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It’s getting out of control.
Bradley stares down at his regulation duffel and sighs. At this rate he’s going to have to get a storage unit next time he sublets his place. No way in hell is he leaving a box full of sex toys for his tenants to find.
He awkwardly hugs the bag with both arms, compressing its contents and gives a valiant tug with his teeth, glad no one is here to witness the indignity. The zipper protests, but it closes without splitting. It’s a minor victory, but he’ll take it.
It started as a joke, Jake handing a package to Bradley as they parted ways in North Island with a wink and a ‘use this and think of me.’ Maybe it’s still a joke, but it feels more like some kind of sacred ritual just for them - each piece of silicone a talisman ensuring there will be another. But one thing they didn’t account for is just how often they would be separated.
Or maybe they didn’t realize how often they’d be together. They’re on separate squadrons, but they’ve been stationed on the same base since the mission out of TOPGUN. It’s good; except that one dildo as a farewell gift when they weren’t sure how long they’d be apart has become dozens of dildos, butt plugs, and other toys - one for each mission or training exercise away from base.
Even that was fine. Bradley likes looking in his drawer of toys and thinking about Jake picking each one out and the way Jake’s eyes burn into his when he comes back, even if he was only gone for a couple of days, like he's trying to read in Bradley’s expression if he used it, how much he enjoyed it. But now he’s being shipped off to Hawaii for three months (the longest they’ve been apart since they started hooking up after the Mission out of TOPGUN) and there’s only room for a single bag on the transport. Suddenly, it’s a bit of a problem.
Maybe, Bradley thinks, not for the first time, they should get a place - he and Jake together. Maybe if they had somewhere that was theirs , instead of a string of short term rentals or longer term leases they sublet regularly, that are Bradley’s or Jake’s but never shared… maybe if they had a home instead of a series of off base housing solutions, he wouldn’t feel it was wasteful not to sublet. Maybe then he’d be able to keep his drawer full of toys, taking a few favorites with him on each trip and knowing the rest would be safely waiting for his return alongside the man who bought them all. But Jake has never brought it up, and Bradley has never been the one to make the first move when it comes to the unnamed thing between them.
So, here he is, about to start a three month deployment with a single duffel that holds more sex toys than clothing. Good thing he’ll have time to shop when he arrives.
There’s a knock at the door to his townhouse and then it swings open with barely a pause between the two.
Jake stands, silhouetted against the bright California afternoon. “All packed and ready to go?” he asks lightly.
Bradley gives his overstuffed duffel one last despairing look and then turns towards Jake. There’s a gift bag, black with sequins all over it, dangling from Jake’s fingers. Bradley can feel arousal pooling in his gut even as his brain tries frantically to think where in his bag he could possibly fit another toy.
“Brought you a little going away gift,” Jake says, stepping inside and letting the door swing shut behind him.
Bradley should say no, should say he barely managed to fit his uniforms in between all the toys. He should ask Jake if he’ll take some of them, just for safekeeping, so Bradley can maybe pack his favorite Hawaiian shirts - he is going to the land they’re named for after all - but he doesn’t. They’ve been fucking for years, but they only stay over if one of them’s been drinking or it’s late, and they don’t leave things behind, at least not the tangible kind of things. So Bradley keeps the state of his bag to himself and holds out a hand to accept the gift.
Jake loops the handles over Bradley’s outstretched fingers and then tugs Bradley into a kiss. It starts almost gentle, Jake’s lips pressing sweetly against his, his tongue passing soft and wet over the crease of Bradley’s mouth. But then Bradley opens to him and it transforms into the kind of deep, probing kiss that Bradley feels all the way to his toes.
The gift bag falls to the floor with a soft fwumph as Bradley’s hands seek out any part of Jake’s skin he can reach.
“When do you have to leave?” Jake asks against the skin of Bradley’s throat.
“I have time,” Bradley says. He doesn’t know if it’s strictly true. He’s supposed to be on base in two hours and he’ll probably need to change the bed (again) after Jake is through with him, but no matter how perfect the toy in the black bag is, Bradley is going to miss this , the feeling of Jake’s skin under his fingers, of Jake’s lips on his neck; the smell of him; the exact stretch of Jake’s cock thrusting into him. Slider won’t care if Bradley is a little late. The brass are used to him just barely making departure times.
He lets Jake propel him backwards, their clothing leaving a trail across the room, until Bradley is pinned in the doorway of his bedroom, stripped down to his boxers. Jake, completely naked, is pressed so close Bradley can feel every inch of his deliciously big cock trapped between their bodies. He thinks, as he always does when Jake is this close, he can even feel Jake’s racing heart beat pulsing through it.
“You going to put that thing to use?” Bradley asks, voice breathless.
“Depends,” Jake drawls, suddenly stepping back. “How comfortable do you want to be on your six hour flight?”
“I want to feel you the whole way,” Bradley says, feeling his cheeks flame hot. “Consider it my going away present.”
Jake raises an eyebrow. “You know I already got you one of those.”
“Yeah, but this one will fit in my luggage,” Bradley jokes before realizing his mistake.
There’s a little furrow that appears between Jake’s eyebrows when he’s upset or confused. It’s there now and Bradley can’t resist reaching out, cradling the side of Jake’s face with the kind of tenderness he doesn’t usually let himself show. “Bad joke,” he says softly, “I love your gifts.”
Jake smirks, though it doesn’t quite feel like he means it. “If you’re having so much trouble packing, I guess I’ll just have to keep this one, hold on to it until you get back.”
Bradley makes a noise of protest. On one hand, yes, it would help if he didn’t have to sacrifice another pair of socks for a new toy, but on the other, this is their ritual. Hawaii isn’t likely to be dangerous, but it’s three whole months. He’s not about to leave Jake behind for that long without taking every precaution he can against disaster, even if this is just superstition.
Jake’s eyes sparkle with amusement. “Fine, you can wear it on the plane.” He steps back into Bradley’s space, hands going to the waist of Bradley’s boxers and pushing them down. “Would you like that, Rooster? Want me to fuck you and then put a plug in you, keep you full of my come?”
Bradley’s cock jumps at the image and he lets out a wordless, wanton groan, hands reaching for Jake's body, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss that’s more tongue than anything.
When they break apart to breathe, Jake pushes Bradley towards the bed and saunters back to where the black bag lays on its side on Bradley’s carpet.
In any other circumstances, Bradley might tease him about opening gifts for other people, but he just wants Jake to come back to him with lube and get started opening him up. It always takes time to loosen him enough that he can take Jake’s girth and time is not on their side today.
Jake reaches into the bag and pulls out a large blue butt plug that Bradley can already imagine the feel of between his cheeks, holding him open under his service khakis on the flight to Pearl Harbor. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine. Along with the plug he can see a bottle of lube in Jake’s hand. Trust Jake to ensure he has his favorite brand and doesn’t have to settle for whatever Bradley hadn’t thrown away or packed up in storage bins under the bed that he hopes, but doesn’t really expect, his tenants to leave alone.
Jake saunters across the room, in no apparent hurry despite the huge, hard cock bobbing with each step, flushed red with arousal and beginning to leak precome.
Bradley licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from it. He can’t wait to have it inside him again, to feel so full he almost can’t breathe. It’s going to be a very long three months. He plans to get as much out of the next hour as he can.
Jake tosses the plug and the bottle of lube on the bed and then stretches out on his back. He raises his eyebrows in Bradley’s direction as if to ask what he’s still doing standing frozen near the doorway.
This too is a well worn pattern. It had taken a few tries before Bradley had been able to take Jake’s cock so they always start this way, Jake on his back so he can use both hands to stretch Bradley open and then Bradley can control the first achingly perfect slide down onto Jake’s shaft.
Bradley climbs up on the bed, straddling Jake’s abs. His cock rests between Jake’s pecs, leaving a damp smear of precome on Jake’s golden skin.
Jake opens the bottle of lube and slicks up his fingers. He reaches around Bradley with both hands, and begins the delicious process of making Bradley loose enough to take him.
Bradley braces himself against the headboard - now bolted to the wall after that one time Jake fucked him so hard they had to replace a section of drywall - and lets his body relax into the familiar feel of Jake’s fingers stroking over his hole.
