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Out of the corner of his eye, Jake spots Javy place a protective hand over his glass and he grins around his own rum and coke. Confetti rains from the ceiling, igniting the dense crowds with more thunderous cheers and raving limbs.
The song increases in volume, reverberating off of each wall of the club and pounding the bass down Jake’s chest. It’s the type to rattle his bones with each pulse, thumping alongside nonsensical lyrics he has to shout over to be heard.
Above through the confetti shines various neon lights, strobing colors and blinding flashes to the center of the dance floor. It leaves the other areas of the club dimmed and shrouded in an enticing darkness, including his position at the bar.
The atmosphere exudes with perspiring desire. Thick in the air with drunken laughter and the looking forward to something unknown but will undoubtedly happen.
Jake wants to drown in it all—sweating people pressed arm to arm and spilled alcohol included.
It’s one of those nightclubs where a lot goes down that no one bats an eye to. One they probably shouldn’t be inside of in the first place, but Jake’s certainly not excluded from temptation here and there.
The rush of adrenaline and coursing blood through his heart only adds to the excitement.
Plus, he’s not going to pass up half-naked men on platforms with other queer people each direction he turns; a night of pure human debauchery is just what Jake needs.
Earlier in the day Payback and Fanboy extended the invitation, and Jake simply asked how long he had to get ready. He looks good too, and it isn’t lost on others going by the hot stares he’s received throughout the night.
Wearing a simple black short-sleeve shirt that stretches perfectly across his chest with his slimmest pair of jeans ripped in just the right places—Jake fully intends on ditching Javy before the night is over.
Javy’s here as a good sport anyways, keeping Jake company and running on the good vibes all around. The free drinks that haven’t stopped coming for either of them doesn’t hurt either.
Payback and Fanboy are off somewhere dancing together as the most wholesome and nauseating couple who secretly fill Jake with envy and longing.
Regardless of that, Jake’s having a great night. No one around to judge and no weight of being perceived as a serviceman on his shoulders—only an open, welcoming environment with friends he trusts.
It’s a bit easier to hear by the bar on the upper level away from the dance floor. Jake’s leaning on it with his elbows while listening with one ear to a brunet flirting with him to his right.
He’s easy on the eyes, not endgame worthy but someone he’s willing to have a dance or two with. As Jake goes to ask him if he wants to, Javy abruptly smacks him hard on the stomach with the back of his hand.
“Dude, is that Rooster?” Javy exclaims, leaning closer to Jake’s ear.
The name startles him so severely his drink almost slips through his fingers. Tightening his grip, Jake whips his head forwards, his pulse thudding in his throat as he searches downwards through the sea of writhing bodies.
On instinct he wants to say no, to laugh the question off because of course it can’t be, but once Javy points to help him, his mouth parts in pure disbelief.
Jake would recognize the sight of him anywhere—a beacon more pronounced and signaling than any other magnifying light inside the club.
It is Rooster, clear as day.
Jake can’t tear his eyes away if he tries.
Off centered but near the middle of the dance floor and completely sandwiched between two other men of similar height and build. Not an inch separates their three bodies, but Jake can’t discern what the others look like, two static blurs with Bradley the clear vision in the center.
Jake swallows hard, throwing back the rest of his drink as he drags his eyes up and down Bradley’s form. He’s a sight to witness, dressed in a dark green muscle tank that shows off his thick biceps and the tightest pants imaginable, ones Jake never fathomed he’d own in the first place.
“Damn, didn’t know Rooster had an ass like that,” Javy says, mirroring Jake’s thoughts.
Jake ignores him, too enraptured by Bradley's loose curls and the wide palm he has on the man’s head behind to hold him close. His other rests low on the one in front’s ass, a forward and comfortable grope.
It’s mesmerizing. Gyrating together to the beat, bodies pressed and appearing right in his element like Bradley does this sort of thing all the time.
From where Jake can see, Bradley’s cheeks are flushed, his eyes lidded with a pleased little smile stretched across his face. Natural, sensual and every bit of a main attraction to anyone on the dance floor eager to get their hands on him.
Something foreign yet also not spears so incredibly painful in Jake’s chest, making him want to go outside and hurl.
“Since when is Rooster into men?” Jake shouts closely, his voice crackling.
Javy laughs, loud and sudden like he just told a good joke. “Since always?” Javy chuckles. Once he turns to Jake, Javy instantly sobers at whatever expression Jake’s wearing. “Dude, seriously?”
“How the hell would I know that?”
He’s unable to grasp Javy’s spreading confusion as if he’s the one having his world turned upside down.
Heat pools low in belly as he watches Bradley’s ass grind backwards and Jake has to quickly look away.
“You’re seriously telling me you two haven’t fucked?”
Jake merely stares at him. Somewhere in there the brunet has left, probably from the lack of attention, but he could not give a single fuck.
“Wow,” Javy says, taking a sip of his drink. “I just figured you didn’t want to talk about it.”
“No,” Jake answers uselessly. “No, we have not.”
He gravitates towards Bradley again, pulled in by his magnetism. The man behind starts to kiss up Bradley’s neck, and Jake wonders how pathetic it’d be to ask if they can bounce early once Bradley grins from it.
In a flash it’s too crowded in here, the beats sound terrible and the bass hurts his chest for all the wrong reasons.
He misses Javy studying him in his distraction. “But you want to, don’t you?” he asks.
Jake sighs, deflating against the bar. He stares up at the lights, watching the colors switch from purples to yellows to blues.
The question doesn’t upset him, nor does Javy’s astute observation of his reaction. More so he doesn’t understand how anyone doesn’t harbor feelings for someone like Bradley Bradshaw after knowing him for so many years.
Lurking in the back of his mind, a festering acknowledgment as the years passed that he can look but not touch, he can know but can’t have. Uselessly yearning while making no effort to stop, soaking up anything he can get and forcing it to be enough.
Witnessing Bradley bodied between two other men changes everything and also nothing at the same time.
“It doesn’t matter. He hates me,” Jake answers.
Javy’s eyebrows twist, and he sets his drink on the bar top. Glancing back and forth between him and Bradley as if he still doesn’t understand. “I can’t say I look at people I hate the way he does at you.”
Before Jake can demand what the hell that’s supposed to mean, Javy steps in front of him with an outstretched hand. “Want to test it?” he asks, grinning mischievously from ear to ear.
“What?” Jake responds, inane.
Javy shrugs and wiggles his fingers. “Dance with me and see what happens.” When Jake blinks at him, Javy raises an eyebrow. “You want your boy or not?”
“He’s not my boy,” Jake mutters, lost under the swelling music. He doesn’t touch how the thought affects him with a ten foot pole, but he takes Javy’s hand anyways.
