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Day 0
Bradley felt pleasantly sore, his limbs resting heavy on the mussed bedsheets as he slowly came down from his latest orgasm. His heavy eyelids blinked open as his senses slowly returned to low rumbled purrs filling the room, satisfied alpha pheromones heavy in the air making his head spin. Jakes mouth was pressed up against his neck, nuzzling and licking his mating gland, soothing the skin from the nips earlier, he hadn’t broken the skin, but each brush of that warmth made his body shiver, a promise of the future.
Jake was a heavy line draped over his back, pressing him further into the bed. The blonde’s hands resting over his, their fingers entwined as his strong thighs kept Bradley’s legs spread wide for the knot that was buried deep, the wide girth resting up against that bundle of nerves sending a low thrum of pleasure pulsing through his veins.
“Back with me now darlin?” the words elongated into a gentle drawl as Jake shifted up onto his elbows, the movement grinding his knot into Bradley’s prostate as he leaned forward to swallow Bradley’s stuttered gasp with a kiss, their teeth clinking briefly as Jake licked into his mouth until they were both panting.
“Shit Jake, are you trying to kill me?” Bradley breathed out, hiding his face in the sheets.
“Don’t hide from me Roo” Jake cooed as he sat up a little higher, stroking his hand down Bradley’s flank, nails trailing over his hips before grabbing a handful of that perfect ass, squeezing the skin roughly. Jake’s movements were limited from their joining, his knot fully inflated from his release earlier. He would never dream of hurting Bradley; any sharp movements were out of the question but that didn’t mean he was going to lie there quietly; he had something to prove after all.
Slowly Jake started to rut, rotating his hips on each grind forward, wringing moans from the omega. The syrupy sweet smell of slick rising, Jake could feel the dampness on his crotch on each push forward.
“Jake, ooh, you bastard,” Bradley writhed, body vibrating from overstimulation as Jake’s knot massaged his prostate. Pleasure bubbled in his core and his hands clenched the sheets to ground himself as Jake’s musical laughter filled the bedroom, he drew back slightly and Bradley could feel his cock slowly stirring, he didn’t think he could come again though.
“Is it too much for you baby? You were complaining earlier that we weren’t spending enough time together and I don’t think you believed me when I promised you three o’s tonight.”
“Not what I meant,” Bradley groaned out as Jake started to nibble down his neck, trailing towards his mating gland, kissing the sensitive skin before his hips continued with that maddening roll.
“I wanted us to….” Bradley shuddered, “with work, and the.. daggers, I just wanted us to have some qual… ” Bradley broke off suddenly as Jake changed his angle, the movement setting off fireworks in his core, molten liquid igniting deep inside as he tried to catch his breath. A low moan escaped him as he pushed back onto that clever knot, his body tightening, clenching down, chasing the beginning of his third orgasm, before Jake shifted away, the alpha grunting as he did so.
Bradley whined, bereft as he sank into the bed under the weight of Jake’s body, huffing in frustration, chest heaving as he burrowed his face into the sheets. Bradley could feel the alpha's grin against his mating gland, the asshole.
“I hate you,” he muttered as he came down from the edge, taking a second to catch his breath as he turned his head, dislodging Jake from his neck as he captured the alpha’s lips in a kiss. Jake’s breath was hot against his, heavy as if he’d just come back from his morning run. The scent of his peppermint toothpaste wafted over him as their lips clashed, Jake’s tongue swiping out to caress his lower lip, soft as silk.
The gentleness from the kiss was a sharp contrast to the sudden dirty grind of Jake’s hips, followed up by lighting quick thrusts pulling wrecked ‘ah, ah ahs’ from Bradley on each rock of the alpha’s knot against his oversensitive prostate. His body went from 0 to 10 in seconds as their bodies continued to rock together.
“Jake… oh my god… it’s too much, I….stop, I can’t…faster, I need…oooh,” Bradley felt like he was about to vibrate out of his skin, his inner muscles clamping down as his conflicted babbles turned into drawn out whimpers which he tried to stifle with the back of his arm. A strong hand quickly grabbed his wrist, pinning his arm next to his head.
“None of that now Roo, you know I love to hear you sing.”
Jake’s movements came to a sudden halt and Bradley’s brain stuttered from the maddening lack of movement, he’d been so close to the precipice again and then… he felt like screaming in exasperation. If he wasn’t knotted and stuck on his stomach, he’d have rolled them over and taken his pleasure, riding Jake to completion, stringing the alpha out in punishment, making him beg for mercy before he allowed him to come…
Lost to his thoughts of revenge, he came back to himself when he felt a tap to his upper thigh and an arm looping under his stomach, encouraging him to rise slightly. “Lift up for me sweetheart,” Jake rumbled as a pillow was slid underneath his hips and Jake let him collapse back down onto the mattress. Soft kisses peppered his shoulders as the alpha once again settled heavily over him, starting to move slowly, sensually.
