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Jake’s shirt falls first.
Like many things between them, it’s Jake that breaks first.
He was the one that asked Bradley out, he was the one that gave Bradley the key. He was the one that moved his leave house to San Diego. But he was also the one that broke first and drove away when it all became too much.
Bradley’s not good at many things.
He can fly a jet better than the best. He’s a good time call and a party when the tequila hits just right. He knows how he looks and how he smiles. He knows that he was built for two things: holding grudges and fucking them away.
Jake’s eyes never leave Bradley’s eyes as he walks forward. His golden skin almost glows in the low light of the bunk. Bradley wouldn’t even know they were on a carrier if it wasn’t for the stacked beds.
Jake reaches down, his thumbs hooking in his own sweats and Bradley’s brain turns back on.
“What are you-“
“Just-“ Jake’s voice is softer, heavier. Almost like it might break if Jake thinks a little harder, so he’s not going to. His arms buldge and he shifts going to push his sweats down to his ankles. “Just shut the fuck up.”
Bradley’s heart skips a beat. Jake’s eyes are burning. Part of the bridge between them is still on fire and the other part is ash. It’s not salvageable. It’s almost not worth the effort needed to patch up the wood and make it stand again.
“Why?” Bradley asks. He lets out a breath and he lets go. The energy shifts in the room. Every word thrown between them is screamed in the silence and Bradley prays softly that Jake hears the right three. “Don’t you love it when I talk?”
Jake’s eyes dilate. The black swallows the green and Bradley inches forward. It’s electric between them. That thing that moves between them is so thick and heady that Bradley knows Jake can taste it.
“Bradley-“
Bradley smirks. He lets his eyes drag down Jake’s body. Over the miles of golden skin. Over the swell of his pecs and nipples that are hardening in the cool air. Down, following the thick hair that covers Jake’s body until it tapers down, sinking below Jake’s sweats.
The journey up is slower. Bradley pointedly drinking Jake in. Last nights on earth were meant to be cherished and fuck Bradley if he was going to mess this up too.
Jake’s breath audibly catches as Bradley closes the distance. The smell of deodorant and day old cologne makes Bradley’s cock twitch.
Jake’s still warm under Bradley’s fingers. His skin is still on the right side of soft. His fingers dig in and Bradley closes the distance again looming over Jake.
“You came from my voice once, didn’t you, baby?” Bradley taunts softly. Jake’s throat bobs. Bradley drags his thumb along the sharp bone of Jake’s hip before dipping into the deep V. “Rutted against, what was it? My shirt? Face in my pillow, my shirt on your cock as I talked you through an orgasm?”
Jake whimpers softly. The sound sends of wave of heat through Bradley. It’s almost possessive, borderline animalistic the feeling. The knowledge that Bradley did that to Jake. Wound him up so tight that Jake shattered into a million pieces and Bradley collected them all.
Because Jake was his. Because Jake needed to be cherished. Loved and held tight and never let go because Jake was too good to be true.
Jake shakes his head. “Don’t-“
“Don’t what?” Bradley goads softly. A hard edge creeps into his voice as he drags the callus on the edge of his thumb higher. He runs over the hair that covers Jake’s body and he wants it under his mouth. “Think about you grinding against our bed as I watched you show me how you missed me?”
Jake’s body trembles under Bradley’s touch. His skin pebbles as Bradley drags higher. The muscle firm under Bradley’s thumb and he wants it under his lips. Needs it under his lips.
Bradley leans in. His nose brushes against Jake’s cheek and the possessive feeling blooms through his chest at the feeling of the warm breath against his face.
Bradley’s lips are soft. Jake’s skin is rough with a five o’clock shadow. Bradley grunts softly. His lips drag lower over Jake’s jaw before he ducks his head and slides his lips over Jake’s pulse.
“God,” Bradley grunts. Jake still tastes the same. The salt from the sea slings to the musk that Bradley’s been chasing for years. “You taste the same.”
Jake whimpers softly. His fingers slide through Bradley’s hair, tugging hard.
