to my place." Then a thought occurred to him. "Or yours. I could try to make a better impression on your mom."
Bellamy's smile faltered for a moment, then returned. He shook his head. "Let me lead up to it with her, okay? Mom's really not a fan of change." He reached over, his fingers curling loosely around Jackson's. "She'll like you once she gets used to the idea of me bringing someone home, though."
Jackson thought he should probably say something, but he couldn't quite get over that Bellamy was holding his hand in the middle of Go-Sci. When someone came around the other end of the hallway, Jackson tightened his hand around Bellamy's, hoping he wouldn't let go.
Marcus Kane was striding purposefully down the hall, looking unhappy. "Councilor," Jackson acknowledged, unsure if Kane would so much as greet him back before brushing by them.
Kane looked up, his frown fading but not disappearing. "Jackson," he said. His eyes darted to Jackson and Bellamy's joined hands, then to Bellamy's face. He nodded at Bellamy and kept moving.
God, there had been a time when Jackson had had such a crush on the older man, but it hadn't taken long to realize Kane didn't seem to think much of Jackson either positively or negatively. To Kane, Jackson was just the doctor attached to Abby's hip.
Bellamy's fingers tightened on Jackson's, and when they were a little further away, Bellamy murmured, "You know Councilor Kane?"
Jackson shrugged. "I know a few of the Councilors. I discovered very early in my training that if I went anywhere on Go-Sci with Abby outside of Medical, she was likely to get dragged into a political conversation. Sometimes I get shooed away, sometimes I don't. At first I just tried to be as invisible as possible, but eventually people started talking to me too. I don't know any of them really well, but we're acquaintances."
He shrugged again. They were nearing the edge of Go-Sci, and Jackson wondered if Bellamy would let go of his hand once they left it. He hoped not, but after the way Bellamy had left him this morning in the mess, Jackson wasn't sure what to expect.
"So, Doctor, where am I taking you to dinner?" Bellamy asked, glancing sideways at him. "Factory Station mess hall, Farm Station mess hall...?"
Jackson made an amused noise. "Surprise me," he said.
"Huh." Bellamy stopped walking and pretended to think. "Well, the ambiance on Farm Station is a little nicer, but I have a couple friends on Factory Station. Then again, maybe you don't want to be interrupted, in which case I vote for the ambiance."
Jackson chuckled. This was certainly more relaxed than Jackson was expecting. "I definitely don't want interruptions," he said, holding Bellamy's gaze. "I want you to myself." He wondered if Bellamy had forgotten the suggestion to grab food and bring it back to Jackson's rooms, or if he didn't want to be that intimate tonight.
Bellamy gave him a look of mock confusion. "I thought going on a date meant being seen together in public," he said, and then looked away; Jackson could see the edge of the smile Bellamy was trying to hide. After a moment Bellamy glanced back at him. "So I guess it's option three? Get dinner and eat in your rooms?"
Jackson grinned at him for a moment. "Unless you're planning to let go of my hand when we leave this station, people will see us," he said, squeezing Bellamy's fingers. "But if you really want to eat in the mess, can I go change first?"
"Man, here I wanted everyone to know I snagged a date with a doctor," Bellamy teased. "You decide. Farm Station or your place, I'm good with either."
Jackson huffed a laugh. On the one hand, it was really charming and it made Jackson feel good that Bellamy wanted to be seen with him on a date. On the other, he did want Bellamy alone. And they had plenty of time to be seen together. "My place," he decided, trying not to hope too much that being in private might lead to more physical contact.
"Your place it is," Bellamy said, and started walking again. To Jackson's pleasure, Bellamy didn't let go of his hand even when they got to more crowded areas of the Ark. Jackson could tell Bellamy wasn't quite as relaxed when they got to the mess hall, but he still didn't try to pull away. It was more that he couldn't help being vigilant in crowds. Maybe it was the guard training, but Jackson suspected it had more to do with the guard with the broken nose.
Fortunately, they made it through the line without running into anyone who gave them trouble, and though they had to quit holding hands in order to balance their food trays, Bellamy didn't increase the distance between them.
When they got back to Jackson's rooms, he let himself in and left the door open for Bellamy to follow. He balanced his tray on the edge of the table to free a hand to clear the chess board and its pieces, hearing the door shut behind him. Then there was the soft click of Bellamy locking it that made Jackson smile.
When they finally settled at the table, Jackson couldn't stop smiling at Bellamy. "It's been a very long time since I've held hands with anyone in public."
Bellamy laughed and shook his head. "I was still in school the last time I did that. And it was a girl that time." He looked up at Jackson, still shaking his head. "Is it weird how much I liked holding your hand in front of Councilor Kane?"
Jackson snorted. "I don't know," he said. "If he'd stopped, I would have introduced you, but he was obviously occupied." He took a bite of his food.
"Nah, that's not why. It's just..." Bellamy shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway. How was your day?"
"Nothing exciting," Jackson said, spearing another bite of food. "Routine check ups, chronic patients, stuff like that. Tomorrow I go check on the kids in lockup, which is… occasionally exciting."
"They don't send you in there without guards, though," Bellamy said, giving Jackson a questioning look.
