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The first time is a blur of hands and lips. Bradley doesn’t remember much, just Jake’s face tight with anger. His blue green eyes glowing with rage and Bradley did the only thing he could think of, cover Jake’s mouth with his own.
His hand cups the side of Jake’s neck and he pulls Jake closer by his belt loops. Jake tastes of stale beer and something so intrinsically Jake , Bradley loses himself in the feeling.
Next thing Bradley knows, Jake’s on his back in Bradley’s bed with Bradley on top of him. Jake’s tan skin is covered in sweat and a pretty flush moving down from his cheeks all the way to his pecs.
Bradley sinks his teeth into the muscle and moans out harsh and loud at how Jake’s body shudders at the feeling.
Afterward it went back to the way it was before although a little different.
Jake picks his clothes off the floor and Bradley stretches out in his bed. His arm behind his head as he lazily watches Jake pull on his boxers. Bradley knows Jake’s still recovering. His breath is short and he can see how Jake’s legs wobble under the strain of holding up his weight. But he doesn’t say anything. Jake isn’t looking at him and that’s not Bradley’s business. Jake glances around and Bradley almost feels bad for him.
“Your shirt is over by the chair.” He says helpfully and Jake freezes.
His eyes dart over to Bradley and Bradley wants to peel the jeans off Jake again and open him wide and stick his tongue into Jake.
But he doesn’t. He doesn’t hide the want from his face as Jake’s body rolls to pull on his shirt hiding the last bit of golden skin from Bradley’s gaze.
He doesn’t say anything as Jake leaves. Jake’s gone before Bradley’s heart slows down but it’s all fine.
It didn’t have to mean anything.
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Oh but it did mean something or it meant enough that Bradley can’t stop thinking about Jake’s body. He can’t stop hearing the soft moans in his head as he watches Jake eat. He can’t stop seeing Jake on Bradley’s cock falling apart with every loud laugh Jake lets out. His mouth open, head thrown back, it always brings Bradley back to that night.
Natasha notices first, then Javy and Bradley knows Jake will be next.
Jake does notice but nothing comes of it. Bradley knows Jake knows because the blue green eyes meet his during debriefs. Jake’s cheek will turn red and his eyes dart down Bradley’s face. But it doesn’t mean anything. Jake checks out everyone.
In the hangar or in the locker room as Bradley changes clothes, he catches Jake looking as much as Bradley looks at him.
Maybe not as much but it’s close.
Bradley can’t help his eyes dragging down the thin waist and slim hips. He can’t stop himself from staring at Jake’s broad chest or how his deep voice lowers when he’s drunk or happy.
It doesn’t mean anything when Jake meets his stare and slides a pen into his mouth or lets a toothpick roll around his lips. It doesn’t mean anything when Jake leans over Javy’s desk and cocks his hip giving Bradley a perfect view of his ass.
Bradley’s fingers burn with the memory of what Jake’s feels like under his skin. Bradley tightens his jaw and pulls his eyes away but not before Javy knowingly smirks at him.
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They’re all in some ass backwards small town looking over miles of trees and grass. Jake’s face is flush with happiness and alcohol and Bradley for the life of him can’t take his eyes off him.
Bradley’s hard. He’s been hard for the last forty-five minutes watching Jake shimmy across the dance floor. Jake’s button up shirt is open enough that Bradley can read Jake’s dog tags.
Jake hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care to notice. His eyes glowing with happiness as he spins Tasha on the floor. Bradley rests his foot against the edge of his seat and he nurses a now warm beer.
It does nothing but make his blood a little hotter.
Bradley doesn’t notice he’s not alone anymore. He doesn’t notice Javy placing a fresh beer next to him on the table, nor does Bradley notice Javy’s smirk as he stares at Bradley staring at Jake.
“Jake’s not going to come over.” Javy says with a chuckle. Bradley glances over at him and Javy shrugs. He leans his body onto the high top table and looks out over the dance floor at Jake now doing a lewd version of the worm. “Jake is very particular.”
Bradley makes a low noise and has to spread his legs a little wider so his jeans aren’t as tight. Jake’s hips are rolling nice and slow against some girl. His hands dig into her waist. Bradley’s blush moves a little bit lower to his neck.
“He doesn’t make the move.” Javy says steadily and Bradley turns to look at him.
“What?”
Javy smiles wide and leans in just enough so Bradley is focused on him and not on Jake on the dance floor.
“Jake doesn’t make the first move on principle. You want him? You chase him. That’s the rule. He doesn’t ever make the first move and he’s ok with losing if that means someone else moves first. Principle or something like that.”
Javy taps the side of Bradley’s new beer with his beer bottle and walks away. Bradley looks over at the dance floor and Jake is sandwiched between two men with one more in the wings waiting his turn.
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Jake’s waist is thin and his hips are slimmer. He moves with the confidence that oozes raw energy. It’s addicting. It’s intoxicating knowing what it tastes like and it’s infuriating that Bradley can’t shake Jake off his mind.
As soon as Jake walks off the dance floor, Bradley’s eyes never leave the back of his head. He’s heading toward the jukebox and Bradley downs his beer and walks through the crowd cutting off one of Jake's admirers.
Jake smells of sweat, beer and someone else’s cologne. Bradley presses his face into the crook of Jake’s neck and takes a deep breath. The opening lines of Slow Ride echo through the worn speakers.
“You’re lucky I know you.” Jake says quietly. Bradley doesn’t need to see his face to know there’s an arrogant smile plastered into his face.
“Just know me?” Bradley asks. He shifts his hips to where his cock nudges against the seam of Jake’s pants and grinds his erection against Jake.
Jake’s breath catches and Bradley wraps an arm around Jake’s waist.
“Work with you.” Jake amends and Bradley presses a kiss to Jake’s neck.
“You work with a lot of people.” Bradley murmurs out. Jake’s hand wraps around Bradley’s arm. His fingers burn through the white long sleeve undershirt Bradley is wearing. “You should be more specific.”
Jake makes a soft noise and slowly rocks back against Bradley’s body rubbing his ass against Bradley’s cock to the beat of the song.
“Someone I work with and have a friendship with.” Jake says. His body is warm and plaint in Bradley’s arms and Bradley can’t help himself.
He runs his lips up the side of Jake’s neck before worrying a small mark behind Jake’s ear.
“Wanna fuck you.” Bradley murmurs out and Jake’s hand tightens against his arm.
“This your move, Bradshaw?” Jake asks in a low taunting voice. “Are you finally jumping off the perch?”
Bradley wants to fall to his knees. He wants to lay his mouth over every inch of Jake’s body and worship him.
But Bradley doesn’t.
His arm around Jake tightens and he somehow pulls him closer. The rest of the bar is forgotten and Bradley knows he’s not being subtle.
“I want to lay you out and fucking worship your body, sweetheart.” Bradley grits out in a low voice. Jake’s body rocks back and Bradley’s fingers slip beneath his shirt. “Come on, baby. Let me take you home.”
Jake’s breath catches in his throat and he slowly pulls himself from Bradley’s grasp. A low rumble of displeasure moves through Bradley and Jake quickly turns. His blue green eyes are wild. The flush on his face moves down his neck and Bradley wants to make it go lower.
“One condition.” Jake says slowly and Bradley practically prowls forward hunting Jake. Jake backs up as Bradley slowly herds him towards the door.
“Name it, baby.” Bradley’s voice isn’t even recognizable with how low it’s dropped and Jake’s eyes dilate. The flush slowly moves below the collar of his shirt and Bradley’s eyes follow it.
“We go by my rules.” Jake says back. His voice lost the authoritative bite and Bradley smirks.
“Which are?”
Jake swallows thickly and his gaze drags down Bradley’s body.
“You have to beg to fuck me.”
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Turns out, Bradley is good at begging. Bradley is good at everything once he sets his mind to it. It isn’t that Bradley has never begged in his life, but with Jake it’s different.
Jake with his sharp tongue and eyes that glow when he’s happy. Jake, for lack of better terms, isn’t necessarily a brat but he knows what he wants.
Bradley falls to his knees as soon as Jake wrestles open the door to Jake’s base housing. His hands peel Jake out of his shirt and his mouth maps out the mountains and valleys of Jake’s body. Bradley’s lips leave bruising kisses that his tongue soothes. His fingers caress and worship the tan skin that flutters and shivers under his touch.
Bradley falls ease to his knees. Easier than flying a jet. Jake can’t stop staring at him. Eyes wide and mouth open. Beautiful noises spilling from his lips like Jake is singing a song just for Bradley’s ears.
Bradley doesn’t think about it. He just sinks down over Jake’s cock. He hollows his cheeks and never lets Jake look away.
