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There were few things Jake hated more than the dead of summer. And most of those involved losing — especially to a certain tall coworker of his who irritated him just by existing with his pretty smile and perfect fucking nose that had made Javy leave him in a museum one time because he had kept pointing out any statues that had the same nose — and being told he was wrong.
The Navy had been his dream; not just because the potential of being stationed in cooler climates. The two years he had spent in Germany had been the greatest years of his life, but now he was back in San Diego. In the middle of the summer. And he hated everything.
He could feel sweat sliding down his back and his hair sticking to his forehead was enough to make him want to go to the base barber and get it buzzed. He remembered basic, but he was older, his cheekbones could handle the harshness of the cut now that they weren’t still clinging to the baby fat that had lingered long past his teenage years.
“I hate this,” Jake moaned into the circle of his arms, glad when Javy didn’t do something stupid like pat him on the shoulder.
“You’re such a big baby,” Javy said, chuckling with the air of a man who enjoyed the summer.
They were outside the Hard Deck, the sun still high enough in the sky Jake was sure he was going to burn if he didn’t go inside. But inside there were people, sweaty people he didn’t want to be near who would touch him and Jake had never been big on touch to begin with but the idea of his sweaty skin sliding along some strangers made him shudder in revulsion.
“You’re from Texas,” Halo said, not having the same restraint as Javy and punching him in the arm.
“And I left Texas to get away from the summers,” Jake muttered, lifting his head to glare at her. “Not all of us enjoy Satan’s asshole.”
Halo snorted and leaned back, her elbows resting on the table they had claimed under one of the few umbrellas Penny had put up in deference to the heat wave that had been lingering for the past few days with no end in sight.
“Maybe we need to start calling you baby on board,” Halo joked, smirking at him.
Jake thought of trying to reply, but instead he dropped his head back down into the circle of his arms and prayed to get deployed to Antarctica. He could hear the conversation picking up, leaving him behind but he let it slide past him, dreaming of going back to his apartment with the AC unit that actually worked and laying in front of it for the rest of the afternoon. As soon as he could get the energy to get back home once the text about his AC unit came through.
Like it had heard his thoughts, his phone buzzed and he lifted his head to stare at his screen, reading the text before dropping his head with a long sigh that turned into a groan.
“Bad news?”
“Shits fucked across the city, someone won’t be out for the AC until Tuesday at the earliest,” Jake replied, rubbing his forehead against his arm to try and calm down before he did something stupid. Like cry.
“Shit sucks,” Javy said, his foot tapping Jake’s in silent commiseration. “I’d offer, but we’re full up.”
“This is what you get for wanting to live alone,” Halo replied.
The two of them, and Omaha, were shacked up in a lovely little three bedroom house a few blocks from the Hard Deck and normally Jake would have no issue sharing a bed with any of them, but they had all managed to find people to date now that they were all permanently stationed in San Diego, and had been dating long enough they all moved in so now there were six people, all happily living on top of each other in a way that made Jake’s skin crawl just thinking about it. He got enough to close quarters on a carrier; he wasn’t about to do it on land as well. And Jake sure as shit wasn’t about to spend the evening on their couch.
It was leather.
Fuck that.
“I’ll sleep in the ocean,” Jake said, the idea more and more appealing.
“Baby,” Halo teased.
Jake flipped her off without lifting his head only to yelp when something cool was pressed against the back of his neck before it turned into a groan at the relief it brought. “Just dump it all over me, Oms.”
“I’m not wasting my beer on your Flashdance fantasies.”
That wasn’t Omaha, and normally Jake would be sitting up, trying to appear a lot more put together around Rooster purely to spite him for always looking good. It didn’t help that there had been something building in the past few months, something Jake wanted and it made him want to look good, but it had over a hundred and ten for the past two weeks and even the jets were grounded. Jake didn’t give a shit what he looked like.
“Not even if I ask really nice?” Jake asked, forcing himself to lift his head, only for his mind to short out as he stared at Rooster.
