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Jake can feel the eyes on him. It’s not out of the ordinary, the dark gaze usually hangs on his every move. Jake smiles as the body next to him nudges his shoulder.
“So, uh, you and-?” Blade nods his head in the general direction of Bradley, “something there I should know about?”
Jake ducks his head. He’d look back but he doesn’t want Bradley coming over. It’s nothing serious, nothing too intense. The mission ended with Jake saving Bradley’s life and then on his back with his ankles around Bradley’s shoulders.
It’s been clear skies, one could say, after that. No fights, no insults. The barbs turned into foreplay and Jake knows when Bradley gets the look in his eyes as he smirks, the next words out his mouth usually mean “ get in my bed .”
“Nah,” Jake says lightly. He lifts his bottle to his lips and takes a sip. San Diego is warm, even in the late fall early winter, and the tight khakis don’t help. “Nothing to write home about.”
Blade hums lightly. Jake glances over and there’s a smile pulling across his face slowly. Jake turns, leaning his body on the hard surface of the bar.
“What?”
Blade shrugs. He smiles wider and leans into Jake’s space. The plain cotton smell fills up the air and Blade reaches out to straighten Jake’s collar.
“He looks like he wants to kill me,” Blade says with a chuckle. He glances up at Jake through his lashes and lets his hand slide down the front of Jake’s uniform. “Bury me out back in an unmarked grave.”
Jake shakes his head and bats Blade’s hands away before they sink lower.
“It’s not like that,” Jake says as he grabs his bottle from the bar, “we fuck when we’re around each other and that’s about it. A few months or so, nothing too complicated.”
“Sure,” Blade says smirking, “absolutely.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Nothing too crazy,” Blade mocks lightly as he smiles, turning away. His blonde hair glitters in the sunlight. His brown eyes shine with a joke that Jake doesn’t get just yet .
“You don’t believe me,” Jake huffs and Blade turns.
He lets out a breath. “I believe you ,” he emphasizes the point by knocking his glass into Jake’s, “I think you should tell him that before the bar becomes a causality.”
Jake rolls his eyes and slides off his stool. Blade sends him a wink and Jake turns to go. He whips around at the feeling of Balde swatting his ass. Blade winks.
“Tell your boyfriend I said to mind his manners,” Blade says as he stands from his seat, “back by nine and all that jazz.”
Jake flips him a bird as he turns and heads back towards the back table in the corner. It’s some hole in the wall joint that they decided on. The Daggers got back together after months of deployments and training and Jake couldn’t be happier.
Bradley could be though.
His eyes never leave Jake’s face as Jake walks back towards him. His normal hazel eyes a darker color as he lifts his bottle to his lips. It’s a little colder. The wind nipping a little harder so instead of the bright floral pattern, red plaid hangs on his broad shoulders.
Jake smiles.
Bradley still looks good. The white undershirt unfairly falls over his chest and torso revealing the small hints of muscle Jake knows is underneath.
“Hey-“
Jake words are cut off as Bradley slides his hand around the small of Jake’s back. His fingers curl into the tan khaki and he tugs Jake forward before pressing a hard kiss to Jake’s lips.
He catches Jake’s bottom lip between his and sucks on it lightly before sliding his tongue into Jake’s mouth. Jake gasps softly. The noise muffled and lost as Bradley tugs him closer between his legs.
Bradley’s tongue dives in, tasting every inch of Jake’s mouth as his hand slides lower. His fingers caressing over the swell of Jake’s ass before he grips the meat in his hand and squeezes.
“Fuck,” Jake says softly. His eyes flutter and he pulls back. His hand cups Bradley’s jaw and he tilts his face up. “Hello to you too, I was gone for five minutes.”
Bradley’s mouth doesn’t soften. He leans in and presses a kiss to the underside of Jake’s jaw. The beard drags against Jake’s skin and Jake grunts at the new sensation.
“Who was he?” Bradley asks in a low voice. His hand low on Jake’s ass moving over him now. His legs bracket Jake’s body and Jake is completely surrounded by Bradley. “The guy at the bar.”