“B,” Jake grunts softly.
His voice shakes and Bradley wants to hear that sound. The one Jake makes when he’s so lost in his body that he can’t do anything but let Bradley worship him like an altar.
And that’s all it is really.
Bradley finding his faith on his knees in front of his angel.
Jake’s body shivers as Bradley goes lower. The hands on his head pushes but Bradley doesn’t go faster. His hands slide around Jake’s body. His fingers dig into the muscle on Jake’s back and pulls him closer. He glances up.
Jake’s mouth is open. His lashes fluttering shut as his eyes roll back. Bradley’s lips turn up into a smirk as he slides his tongue through the deep groove between Jake’s pecs.
“Did I ever tell you that I’ve come to the idea of fucking these?” Bradley asks. He turns his head to run his mouth over the swell. His teeth dragging over the skin enough to cause Jake’s fingers to tie tighter into his hair. “You on your back. Tits pushed together as I fuck them until I come on your face.”
“Jesus Christ, Bradley,” Jake gasps, “you can’t say shit like that to me.”
Bradley smiles. His lips slide over the rough hair before he latches onto one of Jake’s nipples. Jake moans. His hips thrust forward but at the weird angle of Bradley’s body, he moves against nothing.
“Came to the idea of just them before too,” Bradley says in a rough voice. He lets his knees bend more as he sinks down farther.
He’s too old to try and hold the position. His knees ache and he sinks to the ground. He stares up at Jake. Jake’s face is flushed and his lips are swollen from biting them. Sweat darkens the edges of Jake’s brow and Bradley smirks.
He can’t do many things right. He fucked it up with Mav, he didn’t tell his mom he loved her enough. But this? This he can do.
His fingers hook into Jake’s sweats and Bradley pulls them down. Jake’s body sways at the new sensation and cold air hitting his skin. A sharp breath is hissed out and Bradley leans forward burying his nose into the juncture of Jake’s thigh in the patch of dark curls that surround Jake’s cock.
Bradley breathes in and the musky scent of sex and Jake mix together. Bradley turns his face and presses a kiss to the base of Jake’s cock.
It twitches, hardening up by the second. Bradley pulls back enough to spit into his palm and reaches up to grasp Jake in a loose grip. His thumb swipes over the tip of Jake’s cock collecting the small amount of precome that’s starting to form on the tip.
“Love your cock,” Bradley says softly. He doesn’t look away from Jake’s face as he leans in and presses a kiss the shaft. Bradley slowly works his mouth down lazily stroking Jake’s cock getting it hard. “Meant to be worshiped.”
Jake moans. His fingers tighten in Bradley’s hair and he tugs trying to pull Bradley closer.
“What’s the rush, sweetheart?” Bradley asks cheekily, “I got all night.”
Jake’s eyes flash open and he stares down at Bradley. His eyes narrow-
He tastes like the salt of his precome. Bradley slides his hand up Jake’s cock as his mouth chases it. Bradley slides back down and strokes Jake’s cock. He looks up.
Jake’s lip is buried between his teeth again, his eyes trained on Bradley’s face. They don’t look away. Bradley slides back down, his tongue sliding over the underside of Jake’s cock, along the vein as he takes Jake deeper.
Jake’s chest moves rapidly. Harsh, sharp breaths leave his lips and Bradley is greedy and selfish. Bradley wants more.
His hands slide over Jake’s back and flank. Grabbing, squeezing, owning . He has one more night to make it right and Bradley doesn’t plan to waste it.
“You wanna fuck my mouth?” Bradley asks. His voice is rough as he continues to stroke Jake’s cock.
“I want to come,” Jake grits out. His cock is hard, the tip red and leaking. Bradley smiles as he runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth savoring the taste of Jake.
“How bad?” Bradley asks. He raises a brow as a look of shock runs over Jake’s face.
“Excuse me?”