Jake was a gay man, and he had worn some questionable outfits over the years after Don’t Ask had been repealed, but even by those standards Rooster’s shorts were short especially for wearing out in public. All of Jake’s outfits had been for clubs, or in one memorable occasion, a house party that had him getting railed on the couch downstairs like he was some college coed in a shitty slasher movie. But here Rooster was, wearing running shorts that might as well have been Daisy dukes which was fine. It was twenty degrees over hellfire so he could wear whatever he liked. But he was also wearing a blue Van Halen shirt that had been cropped to just below his rib cage, the entirety of his stomach on display and as Jake watched, a trickle of sweat rolled down Rooster’s stomach and Jake watched it catch in his happy trail.
A foot against his got his attention to the fact he had been staring for too long. He swallowed and looked up, frowning at Rooster who was in the middle of taking a drink, lips wrapped around the neck of a bottle, condensation beading along the side.
“Since when do you have a thigh tattoo?”
Jake spoke before he got distracted again by how hot Rooster looked, especially since the last thing he needed was another round of teasing about his crush on Rooster from his well-meaning, but asshole, friends. They all thought it was pointless, despite Jake pointing out it was clearly on both sides. To be fair to them, Jake had never been able to keep his mouth shut and riling up Bradley was his favorite pastime. He loved the way his cheeks got red, the way his brown eyes seemed to go darker, and it made Jake’s pulse race when Bradley got in his face. His friends thought he was an idiot. Jake just figured they’d never seen the upsides to a good old fashioned hate fucking, and Jake usually got his way.
“Since I was in college,” Bradley replied, looking down at the tattoo of a butterfly on one leg. “Small attempt at a rebellious phase. Also got my ears pierced and my nipple.”
That was an image that was gonna stay with Jake for a long, long time and he swallowed, forcing the few brain cells that weren’t in the middle of denaturing due to the heat to work and keep his mouth shut.
“You too good for a tramp stamp like the rest of us then?” Jake asked instead of leaning forward and pulling up Bradley’s shirt.
Bradley tilted his head to the side and looked down, reaching out to tug Jake’s shirt back and peer down the back of his shirt before his eyebrows raised. “The fuck is that?”
Jake lifted his chin. “A caterpillar,” he said, fully ready to defend his twenty-one year old self and his choices. “A butterfly is a little gauche and I wasn’t fully formed yet. I’m gonna add the wings eventually.”
“Looks like a dick.”
Javy and Halo broke into laughter and all Jake could do it sigh and shake his head. Rooster wasn’t wrong, it had been a cheap tattoo he had gotten while drunk at a shitty tattoo parlor and the older he got, the worse it looked. But Jake wasn’t going to let Bradley know that.
“Whatever, man. You wear any less clothing you might as well get some bills thrown at you,” Jake said, trying to make his voice sound as biting as it always was, but the exhaustion was clear.
He hadn’t slept well the night before, or the night before that, or anytime in the past two weeks. The shitty AC in his apartment was normally enough to keep the heat at bay, but the heat dome had shown him that perhaps it was time for that upgrade that his friends had been bothering him about. He could easily afford it. He just hated moving. And hated wasting money.
“Big words coming from a man whose shirt could double as a G-string,” Rooster said, lowering the beer and reaching out with his free hand to flick at the back of Jake’s tank.
Which, fair. It was old and worn and he had cut the sleeves and a good portion of the shirt off years ago, leaving the collar held to the bottom of the shirt by a thin thread that had only gotten thinner the more he wore it. Halo kept threatening to cut it anytime he wore it out, saying he wouldn’t even notice if he did. Jake hated to agree with people out of principal, but she was probably right.
“Bite me,” Jake replied, but it lacked its usual bite as he settled for dropping his head back on the table, thankful for the shade right then but wishing the wind would pick up.
“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bradley asked, sliding into the seat next to Jake, the heat from his body making Jake slide to the side to get away. “I don’t have cooties, man.”
“Beg to differ,” Jake replied, just because he could.
“Jake doesn’t handle the heat well,” Javy explained.
“Understatement of the century,” Halo said, the two of them cackling.
“Fuck both of you,” Jake replied, wishing he could walk into the ocean but even that wasn’t a reprieve right now. Not unless he wanted to go out deep, and that was becoming more and more appealing.
“You are such a little bitch,” Omaha said from behind Jake. “And because I’m nice, here.”
Here turned out to be a pitcher of water dumped over Jake’s head and back and he let out a noise that was easily a couple octaves above what a dog could hear, only for it to turn into a groan of relief as the cool water and ice slid over his back and chased away the heat.
