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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bellamy_Blake/John_Murphy
  Character:
      Bellamy_Blake, John_Murphy_(The_100)
  Additional Tags:
      D/s, Blindfolds, Top!Murphy, dom!murphy, sub!bellamy, bottom!bellamy,
      Body_Worship, Anal_Sex, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-08 Words: 4172
****** How I Should Forget To Think ******
by assholemurphy
Summary
     For a Nonnie on tumblr who requested something with Top!Murphy.
     With Clarke gone and Jaha back, Bellamy's job has gotten a whole lot
     harder. His people look to him for leadership but his decisions are
     under constant scrutiny by the Chancellors, and it leaves him
     frustrated and angry and he's not sure whether he wants to scream or
     pick a fight, but neither of those would go over too well. So he gets
     Murphy, the one person he trusts completely, to help him stop
     thinking, if only just for a little while. Okay, so there's a little
     bit of plot, but not much.
Notes
     Marked as Underage because Murphy is 17, according to canon.
     It's official, I'm damn near incapable of writing non-kinky Murphamy
     smut. Oops.
See the end of the work for more notes
Bellamy clenched his fists at his side, staring Jaha down from across the
table, “That is notgoing to happen and that's the end of it.”
“I don't think you understand who's in charge here,” Jaha retorted.
“I understand that it's not you. Yousent them down here to die.You sent
children to their deaths and now you expect them to let you lead them? It's not
happening. They are my people and until Clarke returns, they are solely my
responsibility. You're not in charge anymore,” He told them, turning on his
heel and leaving Jaha to scowl at him as he walked away.
Bellamy left the room, shoving his hands in his pockets and stalking out of the
station into the cool night air. Ever since they'd come back from Mt. Weather,
Kane and Abby had been making things hard for him and the hundred, or what
remained of them, anyway. He doubted it was intentional, but he'd come to the
conclusion the second they landed on the ground that he was not going to allow
the same thing that had happened on the Ark to happen down here. Not to his
people. Not if he could help it and he had made that very clear. It hadn't been
the most well received decision, but they'd patronized him for the most part.
At least, they had until Jaha had come back, which brought about a a whole new
level of hell for Bellamy. Jaha's return had only served to make his job
harder, since he seemed to be under the impression that Bellamy wasn't capable
of leading the hundred or making decisions involving them, despite the fact
that Bellamy had proven time and time again that he was indeed capable of doing
just that. So, now, every decision he made was under intense scrutiny and was
subject to condescending looks that came with offers of taking some of the
weight off of his shoulders.
Bellamy huffed and rolled his eyes, making his way towards the camp's gates.
With Clarke gone and Jaha back everything had gone to hell. The hundred looked
to him for leadership and for answers but Bellamy was struggling under it, not
that he would ever let it show. He was a good leader, a great one, but he
wasn't used to facing this kind of opposition, not alone, and he was tired.
Tired and frustrated and he felt like screaming and maybe starting a fight but
that wouldn't solve anything, in fact it would probably only prove Jaha's
point. He needed an outlet, and thanks to Jaha's return, he had one, because
Murphy had come back, too.
Murphy had caught on quick that Bellamy was agitated, but he'd said nothing,
waiting for Bellamy to come to him. It had taken being on edge for almost a
week before he'd finally decided to do something about and seek Murphy out.
Murphy had understood what he wanted before he'd even said anything, but he'd
taken great pleasure in watching Bellamy squirm and try to ask in the least
awkward way he could manage. He'd failed spectacularly, but the point had
gotten across and Murphy had agreed with no hesitation.
Earlier that day Murphy grabbed a few things and headed out to the dropship. It
was out of the way, abandoned and no one came around, even the Grounders stayed
clear of it now. They'd be alone with no chance of being interrupted. This
wasn't the first time they'd done it and it wouldn't be the last. Whenever
Bellamy was frustrated and stressed out he went to Murphy. Whenever he needed
someone else to be in charge for once, with nobody looking to him for anything,
whenever he needed to breathe and be taken care of he went to Murphy. And
Murphy never turned him away.
So, now, he waited for Bellamy to finish his meeting with the Chancellors, or
whatever they were now, and show up. He had no doubt that he would, but he had
been waiting over an hour and a half and it was getting to the point where he
was considering going to find him in case something had happened. Bellamy never
waited, never kept Murphy waiting, not this long anyway.