Jackson shook his head. "There's always a guard present, just inside the door to keep watch." He sighed. "I get it, but those kids get no privacy, so sometimes I feel like they don't tell me everything they should. Most of them aren't violent, anyway. I'd much prefer the guard outside the door in most cases, but I don't make the rules."
Bellamy frowned. "I'd think they would have different rules for non-violent offenders," he said. Then he sighed. "But sometimes I think our penal code needs some reform," he muttered.
"I completely agree," Jackson said, taking a bite of his food. After a moment, he laughed. "'What'd you do on your first date?' We discussed reforming the penal code," he teased, chuckling softly.
Bellamy laughed then. "Okay, sorry. Um. What's your favorite color?"
Jackson laughed. "Green," he said, "Favorite curse word?"
"Fuck," Bellamy said. "And blue." He was smiling, which Jackson thought might be a record for how long in consecutive minutes that Bellamy Blake had smiled. "Escape pod book," he said after a moment. "You can take one book, fiction or non. What is it?"
Jackson sat back and thought about that for a moment. "Depends. Am I escaping with other people who might eventually need medical care, or on my own?"
"Just you," Bellamy said.
Jackson gave Bellamy a lopsided smile. "Probably the one I loaned to you."
Bellamy smiled faintly. "I should finish reading it and give it back, then," he said. "Just in case. For me...well, you already know I'm a history nerd, right? So.... The Art of War by Sun-Tzu."
Jackson lifted his brows and leaned in, propping his head up in his hand. "Never read it. Is that fiction or non?"
"Non-fiction," Bellamy said, poking his fork at his food. "It's basically a manual of warfare. But what's weird is that it's also good advice for things like...well, not just war, but everything." He paused, then said, "I think there was a fad for a while of people using it for dating guidance and career guidance and everything."
"Hmm," Jackson hummed, eying Bellamy. "So give me some dating guidance," he murmured, letting his tone be slightly suggestive.
Bellamy laughed. "Uh, let's see...'To fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.'" He met Jackson's gaze. "But honestly, I'm not sure you really needed that guidance."
Jackson stared at him for a moment. Bellamy was saying Jackson had broken his resistance? And without fighting to get there. "I get the feeling fighting you would have proven useless," he said. God, Jackson wasn't sure why, but he really wanted to kiss Bellamy now.
Bellamy made a thoughtful noise. After a few moments, he said, "You've seen first-hand how I react to people who fight me." He looked down at his plate for a few more heartbeats. "You didn't try to fight me. You tried to understand me."
Jackson wanted to say something about that generally being the best way to approach anyone, but he was afraid it might be the wrong thing to say. So he he slid his hand across the table, palm facing up. Maybe if Bellamy would take it, Jackson could kiss his fingers and see how that went.
Bellamy's hand slid across the table to meet his, curling his fingers slightly against Jackson's. When Jackson looked up, he saw that Bellamy's gaze was focused on his face. Bellamy didn't speak, but his brown eyes were steady as he watched Jackson.
Jackson held his gaze for a long moment, his heart starting to race. Part of him wanted to stand and tug Bellamy against him and kiss him roughly, but he still hadn't forgotten the skittish Bellamy from before, the one who'd flat out asked Jackson why he would want to feel more.
Jackson shifted forward, gently guiding Bellamy's hand toward him. He let his eyes flutter shut as he brushed his lips to Bellamy's knuckles, letting Bellamy see him be vulnerable.
He felt Bellamy's fingers tighten on his, and then as Jackson's lips brushed Bellamy's skin, he heard the swift intake of breath. "God," Bellamy breathed. "You're..." He trailed off, but Jackson could hear the desire in his voice. Bellamy tugged him gently closer. "Kiss me," Bellamy whispered.
Need washed over Jackson at those words. Bellamy certainly wasn't going to have to ask twice.
Jackson slid out of his chair, moving around the table just enough to lean down and cup his hands against Bellamy's cheeks. He tilted Bellamy's face up and pressed his lips to Bellamy's mouth.
Bellamy made an indistinct noise and curled his fingers in Jackson's hair. Then Jackson felt the angle of the kiss change as Bellamy stood and leaned into him. Bellamy's hand lifted to cup Jackson's jaw as the kiss deepened.
Jackson let out a contented sigh. The slide of Bellamy's tongue was sending desire racing through him, and it was so much better this time than it had been in what felt like ages because this was Bellamy.
Jackson slid his hands from Bellamy's face, down his neck and chest before wrapping his arms around Bellamy and pulling him tight against him.
"How did you do this?" Bellamy breathed, but he was kissing Jackson hard before Jackson could even begin to formulate an answer. Bellamy's fingers stroked down the back of Jackson's neck as Bellamy pressed his body against Jackson's. "J," Bellamy whispered.
Jackson was starting to forget that a question had been asked until Bellamy called him J. He sucked in a breath and drew back to look at Bellamy. He knew his expression was somewhere between hungry and pleased, and he licked his lips. "J?" he whispered, hoping Bellamy could hear from his tone how much he liked that.
Bellamy went still and met his gaze, but his fingers teased at the nape of Jackson's neck as Bellamy looked at him. "J," Bellamy breathed again. A moment later, Bellamy's lips pressed hungrily against his.