The first finger slips in easily, Bradley’s body welcoming it in to the second knuckle. Bradley rocks back against the intrusion. Jake doesn’t waste time adding the second finger. Bradley feels the stretch as Jake begins to scissor gently, coaxing the muscles to spread for him.
The third finger makes Bradley squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. It is just on the edge of too much and he knows he’ll need to take so much more than this if he wants Jake’s cock buried inside him. He rocks forward, the head of his cock drawing a line of precome between Jake’s toned pecs, Jake’s chest hair providing just enough texture and friction to turn Bradley’s focus to how badly he just wants to fuck Jake’s pecs. He’s done it once, when they were still working up to Bradley being able to take all of Jake and the pressure of three of Jake’s thick fingers in his ass was too much for him to take without something to distract him.
He still gets off to the memory of pushing those delectable muscles together and rutting between them while Jake worked a third and then a fourth finger into him - finally coming all over Jake’s throat with four fingers buried in his ass. He walked a bit bowlegged for days but it was absolutely worth every strange look.
Jake uses the hand that’s not spreading Bradley’s hole to roll his balls. Bradley can feel his muscles relaxing as his mind zeros in on the feeling of Jake’s fingers tugging lightly at his balls and Jake's chest hair scraping almost like stubble against the head of his cock.
By the time Jake gets the fourth finger in, Bradley feels loose and sloppy with lube. He rocks back on Jake’s fingers, relishing the way Jake presses and taps against his prostate each time he pushes back. When he no longer feels the slight ache of being stretched so wide, he opens his eyes, looking down at Jake.
Jake’s eyes are always mesmerizing, a light green that can look so many different colors depending on the light or his mood. Today they remind him of an unpolished peridot necklace his mom used to wear - pale in the sunlight streaming in through Bradley’s bedroom window, and clouded with lust.
“I’m ready,” he says.
Jake just nods and slowly pulls his fingers out, reaching again for the lube so he can slather it over his cock. When he’s done he waggles his eyebrows as if to ask, ‘what are you waiting for?’
Bradley hides the way his heart jumps at the playful expression by leaning in for a deep kiss.
Jake tangles the hand that’s not coated in lube into Bradley’s curls, drawing out the kiss. His tongue pushes into Bradley’s mouth, like he’s claiming territory. When he finally releases Bradley they’re both breathing hard.
Bradley doesn’t break eye contact as he moves back, positioning himself over Jake and slowly begins to sink down. He loves this, the slow burn of sliding himself down on Jake’s cock, letting it split him open inch by inch until he’s so full it’s as if he’s nothing but a bundle of over sensitive nerve endings and a sheath for Jake’s thick, perfect, cock. He throws his head back, braces his weight with hands on Jake’s shins and sinks down another inch. By the time he has Jake fully in him, Jake’s balls pressed against his ass, Bradley’s whole body is covered in a light sheen of sweat and they’re both panting.
They stay like that for a long moment, Bradley’s body adjusting to the overwhelming stretch from taking Jake’s enormous cock. But, as always happens, as soon as the burn subsides, Bradley needs more.
He rocks his hips rising a few inches before dropping back down, dragging his prostate against the thick, hot length.
Jake watches him with hooded eyes, his hands resting lightly on Bradley’s thighs. He never interferes when Bradley wants to ride him, seeming content to lay there and let Bradley take the lead. Of course, that never lasts long.
One day, Bradley is going to tie Jake to the bed and ride him for hours, but they don’t have hours today and as soon as he knows he can take it he flips them over, using his strength to pull Jake over on top of him.
Jake’s first thrust is slow, his eyes staying glued to Bradley’s face as he pulls almost all the way out and then slides excruciatingly slowly back.
“I thought you were going to make me feel it,” Bradley taunts.
As it always does, the taunt lights that competitive glint in Jake’s eye and the next thrust is fast and hard.
“Yes!” Bradley shouts, one arm reaching up to brace himself against the headboard, the other clinging to Jake’s back as Jake begins to fuck him in earnest.
Jake’s cock is perfect. It’s long and thick and it drags against Bradley’s prostate on every single movement ending little sparks of pleasure through his whole body. His thrusts are deep and fast, his balls slapping audibly against Bradley’s ass, a perfect counterpoint to the soft, high pitched gasps he’s punching out of Bradley’s throat each time he drives into him.
Inevitably, that perfect feeling of being stuffed with Jake’s cock shoves Bradley over the edge. His orgasm crashes through him like a wave, dragging him to the brink of blacking out, cock untouched, covering his stomach with a thick rope of come.
Jake doesn’t even slow down, just drags two fingers through the mess now coating Bradley’s stomach and then sucks them into his mouth, humming obscenely and continuing to drive relentlessly into Bradley’s now pliant body.
“Love your cock,” Bradley moans. His hands roam restlessly over any part of Jake he can reach. He’s so overstimulated he feels like he might burn up from the inside out. He finally settles on torturing Jake’s nipples. Alternating between feather light brushes and hard twists that cause Jake to lose rhythm for a moment, hips stuttering as his back arches to try and get more.
Bradley’s own nipples aren’t particularly sensitive, but he’s pretty sure he could make Jake come just from this. Not that he’s ever been willing to try. Jake’s cock is too tempting to be ignored. He leans up, pulls one nipple into his mouth and bites down.
Jake arches against him, cock slamming as deep as he can get. Bradley feels his come filling him in hot bursts. His body tightens instinctually, like it wants to keep Jake inside as long as possible even as he can feel that beautiful cock begin to soften and slip out.
He always feels so empty after. Stretched and a bit sore, but desperate to have Jake in him again, filling him up.
Jake rubs his fingers soothingly around Bradley’s hole and then looks up, meeting Bradley’s gaze. “Are you ready for your going away present?” he asks, eyes gleaming with something Bradley can’t name.
He nods, throat suddenly thick. He’d forgotten for a moment about the gift. The plug isn’t anywhere near as thick as Jake’s cock, but his body will close around it all the same, seeking something to fill the suddenly empty space made especially for Jake.
Jake spreads lube on the plug and then slowly works it in.
It feels right, not enough that he’ll have to think about it every moment, but something to ease his body off of the high of being stretched to its limits. Something he’ll feel every time he moves. He’s going to be half hard the whole flight he thinks, not able to really regret that reality.
Once the plug is in place, Jake moves up to claim Bradley’s lips in an almost gentle kiss, his fingers sliding into Bradley’s hair, leaving slick trails of lube against his scalp.
They make out until Bradley feels like he can move again. He pulls away reluctantly. He’ll need to shower, and there will have to be new sheets for the bed. He checks the time on the alarm clock beside his bed and inwardly curses. He has to leave in half an hour if he doesn’t want to be inexcusably late.
“You clean up this,” Jake says, gesturing to where Bradley’s come has begun to dry, tacky and cold in the trail of hair leading down from his belly button to the base of his cock. “I’ll get the laundry started.”
“Thank you,” Bradley says. He tries to keep his voice neutral. They’re together, exclusive, but they’re not together . They don’t do each other’s laundry. They hang out and they fuck. It’s good. It could be better, but Bradley doesn’t think about that if he can help it. He leans up and brushes a light kiss against Jake’s lips and then slowly pushes to his feet.
If he hurries he might actually be on time for once.
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It’s late in Hawaii when Bradley gets to his short term housing. He tosses his duffel bag on the bed and unzips it with one hand while the other pulls up his phone and dials Jake.
“How’s Hawaii?” Jake’s voice is gravelly and Bradley wonders if he was sleeping. He hadn’t really expected Jake to answer at all. Had just figured a voicemail was more personal than a text message.
“It’s good so far,” Bradley says, looking down in dismay at the contents of his bag. One of the bottles of lube he packed seems to have leaked, leaving a shining slick over several of the toys and down the arm of one of his sets of service khakis. “Insuite laundry, and I got lei'd at the airport.” He buries his nose in the pink hibiscus flower resting against his collarbone - one of several that make up the lei around his neck.
There’s a longer than normal silence on the other end of the line before Jake asks a mundane question about the flight. His voice sounds strange, but Bradley is a firm believer that you can hear the distance on calls, no matter how good the technology, so he doesn’t think too much of it.
He pulls out the leaking bottle of lube and sets it gingerly on the bedside table and then turns back to his bag. “I’m going to have to get rid of some of these, or buy a storage unit like some of the guys do,” he grumbles.
