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Jake’s always loved county fairs. The food, the rides, the smell of slick in the air.
“Jesus,” he mutters. It’s two in the goddamn afternoon. What’s got everyone so worked up? Every time the breeze shifts it brings more of the scent - sweet, warm, heady - towards him and it’s got his blood heading rapidly for his dick.
A quick glance around the field littered with stalls tells him that every unmated alpha in the vicinity is feeling similarly affected, many of them choosing to let their noses guide them. Jake’s never been one to follow a crowd but he’s never dealt well with curiosity, either, his feet carrying him in the direction of the scent of their own will even though he’s supposed to be heading for the stables.
The crowd gets denser, the smell thicker, a strange thudding noise ringing out the closer Jake gets to the source. Jake nods back at the folks who recognize him, half hard and trying to act like he isn’t, the same way everyone around him is. Every omega he passes is red in the face, pupils wide. It’s only the betas who don’t seem bothered because to them, it’s just a regular goddamn Saturday. Jake can’t imagine being so shut off from the wider world.
Fighting through the crowd of people, Jake laughs out loud when he sees what the cause of it all is: the fucking lumberjack demonstration, the fragrant smell of wood permeating the air.
It draws a crowd every year, acting as an unofficial mixer for unmated members of either designation. Jake’s never seen a turnout like this, though. He’s too far from the stage to get a good view so he looks for a higher vantage point, spotting a slight ridge and making for it. Leaning against a pillar once he’s scaled the minor incline, Jake finally sets eyes on what - or who - has the omegas so wet.
It’s an alpha, but that’s a given. He’s about Jake’s height but broader, the muscles in his shoulders and arms standing out in stark relief with every precise swing of his axe. He’s wearing a white shirt and black overalls, of all things, the summer sun glinting off of his auburn hair. Every time the blade of his axe hits the wood in front of him he grunts in the back of his throat, the sound curling around something in Jake’s gut and tugging.
The wood splits apart with a resounding crack and a round of cheers go up. The guy stands upright with a beatific grin, his fucking mustache catching Jake’s eyes for the first time.
“Isn’t he brilliant!” an announcer booms. The crowd roars its approval, the scent of arousal in the air so thick that Jake can taste it. “Give it up for Bradley!”
Jake lets out a wolf whistle, sharp and piercing, before he sets his toothpick back in his mouth. It’s meant to draw attention and does, Bradley spotting him easily thanks to Jake’s position above the heads of everyone else. Jake gives him a smirk and a dip of his Stetson. Bradley’s eyes narrow as his nostrils flare, apparently interested enough to try and get Jake’s scent. The breeze isn’t moving in the right direction for that, cutting across the crowd. Jake can’t smell Bradley, and Bradley can’t smell him.
“Now for a real challenge,” the announcer continues. “All the way from Australia, here we have a formidable Eucalyptus log. Bet you haven’t seen one of these before!”
“No,” Bradley says, his voice filled with amusement, “I haven’t. Bet I can do it, though.”
It’s typical alpha confidence and bluster, exactly what everyone is expecting to hear. The log is arranged on the little platform in front of Bradley and Jake watches him eyeball it, sizing it up. The announcer gets the hell out of dodge and Bradley shrugs, widening his stance and letting a swing loose. The axe barely makes a dent.
“Fuck,” Bradley breathes out lowly. The crowd lets out a ripple of laughter and, grinning, Bradley gets to work.
There’s something about the rhythm of it that’s getting to Jake. Bradley knows what he’s doing, that much is clear from the straight line his axe lays out across the face of the log. He’s got gorgeous form, body moving fluidly with every swing, his breathing tight and controlled. His measured inhales are punctuated by slightly noisier exhales that have Jake’s mind wandering to different situations where Bradley might make that same sound. From the awestruck way the rest of the crowd is watching him, mouths open and eyes wide, he’s not the only one thinking it.
After a dozen swings, Bradley pauses for a break. He spits off to the side, something Jake’s never found hot until right this fucking moment. Laughing, Bradley tells his horde of admirers, “I think it’s gonna break the axe. We’re gonna be here for a while, folks.”
Jake settles in for the long haul. Bradley keeps on swinging, the dent in the wood getting marginally wider. Another dozen swings and then he stops, shoulders heaving with his breath.
“Sorry about this,” Bradley tells everyone. Then he spits directly into his hands, rubbing them together. The smell of slick blooms in the air and Jake’s mouth is so fucking dry his throat clicks when he swallows.
It’s been too goddamn long since he’s gone for a roll in the sheets with another alpha. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it. He really fucking does. It’s just that there’s usually too much ego, too much trouble, no one willing to give in. Right now, watching Bradley pick up the axe and get back to work? Jake’s seeing the appeal of bending over for it. Bradley’s all raw contained power, so fucking strong. There’s no way he won’t fuck like an absolute dream.
There’s a not insignificant chance that Bradley isn’t even into alphas; Jake knows he’s in the minority, there. It could be that looking and imagining is the most Jake is able to do today.
Then the breeze shifts directions and carries Bradley’s scent to him, leather and something bright like pine, a faint undercurrent of amber and spice. It’s fucking incredible, intoxicating enough that Jake literally stands up straighter. Whether Bradley’s into him or not, Jake’s gonna shoot his shot.
The gouge in the wood is deeper now. Growling faintly, Bradley releases a flurry of swings with his teeth bared before he leans back and away, pacing back and forth behind the log like a caged animal. Every eye in the place tracks him and Bradley laps up the attention like it’s his due, smiling tiredly through his eyelashes at the crowd. There isn’t a single omega around who’d say no to him right now. Jake’s not even the only alpha looking at him, but he is one of the few not trying to glare a hole through the side of Bradley’s head.
What does everyone have to be mad about? Whoever Bradley doesn’t pick will be free for the taking and ready to go. Fuck, with the show he’s putting on, Jake wouldn’t be surprised if Bradley doesn’t send a couple of omegas into an early heat.
“Look at that,” Bradley says to the crowd, laughing breathlessly as he tucks three of his fingers in the furrow he’s made in the log. “That’s goddamn deep.”
Jake’s cock throbs in his jeans.
Bradley gets back to work, the head of the axe sticking. Grinning, he works it free and swings again, and again, and again, barking out a laugh when the head of the axe separates completely from the handle to fall to the floor with a metallic clatter.
“Well, damn,” he says. “Okay. That was the axe, not me. I’m not giving up.”
Knocking the axe head loose, Bradley reattaches it and keeps on swinging. The log creaks ominously and Bradley swings harder, sensing he’s about to come out on top. The crowd strains forward towards him and so does Jake, flipping the toothpick in his mouth and imagining something else between his lips.
With an ear splitting crack the log finally breaks in two.
Jake exhales in a rush, grinning as he claps with everyone else. The wind is picking up now, a summer thunderstorm dark on the horizon. Jake scents the air as much as he can; the storm isn’t going to hit until tonight. Bradley is looking Jake’s way again. With a broad smile, Jake adjusts his Stetson to keep the sun out of his eyes.
All at once the direction of the breeze changes, blowing past Jake to carry his scent towards Bradley. The announcer is saying something, the crowd cheering its approval, but Bradley’s gaze doesn’t leave Jake.
A smirk quirks Bradley’s mouth, his cheeks red with exertion or arousal or both. It’s impossible to see more than the vague shape of Bradley’s cock through his black overalls but Jake’s got his theories. He raises his eyebrows at Bradley just slightly and gives a faint nod. Bradley’s smirk gets sharper, laden with confidence, and as soon as the announcer releases him he’s hopping down from the stage and making his way through the crowd for Jake with a single minded focus. The omegas clamor for his attention but Bradley doesn’t even look at them, like their honeyed scents aren’t registering.