Going outside and hurling still seems like the better idea as Jake’s stomach twists and flips over as he’s tugged along. If he takes the time to reflect, it’ll piss him off the way his body and mind is acting, allowing himself to be so bent out of shape about this.
Instead, he focuses on his racing pulse and follows Javy’s lead down the stairs and out to the dance floor. It’s incomprehensible what Javy’s trying to prove; Jake’s confident he’d have picked up on an ounce of reciprocation by this point.
He’s noticed the interest from all the men around him tonight, strangers he’ll never see again compared to Bradley who he can’t seem to escape at all.
All of that and the opposing factors aside, Jake does love to dance, so he allows Javy to position them at an angle on the other side of the club level with Bradley.
It’s worlds apart out here on the floor than near the bar. The vibrations rumble down into his toes, the lights above a warm heat to the back of his neck like he’s out at the beach. Surrounded by people with similar intentions, chasing the release that comes with succumbing to dancing in a crowded room.
Jake unwinds piece by piece, letting the atmosphere soothe his astonishment and tasting the thrill in the air. He should have asked Javy to dance in the first place, slowly becoming lost in the pulsating rhythm and the press of their bodies together.
The bass pounds down each notch in his spine as Javy holds him close, and no one matches his energy like his best friend.
He laughs joyfully as Javy grabs his ass, raising him up on his toes and grinning against Jake’s throat. Their temples touch and Jake holds him close with a hand on his neck, surely appearing as any other couple, but it isn’t weird or with intention—a comfortable bond he wouldn’t give up for anything.
Sweat beads at the base of his spine, warm from being held and nearly forgetting why they’re out here in the first place.
The song changes, and it should be comical the way it happens, yet it’s anything but.
Jake lifts his head from where it’s tucked in Javy’s throat and happens to glances sideways from under his lashes. He scans with bated breath, then has to grip Javy so tightly for stability once his and Bradley’s eyes lock.
It doesn’t happen instantaneously. It’s natural, the glance Bradley gives in their direction before he does an honest to god double take—locking onto Jake with tone and popping all of his anticipation, snaring him in Bradley’s attention.
Jake shivers, gasping to himself and bowing forward as Bradley’s mouth drops in surprise.
“He sees me,” Jake announces into Javy’s ear.
From their position, Javy’s on the other side of him, so it might not be clear who he’s dancing with. He doesn’t know if that helps or not, Jake still doesn’t understand his own fucking intentions here, but he does know intimately that he can’t stop taking in the various emotions flitting across Bradley’s face.
“How’s he looking?” Javy asks.
Disbelief, predictable and similar to his own earlier but enough for him to lose his rhythm for a second. No embarrassment as far as Jake can see however, nothing that screams he feels caught out by Jake witnessing him in such a manner.
No, then Bradley’s face shifts and he’s…he’s checking Jake out?
Achingly slow, branding up and down Jake’s form and at odds with the acceleration around. Burning, sizzling intention that rushes blood to his cheeks and breaks chills out on his arms.
Bradley looks to Javy then, having just noticed he’s with someone, and Jake’s eyes widen in bewilderment as his nostrils flare and his mouth tightens.
What the fuck. Jake grinds closer, tilting Javy’s head to the side and gazing openly in return. “Kind of pissed off? I don’t know.”
Javy chuckles and the sound shoots warmth down the front of Jake’s throat. “I told you.”
There isn’t time to process. Realizing others saw it before him, that Bradley being into him exists on some level at all. It seems like a far away reality, one where he hasn’t looked at Jake with disdain and contempt for so long.
None of that is present here.
Jake’s a fucking catch; his inability to believe isn’t rooted in an insecurity but a complete whiplash, rewriting over all he’s believed to be true. He doesn’t care to be taken off guard, but there’s a first time for everything—especially if it’s Bradley.
Bradley’s fixed attention on him and lost rhythm causes his partner behind to squeeze his hips and whisper something in his ear. Bradley shakes his head and tosses the man an easy smile, then he tilts Bradley’s jaw and pulls him into a searing kiss.
Bradley goes with it, turning in his arms and the man in front slides forward easily against Bradley’s spine. It’s messy, enthralling, and the hottest thing Jake has ever seen while simultaneously pissing him off.
For the first time tonight, Jake takes in the other men and doesn’t know how to feel as they look nothing like him. Athletic sure, but thicker in places Jake isn’t and with jet black hair on the one with his tongue down Bradley’s throat.
He gasps, unmoored on his feet as Bradley’s eyes flit open to gaze directly at him while giving it as good as he’s getting. Heat writhes inside of him, desperate to be free and pounce on his blossoming arousal and something else undefinable.
Bradley looks so fucking good, muscular in his tight clothes and sweating in the strobing lights. Jake grapples with his self control, but then the kiss breaks and Bradley smirks at him.
It clicks then—the something else he’s experiencing. It’s clear, pure, and visceral jealousy, and once he understands Jake snaps the fuck out of it.
There’s not a chance in hell he’s giving Bradley the upper hand. He could be making fun of him for all he cares, but Jake’s not going to be the fool, not when he’s out here looking this hot and having the pick of almost any man he could want.
Ignoring Bradley’s leer and how dizzy he is over it, Jake glances in the other direction and it doesn’t take long at all before he gets a chin jutting his direction with interest.
“Javy,” Jake says closely. “I need to do something that I can’t do with my straight best friend.”
Javy laughs like he predicted it, squeezing his hips fondly. “Be safe and text me when you’re home, yeah? And if you need help burying a body.”
Jake grins, vitality renewed. “I owe you one,” he responds, then he’s released and dancing straight into another.
The man smiles sweetly at him, blond and decently attractive but the opposite of his type. No issue, he’ll more than do and Jake spins in his arms to grind his ass backwards.
Jake grins as the man groans, chuckling against his shoulder and dancing with one hand slung low on Jake’s hips and the other hooked around his torso.
Exactly what he needs.
Returning to his element and forgetting about Bradley’s presence entirely. Experience has taught him it’s better to not give a fuck, and so what if Bradley’s also here. Jake’s out to have a good time and wind up in a bed he doesn’t recognize tomorrow morning.
No one deserves the power to veer his intentions, and his nerves settle amazingly once he remembers that fact.
The beat pulses like a slower R&B song, sensual and steady as fog begins to mist onto the dance floor. It reminds him of being high, the relaxation throughout his veins and the desire to allow his body to flow into the sensation.
He catches someone winking at him from a few feet away and Jake grins in return, wide and dirty.
“You’re gorgeous,” the man against him shouts.
Jake tilts his head, elongating his throat. “I know it, baby.”
He feels a smile against his skin, and Jake hasn’t experienced a rush like this in months. Grinding, swaying and reveling in the warm hands upon his tepid flesh.
He wouldn’t decline remaining just like this, lost in the chemicals and the fantasy of it all.
