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Oh, the night is almost over
Take me back to your bed
All is on my side when you’re on my side
And the time is getting closer
Take me back to your bed
It feels like a lifetime has passed by time Bradley gets the key in his front door and he finally manages to step over the threshold of his own home again. The door unlocks like it always does, swinging open easily, yet everything feels different.
“Are you going to carry me across the threshold?” Jake says from over his shoulder, snapping him effectively out of his melancholy.
Bradley snorts. “Not married, princess.”
He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Jake is rolling his eyes at him. “Not yet, anyway,” he mutters, just loud enough for Bradley to catch. He can’t be bothered to rise to the bait, so he ignores him and walks into the house.
Everything is as he left it; a mug on the coffee table he forgot to wash up, a hoodie on the back of a dining table chair, even a DVD case under the remote ready to go. But it all feels alien to him. Something changed out there, over the ocean. There’s the obvious – having both Jake and Mav back – but more than anything he feels different. Bradley is tired like he hasn’t been in decades, but feeling lighter and clearer as well. Having Jake moving around his house – like no time has passed – helps.
“I should’ve guessed this place would be exactly the same,” Jake says lightly as he bends down to pull his boots off. He lines them up neatly on the shoe rack by the door, filling an empty spot between Bradley’s running shoes and some old docs. Jake comes back over to him and leans into his space and kisses him softly. “You’re not exactly big on change.”
He wraps his arms around Jake’s waist and pulls him closer, enjoying the bulk and warmth of his body pressed against own. Jake can seem almost dainty at times, flying more nimbly than most people, weightless in the air and in the way he moves, but Bradley always revels in how solidly built he is. Jake is strong and immovable, except when he lets Bradley manhandle him, and what’s better than that?
“Why are you complaining? I wouldn’t still be sleeping with you after all this time if I changed my mind all the time,” Bradley says, before kissing him again, and lingering this time.
Jake lets him indulge in the slow, gentle kisses for a few beats, before he shoves at Bradley’s chest and moves further into the house. Bradley knows Jake is right. Barely anything has changed in this house even from when his mom was alive. Most of it is a comfort; this is a home that knows his mother, and sometimes it’s like she’s surrounding him, wrapping him up in the familiar. But now he thinks that maybe it is time for a few changes, ones that’ll suit both the man he is now, as well as Jake. Changing some of the details doesn’t mean he has to lose the soul of the place. They can make it theirs together.
But for now, he watches as Jake noses around the living room and then the kitchen, refamiliarizing himself with the space, and with Bradley. Before, when they were here together the last time, Bradley doesn’t think Jake ever felt at ease here. Or at least he never saw it. He never would’ve been openly snooping through his stuff like this, so Bradley decides to leave him to it. He, on the other hand, is so tired he can barely stand. After taking off his own shoes and kicking their bags out of his immediate eyeline, he flops down onto the couch and relishes the familiar softness. This is one of the things in his house that isn’t going to change, that’s for certain.
Since the mission Bradley hasn’t had a chance to slow down or switch off. Even though all he’s really done is sit around. Sit around in debriefings, sit around in medical, sit around in their bunk, sit around while people yell at him for being an idiot. None of which has been relaxing.
Even with Jake, though the distance and baggage between them has lifted, Bradley hasn’t really been able to relax with him. In their bunk it was just them, but they spent most of that time talking. Trying to figure out who each of them really were. They certainly hadn’t had the time or the space for anything more than a few make out sessions. As much as Bradley enjoys making out like a teenager, he can’t survive on that alone.
For now, he just enjoys his couch, closes his eyes, and listens to the sounds of Jake making himself at home. There’s that need for Jake that’s always there, simmering under his skin, but he can ignore it. At least for a little while.
It doesn’t take long for the couch to dip next to him. Bradley doesn’t open his eyes, but he reaches his hand out to feel for Jake, smiling when a hand closes around his.
“How are you feeling?” Jake asks. Slowly, Bradley opens his eyes to look at him. The afternoon sun is steaming in through the big bay window behind Jake, making him look even more sunkissed than usual. He looks soft and comfortable and is looking down at Bradley in a way that makes his chest ache.
“Tired, but I’m good, why?” he answers honestly.
“Do you want to crash?” Jake prompts, voice turning a little antsy. “Shall I get out of here?”
Bradley frowns, not sure where this energy is suddenly coming from. He rushes to reassure Jake. “No I’m good, I mean it. I want you here. I want to spend some time with you when we’re not surrounded by navy people.”
“Okay. Good,” Jake says. The grin on his face now is nothing short of feral. Bradley’s heart rate starts to climb. “Because there’s something I’ve been thinking about, something I need to say.”
His heart jumps again as a wave of panic hits him. Has he fucked this up already?
“Don’t look so freaked out. I just,” Jake stops himself for a moment, taking a breath and refocusing on Bradley. “I just can’t stop thinking about it. The mission, your run.”
That doesn’t help Bradley’s panic, so he grabs Jake’s hand and squeezes. “I’m good Jake, it’s over.”