"Mmm," Jackson hummed. Bellamy didn't seem skittish in the least anymore. His kisses were demanding, and Jackson tried to match Bellamy's desire. He slid his fingers under the back of Bellamy's shirt, and when Bellamy didn't tense, he slid his hands up, pressing into Bellamy's bare back. "So sexy," he whispered.
Bellamy pulled back a little, enough to make Jackson wonder if he shouldn't have said that. Then he felt Bellamy's breath gust against his lips. "Yeah?" Bellamy murmured. Then Bellamy pressed parted lips against Jackson's, the kisses spaced out enough that Jackson was beginning to sense Bellamy's hesitance before Bellamy whispered, "J, wait."
Shit. Suddenly there was a sinking feeling in Jackson's chest. He pulled back enough to look at Bellamy, concern in his gaze. "Are you okay? Did I--was this too fast?"
"Shh." Bellamy pressed another kiss against Jackson's lips, then lowered his head to press his face against Jackson's neck. "This is good. I just..." He was panting, his breath gusting against Jackson's skin. "Just need to say something." One arm looped around Jackson's waist, keeping him from pulling away.
Jackson relaxed a little. Bellamy hadn't changed his mind, he just had something to get off his chest before they continued. Jackson tightened his hold on Bellamy. "Say it. Anything," he whispered.
Bellamy's lips brushed his neck, then Bellamy went still for a moment. "This is...I want so much more," he breathed, his voice shaky. "But I've never done more than this with another guy."
Oh. Jackson vaguely recalled that Bellamy said earlier the last time he'd held hands with someone in public, it had been a girl, and Jackson had wanted to ask at the time if Bellamy ever dated a guy, but the conversation had drifted away from that too quickly.
Jackson stroked his hands over Bellamy's back. He couldn't deny the idea of being Bellamy's first was a turn-on, but he knew that meant he had to be more… reverential about this than he was with the other men he'd been with in the past few years.
He smiled faintly and pressed a kiss to Bellamy's hair. "I haven't so much as ever held a girl's hand in anything other than a platonic way, so you're probably more well-rounded than I am," he said, hoping the dumb joke might relax Bellamy.
Bellamy snorted in amusement. "I've kissed guys before," he informed Jackson, ducking his head to kiss Jackson's throat. "I've just never done more."
Jackson grinned. "My point was that I've never even kissed anyone of a different gender, so you're maybe more experienced than me in some ways." He slid his fingers into Bellamy's hair, enjoying Bellamy's lips on him. "Not in the best ways, obviously," he teased, drawing his hands over Bellamy's shoulder blades.
He heard Bellamy groan a moment before he pressed into Jackson's touch. "Just thought you should know before I asked you to touch me," Bellamy panted against Jackson's ear.
"Anything you want," Jackson said, "I'll give you." He closed his fingers in Bellamy's hair and pulled Bell back just enough to kiss his lips. God, restraining himself might kill him, but he had to. "And if you say the word, I'll stop."
Bellamy laughed quietly. "If you stop, I'll be fucking pissed," he murmured, sliding his fingers into Jackson's hair. "I didn't tell you that because I'm scared." He murmured. "Just because I thought you should know." His lips trailed against Jackson's jaw.
Jackson swallowed that the first time he'd had anal sex, it hurt, and that while Bellamy didn't want him to stop now, he might later. "I didn't think you were scared," he whispered. He kissed Bell again, this time deepening it until Bellamy was breathless
When he pulled back the next time, Bellamy's fingers were curled tightly in his hair, and Bellamy was panting against his lips. "Good," Bellamy breathed. "Because I want you so much."
Oh, God. Jackson kissed him and started to guide Bellamy toward his bed. "How much?" he breathed. Maybe bed wasn't where he should go right away, but he trusted Bellamy to stop anything he was uncomfortable with.
Bellamy was panting against Jackson's mouth, and his fingers were curled at the nape of Jackson's neck. He pulled Jackson in for a demanding kiss, and then breathed, "Fuck me," against Jackson's lips.
Jackson drew in a sharp breath, slightly shocked at how much Bellamy was willing to give him so fast. "Fuck," Jackson panted, but he pressed Bellamy against his bed anyway. "We can take it slow," he panted, kissing Bellamy's jaw.
Bellamy made a noise of desire, and then when Jackson pulled back, Bellamy met his gaze. "I trust you," Bellamy breathed, reaching for him.
"I know," Jackson said, ducking his head to nip at Bellamy's jaw. "Let's get you out of this," he panted, tugging at Bellamy's shirt.
He felt Bellamy's breathing hitch against his chest, and then Bellamy pulled back to tug his shirt over his head. "You too," Bellamy said.
Jackson waited to take his shirt off, wanting to admire Bellamy's strong chest and shoulders for a moment, but as soon as Bellamy tossed his shirt aside, Jackson found himself frowning.
Bellamy's torso had several bruises. Most seemed to be fading, except for one against Bellamy's ribs that looked fresh. "Bellamy," Jackson said, reaching out to brush his fingers over the freshest bruise. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you about a couple bruises, Doctor Jackson?" Bellamy said, arching an eyebrow. He covered Jackson's hand with his own and guided it away from the bruise. "Bruises come with the job."