His eyes naturally flutter closed, heightening his senses to the sweat in the air, the various cologne and the pure bitter sex.
The hand on his hip slides to his waistband and under his shirt to palm over his belly. It’s large, warm and Jake moans into it, his arousal settled right there below the touch. He’s about to tell him to not be shy, until another pair of hands in front grabs him by the hips.
He isn’t going to deny one more, but all of his smug conceit evaporates into the misty atmosphere once Jake opens his eyes.
It’s Bradley.
Momentum completely gone, Jake falters hard—feeling caught out like he’s done something wrong when he hasn’t. His stomach drops and blood roars in his ears at their close proximity, staring into Bradley’s dark and dangerous eyes like they’ll hold Jake’s weight up for him.
The man behind notices how suddenly Jake tenses. “Don’t think you’re his type pal,” he shouts.
Bradley glances over Jake’s shoulder and Jake shivers as he smiles unkindly. “Fuck off,” he says, terse, rude and blunt—all because of him.
Jake trembles, unsurprised if he’s engulfed in flames from Bradley’s stare. He feels like he’s going to die if he doesn’t get Bradley’s eyes back on him and without thinking he palms the back of Bradley’s neck with both hands.
It gives him what he wants, Bradley’s attention snapped towards him. The man lets go, probably from Bradley’s withering glare, but as soon as he releases Jake, Bradley pulls him in close and fits him to his front like he knows he’ll slot in perfectly.
Their foreheads touch and Jake’s speechless. Gazing at one another like they’re having a familiar silent conversation—a glimpse over the shoulder in a classroom or a thumbs up high in the clouds.
Bradley’s hands press in on his hips so tightly it hurts. Jake’s out of breath from nothing at all, dancing so in-sync and proving that they can be, that it’s possible for them to understand each other like real people do.
It’s different this close. Bradley under his nerve receptors and attainable, within his grasp and not a far away fantasy to watch and flounder over.
The rest of the nightclub fades into a background presence of noise and static except for the steady beat that keeps his heart pumping rapidly.
Bradley’s hand migrates to his ass without an ounce of hesitancy, cupping his cheek fully and then they’re rolling into one another in a filthy, sordid grind.
Jake’s jaw trembles, panting for his demanding touch and for the way Bradley’s looking at him like he's everything he’s ever wanted, wrapped up on this dance floor surrounded by strangers and stale alcohol.
It fucking pisses Jake off as well.
For all their past but also for mere minutes ago—Bradley’s hands on those other men and his lips pressed to someone else’s while having the gall to smirk at him.
He shouldn’t be capable of it. Bradley’s everything should remain just like this, wrapped and compressed inside Jake’s own matter. Blurring the edges of where he begins and Bradley ends.
His anger rises and drives his fingers into the hairs at the base of Bradley’s head. It’s light, cautious with intention but Bradley’s pupils still explode. No remaining familiar brown, no variations of swirling spots of green Jake has noticed years ago.
Distantly, he wants to see them in every light, outside of this nightclub and in the blistering sun or the ever falling snow on the other side of the world to see if they change into another unknown hue.
But here, all Jake sees is dark pools of hunger and arousal, blown into a void he yearns to nosedive into.
Testing, he gives the barest tug to Bradley’s hair and Bradley’s jaw clenches, staring into Jake as he continues tilting his head backwards. Once he’s fully extended, Bradley’s lips part on a silent breath, and Jake isn’t sure why he does it—fueled by desire as he leans forward and slowly licks up the column of Bradley’s exposed throat.
Salt bursts on his tongue, a taste he chases as Bradley’s groan reverberates up his palate. He wants to erase all traces of someone else from Bradley’s flesh, to leave behind his own scent and saliva to cool and percolate deep into his skin.
Jake’s afforded one suckle to Bradley’s fluttering pulse before he’s violently ripped away by his hair. He gasps as the pain to his scalp spears lust throughout his body and then Bradley’s invading his mouth, swallowing down Jake’s hurt noises.
Bullying his way in so unapologetically Jake whimpers and shudders all over from the force of it. Bradley’s fist in his hair stings so good, merciless and the same as the one clamped on his waist. It’s so fucking possessive, all-consuming to the point where he can’t feel anything but owned, wanted and had as Bradley sucks viciously on his tongue.
His facial hair burns against Jake’s tingling lips, solving his previous curiosity and scratching his face so enticingly. It’s rough, it hurts, and he's so hard in his jeans he’s clinging to any part of Bradley he can reach.
He has to rip away for air once his lungs burn unbearably, and if he were anywhere else, Jake would flush with embarrassment from how wet and messy his chin seems.
Bradley doesn’t allow him to go far, doesn’t allow him a moment to think before he’s kissing up the length of his jawline with claiming, voracious sucks.
His breath hitches with each one, practically useless in Bradley’s arms as he cages Jake in and holds him upright by brute force and strength.
He's in a daze, blearily staring up at the beaming lights and grasping weakly at Bradley’s shoulders. He’s never been this turned on in his life and it only gets so much worse, shivering from Bradley’s hot breath near his ear.
“I need you,” Bradley rasps, and Jake can’t handle it anymore.
It’s the first thing he’s spoken to him all night. Need, not want.
He takes Bradley’s hand, laces their fingers together and pulls him along through the dense crowds. Shouldering past bodies, his direction and destination speaking of blatant intention yet Bradley doesn’t protest, glued to his spine and barely giving space to walk.
His chest thuds painfully from how fast his heart pumps. Lacking the cognitive ability to believe he’s doing this in the first place, let alone with Bradley of all people.
Consumed by arousal and steeling his nerves, Jake leads him towards the south area of the club and into the backroom located there, Bradley right on his heels.
It’s dimly lit on purpose, voiding out the music from the concrete walls and grounding the situation more in reality.
The beat remains a distant thump, hearing his own thoughts again and suddenly aware of how loud he’s breathing.
Moans echo from inside, shadowed bodies moving together but Jake disregards it all to shove Bradley up against the wall. He grunts from the forceful collision then moans into the wild kiss Jake demands, caging Bradley in like he has him spread out on smooth sheets with all the time in the world and not some seedy unknown room.
Hearing Bradley’s noises clearly is beyond surreal, palpable and transparent; a stark reminder that Jake’s the cause, that his touch can incite such keening desperation in him.
In an instant it’s not enough. He yanks their lips apart, his hands frantic as he forces Bradley to hold his own shirt up and expose his heaving body. His fist is tight in the fabric as Jake glides his palms across his sweaty skin, leaning down to trail fleeting licks and sucks over his torso. Bradley’s skin is warm yet chilled, cold sweat and raised in pimples from his attention.
Bradley pants harshly, watching his descent and cursing once Jake’s on his knees. It’s heady, gazing up at him from this position, an intoxicating upper hand more prevalent than the alcohol soaking in his system.