“Some of…?” Jake lets the question hang.
“The toys,” Bradley replies as he pushes the bright purple dildo aside to pull out the rest of his clothes.
“There are guys with storage units for their sex toys?” Jake asks, his voice suddenly more like its usual buoyant sound. “Your squadron is either kinkier than mine or could use that talk about professional boundaries HR keeps putting on.”
Bradley huffs out a laugh. “I didn’t mean for their sex toys, Hangman. I think most people stop at ten or under of those.”
He can almost picture Jake’s shrug of acknowledgement. “Think you’re really that special, Rooster?”
Bradley looks down at his duffel. He’s removed clothes and toiletries and it still looks more than half full. “Pretty sure if anyone in the Navy has a sex toy collection like the one you’ve been curating for me they have a better solution than bringing all of them on assignment.”
“You…?” Jake coughs. “Alright, which ones are being banished to storage or the landfill?”
Bradley is half tempted to just dump the duffel in the closet and pretend for the next three months that he doesn’t have enough sex toys to start a small shop taking up half his luggage allotment. He sighs. “I don’t know.”
He picks up the purple dildo with the extremely useful suction cup on its end. Obviously, he’s keeping this one. He’s still not even sure where Jake found it. He sets it aside in what he mentally calls his keep pile and then pulls out a blue butt plug, longer and thinner than the one still clenched between his cheeks. He remembers when Jake gave him this one, it was just before Thanksgiving and Bradley was heading out on what was meant to be a six week trip but ended up being five days stuck on the carrier without a single minute in the cockpit before they were sent back to base. That was only a month after The Mission, when he and Jake were still trying to figure out the boundaries of what they were. He throws it in the keep pile as well. “How am I supposed to choose?”
“That is a pickle,” Jake says. By his tone, he’s clearly not taking this seriously. “Assuming you just have the ones I bought, plus or minus up to 10 you had before we started this, it’s going to be tricky. It’s not like they have any unique sentimental value. Could go first in first out, but some of the early ones were inspired if I do say so myself.”
Bradley’s eyes stray back to the purple dildo. It has to have been a custom order, right? It’s just so close to the real thing. Except of course he can’t just suction Jake at a perfect height on his shower wall whenever he needs to fuck himself to get his head on straight. As willing as Jake usually is, they do both work. The purple dildo has been a good friend to Bradley during the lonelier times.
“Or…” It’s Jake’s ‘I just had a really good idea’ tone.
Bradley drops a string of peridot coloured anal beads into the ‘keep’ pile and turns his focus to whatever plan Jake has come up with. “Or?”
“It makes the most sense to choose based on effectiveness.”
“Effectiveness,” Bradley repeats flatly, wanting and not wanting Jake to elaborate in equal measure. He’s starting to think this is the kind of Seresin plan that is going to end up with Bradley walking bowlegged for the next three months. He hasn’t decided yet whether he’s excited or worried at the prospect.
“Yes, effectiveness,” Jake says like he thinks it’s the word and not the ‘how’ that Bradley is stuck on. “Give them all the same test run, the ones that work the best you keep. Everything else you can… rehome.”
“They’re sex toys Jake, they all kind of do the same thing.” He picks up a pale pink vibrating butt plug and its matching remote control and places them with the other three toys in the ‘keep pile.’ That was a gift for the first time Jake was sent overseas on a no contact mission. He’d left a recording too, but unfortunately there had been a smartphone meets bathwater incident and Bradley doesn’t have that any more. Still, he remembers the first time he orgasmed with the plug trembling in his ass, Jake’s voice whispering commands in his ear, and his hand around his cock.
“You know that’s not true,” Jake says, his voice has dropped from the everyday pitch of planning Jake to the suggestive pitch from that long lost recording. “Of course, if you don’t trust yourself to rate your toys post orgasm there is another way.”
“Which would be…?” Bradley asks. His cock begins to swell at the suggestion of something interesting in Jake’s voice.
“Call it a controlled experiment.”
“Who would be controlling my experiments, Hangman? You’re 2500 miles away.”
“You’re hard right now, aren’t you?” Jake asks in that low voice that promises Bradley’s traitor of a cock that it won’t go ignored forever. “Standing in your little Navy issued apartment, still wet and stretched from this morning. Are you still wearing my gift Bradley? Is it still in there, holding you open, keeping you ready?”
“Yes,” Bradley breathes. His cock is fully hard now, pushing against the front of his khakis. He’s already come twice today, but his cock is clearly ready for round three.
“We could start right now,” Jake says, somehow managing to sound both turned on and smug.
“Yes.”
“What do you want, Bradley?”
Oh god, he can’t decide. He looks down at the assortment of toys. His ass is still stretched and sore from being thoroughly pounded this morning and then keeping the plug in him so long. As much as Bradley loves getting fucked, he’s not sure he can take any more anal play tonight which cuts down his options a little. He pushes aside another vibrator and two dildos until he finds what he’s looking for.
“I want to jack off with the teal vibrating sleeve before I remove the plug,” he says.
Jake hums, considering. “That’s good, but you don’t really need me for that, do you?”
Bradley’s cock twitches hopefully. “What do you want me to do, Hangman?” he asks dryly, fingers still curled around the simple silicone ring that was his choice for the night.
“Remember when you got off just from my cock in your throat?”
Bradley’s pulse throbs and every hair in his body seems to stand on end. Yes, he does remember that. Jake’s dick stuffing his throat, sucking at it like he could pull it all into him if he just worked his jaw a little wider. The ache in his jaw, the slop of split and precome on his chin. Jake everywhere. He hadn’t quite come untouched, but all it had taken were two frantic tugs before he’d followed Jake over the edge, Jake’s come spilling out of the corner of his mouth and dribbling down his chin.
He must make some sort of noise because Jake chuckles darkly. “Good, take the purple dildo and attach it to the wall and then take that vibrating sleeve you wanted to use and get on your knees. You can use the vibrator, but your hands go behind your back.”
Bradley swallows thickly. He puts on his wireless headphones and carries his toys into the bathroom. It’ll be far easier to clean up in here than in the bedroom.
“Do you want me naked?” he asks.
“Always,” Jake growls.
Fuck. He sheds his shirt, pants and boxers without second thought, sinking to his knees and fixing the dildo at the perfect height. He sets his phone on the floor.
“I’m not going to be able to talk,” he says. Trying to imagine what this is like for Jake on the other end of the phone, seeing nothing, just hearing the buzz of the vibrator, the slick of Bradley’s mouth sucking at the dildo, his moans which he already knows he won’t be able to suppress.
“No, but you make gorgeous sounds,” Jake murmurs.
A whimper slips unbidden from his lips as he hears the snick of a cap popping open and has a sudden vivid image of Jake lubing up that big cock.
He’s not even really thinking as he leans forward and laves his tongue over the silicone head of the purple dildo. It’s not hot and musky like Jake, but with his eyes closed and his ears straining to hear the wet sound of Jake’s hand moving over his own cock he can almost imagine Jake can see him. He pictures Jake sitting back, cock in hand, stoking it slowly while he watches Bradley choke on the silicone cock, the vibrator squeezed around Bradley’s shaft sending jolts of pleasure through his cock and balls.
The soft slick sounds over the phone line are soon joined by the buzz of the vibrator as Bradley switches it onto its lowest setting before clasping his hands obediently behind his back and leaning in to take the dildo deeper into his mouth. He works his tongue over it, tracing the ridges and veins with his tongue, opening his jaw as wide as he can manage, trying to take in all of it.
He imagines doing this every day, working his jaw wider, his throat more open until he can take it all. It would be physically impossible he knows, but as fantasies go, the thought of surprising Jake by deep throating every inch of his cock is working for Bradley. He moans around the silicone pressing into his throat and hears an answering “Fuck, Bradley” over the phone.
He shuffles his knees closer, tries shifting the angle to see if he can get the cock deeper in his throat. It feels so good, the pressure of it, the way he has to breathe carefully through his nose because his mouth is too full for air. He doesn’t even know what noises are coming from his mouth, but they must be doing something because he can hear Jake’s breathing picking up, the slick sound of his hand fisting his cock getting less rhythmic.
“Wish I could see you,” Jake growls, sounding impossibly turned on.