Bradley leans in and buries his face back into the curls at the base of Jake’s cock, mouth laving at the base. Jake’s body jerks forward and Bradley swipes the precome from the tip of Jake’s cock. He reaches up and parts Jake’s ass. It’s almost too dry. Precome lasting only a little bit of teasing and Bradley smiles up at him.
“Tell me,” Bradley says as he pulls back, “tell me what you want.”
“I don’t want you to fly,” Jake snaps and Bradley gives him a sad smile.
“Tell me what you want that I can give you.”
Jake’s fingers tighten in Bradley’s hair. He twists his wrists and Bradley groans as the dull pain makes the arousal pool in his groin. He lets Jake tilt his head back until they’re staring at each other.
Bradley’s finger is still drawing lazy patterns against Jake’s hole. The furled muscle slowly relaxes enough for Bradley gently presses the tip in.
“B,” Jake gasps. Bradley smile widens.
“It’s just the tip, baby,” Bradley says smirking. Jake moans as Bradley presses just a little harder so it moves past the tight ring. “What do you want?”
Jake rocks forward. His cock drags over Bradley’s cheek leaving a trail of precome behind. Bradley doesn’t look away as he pulls his finger back to gently thrust it back in. Jake’s eyes flutter.
They’ve never fucked dry. They’ve fucked raw but never dry.
Bradley’s eyes never leave Jake’s face as he pulls his finger out. He reaches back around and slides it through the mess that’s forming on Jake’s cock before lifting them to his lips and spitting on them.
Jake’s breath hitches and Bradley leans in again and slides his mouth over Jake’s balls. They pull up against Bradley’s lips and the words almost don’t slip past his lips.
“Already?” Bradley asks. He doesn’t hide the smugness of his words. He presses a finger into Jake’s body at the same time he slides his mouth over Jake’s balls and sucks.
“Fuck, B,” Jake grunts out. His voice is reed thin and Bradley wants more.
He’s greedy. He’s not good. He’s burned every bridge he ever crossed.
Bradley pushes the second finger in too roughly and Jake keens. Jake’s always liked it rough. Liked sex to move at impossible speeds because it’s the rush that made him desperate and whine.
And Bradley can do that. Bradley can do that and more. Jake never asks because he doesn’t need to and Bradley knows what Jake needs because he knows Jake.
His fingers curls as he pulls back enough to slide Jake’s cock back into his mouth. Jake’s body is tight and hot. Not wet enough to make a sound but enough to make the glide work. Bradley looks up at Jake through his lashes. It’s a competition again but this time it’s different.
They’re different.
They’re not love drunk anymore. They’re older, wiser and a little bit meaner. Jake’s lived his life knowing Bradley’s worst sides and Bradley’s lived his life running from ghosts.
Bradley’s nose brushes against the patch of curls at the base of Jake’s cock. Jake’s fingers are tight and his abs curl with the effort to hold himself still. Ever the southern gentleman trying to make this about Bradley.
Bradley brushes Jake’s prostate.
The last bit of Jake is buried roughly in Bradley’s throat as Jake jerks his hips forward accidentally. Bradley moans. His fingers presses against Jake’s gland flooding his throat and mouth with precome.
Bradley pulls back just enough to pull a whine from Jake’s throat and he tugs hard fucking himself deeper into Bradley’s throat. Bradley’s throat flutters. It tightens at the intrusion and Jake moans loudly. It’s almost there, the broken noise that Bradley’s looking for. He holds still and lets Jake’s body move on impulse and need.
Jake fucks his throat with shallow motions. His body rolling forward as broken sounds fall from his lips. Bradley blinks through the tears that are forming. Jake’s body rolls. His rhythm falling apart as Bradley sinks back and lets Jake use his mouth.
“Fucking hell, Bradshaw,” Jake grunts. His face pulls together as he fights what Bradley knows is happening. “Fuck- not how- not how this- oh my god-“
Bradley pulls against the hand on his head and Jake lets him. He slides off Jake’s cock with a wet noise and he stares up into Jake’s wrecked face.
“No?” Bradley’s voice is gone. It’s deep and fucked, sounding exactly like what just happened.