If Jake wants Bradley to beg, Bradley will do one better- Bradley will worship on his knees. His body is doing his speaking for him.
Jake falls easily into bed after that. All the fight almost leaving him. His blue eyes are wide with want and awe and Bradley smirks as he slides his fingers into Jake’s body. Jake squeezes around Bradley and shifts on the bed. His legs opening a little wider and Bradley takes that as his cue to press a kiss over Jake’s abs.
“Please.” Bradley whispers and Jake lets out a whimper. Bradley slides his fingers back in and curls them up hitting Jake’s prostate. Jake’s legs shake and Bradley makes sure to press harder against Jake’s prostate. “Please baby, let me fuckyou right. Tell me what makes you come apart”
Jake’s head throws back and Bradley crawls his mouth up Jake’s body. His teeth scrape along Jake’s ribs before pressing a kiss above one of Jake’s nipples. Fingers in his hair tug hard and Bradley doesn’t move.
“Tell me how you want me.” Bradley whispers as he licks over Jake’s nipple before blowing across them. Jake writhes, his body clenching hard around the three fingers Bradley has stretching him. “Tell me what you want.”
Jake’s words are just moans and Bradley trails kissing higher until he can feel Jake’s pulse under his lips. Bradley nips lightly at the skin until he knows there’ll be a mark.
“Fuck-Bradley.” Jake gasps out and Bradley hums in response. “Just fuck me. Please just fuck me.”
Bradley goes higher until he can press a kiss to Jake’s lips.
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
Jake is everything under Bradley, a deadly combination of hard and soft. His blue green eyes are glassy with want, his mouth is open with quiet gasps. Bradley can’t stop himself as he brushes his lips over Jake’s body. The tan skin shivers at the feeling of Bradley’s mustache dragging over the sensitive skin.
Jake’s hand is tied into Bradley’s dog tag using it to direct Bradley’s pace. Soft gentle tugs initially let Bradley move slowly. Harder jerks, silently telling Bradley to pick up the pace. Jake grips Bradley’s back digging his hand in trying to hold on as Bradley fucks him.
Bradley keeps his hands on Jake’s hips tilting his hips up so Bradley can roll his hips down and hit Jake’s prostate every thrust. He can’t take his eyes off Jake.
Jake flutters his eyes open and his leg wraps around Bradley’s body forcing him closer to Jake. Jake pulls down on the dog tags until Bradley’s face is a centimeter away from Jake’s.
“You’re so good.” Jake gasps out and the blush moves down Bradley’s chest. Bradley moans out, his hips stuttering and losing rhythm. “So good. Just like last time.”
Bradley buries his face into Jake’s neck. The need to come moves through Bradley’s body. His cock pulses deep in Jake as he tries to keep a steady pace.
“Harder.” Jake gasps out and Bradley thrusts in harder.
He’s rewarded by Jake’s nails digging into his skin.
“Right there.” Jake slurs out. His voice is rough with pleasure. “Right there, Bradley. Fuck you feel so good. Your big cock filling up.”
Bradley’s hands tighten on Jake’s hips. His eyes squeeze shut and he knows he loses his rhythm. His hips erratically thrust deep into Jake.
Jake groans out and his lips press against Bradley’s ear.
“I need you to stop moving.”
Bradley thrusts in and pauses. His breath is coming out in sharp pants. Jake’s fingers move through Bradley’s hair.
“Is something wrong?” Bradley asks. He pulls back enough to look at Jake’s face and Jake smiles.
“No.” Jake says simply. His blue green eyes glow in the low light like stars and Bradley can’t breath. “I just didn’t want this to end.”
Bradley’s body is on fire. His need to come is overshadowed by Jake softly moving his hand down Bradley’s face.
“You could come from just being inside me, couldn’t you?” Jake asks quietly. Bradley nods once. Jake’s face softens, emotions flashing through his eyes. It’s vulnerable and something Bradley’s never seen before in Jake’s face. “But you won’t because?”
Bradley’s hand loosens its grip on Jake’s body. A red handprint is on Jake’s hip and a possessive fire shoots through Bradley at the sight. His hands move up Jake’s body and he traces the small pieces of Jake that no one sees.
The freckles on his skin. The scars that liter Jake’s body. The soft skin that morphs into lean muscle. Bradley’s eyes worship Jake before he finally meets Jake’s gaze.
“Because I want to fuck you like you need.” Bradley says in a rough voice. He presses a kiss to Jake’s neck. “I want to fuck you like no one has before.”
His mouth runs higher. Jake’s body tightens around Bradley’s cock and Bradley nips at the skin.
“So tell me how to do that, baby.” Bradley whispers against Jake’s body. The hand on his dog tags tighten and Bradley leans up to catch Jake’s eyes. Bradley smirks.
It drives Jake wild, the cocky little smirk Bradley throws him on a good day. Bradley wants to know what it would be like with Bradley inside him.
Jake’s eyes widen and a gasp falls from his lips as Bradley slowly thrusts short and deep into Jake. Jake’s eyes flutter and roll back. Bradley’s hand drags up Jake’s chest until he’s gently cupping Jake’s throat. His pulse is pounding under Bradley’s fingers. He moves his hand higher until he cups Jake’s jaw.
The hand on his dog tags pull hard and Bradley thrusts in as hard as he can. Jake quivers on the bed. Bradley leans down until their lips barely meet and Jake’s eyes open.
“Fuck me like you’ve missed me.” Jake gasps out low and filthy. “And then fuck me like you love me.”
Bradley smirks. Their kiss is messy and wet and his hand on Jake’s hip tightens before he pulls back and slams into Jake swallowing the moan that follows.
It’s rough after that. Jake’s leg wrapping around Bradley’s body, his hand holding onto the dog tags around Braldey’s neck. The dog tags keep Bradley’s face close to Jake and the heel in Bradley’s back directs the pace.
Bradley fucks him hard and fast losing himself in the wet heat that surrounds him. His mouth opens and moans at the filthy praises and directions that fall from Jake’s lips. Jake’s body arching up under the weight of his need and collapses as he paints their bodies with his cum.
Bradley fucks Jake soft and slow after. Jake’s legs spread wide letting Bradley move at an achingly leisurely pace. The hand on his dog tag disappears and Jake’s hands roam all over Bradley’s body. They tie into his hair or scratch down his back as Bradley licks into Jake’s mouth.
Like Bradley loved him.
The words echo in Bradley’s head as he leaves kisses over Jake’s sweaty skin. He hears them as he tugs on Jake’s hair tilting his head back sucking marks to the tan skin. Jake gasps out prettily and Bradley smirks against the tan skin covered in bruises.
“Like this, baby?” Bradley gasps out. He can’t go for much longer. His body is tight with the need for release. Jake is hard again, his cock is pressed against their stomachs.
“So perfect.” Jake moans out. His eyes open enough that Bradley can see a blissed out look in Jake’s blue green eyes. “So good for me, Bradley. Fucking me better then anyone else.”
Bradley gasps out and almost loses himself. Jake’s hand sneaks between their bodies and he jerks himself in time.
“You going to come for me, Bradley?” Jake asks. Somehow it’s a gentle taunt. Jake’s words are full of a challenge and Bradley nods. “Going to let that big cock of yours come inside me?”
Bradley grunts out. His brain short wires and he feels his balls drawing tighter.
“I know you are.” Jake whispers into Bradley’s ear. Soft pants come from Jake’s mouth as he jerks himself quickly. “You’re going to come inside me right now.”
Bradley fucks in hard and Jake squeezes him tightly as he comes a second time.
“Come for me, Bradley.” Jake murmurs in a broken voice. “I want you to come for me.”
Bradley’s mind whites out as he comes deep inside Jake. His cock throbs with how good it feels. Jake clenches as hard as he can to milk Bradley through the last of his orgasm.
Bradley quickly pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to Jake.
“You always like that?” Jake murmurs and Bradley makes a low noise and turns his head to look over. Jake is just staring at him. He looks like the sun. Golden hair against white pillows and tan skin on white sheets. He looks untouchable.
“Like what?” Bradley asks in a rough voice and Jake just looks at him. A smile covers Jake’s face and he goes up on his elbow so he’s leaning over Bradley.
“You let people tell you what to do in bed often?” Jake asks and Bradley flushes.
“Nah.” Bradley says after a beat with a smile. “Just know you wouldn’t fuck me if I didn’t.”
Jake smirks. His eyes dance with a challenger and Bradley leans up enough to press a kiss to his lips. “Clean up or another round?”
Jake smiles wide.
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Jake is particular.
Jake sleeps on the left side of the bed. His clothes are folded and then rolled like any good military brat would be taught. His toothbrush is blue and his toothpaste is green. He drinks only coffee in the mornings and sleeps in for as long as he can get away with.
