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Bradley drops his weight again, sighing as the heat in his straining muscles eases. Sweat is beading on his brow and he raises his tied wrists to swipe at it with the back of his hand.
“This was a lot more fun as a hypothetical,” he grouses.
Jake smiles beneath him, seemingly unbothered. He should be bothered – they’ve been at this long enough that Bradley’s erection is starting to flag. But he supposes Jake is getting more friction like this.
“Is it even possible?”
“Dunno,” Jake says, lifting his hips to press against Bradley. “I told you I would help. All you have to do is ask nicely.”
“You’re also the one who set the challenge,” Bradley reminds him.
“If you weren’t up for it you could have said.”
Bradley huffs what’s almost a laugh, smiling against his will.
“You’re a bastard.”
“As previously established,” Jake agrees.
His hips press into Bradley again, lifting him for a few seconds.
“Stop teasing me,” Bradley snaps.
“You stop teasing me,” Jake returns. “You said you’d do all the work.”
With that, he makes a show of settling against the mattress again. His hands lace behind his head as he lifts an expectant brow.
“You didn’t tell me you were gonna tie my fucking hands,” Bradley mutters.
“Aw, if it’s too hard for you just ask for help, baby.”
Bradley pushes onto his knees again. He looks down to his wrists in thought, wondering if he can squirm off Jake long enough to get his hands behind him.
Jake slaps his left thigh, drawing a shocked whine from Bradley before he drops onto Jake again.
“Leave your hands where I put them,” Jake orders.
“You leave your hands where you put them.” Bradley tries not to pout but he can feel the way his lips are turning down. The smack to his thigh burns more than he’s used to. Jake usually keeps to his ass and the backs of his thighs, none of which are tensed and holding his weight at the time.
“Come on,” Jake encourages, “try again.”
As much as he does not want to do that, his options are limited. He can either try again, beg and hope Jake was merciful, or safeword and stop the scene.
The problem is, he’s operating blind. Well, and that he can’t use his hands. And Jake’s dick keeps moving. Bradley considers himself stubborn but it’s been long enough now that they could have finished fucking if Jake would just put his dick in Bradley.
“Are you even still hard?” he asks, inching backward and grinding against Jake.
Jake is, his erection nestling between Bradley’s cheeks for a dizzying second.
“How?” Bradley huffs.
“Are you kidding?” Jake asks under him. “Do you have any idea what you look like? Wriggling around on top of me and trying to get fucked?”
“Yeah – an idiot.”
Jake squeezes his ass but makes no other move to help.
“No. You look desperate.”
Bradley whines, rocking back into Jake’s grip.
Jake’s hands slip lower, his fingertips tracing tingling lines until he presses against Bradley’s slick rim. Bradley folds in the next second, exhaling as his shoulders slump.
“Please,” he says. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jake’s mouth and then another to his jaw. “Please, I need it.”
“You can’t do it on your own, can you?”
Something cracks in Bradley’s chest. His next exhale is shaky.
“No,” he whispers.
He pushes his face against Jake’s neck. His eyes close and his body slumps even further.
“Oh, I love it when you’re sweet,” Jake sighs. “Come on. Sit up, I’ll help you.”
Bradley presses one more kiss to Jake’s neck before pulling himself up onto his knees again. Jake shifts under him, craning his neck to try and see.
Finally, Bradley feels the head of Jake’s cock against his hole. He sighs, lowering himself carefully. The pressure increases and he moans as he sinks further down.
“You feel so good,” he admits. He rocks his hips slowly, grinding against Jake without lifting himself.
Jake’s hands settle loosely on his thighs, eyes half lidded as he watches Bradley.
“You feel good, sweetheart. Just be careful, keep me inside.”
Bradley clenches involuntarily, already scared of being empty again.
“I will,” he promises, chest fluttering and twisting as he does.
He lifts himself torturously slow, Jake slipping back out of him inch by inch. When he feels scarily close to empty, he drops back down again. The length of Jake’s dick filling him again punches a moan out of him and he squirms for a second before settling his hands the best he can on Jake’s stomach.