Jake whimpers and Bradley tsks almost sympathetically.
“That looks painful,” Bradley drawls out, “want some help?”
“Can you stop fucking around?” Jake gasps out. His fingers tighten as he weakly tries to pull Bradley forward.
“Tell me what you want,” Bradley says with a smirk, “it’s not that hard.”
“Fuck you.”
Bradley smirks. His fingers slide into Jake’s body and spreads his fingers wide. Jake’s eyes roll back, his long lashes flutter and Bradley presses a kiss to his hip.
“I thought you’d want my cock inside you,” Bradley says quietly. His lips flutter higher over the skin. “But I can-“
“Get your cock inside me now,” Jake grunts out. Bradley looks up at him and Jake’s face is burning.
He hates saying what he wants. The embarrassment of needing or just not being in control. Or something else that Bradley doesn’t know. Bradley knows, so he gives without even a thought. But sometimes, rarely, when Bradley’s lost, he wants Jake to spell it out.
Because Bradley may not be good, but he lives to serve.
“Fuck- just, something,” Jake settles on, “I need something, anything. I’m burning up. Need you.”
Bradley smiles. He slides his fingers in and it’s rough. The precome and spit drying up. Bradley slowly stands keeping the tips of his fingers barely brushing against Jake’s prostate. Jake’s eyes flutter. His chest moves as he tries to catch his breath.
“Get on the bed,” Bradley says in a low voice. His lips brush the underside of Jake’s jaw as he goes higher. “How ever you want me.”
He pulls his fingers out and Jake sways. His mouth turns down and Bradley wonders for a second what he missed. The look is gone before Bradley can focus too much on it. His cock is still trapped in his sweats and the constricting pressure is starting to hurt.
He watches as Jake’s eyes dart down and Bradley tries not to shift his weight as he preens. They haven’t fucked since they broke up. The last time is burned into Bradley’s mind when he’s balls deep in someone else.
Jake’s throat bobs. He lets out a shaky breath and he climbs onto the bottom bunk. The frame squeaks and Jake settles on his knees. His fingers curled up so his knuckles are pressing into the blankets.
Bradley’s eyes wander. As last nights go, this is how he’d want it to end. Tomorrow never coming and the arch of Jake’s spine being the last thing he sees.
Bradley doesn’t pull away his gaze. His eyes linger on the swell of Jake’s ass and the gentle curve down. Bradley’s hands itch to hold him. To feel the warmth and weight of Jake again.
He turns and walks over to the small drawer pulling out the first aid kit. He pops the top open and pulls out the pack of travel lube.
“Condom?” Bradley glances over his shoulder. Jake’s head is bowed, his eyes staring at the spot between his hands. Jake shakes his head. “I can’t hear you.”
Jake’s head snaps up and his mouth is pulled into a firm line.
“No.”
Bradley smirks and makes a point of sliding the condom into the kit. He walks over the bed and gets behind Jake before sliding off his sweats. He’s not wearing boxers, the cool air directly hits his skin and Bradley hisses.
His cock is hard. The thick tip already glistening with precome. It’s curled up. The warm pool of arousal sits low in Bradley’s groin, pulling at him tighter. Jake’s laid out in front of him.
His perfect ass is somehow tan and a spike of jealousy shoots through Bradley at the idea of someone seeing Jake laying out with swim trunks off.
Jake’s ass jiggles under the light impact. Bradley’s hand stings a bit with the contact against Jake. Jake’s body rocks forward and Bradley smirks.
“More?”
Jake nods his head. Bradley doesn’t push it and he lands another slap against Jake’s ass. It shakes, a small red spot forming where Bradley’s hand lands. Bradley drops the lube onto the bed and grabs Jake’s ass.
The furled muscle curls onto itself. Jake lets out a quiet gasp. Bradley purses his lips and spits right onto Jake’s ass before sliding his finger into him.
“Gonna get you wet,” Bradley says roughly, “gonna get you nice and wet, spread out and fucked open ready to take my cock.”
