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It’s a rush from take off to landing. A few crash landings and one ejection between then and now and Bradley doesn’t have a thought in his head. His body hurts. His lungs hurt. His back hurts but for the life of him, he can’t stop. Because that’s all it boils down to.
Bradley is alive.
He’s a little worse for wear, a little bent and bruised. He has a broken rib and messed up right shoulder. A mild concussion and temporary hearing loss in his left ear.
But Bradley’s alive.
His heart slams in his chest as he tries to keep his hands where Jake pressed them against the shitty headboard on the carrier. Bradley’s head falls back as Jake’s body slides down again on his cock. Hands on Bradley’s body, desperate and grabby, like Jake isn’t going to get another time.
Or is it that he thought he wasn’t going to get another time?
Bradley digs his heels into the mattress and rocks his hips up. It’s almost too pornographic for the moment. The wet sound of bodies colliding almost violently with broken breaths and moans to fill in the gaps.
Bradley feels his toes curl as Jake slides back down. The tight wet heat on his cock makes every once of Bradley tremble as he forces his eyes open.
Jake looks unreal.
A golden vistage in Bradley’s lap. His eyes hooded, the beautiful blue green clouded with arousal and blown almost black. His lip is caught between his teeth. Sweat drips down his face following the red blush that crawls down Jake’s neck to his chest.
Bradley moans.
Jake’s pecs bounce with every motion. The firm muscle is soft as Jake works his hips in tight circles, probably using Bradley’s cock to massage his own prostate.
“Baby,” Bradley gasps out softly. His voice breaks as Jake squeezes tight at the name. “It’s ok-“
“I thought- I thought-“ Jake’s voice breaks. There’s something that’s underneath it all that’s hard for Bradley to hear. A desperation and a question that Jake had to ask and Bradley hates that it happened. “When I heard- fuck, B- B, fuck- I can’t- I couldn’t-“
Bradley gently shushes him. Jake reaches forward and grabs Bradley’s hands off the headboard and slides them onto Jake’s body. The question is asked and Bradley silently answers.
His fingers dig into Jake’s back, pulling him closer. He can feel the muscles bunching with the effort that Jake rides him with. It’s almost like a dream. Jake’s body is so close that Bradley feels the heat. The friction of them moving together is as close to the spark that lights Bradley’s veins on fire when he sees Jake’s face.
It’s not just the sex or the banter. It’s not the words that move like daggers or missed chances for a smile. It’s the history that’s woven between, how the moments turned to years and how they ended up here.
Bradley pulls Jake closer. He shifts his back against the bed frame sitting up higher. His hands move possessively over Jake’s body. Selfishly grabbing and holding him, feeling the heat and basking in the glide of Jake’s body.
“I know, baby,” Bradley says softly. He lets go of Jake long enough to slide Jake’s hands over Bradley’s heart. The steady pound of Bradley under Jake’s fingertips light something inside of Bradley that he didn’t even know existed. “I’m right here.”
Jake moans softly. His eyes are trained on their fingers linked over Bradley’s heart. Bradley’s hand travels lower. His fingers moving over the sweat and muscle feeling that Jake’s alive. That they made it.
“I almost lost you,” Jake’s voice breaks. Something in his tone pulls Bradley’s attention back to his face and not his chest. “I heard-“
Bradley leans forward. Their lips meet and Bradley wishes he didn’t have broken ribs or a concussion. His head spins but that could be from the fast motion, but Bradley knows it’s because he’s drunk on Jake.
Their lips move together sloppily. No finesse or technique, just barely doing more then sharing breath. Bradley’s nose brushes against Jake as he pulls back in a faux attempt to get air.
He just needs to see Jake. Watch as his eyes flutter. Bradley’s hands sink lower and he feels every inch of Jake. His hands squeeze Jake’s ass before he pulls them apart. His fingers brush against Jake’s spread rim, moving around his cock that’s deep in Jake’s body.
Jake whines. His mouth falls open as he tries to move faster. Bradley smirks and presses a sloppy kiss to Jake’s jaw. Bradley lets his hands slide back and grip Jake’s ass.
Jake whines and Bradley lets go of him with one hand, slowly mapping out Jake’s body. Climbing over the muscles and sliding over the ribs. Bradley leans against the wood to look at Jake’s face.
Because he’s alive. Because they’re both alive. Because they’re both alive because of Jake.
Bradley’s hand slides up the back of Jake’s neck holding him for a second. He slides his hand off Jake’s burning skin to cup his face. Bradley’s thumb hooks under Jake’s jaw as his other hand slows Jake down until he’s just sitting on Bradley’s cock.
Jake lets out a broken noise.
“Relax there, baby,” Bradley says gently. His hand slides up into Jake’s hair and he tugs a little at the golden strands. “You were a bit of a stud back there, let me take care of you.”
Jake’s eyes widen. His throat bobs and Bradley leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Jake’s lips. Jake shifts. His hands reach back towards Bradley’s thighs and Bradley smiles into the kiss. He reaches around grabbing Jake’s wrists and bringing them back forward.
