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geekystudmuffinLips That Have Smiled, Eyes That Have Shed Tears (chapter 10/12); Bellamy/Jackson (The 100); NC-17
Title: Lips That Have Smiled, Eyes That Have Shed Tears - Chapter 10/12
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.
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, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Bellamy felt like death warmed over when he dragged himself out of bed for his first shift as a janitor the next day. Of course he was on second shift, which meant he and Jackson wouldn't have as much time together, which made it even worse.
His new supervisor was Sally Mbege, a pretty black woman about his mother's age, and she was so genuinely nice that Bellamy found himself inclined to like her, even though he'd intended to hate everything about working in sanitation. She showed him the ropes and assured him there would probably be a chance to switch shifts at some point.
It didn't make everything all right, but at least it wasn't as bad as he'd feared.
He beat Jackson home that night, and after a while found himself fidgeting, caught between boredom and unhappiness. It would be so easy to slip over to Farm Station. Jackson wasn't even home. Bellamy could be careful not to drink so much he was sick...
But he'd promised. And no matter how awful life was right now, he still had Jackson, and that made it possible for him to get up every morning, even though he didn't particularly feel like it. If he fucked up enough that Jackson walked away...
In the end, Bellamy read a little of Leaves of Grass and ended up crying in bed, but he managed to stay sober. He tried to stay awake long enough for them to at least talk a little, but he woke up the next morning as Jackson was getting out of bed.
He reached out and curled his fingers loosely around Jackson's arm, and Jackson hummed and leaned back to brush his lips against Bell's. "I'm sorry I woke you," he said softly.
"Glad you did," Bell mumbled. "Didn' mean to fall asleep last night."
"I'm glad you did," Jackson said. "Abby and I had an emergency. I got back late." He kissed Bellamy again. "How was your first day?" he asked, getting up and padding over to the bathroom in his boxers.
Bell shifted over to his side, admiring Jackson's lean, muscled form sleepily. "Not as bad as I expected," he admitted. "Not great, but it could have sucked a lot more than it did."
Jackson disappeared into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, Bellamy heard him start to relieve his bladder. "That's a start," he said. "How's your new boss?"
"I like her. I'll say this for sanitation work, it doesn't feel as adversarial as the guard is." Bellamy yawned. "I think you've done something to my brain, though. I like her more than I'm used to."
Jackson flushed and reappeared in the bathroom doorway. "That's a good thing, right?" he asked, smiling faintly.
Bell snuggled into the blankets, frowning sleepily at him. "Life was easier when I didn't like people," he complained, though he knew Jackson would probably see through him.
"Hmm," Jackson said thoughtfully, nodding. "You liked me before." He turned around and started preparing to brush his teeth.
"Only because it was impossible not to like you," Bell grumbled. "You completely messed up everything my Mom taught me about being safe. It's annoying." He didn't mean it, though.
"I'm sure. Very," Jackson said, sounding almost amused, but then he went silent for a while as he brushed. The water ran for a moment, then Jackson was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, giving Bellamy a crooked smile. "Why are you in my bed if I'm so annoying?"
"Because as annoying as you are, you're gorgeous and you make me happy," Bellamy said. Just because he hadn't been truly happy for a week or so didn't make that untrue. He had the sudden desire to drag Jackson back to bed.
"Well, in that case," Jackson said, going to sift through his drawers to dress.
Bellamy sighed and threw back the covers. He got out of bed and padded across the room to wrap an arm around Jackson's waist. "In that case, what?" he demanded, and pulled Jackson close enough to press a kiss against his neck.
Jackson leaned back against him. "In that case, I guess it's okay," he said, a smile in his voice. He turned in Bell's arm to face him. "You should sleep. Your shift is later than mine," he said, kissing Bellamy gently.
"Hopefully that'll change eventually," Bellamy said, and kissed Jackson back. He slipped his fingers through Jackson's hair, pulling his body hard against Bellamy's. "You should try to get home earlier tonight," he whispered. "I really want you to fuck me."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, kissing Bellamy with a little more hunger. "You shouldn't be getting me worked up right now," he breathed, but kissed Bell again. He pulled back and cupped a hand against Bell's jaw, his gaze going slightly more hesitant suddenly. "You… you didn't drink yesterday, did you?"
Bellamy told himself he didn't have the right to feel hurt by the question. "I promised," he said, holding Jackson's gaze. "I don't want to do something that would make you walk away from me."
Jackson nodded, then kissed Bellamy, this time more tenderly. "Walking away from you is the last thing I want," he breathed.
Bellamy smiled against Jackson's mouth and kissed him again. "That's good to hear," he whispered. "I've gotten used to having someone sleep next to me." He tried to make his tone light, but the truth was, he hated the idea of sleeping without Jackson. He hated the idea of being without Jackson in his life. He bit back the L-word one more time as an idea occurred to him. "I should stop distracting you," he murmured.
Jackson pulled back to look at him, giving him maybe the strongest smile Bellamy had seen from him in a week. "You should," he said. He leaned in for another kiss. This time it was just barely more than a peck, but Jackson's hand slid down to squeeze Bell's ass briefly before he pulled away. "Go back to bed," he insisted, pulling a shirt out of his drawer.
Bellamy snorted in amusement. "Now you're getting me worked up," he complained, but he crawled back under the covers. "Tell Doctor Griffin I said hi," he said, pulling the blanket up to his chin and watching Jackson dress.
Jackson finally pulled on his jacket, and sat on the edge of the bed to get his shoes on. When he was done, he leaned over to kiss Bell. "I'll try to be home on time. Have a good day," he said, then got up to leave.
"You too," Bellamy said, smiling as he closed his eyes.
That afternoon, Bellamy swallowed his pride enough to ask Sally about romantic gestures. When she assured him that flowers were, in fact, almost always a safe bet, he felt a little better about his plans.
As soon as his shift was over, he headed for Farm Station. Hannah Green sighed when she saw him, but after he explained what he was there for, she smiled and pointed him in the right direction for roses. He didn't have a lot, so when he found out just how expensive and difficult to grow the roses were, he decided three roses would have to do.
He hid the roses in his drawer at home, then picked up dinner, hoping it wouldn't get cold before Jackson got home. Then he went home, changed out of his sanitation jumpsuit, and did his best to get everything set up for Jackson.
Dinner was probably already lukewarm by the time Jackson walked in the door. He looked tired, but glanced around the room and smiled. "Did you clean?"
"Just a little," Bellamy said, leaving his chair and going to kiss Jackson hello. "Long day."
"Mmm," Jackson said, nodding. "Someone came in with a compound fracture near the end of the day. That's why I'm late." He looked over at the table, where Bellamy had set the table and left their food. He groaned and pressed his forehead to Bell's shoulder. "I'm so glad you got dinner. I'm starving."
Bellamy smiled, wrapping his arms around Jackson briefly. "Good. We should eat before it gets cold, then."
He kissed Jackson's hair and then pulled back, curling his fingers around Jackson's fingers to tug him to the table. Jackson let himself be led over to the table, then took his jacket off and draped it over his chair before sitting.
He dug in right away, and Bellamy wondered if he'd skipped lunch. "How was your day?" he said.
"Boring," Bellamy said. "I picked up recycling from about a hundred households, then spent the afternoon sorting it." He started eating. "But on the positive side, I guess, no one tripped me or 'accidentally' hit me with their shock stick, so."
Jackson gave him a sympathetic look. "I'd prefer you be bored than beaten," he said, shoving another bite of food in his mouth.
Bellamy poked his fork at his food. "I just wish I felt like my job mattered," he admitted. "As a guard cadet, I knew I was going to protect people. There's not a lot of satisfaction in...in keeping people from drowning in their own trash."
Jackson chewed for a moment, watching Bellamy. "If there were no janitors, this whole Ark would be a nightmare," he said. "I may not be a sympathetic vomiter, but the smell of rotting trash makes me gag."
Bell snorted. "You don't have to try to make me feel better. I know someone has to do it. I just never thought it would be me." He shrugged. "Enough about me. How was your day? Besides the compound fracture?"
"Mostly routine," Jackson said. "A lot of the same. Still some flu lingering, but not as bad as it was."
Bellamy nodded. He hadn't quite worked out the best time to give Jackson his flowers. If he'd thought ahead, he probably would have put them next to Jackson's plate. Since it was too late for that, he wondered if he should wait until after they were done eating. He took another bite of food. Planning a romantic night in had seemed like a better idea in theory.
"I'm sure you probably don't want to hear about lanced infections while we eat," Jackson said, smiling faintly as he took another bite of food.
"Uh...Maybe not," Bell admitted. "I'd ask you about what books you've read lately, but I'm not sure you've read anything since we paused on Foundation and Empire." He gave Jackson a teasing smile.
"Good assumption," Jackson said. "I've been a little preoccupied." He reached over and squeezed Bell's upper arm briefly, then let go to continue eating.
Bellamy laughed faintly. He knew J had been preoccupied with making sure he was okay. And if he were entirely honest, he wasn't okay, generally speaking. But he'd decided that for tonight, whatever happened, he was going to be okay. "I should have realized a long time ago that good doctors make good boyfriends," he said softly.
Jackson huffed a breath, looking up at Bell. "Maybe," he said. "I've met some asshole doctors, though."
"Fine," Bell said, trying to sound annoyed. "I should have realized you would make a good boyfriend." He glowered at Jackson for a moment, then added, "Except until you loaned me that poetry book, I wasn't sure if you even liked guys."
Jackson chuckled softly. "I made sure to tell you my first boyfriend gave it to me," he said. "I didn't know if you liked guys either, but I tested the waters."
Bellamy smiled faintly. "You remember how I complained about feeling too much?" he asked softly. "That part about the bare-stript heart..." He paused, then finished, "I get it now."