They’ve never done this before. Sex has been limited to in person encounters and somehow, despite his extensive collection, they’ve never used toys on each other, always choosing fingers, tongues, and cocks. Jake’s imaginings of how Bradley looks when he uses his presents have always stayed well hidden inside that brilliant blond head. Now, the lines feel blurred. The dildo and vibrator aren’t just something Bradley is doing for himself, this is definitely a show for Jake.
Next time, Bradley thinks, sucking hard, trying to get just a little more into his throat, maybe they can set up a camera. He likes the idea of performing for Jake. He groans, his cock jerks in the grip of the vibrator and then he’s coming in short, messy spurts all over the wall. He grabs the base of the plug in his ass and tugs it out. His hole clenches around nothing, the emptiness both a relief and a regret.
He sinks back, releasing the dildo with a slick pop and pushes the vibrator free of his over sensitive cock. “Are you close?” He asks, voice hoarse.
There’s a deep groan from the other end of the line and then all he can hear is Jake panting for several seconds.
“That was…” he trails off, suddenly feeling self conscious.
“A good start,” Jake pants.
“I’m keeping both of these,” Bradley says.
Jake huffs softly, almost a laugh. “Tomorrow night you can choose.”
“Goodnight Jake,” Bradley says, wishing Jake wasn’t so very far away.
“‘Night Rooster.”
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“How is it possible that the man who never met a Hawaiian print he didn’t purchase ended up assigned to Pearl Harbor for three months and didn’t pack a single one of them?” Jake says in lieu of ‘hello,’ when Bradley calls him the next night.
“How do you know what I left in my apartment?”
“Squatter’s rights, Rooster. Everything in your place is mine now.”
Before Bradley can say anything, Jake laughs. “Relax, I washed the sheets, made up the bed all clean and friendly for your sublet - who is very nice by the way. I did move some of your things to my place since you left everything you own behind.”
“Not everything,” Bradley says sullenly.
“Mmm, true,” Jake’s voice turns immediately smokey and soft, his southern drawl intensifying.
The sound goes straight to Bradley’s cock and he palms himself through his khakis. It was a good day, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been waiting all day for this moment. He unbuttons his shirt, tossing it in the laundry with the one that got lube all over it on the flight out yesterday. He’ll have to do laundry before bed, but for now he just wants to strip down, pull out some toys, and give in to the arousal that’s been bubbling under his skin since he woke up, half hard, curled around a pillow, trying to remember a dream that remained just out of reach.
“What will it be tonight?” Jake asks, breaking the silence.
“I want to watch you jack off while I fuck myself with the teal prostate massager.”
“The app-controlled one?”
Bradley nods before remembering Jake can’t see him. “Yes.” This is another line they’ve never crossed. He wondered when Jake gifted that particular toy if he’d had something like what they’re doing now in mind, but he’d never said anything, so Bradley had assumed …incorrectly it seems by the hitch in Jake’s breathing.
“Do I get to watch you?”
Bradley considers this for a moment. “Not tonight.” As much as he likes the idea of putting on a show for Jake, there are only so many things he can focus on at once, and if Jake is going to control the vibrator stuffed up his ass, Bradley is going to need to be able to make some truly embarrassing faces without being captured on camera.
“Okay,” Jake agrees easily. “Go get your laptop and the rest of your supplies while I set up.”
It takes a bit to get everything situated. He pulls one of the two bedside tables out so he can lay comfortably on his side with his head on the pillows and still easily see the screen. He sets out a bottle of lube and the toy on top of several bath towels he’s spread over the bed. He wants to be comfortable, but he also doesn’t want to have to wash the bedding on only his second night. When he’s ready he loads up FaceTime on his laptop, makes sure his camera is off and then dials Jake.
The call connects and Bradley lets out deep, appreciative groan. Jake has clearly set up his phone on a tripod or something. His cock, thick and already hard, takes up most of the view. Bradley can make out some of Jake’s abs and his upper thighs, but this is a framing meant to keep Bradley focused on that glorious cock.
“Talk to me, Bradshaw,” Jake’s voice beamed directly into Bradley’s headphones sounds a bit wrecked already, like it’s taking all of his control to stay still and not just take himself in hand.
Good . Bradley watches, entranced, as a thick drop of precome seeps out of the head of Jake’s cock, sliding slowly down the shaft. Bradley licks his lips, wishing he could lean in and lap it up.
“You can touch,” he says, “slowly.”
Jake’s hand appears in the video feed, curled loosely around his girth. He pulls slowly upwards and then smooths down, spreading the gathering precome down his shaft in slick, shiny trails.
Bradley slicks up his own fingers and begins opening himself up. “I’m working myself open with two fingers,” he tells Jake. “I’m still loose from yesterday. It feels—” he crooks his fingers deep inside, pressing against his prostate and his words trail off into a moan.
He can see the effect it has on Jake in the tightening of his fingers around his cock as he hisses out a “God… Bradley.”
Bradley scissors his fingers, making sure he’s loose enough to take the toy. It’s the slimmest of his prostate massagers. Long and almost beautiful in the way they’ve designed the bulbous head that will press into his prostate and the external curve that will push against the sensitive nerves of his perineum for maximum stimulation.
“I’m slicking up the toy,” he might feel silly narrating his actions, but he can see Jake’s cock twitch in response and the effect is almost impossibly erotic. “It feels good against my rim, cool and hard. Nothing like you, but I know when it’s inside me you’ll be the one getting me off.”
“Jesus fuck,” Jake’s hand grips the base of his cock hard.
“Mmm,” Bradley hums in pleasure as the thick section at the head of the toy slips inside his hole. “Yeah, that feels good.” He thrusts it in and out slowly a few times, making sure he has enough lube and relishing the harsh breathing over the phone line that tells him Jake can hear the squelch of the lube and knows exactly what he’s missing.
“Tomorrow I want you on camera,” Jake growls. He gives his cock a good hard stroke before settling into the slow, loose rhythm Bradley told him to.
“Yeah,” Bradley says, pressing the toy deep, its head pushing up against his prostate, the outer piece stimulating his perineum. “It’s so good, Jake.”
“Tease,” Jake growls. There’s a brief sound like he’s dropped something plastic and then his other hand comes into view, his phone in hand.
“Yes,” Bradley hisses. He keeps one hand on the toy, teasing it in and out of his body by barely an inch, just enough to keep the stimulation constant. His other hand wraps around the base of his cock.
Jake taps something on his phone and a moment later the toy begins to vibrate. Bradley presses it as deep as he can, letting out a loud keen of pleasure as the vibrations zip through his prostate and seem to turn every nerve ending in his body into an erogenous zone.
He has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming immediately. He doesn’t remember it being this intense when he played with this toy on his own.
“Get yourself off,” he all but orders, forcing his eyes to open - he doesn’t even remember closing them - and fixing them on the screen.
Jake grabs a bottle of lube with one hand, drizzling a sloppy stream down over his cock. His other hand keeps hold of his phone, his thumb hovering over the screen, poised to do something to the toy in Bradley’s ass.
Bradley grabs his own lube and mirrors the motion. “Yeah, get your dick good and wet,” he says, barely aware of the words as they fall from his lips.
Jake’s thumb taps on the screen and the pulse of the vibrator changes. In place of the steady, delicious hum it throbs . Intense vibrations spaced almost like a heartbeat.
Bradley curses, fisting his cock fast and hard, suddenly needing to come immediately before the pleasure radiating through every cell consumes him. Noises pour uncontrolled from his mouth. Some of them are almost words, but it’s mostly near wordless sighs of “ohfuckyesmore” and “thatyesthereplease.”
Jake comes first, a spurt of white come shooting upwards and splattering across his thighs. Bradley’s whole body clenches in pleasure moments after and he comes all over his hand.
It takes him a moment to pull the massager out as it continues to press and vibrate mercilessly inside him. Jake only remembering to turn it off when Bradley grunts, “Off!” at him.
Jake’s camera goes dark, but Bradley can hear him breathing over their call.
“Another keeper?” Jake asks breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Bradley says. What he wants to says is ‘why did we wait so long to do that?’ but it feels like clinging in the aftermath or asking Jake to stay the night, so he doesn’t.
They stay on the phone for a few more minutes, mostly just trying to catch their breath. When Bradley’s come starts to dry on his hand he bids Jake a reluctant goodnight.
“My turn again tomorrow?” Jake asks.