It’s disgusting as well, knelt in such a place that reeks of cum and other fluids, exposed to anyone who can possibly be in here. He has no doubts there are eyes on the back of his head, yet it only spurs on Jake’s lust, his aching need in his jeans.
There isn’t a chance for rational thought, lost under Bradley’s quivering muscles on his tongue and Bradley’s attention holding his spine upright.
He yanks at Bradley’s belt, jostling the waistband as he kisses across the span of his hip bones. Through the dim, flickering over-light he parses out Bradley’s slack jaw, his track of Jake’s movements, but even without the light his eyes shine down on Jake’s face like a hot, melting brand.
Bradley hasn’t looked away from him since his first initial touch, and Jake never wants to witness him look at another ever again.
What else could there be to see, with Jake on his knees for him? Who the fuck else can give him something Jake can’t? No one, his brain decides definitively.
He holds Bradley’s eye as he pulls his belt through the loop, the metal clinking as Jake waits for anything to flit across his face—a protest, a laugh, a barbed wire twisted joke, yet nothing comes.
Just rasp attention on his shaky fingers, puffy, sore lips and his chest rising with fluttering anticipation.
He wants Bradley to ruin him.
Jake pulls Bradley’s pants and briefs enough to flop his cock and balls out over the waistband, nearly smacking him in the face. He’s so hard already from a few kisses, wet at the tip and long to where he hangs forward with heavy arousal.
“Fuck,” Jake exhales.
His jaw hurts just looking, and it’s exactly what Jake craves from sucking dick. He’s fucking good at it, and Bradley will surely remember that fact long after this is over.
Bradley’s free hand descends into his hair once he grips his cock by the base. He can sense Bradley’s hand muscles flexing, resisting the urge to pull and remaining gentle in his attention as Jake presses a small kiss to his slit. Watching Bradley’s face, Jake dips his tongue inside the barest bit and Bradley’s eyes roll, his cheeks red and dark enough to be seen.
It’s a rush, cataloging his reactions and learning what makes him tick. He laps at the sensitive head, his ears burning and his head dizzy from Bradley’s resulting moan.
Soon he learns Bradley’s a fucking faucet, leaking precum so steadily he has to swallow around it already. It’s bitter on his palate, addictive, musky and so wholly Bradley, Jake swirls his tongue in for more.
Bradley’s head thunks against the wall, gazing so intensely and vibrating as he continues to tease. He doesn’t take him into his mouth fully, only licking around the tip and breathing hotly down his pulsing length.
Jake waits him out, testing to see Bradley’s limits and desiring to know if his act on the dance floor remains a one off occurrence. He wouldn’t mind either way, but Jake needs to know everything if this is the only time he’ll get the chance.
His lips are still sore from that overpowering kiss, and he’ll get off for years solely from the memory of Bradley’s frenzied hunger for him.
A minute or two passes with his hand curled lax around Bradley’s cock and his lips light on the head. It doesn’t take long for Bradley’s face to twist, groaning as if he’s in pain. He lifts his head off the wall and Jake raises a challenging eyebrow at him.
Bradley’s jaw clenches and his thighs tremble as Jake widens his mouth, taking his cock inside inch by inch. He plans to suck just once, but then Bradley’s lip twitches, and before Jake can retract with the intention to tease further, Bradley finally palms the back of his neck and pulls him down.
They moan in unison as Bradley’s cock splits his mouth open, so fucking heavy on his tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Bradley stutters, breathless. “There you go.”
His voice spears new arousal in Jake’s groin, full of grit and pleasure received. He’d recognize Bradley’s cadence anywhere, but it surprises Jake each time he hears it tonight, new and excitingly different.
Bradley’s hand remains on the back of his head, grounding and purposeful as Jake begins to suck him off. His fingers rub through Jake’s short hair and tickle against his ear, almost tender yet with clear demand. The touch muddles his brain further, floating from the sensation and Bradley’s girth inside his mouth.
Jake tongues up the vein on the underside, his mouth flooded with saliva and desire on every taste bud. His cockhead is just shy of the sensitive area in the back of his throat, and he wants Bradley to overwhelm him, to use Jake’s everything for his pleasure.
“Jake,” Bradley sighs. His name exhales so sweetly off Bradley’s lips, like he knows just who's giving him it so good. Not some random hookup in the club, but Jake.
Breathing steadily through his nose, Jake grips Bradley’s jeans with both hands and tugs towards himself. Bradley hesitates for just a second, then his hips lift off the wall and tentatively roll into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Bradley exhales. “That’s good, sweetheart.”
Jake squeezes his eyes shut as he moans, the pet name burning down his spine. He digs his fingers in, thoughtless and short-circuiting from it. He’s greedy for more, for Bradley to be pleased with him, and he renews his efforts, concentrating and sucking hard down his cock.
Bradley curses sharply, fidgeting and touching him all over. His head, his shoulder, his face and his neck; he’s sensitive to each one. Jake takes a deep inhale, widens his jaw and descends until his nose buries in Bradley’s public hair.
“Oh my god,” Bradley groans, sounding agonized. His hips snap on instinct, gagging him on his cock. Jake’s stomach clenches and his eyes water, sputtering wetly, but before Bradley can retreat Jake grabs him tightly to keep him there. “Holy fuck.”
Anticipation sets in, tension in the air and teetering on the ledge until Bradley’s reservations must run out and his hand buries in Jake’s hair. Pulling him forward and off his length once, then Bradley groans loudly before he truly starts to fuck his throat.
Instantly it’s lewd, wetly obscene as Jake’s throat sputters and his blood pounds in his ears. His head empties of any beats or tempo, replaced with a desperate, painful need for Bradley to fill him so completely and take what he needs from his body.
He wants this always, wants to be Bradley’s and to hear him call Jake his own. The need for it strikes so intensely Jake straightens and hollows his cheeks, sucking hard around Bradley’s pummeling cock with each thrust.
He’s light-headed from the lack of oxygen, dizzy and swept up in the repetitive fuck down his throat Jake can barely sense his own arousal anymore, but it doesn’t matter.
All he cares about is Bradley’s own, his curses and his praises above as Jake swallows around him. He’s greedy for Bradley’s pleasure, for the smell of his musk in his face and for his fingers bruising his scalp.
Jake gags again but blessedly Bradley doesn’t stop, he’s got Jake’s number now and he’s grunting with every flick of his hips, chasing the satisfaction from his hot and tight throat. His balls are soaked with Jake’s spit, smacking into his chin.
“That’s it, Jake,” Bradley moans, burying him close. Jake whines loudly, sniffling and swallowing. “Made to suck my cock, weren’t you?”