Jackson looked up at him, smiling. The smile was faint at first, but then it slowly kept growing until Jackson was practically beaming at him. "That's one of my favorite lines."
Bellamy smiled back at him, glad he'd said the right thing. He still wasn't sure he really understood the poetry, on an intellectual level, but he felt it. Maybe that's how poetry was supposed to be read. He bit his lip, then set down his fork. "I got you something."
He crossed the room and pulled the three roses out of his drawer, trying to hide them until he could see Jackson's face. "I'm told on Earth I would have gone for red," he said, "but since these are on the Ark for medicinal purposes..." He pulled them out from behind his back and held them out, watching Jackson. "You'll have to put up with pink."
Jackson blinked at them for a moment, looking confused, but then a smile bloomed on his face. He took the roses and held them under his nose, inhaling deeply, then looked up at Bellamy. His expression went more serious, but he couldn't hide his obvious pleasure as he said, "You shouldn't have."
Bellamy smiled faintly at him. "Yeah, I should have. You've been incredible. Especially the past week. You've stood by me and kept me going." His eyes prickled, but he blinked them clear. He took a deep breath, his heart suddenly pounding. "I wanted to do something to help me show you that... I love you."
Jackson sucked in a sharp breath, surprise crossing his face. A moment later, there was almost a look of wonder in Jackson's eyes, but then he smiled and stood, wrapping his arms around Bellamy and kissing him hard. "Thank God," he said, pulling away just enough so that their lips brushed when he spoke and sounding like a weight had been lifted off him suddenly. "I love you."
Bellamy kissed him again. "You jerk," he whispered, smiling at him. "You just wanted me to say it first."
Jackson chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe," he said. "Maybe there just hadn't been a good time."
"Last night, I decided there probably wasn't going to be a good time unless I made one," Bellamy admitted. He kissed Jackson again, more slowly. "And I got tired of trying not to blurt it out when I was drunk or miserable, so I figured I'd better create an opportunity."
"I was getting tired of trying not to say it while you were drunk and miserable too," Jackson admitted. "So thank you." He kissed Bellamy again, then pulled back. "Have you smelled these?" he asked, holding the roses still clutched in his hand up to Bell's face.
Bell took an obliging sniff, then smiled, pleased. "You like them?"
"I love them," Jackson said, lowering the roses to kiss Bellamy again. "Even if I feel mildly guilty you spent anything on me, I love them." He kissed Bellamy again. "I love you."
Bellamy made a happy noise, stroking his fingers through Jackson's hair. "Mom knew," he whispered between kisses. "I do think she liked you. She was just afraid because of Octavia." He dipped his head to kiss Jackson's neck, pressing his forehead against his shoulder. "She knew I loved you."
"She did bring up love at the dinner table," Jackson reminded him. He let out a happy sigh, holding Bellamy close. "I'm torn between finishing dinner and taking all your clothes off."
Bellamy snorted. "Considering I'm fairly certain you skipped lunch today, finish dinner first, clothes off after." He kissed Jackson's jaw. "Clearly you need me to make sure you have regular meals."
Jackson hummed a disappointed noise, but when he pulled back to look at Bellamy, he was smiling. "I'll eat," he said, "if you say it again."
"I love you," Bellamy said, laughing a little. "And I love knowing I'll be useful if I keep making sure you eat."
Jackson snorted and kissed him hungrily, sliding a hand down to squeeze Bell's ass. "You are useful for so much more than that."
That made Bellamy laugh out loud. "God, I love you," he said, grinning at Jackson. He kissed him once more, then pulled away entirely. "Sit. Eat. And if you do that, then you can take off all my clothes."
He sat down and started eating to show he wasn't going to let Jackson distract him from dinner. After a couple of bites, he felt an odd pang of guilt. Was it really okay for him to be so happy? He tried to shove it down. His mom had known he loved Jackson, and she'd told him to be happy. Surely it was okay. Wasn't it?
Jackson busied himself with putting the flowers in water and placing them on the bedside table before sitting back down to eat. He couldn't seem to stop smiling as he started eating again.
The slight tightness in Bellamy's chest relaxed. Seeing that expression on Jackson's face made him feel like this had to be okay. How could it not be okay for Bellamy to do something that made his boyfriend so happy? He smiled at Jackson and stretched his leg out to press against Jackson's. "You're ridiculously cute when you smile like that," he said quietly.
Jackson laughed. "Wow, it's been a long time since anyone called me cute," he said, sliding both legs out and trapping Bell's ankle. "And no one has ever given me flowers."
"You just...you look younger with that unstoppable smile." Bellamy hadn't realized before then how often Jackson looked mildly worried about something. Maybe, since Jackson's job was so important and had so much pressure...maybe it was a good thing that Bellamy's new job wasn't like that. It might give Bellamy more time to take care of Jackson. He thought of something Jake Griffin had said after Jackson's concussion, that it was nice to see someone taking care of Jackson for a change. "I like it."
Jackson tried to glare at him unsuccessfully. "Are you saying I look old normally?"
Bell snorted. "Just...like you carry a lot with you," he said after a moment. "I don't see you this relaxed very often."
Jackson's smile faded a little, but didn't disappear. "I'm not this relaxed often," he admitted. "I haven't let myself in years."
"I'm glad I get to see it," Bell said softly. He reached across the table to brush his fingers against Jackson's cheek. "I love you. You tired of me saying that yet?"
"No," Jackson said, turning his head to kiss Bellamy's fingers. "Not at all." He trapped Bell's fingertip gently in his teeth and drew his tongue over it, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
That sent a frisson of desire through Bellamy. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, watching Jackson hungrily. But then straightened and shook his head. "Finish dinner," he said, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out if Jackson kept this up.
Jackson ducked his head forward and captured Bell's finger entirely in his mouth. He pulled back slowly, sucking, and gave Bell a heated look. He released Bellamy's finger, though, and sat back. "You're no fun," he complained, and took a bite of his food.
"Nn. I'm trying to behave so you can eat," Bellamy grumbled, wishing he hadn't stopped Jackson.
Jackson snorted and took another bite of food. There was still desire in his gaze, but he said, "Finish yours too."
"At least I ate lunch," Bellamy said, giving him a pointed look, but he picked up his fork again. "I love how much you care about your patients, but you can't take good care of them if you're skipping meals. I'd feel guilty if I distracted you from dinner."
Jackson shrugged and kept eating. "As long as I don't let my hands get shaky, I'm good," he said. "I have a couple small things in my desk to eat if I need to."
Bellamy grinned. "Note to self: Next time, chocolates. Edible presents are better."
Jackson shook his head, making a disapproving noise. "Next time, just you. I don't need gifts. Just you."
Bell ducked his head, grinning at the table. How had he gotten lucky enough to find the guy who just wanted him, as he was? Not the guard cadet, not a guy who would give him presents, but just Bellamy? He glanced up at Jackson. "I'm so damn lucky," he whispered.
"You're not the only one," Jackson said, grinning. He took another bite of food, then tilted his plate up toward Bellamy to show it was empty. "May I be excused now, Mr. Blake?"
"I did promise you dessert, didn't I?" Bellamy leaned back in his chair, giving him a slow smile.
"You did," Jackson said. "I intend to collect on that." His gaze was roaming Bellamy's face.
Bellamy held his gaze and lifted one hand to undo the top button of his shirt. "I was hoping you'd say that," he murmured, giving Jackson an obvious once-over.
Jackson swallowed hard and let his gaze drift down to Bellamy's throat, and his fingers on the second button down his shirt. "I said I was going to take off all your clothes, but I don't mind letting you do that while I watch," he breathed.
"You're not going to help?" Bellamy asked innocently.
Jackson, in answer, slouched in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, never looking away from Bell.
"Oh, really?" Bell said, grinning at him. "So you want dessert and a show?" He worked his way slowly down the rest of his buttons, then paused, watching Jackson.
Jackson licked his lips, his gaze shamelessly roaming Bellamy's chest and stomach. "God, you're sexy," he whispered.
"Glad you think so." Smirking, Bellamy shrugged his shirt a little off his shoulders, but didn't really take it off before moving on to the fly of his jeans. If he thought about this too much, he felt oddly more exposed than the times he'd undressed for bed or let Jackson undress him. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and did his best not to think about it. He watched the way Jackson's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed instead, and eased his fly open slowly.
Jackson shifted a little in his seat, which alerted Bellamy to the growing bulge in his pants, then made a wanting noise.
Finally, he expelled a gusty breath and stood, walking over to Bellamy. He leaned down, gripping Bellamy's thighs, and kissed Bellamy's shoulder, starting to trail wet kisses toward his neck.
Bell let out a quiet noise, tilting his head to give him better access. "Yes," he breathed, sliding his fingers into Jackson's hair.
"Mmm, Bell," Jackson murmured, then he scraped his teeth over Bellamy's skin and nipped gently at his jaw, making his way toward Bellamy's ear. "Wanted to keep watching, but I think the only way I could have not touched you would be if you tied me up," he breathed, then sucked at Bellamy's earlobe.
"I wanted you to touch," Bell said, his breathing speeding up. "Want to touch you, too." His hands fumbled at Jackson's shirt.
Jackson drew his tongue over the shell of Bellamy's ear as Bellamy undid his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, then Jackson grabbed the edges of Bellamy's shirt and tugged him out of the chair for a proper kiss, shoving Bellamy's shirt off too once he was on his feet.
That sent a thrill of desire through Bellamy, and he returned Jackson's kiss hungrily. As soon as he got his arms out of his shirt, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jackson's pants. "You're so sexy," he murmured against Jackson's lips.