He leans forward and presses his lips against Jake’s fingers. Jake gasps softly and Bradley looks at him, rocking his hips slowly. Jake’s eyes flutter.
“Let me take care of you,” Bradley says softly, “show you why I prefer slow rides.”
Jake’s face turns a darker shade of red. His throat bobs and Bradley smirks as he rests Jake’s hands on his own shoulders. He twists a little, Bradley’s head spins with the motion but he squeezes his eyes shut and blinks them open.
Jake looks like an angel on his back in Bradley’s bed. Light hair spread out, tan skin on white sheets. Bradley grunts as he thrusts. His cock still deep inside Jake’s body.
Bradley buries his face into Jake’s neck as he rocks his hips back. He snaps them forward and Jake’s nails dig into Bradley’s back. Bradley grunts. He shifts his weight until he’s on his knees and he reaches down and slides his hand over Jake’s leg.
Bradley thrusts slowly. His body is rolling with an age old beat of something that’s been done for centuries. Nothing too crazy or complicated. Bradley slowly drags Jake’s leg higher. The angle changes with every glide and Jake moans out.
“Fuck, fuck, B- right there, B. Fuck-“ Jake’s voice breaks and Bradley smiles against the skin on Jake’s neck.
“Yeah?” Bradley asks. His voice is rough with everything, the day, Jake’s body. “You like it? You like my cock inside, ya?”
Jake whimpers. His thigh tightens around Bradley’s waist as Bradley drives in again against Jake’s prostate.
“Yeah,” Jake gasps softly, “yeah I do.”
“Me too, baby,” Bradley says as he pulls back. He looks down at Jake and he smiles. He leans down and slides his tongue into Jake’s mouth in a filthy kiss before pulling back and sucking gently on Jake’s tongue. “It’s like you were born for this. Saving my life just to bring me to heaven.”
Jake’s eyes flutter and Bradley drags his thumb over Jake’s cheek.
“Dreamed about you last night, before it all,” Bradley says roughly, “it was a little bit like this.”
Jake’s eyes never leave Bradley’s. It’s almost over. Bradley can feel how his body is coiling. How every inch of him is tipping closer to the edge. Bradley reaches down. His hand slides over Jake’s hip as he thrust back in hard.
“Except you were a little more mean,” Bradley says between his broken pants, “you made me wanna fuck you so bad that I knew I had to come back.”
Jake’s head throws back. Bradley-
Bradley doesn’t know what possesses him other than a man so enthralled, he reaches down.
His hand wraps around Jake’s throat just enough to feel Jake’s heart on either side of his neck. Bradley leans down. His chest brushes Jake and the sparks are back. The fire burns in Bradley’s veins and Bradley knows it’s over.
“Come for me,” Bradley says huskily against Jake’s mouth. His teeth nip into Jake’s. Jake’s mouth is open as broken staccato breaths fall from his lips. “Come on, baby, show me what I’ve been missing all these years.”
Jake whines out. His eyes roll back as his nails dig into Bradley’s back. His leg tightens around Bradley’s hip and Bradley feels a wave of possessiveness as he fucks Jake through his orgasm. Jake’s body squeezes Bradley’s cock. Come paints the skin between them but Bradley keeps their mouths so close together, Bradley can feel every broken breath falling from Jake’s lungs.
“I did that to you,” Bradley grunts out. Jake’s body flutters around him and Bradley loses rhythm. “Because you saved me, because I’m alive.”
Bradley grunts. It’s too close and he needs a little more.
His grip shifts on Jake’s leg, sliding in to keep him open as his finger strokes Jake’s racing pulse.
“Because you’re a fucking stud in the sky,” Bradley grunts. His balls are tightening. He can feel it building in the base of his spine. His hips thrust harder as he feels his orgasm approaching. “Because you’re a goddamn ace. Because you, Jake I- fuck- Jake-“
Bradley buries himself into Jake’s body as his cock twitches and he comes. Jake’s fingers bury into Bradley’s hair and yanks him down. Bradley moans at the feeling of Jake’s mouth on his again. Their mouths move together. Bradley’s hips fuck in short thrusts through the last of his orgasm and then he stills.
Jake’s leg is still around him. His hands are moving through Bradley’s sweaty hair and down his neck to his back. Jake’s making soft noises that Bradley happily opens his mouth to swallow. Their tongues slide together as a numb pleasure sinks into Bradley’s bones.
He should move off Jake. Slide out and at least flip onto his side at the least if not get up to get Jake a towel at the most.
Jake sighs softly. The kiss turns less desperate and Bradley vaguely realizes that he’s clutching onto the pillow by Jake’s head with both hands. Bradley pulls back, letting his eyes open and Jake is staring up at him.
Beautiful and golden.
“Hi,” Bradley says softly. Jake’s smile spreads over his face. Dimples peak out through his cheeks and he reaches up and traces the scars on Bradley’s face and neck.
“Hello.”