Jake nods the best he can with his face pressed to Bradley’s stomach. He’s held right there, long enough where his vision goes blurry and his head rushes, then Bradley’s yanking him off.
Jake shudders and gasps the air into his burning lungs, his saliva clinging to Bradley’s tip. He’s only given a few seconds before Bradley’s inside his mouth again, and Jake’s going to combust in this seedy ass backroom from how turned on he is.
“Look at you, just panting for it. This is what you need, isn’t it, baby? My cock down your throat?”
Jake flushes, the embarrassment egging him on as he grips Bradley’s balls in his shaky fingers to keep him deep. His throat’s raw, hurting and abused but Jake can’t get enough of it.
Bradley chuckles lowly like he sees right through him. “Would have given it to you sooner if I knew you’d let me,” he murmurs. “God, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
He needs Bradley to stop talking or he isn’t going to make it through this. Each word drips hotly from his mouth and slices down his spine like a pure sensual seduction. He whimpers from it, shifting on the ground. Kneecaps throbbing but Jake can’t feel it, doesn’t care and is solely dedicated to Bradley’s pleasure despite the pure mess he’s becoming.
Bradley’s close too, Jake can taste it as his cock thickens and his balls pulse in his hand. His breath is shaky, his thighs tremble, and Jake swallows around the head, tightening his fist at the base. Bradley keeps spewing nonsense, frantically babbling filth about Jake’s mouth as he nears his release.
Fingers graze his temple, and Jake has to blink a few times past his clumped wet lashes. Bradley has let go of his shirt to cup Jake’s face, in total control of his movements yet his touch remains affectionate. Jake gazes up at him with heavy lids as Bradley’s thumb traces through the tears on his cheek.
Time slows as Bradley brings his thumb up to his mouth and sucks, tasting Jake’s salt and devotion like he needs him on his tongue just as badly.
“You’re so beautiful,” Bradley blows out in a breath.
Jake’s hand releases and flies to his own jeans as his dick twitches unbearably. He can’t function clear enough to get the zipper down, uselessly pawing at his arousal as Bradley grins at him, face full of pleasure, fondness and so much attraction Jake’s startlingly clear of how hard he is.
He’s about to pull off Bradley’s dick with the need to have his mouth clear, stricken with the desire to say how he feels until Bradley’s eyes turn sharp.
His attention snaps over Jake’s shoulder and he suddenly slams Jake down to the base of his cock as he snarls a low, “Don’t fucking touch him.”
Before Jake can even comprehend what’s happening, his eyes roll back in his head, his balls seize up and he’s coming inside his briefs. He chokes around Bradley’s cock as his stomach spasms with the onslaught of pleasure, his head pounding as he cries out around him.
Bradley quickly pulls out and Jake careens forward into his thigh with a wet gasp. He licks his soaked, trembling lips as the spasms don’t stop and he whimpers painfully out his throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” he hears Bradley groan distantly. His hand tightens in Jake’s hair and Bradley holds him close like a fucking heeled dog. His cock pulses again at the thought, Bradley’s possessiveness washing over him in brutal undertaking waves.
Jake sniffles, about to raise his head, then he feels a sudden warm wetness spray down his shoulders.
“Bradley,” Jake croaks out.
He just fucking came on Jake’s back.
Weakly he jacks Bradley off to draw out his orgasm, overwhelmed and pissed he didn’t get to swallow it down, feeling so incredibly owned. Bradley’s fingers tighten over his own as he moans, and Jake drops his sweaty forehead to his hip, satisfied yet still itching for so much more.
He doesn’t get a moment to settle before Bradley’s hauling him to his feet. His legs shake like a newborn foal as he stands, reliant on Bradley’s arms to keep him upright. He turns him against the wall and Jake wraps his arms loosely around his shoulders.
Bradley starts kissing across his face, whispering sweet nonsense intimately and familiar like this isn’t the first time he’s ever had Jake in his arms.
Jake finally hears him once the blood begins to flow out of his head. “Let me take you home, baby, please,” Bradley’s murmuring.
“Is that—” Jake starts, then coughs around his raw voice.
“What?” Bradley asks gently.
Jake clears his throat and looks at him. He’s still flushed from his orgasm, sweaty and so handsome. Jake reaches up with trembling fingers and smooths down his mustache hairs. “Is that what I am?” he manages to ask.
Bradley doesn’t ask him to clarify, looking between each of his eyes. “You could be.”
Jake exhales, licking his lips and tasting the remnants of Bradley’s precum. He just orgasmed like his life depended on it, but it’s not enough for him.
He reaches down and tucks Bradley’s cock back into his jeans, buckling his belt before he grabs the bottom of his shirt and pulls it up over his head. He balls the shirt up and shoves it into Bradley’s chest, then with one last expectant look, Jake pushes off the wall and heads out the room.
He doesn’t have to look behind to know Bradley’s made chase through the once again pounding nightclub. Weaving in and out of the crowds, trying to get his heart rate back to normal, until he’s finally at the front door and he pushes through it.
He must appear a complete wreck, hair mussed to hell, shirtless and swollen lips but Jake couldn’t care less. Riding his high and still tingling all over from Bradley’s cock down his throat.
The fresh nighttime air is an instant balm to his overheated face and skin. Taking a hefty inhale, Jake sighs as the cool breeze flows against him.
He’s aware of Bradley the moment gravel crunches behind but he walks forward and scans for his familiar Bronco. Spotting it in the corner, Jake heads in its direction.
“Jake, wait—”
“Let’s go, Bradshaw.”
“I’m coming, I’m here, but wait a second—”
Jake whirls around and walks backwards with his arms outstretched. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”
The parking lot lights highlight Bradley’s blush, and Jake ignores his own at the sight of his shirt tucked into Bradley’s jeans.
“Of course I want to fuck you.”
Jake smirks. “Exactly, so come on.”
Before he fully turns back forward, Bradley seizes his arm and pulls Jake into his chest.
Jake glares at him. “What is your fucking problem?”
“Can’t we just talk for a second?” Bradley asks exasperatedly.
“Now?” Jake reaches down and gropes his still half-hard cock in his jeans. “I have a better idea.”
Bradley chuckles around a groan. “Baby, I’m right there with you—”
Jake lets go like he’s been burned. “Stop fucking calling me that.”
Bradley looks at him with confusion. “Why?”
Jake scoffs and Bradley’s mouth tightens. He’s too fucking close, Jake can’t think.
“Don’t piss me off, not like this. How am I supposed to believe shit you say?”
“Because it’s the truth,” Bradley answers instantly.
“Since when,” Jake demands.
“Since fucking always.”
It isn’t the first time Jake has heard that tonight, but he’s pissed off, not wanting to have this conversation and needing to get Bradley into a bed instead before he slips through Jake’s fingers.