Jackson hummed an appreciative noise, and Bellamy felt him shift as he kicked out of his shoes. "God, it's been weeks, hasn't it?" he panted, kissing down the other side of Bellamy's neck and out to his shoulder while his hands pushed at Bellamy's already open pants.
"I'm sorry I haven't been up to it," Bellamy murmured. He was glad for Jackson's hesitance the day Bell had asked Jackson to fuck him so he could forget, but Bellamy had pretty much drunk away any chances they'd had since then. And immediately prior to that, Jackson had been ordered to rest for seven days, and only received one blow job. "I want this so much." He shivered under Jackson's touch. "I love you."
"I love you too," Jackson said, lifting his head to kiss Bellamy again as his hand slid down to cup Bellamy from outside his boxers. "Want this."
Bell's hips jerked into Jackson's touch. Oh God he wanted this. "Whatever you want," he promised, shoving Jackson's pants further down on his hips.
Jackson curled his fingers around Bellamy's cock, stroking lightly through the fabric. He sucked in a shaky breath and slowed his kisses. After a moment, it almost seemed like Jackson was slightly distracted, but then he pulled back just enough to whisper against Bellamy's lips. "I want to give myself to you."
Bellamy's breathing hitched at those words. He kissed Jackson slowly and thoroughly, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. Even though Jackson had said he wanted that sometime, Bellamy had assumed that was a far distant 'sometime' and, since he'd been fine with the way things were, he hadn't intended to ask. But having Jackson offer like this... "I want you so much, J," he whispered, and kissed Jackson again. He pulled back enough to look into Jackson's eyes. "Teach me how to make you feel good."
Jackson gave him a small smile and leaned in for a kiss. "You've already forgotten what I did for you?" he murmured, but his tone held a gentle teasing to it. "Off," he said, pushing Bell's boxers down with his pants, and then pushing his own off, kicking them to the floor.
Bellamy felt a little jolt in his chest and he stepped out of his pants. "You were showing me how you like it?" he said, letting his gaze run hungrily down Jackson's pleasantly fit torso to his cock. God, he was gorgeous. Bell licked his lips and met Jackson's gaze.
Jackson shrugged one shoulder, watching Bellamy. His expression said he was obviously pleased by how Bellamy was looking at him. "I was showing you the basics," he said, stepping in and kissing Bellamy slowly. "I can't honestly say I remember what I like when it comes to this. I…" He swallowed hard. "I never thought I'd offer again until… well, until you happened."
Oh. Oh. Bell cupped Jackson's face in his hands and leaned in for a soft kiss. "J," he breathed. "God, I love you." He let one hand fall to Jackson's shoulder, stroking down until he could rest his fingers at Jackson's hip. He was a little breathless as he guided Jackson back toward the bed.
"That's why I offered," Jackson said, kissing Bellamy. When they got to the bed, Jackson tugged Bellamy down with him, pulling their bodies tight.
Bellamy hadn't been nervous a moment ago, but as the gravity of what Jackson was offering hit him, Bell's heart was racing for reasons that had less to do with arousal and more with nerves. Not that his body had stopped paying attention to Jackson's. Bell couldn't swallow the noise of pleasure that escaped as his erection pressed against Jackson's.
Bell opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Finally he just forced the words out. He knew Jackson wouldn't laugh. "Now I'm a little nervous," he admitted.
Jackson huffed a breath that might have been a laugh, but just smiled at Bellamy. "Don't be," he whispered. "It's just," he murmured, giving Bell a teasing kiss. "Your body." Another kiss. "And my body." Another.
Bell couldn't keep from melting into those kisses, even though he was still afraid he'd mess up. He deepened the next kiss, pressing his hips down against Jackson's. "I definitely like your body," he breathed against Jackson's lips. He kissed him again, then trailed more kisses along his clean-shaven jaw. "And your body with my body." He rolled his hips against Jackson's again, his confidence beginning to return with the new wave of desire that sent through him.
Jackson let out a small moan, arching under Bellamy. "Good," he panted. His hands clutched at Bellamy's back, then slid down to his ass, urging Bellamy to keep doing what he was.
"You're so gorgeous," Bell whispered. Remembering something Jackson had done their first time, he ducked his head and scraped his teeth gently against Jackson's jaw. "So sexy." He sucked gently, pressing his hips down again. "Love you."
"God," Jackson gasped, his hips jerking up against Bellamy's as he pressed himself into Bellamy's mouth. "More," he managed.
Bell hummed and nibbled teasingly along Jackson's jaw, pleased at that reaction. He loved making Jackson unwind enough to act like this. "J," he breathed, and sucked Jackson's earlobe in his mouth to work his tongue over it. When he pulled back, he scraped a little harder with his teeth, then went back to sooth it with his lips.
Jackson hissed, but only turned his head to give Bellamy better access. "Bell," he panted, sliding a hand up across Bellamy's spine until it buried itself in Bellamy's hair. The hand that was on Bell's ass reached over and fumbled in the bedside table for a moment, and then Jackson was resting the bottle of lube by his hip and gripping Bellamy's ass again.
He pulled Bellamy against him and thrust, groaning. "Yes."
That felt so good. And Jackson obviously liked Bell using his teeth. Bell smiled against Jackson's skin and tried a series of gently nips until he reached Jackson's Adam's apple and could scrape his teeth lightly against it.
Bell was panting as he shifted his hips against Jackson's, sending another wave of pleasure through him. He groaned Jackson's name, his voice low.
Jackson's breath had gone ragged, and Bellamy felt him shift slightly. Then Jackson's legs were parting and Bellamy settled between them automatically. Jackson draped one of his thighs over Bellamy's hip. "More teeth," he gasped.
A low noise escaped Bellamy's throat as he pressed closer and hot pleasure flashed through him. He wasn't sure why it was so hot that Jackson liked that, but it was. "So sexy," he whispered, nibbling and sucking his way back up to Jackson's jaw. "Love you," he added, because it still felt so good to say those words. Then he closed his teeth on the spot just under Jackson's ear.
Jackson gasped, arching under Bellamy, his fingers going tight in Bell's hair for a moment, then loosening again. "Love you," Jackson managed. "Love this. God… driving me crazy."
"What do you want?" Bellamy panted, "Tell me, J." He closed his teeth on Jackson's earlobe and pulled back slowly, flicking his tongue against the skin.
Jackson let out a gusty breath. "Your teeth on my chest. Your fingers… getting me ready," he panted. "For you."
Bellamy groaned and pulled back for a brief, hard kiss on the mouth, then he began working his way down Jackson's neck to his shoulder, the pressure of his teeth varying from teasing to what he thought would be this side of painful. God, he hoped he wasn't biting too hard. When his lips reached Jackson's nipple, he closed his teeth gently, flicking his tongue against it while he fumbled for the bottle Jackson had left next to him.
"Want you so much," Bell murmured. "You're so hot. C'n barely believe you're letting me do this." He got what looked like too much lube, then frowned and added a little more. He couldn't remember exactly what Jackson had done--he'd been a little preoccupied--but it seemed like there had been a lot. He slid his hand down to circle one finger at Jackson's entrance. Then he scraped his teeth against Jackson's chest.
Jackson sucked in a breath at the same time his entrance clenched against the tip of Bellamy's finger. "God," he groaned, his hand in Bellamy's hair urging him be rougher with his mouth. "Good," he breathed.
"S'okay?" Bell asked, his body singing with desire. God, the reactions he was getting from Jackson were just fanning his desire. He pressed a couple of wet kisses against Jackson's chest, then bit gently, panting hard but prepared to let go if he'd read Jackson wrong.
"Harder," Jackson panted, his fingers tightening in Bellamy's hair just a little, then he rolled his hips just enough to press himself against Bellamy's finger more firmly.
Bell made a noise of acknowledgment, though he was a little uncertain about the biting. He bit a little harder, then pulled back to stroke his tongue across the little dents in Jackson's skin. "Sure?" he breathed.
"Yes," Jackson panted. "Please."
If it made J happy, Bellamy wasn't going to argue, but he was still worried he'd bite too hard. He kissed the spot he'd bit before and moved just a little, then closed his teeth harder. Then he remembered he had other things he was supposed to be doing too. He pressed his fingertip a little more firmly at Jackson's entrance, trying to gauge Jackson's reaction.
Jackson's breath was ragged, but his hand slid out of Bell's hair and over his shoulders. "M'ready," he panted. "Whenever you are."
He'd definitely taken more time getting Bellamy relaxed and ready, and Jackson hadn't really said how long it had been since he'd done this, but Bell was still worried about hurting him. "Already?" he asked, nipping at Jackson's collarbone.
Jackson let out what might have been a breathy laugh. "For your finger," he panted.
"Oh," Bell said, laughing a little. God, he'd gotten so worried about the biting that Jackson obviously wanted that it had thrown him off a little. "Sorry. Distracted," he mumbled, and nipped Jackson's collarbone again as he pressed his finger slowly inside.
Jackson gasped softly, arching against the bed and squeezing his eyes shut. He pressed his head back against the pillow and shifted his hips down toward Bellamy. "Bell," he panted.
"Okay?" Bellamy asked, and nipped again, harder. Then he sucked at the spot. He was having a hard time catching his breath suddenly. It still seemed incredible that he was allowed to have this. "Want to make you feel good," he whispered.
"You are," Jackson breathed. He shifted a little and made a noise that was a little higher pitched than Jackson normally sounded. "Hook your finger forward," he managed.
Bell did as he was told, pulling back to watch Jackson's face. He was so gorgeous.
Jackson gasped, then moaned, his entire body reacting to Bellamy's shifting finger. His eyes were still closed, but his expression looked suddenly more relaxed, his mouth open as he panted softly. "Can make someone come… just massaging that spot," he panted. "Not what I want you to do, but… God, Bell..."