“Oh, I love you, Oms. Blowjob. You want one, my mouth is yours whenever you want,” Jake said, sitting up and rubbing both hands over his face before tugging off his cap and sliding a hand through his hair, slicking it back away from his face.
“I’d rather die celibate,” Omaha said, gagging as he sat down, before jerking his chin up in greeting. “Rooster, what brings you here?”
“Dropping off Amelia, Penny had some meeting and she couldn’t get away to pick her up,” Bradley explained. “Got a free beer out of it.”
“Cheap,” Jake said, settling the hat back onto his head as he looked at Bradley, figuring he might as well enjoy the reprieve while he had it, even as he could feel his clothing begin to dry.
“Being nice doesn’t cost anything.”
“Just some pride.”
“Something you could use a little less off,” Bradley said, mouth turning down into that familiar frown.
“He’s got you there,” Javy said before Jake could make another snapping comment just to get Bradley closer.
“Fuck both of you,” Jake said, lifting up his hands so he could flip Bradley and Javy off at the same time.
“God you are such a cranky bitch when you’re overheated,” Javy said, fondly and also more than a little irritated.
Jake would feel bad in a day or two, but right then all he did was roll his eyes and settle down, drinking the beer Omaha had gotten them.
“Why don’t you go home?” Bradley asked, clearing expecting Jake was being dramatic for no reason.
“His AC’s shit the bed,” Halo said. “Cheap ass motherfucker decided to go roach coach for a living situation and now he’s paying the price for it.”
“Paying rent is wasting money,” Jake said, not for the first time. He had dreams of owning his own house one of these days, and a decent house at that, and any cent he could spare he put into that housing fund, and it was getting closer and closer to becoming a reality especially since the move to San Diego was permanent for the moment. “And no, I’m not gonna live on base near a bunch of new pilots who follow me around asking me questions like the worlds worst pre-k class.”
“Yikes,” Bradley said, taking another long swallow of his beer. “And he can’t stay with you guys?”
“No room,” Javy, Halo and Omaha echoed each other, before Javy continued. “Literally no room. We’ve got six in a three bedroom.”
“Why?” Bradley demanded, sounding as aghast as Jake felt.
“See!” Jake said, pointing a finger at Bradley even as he propped his chin up on his fist. “Fucking hippie co-ed bullshit.”
“We like it, fuck off,” Javy said, flipping Jake off. “You’re on time out, Hangman.”
The times Javy called him Hangman were few and far between and usually when Jake had finally managed to piss Javy off enough to have him use the name. Jake grimaced, holding up both hands as a sign of peace before he zipped his fingers over his lips, knowing he needed to shut the fuck up before Javy stopped talking to him until he got over his irritation.
“Come crash at mine.”
Silence might be the better part of valor, but shock was apparently stronger as he turned to look at Bradley. “Huh?”
Bradley paused in the middle of finishing his beer. “Look. I’ve got the room, my AC is working and the house is old enough its actually properly insulated so it stays cold. It’s fucking hot and I’m not that much of an asshole to let you melt in your apartment.”
“He’ll take it,” Javy said before Jake could even finish his suddenly expansive day-dream about being clean for more than an hour for the first time in a week. “He’s got a go-bag in my car. He doesn’t need to go back to his.”
“Why do you have a go-bag?” Bradley asked, frowning.
“I was gonna go to a hotel,” Jake admitted, shrugging at the looks he got. He didn’t like wasting money, but he wasn’t an idiot.
“Oh yeah, not wasting money at all, right?” Omaha asked, smirking at him.
“Well now thanks to my new best friend Brad here I don’t need to waste any money at all,” Jake said, reaching out and clapping Bradley on the shoulder.
“Oh, don’t call me Brad, that was weird,” Bradley said, grimacing as he shrugged off Jake’s hand. “But seriously. I’ll shoot you the address and when you’re done here you can come over.”
“I drove him, so he can go as soon as you’re ready to go,” Javy said, talking for Jake with a speed that told Jake he really had started to cross the line with his bitching. Jake would need to make it up to him sooner rather than later and made a mental note to order the pie from the bakery Javy liked to be delivered…when it was cooler and wouldn’t go gross.