Bradley knows it is temporary. He knows it doesn’t mean anything. It didn’t have to mean what Bradley thinks it could potentially turn into.
They’re friends now. Jake is almost a permanent fixture in Bradley’s temporary house. His hoodie is slung over his chair, his smell is on Bradley's couch. Even a generic blue toothbrush sits in the holder next to Bradley’s, but it doesn’t mean they are together. It doesn’t mean Jake wants it to mean anything.
They fuck and they fly and they sometimes laugh. They occasionally watch movies on Bradley’s used lumpy couch, with Jake tucked into Bradley’s side with his head resting over Bradley’s heart.
Jake goes shopping for food for them and Bradley doesn’t think about it because when it comes down to it, they only talk because they have sex. Really great sex.
So that became their new normal. Bradley and Jake together became such a common occurrence that anyone who saw them knew that where one went the other followed. Jake always enters any room first. His laugh or voice forcing everyone’s eyes onto him. Bradley usually comes in right behind Jake, his arm wrapped around Jake’s waist or slid into Jake’s back pocket.
No one asked them what they were or how serious it was. The only one who has a general clue was Javy and he just smiles at Natasha as she leans in close.
“I have no idea.” He says as he watches Jake sink into Bradley’s arms. Natasha makes a quiet noise from beside him and she reaches for his beer.
“Yes, you do.” She quips out. Javy raises a brow and glances over at her. Natasha narrows her eyes as Jake twists in Bradley’s arms as he throws a dart hitting the bullseye with frustratingly perfect precision. “You just aren’t going to tell anyone because Jake probably made you swear not to tell.”
Javy smiles wirely. “It’s better you don’t know what’s going on.”
Natasha glances over and Javy sends her a tight smile.
“ Oh. ”
Javy nods and focuses back on the pair. “This is probably going to end very badly.”
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It did end one summer day. Bradley got the call that told him he was heading out to Europe for a few months before being sent to Hawaii. Bradley lets out a breath and packs his room up without a thought.
There wasn’t much. His gear, a few pairs of Hawaiian shirts and his toiletries. He is ready to go in under an hour. Bradley lets out a breath and puts all his things in his bronco and sits on the front porch with his keys in his hand and his shoes on. He slides his aviators into place and waits for Jake to come back from his run.
Jake looks like a golden hero. His blonde hair is almost too long for regs, his body long and lean. He pauses, his face and body covered in sweat and Bradley pushes himself up.
“Where are you going?” Jake’s eyes flick down to the keys in Bradley’s hand.
“Germany.” Bradley says in a low voice and Jake cracks a smile. Slowly, his smile fades as he watches Bradley’s face never change.
“Seriously?” Jake's voice catches and Bradley shrugs.
“Yeah, a few months and then I’ll be in Hawaii.”
Jake nods slowly. He glances over at the bronco and looks back at Bradley. “You’re packed up to go.”
Braldey shrugs because he doesn’t know what to say.
Thanks for the sex? Hope to see you again?
Jake looks at him and then goes back to the car. Something lingers on Jake’s face and Bradley doesn’t even want to read into anything. He drinks Jake in like a man dying of thirst and Jake is his oasis.
Something is heavy in Jake’s eyes and something so potent and real Bradley knows this is going to end badly for them both. Their unmovable objects stuck with impossible odds.
Jake closes the gap and their kiss tastes like goodbye. Bradley lets his fingers tie into Jake’s hair and savors these last moments. He pulls away and Jake stares up at him.
Bradley wants to say something but he can’t. There’s nothing to say to someone like Jake that burns hotter than anything Bradley’s ever seen. There’s nothing to say to someone that is sharper and quicker than any words Bradley might be able to string together because when he’s around Jake, Bradley’s mind runs slow. All he can think about is how much he wishes he could keep Jake, but Jake- Jake is better than anything Bradley can hope to have. Jake is the sun and Bradley is Icarus staring up at him from the window. Wishing to be able to reach the golden haze.
But maybe Bradley did touch the sun. Nights of them tied together where they became one, bodies moving together burning so bright that Bradley melts everytime he glances over and sees Jake in his bed.
Jake stares up at him in Bradley’s driveway. Blue eyes so fiery and bright that Bradley knows this is what Icarus felt when he finally touched the sun. Something so intense that Bradley’s heart aches in his chest.
One day, Bradley will be able to touch the sun without getting burned. One day Bradley will be worthy, but today is not the day.
So Bradley leaves without a second glance and leaves Jake standing on his driveway in his running gear.
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Bradley tries not to think about Jake while he’s in Germany. He tries to stay busy but every loud laugh or sharp quick word brings laughing blue green eyes rushing to Bradley’s mind. Everytime Bradley enters the sky he can almost hear Jake’s voice through his coms whispering in his ear.
Bradley goes out as soon as his boots hit the mainland.
The bartender has ice blue eyes and a smile that wraps around his words. He’s funny and smart and Bradley can almost pretend he’s Jake. He acts like Jake, laughs like Jake but when Bradley crowds him against the wall, he’s nothing like Jake.
He doesn’t tug at Bradley’s hair or whisper demands in Bradley’s ear. He’s soft and he’s nice and he moans out prettily when Bradley thrusts into his body. Bradley closes his eyes and thinks pretty blue green eyes that gleam with a fire that doesn’t burn out.
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The Hard Deck is everything Bradley remembers it to be. The rush is just starting and the bar is slowly filling. Bradley walks in and slides his glasses from his face and he glances around.
“Bradshaw.”
Natasha is in the corner with Payback and Fanboy. Bradley sees Javy standing near a slight dirty blonde haired man with glasses and his stomach flips in his gut.
Jake is here.
Bradley pulls his shoulders back and walks through the bar heading towards Natasha. Her brown eyes dance as he walks up and she stops the game to look at him.
“This is how I find out you’re stateside?” She asks pointedly and Bradley smirks.
“Guess so.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips and she turns back to the game. The breath is knocked out of him as she drives the pool stick into his gut. “Good to have you back.”
“Missed you too.” Bradley huffs out as he moves towards the side of the table.
An all too familiar guitar solo cuts through the air. Bradley’s heart stutters in his chest and he can feel hot eyes on him.
“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” Jake croons out.
Bradley looks up at him through his lashes. Jake looks… good. So good. His blonde hair is a little darker since their summer together. His blue green eyes spark with something that makes Bradley’s mouth ache with the need to press it against Jake’s body. To lay Jake out and press kisses against the miles of tan skin that stretches over Jake. To make up for all the time that Bradley was away growing up and chasing the high that only Jake can give him. Jake’s khaki uniform hugs Jake in all the wrong ways showing the entire bar exactly what Jake has to offer.
“Hangman, you look-” Bradley lets his eyes flick down over Jake’s body only to drag back up again. Bradley’s tongue peaks out between his lips. Jake’s eyes flash dangerously and Bradley tries to bite back a smirk. “Good.”
Jake’s face flinches. He pulls the pool stick out of the smaller man’s hands and shoulders him out of the way. Jake is dripping with confidence. His chin is high and chest is out and Bradley feels himself running a little hotter.
“I am good, Rooster.” Jake spits out Bradley’s callsign and Bradley waits on baited breath. “I’m very good.”
Jake bends over and Bradley’s eyes track over the gentle curve of his spine. Jake’s eyes never leave Bradley’s. Jake’s body rolls with the motion of him lining up his shot and sinking it with expert precision.
“In fact, I’m too good to be true.” Jake’s words are wrapped with the arrogance that he brings with him to every aspect of his life.
Jake’s too talented and pretty to settle for something less than perfect and Bradley feels an itch inside of him to meet the challenge Jake throws down at Bradley’s feet. It’s been too long since they’ve been together. Too long since Bradley let himself anywhere near Jake. Bradley flies carefully but perfect. He hears through the grapevine how Jake has taken to his callsign. Deadly and ruthless, like a masked executioner.
Bradley glances over and Natasha tries to hide the smile as she shakes her head. It’s like old times and Bradley can almost taste Jake on his tongue. Jake’s eyes glow. His eyes never leave Bradley’s face. There’s something that sits in the air of the small seaside bar, an electricity that moves between them, even after all this time.
“-who’s going to train us?”
Bradley catches the last part of Natasha’s words. Jake is staring, his blue green eyes are burning holes into Bradley’s skull.
“It doesn’t matter. What matters is who has what it takes to follow me.” Jake says as he stares Bradley down.
Bradley huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. Confidence drips off of Jake melting the world around him but Bradley stands strong. He won’t melt this time. Bradley won’t flinch when he touches the sun. “The only place you’ll be leading anyone is an early grave.”