Bellamy let out a noise of pure wanting. "You're so fucking hot," he breathed, staring at Jackson. He leaned in to capture Jackson's mouth with his as he worked his finger inside Jackson.
Jackson moaned against Bellamy's lips, his fingers pressing firmly into Bellamy's back. "God," he panted, pressing his body up against Bellamy's as he kissed Bellamy again. "Deeper."
Bellamy slid his finger in deeper, his breath coming fast. "Want you so much," he managed, his gaze hungry on Jackson's face.
Jackson let out a low groan. "Want you too," he breathed. "Not ready yet." Then he actually whimpered and pressed himself down against Bellamy's finger again. "Another."
"God," Bellamy breathed, "Another?" he asked, pressing a second finger against Jackson's entrance. He didn't actually press inside, though, just in case. He ducked his head and bit lightly at Jackson's jaw.
"Yes," Jackson said, his tone insisting.
Bellamy hadn't really realized how vulnerable he must have looked when he asked Jackson to fuck him. There was something incredibly arousing about the way Jackson was making himself vulnerable to Bellamy. Bell pressed another finger in slowly alongside the first, and at the same time, he bit harder at Jackson's jaw. His chest felt tight with how intimate this was.
Jackson made a noise somewhere between discomfort and pleasure, panting heavily as he pressed his head back, pressing his jaw harder against Bellamy's mouth. Bellamy stilled his hand and Jackson gasped for a breath. Then he must've realized Bellamy stopped moving, because he choked out, "No… s'good."
"Okay," Bell breathed, sliding his fingers deeper. "You're so gorgeous," he mumbled against Jackson's jaw. "Can hardly wait to be inside you."
"God, yes," Jackson panted, his hand sifting into Bellamy's hair. He pressed his body down against Bellamy's fingers with a low groan, his other hand clutching at Bellamy's back. Bellamy didn't think he was imagining the slight shakiness in Jackson's breathing now.
"This is good?" Bell asked breathlessly. Jackson was trembling just a little, and Bell wasn't sure if he should keep pressing on, or if he should slow down. Bell found himself wondering how long it had been since J had let someone have him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask. Bellamy licked and sucked his way down Jackson's neck, then bit at the spot where Jackson's neck met his shoulder.
Jackson moaned at the feel of Bellamy's teeth, his nails digging into Bellamy's shoulder a little. "Yes," he panted. "Mm. Adrenaline. M'fine."
"Okay," Bell breathed, his teeth scraping lightly against Jackson's skin. "Love you so much. Want you." He worked his fingers inside Jackson, trying to massage the spot Jackson had indicated. "So much."
"God," Jackson gasped, writhing under Bellamy a little when Bellamy hit the spot again. "God, fuck me," he demanded.
"You're so gorgeous," Bellamy panted. "Sure you're ready?" He slid his fingers out of Jackson and started slicking his cock with lube, but there was no way he would push inside without J's okay. "Don't want to hurt you."
"Not going to," Jackson said, his breath shaking. Bellamy watched his chest heave a few times, and then Jackson finally opened his eyes again and lifted his head. "Want you," he breathed, looking at Bellamy through half-lidded eyes.
"God," Bell breathed. "You're so hot." He ducked his head to kiss Jackson hard, positioning his cock against Jackson's entrance. "Want to feel you," he panted, the head of his cock nudging Jackson's entrance.
Jackson hooked a hand around the back of Bellamy's neck and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. "Then feel me," he said, sounding breathless.
Bell let out a ragged breath, then pressed slowly inside, the tight heat making him pant. "God, J," he gasped. "Oh, God."
Jackson's nails were digging into his back a little deeper, and Jackson drew several short, gaspy breaths once the head of Bellamy's cock slipped inside of him. But when Bellamy spoke, he breathed something like a laugh. "I know," he said, voice shaking. "Good, right?"
Bell panted a couple of breaths. "God, yes," he managed, trying to keep himself still. "Good for you?" he managed.
"Yeah," Jackson said, and then he shifted a little to hook one of his legs up over Bellamy's hip, his lower leg draping over the upper curve of Bellamy's ass, which forced himself down over Bell's cock a little more. "All the way."
Bellamy groaned at the flash of desire that sent through him. "Yes," he gasped, letting Jackson pull him closer. "You feel so good." He could barely keep himself from thrusting against that tightness, but he forced himself to be still. "So good," he managed.
Jackson groaned. "God, Bellamy, move," he insisted, kissing Bellamy hard.
Bell couldn't fight the wave of pure lust Jackson's demands sent through him. His hips jerked, then he gasped, "Really?" just before they jerked again. It felt too good to resist when Jackson was encouraging him like this. "Oh, God," he managed. Just a gentle thrust sent pleasure shooting through every part of him. "So hot."
"Fuck, you feel huge," Jackson panted, but it didn't seem to be a complaint at all. "God... love you."
"S'okay?" Bell managed. He didn't want to stop--his body was demanding more--but he would if Jackson said to. Even as he thought it, he thrust inside again, almost unable to stop himself. "Feels good," he gasped. "So tight--"
"More," Jackson breathed, and the hand in Bellamy's hair moved between them as Jackson started to stroke himself. His hips rolled up to meet Bellamy's next thrust.
Bellamy couldn't suppress the quiet moan that escaped him. "God, J," he panted, his gaze hungry on Jackson's face as his hips jerked. This felt amazing, and he wanted to make sure it was the same for Jackson. "Let me touch you," he panted, reaching to cover Jackson's hand with his own.
Jackson let his hand fall away, and gripped Bellamy's ass, urging him to thrust harder. Bellamy obliged, trying to match the strokes of his hand to his thrusts. Soon Jackson's breath was hitching with each thrust. "Want to… want to come with you inside me," he managed, then kissed Bellamy again, moaning against his mouth.
Bell couldn't catch his breath. He wanted so much to give Jackson what he wanted. "Yes," he panted, stroking faster and trying to keep his thrusts regular. He was so close to losing control, though. "Need you to come," he managed. "For me, J. Because I'm inside you." He felt his face get hot from the way he was talking, but Jackson had liked that their first time. "Because you feel so good," he panted.
For the second time tonight, Jackson whimpered, and it sent a thrill through Bellamy that caused him to jerk his hips harder than he had been. "Ah!" Jackson gasped, tensing briefly and then melting back against the bed again, his body pliant. "Like that," he said, leg tightening around Bellamy. "Getting there."
"J," Bell panted, letting his hips jerk again, "J, so sexy." He couldn't tear his gaze away from Jackson's face. He loved seeing Jackson's reactions to all of Bellamy's movements.
Jackson was slack-jawed, panting, little noises of pleasure escaping him with each thrust and each slide of Bellamy's hand. "Stop holding back," he choked out. "Fuck me. Mmm…. so close."
A hungry noise escaped before Bellamy realized it, and he thrust harder. "Oh, God," he managed, but the look on Jackson's face was irresistible. Bell let go of his control, still watching Jackson's face hungrily as he thrust hard and fast. "So hot," Bell panted. "J--come."
"God, yes," Jackson groaned, letting himself be jostled by each of Bellamy's thrusts. "Yes, yes," he said, almost babbling now. "Ye--" He tensed, gasping, and then spasms of orgasm hit him, each one causing him to clench around Bellamy's cock.
"Fuck," Bell gasped, watching Jackson's face. God, it was so amazing to see Jackson come because of what Bellamy had done, was doing. Bell kept thrusting through Jackson's orgasm, enjoying the spurt of Jackson's release on his hand. "So gorgeous," Bell panted, "so hot, so amazing--" God, he was close himself.
Jackson's movements were languid suddenly, his body heavy with orgasm. He was just letting Bellamy use his body now for his own pleasure, so relaxed. He smiled faintly, barely opening his eyes to look at Bellamy, then opened his mouth to say something. Whatever he'd intended to say got lost in a small moan, though.
"Oh, God," Bell gasped, and leaned in to kiss Jackson hard. He thrust hard a few more times, his breathing hitching. God he was close, so close-- Bellamy thrust hard and fast, chasing the climax that was just out of reach, and then he groaned, low and loud, as his climax hit him.
Jackson let out a small, pleased noise, and pulled Bellamy in for a slow kiss as Bellamy worked his hips a few more times, drawing out every bit of his release before stopping. "God, Bell," Jackson panted. "So sexy."
Bellamy's hips slowed almost without his decision, and he returned Jackson's kiss breathlessly. "Needed--" he managed, then sucked in a breath. "Need you." His body was still thrumming from the extra energy they'd generated, but he felt so good. "Love you," he whispered, letting his eyes fall mostly closed.
"Love you," Jackson returned immediately, then kissed Bellamy. His fingers were in Bell's hair again, tracing shapes against his scalp. "Mmm."
"God," Bellamy breathed, shifting over Jackson but not trying to pull away. "That okay?" he whispered, hoping he'd done all right. "Y'r so gorgeous." He scraped his teeth against Jackson's throat.
Jackson chuckled. "You couldn't seem to stop telling me a minute ago," he murmured. "It was good." A slow grin spread across his face. "If I'm sore tomorrow, it will have been worth it."
"Fuck," Bellamy panted, melting against Jackson. He felt so damn good. "It was okay?"
"I just told you it was good," Jackson murmured gently, stroking his hands over Bell's back.
Bellamy couldn't swallow the pleased noise that welled up in his chest. "Love you so much, J," he mumbled, tugging Jackson against him.
"I love you too," Jackson said, his voice warm. "Thank you for tonight."
Bellamy kissed him slowly. "You are so welcome," he murmured. "Thank you. That was amazing."
Chapter Eleven
Title: Lips That Have Smiled, Eyes That Have Shed Tears - Chapter 10/12
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.
