Chapter 34: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Miracle bed!

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Bradley turned his head to look at Jean as he climbed up the stairs and felt a tightening in his groin. He saw a lot of men in his line of work so he knew a good male body when he saw one. He thought Jean had the perfect body. His body was firm and wickedly virile but not too muscular. Bradley allowed his gaze to savour the display of masculinity at every movement of Jean’s body.

“Brad?” Bradley started when he heard Jean call his name. He noticed the doctor was watching him curiously from the top of the stairs. Even the dark five o’clock shadow that dusted his strong jaw looked sexy on him, Bradley couldn’t help but think. “You okay?” Jean asked with concern.

“Yeah.” Bradley croaked. “Yeah, I’m fine. And Italian is fine, thanks. Aren’t you going to work this morning?”

“Nah.” Jean took a sip of his coffee. “Spending the day with the birthday boy.” He grinned. “I’ll join you in the gym in a moment.” With that, Jean turned towards his study.

Bradley’s eyes didn’t leave where Jean had been. Had the man just said he intended to spend the day with him, he asked himself with a surprised frown. Why was Jean treating him as if he even matter? He wasn’t used to people giving him special treatments. What Jean was doing raised a whole lot of emotions inside Bradley, the most intense being joy. He had some joy within anytime Jean so much as gave him a smile. Within the short time he’d had to live with the crazy doctor, he’d loosened up and allowed Jean into him…not just literally, but in a way that made him feel conquered. He was no fool. He knew he had it bad for Jean. And whatever he felt, grew stronger by the day with no effort at all from Jean. It scared Bradley but at the same time, it felt liberating and good.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” He muttered as he stood to take his empty mug to the kitchen.

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After a good workout, the two men decided to relax in Jean’s state-of-the-art outdoor hot tub. The luxurious double-decker hot tub had its own in-built bar and a built-in stereo system. It was situated on the gorgeous deck that featured a cozy, designer outdoor furniture, complete with a bar, a large LED TV. The plants and potted flowers scattered around gave the deck a touch of class and magnificence.

“Isn’t this too big for a bachelor?” Bradley commented as he relaxed into the bubbly water.

“You should attend one of my parties.” Jean chuckled as he placed an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, on the side table attached to the tub. “It’s fun when it’s filled with people who want to spoil themselves with this splurge-worthy hot tub.” He filled a flute with champagne and gave it to Bradley before getting into the tub with a moan.

“Do you have a lot of parties here?” Bradley asked.

“Almost every weekend.”

“Wow! Your party pals are going to wonder why you haven’t thrown any in a while.” Bradley sipped his champagne.

“Told them I’m handling a project.” He shrugged.

“So now I’m a project.” Bradley raised a brow with a look of amusement.

“Would you rather I told them I’m babysitting a hot soldier who went bonkers and decided to take a whole syndicate on?”

Bradley would have hit back at Jean for saying he’d gone bonkers but Jean’s other description of him rather rendered him speechless. Jean thought he was hot? He sipped his drink silently, looking calm on the outside but on the inside, he was reeling.

The two men enjoyed their bubblies as they conversed about anything that came to mind. Both acknowledged silently that they’d told each other more about themselves in the time they’d had to live together than they usually told people to who they were not close. There was an unspoken bond that neither could ignore. Whilst it scared the crap out of Bradley, it amazed Jean as he wasn’t the kind of person who would want to even spend time with another guy. He spent enough time with his brothers so would prefer the company of a female, any day. What surprised him, even more, was his disinterest in hooking up with his ladies as was his usual style. He’d actually gone three days without fucking a woman when nothing stopped him from doing that. Somehow he found more fulfillment when he hung around Bradley. Their conversation was interrupted by the chime of the bell.

“I’m sure it’s lunch,” Jean murmured.

“Dude, it’s not even noon yet?” Bradley drawled, bobbing his head to the soothing sounds of the jazz music that was playing.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m famished,” Jean grunted as he climbed out of the tub. “And it’s almost noon.”

Bradley stared at Jean’s wet body and felt his mind go blank. He had to suppress the lustful moan that threatened to burst out as he watched the water run in enticing rivulets down Jean’s hot body. Bradley wanted to lick and kiss every inch of Jean’s beautiful body. His sexy, figure-hugging, swim trunks, which had gotten transparent thanks to the water, weren’t helping matters. That dick-print, which was so visible that the ring at the head could actually be seen, made Bradley dizzy with lust. Arousal spiked through him, strong and sharp, making his cock stir in his trunks.

“Fuck.” Bradley groaned.

“What was that?” Jean asked as he grabbed a robe.

“Nothing.” Brandley rasped, sinking low into the bubbly water.

“Be right back,” Jean said over his shoulder as he headed for the main gate, leaving Bradley to will away his erection.

By the time Jean came back with their food, Bradley had regained control of his body. He watched as Jean spread the food out on the side table before climbing back into the tub. Bradley couldn’t resist the delicious aroma. He dug in with gusto.

“This is good food.” Bradley moaned when he was done. “And I thought I wasn’t hungry.” He chuckled as he turned his head from left to right slowly, to relieve the slight tension he felt in his neck.”

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jean asked, not missing Bradley’s quick stretch.

“Just a stiff neck,” Bradley grunted as he tilted his head toward one shoulder and then the other.

“You must have slept wrong.” He observed, taking a sip from his flute. “Sleeping on the floor last night, didn’t help you.”

Bradley snorted at Jean’s words. “Do you have any idea the places I’ve had to sleep? That rug of yours was heaven compared to the surfaces I’ve found myself sleeping on at different times.”

“Hmm… Let’s just say your body is spoilt then.” Jean chuckled. “You’ve been pampering it by languishing in the comfort of a bed for weeks.”

“I know right.” Bradley groaned.

“Tell you what…why don’t you check out my bed after you wash down?” Jean drawled. “Trust me, you’ll sleep like a baby after that bed is done with you.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Aw don’t be a prude.” Jean goaded, stepping out of the tub. “I told you to do things differently this day. Come on.” He began to pack the trash as Bradley reluctantly stood. “I’ll just dump these and head on upstairs to wash down. Come up when you’re done.”

“Let’s hope I don’t pass out in the shower first,” Bradley muttered. “That champagne…”

“Yeah. We did justice to it, didn’t we?” Jean grinned as he added the empty champagne bottle to the trash. “Ten minutes.” He called after Bradley.

“Hey, fuck off.” Bradley retorted, making Jean laugh.

Jean turned off the hot tub and headed inside. Upstairs, he got the bed ready for its work. After a slight vibration, the bed began to hum and warm up. Jean then hit the classical button on the music console, instantly filling the room with cool classical music. Satisfied with his work, he left to take a shower, glad that he could at least give Bradley some form of treatment on his birthday.