Bradley hasn’t let go of him, gripping his arms and rubbing his thumbs up and down his skin. “Sure,” Jake says sarcastically. “That’s exactly how it looked when I saw you earlier.”
Bradley shakes his head like he’s going to laugh, but then he stops, staring at him, and Jake’s words must catch up to his dumb brain because Bradley begins to smirk slowly.
Jake shivers, feeling like cornered cattle. “Oh, did that bother you, sweetheart?” Bradley coos. He walks him backwards and Jake gasps as his bare back meets cold metal. “Get you all hot and bothered?”
Bradley cages him in with his thick arms, but Jake isn’t deterred. He juts his chin up and lays his palms to the car. “So what if it did?” he seethes. “Doesn’t mean jack shit.”
Bradley tilts his head. “Doesn’t it?” he murmurs. His palm releases off the car next to Jake’s head and lays on his exposed chest, rising with his rapid breath. Bradley watches his own hand, sliding it up on Jake’s collarbone. His touch burns, Jake’s jealousy returns tenfold, and before he can think about it he reaches up and grips Bradley’s wrist to hold him there.
Bradley’s eyes flick upwards. “You always think you know what’s best for me, don’t you?” He pauses, his thumb at the hollow of Jake’s throat. “Well, what if what’s best for me is you?”
“I fucking know it is,” Jake grits through his teeth.
Bradley grins, nice and slow, pleased from Jake’s indignation like it’s just that easy, like it should have been this easy this whole time. Jake knows it couldn’t have, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be.
Jake laughs in disbelief, shaking his head. “This is crazy.”
“Things between us usually are.”
Jake digs his nails into his wrist and glares at him again. “If you ever so much as think about another man—”
Bradley groans like Jake’s mouth is back on his cock again while caressing his pulse. “That really did it for you?” he says, like he can’t believe Jake wants him so wholly. “Get you so riled up seeing me like that?”
“Shut up, you’re one to talk.”
Bradley leans in close, hovering in front of his face. “Oh, but I know I am,” he murmurs lowly. “I know how pissed I felt. I saw that man’s hands on your stomach and was so fucking angry they weren’t mine.”
Jake trembles as Bradley drags his hand down his torso, right where he was touched by someone else. “All of this is meant for me and me alone.”
Jake flushes, his brain melting out his ears, then he gasps as Bradley starts to stroke him over his jeans.
“Bradley?” he stutters.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Take me the fuck home.”
It’s frantic once more as they pound through Bradley’s front door. For the entirety of the car ride here, Bradley’s hands hadn’t stopped touching and they don’t stop now, claiming every inch of his exposed skin with rough and demanding gropes.
His lips are the same way, kissing Jake like they’re still dancing with eyes all around and making him aroused to high heaven like he didn’t just come his brains out a half hour ago.
He tugs at Bradley’s shirt with demand, pulling it upwards until Bradley groans like he’s pissed he has to leave Jake’s mouth alone for a second to take it off. He flings it somewhere before he’s on Jake again, rolling their tongues together and gripping his waist like it’s where his hands are meant to be. His flesh doesn’t feel like his own anymore, sore to the touch and Jake knows without seeing that he’s bruised everywhere.
It’s something he’s only fantasized about before; Bradley’s pure desperation for him and his impressions ingrained deeply into his skin.
“Hottest thing that’s ever happened to me,” Bradley mumbles against his lips. “Sucking me off like that.”
The back of Jake’s knee bumps into something sharply, sending him to the floor but Bradley holds him tightly and follows right down—blanketing his body and pressing him into the carpet with his large form.
“I bet it was.” Jake grips Bradley’s jaw and tilts his head to suck hard on his fluttering pulse. Bradley keens and grabs his lower spine, rolling him upwards. “First fuck of my ass and you’ll never go back to cunt again.”
“Jesus fuck, Jake,” Bradley gasps, holding him to his throat. “Gonna make an honest man out of me?”
Jake grabs for his belt. “Darling, you’ll be begging me to by the time we’re done.”
Bradley chuckles darkly. “Implies you’re going somewhere.” He laces his fingers in Jake’s own before he stretches their arms above Jake’s head. “But you’re gonna stay right here for me, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck,” Jake whines, bowing upwards. “Are you gonna make me?”
Bradley kisses him once and smirks as Jake chases his lips. “I won’t need to.” He presses down on their hands, an unspoken command before he releases Jake entirely and stands, heading somewhere deep in his house.
Jake curses under his breath and wipes a hand down his face. He hurries to take off his own jeans and briefs, flushing with embarrassment as they smell of his cum, soiled and a stark reminder of earlier—sucking Bradley off in fucking public like he was paid to do so.
Part of him still can’t believe this is real. He’s here, and Bradley wants him. Desiring Jake so intensely, something he’s never experienced in his entire life.
His skin tingles in each place Bradley has touched him, his throat still sore and his mind remaining a far away conglomeration of lust and want.
Bradley returns after a mere moment, naked and seeming pleased to find him the same. Jake notices the lube bottle and condom in his hand and rolls his eyes.
“What?” Bradley asks, amused.
Jake opens his arms and Bradley kneels between his spread legs before he sets the supplies aside. “You’ve had your cock down my throat,” Jake says dryly, nodding towards the condom. Bradley’s dick pulses against his thigh. “I’m clean.”
“So am I.”
“Then fuck me bare.”
Bradley bites his lip, staring at him with heat. He lifts Jake’s leg and curls it around his waist, leaning forward and caressing Jake’s outer thigh. “Whatever you want,” he murmurs.
Jake splays his hands on his spine, feeling the flex of his muscles and his slick skin. “That so?” he exhales.
Bradley hums. He grabs the lube and clicks it open, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers. “It is,” Bradley confirms, meeting Jake’s eye. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
Jake blushes, looking away and trying to pretend like the words don’t affect him. Bradley laughs like he sees right through it.
“Are you always like this?” Bradley asks. “Or am I just special.”
Jake goes to retort, but he gasps and yanks Bradley closer as his fingers circle his hole. He glances down and moans at the sight of Bradley’s thick forearm between his legs.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out,” Jake challenges.
“I like it,” Bradley says, ignoring him. He slants down, bending Jake in half and forcing him to hitch his leg higher up. “Desperate for my cock, laying on my floor.” Bradley presses on his hole with his thumb in a tease, and Jake claws down his spine. “You’ve been mine all night, haven’t you?” he murmurs sweetly.
Jake can’t speak, gasping as two of Bradley’s fingers press inside of him, splitting him open. It’s true, of course it is, but Jake can only grip him tighter as his body greedily takes him in. Bradley chuckles at his flummoxed expression.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Bradley whispers. “I’ve been yours for years.”
Jake’s groan echoes loudly in the quiet room. His eyes flutter once before he sinks his fingers into Bradley’s hair with an unforgiving grip and drags his face close.
