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You never quite know how big the ocean is until you're in the middle of it on a ship. The ship may be big enough to carry over 100 F-18s and nearly 400 men and women, but compared to the vast ocean, it's a mere spec. But when you are on the ship, it's huge. Locating a certain person takes a long time. Jake has been wandering around the ship for nearly an hour doing just that. This person isn't in medical where he should be, he's not in his shared bunk with Bob or in the canteen with Phoenix. Everyone Jake has run into doesn't know where he is or hasn't seen him since he landed.
Jake stands on the ship deck, hands on his hips, teeth clenching a toothpick almost hard enough to snap it in half.
The guy almost dies twice and couldn't be bothered to stay in medical? He thinks to himself.
Just as he's about to turn to walk to the control room and have the guy paged overhead as if he's a lost toddler in a grocery store, he sees him.
Bradley is off to the starboard side of the ship. Jake is embarrassed at the relief that rushes through him at the sight of him.
He quickly starts making his way over to him. Bradley has his arms over the railing as he leans on them, looking out over the water. He is still in his flight suit, but the top part is zipped down and tied around his waist, and his standard-issued black t-shirt clings to his sweaty skin.
A breeze picks up and Jake smells it. He smells Bradley's Omega scent. Jake has always loved that smell; the smell of the ocean, freshly cut grass, and something sweet.
Most Alphas and Omegas choose to take suppressants, but even with the strongest military-grade suppressants, you can always still smell their scent, even if it is just a little.
The closer Jake gets, the stronger the smell is. It's intoxicating and mouth-watering.
It drives Jake mad.
He mimics Bradley's stance, leaning heavily against the railing.
"Shouldn't you be in medical?" Jake eyes the cut on Bradley's neck. If it had been just a little deeper then Bradley would be...
"Got cleared. Just have some cuts and bruises." Bradley keeps his focus on the crashing waves of the ocean.
He sounds tired and it's no wonder after everything that's happened, after everything that's built up over the past couple of weeks.
"And Maverick let you out of his sight?"
Since landing on the ship in an old F/A-18E, Maverick stuck to Bradley's side like glue, always within reaching distance, always in sight. He doesn't know what relationship the two have. It's obviously strained if the last two weeks were anything to go by. Jake guesses it has to do with Bradley's father. It had confused him at first and he felt protective over Bradley whenever the older man was close to him.
Bradley grins, looking down at the water crashing against the ship below. "Yeah, well, Iceman called him and has been yelling at him for over an hour."
"The Iceman? As in Admiral Iceman Kazansky?"
Bradley shakes his head as a fond smile finds its way to his lips. "Yeah, those two...I'll tell you about them sometime."
He finally looks at Jake and Jake can see the sweat glistening on his skin, his cheeks flushed.
"You feeling alright, Bradshaw?"
"M'fine," he mumbles. "It's just..." He sighs heavily, "I'm going into stress heat. That's why they let me leave medical, to go ride it out in the privacy of my bunk."
Jake swallows thickly. No wonder Bradley's scent was so strong.
A stress heat sometimes happens when an Omega has gone under extreme duress. It can last a couple of hours up to a day or so, especially if the Omega has an Alpha to spend it with.
"Do you," he asks slowly "need anything?" Jake is fully prepared to stand guard outside of Bradley's door to make sure no unwanted Alphas come by. He can make sure Bradley has plenty of food and water.
"I'm fine," Bradley tells him quietly.
"Do you have someone to take care of you?" Jake asks.
"Are you offering, Seresin?"
"Are you asking, Bradshaw?"
Jake slams Bradley into the door of Bradley's room, kissing him open-mouthed, hot, and wet. His hands scramble to get Bradley out of his clothes, his lips hardly leaving Bradley's for more than a couple of seconds to shed his shirt.
He wonders if his jet got shot down when he went to save Bradley and Maverick, that he had died and this is Heaven.
Bradley's scent is stronger now, filling the room and making Jake feel drunk. He buries his face into Bradley's neck, where his scent is strongest, into the sacred spot Omegas protect with everything they have. The mating gland. He inhales deeply, letting out a growl when he exhales. He presses a kiss to it, then sucks the skin. He gives it a small bite, not hard enough to break the skin, but just enough to have Bradley moaning his name.