“No,” Jake says, frustrated, “that’s not what I’m trying to say. The thing is. It was hot. What you did. I can’t get my head around it actually, how goddamn sexy you were up there.”
“What?” Bradley chokes.
“You made that shot Bradley,” Jake says, deadly serious. His eyes are wide and there’s a faint flush on the high point on his cheekbones. “You did it blind, without a laser. None of us did that in training, I definitely didn’t. I can’t even say for sure I would’ve been able to make it if it came down to it. But you did.”
Bradley feels his own face heat as Jake talks, his passion catching. “You would’ve, if you needed to,” he tries.
Jake shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not. But you did. And you’re so goddamn hot.”
Before Bradley can say anything to that Jake is scrambling into his lap, holding Bradley’s face between his hands, and kissing him soundly. It’s an overwhelming kiss. Jake doesn’t give him any chance for a reprieve, stealing his breath and any protestations. So Bradley goes with it. He gets his hands on Jake’s ass, gripping the generous handful, pulling him forward in a sharp motion. Jake laughs out a startled breath that breaks the kiss.
“Not too tired then?” Jake asks.
“When it comes to you, never.” And he gets his mouth straight back on Jake, where it belongs. Bradley nips at Jake’s jaw as his hands tighten in his hair, then kisses his way down his neck sucking a dark purple mark at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Jake gasps and pulls Bradley in closer, just as he gets his hands up Jake’s shirt. Bradley runs his hands up and down the warm, familiar skin a few times, taking his time to feel the living, breathing man on his lap.
Jake kisses him again, hard. It’s clear from the almost methodical way he deploys all of his tricks that he’s trying to take control of the situation. Bradley smiles into the kiss, letting him have his fun, before abruptly stopping his soft touches and scraping his blunt nails over Jake’s chest instead. He squirms slightly, the only sign Bradley’s touch is affecting him, so he pinches one of Jake’s nipples. Hard. He gets a sharp bite to his bottom lip for his trouble, and a muffled whine. That’s not enough.
“Don’t go quiet on me now Jake,” Bradley says as he pinches him again, “it’s just us now.”
Jake’s forehead presses against his own as he groans. Bradley doesn’t ease up, applying more pressure so he knows Jake’s nipples are going to be red and puffy when he finally gets this stupid shirt off of him. When Jake grinds down again, in that slick, practiced way, that always has Bradley whispering slut desperately in his ear, he can’t take it anymore. For days he’s been trying to ignore how much he needs Jake, and now Bradley is at his breaking point.
“Jake, fuck, we gotta” he starts, “we gotta move. If you want me to fuck you.”
There’s a time and a place for a quick handjob on the couch — or grinding until they come in their pants too desperate to do anything else — but this isn’t that. It’s been too long by far, since Bradley was inside Jake. He needs this.
Jake doesn’t respond at first, instead he dives in for another kiss which Bradley can’t help but get swept up in, chasing him when Jake pulls away. He pushes Bradley’s curls away from his forehead, and presses his thumb on his bottom lip.
And then he’s gone.
There’s a grin on Jake’s face as he pushes off Bradley's lap and heads for the stairs.
“Race you,” he calls.
It’s not fun or graceful to run with a hard on, but Bradley has to make do. Jake is laughing as he goes and it’s infectious. In all honesty he doesn’t mind being the one chasing, if it means he gets to see Jake from behind like this. And Bradley won’t tell him, but Jake is beautiful when he’s cocksure and triumphant, the same way he looks now as he smirks at Bradley and cocks his hip, standing proud at the foot of his bed.
“You win,” Bradley says as he follows him in, stalking closer.
Jake grabs his belt loop as soon as Bradley is within reach. “You don’t look too cut up about it.”
“No losers in this game,” he manages to say before he’s caught up with kissing Jake again. Before he inevitably gets distracted, Bradley pulls back far enough to reach the hem of Jake’s shirt so he can finally get it off. His nipples are pink and peaked just as he thought, and he can’t help but run his hands over Jake’s chest. But as soon as Jake huffs a laugh Bradley remembers the game plan and shoves him lightly so he falls back onto the bed.
Jake leans back on his elbows and looks up at Bradley, smirk still fixed on his face. He knows how much Bradley loves fucking that out of him.
“Pants off sailor,” Bradley tells him, as he pulls his own shirt over his head and throws it somewhere in the room. Jake tuts but obediently loses the rest of his clothes. It shouldn’t be this hot, watching Jake shuffle back on the bed until he's laid out comfortably, but Bradley’s mouth goes dry. His heart is in his throat as Jake stretches out to root through the bedside table, pulling out the lube without much effort. The rightness of the scene before him hits Bradley like a gut punch and he can’t believe he ever tried to live his life without Jake in it.
When he frees himself from the rest of his clothes and follows Jake onto the bed he’s greeted with a low whistle.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he says, legs falling apart and making space for Bradley as he crawls over to him.