“You are controlling this experiment,” Bradley half jokes back.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Jake’s voice gives nothing away and before Bradley can ask him what tomorrow is going to bring, the call disconnects and he’s left alone, naked and sated and 2500 miles from where he most wants to be.
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They don’t manage to have sex every night but it’s close enough that Bradley arrives back to his housing each night already half hard in anticipation. He’s eight weeks into his time in Hawaii. By this point, Bradley is pretty sure they’ve “tested” every toy in his collection. Sometimes alone, but often, like that first night, in combination. Not a single toy has landed in the ‘leave it behind’ pile.
If Bradley didn’t know better, he’d think Jake was doing everything in his power to ensure Bradley would want to keep every single sex toy. Even the ones that Bradley would have pegged as the most likely to end up in a landfill, like the smaller butt plugs that don’t vibrate or stretch Bradley enough to help him take someone as thick as Jake become short term favorites by the time they’re through.
On the nights Jake isn’t available, Bradley still gets off. He can’t seem to sleep without the blissful relaxation that follows an orgasm. It’s never quite as satisfying without Jake’s breath in his ear. Even with his ass stuffed full of the purple dildo, two fingers sucked into his mouth and his other hand working an aptly named ‘male masturbator’ over his cock, he feels understimulated and a bit hollow. He gets there, sometimes coming more than once in an evening, but he’s increasingly aware of how much he relies on memories of Jake to push him over the edge.
It’s becoming a problem.
“You’re turning me into an addict,” he complains on the phone to Jake that night.
Jake doesn’t laugh like Bradley expected him to. Instead, he says, “Yeah?” in a slightly tight voice.
“Last night when you were on duty, it took me almost an hour to get myself off with the pink cock ring and the red beads”
“Show me,” Jake requests.
Bradley can’t say no to that, even if it is technically his night to pick.
He’s already naked with the laptop and camera set up. He doesn’t bother calling Jake until he’s ready to start their play these days. His body’s almost Pavlovian response to the sound of Jake’s Texas drawl and the sight of his abs, pecs, cock, ass, or whatever he decides to include in his video feed is enough to push Bradley right up against the edge of orgasm almost as soon as their call connects.
He kneels on the bed, opening himself up with practiced motions, angled so Jake can see him in profile. It’s enough to let Jake see what he’s doing without making Bradley feel overly exposed. It also means that as long as he keeps his eyes glued on the laptop, he doesn’t really need to worry about how he’s positioned.
“I love the way your ass feels when I slide in the third finger,” Jake says as Bradley begins to scissor two fingers just inside his hole. “You’re so tight and hot. I just want to pin you down and fuck you hard but I know I have to open you up even more.”
Bradley moans and sinks in a third finger. It’s too soon and the stretch burns hot for several moments, but he needs to get the toy inside him now. If Jake keeps talking like this while he casually fucks his own fist for Bradley’s viewing pleasure, Bradley is going to come before he’s put on any show at all.
“One of these days I’m going to do it just with my mouth,” Jake continues in a casual voice as if he’s explaining how catapults work or the weather and not how he’s going to destroy Bradley for any other human on the planet. “Think you can come from that, Bradley, my tongue inside you, eating you out?”
“Nngh,” Bradley groans. He grabs the red anal beads, barely pausing to smear lube over it and then begins to push the first section in.
“Take it nice and slow,” Jake requests. His own hand grips his cock, his hips still for the moment as he focuses on the slide of the toy into Bradley’s ass.
Bradley has to close his eyes, focusing his attention on how each section of slick silicone presses against his rim as he slowly works the beads inside. It’s nothing like a cock, but the increasing girth of each successive bead pushing against his rim before slipping suddenly inside is delicious. He angles the toy to just skate over his prostate as he pushes the last bead inside. Anything more than the lightest touch on his prostate, he’s going to come. If he watches Jake’s glorious cock jump in response to him, he’s going to come.
He counts to five, holding the toy still with one hand, his other dropping to squeeze tight around the base of his cock. After several deep breaths he manages to pull himself back. His eyes open and immediately fly to the screen. He watches Jake’s fingers glide, shiny with lube and precome, up and down along the rigid length of his cock, mesmerized by the fluid, practiced twist at the top and the steady rhythm. He lets go of his cock and fumbles with the volume on his phone, turning it up until the slick-squelch sounds of flesh on well lubricated flesh fills his ears.
His own hands settle into rhythm with Jake’s, pulling the beads halfway out out as Jake slides up and thrusting back in on the down stroke. The steady, too slow cadence of his movements drag Bradley slowly back towards the edge, a perfect suspension of pleasure he feels he could keep up for hours. Another thing they’ve never tried - usually happy to push each other into orgasm as quickly as possible rather than trying to ride the fine edge of it. Quantity over quality isn’t bad when it comes to sex with Jake, but Bradley thinks that sometimes they could make room for this too.
“Turn on the ring,” Jake orders, his voice rough, hand faltering in his rhythm.
Bradley knows if he does that, he’ll come almost immediately. His cock has been nearly neglected since he started working the beads in and out of his hole. It won’t take much stimulation on his shaft to send him plummeting over into orgasm. He’s not ready for that yet.
“Not yet,” he responds.
Jake groans. “Fuck, Bradley I’m…” his hand squeezes the base of his cock and for a few seconds all Bradley can hear are Jake’s breaths, harsh and fast. “I’m so close,” Jake grits out.
Bradley smiles. Usually it’s Bradley who comes first, so utterly lost in the touch of Jake’s hands, the delicious stretch of his body to accommodate Jake’s girth, the way the head of Jake’s cock or the tips of his fingers unerringly find his prostate with every shift that he can’t possibly think clearly enough to hold out. It means he gets to come twice as often as not, but also that he’s never particularly coherent by the time Jake comes.
“I want to see you come for me,” he says, pushing the beads deep in his ass, leaving him feeling filled but not stimulated enough to come, and letting go. He lets his body drop forward, catching his weight on his palms so he’s on all fours on the bed, closer than ever to the screen.
The picture goes shaky for a moment as Jake does something to change the angle. Instead of a close up of Jake’s cock, he can now see from his upper thighs all the way to his handsome face.
Bradley bites his lip and sucks in another grounding breath. Fuck he misses him. For all they talk every day and have been getting each other off almost as often in the last eightweeks as they do when they’re both at Lemoore, sex isn’t the only kind of intimacy they share and Bradley just misses Jake’s face.
Right now Jake is wearing his focused face as he holds tight to the base of his cock with one hand and straightens the tripod with the other. There are beads of sweat all along his hairline and his lower lip is red - probably from biting it while he watches Bradley. The lighting isn’t the greatest so Bradley can’t make out the color of his eyes, but he knows by this point his pupils will be blown so wide it will seem like he doesn’t have irises at all. The green almost invisible around the edges.
“Yes, like that,” he murmurs. “Now let me see you come.”
Jake lets out a wordless cry. His eyes stay glued to what he can see on the screen, which Bradley realizes isn’t much right now, just him on all fours, a toy shoved in his ass, only the red silicone handle visible, and his cock hanging heavy and hard towards the bed. He shifts his weight to one hand and uses the hand closest to the camera to start stroking, slow and light, over his cock. He twists slightly in a way he knows makes his abs stand out in sharp relief and is rewarded by a choked off expletive from Jake as he finally starts to fist himself tight and fast.
“You look so good like this,” Bradley praises. His eyes can’t decide what to focus on, Jake’s face, slack and beautiful, or the almost punishing jerks of his hand on his cock.
His own hand tightens around his cock and once again he matches Jake’s rhythm until he feels his orgasm gathering at the base of his spine and has to pull his hand away to stop him from crashing into it.
On screen Jake wets his lips and begins rocking his hips up to meet his hand. His cock is leaking precome and Bradley’s mouth waters with the desire to wrap his lips around the head and swallow it all. Jake comes, Bradley’s name spilling from his mouth like a prayer and a thick gush of come spilling over his hand and down onto his abs and thighs.
“Fuck,” Bradley mutters mostly to himself. He flicks on the vibrating ring and wraps his hand around his cock again. It only takes a handful of strokes before he too is coming all over his hand, Jake’s name a litany on his lips.