Jackson drew a deep breath. He'd obviously slipped into doctor voice just then without realizing. He needed to learn not to do that.
He leaned down to kiss Bellamy's throat, thinking that Bellamy was possibly downplaying what might have been the result of more bullying. And then Jackson remembered the guard with the broken nose looking at him this morning and froze. "That wasn't because of me, was it?"
He felt Bellamy sigh. "I just had another 'friendly conversation' with Heron during training," he muttered, "to remind him I'm the one they hate, not you. Now will you take your damn shirt off? I want to touch you." His tone had shifted when he mentioned training, but by the end it had lightened to amused frustration.
Jackson huffed, thinking if this Heron guy hurt Bellamy again, he might have to have his own 'friendly conversation' with him, but he sat back and did what Bellamy wanted.
He tugged his shirt off over his head. "Which one's Heron?" he asked, muffled in fabric, and then tossed his shirt aside. He didn't lean back down right away so that Bellamy could look at him. He hadn't missed how Bellamy had looked the first time Jackson undressed in front of him, and how Bellamy hadn't let himself look very long.
Bellamy's hands splayed against Jackson's stomach, stroking up to his ribs. "Don't worry about him," Bellamy murmured, and lifted his head to kiss Jackson.
"I worry about you," he whispered, leaning down and giving Bellamy the kiss he wanted. He shifted his weight down to press against him, trying to balance himself more against the side of Bellamy that wasn't bruised.
"Sexy," he whispered, then kissed Bellamy hard before he could respond, his hands sliding over Bellamy's shoulders and into his hair.
Bellamy made an appreciative noise into the kiss, returning it hungrily. He wrapped one arm around Jackson, the other still stroking Jackson's side. He broke the kiss long enough to mumble, "So're you," and then kissed Jackson again. He shifted his hips against Jackson's, letting him feel how excited he was already.
Jackson groaned against Bellamy's mouth at that, and he thrust gently against Bellamy as he ducked his head to kiss Bellamy's neck. God, this was really happening, wasn't it? This wasn't the fantasy Jackson had dreamed up this morning?
He bit gently at Bellamy's Adam's apple, but then made himself stop and kiss where his teeth had just been. Jackson didn't mind a little pain with his pleasure, but Bellamy got hurt too often.
Bellamy arched his neck, pressing into Jackson's mouth. "Feels so good," he said. "God. Want you naked."
Jackson chuckled against his skin, shifting down to lick at Bellamy's shoulder. "There's no rush," he whispered, even though the idea of tearing off Bellamy's clothes and getting him writhing under him sent a thrill through Jackson. He needed to be better than that this time, though.
Bellamy groaned impatiently, but his fingers slid into Jackson's hair, so he must not mind the slow pace too much. "Mm, J," he breathed, stroking his other hand over Jackson's back.
Jackson grinned at his new nickname, and lowered his head to plant a series of small, wet kisses over Bellamy's collarbone. If Bellamy was going to give him a nickname, Jackson would do the same. "Bell," he whispered, sliding his hands down to Bellamy's hips and thrusting gently again.
Bellamy's laughter faded into a wanting noise as his hips jerked against Jackson's. "God," he panted. "I've wanted you for so long. Is this real?"
Jackson was breathing harder against Bellamy's skin. "I fucking hope so," he breathed, thrusting again and he sucked gently at Bellamy's nipple.
Bellamy made a noise and arched against Jackson's mouth, his fingers tightening briefly in his hair.
The brief tug against Jackson's scalp felt nice. "Can pull," he whispered. He trapped the hardened nipple gently between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it, sliding his hand down to rub Bellamy's cock through his pants. God, he didn't know how much longer he could stand Bellamy not being naked.
Bellamy's hips bucked and he whimpered. "Nnh, you're killing me," he gasped, tugging Jackson's hair again.
Jackson groaned at that. "Me too," he panted.
Fuck it.
Jackson slid back up to kiss Bellamy hungrily. "Naked," he said, tugging at the button of Bellamy's pants.
Bellamy let out a breathless laugh and pushed Jackson's hands out of the way. "Let me. Faster." He pressed on Jackson's chest until Jackson sat back, letting Bellamy up, too. Bellamy started tugging at the laces on his boots. He glanced over at Jackson. "You, too," he ordered.
Jackson couldn't help smiling at him. Bellamy was giving him orders now? There was the confidence Jackson had originally expected. Or some of it, at least.
Jackson did what he was told, pulling off his shoes, and then shifted to get out of his pants. "This morning in the mess I was thinking I'd be lucky if I could even get a kiss out of you," he teased gently.
Bellamy was down to his boxers. He paused, giving Jackson a mock glare, and then leaned in to press his lips against Jackson's. His hands were on Jackson's shoulders, and the next thing Jackson knew he was half on his back, Bellamy straddling his hips. "You underestimated me," Bellamy growled, and kissed him harder.
Jackson couldn't help but moan into the kiss, Bellamy's sudden aggression catching him off guard. But in such a good way.