“Hope you’ve missed more than just my dick, sweetheart,” Bradley teases. He indulges in another kiss, cradling Jake’s face as he does.
“I’ve missed your hands.” Jake taps the bottle of lube on Bradley’s chest and it’s not hard to get the message.
Prep is quicker and more frustrating than Bradley would prefer. The urgency they’re both feeling, along with Jake’s constant complaining that he’s so damn slow , means Bradley fingers him with rough, perfunctory movements. It isn’t either of their first rodeos, and Bradley knows what he can take, but Jake’s so goddamn tight Bradley would be worried if it wasn’t so distracting. His mind is splintered. One minute he’s focused on not hurting Jake, then he can’t think about anything other than getting inside him as fast as possible. And he’s so tight like he hasn’t done this in a while, and maybe he hasn’t, maybe he hasn’t fucked anyone since Bradley. That’s the thought that has him spiraling.
A sharp tug on his hair brings him back to reality. “Stop fucking around Bradley. I’m ready. Fuck me. Now.”
And who is he to disobey a direct order?
He strokes himself a couple of times and looks at Jake in the eye, watching as his annoyed frown melts into a smile. There’s a question hanging between them.
“Now Bradley,” Jake says, and he reaches between them to wrap his hand over Bradley’s. “Just us.”
That’s all he needs. Bradley squirts some more lube on his hand and makes sure to coat his dick before pressing inside a waiting Jake. He still feels unbelievably tight, and the lack of barrier between them intensifies everything. Even though he’s moving slow, there’s no complaints from Jake. Just the feel of nails biting into his neck, his back, where Jake is gripping onto him. The only sound is the soft breaths between them that slowly get heavier as he is fully seated. They stay like that for a moment, breathing and feeling and pressed so closely. Bradley buries his face in the crook of Jake’s neck, collecting himself. He’s overwhelmed.
“Come on Bradshaw, I’m not going to break,” Jake says, although his voice sounds strained. He hooks one leg around Bradley’s waist and tilts his hips, trying to encourage movement.
“So impatient,” Bradley complains, but he kisses Jake’s neck and moves his hips once. “Next time, you do all the work.”
Jake rolls his eyes. “I’m going to have to. Have you forgotten what to do?”
Instead of answering, Bradley snaps his hips forward again, and watches as Jake’s smug look falters. He grips Jake’s leg and starts to fuck him properly, in short, shallow movements. Jake’s arms are still around him, still holding him close, so their chests are touching and he can feel Jake’s cock trapped between them. He’s already leaking precome and it won’t take either of them long like this, with the inescapable friction and heat.
Bradley doesn’t want to make it that easy for Jake, so he grabs his wrists and pulls his arms off of him, pressing them down onto the pillow above his head. Already Jake is looking dazed, his eyes glassy, and all of his bravado is gone. Bradley leaves Jake’s wrists, and instead holds his hips and drives as deep as he can, and watches as Jake’s mouth drops open with each successive movement.
“That’s it baby,” he says, “that’s shut you up hasn’t it?”
Jake looks like he’s about to speak but Bradley cuts him off with a particularly well aimed thrust. He leans down again because he needs to kiss him again, and Jake immediately threads a hand in his hair grips.
“Bradley, right there,” Jake pants, “please.”
Jake clings to him desperately and Bradley can feel himself falling apart as well. He gets one hand between them and jerks Jake off. There’s no real technique, but Jake’s cock is red and leaking and he’s pulling Bradley’s hair so hard he’s surprised it hasn’t been ripped out.
“Are you gonna come? C’mon princess, let go,” Bradley urges. And he does. There’s a hot wetness between them, and Bradley watches with fascination as Jake’s come hits his chest. It has been years since they’ve been together like this and right now he’s pretty sure he’s never going to let Jake leave his bed again.
Now that Jake has come Bradley loses all sense of rhythm or control. He chases his peak with his forehead pressed against Jake’s, lips lingers against him in a whisper of kiss, feeling his breath. When Bradley comes he screws his eyes shut so hard there are white spots in front of him.
He stays like that for a moment, catching his breath and coming back to himself, until Jake decides he’s uncomfortable and pushes at Bradley’s shoulders.
“That’s enough of that,” he says. “Move.”
Bradley does what he’s told and pulls out slowly, but doesnt go far. As soon as he’s free he flops back down, half on top of Jake, despite the mess. They can both shower later. For now he wants the afterglow, and to appreciate having this man in his arms, with no one running away.
“I’ve missed you, missed this,” Jake says quietly. Bradley nods against his skin. He could fall asleep if he wanted to, but instead he listens to Jake’s heartbeat and feels the warmth of his skin.
“Me too,” Bradley agrees, “you’re it, Seresin.”
“Famous last words.”
Bradley lifts his head to look at him. “I mean it. I’m not going anywhere anymore, it’s me and you now, as long as you’ll have me.”
“You’re so fucking dumb,” Jake says, but he’s smiling softly, so Bradley presses a kiss his lips.
He’s pretty sure this is going to work.