“Blade,” Jake says, trying to keep his voice from shaking. Bradley’s now slowly dragging his face over Jake’s neck and pressing kisses against Jake’s skin. “Deployed together two years ago. Married, three kids and a dog.”
Bradley hums. His breath is hot on Jake’s skin. He pulls back enough and Jake hooks his hand under Bradley’s chin. The beard is new and still feels unfamiliar under Jake’s hand. Bradley grew it out over his last deployment and he just landed stateside yesterday, jet lagged and beat.
He had his things to tie up and Jake had his orders and job on base. This was the first night that they had together and mixed it in with Dagger meet up.
But it’s not like that.
The rest of the Daggers are somewhere at a pool table. Bets and laughs getting thrown around as Bradley found them a quiet secluded area away from prying eyes.
“He seemed pretty close with you,” Bradley murmurs. His large hand sinks lower before wrapping around the inside of Jake’s thigh. His fingers drag higher and Jake swallows thickly. “You’re not usually like that with people. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Javy touch you like that.”
Jake flushes. Bradley’s eyes are focused on the other side of the bar and Jake knows who he’s looking at.
“Blady’s like a brother,” Jake says as he reaches for his bottle, “doesn’t rev the engines if you get my drift.”
Bradley glances over. Something dark lingers and he shifts in his seat. It’s been a minute since Jake’s been this close to Bradley and even longer since he’s felt his touch.
Bradley’s hand falls away and Jake misses the heat. He grunts softly as Bradley cups him through the khaki pants and squeezes Jake’s cock lightly.
“This get the engines revving?” Bradley asks in a dangerous voice, “this get you where you need to go?”
Jake’s hand falls heavily onto the table. The unexpected touch sends a spark of fire through his veins. His other hand lands on Bradley’s shoulder to ground himself.
He looks up into Bradley’s face and Bradley is leaning back in his chair watching Jake as he slowly massages Jake’s cock. His palm is heavy and rough as he rubs Jake slowly. Enough to get him interested but not enough to get him close.
“Jesus, Bradshaw,” Jake chokes out, “we’re in a bar.”
Bradley hums softly. His head lolls back as he takes Jake in. Jake bites his lip to keep the soft noises from escaping between his lips. His breath comes out sharply through his nose when Bradley’s grip tightens.
“This,” Bradley says roughly. His eyes dart down to Jake’s mouth as he reaches out and hooks a finger into Jake’s belt loops. He tugs Jake forward so Jake is practically sitting in Bradley’s lap. “This is what you wanted? Do this to yourself when you’re spread out on your bed wishing I was there to keep it warm?”
“Fucking hell, B,” Jake grunts. His fingers tighten on Bradley’s shoulder. Bradley leans forward and brushes his lips against Jake’s chin. “We’re in a bar with our friends.”
“I leave for three months,” Bradley murmurs against Jake’s skin, “and our first night out, some guy touches your body and smacks your ass.”
Jake flushes. His hips roll forward with Bradley’s slow touch. Bradley reaches up and hooks his finger into the chain that lays against Jake’s skin. His finger brushes over Jake’s throat and he pulls it free. Jake’s mouth falls open as Bradley pulls him in closer by his dog tags.
Jake grunts softly. Bradley leans forward and slots his lips over Jake’s again. His tongue flicks out over Jake’s lips before sliding his tongue into Jake’s mouth. His tongue slides out only to fuck back in. Bradley’s hand tightens on Jake’s cock as his teeth nip at Jake’s lip.
“This for daddy?” Bradley drawls against Jake’s mouth. His hand sinks lower to caress over Jake’s heavy balls. “This all mine?”
Jake moans. His head leans forward and he presses his forehead against Bradley’s.
“You’re jealous?” Jake asks weakly, “since when?”
Bradley leans forward until his mouth hovers over Jake’s ear.
“Since I saw you yesterday standing in the airport waiting for me,” Bradley growls out in a low voice, “and my dick was too tired to do anything about it.”
Jake moans. Bradley’s teeth sink into the soft flesh of Jake’s ear.
“Get to the Bronco,” Bradley says in a rough voice, “I’m closing tabs.”