Jackson felt his face heat as the aching need in his boxers pressed against Bellamy as they kissed. "What do I have to do," he panted between hungry kisses, "to get you to keep proving me wrong?"
Bellamy chuckled against his mouth. "Keep being you," he murmured, stroking a hand down along Jackson's side. "You're fucking sexy."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, resting back all the way so he could wrap his arms around Bellamy and hold him against him. Now that Bellamy was in the dominant position, Jackson wasn't sure if that meant he wanted to top now rather than be topped. Jackson couldn't remember the last time he'd let someone else fuck him, probably at least five years ago, but this was Bellamy Blake, and hadn't he been trying to show Bellamy it was okay to let yourself be vulnerable?
Stop thinking. Just see where this goes, he told himself and slid his hands down to grip Bellamy's ass, tugging their hips together.
Bellamy's lips were trailing across Jackson's jaw as he alternated kisses and tiny nibbles. "I have wanted to do this," he breathed between kisses, "since the day I came into Medical four months ago with two fractured ribs." He reached Jackson's ear and whispered, "I could tell you were pissed. Turned me on." He closed his teeth gently on Jackson's ear lobe.
Even the memory of it made Jackson angry. That was the first time he'd realized that Bellamy wasn't brawling, but was being bullied. He'd tried very hard to remain professional with Bellamy that day, but clearly his anger had shown.
It was hard holding onto anger right now, though, with Bellamy's mouth on him. "Thought I was more professional than that," he murmured, turning his head to offer more of himself to Bell.
Bellamy pulled slowly away, letting his teeth drag against Jackson's earlobe. "You were professional," he breathed, and then Jackson felt Bellamy's hand on his chin, turning Jackson to face him. "But I needed you to be angry. I needed--I needed someone to see me properly." He dipped his head for a surprisingly tender kiss. "Thank you."
That kiss took Jackson's breath away, and the expression on Bellamy's face was more affectionate than it had ever been. God. Jackson's chest was aching. Was Bellamy starting to fall in love with him? For that matter, was he falling for Bellamy? Was this happening too fast?
Jackson cupped his cheek, and when he spoke again, his voice was shaking a little. "I thought you'd never forgive me for benching you for so long after that. And now you're thanking me." He lifted his head for another gentle kiss.
Bellamy hummed into the kiss. "Not for benching me," he said, sounding amused, but he kissed Jackson again.
Jackson smiled against Bellamy's lips. "I know," he whispered. He sighed happily into another kiss. "Maybe the best first date ever," he breathed.
That made Bellamy laugh softly. "Definitely beats any of my other first dates," he agreed, smoothing a hand across Jackson's chest. He started kissing his way down Jackson's neck.
"Bell," Jackson murmured, pressing up into Bellamy's mouth. He squeezed Bellamy's ass again, wanting to tell Bellamy he wanted him, but he wanted more to be what Bellamy wanted. What Bellamy needed. "So good."
Bellamy hummed, pressing his erection to Jackson's and rolling his hips. He sucked gently at Jackson's skin. "God, I want you to show me everything," he whispered.
Jackson smiled and stroked his fingers into Bellamy's hair. "Everything's a lot," he said. "What do you want most right now? We'll start there."
He felt Bellamy's breath puff against his skin as he laughed. "Thought I already told you to fuck me," Bell murmured, his voice low.
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, smiling. "And then you jumped me, and I wasn't sure you hadn't decided you wanted to fuck me instead." He kept stroking Bell's hair. God, Bell always wore it slicked back, but it was so sexy hanging in loose waves around his face.
He felt Bellamy's breathing hitch, but Bell just shook his head. "I want that, but not tonight," he murmured.
Jackson swallowed hard, finding himself slightly relieved. He nudged Bellamy up and kissed him slowly. "I haven't let anyone have me like that in probably five years," he whispered. "But I'll let you, when you're ready." He nudged Bellamy again, this time to guide him off to Jackson's side so that they could shift to their sides, facing each other.
"Yeah?" Bellamy murmured, watching him. His expression was oddly open, but there was no mistaking the desire there. Bellamy's hands kept roaming Jackson's skin, almost like he couldn't get enough of touching him.
"Yeah," Jackson whispered, slipping his fingers into Bellamy's boxers and pushing them down. "Off," he said, and Bellamy shifted to kick off his boxers as Jackson did the same. He pulled away just enough to grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand, then started kissing down Bellamy's body.
He kissed Bellamy's neck and shoulder, drew his tongue over Bell's nipple, then placed another kiss just under his belly button before sliding his lips around Bellamy's cock.
"Oh, fuck," Bellamy gasped, arching into Jackson's mouth. His fingers slid into Jackson's hair.
Jackson hummed around Bellamy, pleased. He wanted Bellamy to finish after they fucked, but for now he was going to make Bellamy as relaxed as possible before asking him to roll over. He swirled his tongue around Bellamy, sucking as he cupped Bell's balls in his hand, massaging gently.
"God, J," Bell panted. "That--" He broke off with a groan.
Jackson tried not to chuckle at Bellamy's complete incoherence, but he wound up breathing a laugh anyway. He lid his mouth and tongue over Bellamy for another minute, enjoying the noises he was getting from Bell, before he pulled away and smiled up at Bellamy. "Roll over," he murmured, making his tone more suggestive than demanding. "I want you on your hands and knees."
