Chapter 42: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Busted!

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“Fuuuuck!” Bradley roared, his back arching in pleasure as his arm fell away from his eyes which were practically rolling back in his head. “Oh god…” His head fell back as his strong fingers dug into the soft sheet beside his head. “Are you fucking kidding me…” But despite the shock in his voice, Bradley reached down with his other hand to grab a fistful of Jean’s hair. The message was clear. He didn’t want that mouth to stop what it was doing.

Jean felt his heart pound as his tongue swiped against the velvety textured mushroomed flesh in his mouth. It didn’t feel as weird as he’d thought it would. On the contrary, it felt…exhilarating. Releasing the breath he had been unconsciously holding, he began to suck with relish, his finger never once stopping its stroking inside Bradley’s warm tightness. Jean pushed in deep till he felt that round bulb of tissue which he knew was packed with a lot of pleasure nerves. Then he began to move his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion, at a very fast pace. Bradley exploded.

“Oh my god…” Even as an ecstatic cry tore out of Bradley, he let go of Jean’s hair and reached down to yank his cock out of Jean’s mouth. His body shook uncontrollably as he shot his load, his channel rippling around Jean’s finger with each spurt.

Jean licked the small cum that had spilled onto his lip before Bradley could snatch his cock away. Slightly salty but sweet too, he thought as he continued to milk the hell out of that prostate, effectively prolonging Bradley’s pleasure. Watching Bradley fall apart with such intensity took Jean’s breath away. He watched with pride as Bradley’s body shook hard with utter bliss. It felt good to know he’d done that to him…given him pleasure.

Eventually, Bradley lay spent in post-orgasmic bliss. His arm was back over his eyes and his chest and stomach were covered with his cum. And as usual, it was a lot. Jean withdrew his finger and removed the glove. Then he reached for some tissues and began to wipe the cum off Bradley. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he threw the glove and tissues into that trash can and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Back in the room, Jean leaned against the table in the room with arms folded across his chest and watched Bradley whose arm remained over his eyes.

“Hey,” Jean called softly.

Bradley removed his arm and looked at Jean. His eyes locked on Jean’s lips, which glistened with…water? His cum? Bradley wanted to kiss him so bad. But he knew where Jean stood on that.

“Hey.” Bradley’s voice sounded hoarse.

“You okay?” At Bradley’s nod, Jean grinned. “Some happy ending huh? Enjoyed it?”

Bradley shrugged. “Not really?”

“Are you shitting me?” Jean laughed. “I know what a sexually sated person looks like, fucker.”

“There’s one thing you need to know about me.” Bradley started in a quiet voice. I’m wired to give pleasure. I only enjoy receiving when I’m giving. You were doing all the giving. So…it wasn’t all that.” He watched Jean. Bradley knew Jean got where he was coming from perfectly. After all, he was a dominant.

“I enjoyed doing that to you,” Jean said. “Shouldn’t that matter?”

“Are you bi now?” Bradley’s scoffed, remembering Jean’s statement about boobs and pussy. “You suddenly like cock?”

“Never mind what I am.” Jean dismissed. “Why did you snatch your cock from…”

“It didn’t seem right to come inside your mouth.” He responded stonily.

“I think there’s something that I also need to point out,” Jean stated. “You are not my sub or slave. Neither am I your dom or master. You allowed me to play dominant with you just one time. You said it yourself…just that time. So as far as I’m concerned, we are equals…”

“No we’re not, and you know it.” Bradley quickly disagreed.

“So you enjoy getting things shoved up your arse. Big deal. I enjoy doing the shoving. People enjoy different roles. It’s all just sex. Yes, I’m a dominant. But that doesn’t mean I always want to dominate people I fuck. Sometimes it’s just plain old sex. No labels. I enjoy that.” Jean unfolded his arms and pushed them into his pockets. “Oh, and I also love to watch. So I did enjoy the fuck out of watching you lose your shit right now. Loosen the fuck up.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Bradley mumbled.