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Jake’s back hits the wall. Bradley’s mouth is hot on his. Bradley’s fingers working open buttons of Jake’s uniform top. A hand slides inside and squeezes Jake’s chest through the undershirt. Jake moans. His hands are tied into Bradley’s hair keeping him close.
Bradley pins Jake’s hips to the wall before sliding a thigh between Jake’s. Jake moans. He tries to thrust up into the new friction but Bradley nips at his lips in warning.
“Stay,” Bradley commands softly. Jake’s eyes flutter open and Bradley is staring at him. “Stay still.”
Jake nods. His mouth is bruised, lips slick with spit. He sucks in a deep breath trying to ease the burn in his lungs as Bradley quickly unbuttons the rest of Jake’s uniform. Bradley shoves it off Jake’s shoulders.
Jake wrestles his arms free and lays his head back against the wall. Bradley’s staring at him. Eyes eating him alive as he rakes over Jake’s disheveled form.
“Fuck you’re so pretty,” Bradley grunts softly. He reaches up and circles one of Jake’s pebbled nipples with his finger. He spreads his palm wide and squeezes gently at the hard muscle. “Too fucking pretty to be true.”
Jake flushes.
“Half naked in your house, Bradshaw,” Jake says huskily, “don’t need to stroke my ego anymore.”
Bradley’s eyes move up to meet his. Jake raises a brow as he smirks. He pushes off the wall. His fingers wrap in the worn flannel by Bradley’s collar and jerks him forward.
Bradley goes easy. His eyes still just watching. Jake feels the hair on the back of his neck prick up but that could also be the burning feeling that moves through his veins making his skin too tight.
“Slow rides are nice,” Jake mumbles as he pulls Bradley closer. Their chests brush as Jake walks them back. “But I just need daddy to show me who I belong to tonight.”
Bradley lets out a low noise. Jake kicks off his shoes as his hands loosen on Bradley’s shirt. He slides them over Bradley’s chest and over the firm muscle under his hands. Bradley runs warm. Everything about Bradley burns Jake from the inside out, but feeling the muscle still warm to touch through the cotton makes Jake’s stomach flip.
Bradley’s going to be inside him soon. Hot and heavy branding him from the inside.
“Are you jealous of some guy, daddy?” Jake goads softly. His fingers slide under the flannel and push it off Bradley’s shoulders. His fingers explore the muscle that ripples with every motion.
Jake’s back hits another wall and he lets Bradley crowd closer. Fingers tie back into his dog tags pulling Jake’s mouth to Bradley's. It’s hot and rushed. Jake opens his mouth without hesitation and Bradley slides his tongue back to where it belongs.
Jake shoves the flannel off Bradley’s shoulders and runs his hands down Bradley’s back. Bradley grunts. His mouth moving over Jake’s as they kiss messily. Jake runs his hands lower until he can grasp the hem of Bradley's shirt and tug it up.
He’s rewarded by the feeling of warm skin under his fingers. Jake tugs higher and Bradley breaks the kiss long enough to let Jake slide the shirt over his head. Bradley’s hand cups the side of Jake’s face and he presses their lips together again.
“So fucking pretty,” Bradley whispers again. The low dangerous tilt is still in his voice and Jake shivers at the sound. “So fucking pretty wrapped up in tan like a gift just for me to wrap.”
“Bradley,” Jake grunts as he reaches forward to try and undo Bradley’s belt. His fingers slip in his deseparation. He didn’t realize that he needed Bradley now until Bradley kissed him again.
Their heavy breathing fills the halls. Bradley shifts his weight, planting his hands on either side of Jake’s head. Jake looks down. His fingers fumble again before he’s able to slide his fingers into the leather. It moves smoothly. The black sliding through the silver and the soft jingle of the metal hitting itself as Jake pulls it free.
He needs Bradley in him.
It’s been a long two months. The mission ending and Bradley getting deployed. The hot touches that faded from Jake’s skin after the first week of Bradley being gone.