“Okay, well I’m heading out now,” Bradley said, moving to stand as he finished his beer. “Not really inclined to stay outside.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Jake said, standing on legs that felt weaker because of the heat. He waved at the other three who flipped him off in unison before he followed Bradley, making a quick pit stop at Javy’s car to grab his bag before he was sliding into the bronco, keeping his mouth shut because the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the promise of AC, even if Bradley did keep looking at him from the corner of his eye askance, as if expecting Jake to say something.
“Not gonna bite the hand that feeds right now,” Jake murmured, grimacing a little as his sweat soaked back stuck to the leather seats, but he figured Bradley was no better off, not with the way those shorts rode up even more when he sat, turning them from short into indecent and all Jake wanted to do was slide them up a little bit more.
His Mama had always said the promised land was gonna be rolling green fields with the sunset turning them gold, but the instant Jake followed Bradley out of the steamy San Diego heat and into his house and felt the rush of climate controlled air wash over him, goosebumps ripping across his skin, he wanted to drop to his knees and start praying because this was the promised land. He stepped far enough into the house to let Rooster close the door before he stopped, letting his head drop back with a groan as he enjoyed the moment for what it was.
“Once you’re done having a religious experience in my front hallway, the living room has a fan running as well,” Bradshaw said as he slipped past Jake, the hallway small enough he felt the brush of Bradshaw’s arm against his own, skin tacky with sweat.
“Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you ain’t the best,” Jake said, fighting the urge to sway from the relief from the heat.
“It’s usually you doing that soooo,” Bradshaw pointed out.
Jake huffed. “Fair.”
Bradshaw’s chuckles faded along with his footsteps as he walked deeper into the house, but Jake stayed where he was, feeling his body temperature start to come down and he almost felt cold, but it was such a novelty that he welcomed it. He shivered, and then he grinned, opening his eyes as he let the bag drop to the floor, figuring Bradshaw would tell him where he should put it in a little bit. He stepped into the living room, glancing around.
It was small, barely big enough for the L couch that Bradshaw was sprawled on, and definitely too small for the TV that was mounted on a wall, showing some baseball game Jake didn’t give a shit about, not when he noticed the fan spinning lazily, the head turning so it blew cold air and Jake closed his eyes, letting out a soft noise of happiness as he stumbled over and collapsed onto the part of the couch that Bradshaw wasn’t taking off, letting out another groan when the fan turned toward him, sending waves of cold air over him, his back beginning to feel like skin again and not a wet rag.
“I love you,” Jake muttered, turning his head toward the fan so the next time it swung past him he got a blast of cool air to the face.
“Me, the fan or the house?” Bradshaw’s dry voice was closer than Jake had expected and he turned his head, opening his eyes to see Bradshaw had sprawled more, head near Jake’s and long legs spread out, half hooked over the armrest. His shorts had ridden up even fucking more, the paler skin almost blinding compared to the rest of the tan, the tattoo on his thigh even more obvious.
“Right now, whatever keeps me here,” Jake replied, forcing his eyes away from that pale skin and toward where they were both tucked into the corner of the couch.
Bradshaw hummed and folded an arm behind his head, his shirt riding up even more so Jake could see the edge of his nipple, darker against his skin, but still not high enough to see if it was still pierced. He really wanted to wrap his mouth around that little nub and see what Bradley did. He swallowed and closed his eyes, letting the blast of cool air wash over him, the droning of the sports commentators enough to help settle him down.
“How long till your AC is fixed?” Bradley asked, deep voice as soothing as the commentators.
“Dunno. Landlord is basically a soap opera villain and he’s dragging his feet because he doesn’t want to spend the money. But as a rule, he leaves me alone and I don’t bother him so most of the time we’re copacetic.”
“Well, you’re welcome to stay here until it’s done. I’ve got a spare room, not much—”
“Bradshaw, it’s got AC. It’s a fucking palace right now,” Jake interrupted, forcing himself up onto his elbows so he could meet Bradshaw’s gaze. “Seriously, man. I owe you one.”
Bradshaw waved a hand. “Just fucking call me Bradley and it’s chill. We’re friends now, yeah?”
Friends was not something Jake ever expected with Bradshaw, but there was not denying it was true. Jake might have a crush, but friendship was something different. But, somehow, over the past few months, they had become friends, unlikely as it was. It was still delicate and new, but they were there.