Jake moans. It’s not broken, it’s full of fire and need. Bradley's finger slides into Jake as he picks up the lube and half tears it open with his teeth. He squeezes gel onto Jake’s entrance around his finger. Bradley presses in the second and works the lube into Jake.
Jake grunts at the new feeling of being stretched with the cold feeling of the lube. Bradley watches as Jake arches. His body sliding back against Bradley. His head falls forward and Bradley swallows thickly.
He works in a third.
The lube eases the way and Bradley grunts softly at the loud keen Jake lets out. Bradley keeps the angle the same. His fingers hitting Jake’s prostate with every thrust. Jake’s arms shake before he slides down, pressing his face into the pillows.
“Fuck, Jake,” Bradley grunts out. Jake’s back arches more, putting his ass at the perfect height for Bradley to slide in. “Damn, baby, you need it don’t you?”
Jake moans. It’s so close to the sound that makes Bradley orgasm slam through him harder than anything has before.
“Just like that,” Bradley praises softly. Jake’s body tightens around his fingers and Bradley reaches down to grasp his cock, stroking himself, trying to take off the edge. “Fuck yourself back on me baby. Show me how you missed me.”
Jake whines high and desperate. His face twists until he’s facing the pillows. His dog tags hang low and Jake shifts. The chain moves and Bradley watches as Jake’s name stares up at him for standard metal.
Bradley grunts softly.
“Ready?” Bradley asks roughly. Jake’s not stretched enough and they both know.
It usually takes a good long while until Jake’s body is loose enough to take Bradley. It’s not that Bradley’s too big, it’s just that he is big. Thick and wide, made to press against all the spots deep inside Jake that makes him see stars.
Jake nods and Bradley’s too drunk on them to care. He slides his fingers out and stops stroking himself long enough to squeeze the rest of the lube into his hand. His cock aches at the light friction.
Bradley messily spreads it over his cock, touching himself just enough to get the job done. He grabs Jake's hip and lines himself up with Jake’s entrance.
Bradley’s eyes glide over Jake’s body. Down the arch of his back to the blonde head that’s bowed. Bradley slowly lets his hand slide up the back of Jake’s ass.
His hips rock in a teasing motion, sliding over Jake’s hole without pushing in. His hand climbs higher. Fingers pressing, remembering, owning Jake’s body. His nails dig in enough to leave small indents on Jake’s back, the red lines against the perfect, golden skin.
Jake moans. It’s so close and Bradley’s hips jerk forward at the sound. It’s so pretty when Jake lets go. Bradley’s fingers curl around the back of Jake’s neck, pressing him down. His hips stop circling.
Bradley shifts his weight and the flared head of his cock catches the rim. Jake hisses. He wasn’t prepped enough. Bradley grinds his teeth as he pushes forward. The tight wetness of Jake’s body almost swallows his cock as he pushes past the initial ring of muscle.
Jake whines. Bradley’s eyes flutter back as he lets his head fall back as he lets himself get lost in the tight warmth that swallowing him whole.
Jake’s always tight. His body the perfect size to take Bradley. The friction is perfect and Bradley almost wishes that he could have it all. Picket fence with the dog and the kids. Pulling G’s at Mach ten. Jake in the shotgun of the Bronco and no suicide mission tomorrow.
And for a second, as Bradley sinks in the last two inches and his hips are pressing against Jake’s ass, he does have it all. His fingers flex against Jake’s neck. The strong muscle flexes as Jake repositions.
Sharp breaths leave both their lungs as they try to rationalize what’s happening. They’re locked together again.
Like they belong .
The thoughts gone before Bradley can think. His mind a mess of hormones and need. The band in his gut is pulled so tight Bradley thinks he might come if he doesn’t do something.
“With me, baby?” Bradley asks roughly. Jake mewls quietly and Bradley can feel the smirk tugging at his lips. “Words, baby.”
Jake’s body squeezes his cock so tight a punched out noise falls from Bradley’s lips.