Words die on Jake’s tongue. He doesn’t know what to say right now. He looks up into Bradley’s face and Bradley is looking right back. Eyes dark and hungry and the possessive fire burns. Jake doesn’t look away as he sinks down. His head tilts back as his knees hit the floor. Bradley watches him. His hands are still on the wall where Jake was.
Jake reaches up for the buttons on Bradley’s jeans and that kicks Bradley into motion. Fingers card through Jake’s short hair. Bradley is watching him still. Hand on the back of Jake’s head ready to guide the motions.
Jake reaches up and flicks the button. His hands land on Bradley’s hips and he leans forward taking the zipper into his mouth. He tugs gently. It inches down slowly. Jake looks up at Bradley through hooded lashes as he leans forward to mouth at Bradley’s cock through the slit in his jeans.
His lips wrap around the cotton. The taste of precome and sweat comes through the fabric and Jake moans softly. The fingers in his hair tighten and Jake shifts his grip to dip below the waistbands of Bradley’s jeans and boxers.
He tugs slowly. The material falling down. Bradley’s cock is hard and heavy between his legs. The tip is wet with precome that slowly dribbles out of his slit.
Jake leans forward. His tongue flicks through the mess collecting it onto his tongue. The salty taste explodes on his taste buds and Jake moans. He runs his tongue over the underside of Bradley’s cock getting used to the feeling again.
The hand on his head tightens and Jake grunts. He goes with the light pressure. His mouth works to pool saliva on his tongue. Bradley’s cock slides into his mouth. The hot heavy feeling fills Jake up and he moans softly. His hand tightens on Bradley’s hips.
He sinks half way down, his tongue tracing the vein on the underside before he slides back. It’s an smooth rhythm. The spit making the glide easy as well as the precome leaking into his mouth. Jake lets his eyes close. His bobs as he takes more of Bradley in. He shifts his angle and lets the head of Bradley’s cock slide against the back of his throat.
“Shit, baby,” Bradley grunts out, “fuck that mouth of yours.”
Jake sucks in his cheeks making a vacuum seal against Bradley’s cock. It makes the movements harder but Jake pushes through. Bradley’s cock slides down his throat. The heavy feeling on his tongue is almost like home as he moves quicker.
The wet sounds of his mouth mix in with the sharp sounds of Bradley’s breathing. Grunts and moans fill the hallway and Jake reaches down to ease the tension in his uniform slacks.
“No,” Bradley grunts out. Jake flutters his eyes open and looks up. Bradley staring down at him.
The muscles of his arm are bunched up trying to support his weight. The lean chords of Bradley’s neck tighten as he lets out a low grunt as Jake continues to slide his mouth over Bradley’s cock. Bradley’s abs ripple. His pecs flex as he throws his head back moans when Jake sinks lower and takes him to the hilt inside his mouth.
“Fuck you take my cock so well,” Bradley praises. His neck is flushed. His hand on Jake’s hair tightens, tugging back a little. “Born to take my cock and let it fill up that mouth of yours.”
Jake moans. The praise sinks into his blood making everything hotter. He needs to come. He needs Bradley to take him there.
“Jesus, fuck,” Bradley cusses as he squeezes his eyes shut. He tugs again and Jake slides off of Bradley’s cock.
Their broken breaths fill the hallway and Bradley stares down at Jake. His hand loosens in his hair. The long fingers brush through Jake’s hair before sliding down Jake’s face, mapping out the familiar edges. His thumb sinks lower until it traces Jake’s mouth. Swollen and wet from taking Bradley’s cock.
Jake opens his mouth and Bradley slides his thumb in. The rough pad runs over Jake’s tongue and Jake moans softly. Bradley’s eyes are blown wide. The hazel gone, swallowed by the black of his pupils.
“On the bed,” Bradley grunts as he slides his thumb from Jake’s mouth. He holds out his hand that Jake takes and pulls him to his feet.
Jake turns. He walks the familiar path down the hall and to the left. His fingers work at pulling at his own belt and pants and letting them slide down his legs. Jake hits the switch and walks towards the large bed pressed against the wall.
He pushes his pants and boxers down as he sits on the bed facing the door. Bradley’s right behind him. The mess of their clothes in his arms and he drops it on the floor.