“That was some show,” Jake yells to be heard over the crowd once Bradley’s close enough. He’s goddamn gorgeous, resplendent with success.
Bradley grins and shrugs. “I’m not a quitter.”
“No,” Jake says, giving Bradley a thorough onceover, “that you are not.”
Fuck, Bradley smells even better up close, his scent rich and overlaid with sweat. Jake wants to lick up the thick muscle of Bradley’s neck; he wants to bury his face in between Bradley’s legs and breathe in nice and deep.
“I’m not reading you wrong either, am I?” Bradley murmurs, moving until he’s right up in Jake’s space. It’s more a statement than a question and Jake squares his shoulders and tips his head back to look him in the face, dimple popping with his smile.
“That depends entirely on what conclusions you’re drawin’ in that pretty head of yours,” Jake drawls.
Bradley huffs a laugh. “I think you want me just as bad as everyone watching us talk.”
“Oh, is that so?” Jake says. Bradley’s not lying. All eyes are on them, each and every one of the omegas fucking filthy with jealousy. God, Jake loves to win.
Bradley curls in even closer and inhales deeply, groaning low in his throat in a way that makes Jake want to bare his throat, makes him want to preen. Makes him want to fucking present. “Are you gonna let me take you home?” Bradley murmurs.
There’s no disputing that Bradley knows that Jake is an alpha, his scent nothing like any of the omegas surrounding them. Bradley knows exactly what he’s asking for, but that doesn’t mean that Jake isn’t going to make him work for it. He’s not some omega desperate to fall and land on Bradley’s knot. Speaking of: Jake spots a petite blonde boldly striding forward, eyes firmly on Bradley.
Jake lets loose a growl that has her stumbling backwards so fast she nearly trips over her own feet. Good. Jake refocuses on Bradley to find him staring at Jake with a frankly unsavory amount of lust considering their audience.
“You can buy me a drink first. Do you know the bar on Oldwin?”
“I can find it,” Bradley tells him. The eagerness in his tone is music to Jake’s ears. It’s going to be a fucking disappointment if Bradley’s a lousy lay.
“Then meet me there. Eight o’clock,” Jake says, even though it’s fucking hours away. Even though he wants it right the fuck now. Then, on a whim, “Don’t shower.”
Bradley swears fervently and looks for all the world like he wants to get on his knees for Jake right goddamn there. Smirking, Jake turns his head to the side in an effort to breathe in air that isn’t saturated with Bradley’s scent. It feels like he’s drowning, a little, all of his focus narrowed to a point.
“Fuck, okay,” Bradley says. “Eight o’clock, bar on Oldwin.”
“Good boy,” Jake purrs for the way it makes heat flash in Bradley’s eyes, his mouth dropping open. Fuck, this is going to be fun. Jake turns and starts to walk away, practically prowling he’s so pleased with himself. The crowd parts for him just like it did for Bradley, the local omegas every bit as eager for Jake’s attention the same way they always are.
“Wait,” Bradley calls, “I didn’t get your name!”
Over his shoulder Jake shouts, “You’ve gotta earn that.”
–
As soon as Jake gets back to his apartment he regrets making their date so late in the goddamn day.
There’s a method to his madness, though, and it comes in the form of lots of lube and the thickness of his fingers pressing up inside of his body. He groans and spreads his legs more, wrist rubbing against the fat swell of his dick as he screws three fingers into his hole. He’s avoiding his prostate but he’s right on the precipice anyway, Bradley’s scent alone enough to make his cock throb and drool precome into his fucking bellybutton.
It’s been months since Jake’s been fucked and even longer since someone gave it to him good and hard like he wants. Bradley looks like he’d be more than up to the challenge, strong enough to hold Jake down and make him take it. Whining, Jake fucks his fingers in deeper and spreads them wide.
Alphas aren’t known for their patience at the best of times, let alone when it comes to prepping someone who doesn’t naturally produce their own lube. Jake’s doing Bradley a favor by taking care of it himself.
Jake tries to keep his mind blank like he has for the last half hour, as far away from thoughts involving Bradley’s thighs or arms or mouth, eminently kissable beneath the travesty on his top lip. Jake doesn’t think about the potential thickness of Bradley’s cock, or the way his hands are probably rough from swinging that damn axe, or whether or not he’ll want to knot Jake –
Grunting, Jake barely withdraws his fingers in time, his cock giving an almighty kick against his abs.
Jake’s only let an alpha knot him once and it was… fuck. An overwhelming fullness like he hasn’t felt before or since, stretching him nearly further than he could take. It was terrifying and goddamn perfect, rubbing against his sensitive insides until he came without a hand on his dick. As good as it was, it requires a kind of vulnerability that Jake doesn’t often entertain even with his semi-regular hookups.
Once the urge to come ebbs he strokes three fingers over his hole again before he sinks them inside, testing the give. Unless Bradley’s seriously packing Jake’s stretched enough that it should help to expedite things, giving them what they both want quicker. Withdrawing his fingers, Jake wipes them on a towel and stands, walking into the bathroom on slightly bowed legs to flick the shower on.
Washing the precome and lube off of his skin, he hisses out a breath as he skates a hand over his half hard dick. Will Bradley listen to him and not get clean himself? Jake fucking hopes so. Bradley’s just about the best thing he’s ever smelled and from the way he beelined for Jake, Jake doesn’t smell too bad to Bradley either.
Jake whistles a tune the entire time he gets ready. He doesn’t do much to his hair and stays away from cologne, not wanting to do anything to muddy his scent. There’s no trimming of hair necessary, his chest hair tidy and the thatch of his pubes neat from the last time he cleaned things up, framing the thickness of his cock nicely. The light catches on the gold chain he always wears as Jake brushes and flosses his teeth.
He keeps his outfit simple: dark wash denim that hugs him like a lover over white briefs and a tight black tee, paired with his usual boots. He foregos his Stetson because he doesn’t need it. The classics are classic for a reason and Jake knows that he looks fucking good.
Now he’s just got to wait and see just how much Bradley’s going to appreciate it.
–
The lot is nearly full when Jake parks, Saturday revelers out to have a good time, the impending thunderstorm edging closer and sharpening every scent. As he gets out of his truck he looks around with his nose in the air trying to work out which car belongs to Bradley –
There. It’s a baby blue Ford Bronco, old and well loved and so saturated with Bradley’s scent that it sends Jake’s blood buzzing through his veins. It’s quarter to eight; Bradley’s early. It bodes well for the rest of their evening if Bradley’s so determined to do this thing with Jake.
The bar is bursting with people, the music loud and pulsing, the conversations just as noisy. It’s impossible to locate Bradley based on his scent with so much around to confuse things, so Jake relies on his eyes instead and locates Bradley at the bar itself, getting drinks. He’s wearing a white shirt still but it’s hard to say if it's the same one as earlier, his overalls replaced by light wash denim that clings to his ass tantalizingly as he leans forward to be heard by the bartender.
Jake pushes through the crowd and sidles up to Bradley just as two shots of clear liquid are put in front of him. Taking one, Jake knocks it back and welcomes the warmth the tequila brings. “You’re early!” he shouts.
“And you’re gorgeous!” Bradley shouts back.
Smirking, Jake tugs a blessedly empty stool closer and sits down on it. It exaggerates their height difference nicely and Jake parts his knees, inviting Bradley to step between them without words. Bradley does.