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“So much for your solution, Jake,” Bradley mutters, staring in dismay at the duffel bag that once again does not want to close around his small pile of clothes and absurd collection of sex toys. He really thought that without the two bottles of lube he’d used up over the past three months that he’d have an easier time fitting everything in, even if he hadn’t managed to decide on getting rid of a single one of the toys.
He’d been wrong.
Letting out a heavy sigh and bidding a, hopefully temporary, adieu to his dignity, Bradley grabs the sides of the bag with both hands near the start of the zipper and pulls them as close as he can. He takes the zipper tab in his teeth and tugs. It works, somehow, but Bradley will happily go to his grave without ever sharing this moment with anyone. When he has the bag finally zipped closed he slings the bag over one shoulder and gives a final glance over the apartment to make sure he hasn’t forgotten anything vital or incriminating before stepping out into the fragrant Hawaiian morning.
He’s not expecting anyone to be there to greet him when his transport lands at Lemoore so he has no right to the slight twinge of disappointment he feels when he doesn’t see Jake’s blond head among the small group of service men and women lingering on the tarmac to greet other members of his team.
On the ground he exchanges the necessary pleasantries, gets his orders for the next week and then heads for his townhouse. The woman subletting from him moved out two days ago and Jake promised she left things in good enough shape.
Bradley is grateful for that. He’s tired from the long flight and it will be good to sleep in his own bed, and maybe put on something other than his service khakis. He never did get around to buying clothes in Hawaii, it had seemed like a waste to buy things he knew he would never fit in his duffel.
There is a light on in his townhouse when he pulls the Bronco into the driveway. He hopes the tenant didn’t leave it on for the last two days, he can already picture the electricity bill he’s going to get if they were this careless the whole three months.
He slots his key into the lock and lets himself inside, too distracted by the list of things he’ll need to take care of tomorrow morning before he can really settle in and enjoy the rest of his three day leave to notice he isn’t alone until he hears, “Welcome home sailor,” and looks up to see Jake leaning against the wall watching him with bright green eyes and an easy smile.
“Hi,” he says stupidly, the duffel slipping from his fingers and landing with a heavy thud against the wooden floor of his entryway. “What are you doing here?”
“Nice to see you too, Rooster.” Jake pushes off the wall and stalks towards him. “Thought you might be happy to see me, but I can leave.”
Bradley shakes his head. “No, don’t go. I’m sorry, long ass flight. Don’t suppose there’s anything to eat?”
Jake’s grin turns predatory, eyes sliding over Bradley’s body with intent. “I know what I want to eat,” he says in a low voice that goes straight to Bradley’s cock.
“You look good,” he says instead of honoring Jake’s lazy innuendo with a direct acknowledgement.
“I am good.” Jake smiles at the long established pattern. “I’m very good.”
Bradley takes a step forward, closing the last bit of distance between them so he can pull Jake against him and silence his smart mouth with a kiss. He threads one finger through one of Jake’s belt loops and lets his other hand come up to cradle the back of his head.
Fuck it feels good to touch him, breathe in the smell that feels like home . When he ends the kiss he doesn’t go far, letting his forehead rest against Jake’s, not wanting to end the connection, not yet.
“It’s good to have you back,” Jake says softly into the scant space between them.
“It’s good to be back,” he replies, meaning I missed you. , but too scared to say it that directly. That isn’t their thing and he will always choose what they have over the risk of losing it in pursuit of something more.
Jake runs his hands down Bradley’s arms from shoulder to fingertips and then takes a step back. “Come on, there’s pho in the fridge from that place you like. You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”
Bradley lets himself be led into his kitchen. He settles into a chair and looks around his kitchen, keeping Jake in his peripheral. Something is different. He could have sworn he had more stuff than this. He turns in his chair, looking out into the living room. It's almost empty. No art on the walls, no ungainly pile of throw pillows with obscene sayings crocheted into them that Fanboy thinks are hilarious. It looks a lot more like the place did two years ago when he moved in than the townhouse he remembers leaving three months ago.
“Did the tenants…?” he starts to ask before stopping. Jake isn’t his property manager or his landlord. Why would he have any idea why it seems every one of Bradley’s possessions has been stowed away. So much for sleeping in a familiar place. Looking out at the sterile white walls and the generic blue couch and matching chair, he feels no connection to the place whatsoever. He may as well be back in Hawaii, except for the very real presence of Jake pouring pho from a styrofoam container into a microwave safe bowl on the other side of his kitchen. Really, Jake is the only thing about this place he missed, and he’s the only part that isn't meant to be there to stay.
Bradley sighs.
Jake presses some buttons on the microwave and then turns so he’s leaning against the counter and looking at Bradley, head cocked slightly in a silent question.
“It looks like the tenants didn’t care for my decorating, that’s all,” he says, gesturing to the barren room.
Jake’s eyes dance over the sterile living room. “Yeah, it’s not particularly full of personality is it?”
“It used to be,” Bradley protests, not really sure why he feels the need to defend decorations that were almost exclusively things his friends who have live-in partners purchased and then were told to get rid of. It had been an eclectic collection, sure, but he’d liked the reminders in every corner that he had the kind of friends who bought obscene cross stitch pillows and framed Space Jam posters in the first place.
“Maybe it’s a fresh start?”
Bradley shrugs, eyes drawn back to the white walls. The idea of trying to breathe life into this place all over again doesn’t excite him. He’d been happy with it before. He’d been happy with a lot of things he’s only now starting to realize were placeholders for the things he really wants. If he’s going to try yet again to make an empty place feel like a home he really wishes he didn’t have to do it alone.
The microwave beeps and Jake carries over the steaming bowl of soup, placing it in front of Bradley and handing him a spoon. “Eat up, everything feels better with pho.”
He’s not wrong. The pho is as delicious as he remembers. He can’t help a small moan around the first taste as the umami goodness coats his tongue. “So good,” he says, immediately diving in for another bite.
Jake retreats to where he was leaning against the counter and watches as Bradley practically inhales the bowl. “It wasn’t the tenant,” he says suddenly.
It takes Bradley a moment to follow his non-sequitur. When he does he sets his spoon in the half empty bowl and looks at Jake, brows raised. He’s a patient guy, he can wait this out.
“Your batshit collection of other people’s stuff,” Jake elaborates, “it wasn’t the tenant who moved it.”
Bradley winces at the casual dismissal of the things Bradley has held on to as tangible representations of the people he cares about. He’d thought Jake realized that he, his gifts, were different. But clearly when Jake made the offhand comment about no special sentimental value he hadn’t been fishing for Bradley to confirm any feelings, he’d just been stating a fact. He feels like an idiot for reading more into the sex they’ve been having than just that - sex.
“I… not like that,” Jake takes a step towards him before coming to a stop, hands balled at his sides.
Bradley smooths whatever hurt or confusion was showing on his face away, replacing it with a cool, indifferent mask. “What was it like, Jake?”
“Itookitalltomyplace,” Jake says in a rush, eyes focused somewhere just over Bradley’s shoulder.
“What?”
Jake draws a deep breath and lets it out in a loud huff, sounding frustrated through with himself or Bradley who could say. “I didn’t like the idea of some stranger digging through it all so,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I brought it to my place.”
“But,” Bradley's body loosens, “your place is tiny .”
Jake shrugs.
Bradley tries to picture boxes of his things stacked in a corner of Jake’s cozy and always pristine living area and fails. Unless there’s a storage unit somewhere Bradley has never heard of, Jake must be practically tripping over things that belong to Bradley every time he moves.
“I didn’t take everything,” Jake says after several minutes of silence.
Bradley raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Jake’s eyes land on his, a very familiar spark in their green depths. “The lube is still in your drawer and your bed is made with those green sheets you like,” he says, casual tone belying the heat in his eyes.
“Was that part of the welcome home plan?” Bradley asks.
“Depends,” Jake bites his lip as he studies Bradley’s face.
“On what?”
“Did it work?”
Bradley can feel a slow smile spreading over his face. He stands up and saunters across the room, stopping when his toes line up with Jake's. “Are you propositioning me, Hangman?”
“And people call you slow,” Jake teases.
Bradley can’t help himself as he leans in, capturing Jake’s lips in a warm kiss. This is what he needed, the thing that was missing in Hawaii. He can get off on his own, and it turns out getting off on his own with Jake on the end of a phone line is even better, but nothing will ever compare to this. He has every intention of going much further before the night it out, but for now he settles his forearms on Jake’s shoulders and toys with the ends of his blond hair with his fingertips and kisses him slow and deep.