Bradley whimpers, burying his fingers in Jake's hair and tugging slightly, his other hand clenching a fistful of Jake's shirt between his shoulder blades.
"Alpha, please!" The heat has officially taken over.
Jake lets out another growl, preening at the fact that Bradley called him Alpha. He licks a stripe up Bradley's neck before pulling back and leading Bradley to the bottom bunk. He lays him down and takes a moment to drink in the sight before him.
Bradley's sun-kissed skin, now flushed red and sweaty, his dog tags on his chest. His lips, parted as he pants, his hazel eyes now black with lust. His cock hard against his stomach. He's the most beautiful person Jake has ever seen.
Bradley opens his legs and Jake gets a view of his glistening hole.
"Alpha, I need your knot, please," Bradley almost cries.
Jake is quick to finish undressing before he slides between Bradley's slick-coated thighs. "Anything you want, darlin'." He presses their bodies together, their cocks sliding against each other, making both men moan.
"Do you have anything, baby?"
Bradley looks at him and it seems to take him a moment to register what Jake asked him. He shakes his head. Jake briefly wonders if he could make a quick run down to medical to grab some condoms. But the thought of leaving Bradley in such a state, makes his chest feel tight.
"I'm clean," Bradley breathes out. "I swear."
"Oh Roo," Jake cups his jaw with his hand, "I have no doubt about that. I am too. Just don't think we want any little Bradshaws running around."
The thought of Bradley pregnant with his baby sends a jolt of pleasure down his spine. It's been one of his fantasies since he met Bradley nearly a decade ago. Bradley as his mate and husband, Bradley pregnant with his baby, a little boy or girl that looks just like him running around, Bradley loving him.
He's brought out of his daydream by Bradley speaking. "I'm on birth control. Have an implant. Please, Jake, need you now!"
Not only does he get to fuck Bradley and see him through this heat, but he gets to do so raw.
Jake really is beginning to think he died up in his jet.
He wastes no time in lowering his fingers between Bradley's legs, coating them in Bradley's slick before dipping one inside his waiting hole. Bradley immediately throws his head back with a throaty moan. Bradley is so tight and hot, Jake has no idea how he's going to not come as soon as he enters him.
"Already so wet for me, Roo," he says huskily.
Bradley writhes underneath him, begging.
"More, Alpha, more, please!"
Jake slowly adds another finger. He would never forgive himself if he hurt Bradley. He crooks his finger and hits that spot inside Bradley that makes him scream.
"Yes! Yes, Alpha, please, I'm ready! I'm ready!" He's practically sobbing.
"One more finger, sweetheart," Jake tells him, and Bradley whimpers.
"I don't wanna hurt you."
Jake adds another finger and Bradley starts rocking his hips back against them and the sight almost makes Jake lose his fucking mind.
Bradley is panting heavily, little whimpers falling from his lips. Then he growls in frustration because it isn't enough. He feels empty.
And he says as much.
"M'so empty, Alpha. Need you. Need your knot."
Jake carefully slides his fingers out and Bradley whines at the loss.
"Easy, darlin', easy. I gotcha. Gonna give you exactly what you need."
He uses Bradley's slick to coat his cock. It makes Jake's cock twitch. Bradley is practically gushing slick. There's so much. If he could take his time, he would open Bradley up with his tongue, take him apart slowly, taste him. For now, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks them. He moans at the taste of Bradley. He's never tasted anything like it. God, he could just-
He's brought out of his thoughts by Bradley whining.
"Sorry, baby. I'm here. Had to taste you. You taste so good." He guides his cock to Bradley's hole. He eases inside slowly, carefully.
"God, Roo," he grunts as he's fully sheathed inside the other man. As he waits for Bradley to adjust, he takes deep breaths. Bradley is so tight, so hot, so wet Jake almost comes right then like some horny, inexperienced teenage Alpha.
Bradley's legs wrap around him, his heels digging into his ass, bringing him closer. "Move! I need-"
"I know what you need."
Jake pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Bradley screams, his hands coming up, over Jake's shoulders. His fingers bury themselves in the soft hair at the base of Jake's neck, while the other hand claws at Jake's back.
"Jake-ah! Jake, yes, like that!"