Bellamy held his gaze for a moment, but then he obeyed. "I want to see your face," he said, but it didn't sound like a protest. It was more like Bellamy wanted to voice his preferences without actually arguing.
"You will," Jackson promised, shifting to his knees behind Bellamy. "You'll like this, though." Oh, God, Bellamy was so beautiful like this, just offering himself to Jackson. Jackson smoothed his hands over Bell's ass, then leaned in and drew his tongue along the tight pucker of Bell's entrance.
He heard Bellamy hiss, and then Bellamy dropped forward to his forearms, almost like he couldn't help it. "J--" he managed. His head was down, and the muscular lines of Bellamy's back were tense--with desire, Jackson hoped.
Jackson pressed in closer, planting a wet kiss against Bell's entrance and then circling it with his tongue. Bellamy made a noise that was suspiciously like a whimper and Jackson couldn't help but smile as he pressed his tongue just barely inside, trying to loosen the tight ring of muscle.
Yes, that was definitely a whimper. He heard Bellamy's breathing go ragged. "Please," Bellamy managed.
Was that a 'please continue' or a 'please fuck me'? The need in Bellamy's voice was overwhelming. Jackson wondered if he could drive Bellamy to be more specific, so he continued what he was doing, licking and kissing and prodding with his tongue.
Bellamy was breathing hard and he had buried his face in his arms. He let out a loud noise of wanting. "God, please, J," he panted. "F-fuck me."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, and pulled back, nudging Bellamy's hip. "Roll back over," he murmured, fumbling with the bottle of lube and slicking his fingers as Bellamy settled on his back. He glanced up at Bellamy to see his cheeks were flushed.
God, how had Jackson gotten so lucky? He leaned up and kissed Bellamy hard, pressing the tip of his finger just inside Bellamy, waiting for any sign of tension or discomfort.
Bellamy's hands stroked along Jackson's sides. "I won't break," he panted, his gaze on Jackson's.
Jackson gave him a faint smile and kissed him gently. "I know," he whispered, "but I don't want to hurt you." He pressed deeper anyway, watching Bellamy's face.
He felt Bellamy's breathing change, but those brown eyes stayed fixed on his. Bellamy exhaled, pushing lightly into Jackson's touch. "Come on," Bellamy panted.
Jackson huffed a small breath and leaned in to kiss Bellamy slowly, sliding his finger in all the way, and then crooking it just a little.
Bellamy made a noise halfway between a whimper and a groan, his fingernails digging into Jackson's shoulders. But after he caught his breath, Bell gasped, "Take."
Jackson sucked in a breath and kissed Bellamy's jaw. "Not yet," he insisted. He did not want Bellamy's first time to be as painful as his own was, if he could help it. "Want this to feel good, as much as I can." He worked his finger in and out a few more times before, very slowly, adding a second.
He felt Bellamy tense, and then Bell exhaled in a noise that was almost pained, but full of wanting at the same time. "So--so patient," Bell panted. His fingers were curled in Jackson's hair possessively but not demanding. "Does feel good," he managed.
"Good," Jackson breathed. Obviously Bellamy was pushing himself, but Jackson didn't think he'd say it felt good if it wasn't at least partially true.
Jackson let his fingers work and pressed his lips to Bellamy's ear. "I'm patient because I want what's best for you. I'd like to fuck you until you can't remember your name right now, and another night, maybe I will, but this time isn't about me. I want this to be special."
Bellamy panted a laugh, his body relaxing as he did. After a couple of deep breaths, Bellamy managed, "It is special." His fingers laced in Jackson's hair and Bellamy tugged him in for a kiss. "So good," he breathed.
"Feel so nice," Jackson murmured, slipping a third finger inside and deciding to distract Bellamy with words. "I can't wait to be inside you. Can't wait until my cock is engulfed in that tightness, that heat. You."
"God," Bellamy breathed, his eyes widening momentarily. "You keep surprising me," he said, his voice low and heated.
Jackson breathed a laugh. "Mmm," he hummed. "Nerdy doctors aren't supposed to be sexy?" he whispered.
"I knew you were sexy," Bellamy murmured. "Just wasn't expecting you to talk like this." He tugged Jackson in for a hungry kiss.
Jackson smiled against Bellamy's mouth, his fingers working inside of Bellamy still. God, if he could take this… "I want you," Jackson panted.
Bellamy groaned, arching under him. "Please, yes," he said.
Jackson slowly pulled his fingers away, sitting back enough to slick his cock with more lube, and then he leaned back down, kissing Bellamy slowly. He pulled back just enough to position himself and watch Bellamy's face as he pressed inside.
Bellamy's gaze was on him, his mouth open as he panted. Jackson saw discomfort flicker across his expression briefly, but then it faded into something almost like wonder. "God, J," he panted.
Jackson almost couldn't believe they were doing this either, so he found himself smiling faintly at the expression on Bellamy's face. The tight heat around the head of his cock felt amazing, and his body was begging for more, but he continued to move as slowly into Bellamy as he could manage.