Jake’s hands slide up under Bradley’s shirt, skimming over his skin before settling warm against his lower back. He angles his face to deepen the kiss and slowly slides his tongue into Bradley’s mouth.
They make out until Bradley feels like he’s drowning in it. He breaks away to get a deep breath of air and then dives back in, peppering soft kisses along Jake’s strong jaw and then down over the sensitive skin of his neck.
Jake pulls his hands away and starts working on the buttons of Bradley’s service khakis, moving with sureness more than haste. It isn’t long before Jake is helping Bradley shed the khaki shirt and the white t-shirt underneath. As soon as Bradley’s chest is bare, Jake strips off his own shirt and then pulls Bradley flush against him.
This time the kiss starts hot and deep and grows desperate in seconds. Jake’s hands grip Bradley’s ass, pulling their hips together and Bradley can feel Jake, half hard already, pressed against his thigh. He rocks into Jake’s heat, his own cock filling as Jake takes him apart with firm strokes of his tongue in Bradley’s mouth and his hands over Bradley’s ass.
He reaches for Jake’s belt, fumbling slightly with the lack of space between them, but manages to get the leather through the buckle. He deftly thumbs the button open and soon Jake is stepping out of them, left only in a pair of tight, black briefs that do nothing to hide his arousal.
Bradley starts to sink to his knees, earlier plans forgotten in the sudden desire to get Jake’s cock in his mouth, but Jake has other ideas. He tugs at Bradley, pulling him past the table and towards the bedroom.
That works too, Bradley thinks, sliding his hands up over Jake’s pecs, and settling them back on his broad shoulders as he lets Jake propel him backwards through his apartment.
In the bedroom, Jake releases him and steps away, tugging off his own briefs before moving to the drawer where they keep lube.
Bradley wastes no time shedding the rest of his clothes in a pile on the floor. He stops in his tracks when Jake stretches out on his back on the bed, cock hard, the tip already shiny with precome, and his expression smoldering as he stares blatantly at Bradley. He tosses the bottle of lube at Bradley without warning.
Bradley catches it, barely.
Jake smirks at him and folds both arms behind his head. “Show me what you got, Rooster.”
“Pretty sure it’s my turn to choose,” Bradley says, remembering his last night in Hawaii well, working the black plug in and then masturbating with the blue vibrating cock ring secured snuggly around the base of his cock, tight enough that he couldn’t come until Jake finally told him take it off. It’s definitely Bradley’s turn to choose the toy if that’s where this is heading. He hopes it isn’t.
“You can choose whether you want a toy or the genuine article, but I’m controlling the experiment, remember?”
Bradley bites his lip, pretending to think before closing the distance to where Jake is reclined on his bed. “I think we can give the toys a rest for tonight.”
Jake hums in approval. “Good choice.”
“What next?” Bradley asks, feeling breathless with anticipation. For all the joking about Jake controlling the experiment, he’s never managed to be particularly demanding. Most nights he makes an initial suggestion and from there they improvise, asking for what they want and usually getting it. Tonight, he wants to know what Jake has in mind.
“I want to watch you open yourself up for my cock,” Jake says, eyes fixed on Bradley’s groin where his cock juts out, hard and wanting.
“Yes,” Bradley breathes out his agreement.
“Straddle me,” Jake says, holding out a beckoning hand, “after all that poorly lit video I want a front court seat.”
It’s a bit awkward for a moment as Bradley clambers up on the bed and swings a leg over Jake's torso but soon he’s found a comfortable position, knees pressed into the top of Jake’s hips, ass facing Jake, close enough that Jake could probably bite it if he curled up into a crunch. Bradley’s cock gives a throb at the thought. He can almost feel Jake’s abs contracting between his spread thighs, bringing head and shoulders up and forward, hands gripping Bradley’s hips and tugging him in so Jake can get his talented tongue exactly where Bradley always needs it. But that isn’t what they’re doing today.
He twists slightly so he can look over his shoulder and meet Jake’s eyes. This position is good, the tip of his cock just barely brushes against the base of Jake’s and he knows as he gets himself ready he’ll be able to tease himself by sliding the sensitive head against Jake’s shaft. It’s going to be so good, but there’s something about this position that feels vulnerable. For all the sex they’ve had and all the times Jake has buried his face in Bradley’s ass and driven him to the brink with that tongue probing into his hole, Jake has never just watched.
The video calls don’t count. Bradley took a lot of care - an embarrassing amount really - setting up his camera so Jake would only get the suggestion and not the close up view as he slid fingers or toys inside his body. Today Jake is going to be able to see everything.
As it always does, looking at Jake calms Bradley’s mounting nerves. He is the picture of contentment, hands folded behind his head, lips curled in a smile so small that a person less attuned to Jake’s face than Bradley might not recognize it. He catches Bradley’s eye and quirks an eyebrow. “You good, Bradley?”
Bradley nods, not trusting his voice.
Jake's grin grows, turning predatory. “You look too good to be true. Can’t wait to watch you slick yourself up and get ready for me.”
Bradley lets out an involuntary whimper. He can feel heat radiating from his cheeks. Why have they never done this before? His cock is fully hard now after Jake’s teasing. Bradley gives the base a squeeze, reminding himself he wants to drag this out, to ride that cock for hours if he can stand it, wants for once to make Jake beg for release.
He releases his cock and reaches for the lube. He squirts a generous amount on two fingers and reaches behind him to smear it down the cleft of his ass. He closes his eyes, focusing on the feeling of his own skin under his fingers and the warmth radiating off Jake’s body between his legs.
Jake is silent and still beneath him as Bradley circles his hole with his fingers, spreading the lube all over it before beginning to slowly work the first finger in. The tip slips easily through the tight ring of muscle. He’s spent so many nights over the last three months stretching himself to take a toy or just his own fingers that he can get himself open enough for a medium sized plug in seconds. Prepping to take anything as thick as Jake still requires more, and Bradley is in no hurry.
He adds a second finger along with enough lube that it spills down, trailing slick and warm over his perineum and over his balls. Bradley shivers at the sensation. He loves this, feeling soaked and a bit messy as he uses the tips of his index and middle fingers to stretch his hole. He sinks his fingers in slowly, relishing the feeling of fullness he gets when his fingers bottom out.
One of Jake’s large calloused hands trails a feather light caress from his flank down his leg before coming to rest, hot and grounding, against his calf. The tips of Jake’s fingers tease abstract little patterns through his leg hair. It’s not a sexual touch, more comforting than anything, but just having Jake’s hand on him after three months of deprivation is enough to startle a moan from Bradley’s throat.
He twists his fingers, searching out his prostate and giving it a few solid strokes before pulling out until the tips are barely clinging inside his rim. He dribbles even more lube, even though he can already tell by the wet squelch when he pulled his fingers out that he has plenty.
The third finger takes work. Bradley is not a small man and his fingers are thick and long. He rocks his hips slightly as the tip of his ring finger joins his other fingers just inside his rim. Rocking forward, his cockhead slides up against Jake’s cock, and then when he rocks back he slips his fingers just a little further in.
Bradley sets a teasing rhythm, biting his lip to contain little noises of pleasure that want to spill out each time his fingers slip deeper.
Jake’s hand that isn’t holding soothingly against his calf begins to trace lines over the back of Bradley’s thighs, reaching sometimes up to the very base of his ass before retreating.
It shouldn’t surprise Bradley that Jake isn’t content to just watch. Jake’s always been the participatory kind. But the gentleness of the touches, almost caresses, send shivers over his skin, setting the hairs on his arms and legs on end. Blooms of heat spread from everywhere Jake’s fingers slide over, touch so soft it’s almost ticklish.
“Fuck,” he growls, finally working three fingers in past the third knuckle. He presses against his prostate each time he rocks back, his thrusts getting slightly longer as he loses himself to the sensations rippling through his body.
He can’t get off like this. He’ll need more than his own fingers in his ass and a suggestive slide of his cock against Jake’s. But it feels good and they have all night.
When his body adjusts to three fingers sliding in and out in time with the rocking of his hips, Bradley pulls his hand out and adds more lube.
Jake lets out a shuddering moan, both hands coming up to grab Bradley’s ass, spreading his cheeks. “Bradley…” he groans. “Can I?”