“More,’ Jake gasps. His fingers are tied into the pillows. “B, come on, don’t make me beg.”
Bradley’s breath catches as he shifts his hips. The drag of of Jake’s body sends heat shooting up Bradley’s spine. A sharp breath leaves his lungs as he slides back in with a sharp thrust.
Jake whimpers. Bradley’s hand tightens and he grabs onto Jake’s hip. He slides his cock out before thrust back in, slowly getting used to the friction. Bradley’s cock twitches in Jake pulling out a loud broken noise.
“Fucking shit,” Bradley hisses. His grip tightens and he pulls back and slams back into Jake losing the slow build up.
Jake cries out. His voice muffled but the same edge clings to it. It lights Bradley on fire.
He did this. His cock did this. He pulled Jake’s defenses down to the point that he was just Jake in Bradley’s bed. He wasn’t the Hangman or whatever dark and twisted thing Bradley threw at him in the middle of a fight. He wasn’t a pilot, he was a man.
And Bradley loved the man with every fiber of his being.
“Love it when you sing for me,” Bradley grunts out. He thrusts in, rutting down into Jake’s body. “Love it when I make you feel like this.”
Bradley doesn’t stop. Jake’s body is trying to arch and roll. To take Bradley deeper inside of him. To make everything closer and have Bradley just grinding against his prostate.
Bradley lets him. The hand on Jake’s hip is there to help Jake guide his motions not direct. The one on Jake’s neck is to ground them both. Bradley’s here and he’s going to take care of Jake.
“Love your ass,” Bradley grunts out, “always feels like the first time. When I bent you over the pool table and took you for all your worth.”
Jake whines out broken and lost. The sounds spilling from his lips fuel the fire inside of Bradley. He keeps the pace up. It’s brutal and fast. Their bodies meeting in a way their words could never.
Bradley’s hand tightens on Jake’s hip, slowly down their pace. The pressure inside of him is building too fast and the inevitable end is coming too close. Bradley takes over.
His large hand rocks Jake’s body, rolling it in time with the new pace. The slower ride.
Jake whimpers. His fingers in white knuckle grips in the pillowcase and Bradley thinks that this is heaven. He must have died because this is his heaven. Balls deep in his angel, worshipping him to the ancient rhythm he knows by heart.
“Fuck, you’re so good.”
The praise slides off his tongue. Bradley’s eyes flutter at the feeling of Jake’s body tightening. They’re moving together again, nice and slow. Bradley’s fingers brush gently at the base of Jake’s skull where the shortest hairs are.
“So fucking pretty, Jake,” Bradley grunts out, “so pretty split open on my cock. Like you were born to be worshiped and adored.”
Bradley’s grip on Jake’s neck loosens and he slides his hand towards the front of Jake’s throat. His fingers brush over Jake’s pulse before he slides his hand down over Jake’s shoudlers and back. The muscle bunches as Jake works himself in time with Bradley’s thrusts. It feels-
“You’re so perfect,” Bradley whispers again in awe. His mind is spinning. The pleasure is too much and the heat and the wetness surrounding his cock makes his mind a little dumb. “So perfect like this.” His fingers trace the bumps of Jake’s spine before sliding up the sweaty skin wrapping around the back of Jake's neck. “Now sit back and let me do what I do best.”
Bradley snaps his hips forward. Jake’s body arches and the dogtags slide against his golden skin. Bradley can’t pull his eyes away. His hand holds onto Jake’s neck tighter as he thrust forward, harder, faster. Pouring every ounce of his heart and his soul into his motions.
He’s not good like Jake. He doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, but he can do this. He can love Jake right and tip him over until the only thing Jake knows is bliss.
Jake’s close. The harder pace pushing him there and Bradley wants it to. He holds Jake down as he jackhammers his hips hitting Jake’s prostate with every thrust. Jake’s whines turn to whimpers until the only noise he can make the broken noise that sets Bradley on fire.
“I’ll come back,” Bradley grits out. Jake’s body spasms. “I’ll come back for you. I’m going to fly it, hit my mark and I’ll make it back.”