Jake swallows. His throat is sore and his mouth bruise but still-
Bradley naked in front of him is a sight. Hard muscle packed beneath the tan skin. A small patch of hair on his chest and a strip on his navel leading lower. His cock is hard. It’s an angry red color, curled up towards Bradley’s body.
“Should have let me finish you,” Jake says in a rough voice. Bradley’s mouth turns up at the corner.
“Didn’t want to wait to be inside you,” Bradley says as he crosses the room, “too impatient.”
Jake raises a brow as he tilts his head back. “That’s a first.”
Bradley shakes his head. His hand wraps possessively around Jake’s jaw and tilts it back making Jake look up at him. It’s different, Bradley with a beard. Something so trivial makes all the difference. He looks different. Somehow more of a man then with just the stache.
Bradley’s thumb traces the sharp edge of Jake’s jaw before he nods his head.
“Hands and knees,” Bradley says in a rough voice, “ass up, face down.”
Jake shivers.
It’s been a minute since it’s been like this. This happened only once when Bradley was a little tipsy and manhandled Jake down. Jake can still feel the ghost of the hand on the back of his neck as he flips over and crawls up the bed.
His head hangs between his shoulders. The dog tags hang loosely from around his neck as he waits. He spreads his legs a little wider and he feels the bed dip.
Jake’s breath catches in his chest.
There’s a second.
And then another.
Large hands wrap around Jake’s ass and pull it apart. There’s another pause and then something wet lands on his hole. Jake’s body curls in on itself at the sudden feeling. Bradley’s hand disappears right before a blunt finger rubs a circle around the muscle.
Jake jerks. His hands sliding on the sheets.
“I got you,” Bradley murmurs. His breath is hot on Jake’s skin. “Daddy’s got you baby, don’t worry.”
Jake nods. “I know, I know. Just been-“
“I know,” Bradley says roughly.
His tongue is flat on Jake’s rim. Licking a strip along Jake. His hands fall back to Jake’s ass holding him open as he licks another strip getting Jake wet. Jake moans. His head falls forward and his fingers tighten in the sheets.
“Fuck, Bradley,” Jake whines out. His body is strung tight and he can feel his cock throb between his legs. Bradley hums. His tongue into Jake’s body. The beard rubs against the sensitive skin making it burn. “Jesus, Bradley. Please .”
He doesn’t know what he’s asking for but it falls from his lips. Blood rushes through Jake’s ears and he moans out as Bradley fucks his tongue into his body. The hands tighten and Jake’s arms shake with the effort of holding himself up.
Bradley grunts. The vibrations send a wave of need through Jake. He tries to rock back. To take Bradley deeper but the firm grip keeps him still.
Bradley pulls back for a breath. His cheek drags over the inside of Jake’s thighs. The coarse hair burning the skin.
“Daddy,” Jake whines. His voice breaks into a moan as Bradley does it again. “Oh fuck-“
Bradley’s back. His tongue slides back in and there’s a familiar feeling pressing against Jake’s rim. Bradley’s finger slides in with his tongue. Lube and spit mixing together making the glide easier and the stretch less of a burn and more of pleasant ache.
Jake tips forward. His face burying into the sheets as he moans out. Bradley fucks him methodically with his fingers. They don’t curl up looking for Jake’s prostate, just opening him up. Bradley pulls back and one finger turns to two. They scissor open a few times before the third nudges against Jake’s rim.
“I’m ready,” Jake moans out, “fuck, B, I’m ready.”
Bradley hums quietly. “Maybe I just like seeing you split open on my fingers? Maybe I like watching your body take me.”
Jake moans loudly. His fingers tie into the sheets and he tugs hard trying to release the tension that’s building up inside of him. His knees slide open on their own accord.
Bradley grunts. His fingers slide from Jake’s body and Jake whimpers at the loss. A large hand slides slowly up Jake’s back. Fingers dancing over the knobs of Jake’s spine as Bradley maps out the muscle that jumps under his hand.
Fingers wrap around the back of Jake’s neck holding him down.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Bradley grunts out, “split you open and remind you why you always come home with me.”