Bradley arches his back to give Jake the best view possible but doesn’t stop his own movements, bringing his slicked up fingers back to his hole and beginning to push back in. “You’re controlling… mmm… this Jake,” he says, the attempt at cheekiness only slightly undermined by the way he can’t hold in a hum of pleasure when his fingers skate over his prostate.
One of Jake’s fingers rubs gently at the rim of Bradley’s hole where it’s stretched tight around his fingers. When Bradley pulls his fingers out until just the tips are pulling against the rim, Jake begins to work the tip of his own finger in alongside Bradley’s.
The stretch is on the edge of too much. Bradley grabs the base of his cock and pants, struggling to regain control.
“That’s it,” Jake says, voice thick with lust. He rubs soothingly at Bradley’s calf even as the index finger of his other hand pushes slow and merciless into him.
Bradley can’t help rocking back, forcing Jake’s finger deeper. He pushes his own fingers in past the second knuckle. The stretch feels amazing. Jake’s fingers are thick and clever, finding his prostate immediately and rubbing over it in tight, hard circles that have him jerking helplessly back and forth, mindlessly chasing the pressure.
“Fuck,” he gasps, feeling his balls draw up and a rush of heat as he teeters on the edge of orgasm. He pulls his fingers out entirely, the sudden loss of pressure stretching his rim enough to just keep him from coming.
Jake’s finger stays inside him, leaving his prostate alone, at least for the moment. Just sliding back and forth in an almost soothing motion against his clenching hole. “You going to make me beg you to take my cock?” Jake asks in a husky voice.
Bradley reaches out and rubs his lube-slick hand down Jake’s cock. He keeps his grip light and slow, spreading the precome that dribbles down the shaft with the lube on his fingers, making Jake slick for him.
Jake lets out a muted groan, but he’s not begging yet so Bradley continues the slow tease. He adds more lube, dribbling it from a few inches up so it strikes without warning and slithers messily down the side of Jake’s thick cock and down over his balls.
“Bradley,” Jake practically growls.
“Did you want something, Jake?” Bradley asks, turning his head over his shoulder so he can take in Jake’s face. He’s biting his lower lip and there’s almost no visible green in his eyes. His nostrils flare with each heavy breath. He looks wrecked already just from watching and helping Bradley prep his ass. Bradley rocks back against Jake’s finger and then thrusts forward, sliding his dick along Jake’s.
“Ride me.” It’s not quite begging, but there’s something deliciously needy in his tone that Bradley can’t bring himself to deny.
He swings his leg over so he’s kneeling beside Jake, no longer straddling him. Jake’s finger slips out of his ass with the movement and Bradley can’t help a small whine at the loss. He leans down and kisses Jake lightly, just a fleeting press of lips, pulling away before Jake can turn it into more and then swings his other leg over Jake so he’s straddling him again, this time with his ass pressed snugly against Jake’s cock.
He shimmies back a few inches until Jake’s cock is pressed into the cleft of his ass, relishing the way Jake’s whole body goes rigid in an attempt not to buck up against the sudden pressure against his cock. He places both hands on Jake’s chest, scraping his fingernails lightly down, taking time to tease the sensitive nipples into sharp, pink peaks. “Is this what you wanted, Jake?”
“Nngh,” Jake whines. His hips hitch, sliding his cock along Bradley’s crack.
Bradley pinches both nipples hard. Jake arches into the touch, head falling back and exposing the delicate golden skin of his throat. Bradley wants to mark up that skin, leave a ring of bruises that tell everyone that this man is his . He will, one of these days. Tonight though, he’s tired of waiting.
He lifts himself up, letting out a shuddering breath at the hot slide of Jake’s cock over his hole. He’s so turned on at this point he could probably get off just from Jake rutting between his cheeks. He reaches behind him and uses one hand to guide Jake’s cock and as slowly as he can manage, begins to sink down.
Jake clenches both his fists in the blanket and bites on his lip so hard Bradley half expects their next kiss to taste of blood.
“So good for me,” he murmurs, petting over Jake’s chest as he sinks down, taking Jake’s cock deep into his body. “You going to let me ride you until I come?”
“Fuck,” Jake groans. His eyes open slowly, burning into Bradley as he tightens his abs and thighs, pushing up even tighter into him.
Bradley hums in approval, letting Jake do all the work for the moment. With Bradley’s weight pinning him down, Jake can only manage about an inch of movement. It’s not enough to get either of them off, but Bradley feels like his whole body is being electrified.
His cock is leaking precome over Jake’s abs and he spreads it slowly, massaging his mess into Jake’s skin like a healing salve. The months apart disappear and he almost feels like he dreamt the time between now and the last time they did this - one long nightmare of not being able to have this . “Jake I—” he swallows the rest of the sentence, throwing his head back and starting to move.
He can’t say those words. He’s never been good at taking risks when the stakes are this high, but he’s good at this. He rises up until Jake’s cock almost slips out of him and then lets gravity drag him back down. Jake thrusts up to meet him and soon they fall into a rhythm.
The only sounds in Bradley’s bedroom are the slick sounds of lube coated flesh rubbing and their panting breaths as Bradley rides Jake’s cock. His own cock remains untouched except the way it rubs along the cut line of Jake’s abs as he moves.
Jake’s hands rub up and down Bradley’s thighs, but he doesn’t try to touch Bradley’s cock or grab his hips and take control. His eyes never leave Bradley’s face.
Each slide of Jake’s cock drags against Bradley’s prostate, sending white hot sparks of pleasure through his veins. When he bottoms out he feels so deliciously full that he’s almost sorry to lift himself up again. He doesn’t know how long he’s been riding Jake’s cock. Time has ceased to matter. Nothing much matters but the stretch and slide of their bodies coming together again and again until Bradley knows he’s going to come. He could stop it, but to do that he’d have to give up the feeling of being stuffed full of Jake’s cock.
“I’m close,” he gasps. His thrusts get faster and more erratic as he stops trying to tease Jake and seeks his own pleasure.
Jake’s hips snap up beneath him, slamming their bodies together and then Bradley’s vision whites out. He comes all over Jake’s abs, rocking himself through his orgasm.
Jake grips his hips and Bradley lets himself be half lifted up and then slammed back down once, twice, and then Jake is coming with a shout. Jake’s come spurts into him, hot and plentiful. Bradley feels the come sliding out of him before Jake has even slipped free and lets out a helpless moan. Fuck, he loves being pumped full of Jake’s come. His own come has painted pearly white stripes over Jake’s abs and pecs. Bradley spreads it with his hands, rubbing it into Jake’s body in soothing circles as he lets his breathing come back to normal.
Eventually, Jake’s softened cock slips out and Jake reaches up and pulls Bradley down against his chest. Their lips meet in a slow, open mouthed kiss. Jake’s hands sooth over Bradley’s ass, his fingers sliding inside to sooth the sudden emptiness, rubbing against the gaping rim, spreading a slick mixture of come and lube that’s going to eventually dry into something sticky and unpleasant, but for now fills Bradley with bone deep satisfaction.
“We’re going to have to wash the sheets,” Bradley says when the come between their bodies and dripping from his ass begins to cool.
“Or you could come home with me,” Jake offers. “Your stuff is already there.”
Bradley props himself up far enough that he can look Jake in the eye. “Are you…” Butterflies flutter in his stomach and he almost stops himself, but he can be brave when the situation calls for it. “For tonight, or…”
“I was thinking for good,” Jake says evenly. If he feels a fraction of the fear Bradley does, he doesn’t show it.
“Yes,” he says immediately, not needing to think it through, almost afraid if he does Jake will change his mind.
Jake smiles, lazy and sated. “Good, I’ve gotten attached to those ridiculous pillows.”
Bradley rolls his eyes. “Come on,” he says, getting up and then holding out a hand for Jake to grab. “If we put the sheets in the wash first, you can fuck me in the shower.”
Jake grins. “Been thinking about that have you?”
“I’m always thinking about you,” Bradley confesses.
Jake hooks their pinkies together and leans in to press a soft kiss against Bradley’s lips. “I think about you too…” The moment stretches out, almost uncomfortable in its earnest intensity. One corner of Jake’s mouth lifts in a little smirk, “...especially in the shower,” he adds with a wink.
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