And, sometimes, when he was about to fall asleep, Jake wondered if there was something more forming. But he kept those thoughts in the dark, not willing to rock the boat. It was a passing fancy, the same as Jake always did because he wasn’t gonna let himself get tied down, not when he had so much more he wanted to do with his life, with his career.
But, Bradley had said something and so Jake sighed. “Yeah, yeah I suppose we are,” he said, but just admitting it felt like it was almost too much and Jake shifted, pillowing his head onto his arms, eyes closing so he couldn’t see the spray of freckles on Bradley’s cheekbones.
“S’nice place,” Jake said, shivering at the next rush of cold air over his skin. He felt sticky and gross, and in desperate need of a shower but he was comfortable enough he didn’t want to move.
“Thanks, inherited it,” Bradley said, not saying anything else and Jake didn’t push.
The silence was only broken by the whir of the fan as it moved and the occasional engine as a car drove past, peaceful in a way Jake didn’t often get to experience living where he lived. He liked his apartment, he did, because it was his and he didn’t have to share the space with anyone, but he also saw the downsides, and he knew he should move, but he was so close to his savings goal he couldn’t make himself.
“Why didn’t you live with the others?” Bradley asked as if he was aware of what Jake was thinking.
“I’m the youngest of seven, I did my sharing time,” Jake explained.
“Seven?” Bradley demanded.
“Mmhmm. Only brother was the oldest as well, Kevin’s sixteen years older than me so we’ve never been close,” Jake explained. “So, I grew up sharing a bathroom with five girls. The idea of sharing a bathroom with that many people ever again outside of the carrier makes me want to throw something.”
There was a moment of silence before Bradley started laughing and Jake sighed, well used to the response by now. For some reason people constantly found it amusing that he had that many sisters, though no one was even surprised when they found out he was the youngest of the group.
“I couldn’t imagine,” Bradley mused when he had finally settled. “Fuck. The first time I shared a bathroom in college was an eye awakening experience of how much I fucking hate other people in my space.”
“Only fucking child for sure,” Jake muttered.
“Got me there,” Bradley replied. “The instant I’m anywhere I find my own place no matter what. This fucking detachment is a goddamn dream because I get to be in my own house.”
“Mm, that’s the goal,” Jake replied. “So, question.”
“Answer?” Bradley sounded wary.
“Are you actually a good roommate or are you the issue. Because I don’t like sharing, but I can share if need be.”
Bradley was silent long enough that Jake didn’t bother hiding the grin stretching across his face. “Anyone told you your sins?”
The huff was loud and made Jake chuckle. Bradley sighed. “I sing in the shower.”
“Expected.”
“Water on the floor according to my ex-girlfriend.”
“Eh.”
“I don’t always hang up my towels which pissed off my ex-boyfriend.”
“Well, he was right because fucking mold, Bradshaw.”
“I know that now.”
Jake opened his eyes as the couch shifted to see Bradley sitting up, arms moving overhead with a stretch as he sighed, shaking his head as he met Jake’s eyes. “I learned eventually. I just prefer being in a house by myself, or if there is someone else, it’s someone I don’t mind being in my space.”
There was something there that Jake couldn’t make sense of, coupled with the way Bradley was looking at him made him wonder if he wasn’t the only one thinking there might be more, but he didn’t want to stick his foot in his mouth ten minutes in to the promise of air conditioning. “Well, don’t worry. I’ll find all your sins,” he said, closing his eyes again.
The huff of amusement sounded closer, but Jake didn’t care as he stayed where he was, letting himself relax more into the couch cushion. The cushion moved, and Jake felt himself dip to one side before another weight landed next to his other hip. His eyes shot open and he turned his head, frowning up at Bradley who leaned forward, shoulders blocking out the light from the windows.
“Can I help you?” he asked, unable to keep the confusion out of his voice.
“So, question,” Bradley said, planting hands on either side of Jake’s shoulders and leaning down, before, to Jake’s immense surprise, licked over his shoulder blade in a move that made Jake’s brain go blank and his mouth go dry.
He blinked a few times at Bradley who smirked at him from under a fan of lashes. Lips pressed against his shoulder blade before Bradley shifted up, moving to nose along the side of Jake’s neck and that finally made his brain come back online, even if he did need to swallow a few times to get more moisture in his mouth.
“What?” he croaked.
“I’m wondering if you’re picking up what I’ve been putting down,” Bradley murmured, lips brushing over the side of Jake’s neck and making him shiver.