The new angle of his hips and the weight of Jake’s body shifted the knot even deeper into the cradle of his core, drawing out an omegan purr as pleasure once again consumed him, Bradley lost himself to the feeling. He squeezed down on the knot, wriggling slightly, making Jake groan.
“Mmmm, you feel so good alpha, so big, filling me up so well.”
Jake’s breath hitched. If there was one sure way to get him fired up, it was when Bradley called him alpha, often a rarity or when Bradley was overwhelmed. Jake preened in happiness, his alpha puffing up and roaring in pride that his intended mate found him worthy. Bradley was so independent, strong and capable. His equal on air and land and in every other way that mattered. People would often underestimate Bradley because of his designation and that was their last mistake. Yes, omegas were a rarity, especially in the military, but Bradley used that to his advantage, he could kick anyone’s ass, Jake’s included. So, to be called alpha by Bradley, to know that he was accepted by this gorgeous omega, this incredible man? Jake would never take that for granted, it was an honour that he would always cherish.
Jake could feel himself getting closer, but he needed Bradley to tip over first. “Do you think you can come on just my knot Roo?” Bradley’s body trembled in response, at both the thought and the challenge, his toes curled as his body clamped down tight, making Jake’s breath catch.
Jake started a steadily increasing grind, changing the angle of the push of his hips following every gasp Bradley released. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies from where their skin pressed together and Bradley felt lightheaded from the heat they were generating; he could feel sweat prickling the insides of his elbows and the backs of his knees, the trickle of slick between his thighs making him wriggle in distant embarrassment.
“Baby you feel so good, taking me so well.” Jake murmured, looping his right arm back under Bradley’s body, pulling them even closer together. Jake planted his other hand in the sheets near Bradley’s left shoulder, pushing up for more leverage, his body blanketed the others as he built up speed, they were nearing the end now going from the cut-off gasps being punched out of Bradley on every rut.
Bradley’s body sang from the praise and overstimulation. He was so close, his body started to clench uncontrollably around Jake’s knot, he could feel his nipples pebble as his muscles contracted. Pressure built within his body, feeling too big to be contained.
“Jake, I’m close” he gasped, “touch me, please alpha” he begged. The hand resting against his heart slid slowly down his body, not quite reaching his cock before Bradley climaxed. Pleasure exploding from the apex of his legs outwards towards his limbs. His whole body trembled from the intensity as his brain fogged with euphoria. Distantly, as his body continued to vibrate and contract, he registered Jake shouting out his own release as the alpha became a boneless weight above him, crushing him into the bed as sudden warmth filled his insides, Jake’s knot pulsing as he came.
Bradley was lost to the endorphins, his breathing and pulse slowing as lethargy cocooned his body. He closed his eyes, feeling happy, sated and surrounded by his alpha. His heavy eyes closed, and he felt himself slowly drift.
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Bradley came to with a gasp as Jake rolled off, his now softened cock leaving the embrace of his body, he could feel wetness leaking between his legs and he winced at the uncomfortable sensation. The alpha soothed him instantly, grasping his neck in a gentle scruff before slowly crawling down his body, trailing his lips in warm kisses down his spine, stopping with a bite to his ass. Jake’s fingers stroked over the stinging skin before swiping through the wetness leaking from him. Fingers swirling over his hole before two suddenly dipped inside making him squeak.
“Ugh…. no, I can’t” Bradley whined from the dull burn, throwing his heavy arm back to try and smack the alpha. Jake chuckled as he easily dodged, pressing his fingers firmly in against that wicked bundle of nerves before withdrawing. “You’re a pain in the ass,” Bradley complained.
“Your pain in the ass” Jake gloated, surging up to pull Bradley into a bruising kiss, making his head spin. “Love you Roo, now stay there, I’ll be right back.”
Bradley turned to watch Jake saunter into the bathroom. His alpha was a vision, with his beautiful golden skin, strong, firm body, his perfectly rounded ass with the dimples of Venus where his back met his pelvis that Bradley loved to lick. He sighed in content as he closed his eyes, star-fishing out and groaning at the stretch to his sore muscles. He melted back into the sheets as he waited for Jake, drifted off slowly before being startled awake at the sudden warmth from the washcloth cleaning the stickiness from his skin. Jake chuckled as Bradley’s body twitched.
“Did you enjoy that?” Jake rumbled, throwing the used cloth into the laundry basket before joining Bradley on the bed, rolling them away from the wet patch. “I promised you three o’s and you didn’t believe me baby, when have I ever failed to deliver?”