Since there was no pain on Bellamy's face, Jackson leaned down and kissed him as he sank inside, his own breath going ragged. "You feel so good," he whispered between kisses. "Tell me to stop if I hurt you."
"Don't stop," Bellamy managed, his fingers sifting through Jackson's hair. He arched up against Jackson, panting, and kissed him again.
Jackson moaned softly into the kiss and started to rock his hips, his thrusts slow and shallow. One arm supported him, while the other roamed Bellamy's chest, trying to feel if there was any tension in Bellamy's body that didn't feel right. "God, Bell," Jackson panted, trying to keep control of his body as it started humming with need. "Thank you."
Bellamy's breathing kept hitching, but it seemed to be enjoyment rather than discomfort that caused it. The hand in Jackson's hair stroked down to curl at the back of his neck, then slid down to his shoulder. "Tha--huh?" he managed when the kiss ended. His hand stroked back up Jackson's neck, messing up his hair.
"For letting me be the first," Jackson whispered, then gave Bellamy a crooked smile. "And on date one. You're so easy," he teased, then leaned down to kiss Bellamy. Nothing about Bellamy had been easy, actually, but that didn't matter right now.
He felt Bellamy give a surprised laugh. His fingers tightened in Jackson's hair as Bellamy returned his kiss. "Wasn't sex I was afraid of," Bellamy murmured against his lips. He kissed Jackson again. "Was letting you in."
Jackson drew a shaky breath. "Too late to turn back now," he breathed, willing his body to continue this labored pace even though it was begging for more. He liked Bellamy talking like this.
"Don't want to," Bellamy breathed, wrapping his free arm around Jackson's waist. "God, this feels good." He kissed Jackson hungrily, clenching around him at the same time.
Jackson gasped, unable to keep his hips from jerking forward at that, which drew a surprised moan from Bellamy against his mouth. Bellamy's fingers tightened in his hair, but the hunger in his kiss only intensified. Bellamy was obviously ready for more.
Thank God.
Jackson started drawing each thrust out, up and down his full length as he picked up his pace a little. "Still good?" he panted.
Bellamy let out a low groan. "G--God yes," he managed. "More." He tugged Jackson's hair a little harder, his lips moving along Jackson's jaw.
Jackson almost asked if Bellamy was sure, but of course he was. And Bellamy's lips on his jaw, and the way Bellamy was demanding with him… God, Jackson had to give Bell what they both wanted. He slid his hand to Bellamy's hip, bracing Bellamy's body as his thrusts grew more demanding. "Bell," he moaned.
Bellamy gasped with the first few thrusts, but he managed to breathe, "Yeah," which encouraged Jackson to keep going. Bellamy's hand at his waist slid down to cup his ass demandingly. "Good, J," he gasped.
It had been too long since Jackson had last done this. Maybe nine months. Jackson wasn't sure he was going to last as long as he really wanted to. Bellamy felt amazing, and Jackson could already feel the tension coiling in his body for release.
Bellamy had apparently forgotten that he'd been tugging Jackson's head back to kiss his jaw, so Jackson lowered his head back down for another kiss, then worked his way down Bellamy's neck. "Feels amazing," he murmured.
Bellamy groaned, arching under him. He panted something that maybe was supposed to be coherent, but it didn't really sound like a word. Bellamy's hand was in his hair again, and Jackson was pretty sure Bellamy wasn't thinking anymore at all.
"Perfect," Jackson panted, biting lightly at Bellamy's Adam's apple. He was so close to the edge, and he didn't want this to end, but he couldn't bring himself to slow down.
Bellamy's hands urged him on. Each of Jackson's thrusts was driving low noises of pleasure from him. "Yes," he gasped.
Jackson drove into Bellamy a few more times before he came, groaning against Bell's skin as his hips slowed. He drew out every ounce of pleasure before he stilled. "God, Bell," he mumbled, slumping on top of him. "Wanted to last longer," he panted, closing his eyes. "S'rry. S'been a while."
He felt Bellamy's chest heaving under him as he chuckled breathlessly. A hand stroked up his back. "Don't need to apologize," Bellamy murmured. "Probably been...longer for...me anyway," he added, obviously still trying to catch his breath. "Prob'ly come as soon as you touch me."
"Mmm, let's test that theory," Jackson huffed, smiling. "As soon as I can breathe again."
Bellamy laughed again, his fingers rubbing circles against Jackson's scalp, but didn't say anything. Jackson could feel the tension of desire in Bellamy's body, despite the tender way Bellamy was touching him.
He stayed where he was until his breathing evened out again, and then shifted up enough to kiss Bellamy slowly before moving down his body.
He looked up to see Bellamy was watching him, and he held his gaze as he closed his mouth around Bellamy's cock.
"God," Bellamy breathed, watching him hungrily. His fingers stayed in Jackson's hair but he slid his free hand behind his head so he could see Jackson better. "You're gorgeous," Bellamy whispered after a moment.
Not like you. You look like there should be a statue of you in some crumbling Earth museum, Jackson thought. He smiled with his eyes, though, and made an appreciative noise against Bellamy's shaft.
He felt Bellamy's muscles tense as Bellamy's eyes closed for a moment. He opened them again almost at once, his gaze hot on Jackson's face. "Feel so good," he panted.