It takes Bradley a little while to figure out he’s still being teased even with Jake inside him. He’s scared to go too high or too fast with the threat looming. Still, he keeps going. He’s not sure what Jake’s endgame is here. He does know that Jake has a plan and doesn’t appreciate being rushed though.
There’s a high probability that he wants Bradley more desperate before he’ll finally flip them and fuck into Bradley like he means it. Maybe he wants Bradley to beg more or look more pitiful. The idea isn’t entirely unappealing if it gets him what he wants.
Bradley closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of Jake sliding into him again and again. He can be patient. He can be good for Jake. He can.
He has to slow down even further as his thighs begin to shake with the effort of keeping his movements so tightly controlled.
“Jake,” he says weakly, lifting his hips again. “Please.”
Jake’s grin is sharp.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me,” Bradley replies instantly.
Unfazed, Jake gives his thighs a light squeeze before saying,
“I am.”
Bradley pouts again. He wonders for a moment if he can work up a few tears.
“I want it harder,” he settles on instead.
“You’re the one in control,” Jake points out. He still looks far too at ease with the situation. It’s as if Jake doesn’t care whether he comes or not, like he could just go to sleep while Bradley is still clumsily chasing his own orgasm.
“You know what I mean,” Bradley argues. He settles against Jake’s hips again, grinding in short jerks to rest his thighs. “I want more but I don’t want to lose you.”
Jake’s eyes flash to Bradley’s for a split second but he doesn’t react otherwise.
Instead it’s Bradley that rewinds the words and lets out another shaky exhale. He doesn’t take them back. There’s no point in it. He waits a few more seconds but Jake still doesn’t say anything.
Bradley pushes to his knees, eyes closing as he sinks down again. Ironically, he feels closer to crying than he did when he wanted to.
Jake wraps an arm around Bradley’s back and it’s all the warning he gets before Jake sits up, careful to keep Bradley in his lap.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says softly, thumb drifting along Bradley’s jaw.
“I told you what I want,” Bradley exhales.
“Well, if it will get that look off your face.” The words are punctuated by a kiss and then Jake is twisting both of them, pushing Bradley onto the mattress. He pulls out and rolls Bradley fully onto his back before pushing his thighs apart and settling back between them.
Bradley’s head rocks back into the mattress as Jake thrusts in hard. He moans, desperate to touch unable to with his hands still tied between them.
“Tell me what you want,” Jake urges again. He ducks his head and uses one hand to draw Bradley’s arms over it and around his neck while the other stays braced on Bradley’s hip. Once Bradley’s arms are safely out of the way Jake presses more of his weight against him. He kisses Bradley before nipping his lip hard enough to make him gasp. “Tell me.”
Addled with how close and warm Jake is, how good he feels, Bradley takes a few more seconds to realize that it’s an order. Jake wants an answer.
“You,” Bradley says shallowly. He trembles before sucking in another breath. “I want you, Jake.”
He still can’t hold Jake the way he wants but maybe this is close enough.
Jake kisses him again, tongue slipping in to twist with Bradley’s before he withdraws again.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
His hips snap against Bradley’s again, perfectly at odds with the soft promise.
Bradley tugs him into another kiss, tempted to bite Jake back. Instead, he turns his face enough to separate their mouths before speaking again.
“If you don’t take this shit off my wrists I’m going to smother you with a pillow.”
Jake pauses, his mouth opening slightly before curving.
“Alright.”
He guides Bradley’s arms back over his head and makes quick work of the knotted rope. As soon as Bradley’s free he throws the rope off the side of the bed and hauls Jake back against him.
“I need to touch you,” he says. “The kinky shit can be later.”
“You could have safeworded.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I just need to touch you,” Bradley explains.
He kisses Jake again, lifting a leg to lay it over the back of Jake’s. Finally, his hand can cradle the back of Jake’s head. His fingers can slide into the short hair there. He can feel him.
