Chapter 49: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… #liplock!

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“Hey?” Jean gently shook Bradley awake. “Brad?”

“Going to the hospital?” Bradley murmured when he opened his eyes to see a fully dressed Jean.

“Uh-huh. I need to be there for a surgery scheduled for four-thirty this morning. We hoped we wouldn’t have to do it but it looks like we have to. I have to go.”

“All right. Drive safe.” Bradley said.

“I will,” Jean said but made no move to leave. He remained in a crouch beside Bradley.

“Is there anything el…”

“Please don’t go anywhere,” Jean said quietly. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Bradley looked confused for a moment, then he groaned. “Ty. I should have known. So that’s why you didn’t leave home yesterday huh?”

“I wasn’t on-call yesterday. Promise me, Bradley.” Jean said urgently.

“I’ll be here when you get back.”

“Not good enough.” Jean shook his head.

“What do you want me to say?” Bradley was beginning to get irritated but Jean ignore it.

“That you won’t leave the house.”

“I won’t leave the house,” Bradley repeated, the look in his eye challenging.

“Okay, see you later.” Jean stood up and left.

And as Bradley turned over to go back to sleep, he couldn’t help but wonder whether having sex with him the day before had all been part of Jean’s strategy to keep him there. After all, he’d commented on how much of a slut he thought he was. And what was the best way to keep a slut under your thumb? Fuck the shit out of them, right? With a curse that would have made a sailor proud, Bradley got off the bed and began to put the covers and pillows back where they belonged. Then he left the TV Room with just one destination in mind; the gym. He needed to work out his anger.

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Jean turned onto his lane, marveling at how lucky he’d been. He’d been expecting to hear the siren of a police car as he floored the accelerator on his way home from the hospital. Surprisingly, his haste to get home wasn’t because he didn’t trust Bradley to stick to his word. He just wanted to see the soldier. As soon as he’d ensured that his patient was out of danger, he’d taken a shower and hightailed it out of there, ignoring the project team who wanted a quick meeting with him. With a promise to have a conference call with them from home later that afternoon, he’d sped out of there as if the hounds of hell were after him. And all because he just wanted to see Bradley. Heavens help him.

“Bradley?” Jean called out when he didn’t see Bradley in his study, upstairs. He’d checked the kitchen, TV Room, gym, and their respective bedrooms but the soldier was nowhere to be found. “No, no, no…” Jean muttered as he went out onto the deck. “Where are you, you idiot?” He mumbled as he glanced frantically around. “Fuck.” Jean gasped as his hand went to his chest. He’d never felt relief as he’d felt the instant he’d spotted Bradley standing in his flower garden, speaking on a phone. He’d literally felt his heart jump inside his chest. Jean started towards Bradley with heat in his eyes and a spring in his step.

Bradley heard the footsteps just as his call ended. He turned around to see Jean walking towards him like a…predator about to pounce on his prey. “Err…Jean? What is going…” But his words were cut off by Jean’s mouth slamming against his. And for the next several minutes, Bradley completely lost himself in sensations as Jean kissed him senseless.

Bradley felt his toes curl and his body literally tremble as Jean plundered his mouth. He completely melted into Jean, kissing him back just as passionately. When he felt Jean’s tongue rubbing deliciously along the roof of his mouth, Bradley moaned helplessly with rapturous delight. Jean took complete possession of his mouth, sending fiery heat throughout his body. Bradley’s fingers stroked and caress Jean’s nape as his world tilted on its axis, thanks to a devouring he’d never had before.

Jean couldn’t get enough of Bradley’s sweet lips. He could feel himself crossing a line, connecting on a level he’d never connected with anyone in his life. Bradley awakened something within him that he’d never felt before. And it wasn’t just lust. Maybe it was that unusual combination of strength and vulnerability in Bradley that called to him. Whatever it was, Jean was ready to explore to the fullest, with his usual zeal. He only released Bradley’s mouth when it became very necessary for them to breathe.

“Oh my god...” Bradley gasped, feeling completely floored. “Jean…” He didn’t know what to say.

