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Bradley’s mouth goes dry at the sight of him; strong thighs encased in dark, skintight denim, chunky lace-up boots, white t-shirt, and a soft-looking leather jacket covered in patches. He’s not wearing a helmet - only a pair of aviators - and while Bradley knows he should chastise Jake for not being more careful, he’s too busy drooling over the picture he makes as he pulls up to the front of the hangar. Fuck, he wants to eat him. Or maybe just his ass. Whatever.
The bike’s low, seductive rumble cuts out as Jake kills the engine, nudging the kickstand with the tip of his boot before dismounting. He pushes his glasses up into his hair, grinning at Bradley and holding his arms out in an expansive gesture.
“Hey, baby. Miss me?”
~ jake + bradley: fucking + falling in love.