“You’re gonna have to work harder than that to get my name!” Jake shouts. Bradley folds over him and all at once Jake finds himself surrounded by Bradley’s goddamn scent again, so delicious he parts his lips to take it in better. His cock swells in his jeans, fucking Pavlovian.
“See, I don’t think I am,” Bradley tells him, mouth brushing the sensitive shell of Jake’s ear. Like he doesn’t give a single shit where they are and who might care to protest, Bradley places his hand on Jake’s left leg just above his knee and drags it firmly upwards until it’s resting high on his thigh. Jake stays as still as he can, fighting the urge to spread his legs for it.
“Why’s that?” he asks.
Bradley laughs and moves his hand up further, thumb sweeping over the head of Jake’s cock firmly. “Because you’re playing hard to get like you weren’t dripping for it as much as any omega.”
Christ. Jake laughs harshly so he doesn’t whine, fucking thrilled that Bradley’s got his number so easily.
“Where are you staying?” he asks, hips shifting up into Bradley’s touch. Bradley exerts more pressure with his thumb and Jake chokes on air, holding himself tense as Bradley moves it back and forth over his cockhead, rubbing. Jake’s so hard and his cock has nowhere to go, straining in the confines of his jeans. He is leaking.
“Speak up, sweetheart, it’s loud in here,” Bradley says, the fucking liar. He’s hanging off of Jake’s every goddamn word.
Rolling his hips up shamelessly, Jake grins with all of his teeth. “I said, where are you staying.”
“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink first.”
It’s just vaguely mocking, like Bradley’s thinks he’s got Jake right where he wants him. Jake reaches for Bradley’s untouched shot of tequila and downs it. “Well, now I need you to do your best to breed me.”
It’s a direct goddamn hit: Bradley’s cheeks darken, his mouth drops open, and his scent swells sharply enough that Jake can smell it even without Bradley in his space, over a hundred other people in the room. “Fuck. What’s your name, sweetheart? Tell me that and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
Jake’s first instinct is to resist and Bradley’s mustache twitches with a smile like he can tell. He’s fucking rubbing at Jake’s cock in earnest now, fingers kneading at the head while his palm presses down on his shaft. Anyone could be watching them and Jake can’t find it within himself to care. “You’re giving me awfully high expectations.”
“I’ll meet every goddamn one,” Bradley assures him. The thing is, Jake believes him.
“It’s Jake.”
Bradley’s smile is brilliant, the absence of his hand on Jake’s cock so sudden that Jake gasps. “Was that so hard?” he asks. Jake snorts out a laugh and Bradley’s grin gets a half inch wider. “I’m staying ten minutes away. You gonna let me drive you, Jake?”
The arousal and tequila are both going to Jake’s head slightly. For once in his life Jake decides to be amenable. “Sure.”
Jake hops down from the stool and makes his way through the crowd, trusting Bradley to follow him. The night air is a balm when Jake steps out into it and he takes in a greedy breath, senses overwhelmed by the crush of omegas and alphas.
“Jake.”
He turns and looks up the bare inch it takes him to make eye contact with Bradley. Out here it’s easy to tell that he listened to Jake, the faint tang of sweat and sun layered over his scent. “Yes?”
Bradley curls a big hand around the side of Jake’s neck and tips his head up for a kiss that Jake has to fight not to moan into. Rubbing his thumb over the scent gland in Jake’s neck exactly as proprietary as he was with Jake’s cock, Bradley ignores Jake’s answering growl and licks into his mouth like he’s trying to stake a claim.
It’s a fucking good kiss even before Bradley pulls back to tug at Jake’s spit-slick lower lip with a smirk. “You taste as good as you smell.”
“I can assure you I feel even better,” Jake murmurs, nipping at Bradley’s mouth with sharp teeth. Laughing, Bradley retrieves his keys and leads Jake to the Bronco, exactly as he expected. The cab is saturated with Bradley’s scent and what little of Jake’s blood that hasn’t yet made the journey reroutes south, his pulse throbbing in his cock as he does up his seatbelt.
Bradley’s so fucking smug it borders on insufferable, gaze on Jake molten as he throws the truck into reverse and tears out of the lot with purpose, driving in a relaxed sprawl with one hand on the wheel. It’s as fucking hot as it is infuriating and Jake can’t abide Bradley thinking he’s got the upper hand here. If it means employing dirty tactics, Jake’s happy to do it.
It’s summer, so the sun hasn’t yet finished its descent, traffic intermittent around them. Jake’s had better ideas than popping the button on his jeans and pulling down the zipper, but when Bradley snaps his head to the side to watch as Jake draws his cock out of his briefs, he can’t remember a single one.
“Eyes on the road, Bradley,” Jake warns. He spreads his legs as much as he can with the fabric of his jeans hampering his movements and fists his dick, moving his hand nice and slow. There’s enough precome for him to spread around and Jake sighs, rocking his hips up to fuck his cock through his fist.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Bradley groans.
Jake can smell the burst of Bradley’s arousal so clearly he may as well have felt the pulse of precome over his tongue. Grinning, Jake keeps on jerking himself off, tightening his grip on every upstroke. This is just about the dirtiest thing he’s ever done where someone other than the person he’s trying to fuck could see and it’s doing it for him in a big way, his cock jerking, precome pearling along his slit.
“You did this to me,” Jake points out. For the moment he’s not in a rush, the movement of his hand languid.
It’s a good thing that Bradley’s inattention means he’s taken his foot off of the gas slightly, or he might be in danger of sending them off the road. He keeps flicking his eyes out of the windshield for half a second before zeroing in on the movement of Jake’s hand all over again, undeniable hunger writ in the darkness of his eyes and the flush of his cheeks. He’s swallowing compulsively like his mouth keeps flooding with saliva and fuck, Jake wants to feel Bradley’s throat squeezing around him.
He knows he’s got a nice cock, eight inches, thick, curved. From the way Bradley’s staring at it, Jake thinks that Bradley would be more than on board with being on the receiving end of it, an idea he files away for after he’s gotten what he wants. If there’s a benevolent god somewhere, Bradley’s going to be around for a while and they can make a regular thing of this, provided he’s as capable as Jake’s hoping.
“Traffic light,” Jake points out helpfully, working his hand faster. He’s been keeping a weather eye on the time; they’ve been driving for just on five minutes and he dearly hopes that Bradley was accurate in his estimations because suddenly Jake’s right on the goddamn edge and more than ready to tumble over it, whether Bradley decides to play a part in the doing or not.
Bradley hits the brakes and the Bronco grinds to a halt just past the line, their seatbelts snapping taut. They’ve got cars on either side of them, thankfully at a lower ride height than Bradley’s truck, traffic moving on steadily in front of them. It’s a big intersection on a Saturday night, so they could be here a while. Taking that as an open invitation, Bradley reaches over and knocks Jake’s hand off of his dick to replace it with his own.
“Fuck,” Jake moans at the first perfect pull of Bradley’s hand. His palm is hot, calluses catching on the sensitive skin of Jake’s shaft just right. Watching his every reaction, Bradley moves his hand faster, experimenting with his grip until he’s satisfied with the noises Jake’s making. Jake’s fucking leaking precome, the sound of Bradley’s hand working him over noisy even over the faint sound of the radio.
“God, listen to that,” Bradley pants, continuing to split his attention between Jake’s cock in his fist and the flow of traffic around them, waiting for the light to go green. “Fucking filthy. So wet for me, sweetheart.”