Jake nods. “Give it to me, daddy.”
Bradley makes a broken noise. The hand on Jake’s neck tightens as the blunt head of Bradley’s cock press against Jake’s rim. It burns. Bradley’s large and the flared head is always almost too much. Bradley shushes him and Jake didn’t even realize there were broken noises falling from his lips.
Bradley slides in. The stretch is large and Jake moans as he arches his back. It changes the angle. Bradley’s cock brushes against his prostate and Jake’s cock jumps.
“Fuck,” Jake whines out breathlessly, “fuck, right there, right there please.”
Bradley grunts softly from behind him. His cock drags out only to push back in to hit the spot inside Jake. Jake moans. His body tightens around Bradley’s cock and Bradley lets out a low curse.
“Fuck you’re tight,” Bradley growls out. His cock thrusts in shallowly, gradually sinking deeper with every move. “Like it’s the first fucking time.”
Jake squeezes his eyes shut. Sweat clings to his skin and he lets Bradley bottom out. It’s always intense between them. Their fucking mirrors their fighting. Hard and hot, the energy between them is so explosive that Jake always wonders if there will be scorch marks between them soon.
Bradley’s fingers hold him down as he pulls out to thrust back in. His hips angled perfectly to hit Jake’s prostate with every roll. Jake’s mouth falls open as he lets himself become boneless. Bradley’s hand grips onto his hip that Jake hopes there will be a bruise tomorrow.
“This ass is mine,” Bradley grunts out. His hips set a punishing pace of rutting hard into Jake’s body. “All mine. Mine to fuck and to use and worship.”
Jake tries to nod. “Yeah,” he says brokenly, “all yours.”
Bradley grunts. Jake loses himself. A floating feeling is feeling up his head. His mind spins with the pleasure and need that’s flowing through his veins. He’s lost track of the words Bradley is saying. His deep voice just tugging at the edges of Jake’s consciousness that he knows that it’s happening.
Bradley’s body speeds up. His hands are tight and Jake never wants it to end. He’s tittering on the edge of the abyss. His body is so hot and needy that he doesn’t even realize he’s begging.
“ Please,” Jake doesn’t even recognize his own voice, “ please daddy . I need- I need-fuck, B- need it. Need to come.”
His cock is hard. He can feel the mess it’s making against his skin and the sheets. Jake moans out brokenly as Bradley’s hand slides off the back of his neck to gently grasp the front.
With a small grunt Bradley pulls him up. Jake’s body is pliant as he leans his weight back against Bradley’s chest. Bradley’s hand gently caresses Jake’s throat before sliding down Jake’s chest.
Fingers moving through the thick hair that covers Jakes’ body. His hand moving over and squeezing Jakes’ pec as he goes lower.
“Mine,” Bradley grunts out. His hips are now just grinding deep inside Jake’s body. “All mine.”
Jake moans. His hand wraps around to slide through Bradley’s sweaty curls. Bradley presses a hot kiss to Jake’s cheek before dragging his beard higher to Jake’s ear.
“Gonna come on daddy’s cock?” Bradley growls out in a rough voice, “gonna make a mess of yourself as you come on daddy’s cock?”
Jake moans. “Yeah.”
Bradley’s lips turn up. Tears prick the corners of Jake’s vision as he feels Bradley’s hands sink lower. They brush through the hair that surrounds his cock but don’t touch.
“Then what are you waiting for, baby?” Bradley asks as he nips at Jake’s ear, “come.”
Jake moans brokenly as his cock twitches. His balls draw up as he feels his release slam through him. Bradley’s cock grinds against his prostate as long ropes of come spurt from his cock and paint Bradley’s headboard.
“Daddy,” Jake whines out in a broken voice as the aftershocks rush through him, “fuck, daddy.”
Bradley makes a low noise. His hips jerk up a few more times before he turns Jake’s face. His lips press against Jake’s lips as Bradley comes. His cock jerks inside of Jake’s body making the aftershocks last longer.
Jake moans.
He’s boneless and sated as he relaxes back into Bradley’s chest. His fingers card through Bradley’s curls as he gasps softly trying to suck in enough air to fill his burning lungs.