Jake’s eyes flash. Annoyance and eagerness mix together along with surprise. Bradley never fought back before. Bradley has his quips and Bradley has his shallow comebacks but normally he just follows along with whatever Jake wants.
But something is different now between them, other than the time that’s passed. At some point between Bradley driving away leaving Jake in the dust and now, Bradley grew up. Bradley can’t put his finger on it but he feels it inside of him. He can handle Jake now and Jake’s burn. He can stand next to the sun now without melting into the sea below. Jake burns just as bright but Bradley is older now and can take the heat.
Jake slowly rounds the table closing the gap between them. Bradley’s breath hitches and Jake smiles wide like he can smell the blood in the water.
“You’re always waiting for just the right moment.” Jake says dangerously calm. His blue eyes flick down Bradley’s face. Jake closes the gap between them. “That never comes.” The last part is almost whispered like it’s a secret between them.
Jake’s eyes dance with excitement and something else that makes Bradley want to fall to his knees and worship Jake. The song plays through the worn speakers of the jukebox and Bradley is lost in Jake’s eyes like deja vu.
The pretty blue green eyes that haunt his dreams stare Bradley down. The beat is slow and smooth and Jake presses closer. Bradley can feel the energy between them charge the air and there is nothing in this bar except them and a song. Jake is standing right before him. Bradley lets a smirk pull at his lips. His eyes move slowly down to Jake’s mouth that’s just out of reach.
Jake’s mouth curls up into a smile. The challenge is there and maybe before all of their history Bradley would accept it. Maybe before, Bradley would lean forward and capture Jake’s lips with his own. He would pull Jake close as he mapped out Jake’s mouth with his tongue and swallow all the noises that Jake would give him.
But Bradley doesn’t. He looks back up into Jake’s eyes and faces the burning heat. Jake still is the sun and Bradley isn’t young or naive anymore. But he’s still Icarus. He still needs the sun but this time he’s going to be smarter. His wings will be steel, not wax.
Bradley leans back against the counter and disdain and judgment flash through Jake’s face. It’s gone before it can hurt Bradley. Jake presses even closer and the air around Bradley fills with sharp after shave and expensive cologne.
“I love this song.” Jake says. His words are cocky and his smile is broad covering his face.
Bradley’s face flushes as Jake walks away. His hips move to the beat. Jake knows that Bradley is watching him walk away, drinking in every small twitch of Jake’s hips. Bradley’s fingers itch with the pent up energy inside of him. Bradley needs a release and Jake isn’t in the mood to give.
The jukebox is easy to unplug and Bradley slides behind the piano with ease. The first notes play out loud and pure and Bradley looks up to find Jake through the crowd of people surrounding his piano.
The tables have turned enough for Bradley to be the center of the attention and Bradley is going to make it worth Jake’s time.
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Bradley isn’t sure he was supposed to follow Jake into the bathroom. The party in the Hard Deck is winding down and there’s not many people left on the old wooden floors. Jake moves away from the group going towards the bathroom, ditching Javy at the darts board. Bradley is sitting on an old high top bar stool nursing a warm beer.
Javy catches his eye and he arches a brow at Bradley with a knowing look. Bradley lets out a breath and lets his eyes wander towards the men’s room where Jake disappeared. When Bradley looks back, Javy is still watching him with a careful expression.
“Go.” Javy mouths at Bradley. He throws a dart hitting a bullseye and Bradley downs the rest of his beer.
The bathroom is dingy and old. Still the same boards from the 80’s and Bradley leans against the wall across from the sinks. Jake is standing at a urinal, his head down pointedly ignoring Bradley.
Bradley knew it would be like this. Jake is particular. Bradley didn’t call, Bradley didn’t write and Bradley shows up out of the blue without a care in the world. Jake finishes up and walks to the sink in front of Bradley. Bradley shifts to stand in front of the trash can. Jake’s eyes meet his through the mirror and Bradley’s head stops working.
“Bradshaw.”
Bradley smiles lazily, his lips curling up and Jake looks annoyed even though he’s trying to fight it.
“Jake.” Bradley says evenly. A small flush dusts across Jake's nose and over his cheeks and Bradley takes that as a win.
“Please move.” Jake says tartly as he reaches for the paper towels to dry his hands.
“No.”
Jake pauses and glances behind him to look at Bradley. He deliberately wipes his hands on the paper.
“No?”
Bradley crosses his arms over his chest. “I believe that is what I said, Jake.”
Jake’s eyes flash dangerously in the mirror and he turns fully to look at Bradley. Every word Bradley wants to say dies on his tongue as Jake leans against the old bathroom counter.
“You want a taste?”
The question is saccharine sweet with too much Texas drawl to be nice. Bradley nods his head. He missed Jake.
Bradley misses how pretty he is in the mornings when his hair flops over his face. He misses how Jake folds the towels and color codes their closet. He misses how Jake would wear one of Bradley’s shirts on weekends and never take it off until Monday.
Jake makes a low noise in his throat. His eyes track over Bradley as if he’s sizing him up.
“Of course you do.” Jake mutters quietly more to himself then Bradley.
The dusting of red covers Jake’s cheeks and Bradley wants it under his lips.
“Please baby. Let me have a taste.” Bradley says in a low voice. Jake’s eyes dart down to Bradley’s mouth and Bradley flicks his tongue over his lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t call.”
Jake's eyes narrow and he presses off the counter. “So you do know that you were supposed to call.”
Bradley’s mouth pulls up into a lazy smirk and Jake closes the gap. “Didn’t know you wanted me too.”
Jake’s mouth curls up into a hard smile and he stops right before their chests touch. “You missed me?” Bradley nods and Jake goes up enough on his toes to press his lips against Bradley’s ear. “Then prove it.”
Bradley grunts at Jake’s hand firmly cupping and squeezing him through his jeans. Jake pulls away and drops his hand and walks out of the bathroom without looking back.
Bradley lets his head fall against the wall behind him and close his eyes with a deep sigh.
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Training is brutal. Bradley has lost count of how many push ups he’s had to do in the first few days. A dumb bet with Mav leaves the entire squad shaking and sore. The mission is looking bleaker and Jake is still not talking to Bradley.
Bradley has opened doors and let Jake go first. He’s tried not picking fights with Jake, who’s obviously just pushing everyone’s buttons all through training. Mav has Jake rattled and Bradley has half the mind to deck Mav on the tarmac with every kicked puppy look he sends Bradley.
It’s Javy who breaks the stalemate that's formed between Bradley and Jake.
“Roses.” Javy says as Bradley gets out of the shower. He’s straddling the bench in the center of the locker room staring at the floor.
“What?” Bradley pulls open his locker. His head is a mess from training still and Mav’s taunts ring through his ears.
Javy lets out a breath and stares up at Bradley. “Jake’s favorite flowers are roses.”
Bradley lets out a breath and rolls his eyes. “Of course they are.”
“Hey.” Javy’s voice is sharp and Bradley glances over his shoulder. “You want to know how to fix it, then don’t judge.”
“I’m not-“
“Jake didn’t grow up with money and his dad bought his mom rose seeds.” Javy says as he presses off the bench. “Jake's mom has a rose garden because his dad couldn’t afford flowers every month so she grew them because it’s cheaper. He hand picks her a bouquet from her garden.”
Bradley chews his cheek and nods once and Javy tries not to smile.
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The next morning a large bouquet of red roses sit on Jake's debrief desk along with five packs of assorted flower seeds inside a flower pot filled with dirt.
Jake freezes. His fingers brush the pedals softly. For the first time that week Jake doesn’t say anything. Bradley doesn’t stare too hard. He tries to keep the smile off his face at the tears in Jake’s eyes.
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Natasha finds Bradley next. Her lips are tight and her brown eyes are dark with annoyance. Bradley glances down at his preflight checklist as he inspects his plane.
“Snacks.” She says tartly and Bradley doesnt look up. “Jake likes-“
“Chips mostly but loves homemade cookies.” Bradley finishes without hesitating. He glances down at her. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because Jake's on his last bag of cheez itz in his locker. Fix whatever it is between you two so we don’t have to keep putting up with him” She says before walking away and Bradley lets out a breath and crosses off another item on his preflight checklist.
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Jake comes into the locker room after training that day and opens his locker door. A variety pack of snack chips is haphazardly shoved into his locker.
He glances back over at Bradley who is standing by his own lockers peeling out of his clothes. Bradley keeps his head down as he pulls on his Hawaiian shirt. Bradley slings his bag over his shoulder and tries to hide how he subtly watches Jake open a bag of chips.
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The first note appears in Jake’s locker on the last day of the first week of training. It’s simple and neatly written in familiar scrawl.
You flew well. Mav’s a tool. Don’t listen to him.