“Fuck me,” Jake bites out.
Bradley grunts and fucks his fingers in hard, stimulating him so deeply and gazing into his eyes with so much passionate desire. His skin crawls with it, shaking with the unbridled lust for Bradley’s essence and his words.
Jake darts upwards and possessively claims his slack mouth, desirous for his taste and the scratch against his lips.
Bradley’s wet cock slides against his own and Jake needs it inside of him, needs to consummate Bradley’s claims and feel so wholly as his. His fingers aren’t enough, stretching him out and touching his prostate but Jake wants more.
He disconnects their lips and stares at the saliva left on Bradley’s bottom one. “Get in me,” Jake demands.
Bradley shakes his head. “’S’not enough.” He teases Jake’s hole with his ring finger.
“Don’t care, do it.”
“No,” Bradley says firmly, and Jake yanks on his hair with irritation. “I take care of what’s mine, and I’m not gonna hurt you.”
“What if I want you to?”
Bradley smirks like Jake’s an amusement, a thing to play with. It gets him fucking hot, and he moans as Bradley pulls out to press back in with three fingers. The stretch feels so good, his eyes roll for a moment.
“If you really want it, ask me next time. But not here.”
Jake has to smile, shaking his head. “Figures you’d piss me off like this too.”
His fingers curl upwards and Jake’s mirth quickly morphs back into arousal. His cock drips on his thigh, hard and needy. Pleasure bleeds down his body, keening high in his throat.
“You like it,” Bradley declares. Jake does, he’s dizzy over Bradley’s care and attention, but he isn’t going to admit it. It’s written all along the lines of his desperate body anyways. “It’ll be our secret.”
“Shut up, Bradley,” Jake groans, flushing.
“Thought about this all the time,” Bradley continues, ignoring him again. He wants to know where this sudden fucking honesty is coming from, but maybe all it took was once glance at Jake in just the right place to get him there.
“Why didn’t you do anything?” Jake demands.
Bradley huffs, laughing and ducking his head. “Probably the same reason you didn’t. I never imagined you’d feel the same.”
Jake thinks back over the years, all those lonely nights after aggravated conversations. Wondering where it all went wrong, analyzing how it could be different. They’ve lost so much time, and as Jake watches Bradley’s pink cheeks and his sudden shy expression, he has to return it to him.
He cups Bradley’s face and tilts him back to look at him. His eyes are hazel, illuminated in the distant kitchen light. “I do,” he says quietly. “I do feel the same.”
Bradley swallows hard and Jake’s chest flutters with swelling emotion, the final piece connected over this whirlwind night. His fingers press on Jake’s prostate again and Jake moans shakily, overcome with the need. “Bradley,” he whines. “Please fuck me.”
Bradley nods like he can’t resist him for any longer. He pulls out of his hole and it leaves him open, wet and exposed as Bradley slicks his cock with more lube.
He fully expects to get fucked then, his pulse flying with his confession, but Jake gasps, startled and taken off guard as Bradley wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him. He’s not light by any stretch of imagination, the same exact size as Bradley but he carries Jake like he weighs nothing at all.
“Goddamn, Bradshaw,” Jake curses, clinging to his shoulders.
Bradley smiles up at him and walks them into his bedroom down the hallway. He lays Jake in the center of the bed and Jake groans, pleased from the soft bed on his carpet-burned skin and aching muscles.
It’s intimate this way, smelling the sheets that hold Bradley’s lingering cologne and scent, knowing he sleeps here every night and this is where he wants Jake to be. Closed off from the rest of the world and just the two of them.
After turning on a lamp, Bradley joins him on the bed and doesn’t spare any more time for preamble. He grips his cock by the base and guides it to Jake’s hole, teasing his rim for a second before he pushes in.
Jake sighs, delighted and thinking finally as he tosses his head back against the soft pillow. His muscle splits with each inch, taking Bradley inside of him like it’s right where he’s meant to be and it is. “Just like that,” Jake says.
Bradley gathers him close, thighs up against his ass and Jake hooks his ankles around his spine. Their foreheads are pressed together, a mirror of earlier.
“Yeah?” Bradley murmurs. “Feels good?”
“Feels perfect.”
Bradley sighs, pressing in achingly slow.
“So deep in you, baby.”
“I love it,” Jake exhales.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Bradley’s studying his face, hanging on each of his words with an intense focus. Taking in Jake’s slack-mouth and flushed cheeks, filling his hole so full and satisfying a desire Jake has felt all night long.
He can’t stop touching Bradley’s skin, caressing his spine and groping his muscles. He learns the scars on Bradley’s neck are sensitive, and he wants to continue figuring him out, reading Bradley’s body from top to bottom like a jet manual he’ll be tested on.
Bradley does the same to him, rolling his hips and fondling his chest. Each flick to his nipple sends a shiver down Jake’s spine, and he arches into the touch, encouraging Bradley to do whatever he wants with him. He glances down his body and in the low light Jake notices the finger-shaped bruises lining his hips.
Reaching, Jake moans as he presses down on one and it throbs on the perfect side of pain. Bradley follows his hand and curses at what he sees. He places his hand overtop Jake’s own, and Jake wants to imagine they can feel Bradley right there, inside and deep in stomach, invading all of his body like he’s done the entire night.
“Do you like them?” Bradley breathes. “My marks on your skin?”
Jake nods, licking his lips. “Makes me feel like yours.”
Bradley laces their touching hands together again and presses them to the mattress. He holds Jake’s head with the other, so delicate and tender he’s losing brain capacity with every moment that passes. “You are,” Bradley murmurs against his temple. “You’re mine, baby.”
He clenches his hole on reflex, incapable of getting used to the words from Bradley’s lips. Bradley moans, increasing his speed just a hair as pleasure takes over. Jake gazes at his red face, emotions open and pronounced as he watches him in turn.
It’s a feeling Jake doesn’t remember experiencing in the past. But even with the unfamiliar sensation inside his brain he trusts Bradley through it all, holding him close and keenly taking in Jake’s expressions.
“Feeling good?” Bradley asks, close and low. Jake nods, his tongue heavy in his mouth and his limbs loose. Fondness spreads in Bradley’s eyes. “I got you, sweetheart.”
Jake believes him. He’s fucked slowly and deeply, their skin meeting in quiet slaps and sweaty presses. Bradley starts kissing against his throat and Jake shivers, sensitive to each one and floating against the mattress.
His cock drips on his stomach with every graze to prostate, the sensation felt in his sensitive, tingling hair follicles and down into his toes. He remembers when Bradley pulled his hair earlier, the desperation he felt for Jake in that crowded club that’s no less shown here in his quiet bedroom.