Jake begins a steady rhythm, slowly increasing his speed with each thrust. He angles his hips, making sure to hit Bradley's prostate with every thrust. With each thrust, Bradley whimpers and whines and moans and Jake thinks he's going to lose control at any moment. He loves the sounds Bradley is making.
"You feel so good, Alpha. Knew you would. Yes, please, harder! Deeper, Alpha, yes! Like that! Don't stop!" Bradley rambles on, the heat having taken over his mind and body. It all sends a shiver down Jake's back.
He lowers his hand between them, taking Bradley's cock in his hand. He gives it just a few tugs and Bradley's body goes taut as he comes, screaming Jake's name as he does. His hole clenched tightly around Jake's cock.
He gives one final thrust before laying on Bradley, his cock nested deep inside the Omega, and then his knot starts to swell. It doesn't take long before he's coming. He comes so hard, his vision whites out.
When he comes to, he's locked inside Bradley and there's a sticky mess of come and sweat between them.
Jake braces himself up on his elbows, careful not to pull his knot and hurt Bradley. His dog tags rest on Bradley's chest. He cups Bradley's cheek in his hand, his thumb rubbing the skin underneath his eye softly.
"Hey," he whispers, "you with me, Roo?"
"Yeah," Bradley croaks out, almost deliriously.
"It's going to be a few minutes before my knot goes down."
"That's fine with me," Bradley wriggles his hips a little, Jake's knot catching on his rim and they both hiss in pleasure.
Jake should have thought their position through more. He should have taken Bradley from behind and then they would be spending the next ten minutes spooning right now instead of Jake planking over Bradley. But he had wanted to see Bradley, see the expressions he made, look into his eyes. And Jake doesn't care what position he's in, just as long as Bradley is comfortable. That's all that matters.
They're disgusting, covered in come and slick and sweat. Jake wonders how he will get Bradley down to the showers when he's still out of his mind in heat.
Heat.
It dawns on Jake his knot is seated deep inside the man he's been in love with for almost a decade. The same man who Jake thought he had lost twice today.
Those had been the worst two hours of his life. He thought Bradley was gone. He thought he would never see him again. Never hear him laugh or hear him sing. See him smile. Smell his scent.
Lowering his head, he rests his face into Bradley's neck again. He inhales deeply.
God, he almost lost Bradley.
Jake feels fingers in his hair, but he doesn't pick his head up. He stays right where he is breathing in his favorite scent, Bradley raking his fingers through his hair.
"My Alpha," Bradley slurs happily, making Jake grin against his neck.
Jake pretends this is real.
That Bradley is his and he is Bradley's.
As they shower in the locker room an hour later, Jake can't help but look at Bradley under the shower head next to his.
Bradley has his head held back, as water sprays over his face.
He has bruises from ejecting from his jet on his torso and thighs. He has cuts in random places on his ribs and back and arms and legs, his throat. He makes note of every single cut and bruise on Bradley's body. He wishes he could have kissed every one of them.
There is one bruise in particular that stands out above all the rest. It's on his neck, on his mating gland. Jake had put it there. He doesn't even pretend to be mad at the Alpha pride that swells in his chest.
It had been a chore to get them both down here. Bradley's stress heat was slowly ebbing away and Jake felt severely protective of him. Any Alpha who dared glance their way, had Jake growling. He knows their scents smell strong, as Alpha and Omegas scents tend to blend together when they share a heat or rut or even just spend a long period of time together.
"Hey," Jake is brought from his thoughts at Bradley's voice.
"Thanks," he says once Jake is looking at him. "For everything. You saved me and Mav today. And then you helped me with my stress heat. If there's any way I can return the favor, let me know."
It hurts.
It hurts just as bad as if Bradley slapped him on the back and said, 'thanks, buddy!'
He swallows thickly and forces his trademark Hangman grins.
"Already begging to get back in the sack with me, Roo?"
Bradley rolls his eyes and throws a soapy rag at him. Jake catches it and begins using it to scrub his chest. It smells of Bradley.
When he first met Bradley nearly a decade ago and Bradley had smiled at him, Jake knew he was in trouble.
And now that he knows what it feels like to kiss Bradley, to be inside him, and hold him, he knows he's doomed.