Jake grips the grab handle above his door like it’s the only thing holding him in his seat, thrusting up into Bradley’s hand harshly enough that the entire fucking truck is rocking. Bradley applies pressure to the base of his cock, rubbing a thumb over where Jake’s knot would swell. It sends pleasure arcing through Jake’s body, white hot. “Yes, yes, yes –”
Bradley squeezes harshly around the swollen head of Jake’s dick and he comes with a guttural moan. It flows over Bradley’s fist to land on Jake’s shirt, his pants, fucking everywhere. The light goes green and Bradley lets go of Jake’s still twitching cock and plants his foot on the gas, sending them hurtling across the intersection. Come keeps seeping out of Jake’s slit to slide hotly down his shaft and over his balls, aftershocks leaving him panting.
Laughing breathlessly, Jake spreads his legs and rocks his hips up, his half hard cock twitching. It’s impossible to soften all of the way when Jake can smell Bradley all around him, arousal so thick that he can taste it.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Bradley groans, amusement coloring the words. ”Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jake grins and slants a glance at where Bradley’s white knuckling the steering wheel with his clean hand. The bulge of his cock in his jeans is obscene, thick enough that Jake’s hole clenches around nothing. Bradley could have wiped his hand off on his shirt and hasn’t.
There’s a motel up the road. Jake checks the clock: exactly ten minutes, the way Bradley’s speeding now more than making up for the slow way he drove when Jake first got his dick out. Bradley peels into the lot and Jake moves to tuck himself away, not in the mood to give the neighbors a show.
“Don’t.”
Jake’s cock twitches again. He’s got a good idea of what Bradley might want and he’s happy to give it to him. Bradley parks, throws off his seatbelt, leans over the center console, and doesn’t disappoint: he grips Jake’s dick around the base and lowers his mouth down onto him, silken heat. Gasping, Jake tips his head back and rocks up into it.
Bradley moans and pulls off wetly, tilting his head to the side as he tongues Jake clean. Hand working around Jake’s shaft, Bradley urges him back to full hardness, suckling at the flared crown of Jake’s cock. He’s moaning for it, shameless, and it should hurt so soon after coming but it doesn’t. Fuck, it really doesn’t; Jake just wants more. Fisting a hand in the curls at the back of Bradley’s head, Jake exerts just enough pressure to encourage him down all the way.
“Fuuuuck,” Jake moans as Bradley goes beautifully, throat fluttering around the head of Jake’s cock as he breathes in harshly through his nose. He’s not straining against the force of Jake’s hand at all, the scent of precome getting sharper in the air. “Oh, that’s nice.”
Jake loosens his grip and Bradley pulls back but not off. Anyone could walk by and see them, Bradley’s head bobbing over Jake's lap much harder to explain away than a handjob at a traffic light. Jake’s never been this guy, but he doesn’t think he’s ever been this turned on before, either.
The wet sucking sounds of Bradley’s mouth aren’t doing anything to discourage him, spit and come and fucking fresh precome slicking Jake’s shaft. Tightening his hold on Bradley’s hair, Jake gives a handful of thrusts up into Bradley’s mouth.
The fucking sound of it, christ, it’s going to haunt Jake when this is over. He hauls Bradley off of his dick, mesmerized by the pearly string of saliva that hangs between Bradley’s swollen mouth and the flushed-dark head of his cockhead for a moment before it snaps. “Come here,” Jake pants, tugging Bradley up until he can crush their mouths together.
He sucks the taste of his own come off of Bradley’s tongue, shivering when it makes Bradley moan. Bradley’s generating so much heat it’s a wonder that the windows aren’t fogging up. Jake’s never wanted someone’s dick in him so badly in his entire goddamn life, and that’s before he blindly reaches out to curl his hand around the shape of it in Bradley’s jeans, thick and tempting. “Want it?” Bradley asks him, sucking a kiss against Jake’s jaw.
“The whole goddamn day,” Jake agrees.
“Well,” Bradley pants, his cock kicking beneath Jake’s touch, “unless you want to sit on it here.”
Jake takes his hand off of Bradley at the implied suggestion and laughs, scrubbing his hands down his face. He kind of does want to, is the thing. The only reason he doesn’t tell Bradley to drop his seat back is because he wants to get arrested slightly less.
Tucking his cock away when he’s as hard as he was before coming isn’t the easiest task. There’s no fucking way Jake’s going to be able to pull up his zipper let alone do up the button on his jeans; tugging his shirt down will have to do. It’s not like Bradley’s any better, shifting around like he’s trying to relieve pressure on his straining cock. With how they smell there’s not going to be any fooling anyone, anyway, but at least they’re trying.
“Lead the way,” Jake laughs.
–
Jake’s seen nicer motels, but he’s not here for the scenery. Like he agrees, Bradley pins him against the door as soon as it shuts behind them and pulls Jake’s shirt over his head so quickly Jake expects to hear it rip.
“Jesus christ,” Bradley groans, “just look at you.”
He frames Jake’s chest with his big hands, squeezing. Jake smirks and pushes into the touch, swearing under his breath when Bradley scratches short nails through his chest hair and plucks at his nipples. Bending over, Bradley gets his mouth on them, sucking harshly. Jake’s hips jolt forward and as much as he’s enjoying it, it’s not what he’s here for. He finds the strength to push Bradley back and away. “Take your fucking clothes off.”
Giving Jake a broad grin, Bradley reaches behind his head and tugs off his white tee. The fucking body on him, christ. He’s rocking a faint farmer’s tan, nipples brown and pebbling under the combination of Jake’s gaze and the cool air of the A/C. They push their pants down in tandem with one another, hastily kicking off their shoes. Bradley’s briefs are halfway down his hips, the thick head of his dick poking free, rosy and wet. It’s obvious even through the fabric of his underwear that Bradley’s goddamn proportionate, big balls, fat cock, long. Bigger than Jake, but not by much.
Four fingers might have been better.
Jake skins out of his briefs and has the satisfaction of watching Bradley swallow heavily, no less into Jake’s cock now that he’s had it in his hand and felt it heavy on his tongue. Advancing on Bradley, Jake places a hand squarely on his chest and shoves him back onto the bed.
Here’s where it usually gets difficult, the other alpha refusing to follow direction, protesting at every turn.
Bradley doesn’t do either of those things and it’s easy to see why: he’s just as confident on his back for Jake as he is swinging an axe. It’s fucking sexy and Jake covers Bradley’s body with his own, kissing him harshly. Immediately Bradley’s hands land on his ass and squeeze, fingers dipping in between Jake’s cheeks like they belong there as he kisses Jake back for all he’s worth. Wrenching himself from Bradley’s grip when the need to breathe becomes too urgent, Jake moves down the bed until he can bury his face in between Bradley’s legs just he was imagining earlier.
He moans, lips catching against the fabric of Bradley’s underwear. It’s all of the best parts of Bradley’s scent magnified and Jake feels half crazed for it, nosing down to Bradley’s balls and inhaling deeply, his mouth flooding with saliva.
“Fuck, Jake, baby,” Bradley groans, rocking his hips up into Jake’s face. “You like it that much, huh?”
“You’ve got no goddamn idea.”
Hooking his fingers underneath Bradley’s waistband, Jake tugs his briefs down and off, reclaiming his position without anything in the way. Bradley spreads his legs for it and Jake smirks as he licks over Bradley’s balls and kisses at the base of his cock, sucking the loose skin where Bradley’s knot will form into his mouth.