Jake bites his lip trying to stop the smile that’s pulling on his face. He looks behind him towards Bradley’s locker but it’s empty. Bradley, ending with training first today, slipped away before Jake could catch his eye in the hangar.
Jake slowly tucks the paper into his bag and pulls off his shirt throwing towards the community laundry. He picks up a bag of chips from his locker and swings it shut. He walks toward the showers smiling softly to himself.
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Training continues like this. Slowly all the pilots find Bradley and give him pieces of Jake that they learned through the years. Most of the things Bradley already knew but they tell him regardless.
Bob tells Bradley that Jake’s favorite music was classic country. Halo brings up Jake’s fear of thunderstorms. Payback mentions in passing that Jake’s car is almost out of gas and Jake hates to fill his tank because he doesn’t like to spend money.
Bradley never responds. He gives them a small nod and disappears for a few hours.
It’s a common occurrence in the whole hangar. All the pilots quietly watch Jake walk in and become speechless. His eyes would widen at whatever thing is placed on his debrief desk and he immediately looks over at Bradley. Bradley would sometimes be watching but usually he’s busy looking down like this was a normal event.
Javy would smile and Natasha would glance over with questions in her eyes. Javy shrugs and watches Jake blush.
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Bradley starts to call Jake.
When he couldn’t sleep or early in the morning. It always goes to voicemail because Jake sleeps like the dead. Each one short and sweet, usually telling Jake about a dream Bradley woke up from or what Bradley plans on doing when he’s given time off. Once, Bradley mentioned leave together but deleted the message before it was sent.
After the fight in the debrief room, Bradley’s message tells Jake about his dad and Mav. He talks about his mom and how he wishes Jake could have met her because they would have loved each other. The voicemail cuts off and Bradley calls again letting it ring out. He sits on the beach watching the waves and he tells Jake about Bradley’s patchwork life.
That night Bradley leaves messages until the sun comes out over the surf and Jake finally picks up with a sleepy hello . Bradley hangs up and sits in the sand a little longer until it’s time for him to return to base.
Jake never talks about the voicemails. His blue green eyes are heavier the next day at the beach during training. He’s still all loud bravado with his smile on full display during the football game. But he’s softer, nicer. He watches Bradley from afar until they’re all packing up and leaving. Jake walks by Bradley a little too close and their hands brush together.
Bradley blushes. It covers his entire face and crawls down his neck. If he wasn’t covered in sweat and sun kissed from the day, he’s sure that the blush would go down farther.
A lazy smile crosses Jake’s face. His eyes drag over Bradley’s body and Bradley ducks his head. Jake smirks wider and walks towards the cars. Bradley’s eyes track over the gentle swing of Jake’s hips and the curve of his spine. Bradley feels the dull aching need deep within his bones.
It isn’t until Bradley is loading up the bronco that Javy finds him.
“Just please end our misery.“
“I can’t.” Bradley says quietly. He looks over at Javy and Javy lets out a breath hitting his head against the side of Bradley’s car. “He needs space and he’s right. I missed this up, let me fix it. When he’s ready to have me back fully, I’ll be here. Until then, I’ll keep showing him I care.”
Javy turns his head. His cheek smears across the side of the bronco. Javy lets out a breath.
“Oh my god, you’re in love with him.” Javy says quietly and Bradley looks down.
“I fucked it up.” Bradley replies. “I need to fix it in my own way.”
Javy smiles softly and pushes off the car with a nod. “He likes-“
“Action comedies.” Bradley finishes and Javy smiles wider. “I appreciate what everyone’s trying to do but the only thing I didn’t know was the roses.”
Javy smirks and chuckles softly. “He’s got the pots out front and has sprouts. He was delighted to know that there were options and he has an assortment of flowers.”
Bradley smiles looking down again. The blush is back. Javy knocks his shoulder and Bradley gives him a nod.
“I would appreciate it if everyone took a step back.” Bradley says quietly. “I get that it all has good intentions but I would like space to make this work.”
Javy gives Bradley a smile and claps him on the shoulder. “I missed you man. Glad you have a plan.”
Bradley pulls Javy into a hug. Javy pulls back and walks away. Bradley slides into his car and pulls open his phone. It only takes a few minutes before the green check appears and Bradley kicks the car into reverse.
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The pizza is hot in Bradley’s hands. Jake’s porch is exactly how Bradley remembers but it now has five pots all in a row.
Jake opens the door and jerks in surprise. His eyes widen and Bradley hands him the pizza.
“For old times sake.” Bradley says quietly. “It’s Thursday night.”
Jake leans against the door. His pretty eyes blink lazily up at Bradley waiting for something. Bradley just looks down at him. His heart stutters in his chest with how pretty Jake looks in moonlight.
“Movie night.” Jake says quietly.
A small bubble surrounds them and Bradley pushes the pizza forward into Jake’s hands. Jake takes it and opens the top.
“Half cheese half sausage.” Bradley says, sliding his hands into his pockets. “I remembered.”
Jake glances up and a teasing smile crosses his face. “Want a taste?”
Bradley’s mouth waters at the idea of having Jake under his mouth again as he tells Bradley every little thing he wants. Bradley’s never ached for something like this before. He smiles softly and leans forward to press a kiss to Jake’s cheek.
“Enjoy your movie, Seresin.” Bradley says instead. Jake’s eyes are wide and vulnerable like they were in Bradley’s driveway all that time ago. Bradley wants to give Jake the world.
Bradley turns and walks down Jake’s porch towards his car.
“Bradshaw.” Jake calls from behind him. Bradley turns and there’s so much written on Jake’s face. “I’m sorry about your dad.”
Bradley smiles and gives him a nod before climbing into his bronco and driving away.
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The calls and notes continue. The small little things like Willie Nelson playing over the preflight radio or the fact Jake is never low on snacks don’t change.
But other things start to change.
Bradley’s locker is now organized. Everytime he opens the door, his flight gear is pristinely folded. His spare Hawaiian shirt is hanging over his perfectly folded jeans. His pens for debrief are always lined up over his notepad.
Then the touches begin.
It starts off as little touches that Bradley hardly notices. Jake’s arm brushing Braldey’s as they walk towards the tarmac. Their hands knocking as they both reach for the preflight checklist.
Every time Bradley blushes and every time Jake smirks.
Slowly, the touches start to escalate. Jake’s hand finds the small of Bradley’s back as they stand in the hangar. Jake pressing behind Bradley in the locker room. Each time Bradley glances over at Jake who’s trying to hide his amusement while Bradley tries to stop the blush.
It escalates again after training. Bradley flew the route but was still a minute too slow. He’s annoyed at himself and he’s pissed at Mav. The taunting voice follows him into the locker room and he pulls open his locker with too much force.
“You ok there, Bradshaw?” Javy asks and Bradley grunts.
He’s fine, he is. He may not be cut out for the mission but the idea of Jake flying it without Bradley in the sky with him somehow hurts more than it should.
“Big strong man, no use words.” Jake drawls out and Bradley shoots him a glare over his shoulder.
Jake flew it in time. Inverted but couldn’t hit the target but he was close.
Jake's smile widens and Bradley ignores him in favor of pulling out his clothes and towel. Bradley tries to unzip his flight suit but the zipper catches. Bradley grunts and tries again but it’s stuck. Gentle hands slowly turn him. Jake’s fingers are soft. He drags the zipper all the way up. Blue green meets hazel and Jake stares patiently up at Bradley.
“Sometimes.” Jake says in a low voice. “Patience is needed.”
The zipper melts under Jake’s touch and it slowly starts to come down. Bradley’s breath catches and Jake’s cheeks darken at the sound.
“And sometimes, Bradley.” Jake’s fingers purposely brush down the front of Bradley’s torsos as the zipper pulls down. Bradley’s body jumps under Jake’s touch. Jake bites his lip before pressing up to get closer to Bradley’s face. “Patience is bull shit.”
Bradley’s eyes drop down to Jake’s mouth that’s just below his. The soft red skin seems just out of Bradley’s reach. Jake’s fingers slip down the front of Bradley’s flight suit and brushes against Bradley’s navel. Bradley’s face flushes more and the blush crawls down his neck.
“I’m proving it, Jake.” Bradley says in a rough voice. “Not being patient.”
Jake’s eyes darken and his hand slips away. His mouth opens-
“Guys you do realize that there are other people here that don’t want to see where this goes, right?” Payback cuts in.
Jake’s eyes darken with something that makes Bradley want to do much then he can give right now.
“We know.” Jake says without looking away. Payback groans softly. Jake closes the gap until his chest is pressed against Bradley’s. Bradley catches Jake’s wandering hand from finding its way back into his flight suit. Jake smiles, his eyes dancing with amusement as he presses onto his toes. His lips are soft against Bradley’s cheek making Bradley forget how to think.