The kiss softens. The more the adrenaline fades, the more it’s just quiet sharing of space. Bradley pulls back but Jake chases his lips for one last kiss.
Bradley smiles. His lips are soft and Jake lets his eyes flutter open as he pulls back.
“Hey,” he says softly. His fingers slide out of Bradley’s hair and run down his face through Bradley’s beard. Bradley smiles. It’s soft, unlike how Bradley just took Jake. “So, jealous, huh?”
Bradley exhales sharply. He looks down and holds Jake’s hips still.
“I gotta-“ he says, waving his hand. He pulls out of Jake and Jake winces.
“B, wait-“
Bradley sends him a tight smile and slides off the side of the bed. He walks towards the bathroom, his hands running through his hair as he sighs loudly. Jake watches him go.
Water turns on and Jake feels his lips tighten. He crawls to the edge of the bed and his legs shake as he tries to put weight on them. Jake walks as quick as he can towards the bathroom and leans on the frame.
Bradley’s hands are grasping the edge tightly. His head is bowed as the sink runs in front of him. Jake’s heart skips a beat and he bites his lip.
“I liked it,” Jake says quietly. Bradley’s head snaps up and meets Jake’s eyes through the mirror. Jake shrugs as he leans his weight on the frame. “I mean, the sex and the fact you cared, maybe not in that order.”
Bradley is just watching him. His eyes aren’t as wild. There isn’t anything lingering from before except for the flush on his cheeks. Jake takes him in. The firm muscle that moves over his body. How his waist tapers into his narrow hips.
“What I’m saying,” Jake says evenly. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. They weren’t anything to write home about. Nothing too crazy. Nothing too complicated. “Maybe-“
He cuts off with a sharp breath. He looks down and lets his lungs fill with a heavy breath.
“Jake-“
“We’re nothing special,” Jake says suddenly. The words tumble from his lips and he looks up at Bradley. “Or at least I thought we weren’t. You like to fuck me when we’re close by and that’s good enough for me I guess.”
“You guess?” Bradley turns. His arms cross over his chest and Jake has a hard time not staring. “You think that’s what this is? We fuck when we’re close and then I slap your ass on the way out.”
Jake shrugs. “Not the first time you did that .”
Bradley blinks at him. His arms bulge over his chest and Jake wishes he was five years younger.
“I don’t know what we are,” Jake says tightly, “we never talked about it. You find me when you’re horny and I call you on occasion.”
“Jake-“
“I’m just saying that it’s nice to know you care about me-“
“I fucking am so close to being in love with you.”
Jake’s mouth snaps shut. Bradley’s eyes are wide like he didn’t expect himself to say it. He drags his hands down his face and Jake’s heart slams in his chest.
“What?”
Bradley lets out a groan. He lets his head fall back to where he’s staring at the ceiling before righting his head and looking at Jake. His eyes are sullen and he exhales sharply.
“I like you a lot, ok?” Bradley says quietly, “and seeing you with some other guy and watching you smile with him made me-“ Bradley cuts off.
Jake’s heart is still racing.
“Would it help if I said I like you too?” Jake asks and Bradley’s eyes widen. Jake swallows. “I just always assumed that you know-“ he waves his hand, “with us that you never really wanted anything. Just told myself it was a now thing and not get too attached.”
Bradley stares at him. “You saved my life.”
Jake shrugs. “You would have done the same for me if roles were reversed.”
Bradley shakes his head. “Wouldn’t have needed to. Something tells me you would have somehow pulled a miracle out and wouldn’t need the back up.”
Jake smiles. Bradley is looking at him, softer this time. Like Jake always wanted him to but never thought he’d get.
“I’m usually good for one miracle,” Jake says with a smirk as he moves off the door. Bradley smiles.
“Yeah?”
Jake nods. Bradley’s closer and Jake wraps his hands around Bradley’s neck.
“Yeah, but so are you apparently. Hitting a target with no guidance.”
Bradley smiles and leans down pressing his lips against Jake’s. Jake lets his weight fall forward and lets Bradley hold him again.