“Depends on what you’re putting down,” Jake rasped, shuddering as he felt his cock begin to grow harder, Bradley’s added weight pressing him harder against the couch. He ground his hips forward with a soft moan, only to push back, feeling the shape of Bradley’s cock against his ass.
“I think you know exactly what I’m putting down,” Bradley said, nosing over Jake’s shoulder blade. “Was kind of having fun with it, the lil dance we had been doing, at least until I saw your back.”
“My back?” Jake asked, his breathless chuckle turning into a drawn-out moan as teeth scraped along his spine.
“Yes, your back. Jesus,” Bradley said, licking back up.
“Mmm,” Jake said, shivering, feeling more like himself now that his body temperature had moved toward something resembling inhabitable.
He pushed up onto his elbows and looked over his shoulder at Bradley, taking in the dark eyes and the small smirk, and to his surprise, a small amount of nervousness Jake only clocked when Bradley glanced away and back again in a split second, normally never one to be unable to meet Jake’s glance.
“Nipple still pierced?” Jake asked, not bothering to hide the hope.
Bradley huffed. “No, wasn’t willing to risk anyone getting weird about it so I took it out after college.”
Jake sighed. “Shame.”
Another huff as Bradley leaned down and nosed over the back of his neck. Jake let his head drop forward, shivering as he felt Bradley’s tongue rasp across his skin and hands settle on his sides, hands wrapping around his ribs and holding, no pressure, just a reminder that Bradley was there.
“What do you want from this?” Bradley asked, thumbs stroking over Jake’s sides.
“World peace,” Jake replied, sotto.
“Oh, well, is that all?” Bradley asked, dry as the desert.
“A cold shower into a cold room,” Jake said, feeling the fingers tighten.
“I can give you that.”
“Dinner.”
“Got some cold cuts and bread with our names on it.”
“Sex wouldn’t be amiss.”
“Is that all?”
Jake turned his head again, catching the edge of Bradley’s smile. “A kiss,” he said, lifting his chin as best as he could, watching the smile bloom.
“Oh, easily.”
One of Bradley’s hands lifted cupping Jake’s jaw as he leaned in closer. Jake was twisted, feeling the stretch in his back and neck and he wouldn’t move for the world as Bradley brushed a kiss over the corner of his mouth. “We doing this, Jake?”
“Kiss me properly and find out,” Jake replied.
Bradley grinned and leaned down, pressing his mouth hard against Jake’s who groaned almost immediately. Jake had been on the verge of cooling down, but the first press of Bradley’s tongue against his lips had his body flushing, heat raging its way back through as he pushed back on his elbows, twisting to get Bradley to kiss him deeper, ignoring the stretch in his back that bordered on painful or how he could barely breathe.
He could feel the heat from Bradley’s body, the parts where they touched, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other and any other time the position would make his back hurt but the heat from the day had settled into his muscles, leaving him feeling boneless. A sensation that grew the longer he and Bradley kissed. Jake broke the kiss with a groan, panting harshly, shuddering when Bradley pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Wanna take this string of floss masquerading as a tank top off?” Bradley murmured, lips brushing Jake’s skin with each word.
“Big talk for the man who shops in the children’s section,” Jake replied, but he pushed back onto his heels, feeling Bradley shift but he didn’t pull far back, hands settling onto his hips as Jake pulled off the tank and dropped it to the side.
“Yap, yap yap,” Bradley murmured, a hand sliding up Jake’s back and he shivered at the catch of callused skin against his spine.
“You like the yap,” Jake replied.
“Fuck knows why,” Bradley teased before he nipped at Jake’s shoulder again, whatever Jake was going to say in response leaking out of his ears.
“Uh-huh,” he replied, purely to not have the last word, no matter how little it made sense.
The breathless chuckle and subsequent puff of air send goosebumps rippling over Jake’s body and he shivered, leaning forward to brace one hand on the couch, reaching back and grabbing for Bradley’s thigh with the other.
“Shift forward, please,” Bradley said, polite as he pleased before Jake could get a grip of Bradley’s leg and tug him in tight.
Jake chuckled. “Gonna fall off?” he asked, even as he knee walked forward, dropping his hand onto the couch and reaching back with the other, wriggling his fingers, needing Bradley closer.
“Yep.”