“Oh, my God,” Bradley moans. Jake gets it. He knows exactly how sensitive it feels, how goddamn good. Rubbing his fingers over the spit-damp skin, he kisses up Bradley’s swollen shaft and gives his weeping slit a kitten lick. He means to keep moving but fuck, Bradley tastes just as fucking good as he smells, rich and warm.
With a hand firm on Bradley’s stomach, Jake sucks the fat head of Bradley’s cock into his mouth and tongues at it, precome blurting into his mouth. He keeps his half lidded eyes on Bradley’s face as he does it, basking in the heat of Bradley’s gaze. Moving his mouth over Bradley’s cock wetly, Jake never sinks down more than an inch, suckling at his mouthful.
“Shit,” Bradley swears, “sweetest goddamn mouth I’ve ever had.”
Damn straight, Jake thinks. He wants to swallow Bradley down until his nose is buried in his pubes. Instead, he lets Bradley slip from his mouth and lays sucking kisses on the inside of his strong thighs, welcoming the fingers Bradley cards through his hair as he lays down his own scent where he hopes no one else will find it. Jake bites at the thin skin of Bradley’s hips, noses up his treasure trail, and tongues at the small patch of his chest hair. The taste of sweat and leather and spice make him groan, Bradley arching gorgeously beneath him.
“You could have had any omega you wanted today,” Jake tells Bradley unnecessarily, biting at one of his nipples. Bradley flinches and then presses into it, moaning.
“Wasn’t interested in easy,” he tells Jake, laughing. “Fuck, wanted to spread you open on my cock as soon as I caught your scent.”
Squeezing at Bradley’s solid waist with both hands, Jake grins and lays sucking kisses from Bradley’s chest to his left armpit. Swearing, Bradley raises his arms above his head, turning his face to watch Jake nose into the short hair. It’s impossible to resist having a taste, his tongue laving over the sensitive skin. Bradley makes a strangled noise somewhere between a laugh and a moan so Jake does it again, dragging his tongue all the way up to the underside of Bradley’s bicep and biting down. It’s not going to leave a lasting mark but it still makes a happy rumble build in Jake’s chest anyway, his cock throbbing between his legs.
Jake’s fucking lightheaded, cock dripping precome onto the sheets. How can he not be, when Bradley’s letting him scent mark him so thoroughly? Jake’s going to leave here smelling like Bradley just like Bradley’s not going to be able to shower Jake off of him for days.
Reaching up to grip Bradley’s hair, Jake tilts his head to the side and presses biting kisses along the column of his neck. Bradley growls and bucks beneath him, one of his hands coming down to grip tightly at the back of Jake’s own neck. He tugs without force, muscles straining like he can’t decide whether or not to let Jake lay his teeth so close to where a mating bite would go.
“So why don’t you?” Jake asks, sucking a mark behind Bradley’s ear and then rubbing his stubbled cheek against the front of Bradley’s throat, Bradley tilting his head back to let him.
“Why don’t I what?” Bradley groans, the thread of the conversation lost to him already.
Jake grins and pulls away from Bradley’s neck to stare down at him. “Spread me open on your cock.”
The room spins, aided by Jake’s arousal and the two shots of tequila coursing through his veins, until he finds himself on his back. There’s barely time to blink up at the ceiling before Bradley picks him up clear off of the bed and encourages him to flip over, the sheets rough over Jake’s cock for a moment as Bradley works on haling him up onto his knees. Jake laughs shakily as he settles because christ, Bradley isn’t that much bigger than him but he’s fucking strong. The bed shifts as Bradley moves away, hands skating across the muscles of Jake’s back.
Looking over his shoulder at Bradley, Jake dips his spine into a deep arch and widens his stance, everything there for Bradley to see. Bradley groans and wraps a hand around his own cock to squeeze tightly at the base. “God. You know exactly what you look like, don’t you?” he asks roughly.
“I have some idea,” Jake drawls. He collapses forward and reaches between his legs, tugging at his cock with two fingers. “Are you really gonna make me wait?”
“I was considering making you beg,” Bradley muses. Jake snorts out a laugh; fat chance of that. “Maybe another time.”
Before Jake can appropriately react to the promise of the words, Bradley’s moving closer. Gripping Jake’s ass, Bradley spreads his cheeks and swears, biting at his lip. Then he gathers the saliva in his mouth and lets it drip down directly onto Jake’s hole, hot and wet.
“Oh fuck,” Jake moans, straining to watch as his cock drools more precome over his fingers and onto the sheets. Smirking, Bradley rubs his spit into Jake’s hole with the wide pad of his thumb before he dips it inside and tugs, holding Jake open as he spits on Jake’s hole again. Bradley dips his thumb into Jake’s hole completely this time, only to freeze with an awestruck look on his face.
“Baby,” Bradley groans. “Did you open yourself up for me?”
Jake nods, thin pillow bunching up underneath his face, and pushes back into Bradley’s hands. “Thought it’d be faster.”
Bradley makes a noise that isn’t quite a growl and Jake rumbles back at him in response, instincts prickling. Withdrawing his thumb, Bradley replaces it with two fingers that sink inside of Jake with virtually no resistance, aided only by his spit. His fingers are thicker than Jake’s, no way of predicting the way they’re going to move. Jake fucking loves it. “So goddamn hot,” Bradley mutters. “How many fingers?”
“Three,” Jake tells him. Bradley laughs and tugs his fingers free of Jake’s hole.
“Yeah, that’s not going to cut it.”
He gets off of the bed briefly to rifle around in a bag Jake didn’t notice - he’s barely looked at the room since he stepped through the door - and emerges with a half empty bottle of lube. Getting back behind Jake, Bradley slicks his fingers generously and nudges them up against Jake’s hole before he fucks two of them inside to the second knuckle, easier going with lube to guide them. Jake shivers, his nerves sparking. “More.”
Bradley takes him at his word, pulling them out only to feed three fingers into Jake in the very next breath. It’s more, alright. Eyelashes goddamn fluttering against the tops of his cheekbones, Jake moans for it with his mouth open and presses back for more, greedy. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bradley croons.
It’s a fucking relief that he’s not nice about it, that he isn’t going gentle like Jake’s some delicate omega. No, Bradley trusts Jake to know his own body and what he wants: he thrusts his fingers inside of Jake and spreads them, making room. The first deliberate nudge against Jake’s prostate sends him an inch up the bed, pleasure jolting through him. “Ah!”
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Bradley soothes. “Let me give you what you need.”
Jake does need it, but the longer this goes on the more he thinks that Bradley might be the only person who can give it to him exactly like this, finger fucking him hard and fast while keeping Jake in place with a firm hand on the back of his shoulder. Jake’s never given it up this easily for another alpha before, if this can be called easy. Maybe it’s Bradley’s scent, or the way he bends over Jake to kiss whatever skin he can reach as he gets him ready. Whatever it is, Jake wants more of it.
“More?” Bradley asks, like he can hear Jake’s thoughts. “Because you’re going to need it. How long has it been, huh, since you’ve let someone do this?”
“If you want me to say you’re the first, it’s gonna be a lie,” Jake laughs, arching his back and groaning when Bradley rubs over his prostate.
Bradley nips at the thin skin of Jake’s ribs and then rubs his cheek over the ache, his turn to scent mark. He withdraws his fingers to coat them in more lube, returning to Jake’s hole with four fingers pressing in. Over Jake’s overwhelmed keen, Bradley says, “I’d settle for being the last.”
Heat floods Jake’s cheeks; his cock kicks heavily, precome hanging suspended above the sheets before it connects. “Fucking hell,” he laughs. It’s such a goddamn line, the kind of thing nearly every alpha loves to trot out in the middle of rut. This isn’t that, but Bradley’s got to be talking shit. “I’m already a sure thing.”