“Thanks for the pizza.” Jake whispers before pulling back and heading back to his locker.
Bradley glances up at Javy and Javy’s mouth is open. It isn’t until later that night as Bradley lays in bed that he realizes that Jake made the first move.
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The messages and notes stop the day Bradley is picked as Dagger Two.
The weight of the mission hangs on Bradley as he accepts Mav’s second. He tries to not stare over at Jake. Bradley pulls himself straighter and holds his head higher. He needs to clear his mind to focus on the task ahead of him but the only thing Bradley can think about is the worried blue green eyes that looked back at him as soon as Bradley's name was called.
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The carrier rooms are standard bunks. The bed is long and wide enough to hold a grown man but nothing more. Blank steel walls surround the room closing Bradley in with his thoughts.
He stares up at the ceiling. His mind is numb to everything. He closes his eyes and laughing blue green eyes with a dazzling white smile is burned into his mind. A knock on his door pulls Bradley’s eyes open and he pushes himself to his feet.
Jake is standing there outside his door. His eyes are heavy with worry and a fire that won’t burn out. Jake opens his mouth but for once, no words come out.
Jake goes easily into Bradley’s arms. His mouth is as pliant as his body against Bradley. Bradley’s door shuts and locks with a click and it’s a matter of seconds before Bradley has Jake on his back on Bradley’s bed.
Sweatpants and cotton shirts hit the floor and Bradley pauses just long enough to appreciate the view underneath him.
Jake is looking up at him. The worry is fading quickly from his eyes getting replaced by something more needy. His mouth is bruised and shiny. A blush hangs on his cheeks. Bradley’s breath hitches as he leans down again and presses a kiss to Jake’s lips.
“I missed you.”
The words are spoken without hesitation or question. Bradley pulls back enough to look into Jake’s face and Bradley brushes the back of his finger across Jake’s cheek.
“I missed you.” Bradley repeats. He leans down and presses a kiss to Jake’s chin before dragging his mouth higher. Jake’s hands dig into the muscle of Braldey’s back and it presses him forward.
“I missed you, too.” Jake says softly and Bradley moans at the words.
A blush covers Bradley’s face. He can feel the heat crawling down his body. Jake pushes Bradley back and flops against the pillows.
“This was supposed to be about you.” Jake says quietly and Bradley raises a brow. “This was supposed to be about making you feel good.”
Bradley smiles and leans down to press a kiss to the underside of Jake’s jaw. “You always make me feel good, Jake.”
Jake’s chest turns red and Bradley leans down to run his tongue over the heated skin. Jake tastes divine and Braldey presses another kiss to Jake’s body.
Gentle hands press Bradley back until Jake has enough room to turn them. Bradley’s back hits the mattress and he blinks up at Jake, who is kneeling on top of him. Bradley watches him. Jake’s eyes almost glow in the low light and he presses a kiss against Bradley’s stomach.
Jake’s mouth drags lower. Bradley’s breath hitches and he squirms a little under Jake’s light touches. His hands drag down Bradley’s body leaving a scorching trail in their wake. It’s never been like this before, Jake on top.
Jake gives. He’s as skilled in bed as he is in the sky. But Bradley’s never been on his back before with Jake pressing kisses over Bradley’s heated skin. It feels like Bradley’s entire body is on fire fueled by the light touches getting closer and closer to Bradley’s cock.
Wet heat surrounds him and Bradley lets out a punched out moan. His head falls against the pillows. Jake’s lips suck tightly, his tongue rubbing up the underside of Bradley’s cock.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” It’s the only thing Bradley can think to say.
Jake’s eyes are blown wide with want. A blush covers his face as he stares up at Bradley. His lips are red and spit slicked and wrapped around Bradley perfectly.
Jake's mouth sinks lower over Bradley’s cock. Bradley shifts in the bed trying to keep from bucking up into Jake’s mouth. Dry fingers circle Bradley’s entrances and Bradley’s body flutters at the idea.
“Want inside me?” Bradley asks in a rough voice. Jake’s eyes flutter and a low moan vibrates along Bradley’s cock. “It’s whatever you want, baby. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Jake’s eyes harden and he pulls off Bradley. “Of course it means something.” Jake bites out and Bradley can’t stop the fond smile spreading over his face. “This has always meant something. You’re just dumb enough to think that it doesn’t, Brad-“
Jake tastes like Bradley’s cock and something so intrinsically Jake that Bradley loses his mind. He swipes his tongue along the seam of Jake’s lips and swallows the moan that follows. Bradley’s hand tightens on Jake’s body. Jake’s hair is soft under Braldey’s fingers and his waist is hard.
Bradley thrusts his lips up and brushes their cocks together with enough friction to send fire down his spine.
“You make me dumb, Jake.” Bradley whispers as he breaks their kiss. Jake’s eyes are still closed and his lashes fan across his cheeks. Bradley presses a kiss to the blush that paints Jake’s cheeks before pressing their foreheads together. “I have so many words until you bat your eyes at me and then I can’t think.”
Jake’s hot breath wafts over Bradley’s face and Bradley gently runs his fingers through Jake’s hair.
“You want my body, it’s yours.” Bradley says softly. He presses a kiss to Jake’s face. “You want my cock, I can do that too.”
Bradley slowly turns them and presses Jake against the small mattress. Bradley drags his lips over Jake’s cheeks and along his jaw. His teeth scrape along the ghost of Jake’s stubble before soothing it with his tongue.
“I’ll be on bended knees if that’s what you want.” Bradley whispers as he presses kisses down Jake’s throat. His teeth move over Jake’s raging pulse and worries a mark before he can second guess himself.
Bradley pulls back enough to look at Jake’s face. It’s open and wide. His blue eyes are glassy with pleasure and want and the words die on Bradley’s tongue. Bradley thinks he died on the mission and this is his heaven, having Jake in his bed again slowly being consumed by pleasure.
“Tell me what you want from me.” Bradley says quietly. He runs a finger gently over Jake’s pecs before slowly caressing down his abs. Jake’s body jumps under Bradley’s ghost of a touch.
Jake is spread out below him. His long legs wide enough for Bradley to kneel between. He has a pretty flush moving down his chest. Bradley’s hands find Jake’s hips and he presses down enough to hold Jake to the bed.
Bradley leans down. His lips follow the same path his fingers took. His mouth pressing kisses along the heated skin that’s forming a light sheen of sweat. Bradley’s teeth scrape against the golden skin as soft moans fall from Jake’s lips.
Jake looks beautiful. His golden skin is covered in a flush. His mouth hangs open as his eyes roll back in his head. Jake’s fingers clutch onto the sheat, twisting in pleasure against the pure white cotton. His other hand finds Bradley’s head and twists into the curls. Bradley grunts out at the feeling.
Arousal and need licks down into Bradley’s spine before moving throughout his body. Bradley doesn’t do anything except press his mouth against Jake’s quivering stomach.
“Tell me.” Bradley whispers and Jake’s eyes flutter open. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give.”
Jake gasps out a pretty sound and Bradley kisses down the deep V on Jake’s body until he reaches the crease in Jake’s hip. Jake’s cock is curling up against his stomach. Pearly precome is dripping out steadily out of Jake’s cock and forming a small puddle on his stomach. Bradley catches Jake’s eyes and drags his tongue through the wet mess.
Jake’s cock twitches and Bradley moves his face down enough to flick his tongue over Jake’s weeping slit.
“What do you want?” Bradley asks again. He mouths gently at Jake’s cock.
“I want you to never stop.” Jake gasps out and Bradley smiles.
His lips suck at Jake’s head before sinking a little over the hard shaft. Jake’s hand tightens in Bradley’s hair and Bradley pulls off. Jake lets out a pathetic whine and Bradley smirks.
“I'll miss the mission.” He says quietly and Jake’s eyes flash open.
“Good.” Jake hisses out. His blue green eyes are dangerous. “Then you won’t die.”
Bradley chuckles softly and starts to press soft kisses back up Jake’s body. Jake lets out a whine and his hands fall to Bradley’s shoulders trying to push him back down.
“I have to come back.” Bradley murmurs out against Jake’s body. “Who else is going to take care of you, princess?”
Bradley presses kiss to Jake’s shoulders as his hands run over every inch of Jake’s body.
“What do you want?”
Jake’s hand wraps into Bradley’s dog tags and drags him up Jake’s body. Bradley goes easy, his smile is lazy as Jake squirms under him. Bradley purposely presses his thigh down against Jake’s cock. Jake jerks Bradley up until their faces are pressed together.
“I want to fuck you.” Jake whispers against Braldey’s lips with a pant. His cock thrusts up against Bradley’s thigh. “I want you sitting in that plane tomorrow thinking of me.”