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, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Bellamy felt like death warmed over when he dragged himself out of bed for his first shift as a janitor the next day. Of course he was on second shift, which meant he and Jackson wouldn't have as much time together, which made it even worse.
His new supervisor was Sally Mbege, a pretty black woman about his mother's age, and she was so genuinely nice that Bellamy found himself inclined to like her, even though he'd intended to hate everything about working in sanitation. She showed him the ropes and assured him there would probably be a chance to switch shifts at some point.
It didn't make everything all right, but at least it wasn't as bad as he'd feared.
He beat Jackson home that night, and after a while found himself fidgeting, caught between boredom and unhappiness. It would be so easy to slip over to Farm Station. Jackson wasn't even home. Bellamy could be careful not to drink so much he was sick...
But he'd promised. And no matter how awful life was right now, he still had Jackson, and that made it possible for him to get up every morning, even though he didn't particularly feel like it. If he fucked up enough that Jackson walked away...
In the end, Bellamy read a little of Leaves of Grass and ended up crying in bed, but he managed to stay sober. He tried to stay awake long enough for them to at least talk a little, but he woke up the next morning as Jackson was getting out of bed.
He reached out and curled his fingers loosely around Jackson's arm, and Jackson hummed and leaned back to brush his lips against Bell's. "I'm sorry I woke you," he said softly.
"Glad you did," Bell mumbled. "Didn' mean to fall asleep last night."
"I'm glad you did," Jackson said. "Abby and I had an emergency. I got back late." He kissed Bellamy again. "How was your first day?" he asked, getting up and padding over to the bathroom in his boxers.
Bell shifted over to his side, admiring Jackson's lean, muscled form sleepily. "Not as bad as I expected," he admitted. "Not great, but it could have sucked a lot more than it did."
Jackson disappeared into the bathroom, and a few seconds later, Bellamy heard him start to relieve his bladder. "That's a start," he said. "How's your new boss?"
"I like her. I'll say this for sanitation work, it doesn't feel as adversarial as the guard is." Bellamy yawned. "I think you've done something to my brain, though. I like her more than I'm used to."
Jackson flushed and reappeared in the bathroom doorway. "That's a good thing, right?" he asked, smiling faintly.
Bell snuggled into the blankets, frowning sleepily at him. "Life was easier when I didn't like people," he complained, though he knew Jackson would probably see through him.
"Hmm," Jackson said thoughtfully, nodding. "You liked me before." He turned around and started preparing to brush his teeth.
"Only because it was impossible not to like you," Bell grumbled. "You completely messed up everything my Mom taught me about being safe. It's annoying." He didn't mean it, though.
"I'm sure. Very," Jackson said, sounding almost amused, but then he went silent for a while as he brushed. The water ran for a moment, then Jackson was leaning against the bathroom doorframe, giving Bellamy a crooked smile. "Why are you in my bed if I'm so annoying?"
"Because as annoying as you are, you're gorgeous and you make me happy," Bellamy said. Just because he hadn't been truly happy for a week or so didn't make that untrue. He had the sudden desire to drag Jackson back to bed.
"Well, in that case," Jackson said, going to sift through his drawers to dress.
Bellamy sighed and threw back the covers. He got out of bed and padded across the room to wrap an arm around Jackson's waist. "In that case, what?" he demanded, and pulled Jackson close enough to press a kiss against his neck.
Jackson leaned back against him. "In that case, I guess it's okay," he said, a smile in his voice. He turned in Bell's arm to face him. "You should sleep. Your shift is later than mine," he said, kissing Bellamy gently.
"Hopefully that'll change eventually," Bellamy said, and kissed Jackson back. He slipped his fingers through Jackson's hair, pulling his body hard against Bellamy's. "You should try to get home earlier tonight," he whispered. "I really want you to fuck me."
"Mmm," Jackson hummed, kissing Bellamy with a little more hunger. "You shouldn't be getting me worked up right now," he breathed, but kissed Bell again. He pulled back and cupped a hand against Bell's jaw, his gaze going slightly more hesitant suddenly. "You… you didn't drink yesterday, did you?"
Bellamy told himself he didn't have the right to feel hurt by the question. "I promised," he said, holding Jackson's gaze. "I don't want to do something that would make you walk away from me."
Jackson nodded, then kissed Bellamy, this time more tenderly. "Walking away from you is the last thing I want," he breathed.
Bellamy smiled against Jackson's mouth and kissed him again. "That's good to hear," he whispered. "I've gotten used to having someone sleep next to me." He tried to make his tone light, but the truth was, he hated the idea of sleeping without Jackson. He hated the idea of being without Jackson in his life. He bit back the L-word one more time as an idea occurred to him. "I should stop distracting you," he murmured.
Jackson pulled back to look at him, giving him maybe the strongest smile Bellamy had seen from him in a week. "You should," he said. He leaned in for another kiss. This time it was just barely more than a peck, but Jackson's hand slid down to squeeze Bell's ass briefly before he pulled away. "Go back to bed," he insisted, pulling a shirt out of his drawer.
Bellamy snorted in amusement. "Now you're getting me worked up," he complained, but he crawled back under the covers. "Tell Doctor Griffin I said hi," he said, pulling the blanket up to his chin and watching Jackson dress.
Jackson finally pulled on his jacket, and sat on the edge of the bed to get his shoes on. When he was done, he leaned over to kiss Bell. "I'll try to be home on time. Have a good day," he said, then got up to leave.
"You too," Bellamy said, smiling as he closed his eyes.
That afternoon, Bellamy swallowed his pride enough to ask Sally about romantic gestures. When she assured him that flowers were, in fact, almost always a safe bet, he felt a little better about his plans.
As soon as his shift was over, he headed for Farm Station. Hannah Green sighed when she saw him, but after he explained what he was there for, she smiled and pointed him in the right direction for roses. He didn't have a lot, so when he found out just how expensive and difficult to grow the roses were, he decided three roses would have to do.
He hid the roses in his drawer at home, then picked up dinner, hoping it wouldn't get cold before Jackson got home. Then he went home, changed out of his sanitation jumpsuit, and did his best to get everything set up for Jackson.
Dinner was probably already lukewarm by the time Jackson walked in the door. He looked tired, but glanced around the room and smiled. "Did you clean?"
"Just a little," Bellamy said, leaving his chair and going to kiss Jackson hello. "Long day."
"Mmm," Jackson said, nodding. "Someone came in with a compound fracture near the end of the day. That's why I'm late." He looked over at the table, where Bellamy had set the table and left their food. He groaned and pressed his forehead to Bell's shoulder. "I'm so glad you got dinner. I'm starving."
Bellamy smiled, wrapping his arms around Jackson briefly. "Good. We should eat before it gets cold, then."
He kissed Jackson's hair and then pulled back, curling his fingers around Jackson's fingers to tug him to the table. Jackson let himself be led over to the table, then took his jacket off and draped it over his chair before sitting.
He dug in right away, and Bellamy wondered if he'd skipped lunch. "How was your day?" he said.
"Boring," Bellamy said. "I picked up recycling from about a hundred households, then spent the afternoon sorting it." He started eating. "But on the positive side, I guess, no one tripped me or 'accidentally' hit me with their shock stick, so."
Jackson gave him a sympathetic look. "I'd prefer you be bored than beaten," he said, shoving another bite of food in his mouth.
Bellamy poked his fork at his food. "I just wish I felt like my job mattered," he admitted. "As a guard cadet, I knew I was going to protect people. There's not a lot of satisfaction in...in keeping people from drowning in their own trash."
Jackson chewed for a moment, watching Bellamy. "If there were no janitors, this whole Ark would be a nightmare," he said. "I may not be a sympathetic vomiter, but the smell of rotting trash makes me gag."
Bell snorted. "You don't have to try to make me feel better. I know someone has to do it. I just never thought it would be me." He shrugged. "Enough about me. How was your day? Besides the compound fracture?"
"Mostly routine," Jackson said. "A lot of the same. Still some flu lingering, but not as bad as it was."
Bellamy nodded. He hadn't quite worked out the best time to give Jackson his flowers. If he'd thought ahead, he probably would have put them next to Jackson's plate. Since it was too late for that, he wondered if he should wait until after they were done eating. He took another bite of food. Planning a romantic night in had seemed like a better idea in theory.
"I'm sure you probably don't want to hear about lanced infections while we eat," Jackson said, smiling faintly as he took another bite of food.
"Uh...Maybe not," Bell admitted. "I'd ask you about what books you've read lately, but I'm not sure you've read anything since we paused on Foundation and Empire." He gave Jackson a teasing smile.
"Good assumption," Jackson said. "I've been a little preoccupied." He reached over and squeezed Bell's upper arm briefly, then let go to continue eating.
Bellamy laughed faintly. He knew J had been preoccupied with making sure he was okay. And if he were entirely honest, he wasn't okay, generally speaking. But he'd decided that for tonight, whatever happened, he was going to be okay. "I should have realized a long time ago that good doctors make good boyfriends," he said softly.
Jackson huffed a breath, looking up at Bell. "Maybe," he said. "I've met some asshole doctors, though."
"Fine," Bell said, trying to sound annoyed. "I should have realized you would make a good boyfriend." He glowered at Jackson for a moment, then added, "Except until you loaned me that poetry book, I wasn't sure if you even liked guys."
Jackson chuckled softly. "I made sure to tell you my first boyfriend gave it to me," he said. "I didn't know if you liked guys either, but I tested the waters."
Bellamy smiled faintly. "You remember how I complained about feeling too much?" he asked softly. "That part about the bare-stript heart..." He paused, then finished, "I get it now."