He was just about to give in and go looking for him, either to drag him back
here or yell at him for making him wait only to chicken out at the last second
and not even have the guts to say something to him when the curtain to the
dropship fluttered open and Bellamy walked inside, giving Murphy a sheepish
smile. “Meeting took longer than expected. Jaha had to give me a lecture.”
Murphy nodded, getting up from his position against the wall and walking to
Bellamy, stopping just in front of him, frowning, “He's not any better of a
leader, so I don't see what his problem is.” That was as close to sympathy as
Bellamy was going to get from him.
“It doesn't matter. Look, I don't- Can we not talk about Jaha?” That was the
last thing he wanted to think about right now.
“You want to talk about something else, then?” Murphy asked, coolly.
“I don't want to talk at all,” Bellamy admitted, fidgeting with the zipper of
his jacket, not able to meet Murphy's eyes. His demeanor had changed the second
he'd walked into the dropship, going from irritated and angry to awkward and
submissive almost immediately.
Murphy smirked, “What do you want?”
“To not think.” To not have to give orders, to not have to defend every
decision he made, to not have to decide anything in the first place. He needed
to give in to someone, to be told what to do for once. Being in charge, being
responsible for the lives of so many, it wore him down and he needed this.
Needed someone else to take control for a while, and Murphy had been there
since the beginning, there was no one he trusted more. “I don't want to think.
You can do whatever you want to me, but just don't let me think.”
Murphy stared at him for a moment, considering, and Bellamy was afraid he was
going to refuse. Usually there was something specific Bellamy wanted or needed
that Murphy could work with but this, this rarely happened. The last time it
had Bellamy had ended up with marks he'd felt for days, which had been a nice
reminder when dealing with the Chancellors. He wasn't sure what Murphy would
do, but he trusted him completely. They'd been doing this long enough for him
to know that Murphy would never do anything he hadn't agreed to.
Finally, after a too long silence that had left Bellamy biting his lip and
wondering if he'd said something wrong, Murphy asked, “What's the word?”
“Princess,” Bellamy told him without hesitation. It had been suggested as a
joke but it had served it's purpose and there was really no reason to change it
now.
Murphy nodded, “Then, strip.” He had an idea of what to do, of what Bellamy
needed, but it wasn't what they usually did. He'd wanted to try it for a while
now, anyway.
Bellamy swallowed hard, quickly pulling off his jacket and kicking off his
boots. There was no finesse to it, nothing more than undressing, but Murphy
hadn't told him to do anything other than that, so he wasn't going to. Soon,
his clothes were piled up next to the wall and Bellamy stood with his arms at
his sides. The cool air sent a shiver down his spine as he waited for Murphy to
tell him what to do, not looking up as he fidgeted under his gaze.
Murphy stepped forward, reaching out and placing a hand on Bellamy's waist so
he could pull him close, taking Bellamy's chin in his hand so he could pull him
into a kiss.
Bellamy gave in almost immediately, parting his lips and letting Murphy take
charge as the hand on his chin slipped down his chest. He inhaled sharply when
he felt Murphy take him into his hand, stroking him until he was hard.
Murphy smirked and nipped at Bellamy's lip, teasing him before letting go,
Bellamy whining at the loss. Murphy only snorted, giving Bellamy another kiss,
letting his hands wander across Bellamy's chest and down his sides as he did
so. Bellamy arched into the touch, bringing his own hands up hesitantly and
after receiving a nod from Murphy, he wrapped them around him, wanting to touch
him and hold him close because it had been too long since they'd done this and
really, he shouldn't have put it off for so long.
Murphy grinned and grabbed Bellamy's ass, pressing their hips together and
grinding against him the rough fabric of his pants making Bellamy groan. Murphy
pressed a kiss to his neck and purred, “Good. I like it when you're loud.”
Bellamy melted, his fingers digging into Murphy's back as Murphy began pressing
kisses up his neck, gentle, barely there pecks that made Bellamy writhe because
it wasn't nearly enough. He let out a quiet moan when Murphy scraped his teeth
against his neck, sucking a mark just below where his shirt would cover. He was
always careful not to leave any marks that could be seen, not wanting anyone to
find out. It wasn't something they were ashamed of, not at all, but this was
for them, not for anyone else to know about. That, and there was always the
chance someone would make them stop.