Bradley laughs warmly and fucks his fingers inside of Jake with purpose, curling them like he’s making space for himself. He’s being overcautious, thorough, taking longer with prep than Jake would have expected him to. It’s driving Jake goddamn insane, body nearly overwhelmed with pleasure. “So fucking hot inside, sweetheart. Can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Then do it,” Jake growls, patience worn down to nothing. It’s better that they’re doing it like this, with Jake on his hands and knees, because it means that Bradley can only hear his desperation, not see it. If Bradley makes good on his intention to get Jake to beg, Jake can’t promise he won’t bite.
Bradley swears and withdraws his fingers, leaving Jake empty. Reaching for the lube, Bradley slicks his hand and then wraps it around his cock. Jake watches his forearm flex, eyes hungry on the flushed-dark crown as it appears and disappears in the circle of Bradley’s fist. He hopes that Bradley hasn’t wasted all of his stamina on foreplay. Jake does what he can to spread his legs, so goddamn ready to feel Bradley fucking inside.
Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, Bradley rubs the swollen head over Jake’s hole. Jake’s in danger of biting through his lip, entire body tingling with need. Like he’s determined to tease them both, Bradley slaps his dick against Jake’s hole and moans shakily when it flutters against him.
“Bradley,” Jake groans lowly, so close to dumping Bradley onto his back so he can sit on his cock already.
Laughing tightly, Bradley nudges his cock against Jake’s hole and then presses in, that first inch every bit as big as it had felt in Jake’s mouth. It’s so fucking good that Jake chokes on a gasp when Bradley immediately pulls out to massage Jake’s hole with the head of his cock. “Still so fucking tight for me,” Bradley growls. He exerts enough pressure to sink inside of Jake and grabs two handfuls of his ass, spreading him wide like he wants to get the best view. “Fuck, look at that.”
Rocking his hips, Bradley plunges the first few inches of his cock into Jake. Withdrawing, he does it again, sinking in slightly deeper. Jake moans for it, eyes clenched shut, his cock leaking precome in the loose grip of his hand. Bradley feels huge inside of him and it’s not like Jake’s body is built for this, no matter how much he wants Bradley to fill him to the hilt right now. Holding Jake open on just the head of his dick, Bradley swears and rolls his hips forward in a handful of shallow thrusts, like he’s getting Jake used to it.
“Harder,” Jake insists.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for harder,” Bradley says.
Jake’s got no goddamn leverage with his face smushed into the sheets. Hauling himself upright, he braces a hand on the shitty headboard and pushes back, sinking another couple of inches onto Bradley’s cock. Over Bradley’s thready moan, Jake says, “Yes, I am.”
Bradley laughs and Jake looks over his shoulder at him, grinning. “God, that’s so hot,” Bradley says, eyes dark on where they’re joined together. He gives Jake a few teasing thrusts before he stills his hips, admirable control when he’s got to be hurting. “Gonna fuck yourself on it?”
Heat flooding through him, Jake swears and works himself over Bradley’s cock. Bradley’s cock is thicker than his own, the flared head rubbing inside of Jake just right. Taking his hand off of his own dick, Jake grabs the headboard with both hands and pushes back with more force, half of Bradley’s cock sinking inside of him. “Fuck,” he almost slurs, “fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
“You don’t feel so bad yourself,” Bradley says tightly, kneading at Jake’s ass with big hands. “It’s like you’re trying to milk me, fuck.”
This is nice. Any other day it might even be enough to get Jake off, but today is not that day. He needs to feel Bradley filling him up, needs to be fucked hard and fast and deep. “Thought you were gonna meet my expectations,” he pants. “What happened to that? Do you make your omegas do all the work, too?”
Bradley growls and snaps his hips forward, pushing the air out of Jake’s lungs. Shifting his grip to Jake’s hips, Bradley hauls him back until Jake’s stuffed full of his cock, nowhere to go. Bradley feels as big as he looks, thick and unyielding and goddamn perfect. Jake nearly faceplants into the sheets, swearing a blue streak. There’s no denying that he likes it, his cock wet with precome, straining up towards his abs.
“This what you wanted, sweetheart?” Bradley grinds forward, pressure against Jake’s prostate making him whine. “My cock so deep you can choke on it?”
Jake grins sharply even as he shivers, reaching down to wrap a hand around his own cock again. It twitches in his hand, sensitive. “You know it is. I don’t do this for just anyone,” he tells Bradley, emphasizing what he means by clenching deliberately around Bradley’s length. “Are you gonna show me that you’re worth the trouble?”
“Fuck, baby, I can do that,” Bradley promises, his scent spiking with pleasure as his hands tighten bruisingly on Jake’s hips. He pulls out until just the head of his cock is holding Jake open then slides home hard, his balls slapping against Jake’s ass. Jake moans for it shakily, vision growing hazy when Bradley does it again, and again, thrusts picking up speed.
None of the strength that Bradley displayed up on the log splitting stage had been for show, that much is fucking clear.
The force behind his thrusts nudges Jake up the bed, the sound of their bodies meeting filthy thanks to the amount of lube Bradley used and the way that he’s leaking precome. It’s exactly what Jake wanted and he does what he can to meet Bradley thrust for thrust, the helpless little hurt noises he can’t swallow back only serving to encourage Bradley to fuck him harder. Bradley’s getting so fucking deep, near constant pressure against Jake’s prostate that has a feverish litany of please please please falling from his lips.
It’s not a surprise when Bradley’s knot starts to swell a handful of minutes later, nudging against Jake’s rim but never quite catching. Fuck, Jake wants it so badly, even though he can’t stop his instinctive growl when Bradley’s next thrust forces it inside.
Bradley moans harshly but instead of continuing to fuck forward, instead of making Jake take it, he pulls out entirely.
It rips a dismayed sound from Jake’s throat and turns to see Bradley with his head tipped back, eyes clenched shut tightly as his hand works furiously over his cock. Every time his fist bumps against the swell of his knot, Bradley’s hips jump forward, chasing the phantom tightness of Jake’s hole. Desire clenches tightly in Jake’s gut. It would be easier to let Bradley come hotly over where he’s puffy and stretched open, but it turns out that Jake’s not interested in easy, either.
The movement of Jake shifting onto his back forces Bradley’s eyes to open. The hunger in his gaze is almost enough to have Jake tilting his chin up to bare his neck, his cock blurting precome onto his abs. Jake grabs one of the crappy pillows and shoves it beneath his hips. “Fuck, give it to me. I can take it,” Jake tells him, no fucking idea if it’s true when Bradley’s knot is as proportionate as the rest of him, not yet swollen all of the way.
Jake’s hole is gaping around nothing, fucked wide by Bradley’s cock. Reaching down between his legs, Jake sinks four of his fingers inside easily. Bradley’s cock jerks in his grip before he lets go in favor of pushing Jake’s thighs wide, his eyes trained on Jake’s fingers fucking inside of his hole. “You’re sure?”
Bradley’s cock hangs fat and heavy between his legs, his balls full and drawn up tight. Jake pulls his fingers out of himself and nods. “Yes, yes, come on,” he breathes out.
Swearing, Bradley guides himself back inside of Jake’s hole and collapses over him, claiming Jake’s mouth in a biting kiss as he grinds forward. At first, Bradley’s knot doesn’t catch. Jake whines and parts his legs around Bradley’s hips, body a wanton arch. Panting into Jake’s mouth, Bradley pulls out as much as he can and thrusts into him hard. This time his knot catches and pops past Jake’s rim, spreading him an inch wider.