Jackson looked up at him, smiling. The smile was faint at first, but then it slowly kept growing until Jackson was practically beaming at him. "That's one of my favorite lines."
Bellamy smiled back at him, glad he'd said the right thing. He still wasn't sure he really understood the poetry, on an intellectual level, but he felt it. Maybe that's how poetry was supposed to be read. He bit his lip, then set down his fork. "I got you something."
He crossed the room and pulled the three roses out of his drawer, trying to hide them until he could see Jackson's face. "I'm told on Earth I would have gone for red," he said, "but since these are on the Ark for medicinal purposes..." He pulled them out from behind his back and held them out, watching Jackson. "You'll have to put up with pink."
Jackson blinked at them for a moment, looking confused, but then a smile bloomed on his face. He took the roses and held them under his nose, inhaling deeply, then looked up at Bellamy. His expression went more serious, but he couldn't hide his obvious pleasure as he said, "You shouldn't have."
Bellamy smiled faintly at him. "Yeah, I should have. You've been incredible. Especially the past week. You've stood by me and kept me going." His eyes prickled, but he blinked them clear. He took a deep breath, his heart suddenly pounding. "I wanted to do something to help me show you that... I love you."
Jackson sucked in a sharp breath, surprise crossing his face. A moment later, there was almost a look of wonder in Jackson's eyes, but then he smiled and stood, wrapping his arms around Bellamy and kissing him hard. "Thank God," he said, pulling away just enough so that their lips brushed when he spoke and sounding like a weight had been lifted off him suddenly. "I love you."
Bellamy kissed him again. "You jerk," he whispered, smiling at him. "You just wanted me to say it first."
Jackson chuckled, shrugging. "Maybe," he said. "Maybe there just hadn't been a good time."
"Last night, I decided there probably wasn't going to be a good time unless I made one," Bellamy admitted. He kissed Jackson again, more slowly. "And I got tired of trying not to blurt it out when I was drunk or miserable, so I figured I'd better create an opportunity."
"I was getting tired of trying not to say it while you were drunk and miserable too," Jackson admitted. "So thank you." He kissed Bellamy again, then pulled back. "Have you smelled these?" he asked, holding the roses still clutched in his hand up to Bell's face.
Bell took an obliging sniff, then smiled, pleased. "You like them?"
"I love them," Jackson said, lowering the roses to kiss Bellamy again. "Even if I feel mildly guilty you spent anything on me, I love them." He kissed Bellamy again. "I love you."
Bellamy made a happy noise, stroking his fingers through Jackson's hair. "Mom knew," he whispered between kisses. "I do think she liked you. She was just afraid because of Octavia." He dipped his head to kiss Jackson's neck, pressing his forehead against his shoulder. "She knew I loved you."
"She did bring up love at the dinner table," Jackson reminded him. He let out a happy sigh, holding Bellamy close. "I'm torn between finishing dinner and taking all your clothes off."
Bellamy snorted. "Considering I'm fairly certain you skipped lunch today, finish dinner first, clothes off after." He kissed Jackson's jaw. "Clearly you need me to make sure you have regular meals."
Jackson hummed a disappointed noise, but when he pulled back to look at Bellamy, he was smiling. "I'll eat," he said, "if you say it again."
"I love you," Bellamy said, laughing a little. "And I love knowing I'll be useful if I keep making sure you eat."
Jackson snorted and kissed him hungrily, sliding a hand down to squeeze Bell's ass. "You are useful for so much more than that."
That made Bellamy laugh out loud. "God, I love you," he said, grinning at Jackson. He kissed him once more, then pulled away entirely. "Sit. Eat. And if you do that, then you can take off all my clothes."
He sat down and started eating to show he wasn't going to let Jackson distract him from dinner. After a couple of bites, he felt an odd pang of guilt. Was it really okay for him to be so happy? He tried to shove it down. His mom had known he loved Jackson, and she'd told him to be happy. Surely it was okay. Wasn't it?
Jackson busied himself with putting the flowers in water and placing them on the bedside table before sitting back down to eat. He couldn't seem to stop smiling as he started eating again.
The slight tightness in Bellamy's chest relaxed. Seeing that expression on Jackson's face made him feel like this had to be okay. How could it not be okay for Bellamy to do something that made his boyfriend so happy? He smiled at Jackson and stretched his leg out to press against Jackson's. "You're ridiculously cute when you smile like that," he said quietly.
Jackson laughed. "Wow, it's been a long time since anyone called me cute," he said, sliding both legs out and trapping Bell's ankle. "And no one has ever given me flowers."
"You just...you look younger with that unstoppable smile." Bellamy hadn't realized before then how often Jackson looked mildly worried about something. Maybe, since Jackson's job was so important and had so much pressure...maybe it was a good thing that Bellamy's new job wasn't like that. It might give Bellamy more time to take care of Jackson. He thought of something Jake Griffin had said after Jackson's concussion, that it was nice to see someone taking care of Jackson for a change. "I like it."
Jackson tried to glare at him unsuccessfully. "Are you saying I look old normally?"
Bell snorted. "Just...like you carry a lot with you," he said after a moment. "I don't see you this relaxed very often."
Jackson's smile faded a little, but didn't disappear. "I'm not this relaxed often," he admitted. "I haven't let myself in years."
"I'm glad I get to see it," Bell said softly. He reached across the table to brush his fingers against Jackson's cheek. "I love you. You tired of me saying that yet?"
"No," Jackson said, turning his head to kiss Bellamy's fingers. "Not at all." He trapped Bell's fingertip gently in his teeth and drew his tongue over it, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
That sent a frisson of desire through Bellamy. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, watching Jackson hungrily. But then straightened and shook his head. "Finish dinner," he said, though he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out if Jackson kept this up.
Jackson ducked his head forward and captured Bell's finger entirely in his mouth. He pulled back slowly, sucking, and gave Bell a heated look. He released Bellamy's finger, though, and sat back. "You're no fun," he complained, and took a bite of his food.
"Nn. I'm trying to behave so you can eat," Bellamy grumbled, wishing he hadn't stopped Jackson.
Jackson snorted and took another bite of food. There was still desire in his gaze, but he said, "Finish yours too."
"At least I ate lunch," Bellamy said, giving him a pointed look, but he picked up his fork again. "I love how much you care about your patients, but you can't take good care of them if you're skipping meals. I'd feel guilty if I distracted you from dinner."
Jackson shrugged and kept eating. "As long as I don't let my hands get shaky, I'm good," he said. "I have a couple small things in my desk to eat if I need to."
Bellamy grinned. "Note to self: Next time, chocolates. Edible presents are better."
Jackson shook his head, making a disapproving noise. "Next time, just you. I don't need gifts. Just you."
Bell ducked his head, grinning at the table. How had he gotten lucky enough to find the guy who just wanted him, as he was? Not the guard cadet, not a guy who would give him presents, but just Bellamy? He glanced up at Jackson. "I'm so damn lucky," he whispered.
"You're not the only one," Jackson said, grinning. He took another bite of food, then tilted his plate up toward Bellamy to show it was empty. "May I be excused now, Mr. Blake?"
"I did promise you dessert, didn't I?" Bellamy leaned back in his chair, giving him a slow smile.
"You did," Jackson said. "I intend to collect on that." His gaze was roaming Bellamy's face.
Bellamy held his gaze and lifted one hand to undo the top button of his shirt. "I was hoping you'd say that," he murmured, giving Jackson an obvious once-over.
Jackson swallowed hard and let his gaze drift down to Bellamy's throat, and his fingers on the second button down his shirt. "I said I was going to take off all your clothes, but I don't mind letting you do that while I watch," he breathed.
"You're not going to help?" Bellamy asked innocently.
Jackson, in answer, slouched in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, never looking away from Bell.
"Oh, really?" Bell said, grinning at him. "So you want dessert and a show?" He worked his way slowly down the rest of his buttons, then paused, watching Jackson.
Jackson licked his lips, his gaze shamelessly roaming Bellamy's chest and stomach. "God, you're sexy," he whispered.
"Glad you think so." Smirking, Bellamy shrugged his shirt a little off his shoulders, but didn't really take it off before moving on to the fly of his jeans. If he thought about this too much, he felt oddly more exposed than the times he'd undressed for bed or let Jackson undress him. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and did his best not to think about it. He watched the way Jackson's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed instead, and eased his fly open slowly.
Jackson shifted a little in his seat, which alerted Bellamy to the growing bulge in his pants, then made a wanting noise.
Finally, he expelled a gusty breath and stood, walking over to Bellamy. He leaned down, gripping Bellamy's thighs, and kissed Bellamy's shoulder, starting to trail wet kisses toward his neck.
Bell let out a quiet noise, tilting his head to give him better access. "Yes," he breathed, sliding his fingers into Jackson's hair.
"Mmm, Bell," Jackson murmured, then he scraped his teeth over Bellamy's skin and nipped gently at his jaw, making his way toward Bellamy's ear. "Wanted to keep watching, but I think the only way I could have not touched you would be if you tied me up," he breathed, then sucked at Bellamy's earlobe.
"I wanted you to touch," Bell said, his breathing speeding up. "Want to touch you, too." His hands fumbled at Jackson's shirt.
Jackson drew his tongue over the shell of Bellamy's ear as Bellamy undid his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, then Jackson grabbed the edges of Bellamy's shirt and tugged him out of the chair for a proper kiss, shoving Bellamy's shirt off too once he was on his feet.
That sent a thrill of desire through Bellamy, and he returned Jackson's kiss hungrily. As soon as he got his arms out of his shirt, he hooked his fingers in the waistband of Jackson's pants. "You're so sexy," he murmured against Jackson's lips.