Another chuckle but this one faded off into a moan as Bradley’s hands found his hips again, the moan getting louder when Bradley draped himself across Jake’s back, his shirt gone so all Jake could feel was skin on skin, the bulge of Bradley’s cock against his ass when he finished sliding closer. Dropping his other arm, he braced them both, feeling hands sliding over his stomach and up to cup at his chest and squeeze, thumbs rubbing over his nipples before they slid back down, skimming over his hips to tug his shorts up so Bradley could palm the muscle over his thigh.
It was a lot of touching, on Bradley’s side, and that just wouldn’t do.
“Lemme,” Jake said, rolling his back to buck Bradley off enough he could twist quickly, laying on his back and staring up at Bradley, the flushed skin and sweat rolling down the side of his face, catching in the mustache that was twitching as Bradley fought and failed to hide a smile.
“Much better, was trying not to look at that shit ass tattoo,” Bradley teased.
“Bite me,” Jake replied, pressing a hand against his chest and sliding it down over his stomach before he shoved a hand into his shorts and wrapped a hand around his cock, moaning at the first touch, his back arching.
“Jesus,” Bradley whispered, fingers curling around the edge of Jake’s shorts and tugging down until they were bunched around his thighs before Bradley stilled, staring where Jake was jerking off, squeezing the head on each pass, groaning at the delicious pressure.
“Just Jake,” he quipped, getting an unamused look in response. “Your turn, darlin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bradley muttered, shoving his shorts down until they caught around his thighs, clearly unwilling to move to take them off all the way, but Jake didn’t care.
Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around Bradley’s cock and squeezed, both of them groaning at the motion as Bradley fell forward, hands landing on either side of Jake’s head. He started to stroke Bradley’s cock, sliding his hand up and down in slow motions, watching the flush spread down Bradley’s neck and onto his chest that started to heave as Bradley’s breathing sped up. He grinned, giving his cock a squeeze before he let go and crooked a finger at Bradley who fell down immediately, mouth finding Jake’s, tongue sliding into his mouth.
Jake groaned, wrapping one hand around Bradley’s neck, the other dropping to wrap around both of them and squeezed, beginning to jerk them off, moaning into the kiss as it turned graceless and wet, breath mingling. His breath started to hitch as Bradley kept kissing him, his hips beginning to move, fucking into Jake’s grip, the slide of skin on skin, the feeling of Bradley on top of him, surrounding him making his pulse race.
Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Jake dropped his head back, feeling lips press against the side of his neck, open mouthed panting as Bradley’s hips sped up and all Jake could do was squeeze tighter, moaning at the slide of their cocks. He slid a hand into Bradley’s hair, tugging him back up into another kiss, figuring air was secondary to whatever he was feeling right now.
It was graceless, two grow men rutting on a couch, half-dressed and Jake could barely think, all his focus on the pleasure and heat spreading through his body until his orgasm hit him suddenly and he cried out, breaking the kiss to press his head against the couch, letting go of Bradley in favor of stroking himself hard, pushing himself as he always did until he couldn’t take anymore and he collapsed back down, hand dropping limply to the side as he gasped for air.
Bradley cried out suddenly and Jake’s eyes opened, head lifting to look down and watch as Bradley came, the head of his cock visible through his fist, and he grinned, pushing himself to his elbows with limp muscles, licking his lips as he watched the splash of Bradley’s come mix with his own on his stomach. “Yeah, darlin’, just like that,” Jake murmured, voice rough and scratchy.
“Fuck,” Bradley moaned, body shuddering as his hand slowed down, fist twisting over the head of his cock. He let go before Jake was done watching, but he bit back the disappointment in favor of letting his gaze rove over Bradley’s chest and stomach as he sat back on Jake’s legs, long lean muscle and barely a hint of a tanline. He reached out and traced a finger over the soft line, the deep tan fading only slightly when it dropped below his hip. Bradley smirked, panting but looking so fucking pleased with himself that all Jake could do was crook a finger. Bradley grinned and dropped down, mouth finding Jake’s again as they kissed lazily.
By the time Bradley rolled to the side, the pair of them a tangle of legs and arms to fit on the ottoman, Jake’s mouth was nothing more than a tingly mass of sensations. He licked over his bottom lip, chasing the taste of salt as he let his breathing slow down, too in shape for it to take long. He licked his lips again and turned his head, finding Bradley already watching him, a looking Jake couldn’t parse on his face.