“Can I resume fucking you now, your highness?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Bradley laughs. “I’ll gag you next time.”
Jake’s eyes glitter as he pulls out to push in again.
“I dare you.”
It makes Bradley’s chest feel warm. Both the promise of next time and the look on Jake’s face.
Bradley basically shot their scene right to hell but Jake doesn’t look mad about it. In fact, he almost looks…fond. It’s a look Bradley hasn’t seen on him – at least not directed his way.
He wraps his leg tighter, trying to urge Jake on.
“Harder,” he says, “please.”
“And now you’re making demands.”
“I said please.”
“Brat,” Jake declares, definitely fond now.
“’M not,” Bradley sniffs. “Just maybe a better boyfriend than sub.”
Jake stills again, eyes intent on Bradley’s face.
“I’d have to ask your boyfriend about that, I guess.”
For that, Jake gets a kick to whatever part of his leg Bradley can reach.
“You start talking to yourself we’re breaking up.”
“I was going to say I think you’re a pretty damn good sub, but now that you’re physically attacking me, I’m not sure I can stand by that statement.”
“You better not stand up at all unless you’re gonna fuck me against the wall.”
A smile graces Jake’s face. He watches Bradley in silence for a few seconds.
“We’ll save that for later too,” he says.
With his cheeks heating the longer Jake looks at him, Bradley nods in agreement.
Jake rearranges them, settling behind Bradley and guiding his leg up. His arm slips under Bradley, hand settling at the base of Bradley’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze but his hand rests there as if he needs to feel Bradley breathing. His other hand grips Bradley’s thigh, keeping him steady as he drives back into him.
Bradley twists, craning closer to Jake for a kiss. The angle isn’t great and Jake has to meet him half way. Still, it’s worth it when their mouths slide together again. It’s pretty damn vanilla for them but that doesn’t make it feel any less amazing.
There’s a relief to it too. That it still works this way. And it solidifies the idea that Jake is here for him, not just to be in control.
“You drive me insane,” Jake breathes before pressing a kiss to Bradley’s jaw.
“Turnabout’s fair play.”
Jake huffs, smirking and squeezing Bradley’s throat again.
“Touch yourself,” he instructs softly, “I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Bradley’s hand moves automatically, wrapping around his dick and giving it a squeeze. He groans at the sudden influx of sensation, eyes almost rolling back in his head.
It’s been an exercise in patience since he climbed in bed with Jake and the idea of finally coming is intense. Arousal pulses at the base of his skull and he groans again as Jake pulls back.
At least Jake seems equally affected. It’s…nicer, in a way. Jake not playing the cool aloof character Bradley’s used to.
Every time he gets a peek at the real Jake, he feels unbalanced that much more. A few centimeters closer to falling. He’s not there yet; but he thinks he can see it.
Jake fills him again. The roll of his hips is slow and deep, deeper when Bradley shifts his thigh and presses back against him. Jake moans his approval; sliding his hand up to Bradley’s jaw and pulling him into another kiss.
Bradley tries to avoid thinking beyond the pleasure running up and down his nerves – but he can’t help himself. There’s something in Jake’s eyes as their bodies roll together. At least Bradley thinks there is. He can’t bring himself to ask but there’s something…open about him.
Every second that passes drives home further that this is different and new. Bradley feels just that much closer to revealing something himself.
Why couldn’t he finish the scene? Why did he need to touch Jake so badly? To feel that connection? Sure, they’ve been doing this a while but it’s mostly been on a friends with benefits basis. And yeah, Jake knows more about his fantasies than anyone else – Bradley doesn’t like to wonder if he knows more about Jake’s than anyone else.
Past partners is something they haven’t discussed either. It’s dangerous territory just like…well, what they’re in now.
Jake’s lips curl just barely, eyes intent on Bradley’s face as his hips speed. He still thrusts deep, only stopping when his hips are flush with Bradley’s.