“Ok.” Bradley replies. His cock aches between his legs but this isn’t about Bradley right now.
“Ok?” Jake’s face pinches a little and Bradley presses a kiss to Jake’s lips.
“Please fuck me.” Bradley murmurs out. He grinds his cock against Jake’s body and gives himself friction. It’s messy and wet and perfect. “Please baby, give me a reason to come home.”
Jake moans out. Their lips connect and it’s all tongues and lips. It’s wet and messy and there’s no finesse and it’s everything that Bradley wants.
“And if I want you so deep inside of me that your cock aches with need for me?” Jake asks panting.
Bradley groans out low and filthy and buries his face into Jake’s neck. Jake smells like sweat and sex. Bradley presses a kiss to the skin there.
“Then I’ll give that to you.”
Jake’s fingers tie in Brsdley’s hair and pull him up. “I want both.” Jake hisses against Bradley’s lips. “I want to fuck you until I come and then I want you to fuck me until I come again.”
Braldey smiles against Jake’s lips. “Ok.”
Jake huffs out a laugh. His fingers card through Bradley’s hair. The curls moving through his fingers and Bradley’s eyes flutter at the feeling.
“I don’t have two in me tonight.” Jake says softly. Regret covers his face and Bradley smiles up lazily at him.
“More of a reason for me to come home.” Bradley whispers. His hands are back mapping out Jake’s skin. Everything Bradley has ever wanted is under him right now and he knows why Icarus never listened.
Jake swallows. His throat bobbing with the motion. Bradley leans down and presses his lips there chasing the taste of Jake. Fingers tie in his hair and Bradley grunts. His hips twitch and he thrusts into the V of Jake’s hip.
“I want to ride you.” Jake says evenly. “I want to use your body until you can’t give me anything else and then I want to come on you.”
Bradley moans out. He can’t stop how he ruts pathetically against Jake’s body chasing the fire that threatens to consume him too soon. Jake is perfect under Bradley, always have been, always will be. The realization is a punch to Bradley’s gut and he pulls back just enough to press a messy kiss to Jake’s mouth.
“I love you.” Bradley says against Jake’s lips. His fingers run down Jake’s body again worshiping every inch that he can touch.
Jake gasps out low and rough. His mouth falls open. Bradley slips his tongue inside before Jake can do anything else.
The lube is easy to find on the desk next to the bed. After that it’s a blur. Jake’s body opens up under Bradley’s touch. One finger turns into two, two to three.
Jake writhes under Bradley’s hands and Bradley can’t look away. Short golden hair is spread out over Bradley's pillows and flashbacks from a time before play in Bradley’s mind.
“I love you.” Bradley whispers again. His mouth runs over the swell of Jake’s chest. His tongue flicking over Jake’s nipples, pulling out a sweet sound.
Bradley’s body aches in all the right ways. His heart is beating so fast in his chest that it hurts. Love and lust are twisting together and Bradley’s mind is a mess.
Jake looks perfect. Wrecked and wanting, spread out below Bradley. The fight and the annoyance have left him completely. Bradley gently runs his hand down the side of Jake’s face as he pulls his fingers from Jake’s body.
“Wanna ride?” Bradley asks in a rough voice. “Or do you want me to work?”
Jake’s eyes blink open and he’s lost to the world. Bradley’s golden sun is spread out on wrecked white sheets and Bradley knows why Icarus flew so close. Icarus was in love and Bradley can’t blame him for not listening.
“Turn over.” Bradley commands in a low voice. Jake blinks up at him. Bradley presses a kiss to the center of Jake’s stomach and smirks. “Turn over baby, hands and knees.”
Jake goes without question. His back arches as he settles on his hands and knees. Bradley’s eyes drag over the tan skin and muscle that’s on display.
Bradley runs his hands down Jake’s back and settles them on his hips. Bradley holds Jake firmly, keeping him still while he moves behind Jake on his knees. Jake whimpers softly. The sound goes straight to Bradley cock and twitches.
“You’re such a good boy.” Bradley says softly. Jake shivers under Bradley’s hands. Bradley lines himself up with Jake’s entrance. “Such a beautiful, pretty boy. Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck, I want you.” Jake groans out and Bradley rewards him by sliding in.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you deeper.”
Bradley slides himself all the way to the hilt until his hips are pressing against Jake’s body. Jake’s body spasms around Bradley’s cock squeezing him tightly. Bradley grunts out, his hands tightening around Jake’s hips.
“Bradley.” Jake moans out. Bradley holds still, waiting for their bodies to adjust. “I want you to fuck me like you missed me.”
Bradley lets out a punched out noise and slowly slides out of Jake’s body. He pulls back until only the head of his cock is still in Jake and then thrusts back in just as slow.
Jake melts under Bradley’s motions. Bradley slowly rolls his hips while holding Jake still forcing him to take the slow pace.
Bradley fucks Jake like he missed him, slow and sweet and making it last. Bradley fucks Jake like his loves him, his motions just as slow but a little harder and little more possessive. Bradley fucks Jake like he’s going to war and this is the last night they might have together.
Jake’s body bows under Bradley. His arms collapsing forcing his hips higher. Bradley smirks and runs his hand up Jake’s back now covered with a sheen of sweat.
“Tell me.” Bradley whispers out like a prayer. “Tell me, love. Tell me what I can do.”
Jake whimpers. His mouth is open and he’s panting helplessly against the pillow. His face is red and he blinks his eyes open.
“Don’t let it stop.”
Arousal shoots down Braldey’s spine and his cock twitches deep inside Jake. Jake moans out and he watches Bradley under hooded eyes.
“Make me want to come.” Jake whimpers out. “Bring me to the edge but don’t let me go.”
Bradley nods. He shifts his weight and pulls out only to thrust back in hard and fast hitting Jake’s prostate. Jake’s shout is muffled by the pillow. His jaw works as he bites down hard.
Bradley lets out a low noise from deep within his chest and starts a new pace. It’s quick and hard and messy. No finesse, just Bradley practically bending over Jake and rutting into his body. Jake's face is screwed up in pleasure and Bradley knows he’s close.
Jake’s body tightens around Bradley’s cock. Bradley snakes a hand around Jake’s body and squeezes the base of Jake’s cock holding off his orgasm.
Braldey thrusts in again and circles his hips, grinding his cock against Jake’s prostate.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Bradley grits out. “Is this what you want from me?”
Jake nods pathetically against the pillow. “Again.” He whimpers out and Bradley is helpless against saying no.
Bradley releases the hold he has on Jake’s cock. He holds Jake still again and pulls out only to thrust back in. Bradley brings Jake there again to the brink of ecstasy. Jake’s body shakes this time and Bradley almost doesn’t stop moving in time to prevent Jake from tipping over.
Jake writhes. His voice broken gasps. “Pull out.”
Bradley lets out a punched out moan and slowly slides himself from Jake’s body. Bradley’s cock hurts with how much he needs to come. It’s red and leaking, pearly precome and lube make Bradley’s cock shine in the low light.
Jake pushes himself up. He pushes Bradley down on his back and slowly straddles Bradley’s wide thigh. His blue green eyes are wild. His face is a wrecked mess. His eyelashes are clumped with tears of frustration. Jake’s breaths come out as small whimpers. One of his hands lands on Bradley’s chest and the other positions Bradley’s cock at his entrance again.
“I want you to watch me.” Jake says in a low voice. It’s rough and low. The blood in Bradley’s veins runs hotter. “I want you to remember what I look like on your cock as you fly tomorrow so you know what’s waiting for you when you come home.”
The breath leaves Bradley’s lungs as Jake slowly sinks down over Bradley’s cock. After Bradley breaches Jake’s body again, Jake’s hands rest on Bradley’s chest as he lowers himself down. Blue green eyes never leave Bradley’s face. Jake’s mouth hangs open and soft whimpers leave his mouth. Bradley bottoms out again and he can’t look away even if he wanted to.
“I love you.” Bradley whispers out and Jake’s eyes flutter. “I love you so fucking much.”
Jake moans out and rises off Bradley only to sink down.
“I want you to come back to me.” Jake breaths out. His legs shake but he presses through, slowly increasing his pace. “I want you to fly the mission and I want you to come back to me.”
Bradley nods helplessly. His eyes roll back in his head. Jake squeezes his body around Bradley’s cock as he raises up, giving Bradley friction. Bradley’s hands stay on Jake’s hips and hold him tight.
“I want you to wake up and make us breakfast.” Jake gasps out. His nails dig into Bradley’s chest. “I want to wake up to you every morning and fall asleep to you every night.”
“Anything.” Bradley gasps out.