“What?” Jake asked, shifting so he could see Bradley better.
“Just thinking about how much of a pain in the ass dating you is gonna be,” Bradley replied.
Jake laughed, elbowing Bradley in the side hard enough he heard a soft wheeze. “Ass,” he replied, not bothered because Bradley wasn’t wrong. Jake was particular, he was opinionated and he expect things to be done right. Not that any of that should be a surprise to Bradley. He pushed his hips up so he could tug his shorts up before he pushed himself until he was sitting.
“You like it,” Jake continued when it looked like Bradley wasn’t going to reply, glancing over his shoulder to see Bradley now watching him fondly.
“Yeah,” Bradley sighed, rolling his eyes, reaching out to trace a finger over Jake’s lower back, over the stupid fucking caterpillar that was getting worse with age but Jake held enough fondness for the stupidity of his youth that he hadn’t gotten it covered up yet. “I really do.”
“I’d pretend to be nice, but they say lying’s bad or some shit like that,” Jake said, pressing his hands against his knees before he stood, shaking out his legs, feeling relaxed in ways he couldn’t even define, especially since he was cooling down. “Shower?”
“Down the hall to the right,” Bradley replied, before Jake felt a hand wrap around his thighs, halting him from moving.
He looked over his shoulder to see Bradley staring up at him. “Wanna join?” Jake asked.
“Oh, I’m gonna,” Bradley replied, shooting a grin up at Jake. “Don’t worry.”
“It’ll be cold,” Jake warned. The idea of a hot shower was the least interesting thing to him right then. “Maybe lukewarm.”
Bradley shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me,” he replied before he leaned forward, and before Jake could figure out what was happening, bit down on Jake’s ass.
Jake let out a yelp, jerking forward, stopped from falling over by Bradley’s other arm coming up to wrap around him, keeping him steady as he found his feet. Which he did easily enough, but Bradley’s teeth were still biting down.
“Wha—,” Jake got out, before Bradley shook his head, a dull ache that sent pleasure tingling up and down Jake’s spine and he let out a low groan. He twisted as best as he could, curling a hand through Bradley’s hair to tug him away and he went, leaving a throbbing ache in his ass cheek as Bradley looked up at him, smirking proudly.
“Why?” Jake demanded, not sure what else he could say.
“Because this ass?” Bradley paused to slap Jake’s other ass cheek. “Deserved a bite.”
“Fuckin’ hell,” Jake laughed, stepping away and this time Bradley let him go. He took a few steps before he pushed down his shorts and twisted, spotting the red imprint of teeth and shook his head. “Cannibal,” he said to Bradley who was leaning back on his hands, shorts still around his thighs and looking proud of himself.
Shaking his head, Jake tugged up his shorts and headed to where Bradley had said the shower was, the lure of cold water making him more excited than he was willing to admit. Footsteps and then arms wrapped around him, a mouth pressing against the side of his neck, teeth nipping at the thin skin as Jake kept walking, a little awkwardly now that Bradley was wrapped around him.
“Baby, don’t you know I’m hungry for you?” Bradley punctuated the statement with another nip at his shoulder.
Jake laughed at the absurdity of it, slapping Bradley on the side of his leg, hearing and feeling skin meet skin and he smirked. “After the shower.”
“Or we could not shower since I’ll just mess you up again in the bed,” Bradley replied, rubbing a hand over the come still spotting Jake’s stomach.
Jake shrugged as he twisted out of Bradley’s grip to finally make it to the shower, large enough for the pair of them, mostly. It’d be a tight fit, but Jake didn’t mind. “Not my water bill,” he replied to Bradley’s obvious amusement.
“Mi casa es tu casa.” Bradley waved a hand.
Jake grinned wide at him as he shucked off his shorts and stepped into the shower, turning it on full blast and cold, shivering as the water hit his skin and the relief made him groan as he stepped under the spray fully, tilting his head back and relaxing.
“Fuck this is cold.” Bradley’s voice was muffled by the spray, but Jake felt arms wrap around him anyway. “Can we turn it up, just a little bit?”
Jake leaned back against Bradley, letting him take his weight, feeling the arms tighten around him and hold him close. “Not yet. This is fucking perfect.”