“Has it occurred to you that the only reason you think like a sub is that you were made to think you were, as a kid?” Jean asked quietly. “Maybe you’re not. The only way to know exactly who you are is to let yourself go and explore till you know exactly what you want.”

“By explore, I suppose you mean I should become a man-whore like you.” It wasn’t a question. Jean didn’t respond. “I’ve been fucking women for years. You think I don’t know what I want?” Jean didn’t look like he had an answer to that. So again he said nothing. “Want me to take care of that for you?” Bradley asked, staring pointedly at the obscenely large bulge at Jean’s groin.

“No, I’m good,” Jean muttered. “And stop looking at me like that otherwise I’ll stay hard.”

“Looking at you like what?” Bradley breathed, still staring at the outline of Jean’s dick.

“Like you want to eat me or something.” Jean turned around and began to refill the mug with coffee. He’d noticed that whenever Bradley got that heated glint in his eyes, he always got his way. “Sit up,” Jean said to Bradley as he added some sugar to the coffee. He stirred it for some seconds and then gave it to Bradley.

“Thanks,” Bradley murmured as he leaned his back against the headboard and sipped the coffee.

“How are you feeling?”

Bradley shrugged. “Great. I have a personal doctor who takes good care of me so...”

“Yeah. He finger-fucks you when he’s supposed to be soothing your bunghole and sucks on your…” Bradley choked on his coffee and began to cough. “Oh for fuck’s sake…” Jean groaned as he quickly took the mug from Bradley. “Aren’t soldiers supposed to be used to this kind of talk?”

“From a fellow soldier, maybe.” Bradley wheezed. “Last time I checked, you were not a fucking soldier.” Bradley tried to bring his breathing under control as he glared at Jean.

“Well, maybe I should enlist.”

“How about going to join the monks?” Bradley rasped, getting off the bed. “That should teach you something.”

“Now you’re just being plain mean.” Jean chuckled, staring at Bradley’s arse as he walked away towards the closet. Damn, that was some fine arse, Jean couldn’t control his thoughts. Neither could he control the gasp which fell out of his mouth. Did he just check out a guy’s arse? “There goes my straight card.” He muttered to himself.

“What was that?” Bradley asked.

“Nothing,” Jean responded as he abruptly turned and headed for the door. “Want to help me prepare us something to eat?” The burner phone chose that moment to ring. “Err…after that.”

“Sure. Will be right there.” Bradley pulled on his sweatpants, grabbed a t-shirt, and went to pick up the call. “Talk to me.”

“Heyyyy Fool….” Will, the craziest member on the Arrowheads team started howling in Bradley’s ears.

“You’re the fool, Will.” Bradley bellowed excitedly. “Why haven’t you called all this while?”

“We were busy rounding up the murderers.” Will chuckled. “I personally put bullets into three of them.”

Bradley burst into laughter. “Tell me you didn’t kill them.”

“Death would be too easy for those bastards.” Will snorted. “I merely put them in hospital. Shot each in the balls.” Will said with naughty satisfaction. “I thought that if Rocco and Seb couldn’t be alive to use theirs, then those bastards didn’t need theirs either.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Bradley gave a fist pump. “At least they can be miserable for the rest of their undeserved lives.” He growled.

“I’d wanted to kill them. Trust me.” Will rasped. “But Ty warned me not to spoil the fun by giving them the easy way out. We have a treat in store for them. When this is all over, we’re going to have some well-deserved fun. We have the Admiral’s blessing.”

“Hell yeah.” Bradley laughed. “Have you been able to bust a lot of them?”

“Oooh… you made it easy, buddy.” Will chuckled. “Most of them had identification wounds. Their hands were bandaged.” Both men roared with laughter. “Hey, Ty wants to talk to you.” Will struggled to stop his laughter. “Hope you’re healed, man. ‘Cause we need you…”

“We don’t need him now.” Bradley heard Ty’s growl and then he was on the line. “What the fuck happened to you last night?” Bradley’s eyes widened in shocked confusion at Ty’s question.

“What?”

“I called last night but you didn’t pick up,” Ty said. “Are you saying you haven’t even noticed that you missed my call?”