Without a hand on his dick, Jake comes messily in between their stomachs.
Now he is milking Bradley, hole rhythmically clenching as pearly white ropes paint his treasure trail, his chest hair, over one of his nipples, in the hollow of his fucking throat. Bradley does what he can to fuck Jake through it. Jake’s got no goddamn idea how Bradley’s holding off. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, please –”
With a deep growl that makes Jake’s scalp tingle, Bradley grinds into him harshly as his cock jerks, sending a heavy pulse of come inside of Jake. Bradley's knot swells even more to seal them together, stretching Jake so wide he sees stars. Bradley kisses his slack mouth, his cheek, his jaw, teeth catching behind Jake’s ear and over his pulse point, so close to the sensitive place where a mating bite would lie that Jake can’t help but keen.
Bradley keeps fucking forward, his cock continuing to twitch as he pumps Jake full. Jake’s fucking sloppy with it, hole making a lewd sucking sound with every shift of Bradley’s hips. Jake laughs tiredly and clenches around Bradley, drawing him back up for a proper kiss with a firm hand in Bradley’s hair. Bradley fucks his tongue inside of Jake’s mouth, moaning as Jake cards his fingers through his curls.
Alphas can’t purr, not really, but Jake’s doing his closest approximation of it, fucking blissed out. Bradley tastes like him, smells like him, and Jake knows he’s not faring any better.
“Good?” Bradley asks.
Jake bites at his bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a pop. “I’m not letting you leave this room.”
Bradley’s smile is incandescent, his eyes half lidded. He wears pleasure well, fucking gorgeous, eyes falling shut when Jake rubs at the muscles of his neck. Bradley lets out a contented rumble and Jake’s cock gives a feeble kick in between their stomachs, not all of the way soft. “Ruined you for everyone else, have I?” Bradley jokes, gazing down at him.
“Hmm,” Jake says, turning his head to bare his neck just slightly, grinning when it makes Bradley’s breath hitch. “Maybe.”
“Fuck,” Bradley breathes out, bending to brush his mouth over the thin skin. He inhales sharply and the rumbling sound in his chest gets louder, his hips shoving forward. His knot hasn’t gone down at all. “Best thing I’ve ever smelled, no fucking contest.”
Jake rewards the compliment by tightening around him again, Bradley’s mouth catching against his skin as he gasps. He presses sucking kisses along the column of Jake’s neck and Jake moans, arching up into him, the closer Bradley’s mouth draws to where it shouldn’t. The atmosphere in the room is heady, over saturated; the bright flash of light that precedes the first roll of thunder feels fucking cosmic. The storm that has been building at the edge of the county all day is finally here, rain hammering down like it might never stop.
It broadens Bradley’s scent over the back of Jake’s tongue and he urges Bradley to bare his own neck with a gentle tug of his hair, groaning when Bradley does without protest.
“We can’t,” Jake says, trusting Bradley to know what he means. Just because it’s not necessarily all that taboo for alphas to fuck each other anymore doesn’t mean people will look the other way if he and Bradley decide to walk around bearing each other’s mark.
“Why not?” Bradley asks, immediately contrary.
Jake laughs and nips at the skin, Bradley’s little growl doing nothing to put him off. Bradley’s curled over him, a soothing hand rubbing the outside of Jake’s thigh; he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. “You don’t know me,” Jake points out.
“I want to,” Bradley says over a threatening roll of thunder, his face illuminated by lightning in the same instant. “Fuck, I want to. Ever since I laid eyes on you.”
“I tend to have that effect on people,” Jake laughs. Bradley growls and grips his chin, kissing him like he’s trying to prove a point. Jake doesn’t have much choice but to let him do it, groaning as Bradley sucks at his tongue. “How long are you even in town for?” he pants against Bradley’s cheek when Bradley’s satisfied enough to pull away.
“Long enough,” Bradley tells him. “Let me take you out. Properly,” he adds when Jake raises an eyebrow at him. “Don’t tell me you can’t feel it.”
Jake can. It’s an insistent tug somewhere deep inside of him like he’s never felt before, and it’s been there in a faint sort of way since the moment he first saw Bradley swing that damn axe. At the bar it grew a foothold, in the Bronco it became more tangible, and now, with Bradley locked inside of him for the indeterminable future, eyes intent on his face, Jake can’t pretend it’s not there. That Bradley can feel it too…
“So what if I can?”
“So everything,” Bradley says with a flash of stubbornness that's so like Jake’s own. “You don’t seem like the type to throw something like this away out of fear.”
Jake bares his teeth at the challenge of the words. It’s poor form to trap him in this conversation and he’s sure he’ll be mad about it when Bradley’s not rubbing against his prostate, cock still just as hard as it was when he first started fucking Jake. “You don’t know me,” Jake snarls. “Don’t make a decision just because I’m sweet on your knot.”
“Hey,” Bradley soothes, his scent blooming warmly around them. It’s a trick meant to calm nervous omegas and heat rushes to Jake’s cheeks that Bradley would try it on him even as his muscles try to relax, his instincts at war. He growls, baring his teeth again, and Bradley just rumbles right back at him, hands squeezing at Jake’s sides. “Hey.”
“Fuck you,” Jake says without as much bite as he would have liked.
“I’d like that,” Bradley tells him with a low laugh, somehow still managing to sound serious. The storm continues to rage on outside. He captures Jake’s mouth in another kiss, groaning when Jake fights him for control. Jake's upper lip is tingling thanks to Bradley’s mustache and Bradley’s in the same boat, probably, red marks from Jake’s stubble littering his body. “Know you’ll feel so fucking good inside of me,” Bradley murmurs into his ear when he breaks the kiss, curling a hand around Jake’s cock.
Jake hisses out a harsh breath, his eyes watering. Three times might be pushing it, outside of rut. Time feels languid and syrupy; he’s got no idea how long he and Bradley have been at this but he knows he doesn’t want it to end, grateful for Bradley’s knot keeping them tied together. It’s a welcome change of topic and Jake takes the out. “Yeah?”
Bradley nods, his hips hitching forward, movement more free now that his knot has gone down a little. They’ve got this for another few minutes at least. “I would’ve been just as happy if you wanted it the other way,” Bradley says, hand moving slowly over Jake’s dick. “You’d make me feel it, wouldn’t you? Fuck, when you held me down on your cock earlier…”
Jake smirks and arches his back, fucking his dick up into Bradley’s hand. “I could smell how wet it made you.”
Bradley groans and kisses him again, tightening his hand over Jake’s cockhead. Jake mewls at the rush of painpleasure, Bradley coaxing a thin string of precome from him. Catching it on his fingers, Bradley brings them up to his mouth for a taste, pink tongue lapping at his fingertips while Jake watches, open mouthed.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Jake laughs. Bradley grins and leans down to get at Jake’s mouth again, swallowing the groan he lets out at the tang of his own precome. Rocking his hips forward like he can’t help it, Bradley’s knot finally tugs free of Jake’s rim. A rush of come follows it and Jake squirms as he moans unsteadily, hole fluttering around the head of Bradley’s cock before that pulls free too.
With firm hands, Bradley guides Jake’s legs away from his hips so he can move down the bed, broad shoulders preventing Jake from drawing his knees together in an effort to hold Bradley’s come inside.
At the sight of Jake’s hole, Bradley swears with feeling. Jake knows what he must look like, swollen and pink, come seeping out to slide wetly between his cheeks. There’s a fuck ton of it, the load Bradley gave him looking for somewhere to go. It’s hard not to love it, to not arch his back and spread his legs, smirking when Bradley swears louder.