Jackson hummed an appreciative noise, and Bellamy felt him shift as he kicked out of his shoes. "God, it's been weeks, hasn't it?" he panted, kissing down the other side of Bellamy's neck and out to his shoulder while his hands pushed at Bellamy's already open pants.
"I'm sorry I haven't been up to it," Bellamy murmured. He was glad for Jackson's hesitance the day Bell had asked Jackson to fuck him so he could forget, but Bellamy had pretty much drunk away any chances they'd had since then. And immediately prior to that, Jackson had been ordered to rest for seven days, and only received one blow job. "I want this so much." He shivered under Jackson's touch. "I love you."
"I love you too," Jackson said, lifting his head to kiss Bellamy again as his hand slid down to cup Bellamy from outside his boxers. "Want this."
Bell's hips jerked into Jackson's touch. Oh God he wanted this. "Whatever you want," he promised, shoving Jackson's pants further down on his hips.
Jackson curled his fingers around Bellamy's cock, stroking lightly through the fabric. He sucked in a shaky breath and slowed his kisses. After a moment, it almost seemed like Jackson was slightly distracted, but then he pulled back just enough to whisper against Bellamy's lips. "I want to give myself to you."
Bellamy's breathing hitched at those words. He kissed Jackson slowly and thoroughly, one hand coming up to cup his cheek. Even though Jackson had said he wanted that sometime, Bellamy had assumed that was a far distant 'sometime' and, since he'd been fine with the way things were, he hadn't intended to ask. But having Jackson offer like this... "I want you so much, J," he whispered, and kissed Jackson again. He pulled back enough to look into Jackson's eyes. "Teach me how to make you feel good."
Jackson gave him a small smile and leaned in for a kiss. "You've already forgotten what I did for you?" he murmured, but his tone held a gentle teasing to it. "Off," he said, pushing Bell's boxers down with his pants, and then pushing his own off, kicking them to the floor.
Bellamy felt a little jolt in his chest and he stepped out of his pants. "You were showing me how you like it?" he said, letting his gaze run hungrily down Jackson's pleasantly fit torso to his cock. God, he was gorgeous. Bell licked his lips and met Jackson's gaze.
Jackson shrugged one shoulder, watching Bellamy. His expression said he was obviously pleased by how Bellamy was looking at him. "I was showing you the basics," he said, stepping in and kissing Bellamy slowly. "I can't honestly say I remember what I like when it comes to this. I…" He swallowed hard. "I never thought I'd offer again until… well, until you happened."
Oh. Oh. Bell cupped Jackson's face in his hands and leaned in for a soft kiss. "J," he breathed. "God, I love you." He let one hand fall to Jackson's shoulder, stroking down until he could rest his fingers at Jackson's hip. He was a little breathless as he guided Jackson back toward the bed.
"That's why I offered," Jackson said, kissing Bellamy. When they got to the bed, Jackson tugged Bellamy down with him, pulling their bodies tight.
Bellamy hadn't been nervous a moment ago, but as the gravity of what Jackson was offering hit him, Bell's heart was racing for reasons that had less to do with arousal and more with nerves. Not that his body had stopped paying attention to Jackson's. Bell couldn't swallow the noise of pleasure that escaped as his erection pressed against Jackson's.
Bell opened his mouth, but he couldn't think of anything to say. Finally he just forced the words out. He knew Jackson wouldn't laugh. "Now I'm a little nervous," he admitted.
Jackson huffed a breath that might have been a laugh, but just smiled at Bellamy. "Don't be," he whispered. "It's just," he murmured, giving Bell a teasing kiss. "Your body." Another kiss. "And my body." Another.
Bell couldn't keep from melting into those kisses, even though he was still afraid he'd mess up. He deepened the next kiss, pressing his hips down against Jackson's. "I definitely like your body," he breathed against Jackson's lips. He kissed him again, then trailed more kisses along his clean-shaven jaw. "And your body with my body." He rolled his hips against Jackson's again, his confidence beginning to return with the new wave of desire that sent through him.
Jackson let out a small moan, arching under Bellamy. "Good," he panted. His hands clutched at Bellamy's back, then slid down to his ass, urging Bellamy to keep doing what he was.
"You're so gorgeous," Bell whispered. Remembering something Jackson had done their first time, he ducked his head and scraped his teeth gently against Jackson's jaw. "So sexy." He sucked gently, pressing his hips down again. "Love you."
"God," Jackson gasped, his hips jerking up against Bellamy's as he pressed himself into Bellamy's mouth. "More," he managed.
Bell hummed and nibbled teasingly along Jackson's jaw, pleased at that reaction. He loved making Jackson unwind enough to act like this. "J," he breathed, and sucked Jackson's earlobe in his mouth to work his tongue over it. When he pulled back, he scraped a little harder with his teeth, then went back to sooth it with his lips.
Jackson hissed, but only turned his head to give Bellamy better access. "Bell," he panted, sliding a hand up across Bellamy's spine until it buried itself in Bellamy's hair. The hand that was on Bell's ass reached over and fumbled in the bedside table for a moment, and then Jackson was resting the bottle of lube by his hip and gripping Bellamy's ass again.
He pulled Bellamy against him and thrust, groaning. "Yes."
That felt so good. And Jackson obviously liked Bell using his teeth. Bell smiled against Jackson's skin and tried a series of gently nips until he reached Jackson's Adam's apple and could scrape his teeth lightly against it.
Bell was panting as he shifted his hips against Jackson's, sending another wave of pleasure through him. He groaned Jackson's name, his voice low.
Jackson's breath had gone ragged, and Bellamy felt him shift slightly. Then Jackson's legs were parting and Bellamy settled between them automatically. Jackson draped one of his thighs over Bellamy's hip. "More teeth," he gasped.
A low noise escaped Bellamy's throat as he pressed closer and hot pleasure flashed through him. He wasn't sure why it was so hot that Jackson liked that, but it was. "So sexy," he whispered, nibbling and sucking his way back up to Jackson's jaw. "Love you," he added, because it still felt so good to say those words. Then he closed his teeth on the spot just under Jackson's ear.
Jackson gasped, arching under Bellamy, his fingers going tight in Bell's hair for a moment, then loosening again. "Love you," Jackson managed. "Love this. God… driving me crazy."
"What do you want?" Bellamy panted, "Tell me, J." He closed his teeth on Jackson's earlobe and pulled back slowly, flicking his tongue against the skin.
Jackson let out a gusty breath. "Your teeth on my chest. Your fingers… getting me ready," he panted. "For you."
Bellamy groaned and pulled back for a brief, hard kiss on the mouth, then he began working his way down Jackson's neck to his shoulder, the pressure of his teeth varying from teasing to what he thought would be this side of painful. God, he hoped he wasn't biting too hard. When his lips reached Jackson's nipple, he closed his teeth gently, flicking his tongue against it while he fumbled for the bottle Jackson had left next to him.
"Want you so much," Bell murmured. "You're so hot. C'n barely believe you're letting me do this." He got what looked like too much lube, then frowned and added a little more. He couldn't remember exactly what Jackson had done--he'd been a little preoccupied--but it seemed like there had been a lot. He slid his hand down to circle one finger at Jackson's entrance. Then he scraped his teeth against Jackson's chest.
Jackson sucked in a breath at the same time his entrance clenched against the tip of Bellamy's finger. "God," he groaned, his hand in Bellamy's hair urging him be rougher with his mouth. "Good," he breathed.
"S'okay?" Bell asked, his body singing with desire. God, the reactions he was getting from Jackson were just fanning his desire. He pressed a couple of wet kisses against Jackson's chest, then bit gently, panting hard but prepared to let go if he'd read Jackson wrong.
"Harder," Jackson panted, his fingers tightening in Bellamy's hair just a little, then he rolled his hips just enough to press himself against Bellamy's finger more firmly.
Bell made a noise of acknowledgment, though he was a little uncertain about the biting. He bit a little harder, then pulled back to stroke his tongue across the little dents in Jackson's skin. "Sure?" he breathed.
"Yes," Jackson panted. "Please."
If it made J happy, Bellamy wasn't going to argue, but he was still worried he'd bite too hard. He kissed the spot he'd bit before and moved just a little, then closed his teeth harder. Then he remembered he had other things he was supposed to be doing too. He pressed his fingertip a little more firmly at Jackson's entrance, trying to gauge Jackson's reaction.
Jackson's breath was ragged, but his hand slid out of Bell's hair and over his shoulders. "M'ready," he panted. "Whenever you are."
He'd definitely taken more time getting Bellamy relaxed and ready, and Jackson hadn't really said how long it had been since he'd done this, but Bell was still worried about hurting him. "Already?" he asked, nipping at Jackson's collarbone.
Jackson let out what might have been a breathy laugh. "For your finger," he panted.
"Oh," Bell said, laughing a little. God, he'd gotten so worried about the biting that Jackson obviously wanted that it had thrown him off a little. "Sorry. Distracted," he mumbled, and nipped Jackson's collarbone again as he pressed his finger slowly inside.
Jackson gasped softly, arching against the bed and squeezing his eyes shut. He pressed his head back against the pillow and shifted his hips down toward Bellamy. "Bell," he panted.
"Okay?" Bellamy asked, and nipped again, harder. Then he sucked at the spot. He was having a hard time catching his breath suddenly. It still seemed incredible that he was allowed to have this. "Want to make you feel good," he whispered.
"You are," Jackson breathed. He shifted a little and made a noise that was a little higher pitched than Jackson normally sounded. "Hook your finger forward," he managed.
Bell did as he was told, pulling back to watch Jackson's face. He was so gorgeous.
Jackson gasped, then moaned, his entire body reacting to Bellamy's shifting finger. His eyes were still closed, but his expression looked suddenly more relaxed, his mouth open as he panted softly. "Can make someone come… just massaging that spot," he panted. "Not what I want you to do, but… God, Bell..."