He wonders how Bradley would feel if they stayed just like this, responsibilities forgotten and conjoined with his body and cock holding Jake tethered here. It’s a nice fantasy, one Jake wouldn’t mind partaking in for the weekend at the very least. Bradley seems right there with him, his cock pulsing in his hole and unable to stop kissing his wet skin.
He’s never desired to feel useful to someone in the past but it’s all Jake can recognize now, giving himself over so freely and reveling in the fullness in his hole, the pleasure Bradley’s taking from it.
He tightens his legs around Bradley’s waist and rocks backwards, meeting his thrusts and needing to keep pushing his mind deeper and deeper into this starry feeling. He believes he’s telling Bradley to keep fucking him but Jake can’t hear past the ringing in his ears, vaguely parsing out Bradley’s soft assurances and his wet lips to his temple.
After an unknown amount of time passes just like this, Jake doesn’t fully realize he’s orgasming until Bradley’s loud groan and sharp curse above gives him an indication. Pleasure melts throughout his body, floating him out to sea and going limp against the warm sheets.
His head feels so fuzzy, his vision cloudy. Similar to the bar but so different, so safe as his dick spurts cum all over himself and high enough it lands all over his chest.
“Fuck,” Jake slurs, trying to look down at it. Bradley’s pace increases, smacking their skin and fucking him so deeply. “Bradley,” he sighs, aching for him.
Bradley grunts, holding him to his chest with a tight hand, then Jake gasps quietly as he’s filled, warm and full of Bradley’s cum as his own orgasm mounts and climaxes. He tries to say something, to get Bradley through it but Jake can’t do anything except watch him as the pleasure overwhelms and flares across his face.
Through his muddled mind, Jake can tell how good it feels, Bradley’s shaking with it as it continues and soon he’s planting his hands on either side of Jake’s head to avoid collapsing on him.
Jake wouldn’t mind, reaching for his solid weight and presence but Bradley pulls out and blows out a deep exhale, sitting back on his haunches and smiling to himself.
“Holy hell, Jake.”
Jake hums, out somewhere in the clouds and Bradley leans down to kiss him. It’s soft, gentle and so easy he sighs into it, scratching through Bradley’s hair with weak fingers. His legs feel numb, boneless and exhausted as the night catches up with him.
“Are you alright?” Bradley murmurs.
“Yeah,” Jake exhales. “Just feelin’ good.”
“You are good,” Bradley assures. “So perfect for me.”
Jake has to swallow before he says something on instinct he isn’t sure Bradley’s ready for. “Can we take a shower?” he asks instead.
“Of course we can. Can you stand?”
Jake nods, but Bradley helps him up anyhow. He flushes as he senses Bradley’s cum slowly leaking out of him, and he follows Bradley into the bathroom with a hand wrapped around Jake’s waist.
Leaning against the counter, Jake watches through dazed eyes and still tingling limbs as Bradley starts the shower and tests the temperature with his fingers. His own marks are on Bradley as well, high, claiming bruises on his neck and scratches down his back to his ass. Jake doesn’t even remember doing that.
His stomach clenches queasily. “You don’t regret it, right?” he asks without thinking.
Bradley turns to him then instantly is in Jake’s space. “No, don’t think that, Jake. We’re in this together.”
His fingers clench the countertop, staring into Bradley’s soft eyes. “It’s dangerous,” he says quietly. “Giving a man everything he’s wanted.”
Bradley smiles at him, closed-mouth and fond. “Thankfully you live for that sort of thing, right?”
Jake tries to resist, but soon he’s smiling in return, deflating and wrapping his arms around Bradley’s shoulders. “I sure do, baby. I sure do.”
It’s enough, and Jake allows Bradley to corral him into the shower. He groans as the hot water beats down his sore body, hit with the urge to get clean after such a long day. He’s loose, carefree and exhausted, held together in Bradley’s arms.
Like the good man he is, Bradley washes his hair and scrubs through his scalp, and it feels amazing to his sensitive hair. He only blushes minimally as Bradley cleans out his hole and washes his cock, and if Jake didn’t come twice tonight he’d be getting hard all over again.
Once Bradley’s done, Jake smooths his own hands through Bradley’s wet hair and laughs as he presses it up into a mohawk. “Chicken,” Jake teases, and he fails to avoid the wet smack Bradley lays into his ass.
Something to file away for another time.
Soon they’re clean of all the sweat and grime, so Bradley turns the shower off and dries him off with a warm towel. Bradley wasn’t wrong, Jake does love how he’s taking care of him.
He’s witnessed Bradley’s loyalty extended to others for years, and he’s felt it from the moment Jake touched him in the nightclub. He wants to see where it’ll lead intertwined with his own.
He waits patiently as Bradley changes his sheets, then as he’s done Jake lays down again. “Can you grab my phone? It’s in my jeans,” he asks.
Bradley kisses him. “‘Course, be right back.”
After a few minutes, Bradley returns with arms fuller than Jake expected. He hands Jake his phone and a glass of water, setting a few snacks down on the nightstand. “Didn’t know if you were hungry or not.”
Jake isn’t, but he’s sure he will be soon. “Thank you,” he says, and Bradley smiles at him. He drinks his water and it feels fucking amazing down his throat.
Once he drains it, Jake sends off a quick text to Javy, knowing what he’s going to receive in reply.
jake: spending the night at roosters, dnd for the weekend
Javy: I TOLD YOU SO!!! (so happy for u)
Jake laughs, leaning back against the headboard and Bradley makes a questioning noise next to him. “What’s up?” he asks.
He tilts his phone for him to see. Bradley’s confusion deepens and Jake smiles fondly at him. “I was dancing with him when you spotted me,” Jake explains. “It was his idea in the first place.”
Bradley blushes and tucks his face into Jake’s neck. Grinning, Jake places his phone on the nightstand and turns into him, holding Bradley close with a loose hand to his spine. “I’d been had,” Bradley mumbles.
Jake hums. “Your ass looked amazing in those pants.” Bradley’s face gets hotter against his throat. “I told him that I thought you hated me. He said that’s not how people who hate each other look and pulled me right out there to the floor.”
Bradley pulls out of his hiding place and looks at him. “One,” he starts, touching his fingers. “I owe Coyote a beer the next time I see him and two, you are a pain in my fucking ass, but I couldn’t hate you if I tried, Jake.”
Jake grins, fully planning on upping his beer meter. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Bradley smiles, so openly happy Jake softens staring at him. “We’re doing this then?” Bradley checks.
He shrugs, looking around the room in fake casualness until he fucking jumps when Bradley digs his fingers into his sides. “Asshole,” Jake gasps, grabbing his hands. “Yes, we’re doing this, Bradshaw. No getting rid of me now.”
Bradley rolls on top of him and brings their hands to his lips. “What did I tell you earlier? You’re staying right here, baby.”