Bradley scoffed from where he had ended up sprawled over Jakes chest, pleased alpha pheromones lingered, potent in the air. “I think you ruined me,” Bradley huffed as he pressed a quick kiss to Jake’s chest before smirking, “you fucked me so good alpha, I’ll have to return the favour tomorrow.”
Jake’s proud rumbles filled the air as his arms raised to pull Bradley against his body, pulling him impossibly close. “I aim to please,” he gloated as they settled down, both enjoying the time they had together.
The last few weeks had been intense. The daggers were back in North Island for their annual evals and training before they would be released for two months of leave. They were still considered a newly formed air wing despite having 18 months of flying ops together since that fateful mission. It felt like the brass were keeping them under the thumb, even though Ice assuring them that this wasn't the case, Bradley guessed it was because Mav was at the helm. Regardless, it was nice to have some downtime.
“So, I have a confession to make,” Jake said lowly into Bradley’s shoulder, pulling him out of his musing. “It’s nothing bad but you’re going to be pissed at me.”
Bradley paused, brain whirring as he slowly pulled off Jake’s chest, moving to lean against the headboard as he gazed down at the other man. “What did you do this time?”
Jake looked embarrassed, those piercing ocean eyes meeting his before flicking away, guilt clear on his face.
“Not the bronco again?” Bradley whined in disbelief, “please don’t tell me it’s the wing mirror? I only just got it fixed since the last time you tried to destroy it, it cost me $350 bucks and the mechanic was an asshole!”
Every time Jake took the bronco out, he broke something; the flat tire from parking on top of a broken bottle, reversing into the fire hydrant outside of Ice’s house for poker night on two different occasions, the chipped windscreen.... Bradley had even found receipts left on the kitchen side from the ford specialist garage a state over when he returned from a long weekend away with Mav and Ice. Jake never mentioned it so he'd never asked but whatever he'd done had cost a pretty penny.
“Roo, I..”
“Wait, it was poker night earlier wasn't it, did you hit the fire hydrant again?!” Bradley bulldozed on, flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with his hands, “You’re basically a cowboy, you’re supposed to be good with big cars!”
Jake gently pulled Bradley’s hands from his face, “Your lack of faith in me is astonishing Roo, I didn’t hurt your precious car.”
Bradley paused, “then what is it?” he blinked his eyes open, suspicion heavy in the air.
Jake sat up, pulling Bradley with him by the hands, keeping hold of them in his lap as he faced the other. “I may have lost a dare to Mav at poker this evening.”
“You lost to Mav? He’s fucking awful at poker, how the hell did you manage that?” Bradley griped as Jake looked offended. Poker night was a fortnightly event held at his god parents’ house. It was the worst kept secret in North Island with all the daggers attending, even Cyclone joined on the odd occasion and instead of trading money, they used bets and favours. Bradley missed this evening’s session because he’d been asked to prepare a slide deck last minute for the new Top gun candidates for the airboss.
“What were the terms?” Bradley asked slowly.
Jake bit his bottom lip, one of his guilty tells if Bradley ever did see one. This didn’t bode well... Bradley didn’t even want to imagine what terms Mav had set to put that look on Jake's face.
His godparents and Jake had a strange relationship. They both loved him, saw him as a second son and would constantly pester them about when they would bond and give them grandchildren but on the other hand, they also saw Jake as the alpha stealing away their pup. This had led to numerous battles of one-upmanship on who could care for Bradley better. Bradley particularly enjoyed the BBQ and bake offs this had generated; Jake made a mean Norwegian apple cake and he'd never say no to Mav's mac and cheese.
Bradley narrowed his eyes, “tell me Jake.”
“Just know that this is not my fault Roo, it was a set up! The old man’s a card shark, there’s no way I should have lost that hand and Javey swears he saw Ice passing him cards under the table.” Jake gave him a beseeching look as he cleared his throat. “I lost a bet, maybe if I start with what will happen if I fail.”
“Okay… and?” Bradley asked tentatively, what the fuck has Jake gotten them into this time?
“So, terms of the bet, if I fail… Ice will file paperwork to officially change my call sign, for the next year to…. Bagman.”
Bradley snorted, pulling his hands away from the sweaty grasp as he chortled. Jake’s body slumped in defeat, his eyes wide, full mouth pouting as he watched him laugh in betrayal.
“Roo,” he whined.
“Bagman?” Bradley wiped his eyes, trying to keep a straight face, “Ice seriously said that he’d make it official?” Jake just nodded, sending Bradley into peels of laughter.
“What was the bet then?” Bradley finally asked through a wide grin, “we better make sure you don’t fail it hadn’t we.”
“This is the bit that’s going to piss you off,” Jake warned, “so think of tonight as an apology and a final hurrah okay Roo.”
“What the hell did Mav dare you?”
Jake took a deep breath as he looked him in the eyes, “No sex for two weeks.”
“That asshole!”