Jackson hummed again, then closed his eyes and went to work, sucking and swirling his tongue. He stroked his hands over Bellamy's hips and up to his chest, roaming every inch of skin.
Between the raggedness of Bellamy's breathing and the way his hips kept jerking, Jackson could tell it wouldn't take long. When he glanced up again, Bellamy had his eyes closed, his head pressed back into the pillow and his mouth open. "J--" he gasped. "J--close--"
Jackson slid a hand down to gently squeeze Bellamy's balls as he continued sucking, and it only took a few more bobs of his head before Bellamy was coming with a groan, pulsing into Jackson's mouth. He continued sucking more gently until he was positive Bellamy was done, and then pulled back to look at Bellamy as he swallowed.
Bellamy was watching him again, from under half-lowered eyelids. "God," he panted, rubbing a hand over his face and shoving his hair off his forehead. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, then just gave a breathless laugh. "God."
Jackson felt like his smile was probably a little stupid as he moved forward and settled against Bellamy's side, but Bellamy just looked so relaxed and happy. Jackson draped his arm over Bell's sweat-damp chest. "Need to mess up your hair more often," he murmured, kissing Bellamy's jaw before resting his cheek against Bellamy's shoulder.
"Oh, God." Bellamy laughed. "If that's how you're planning on doing it, be my guest." He hummed a contented noise. "I feel incredible."
"Oh, good," Jackson said lightly. It was pretty obvious how good Bellamy felt. For that matter, Jackson felt pretty incredible too. He'd forgotten how much better sex was with someone he cared about. "I feel pretty amazing too."
Bellamy let out a long sigh, and Jackson realized there was no tension in Bellamy's body. "You called me Bell," he murmured, turning his head enough to brush his nose against Jackson's hair.
Jackson breathed a laugh. "You called me J. No one's ever called me that." He tightened his arm around Bell's chest.
"That okay?" Bellamy's voice was soft and a little sleepy. He lifted his free hand to trace along Jackson's arm.
"I like it," Jackson said, letting out a contented sigh at the way Bellamy was touching him. He pressed his lips to Bell's neck. "I probably can't convince you to stay, can I?" Jackson hoped Bellamy would prove him wrong, but Bellamy's mom seemed a little controlling and Jackson doubted she would appreciate Bellamy not coming home tonight.
Bellamy took a couple of slow breaths before answering. "I'd like to," he murmured. "But my mom would probably panic. She's..." He trailed off. "I didn't tell her I would be out all night." He chuckled and kissed Jackson's hair. "I didn't know that was a possibility."
Jackson smiled. "It is," he said. "You have a boyfriend with his own place now, and he's spent too many nights alone." He kissed Bellamy's neck again.
"Hm, I have a boyfriend, huh?" Bellamy said. His tone was pleased, but he was obviously surprised.
Jackson traced his fingertips over Bell's shoulder. "I was hoping so," he breathed, and smiled faintly. "As long as he's me, that is."
Bellamy laughed and shifted so he could kiss Jackson. "How did I get this lucky?" he murmured against Jackson's lips.
"You made me leave work," Jackson whispered, feeling suddenly like it was harder to breathe. He kissed Bellamy again. "You let me in."
"You wore down my resistance," Bellamy said. He stroked his fingers through Jackson's hair and pushed up on one elbow to kiss Jackson more thoroughly.
Suddenly, whatever this messy emotion Jackson was feeling for Bellamy was mixed with renewed desire. He let Bellamy control the kiss, enjoying his confidence. "Love the way you kiss me," he whispered when Bellamy pulled back a little.
Bellamy smiled slowly at him. "I guess since you're my boyfriend, I'll have to kiss you more often," he whispered back. He cupped Jackson's cheek for another tender kiss, then sighed and sat up. "But not tonight."
Jackson made a noise of frustration, and reached out to touch Bellamy's hip. "No time for a round two?" he said, smiling faintly. He hated that Bellamy had to leave, but he understood.
"It's late." Bellamy's fingers curled around his. "And I'll see you tomorrow," he promised.
"Okay," Jackson said, then he squeezed Bellamy's fingers and let go to tug his sheets up to his waist. "Work on your mom for me?"
Bellamy stood and started dragging on his clothes. "I will. She's just..." He tugged his shirt on and then tilted his head, considering, while Jackson admired the way his hair curled down into his eyes. "Skittish," Bellamy said finally, and started putting on his boots.
Kinda like someone else I know, Jackson thought, but kept to himself. He had a feeling if he could just have dinner with Bellamy and his mother, he could win her over, but he didn't push the idea. "Okay," he said instead. "I want one more kiss before you leave," he added, his gaze roaming over Bellamy.
God, if anyone had seen Bellamy enter Jackson's place looking crisp, and then seen him leave with messy hair and rumpled clothes, they would know exactly what had just happened.
Bellamy grinned at him and leaned down, planting one hand on either side of Jackson's hips and kissing him softly. "I wasn't going to leave without one more kiss," he murmured. "I'll see you tomorrow," and stole one more kiss before pulling away.
"See you," Jackson said, and watched as Bellamy slipped out the door, locking it from the inside.
Chapter Three