“You gonna come for me?” he asks, voice low and words hot as they brush over Bradley’s cheek.
Bradley kisses Jake to stop himself from moaning. It’s still an awkward angle but Bradley reaches back, gripping the back of Jake’s neck to pull himself closer.
“And what about you?”
Jake rewards him with a sharper snap of his hips.
“Are we racing, baby?”
Bradley snorts, untwisting his back but keeping his hand on Jake.
“No,” he says, “we’re not.”
He still needs to be touching Jake. He needs to be closer. It would be better if he could stop thinking about why though.
He spits into his palm before fucking into his hand faster. A moan slips out as he works the head of his dick.
Jake’s hips slow and his hand flexes on Bradley’s throat again.
“This okay?”
“Mmhm,” he moans in answer.
Jake squeezes, driving harder into Bradley with sharp thrusts.
“Oh, fuck,” Bradley gasps, moving his hand faster.
“There you go, come on,” Jake encourages.
Bradley has to turn his neck again, stretching to kiss Jake as the need snaps taut across his skin. Their lips are still pressed crookedly together when Bradley’s orgasm sparks at the base of his spine. He ends up panting into Jake’s mouth as he drags his hand over himself desperately.
Jake follows after, dropping his head to bite at Bradley’s shoulder as his thrusts go erratic.
He pulls Bradley’s back flush to his chest as they come down, overheated and sweaty. For a split second, Bradley wonders if Jake doesn’t need him closer too.
“That was…” Bradley drifts off, unsure how to finish his sentence. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm of his life; it was almost gentle. At the same time, he feels it through the entire lower half of his body. Soft pleasure ripples over him as he slowly catches his breath.
“Good?” Jake questions.
Bradley smiles.
“Very good.”
Jake laughs huskily, biting Bradley’s shoulder again. He pulls out slowly, groaning as his hand slips from Bradley’s thigh.
“So – boyfriends?” The question ends on a whisper, as if Jake changed his mind about asking too late.
Bradley smiles at the rare show of insecurity. There’s the real Jake again.
“I’m up for it,” he offers.
Even as the words settle over them, he wonders if he offered it as a challenge on purpose. Maybe he’s just as scared as Jake is. If he offers it as a challenge…then maybe the chances of Jake saying yes are higher.
“Up for it,” Jake echoes.
“Well, I mean – we’re already basically dating…aren’t we?” Bradley thinks about turning over to look at Jake but chickens out on that too. “We’re exclusive, we go out, we talk all the time…am I missing something?”
“I don’t know, maybe some romance.”
Bradley gives up on hiding his face. He sighs and wiggles away from Jake enough to turn over.
“If you expect me to pull some flowers out of thin air you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Flowers would be nice,” Jake agrees, smiling softly.
Bradley has to take a breath with the way his heart is pulsing in his throat.
“Yeah? What kind of flowers do you like?”
“Hellebores,” Jake admits after a second that stretches between them.
“Hella-whats?” Bradley asks, laughing.
But Jake only rolls his eyes.
“Okay so I thought they sounded cool when I was younger. But I do like them. Or magnolias if they don’t have hellebores.”
“Do I have to deliver the flowers before I get an answer?”
Jake’s teeth dig into his bottom lip briefly. He meets Bradley’s eyes and then looks down between them again.
“I think I’m up for it…can I just,” he pauses, huffing out a breath, “can I ask something?”
“Shoot,” Bradley says, forcing himself not to react.
“I know we were joking about the gag thing earlier. But…would you be willing to try it? Me subbing for you some time?”
Bradley inhales and holds it. For a second he thinks about getting hard again.
“I would definitely be up for trying it.”
“Okay,” Jake agrees, cheeks pinking as he grins. “I mean it wouldn’t have been a deal breaker but…” he shrugs before starting again. “I do like subbing and I just need to know if the possibility is there.”
“The possibility is there,” Bradley agrees, “as long as we take it slow.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less of you, Bradshaw.”