Once he was satisfied with the mark, Murphy pulled back, pressing one last kiss
to Bellamy's lips before stepping away to retrieve what he'd brought with him.
He searched around in the pile of items, the dim light from the lanterns making
it a challenge to find exactly what he was looking for, but eventually he stood
back up, a strip of dark cloth in his hand.
He returned to Bellamy, holding it up for him to see, “I'm going to put this on
you. It's a blindfold, you won't be able to see. You'll stand still and won't
move until I tell you to, understand?”
Bellamy nodded, “Yes.” They hadn't done this before, and he was kind of excited
to know what Murphy was going to do.
Murphy smiled and reached up to tie the cloth around Bellamy's head, making
sure not to catch any of his hair in the knot. He wave a hand in front of
Bellamy's face and asked, “Can you see anything?”
“Not really.”
“Is it okay?” Murphy asked, straightening the cloth a bit, brushing Bellamy's
cheek with his hand, smiling to himself when Bellamy leaned into the touch.
“Fine.”
“Good,” Murphy said, “Now, hands behind your head, don't move.”
Bellamy complied, lifting his arms and placing them on the back of his head,
knowing the position well. “What are you going to do?” He couldn't help but
ask, his curiosity getting the best of him. He'd never been good with patience,
especially when he wasn't sure exactly what he as waiting for.
Murphy circled around him, reaching out to brush his fingertips across
Bellamy's skin, shrugging despite the fact that Bellamy couldn't see it,
“Whatever I want.”
Bellamy shivered, the words making him even harder. He couldn't see Murphy,
couldn't guess at what he was going to do, and the anticipation left him on
edge, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The touches that came were gentle and
Bellamy was left wondering what Murphy was doing, why there was nothing behind
it. He wanted to ask, he hadn't been told to be quiet, but he was worried he'd
offend Murphy. Still, “You're not- I don't-” He wasn't sure how to word his
question, wasn't sure exactly what he was asking, anyway, but Murphy seemed to
catch on, stilling his hands on Bellamy's back.
“Just relax, would you? Let me do this. Whatever I want, right?” Murphy
whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of Bellamy's neck, “I want to touch you.
I want to take care of you.” He had figured that, with everything being so
overwhelming for Bellamy as of late, then perhaps he would respond better to
something different, softer. Bellamy had been snappy and angry, too much
pressure to make decisions and too much yelling and violent screaming matches
between him and the Chancellors. Murphy wanted to help him, to calm him down,
and that was exactly what he was doing. “Is that a problem?”
“No,” Bellamy shook his head. He wasn't used to it, it wasn't what he normally
asked for, but he couldn't say he wasn't enjoying it. If this was what Murphy
wanted, he wasn't going to make him stop. He fell silent as Murphy began where
he left off, kissing down Bellamy's spine. He relaxed into it, letting himself
give in to the feeling of not being in control of anything. There was nothing
to expect, no anticipating when it was going to become something else. There
was no pain, Murphy wasn't going to give that to him this time and Bellamy
couldn't bring himself to ask for it. This was better, this was what he needed
now. He wasn't just being distracted, he was being cared for, and all he had to
do was stand there as Murphy did as he pleased.
Murphy ran his hands over Bellamy's arms and down his sides, his fingers
turning to claws when he got to Bellamy's hips, lightly scraping over the skin
and making Bellamy hiss softly. He pulled Bellamy against him, holding him as
he pressed kisses up his shoulder and the side of his neck, nipping at his
earlobe and drawing out a low moan from Bellamy that went straight to Murphy's
dick. He loved it when Bellamy let go, he could be loud when he wanted to be,
and nothing turned Murphy on more.
Murphy took his time, kissing Bellamy everywhere but where he most wanted him
to, purposely not even coming close to his erection, though it had already
begun to leak onto his stomach. Murphy sucked marks across his collarbones,
loving the way Bellamy responded with shallow breaths and quiet groans. He
trailed kisses down Bellamy's chest, teasing one of his nipples before sucking
it into his mouth, Bellamy moaning loudly, arching into Murphy and letting out
an, “Oh, fuck,” when Murphy bit down.
Murphy continued teasing him until Bellamy was panting above him, each touch
making him moan, the blindfold only heightening his senses and Murphy's
constant teasing making him all the more sensitive. Murphy's hand brushed
Bellamy's inner thigh, almost but not quite touching his erection, Bellamy
jerking involuntarily, causing Murphy to take his hands away.