Bellamy let out a noise of pure wanting. "You're so fucking hot," he breathed, staring at Jackson. He leaned in to capture Jackson's mouth with his as he worked his finger inside Jackson.
Jackson moaned against Bellamy's lips, his fingers pressing firmly into Bellamy's back. "God," he panted, pressing his body up against Bellamy's as he kissed Bellamy again. "Deeper."
Bellamy slid his finger in deeper, his breath coming fast. "Want you so much," he managed, his gaze hungry on Jackson's face.
Jackson let out a low groan. "Want you too," he breathed. "Not ready yet." Then he actually whimpered and pressed himself down against Bellamy's finger again. "Another."
"God," Bellamy breathed, "Another?" he asked, pressing a second finger against Jackson's entrance. He didn't actually press inside, though, just in case. He ducked his head and bit lightly at Jackson's jaw.
"Yes," Jackson said, his tone insisting.
Bellamy hadn't really realized how vulnerable he must have looked when he asked Jackson to fuck him. There was something incredibly arousing about the way Jackson was making himself vulnerable to Bellamy. Bell pressed another finger in slowly alongside the first, and at the same time, he bit harder at Jackson's jaw. His chest felt tight with how intimate this was.
Jackson made a noise somewhere between discomfort and pleasure, panting heavily as he pressed his head back, pressing his jaw harder against Bellamy's mouth. Bellamy stilled his hand and Jackson gasped for a breath. Then he must've realized Bellamy stopped moving, because he choked out, "No… s'good."
"Okay," Bell breathed, sliding his fingers deeper. "You're so gorgeous," he mumbled against Jackson's jaw. "Can hardly wait to be inside you."
"God, yes," Jackson panted, his hand sifting into Bellamy's hair. He pressed his body down against Bellamy's fingers with a low groan, his other hand clutching at Bellamy's back. Bellamy didn't think he was imagining the slight shakiness in Jackson's breathing now.
"This is good?" Bell asked breathlessly. Jackson was trembling just a little, and Bell wasn't sure if he should keep pressing on, or if he should slow down. Bell found himself wondering how long it had been since J had let someone have him, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to ask. Bellamy licked and sucked his way down Jackson's neck, then bit at the spot where Jackson's neck met his shoulder.
Jackson moaned at the feel of Bellamy's teeth, his nails digging into Bellamy's shoulder a little. "Yes," he panted. "Mm. Adrenaline. M'fine."
"Okay," Bell breathed, his teeth scraping lightly against Jackson's skin. "Love you so much. Want you." He worked his fingers inside Jackson, trying to massage the spot Jackson had indicated. "So much."
"God," Jackson gasped, writhing under Bellamy a little when Bellamy hit the spot again. "God, fuck me," he demanded.
"You're so gorgeous," Bellamy panted. "Sure you're ready?" He slid his fingers out of Jackson and started slicking his cock with lube, but there was no way he would push inside without J's okay. "Don't want to hurt you."
"Not going to," Jackson said, his breath shaking. Bellamy watched his chest heave a few times, and then Jackson finally opened his eyes again and lifted his head. "Want you," he breathed, looking at Bellamy through half-lidded eyes.
"God," Bell breathed. "You're so hot." He ducked his head to kiss Jackson hard, positioning his cock against Jackson's entrance. "Want to feel you," he panted, the head of his cock nudging Jackson's entrance.
Jackson hooked a hand around the back of Bellamy's neck and pulled him in for another hungry kiss. "Then feel me," he said, sounding breathless.
Bell let out a ragged breath, then pressed slowly inside, the tight heat making him pant. "God, J," he gasped. "Oh, God."
Jackson's nails were digging into his back a little deeper, and Jackson drew several short, gaspy breaths once the head of Bellamy's cock slipped inside of him. But when Bellamy spoke, he breathed something like a laugh. "I know," he said, voice shaking. "Good, right?"
Bell panted a couple of breaths. "God, yes," he managed, trying to keep himself still. "Good for you?" he managed.
"Yeah," Jackson said, and then he shifted a little to hook one of his legs up over Bellamy's hip, his lower leg draping over the upper curve of Bellamy's ass, which forced himself down over Bell's cock a little more. "All the way."
Bellamy groaned at the flash of desire that sent through him. "Yes," he gasped, letting Jackson pull him closer. "You feel so good." He could barely keep himself from thrusting against that tightness, but he forced himself to be still. "So good," he managed.
Jackson groaned. "God, Bellamy, move," he insisted, kissing Bellamy hard.
Bell couldn't fight the wave of pure lust Jackson's demands sent through him. His hips jerked, then he gasped, "Really?" just before they jerked again. It felt too good to resist when Jackson was encouraging him like this. "Oh, God," he managed. Just a gentle thrust sent pleasure shooting through every part of him. "So hot."
"Fuck, you feel huge," Jackson panted, but it didn't seem to be a complaint at all. "God... love you."
"S'okay?" Bell managed. He didn't want to stop--his body was demanding more--but he would if Jackson said to. Even as he thought it, he thrust inside again, almost unable to stop himself. "Feels good," he gasped. "So tight--"
"More," Jackson breathed, and the hand in Bellamy's hair moved between them as Jackson started to stroke himself. His hips rolled up to meet Bellamy's next thrust.
Bellamy couldn't suppress the quiet moan that escaped him. "God, J," he panted, his gaze hungry on Jackson's face as his hips jerked. This felt amazing, and he wanted to make sure it was the same for Jackson. "Let me touch you," he panted, reaching to cover Jackson's hand with his own.
Jackson let his hand fall away, and gripped Bellamy's ass, urging him to thrust harder. Bellamy obliged, trying to match the strokes of his hand to his thrusts. Soon Jackson's breath was hitching with each thrust. "Want to… want to come with you inside me," he managed, then kissed Bellamy again, moaning against his mouth.
Bell couldn't catch his breath. He wanted so much to give Jackson what he wanted. "Yes," he panted, stroking faster and trying to keep his thrusts regular. He was so close to losing control, though. "Need you to come," he managed. "For me, J. Because I'm inside you." He felt his face get hot from the way he was talking, but Jackson had liked that their first time. "Because you feel so good," he panted.
For the second time tonight, Jackson whimpered, and it sent a thrill through Bellamy that caused him to jerk his hips harder than he had been. "Ah!" Jackson gasped, tensing briefly and then melting back against the bed again, his body pliant. "Like that," he said, leg tightening around Bellamy. "Getting there."
"J," Bell panted, letting his hips jerk again, "J, so sexy." He couldn't tear his gaze away from Jackson's face. He loved seeing Jackson's reactions to all of Bellamy's movements.
Jackson was slack-jawed, panting, little noises of pleasure escaping him with each thrust and each slide of Bellamy's hand. "Stop holding back," he choked out. "Fuck me. Mmm…. so close."
A hungry noise escaped before Bellamy realized it, and he thrust harder. "Oh, God," he managed, but the look on Jackson's face was irresistible. Bell let go of his control, still watching Jackson's face hungrily as he thrust hard and fast. "So hot," Bell panted. "J--come."
"God, yes," Jackson groaned, letting himself be jostled by each of Bellamy's thrusts. "Yes, yes," he said, almost babbling now. "Ye--" He tensed, gasping, and then spasms of orgasm hit him, each one causing him to clench around Bellamy's cock.
"Fuck," Bell gasped, watching Jackson's face. God, it was so amazing to see Jackson come because of what Bellamy had done, was doing. Bell kept thrusting through Jackson's orgasm, enjoying the spurt of Jackson's release on his hand. "So gorgeous," Bell panted, "so hot, so amazing--" God, he was close himself.
Jackson's movements were languid suddenly, his body heavy with orgasm. He was just letting Bellamy use his body now for his own pleasure, so relaxed. He smiled faintly, barely opening his eyes to look at Bellamy, then opened his mouth to say something. Whatever he'd intended to say got lost in a small moan, though.
"Oh, God," Bell gasped, and leaned in to kiss Jackson hard. He thrust hard a few more times, his breathing hitching. God he was close, so close-- Bellamy thrust hard and fast, chasing the climax that was just out of reach, and then he groaned, low and loud, as his climax hit him.
Jackson let out a small, pleased noise, and pulled Bellamy in for a slow kiss as Bellamy worked his hips a few more times, drawing out every bit of his release before stopping. "God, Bell," Jackson panted. "So sexy."
Bellamy's hips slowed almost without his decision, and he returned Jackson's kiss breathlessly. "Needed--" he managed, then sucked in a breath. "Need you." His body was still thrumming from the extra energy they'd generated, but he felt so good. "Love you," he whispered, letting his eyes fall mostly closed.
"Love you," Jackson returned immediately, then kissed Bellamy. His fingers were in Bell's hair again, tracing shapes against his scalp. "Mmm."
"God," Bellamy breathed, shifting over Jackson but not trying to pull away. "That okay?" he whispered, hoping he'd done all right. "Y'r so gorgeous." He scraped his teeth against Jackson's throat.
Jackson chuckled. "You couldn't seem to stop telling me a minute ago," he murmured. "It was good." A slow grin spread across his face. "If I'm sore tomorrow, it will have been worth it."
"Fuck," Bellamy panted, melting against Jackson. He felt so damn good. "It was okay?"
"I just told you it was good," Jackson murmured gently, stroking his hands over Bell's back.
Bellamy couldn't swallow the pleased noise that welled up in his chest. "Love you so much, J," he mumbled, tugging Jackson against him.
"I love you too," Jackson said, his voice warm. "Thank you for tonight."
Bellamy kissed him slowly. "You are so welcome," he murmured. "Thank you. That was amazing."
Chapter Eleven