“You’re dripping with it,” Bradley groans. He squeezes Jake’s thighs and then drags his fingers through the mess he’s responsible for, rubbing it into Jake’s skin. It’s possessive and primal, Bradley rumbling with satisfaction. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Jake hums consideringly. “Hurt me? No,” he says. “It just –” Bradley brushes the pad of two fingers over the hot furl of Jake’s hole and he nearly folds in half, keening. “Shit. It’s just fucking sensitive. You know what it’s like. The ache.”
Bradley shakes his head. “I’ve never been fucked before.”
“You’ve never –” Jake pulls himself up onto his elbows and stares wonderingly down at Bradley, who’s still looking at his hole. “But you’d let me?” he asks, incredulous. He wasn’t lying when he said Bradley doesn’t know him; it’s a lot of trust to offer up, that first time. Before Bradley, Jake had only given alphas he’s known for years the privilege.
“Yeah,” Bradley says, “I would.”
He presses again at Jake’s hole, tugging him open. Jake feels another trickle of come make its way out of him, Bradley’s mouth parting. Arousal sparking through his veins, Jake clenches his muscles.
“Oh, fuck,” Bradley breathes out shakily when it sends a fat glob of come free of Jake’s hole. With confident fingers Bradley pushes it back inside, Jake’s nerve endings fucking singing. Then Bradley leans forward and seals his mouth over Jake’s hole in a sucking kiss.
“Jesus!”
Bradley’s unrelenting. He muscles closer, shoulders spreading Jake’s thighs wide, his moan vibrating straight to Jake’s core. Staring unseeingly up at the ceiling, Jake writhes as Bradley’s tongue laps at him hotly. His mustache rubbing against the thin skin of Jake’s perineum, Bradley’s talented mouth coaxes Jake’s cock back to life with every filthy lick inside of his hole. Jake fists a hand in Bradley’s hair and hauls him in tighter.
“Fuck, fuck,” Jake whines, mouth hanging open as Bradley slurps and sucks at his hole like a man goddamn possessed, arms wrapped around Jake’s lower body to lift him clear off of the bed. “Ah!”
Bradley drops him back down and christ, Jake feels fucking bereft. “Sorry,” Bradley says, pulling himself upright and sitting back on his heels. Jake gives him a look that he hopes conveys what the hell are you apologizing for and Bradley snorts. His cock stands proudly between his legs, slick with his own come. Bradley fists it and Jake’s gut clenches against the feeling of emptiness the visual prompts.
“How are you still hard?”
“I don’t know,” Bradley groans. “Fuck, it’s just you, I think.”
Jake smirks up at him, dimple popping. Bradley laughs and works his hand over his cock faster. His fucking mustache is dark with spit and come, his cheeks are a deep red, his eyes on Jake liquid. Good sense tells Jake enough is enough, but he figures his legs are unlikely to hold him as it is. Bradley’s the best goddamn lay he’s ever had. What’s a little more?
Laying back, Jake pulls his legs up and smiles sharply. “Come on, then.”
“I might knot you again,” Bradley warns, the way his cock twitches giving away his enthusiasm for the idea.
“Oh no,” Jake says, “it was so awful the first time.”
Bradley snorts out a laugh, moving closer to notch his cockhead against Jake’s swollen hole. He presses into the warm clutch of Jake’s body as slowly and gently as he can but Jake still moans and tries to move away from it at first, his mouth dropping open.
“Fucking hell, you’re so big,” he groans, eyes threatening to close. The fucking noise of it, though. He’s sloppy with come, as slick as any omega would be. With every minute shift of Bradley’s hips Jake’s hole makes that same lewd sucking noise, obscene.
“And you’re still so fucking tight,” Bradley gasps, abs clenching. Jake laughs, clenching around Bradley’s length. Bradley growls like he can't help it and snaps his hips forward, shaft gliding inside of Jake easy as anything. He nudges against Jake’s prostate and Jake whines, tightening his grip underneath his knees.
Bradley folds over him, screwing in deep. Jake tips his head up to be kissed, whimpering at the taste of himself mixed with Bradley’s come when Bradley doesn't hesitate to give him what he wants. With every firm thrust of Bradley’s hips, Jake’s cock twitches between them. It’s overwhelming, so much sensation that Jake wants to press into and away from in the same breath. Bradley’s mouth against his, his hand cupping the back of Jake’s neck, his thick cock spreading Jake wide.
Pulling away from Jake’s mouth to suck in a gasping breath, Bradley leans away and withdraws a little, thrusting back into Jake shallowly. It sends sparks shooting up Jake’s spine and he whimpers, reaching down to curl a hand around his dick. “Yes, like that!”
“Yeah?” Bradley says. He repeats the motion and the world spins around Jake. Tightening his grip over his sensitive dick, Jake nods. Bradley gives it to him, snapping his hips hard and fast, all controlled power and steady breathing just like when he was on the stage cleaving logs in half.
When Jake comes it almost hurts, his balls nearly empty. It trickles over his fingers, barely anything, at odds with the pleasure rocketing through him. He doesn’t protest this time as Bradley pulls out and starts jerking himself off, body spent.
Bradley comes with a growl, hot ropes landing over the backs of Jake’s thighs, his twitching dick, his hole. Bradley prolongs it by rubbing firm fingers over the diminished swell of his knot and if Jake trusted his body to move, he’d get up to suck on it.
Like his strings have been cut, Bradley collapses on the bed beside him when it’s finally over, sweaty and glorious. Jake curves over him and presses a kiss to Bradley’s mouth, a hand loosely curled around the base of his throat. Bradley growls faintly, driven by instinct, and Jake swallows it. He noses at Bradley’s cheek, his jaw, his ear, idle scent marking that Bradley welcomes.
“Housekeeping are gonna hate me.”
They burst into laughter, interrupted only by the contact of their mouths, the sound of the thunderstorm so loud around them that it feels like it’s in the room.
“When can I see you again?” Bradley asks later, when they’ve cleaned up as well as they can and stripped the sheets off of the bed. Jake knows he needs to shower but he doesn’t want to, not yet.
He’s sitting with his back against the headboard - a nice sized dent in the wall behind it, now - with Bradley in between his legs, naked and gorgeous even with his cock soft against the inside of his thigh. Jake’s alternating between playing with Bradley’s hair and kissing along the scars that dot his left shoulder and neck, the skin soft and puckered under his mouth. “Tomorrow, back at the county fair.”
Bradley turns his head to look at him, hazel eyes narrowed in confusion. “What?”
Jake shrugs. “I’m doing the rodeo display. You just fucked a real live cowboy.”
“You’re – you just let me fuck you like that when you’re riding a horse tomorrow?”
Biting the side of Bradley’s neck hard enough to sting but not enough to break the skin, Jake says, “I sure did. Are you gonna come and watch me? I’ll draw a crowd just as big as yours.”
“Oh, will you?” Bradley laughs. “Just how much skill does riding a horse take?”
Jake bites harder, this time, whether Bradley’s just teasing him or not. Bradley growls even as he goes limp, his body knowing what he wants better than his instincts. With a hand curled firmly around Bradley’s jaw, Jake draws him back for a kiss, licking possessively into Bradley’s mouth.
“Wait until you see the outfit, sweetheart,” Jake growls. Bradley moans and presses hungrily into him and Jake grins into the kiss, that unnameable feeling in his gut solidifying even more.
Maybe letting Bradley know him isn’t the worst thing in the world.