Bellamy was about to apologize and beg to be touched again when he felt
Murphy's breath ghost over his cock and he whined, causing Murphy to chuckle
softly, his tongue darting out to lick the tip, Bellamy choking out, “Oh, g-
god, Murphy,” above him before he pulled away completely. Bellamy let out a
whimper at the loss, hearing Murphy walk away from him, but Murphy said
nothing.
Murphy stripped his clothes off quickly and a moment later he was pressed
against Bellamy again, grinding against him, Bellamy groaning at the contact,
forcing himself to stay still and not rut against Murphy, searching for more
friction, so close to having what he wanted. Murphy kissed him once more before
ordering, “Give me your hands.”
Bellamy did so, taking a second to get the blood flowing back into them so they
weren't completely useless. He held them out, letting Murphy take them and lead
him towards the makeshift bed, carefully guiding him down onto it so that he
was laying down, Murphy straddling him, brushing the curls out of his face
before kissing his cheek, “You okay?”
All Bellamy could manage was a nod, any words he might have said getting caught
in his throat. Murphy pressed their lips together, kissing him, slow and soft,
and Bellamy could barely stand it. He could probably do this forever, just lie
there and let Murphy kiss him. There wasn't a part of their encounters he
disliked, but of it all, this was his favorite part. A million things tried to
force themselves out of his mouth but he bit them back, whispering a quiet
plea, “Tell me- Will you tell me I'm yours? Please?” He felt embarrassed
asking, his cheeks heating up, but he needed to hear it, needed to know that he
was Murphy's.
Murphy nuzzled his neck, telling him, his voice rough, “You're mine. Mine to
care for, mine to touch, all mine. You belong to me.” Bellamy was his and no
one else's and Murphy still had a hard time believing it, that the man beneath
him was willing to trust him this much, needed him this much. “God, mine.”
“Murphy,” Bellamy breathed out, reaching out for him, needing to touch him,
“Yours.”
“Always gonna be mine, aren't you?” Murphy asked, letting Bellamy pull him
close, loving how clingy Bellamy was being. They would have to do this more
often if this was how he was going to react. It broke a few of the rules that
were usually in play, but if Bellamy wanted him closer, Murphy saw no harm in
allowing him that for the time being.
He let Bellamy hold onto him as e sucked another mark into his neck, knowing
that Bellamy had a habit of touching them during meetings, using them as a
reminder and an anchor, helping him keep his cool under pressure. After a
moment Murphy sat back up, taking Bellamy's wrists in his hand and pinning them
above his head, demanding, “Keep them there.”
Bellamy swallowed and nodded, focusing on that while Murphy trailed kisses down
his stomach. He let his thoughts fade into nothing other than what was
currently happening, the way Murphy's lips felt and the quiet sound of a bottle
being opened before a hand was between his legs, a slick finger slipping into
him. He cried out, finally getting what he'd been wanting since he'd come to
Murphy that morning. He couldn't think of anything more than the way Murphy's
hands felt on him and the effort it took not to touch him in return.
Murphy stretching him slowly, working him open on his fingers, Bellamy keening
beneath him, reduced to a mewling mess as Murphy stretched him. He took his
time, only adding a second finger when Bellamy was begging beneath him.
“Murphy, Murphy, please!” He just needed Murphy to move it along faster, he
didn't know how much more he could take. “Please, Murphy, I- Oh, God, there-”
He cut off with choked sound as Murphy crooked his fingers, finding Bellamy's
prostate and making him writhe, “Please, Murphy, I need you, please!” He
begged.
Murphy shook his head, and then realizing Bellamy couldn't see him, he spoke,
“No, Bellamy,” He refused, then, in a kinder tone, “Just calm down, I've got
you. I'm going to take care of you, so just relax and let me do this.”
Bellamy stopped begging, only the occasional whine escaping him, and he gave in
to Murphy, to the feeling of being cared for, of not being the one taking care
of everyone else for a change. For once he could let go of thinking and it was
like being able to breathe again. Murphy was in control, not him, he was
entirely at his mercy but he knew Murphy would never really hurt him, even if
he liked to drive him mad with teasing. This wasn't about just getting off,
this was about Bellamy and not thinking and giving up control for just a little
while, something he often found himself needing desperately. Bellamy twisted
his fists in the blankets above his head, clenching them tightly with the
effort of not moving them.