Jake twists. The pleasure building up inside him is too much and Bradley loves it when Jake gets like this. Lost and blissed out until he’s nothing more then putty in Bradley’s hands. His head so gone that Bradley can calm the sea of thoughts that’s always flowing through Jake’s brain.
“Let go for me,” Bradley grunts out, “come on, pretty boy, show me how good I make you feel. Come on my cock and make a mess.”
Jake keens high and broken. His body jerks and his walls contract rhythmically around Bradley’s cock as he comes untouched on the bed. Bradley hisses.
He falls forward and grinds Jake’s prostate with his cock. His chest pressed to Jake’s back. Jake is making quiet pathetic noises. He’s long gone from this world. His orgasm still moving through him as he keeps clenching around Bradley’s cock.
Bradley presses a kiss to the left side of Jake’s back next to his shoulder blade where Bradley knows Jake’s heart is. He squeezes his eyes shut, his cock twitching and balls pulling a little higher. Bradley grunts out as he nips at the spot behind Jake’s ear and presses his lips against the soft flesh.
“Gonna fuck my cum so deep inside you that you’ll still be leaking tomorrow,” Bradley growls out, “sitting in that plane watching the horizon waiting for me.”
Jake whines out. His cheeks red and Bradley knows he’s gone.
His orgasm slams through him. His cock contracts as he pumps his hips deep into Jake, painting Jake’s body with his cum. Bradley sinks his teeth into Jake’s ear as he fucks them through whatever is slamming through their veins.
Bradley’s head swims as he collapses down, covering Jake’s body with his own. Jake makes a soft sound. It’s fucked out and lost and Bradley adds that to his list of things that he’ll remember if he makes it through.
His heart slams in his chest as he pulls back. His cock soft and Bradley pushes himself up before sliding his cock out. Jake’s hole is puffy. Lube and come slowly leak out of the stretched out entrance.
Fire burns as the possessive feeling washes over Bradley at the sight. Jake is his. Always have been, always will be.
He leans down and runs his tongue over the mess. Jake tastes a musky version of them. A soft noise is let out from above Bradley but he doesn’t care.
He’s a man possessed by something deeper than love. Bradley slides his tongue inside Jake and slowly licks him clean. Jake’s body is rolling against him. Towards or away, Bradley doesn’t know but right now, Bradley needs more.
“Off,” Jake grunts softly. Hands are in Bradley’s hair pushing at him.
Bradley pulls off and Jake looks fucked out on the mattress. His lashes are clumped with tears, his cheeks still flushed with the redness that moves down Jakes’ chest. His chest is moving in a slow even deep pattern. He looks perfect.
The sweat mats his hair, making it stick up at odd angles. His eyes fluttering closed. Bradley can’t bring himself to look away as a small sigh escapes Jake’s lips.
“I’ll get you a towel,” Bradley says quietly, “and maybe move you to the top bunk.”
Jake hums softly. Bradley turns quickly and moves through the small bunk room getting a towel and wetting it with the water bottle on the table. Bradley turns and Jake is curled up on the bunk. His eyes are closed and soft snores leave his lips.
Bradley’s heart slams in his chest as he gently wipes Jake down and wrestles the soiled blanket from under his sleeping body. Bradley covers Jake’s shoulders and lets his thumb brush down Jake’s cheek.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there gently touching Jake. The other pilot is fast asleep and Bradley wonders if Jake heard the three correct words.
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He left before Jake woke up. He’d feel bad about it if he was a better person maybe. He didn’t ruin whatever he touched or poisoned the water.
Bradley glances up and his heart stops in his chest. Jake is standing on the tarmac. The wind blows his golden hair and Bradley wishes he could do it all over again. If he could say the right-
“Give ‘em hell,” Jake calls over the noises of the jets firing up. Bradley’s breath catches and Jake’s face betrays nothing.
They almost touch as Jake passes him and Bradley turns his head to watch him go.
Jake heard him say the three words last night.