“Give me your tongue,” Jan demanded in a voice so sexily authoritative Bradley shivered. He didn’t hesitate to do as he’d been asked.

With a lustful moan, Jean captured Bradley’s tongue and began to suck on it with such skill and eroticism Bradley thought he’d go insane with ecstasy. Neither knew who started stripping the other first. But in no time at all, their clothes lay scattered on the beautiful lawn. Then Jean was taking out a sachet of lube from his wallet and slicking himself and Bradley up. And right there in the garden, the two men made mad passionate love to each other.

Jean never stopped kissing Bradley even once throughout. There was something about the way Jean was taking his time to kiss and fuck that made Bradley tremble with emotion. Bradley didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so fierce and yet so tender. He was completely at Jean’s mercy. A slave to his mouth and his thick, veined, and wonderfully pierced length. He loved it. The two men became immersed in each other not just in body, but in emotions as well. And when their orgasms finally crashed through them, neither stopped kissing the other.

“Fucking hell, what was that?” Bradley gasped when he was able to catch his breath.

“I missed you,” Jean whispered against Bradley’s kiss-swollen lips.

“When you miss people, you fuck them?”

Jean groaned. “I couldn’t find you. I got scared.” Jean felt Bradley stiffen against him and raised his head to look down at him. “You just tensed up. What is it?”

“I know you take your promises seriously and all that but…aren’t you taking it a bit too far by fucking me just to…keep me here as you’ve promised Ty to do?”

“You think that’s what I’m doing?” Jean frowned. “Fucking you just to keep you from leaving? Do I look like the government’s gigolo to you? Do I look like the bitch-boy of Ty or your Admiral or the fucking military? What the actual fuck, Bradley! And I thought you were smart.” He looked pissed.

“Sorry,” Bradley murmured, flipping them over so that he was on top, straddling Jean.

“All I could think about after that surgery was seeing you,” Jean said quietly. “It never occurred to me that you could leave because I believed you when you gave me your word. I just wanted to see you.” He reached up to caress Bradley’s cheek. “As for fucking you,” he shrugged, “I can’t help myself. You’re always so fucking sexy.”

“Fuck.” Bradley moaned when he felt Jean stiffen inside him. “Shouldn’t we take this inside?” He bit his lower lip sexily as he began to uncontrollably gyrate on Jean.

“I don’t care.” Jean husked as his hands went to Bradley’s hips. “’Cause I swear to you, no matter where we take this, I’m not going to stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name.”

“Damn, when you talk like that…” Bradley breathed as he threw his head back and started riding Jean like a Bucking Bronco.

And for the rest of the day, the two men fucked, sucked, kissed, and fucked some more until every muscle in their bodies ached deliciously. At a point, they stumbled into the kitchen to find something to eat. But before they could finish their meal, they were fucking on the Kitchen Island. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.

“Damn, I wish we didn’t have to go to that dinner tomorrow.” Jean groaned that evening in his bed, where they’d finally ended up.

“I thought you never put sex before your family,” Bradley murmured, dropping tiny kisses on Jean’s neck.

“Who said anything about sex?” Jean raised a brow. “I virtually have to be at work the whole day tomorrow. Some of my doctors are on vacation. I just wish we didn’t have to go so that I could rest.”

“You sure it’s rest you have in mind?” Bradley laughed softly.

“Yes. I just want to sleep with you. I don’t mean have sex. I mean sleep. Together, under the blanket. In bed. With your hand on my chest. And my arm around you. No talking, no sex, just sleeping. Does that sound weird?”

Bradley chuckled. “Coming from the Jean I know, yes that’s weird. But then you’re full of surprises so…” Bradley shrugged.

“Can you do that with me sometime?”

Bradley nodded. “I can.” He leaned up and kissed Jean lingeringly. “Now get some sleep. You have a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight baby.”

The two men drifted off to sleep with smiles on their faces and joy in their hearts. Yes, whatever was happening between them was strange and scary by their standards, but both were determined not to overthink it. Sometimes, it was better to simply go with the flow. And that was exactly what both men seemed to want…