Murphy stretched him until Bellamy began bucking into his hand, his body
reacting without his permission, a stuttered apology falling from his lips.
Murphy said nothing but pulled away and waited for him to settle down before
returning to the task at hand. He took longer than he needed to, no longer
doing it to prepare him but just to tease until Bellamy was trembling under
him, hard and pleading.
Finally Murphy took mercy on him, removing his fingers and slicking himself up,
giving Bellamy a moment to rest before entering him slowly, Bellamy's breath
hitching as Murphy entered him fully, stopping to let Bellamy adjust and
waiting until Bellamy bucked his hips into him to move.
Murphy went slow, almost painfully so, and it frustrated Bellamy to no end. He
was used to everything happening so fast, never slow or easy, never this.
Nothing was gentle on this planet, least of all Murphy, but right now he was.
For Bellamy, he was gentle, caring, and almost loving, and Bellamy felt like he
might just break because of it. There was no more thinking now, just him and
Murphy and the pleasure that came with every touch Murphy gave him.
Murphy thrust into him slowly, reaching up to take one of Bellamy's hands,
giving him permission to move them, Bellamy's free hand immediately coming to
grip Murphy's shoulder and Murphy intertwined their fingers, chalking it up to
another display of affection for Bellamy's benefit rather than his own, despite
that not being the entire truth. He drug it out as long as he possibly could
until Bellamy began to whimper and beg beneath him, pleading to be allowed to
finish.
Murphy kissed him and took him into his hand, Bellamy moaning into the kiss as
Murphy stroked him, purring, “Cum for me, Bell.”
That was all it took for Bellamy to finish, cumming with a cry of Murphy's name
that he was sure could be heard back at camp, but couldn't bring himself to be
embarrassed about, especially not with the quiet groan he got out of Murphy for
it as he quickly followed Bellamy over the edge.
They laid there for a minute, breathing hard and coming down. Murphy had
collapsed on top of Bellamy and he stayed there, just for a moment, until he
rolled over so he was laying next to Bellamy. He wiped his hand on the blanket
before he reached up, stroking the side of Bellamy's face, letting him know he
was there, and then took the blindfold off of him.
Bellamy blinked, waiting until his eyes had adjusted to the dim light of the
lanterns, before looking at Murphy who was smiling at him, not mocking like
usual, just content and caring, as he asked, “You better now?”
Bellamy nodded, his thoughts were still fuzzy and he was a little disoriented,
but he felt better than he had in a while. “Thanks,” He managed, giving Murphy
a blissful smile.
“Anything for you, my king.” The sarcasm was back, but there was no bite to it.
A joke, of sorts, almost bordering on affectionate and Bellamy ducked his head,
snorting softly.
After they'd come down a bit, their breathing evening out, Murphy grabbed for
the canteen from the pile of things and held it up, coaxing Bellamy to drink
it, the cool water soothing his throat. Murphy ran his fingers through
Bellamy's hair, whispering words of praise and comfort as he drank. He wondered
how long it would be before Bellamy was back here, on edge and frustrated,
considering the problems at camp, Murphy doubted it would be long. As much as
he loved this, being with Bellamy, he did wish it was because of something
else, not just out of need. Still, he'd never say it out loud, for fear of
scaring Bellamy off.
They laid there, neither one of them wanting to go back just yet, and
eventually, Murphy sighed and pulled Bellamy into his arms, holding him close.
They may as well just stay here for the night, since he doubted either one of
them had the energy to bother with getting dressed let alone walk back to camp
in the dark. Plus, it was a good excuse to be able to extend this for a little
while longer.
Bellamy relaxed into him, letting himself feel safe. He let Murphy hold him,
letting himself be the protected for once, rather than the protector. He felt
safe, with Murphy's arms around him, and comforted, like maybe he could walk
out of the tent in the morning and everything might just be okay. Bellamy knew
that it wouldn't last, that he would have to go back to being leader soon, but
for now, he was going to stay there, where he could give in and Murphy would do
whatever he needed him to. 'Anything for his king,' he thought, letting himself
fall asleep atop the makeshift bed, Murphy's arms wrapped tightly around him.
He wondered, not for the first time, if maybe that was Murphy's way of
admitting he honestly cared.
 
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