Bradley’s hand finds Jake’s cock and he tries to jerk him off to Jake’s quick pace. Bradley keeps his fist loose enough to just bring Jake to the edge without pushing him over. Jake’s body spasms. Precome drenches Bradley’s hand making his motions frictionless and smooth.
“Do you want to come?” Bradley asks and he watches Jake’s face twist in pleasure. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“You first.” Jake gasps out. “I want you to take what you need. Use me.”
Braldey’s head falls against the pillows. He digs his heels in and he grasps Jake’s hips. He pulls Jake down as he thrusts up and they both moan. Bradley loses himself in the wet heat of Jake’s body as he chases his release. It won’t take much since he’s been on the edge for awhile.
He thrusts up against Jake’s prostate and Jake’s body squeezes Bradley in a vice-like grip. Jake’s mouth hangs open in a silently scream and Bradley tips over the edge.
His body spends itself deep within Jake and Bradley fucks hinself through it. Cum and lube make Jake’s body so slick that Bradley’s cock moves with ease. His hand reaches up and Bradley jerks Jake hard and fast as Bradley’s afterglow sets in.
Jake gasps out and comes all over Bradley’s fist and body. His blue green eyes hold Braldey’s gaze as his orgasms washes through him. His body tightens impossibly tighter around Bradley's softening cock.
Jake’s nails dig into Bradley's chest. Jake collapses down. His hand shakily lands next to Bradley’s head on the bed to hold his weight off Bradley. He tastes sweet. But Bradley always thinks Jake tastes the best after he comes.
“I love you.” Bradley whispers again. Jake presses their foreheads together.
“Come back to me, flyboy.” Jake says softly. “And I’ll say it back when your boots are in front of me.”
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He can’t eject.
Bradley stares up at the sun. It burns his eyes and he can feel the heat through the old canopy as Mav flies them towards the sky. There’s no way out and there’s nothing Bradley can do.
He closes his eyes and pictures blue green eyes and a wide smile. He sees Jake in his shirts standing in Bradley’s kitchen. He sees Jake riding shotgun in his bronco with the windows down, his blonde hair blowing in the breeze.
And then Braldey sees Jake in a jet flying through the smoke.
The sun pales in comparison to Jake Seresin staring at him through a jet window with an arrogant smirk plastered onto his face. His golden hair and tan skin glowing in the rays and Bradley can feel the heat from Jake’s burning gaze.
Jake always burned this hot but now Bradley isn’t afraid to touch. He gets Icarus now and his need to feel the sun on his face even if that meant losing it all. Bradley smiles wide and spreads his own wings and jumps off his perch of his own tower and turns his face to his sun.
“You look good, Hangman.” He says into the coms and Jake smiles a blinding smile.
“I am good, Rooster.” Jake says, smirking. “In fact I’m too good to be true.”
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Medical lasts longer then Bradley expects. He has a partially subluxed shoulder, a mild concussion and a few minor lacerations.
They keep him in the med bay for twenty four hours for observation. Both him and Mav essentially locked away from the rest of the crew. When Bradley emerges he realizes that the rest of the Daggers have all left. The plane that brought them in jetted them back out.
Bradley is standing by the edge of the carrier with Mav staring out over the ocean. Mav lets out a breath, his lips tight as he grasps the rail. The water shines under the sun. Bradley glances over and Mav’s green eyes are lost at sea.
“Ice won’t be happy.” Mav says after a beat and Bradley smiles. Mav turns to face him. “Not only did I damage US government property by a faulty landing, I almost died.”
Bradley barks out a laugh. “In that order?”
Mav’s face softens and he shakes his head. “He’d be more mad that I almost lost you, then me dying then the carrier.”
Bradley smiles and turns back to the ocean. His phone is in his pocket sitting heavy.
“How’s Jake?” Mav asks and Bradley shrugs.
“I leave him messages.” Bradley says quietly. “Told him I’ll be landslide again in three days.”
Mav makes a low noise in his throat. “Our plane is coming in twenty four hours.”
Bradley smiles as he turns to head back towards his room. “That’s the surprise.” He glances over his shoulder and throws Mav a smirk and Mav shakes his head fondly.
“I wish I could surprise Ice, but he’s the one sending the plane.”
Bradley’s smile grows. “You could always fuck off for a few days and just disappear.”
Mav laughs and Bradley is struck with how much he’s missed Mav’s smile and laugh. Mav shakes his head and leans on the rail looking back over the ocean.
“Then he’d definitely kill me.”
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Braldey pulls up outside of Jake’s house. He’s got a large pizza in his hand and he quietly climbs out of the bronco.
Five flower pots sit in a row and each has small blooms coming out. Bradley walks over and kneels down low enough to pick a small flower from each pot making a small bouquet. He stands up and picks up the pizza before walking to Jake’s door. His Hawaiian shirt hangs open over his chest and Bradley knocks once.
It’s quiet.
Then small shuffling and the lock flicks and Bradley’s breath catches at Jake standing in the door. He’s in Bradley’s sweat and Bradley’s old academy shirt. Bradley's clothes drown Jake. Bradley wants to fall to his knees and worship him.
Jake's eyes widen, his mouth opens and Bradley smiles.
“It’s Thursday.” Bradey says as he extends the pizza. “Movie night.”
Jake’s hands wrap around Bradley’s dog tags and pulls him in. Jake tastes like beer and chips. Bradley swipes his tongue into Jake’s mouth chasing the taste of Jake that lingers under it all.
“What?” Jake gasps out as they break the kiss. “You weren’t supposed to be home for two more days. I was planning a party at the Hard Deck. Everyone-“
“Then still have it.” Braldey says through his smile. “That gives us two days of no interruptions.”
Jake’s cheeks flush and Bradley smiles down at him. Jake’s fingers move softly along the top of Bradley’s chest as he stares up at Bradley. His blue green eyes blink slowly at him. His fingers trace over Bradley’s heart and over the dog tags that lay on Bradley’s skin.
Bradley pulls back enough to hold out the small amount of flowers that he picked. Jake’s eyes widen as he looks down at the small bouquet.
“I know it’s not much.” Braldey starts.
“I love you.” Jake says abruptly. His eyes meet Bradley’s. “I’ve loved you for awhile now.”
Braldey’s mouth turns up and he places the pizza on the table. Jake takes the flowers and disappears into his kitchen. The sound of water running fills the air and Jake comes back out with a small vase with the flowers peeking out.
Bradley’s heart explodes in his chest and Jake places them in the center of the table. His eyes darken as he slowly turns on Bradley.
“You know what I want?” Jake asks. His voice drops and an ever familiar smirk covers his face. Bradley feels a blush starting to move over his face at the dark look in Jake’s eyes.
“What?”
Jake’s smile grows.
“I want you to love me for the rest of our lives.” He says evenly and Bradley nods.
“I can do that.”
Jake prowls forward and Bradley’s breath catches in his chest as Jake closes the gap between them. Jake’s hand comes up and he slowly drags his hand down the center of Bradley’s exposed chest. Jake keeps Bradley’s gaze and he crooks his finger enough for his nail to bite into Bradley’s skin.
His finger catches on a button and it slowly pops out of its hole. Slowly, Jake’s hand undoes the remaining buttons of Bradley’s shirt. His fingers brushing along Braldey’s body until Jake gets to the top of Bradley’s jeans.
“I want.” Jake goes onto his toes and presses his lips against Braldey’s ear. His hand sinks lower and cups Braldey through his jeans. “I want your cock inside me fucking me like I’m the only one in this world.”
Braldey grunts and feels his body come alive as Jake slowly rubs him in a slow torturous pace. Jake pulls back enough to look Bradley in the eye. The same challenge is thrown at Braldey’s feet. The same fire burns and Braldey smiles a crooked smile.
“I can do that too.”
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The next morning Bradley wakes up early and presses a kiss to Jake’s sleeping head. He throws on his old academy shirt and his old boxers from the night before.
He goes to Jake’s bathroom. He finds mouthwash as he’s washing his hands and rinses out his mouth as well. He slowly slips out of the room and wanders into the kitchen.
The coffee maker is easy to navigate. The pots and pans are a little less so. It takes him about fifteen minutes to find everything he needs for breakfast. The eggs are almost done when Bradley feels eyes on him. Bradley turns to find Jake in his Hawaiian shirt from yesterday. Bradley smiles at the soft sleepy look on Jake’s face.
Jake smiles and pads into the kitchen. His arms wrap around Braldey’s waist from behind and he murmurs I love you against Braldey’s back.
Bradley can’t stop the smile that spreads over his face and he turns to press a chaste kiss against Jake’s lips. He hugs Jake in tight as he turns off the heat to the stove. The morning sun filters in from the window and Bradley holds Jake close.
“I love you more, baby.” Bradley murmurs out looking down and Jake’s smile is pure sunlight.