Chapter 60: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… The trigger!

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Bradley pictured Michael Broody’s face as he spoke passionately about how wrong he thought it was for two people of the same sex to want to be together. They’d been watching the news channel with some of Jean’s brothers and some of the guests when a Pride Parade had come on. The man’s demeanor had instantly changed.

“It's just ridiculous how the world has changed and taken a wrong turn.” The elderly man had muttered. “This is just wrong.”

“Don’t start, Dad.” Josh had chuckled.

“Homosexualism violates natural law, son. I’m surprised people can’t see this. It defies everything. They should be banned rather than given the chance to marry each other.”

“Dad, everyone has a right to be with whoever they want.” Tyler had spoken up. “It’s all about love.”

“Aw come on, son.” Michael had snorted. “Being with who you love does not grant one the right or permission to marry everyone they love. I love all my family members and also members of my community, but I cannot and should not marry them. Right?”

“Dad come on…” From Ron’s bored tone and Josh’s dry chuckle, Bradley could tell Michael Broody’s sons were used to their father’s way of thinking. “This is different.”

“Most people pretend to support homosexuals but deep inside, they know it's wrong.” Michael rasped as he stared at the screen. “It's so stupid the whole LGBT thing.”

“I agree with you, Michael.” One of the guests said. “I mean almost every religion admits that creation began with a man and woman. Where does that leave this?” He pointed a thumb at the screen.

“Well, I’m very sure one of these religions also states that we shouldn’t judge.” Tyler virtually growled.

“And I believe it also says that we are to guide our brothers who have gone astray.” The man retorted. “These people are clearly lost.”

Had it not been for how hard his heart was pounding at that moment, Bradley would have probably burst into laughter at the look on Tyler’s face. The man looked like he wanted to strangle the cocky guest.

“Very well said, Zack.” Michael Broody chuckled. “The last society to famously and openly practice homosexuality was ancient Greece. See what happened to them...”

“What would you have done if your sons had turned out to be gay?” Tyler had asked then with a curious look.

The older Broody had slowly turned around to face his son with a look on his face that Bradley hadn’t been able to decipher. It had been a cross between relief and disgust. When the elderly man finally spoke, his chilling voice caused goosebumps to break out all over Bradley’s body.

“We will never find out, will we?”

That had been the end of that conversation but that was all the wake-up call Bradley needed. He couldn’t sit back and watch Jean go through what he’d gone through with his own father. Even if he hadn’t liked Jean as he did, he would have still had a hard time continuing with what they had. But he liked the guy…had really strong feelings for him. And he knew he might be wrong but he had a feeling Jean really liked him too.

What that revelation in the den meant, therefore, was that he had to pull the breaks on what was between him and Jean. The Broody family was obviously a very close one and Michael Broody clearly loved his sons. He sure as fuck didn’t plan on being the cause of a rift between the man and his son which would definitely ruin that beautiful family. He didn’t have a family, Bradley thought pitifully. It would be very wicked on his part to cause Jean his. He had to do the right thing.

And there was only one sure way to go. Pull the plug! He’d wanted to end it when they’d gotten home but apart from the fact that his ‘break-up’ story hadn’t been ready, Jean had gotten him aroused so quickly he’d selfishly told himself to have a final romp. And the rapturous pleasure Jean had bestowed on him had made his decision totally worth it.

Bradley groaned. He needed to find something convincing to tell Jean to explain why they couldn’t continue with whatever it was they were doing. He knew he couldn’t tell Jean his real reason because knowing how headstrong Jean was, that could still create problems between him and his dad. And Bradley didn’t think he could survive another father’s wrath. Whatever reason he gave Jean, therefore, had to be a completely different reason. He also had to be brutal to deter Jean from trying to pursue him.

“Fuck…” Bradley gasp when he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He wondered what was wrong with him as he rubbed his chest, trying to somehow ease the sudden tightness inside. It only increased.

Jean mumbled something in his sleep and snuggled closer to Bradley. The soldier smiled sadly as he reached out to tenderly rub his knuckles against Jean’s cheek. He silently prayed not only for courage to do what needed to be done but to also be convincing enough when he did it come morning. But even as Bradley eventually drifted off into a restless sleep, he knew that whether Jean accepted his reason or not, he was fucked!

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Bradley stretched and rubbed his eyes as he sat up. He blinked the sleep from his eyes as he looked up at the wall clock. It was a little past ten a.m. He looked down at Jean who was still sleeping peacefully and smiled. Jean was an early riser but having to work full day the previous day, attend a family dinner, and then spend hours pleasuring him until the wee hours of the morning, it wasn’t strange at all that he was still out. Jean had earned his sleep. They’d ended up sleeping in the playroom after their mind-blowing sex-play because they’d both been too tired to leave the room.

The man was a phenomenal lover. Too bad he had to destroy the positive mood that morning with his planned chat, Bradley thought regretfully as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jean’s cheek. Then careful not to wake Jean, Bradley left the bed, pulled on his jeans, and quietly left the playroom. He would take a quick shower, prepare some breakfast and then wake Jean up. He needed to at least feed the man first.

As soon as Bradley got to the bottom of the stairs, he knew something was wrong. He didn’t know what it was but he just sensed danger. And one thing a soldier never did, was to ignore an instinct. He went to check the alarm panel and saw that it was still engaged. Bradley quickly went to his room and pulled on a t-shirt, which he quickly pulled right off when his nipples tingled at the feel of the fabric against it. He tossed the offending t-shirt aside, wore his trainers, and then grabbed his gun holsters. After fixing them on his hips, shoulders, thighs, and ankles, he went to grab his burner phone and remembered that he hadn’t taken it out of the pocket of his blazer, which he’d left in the kitchen when they’d gotten back from Jean’s parents'. With a gun in his hand, ready to fire at any intruder, Bradley left his room and rushed upstairs.

In the playroom, he gently shook Jean awake. “Wake up, Jean.” He murmured against his ear as the gloriously naked man stirred restively against the bed linens. Jean’s long lashes fluttered opened to reveal sleepy blue gaze which focused on Bradley’s face. Bradley lost his train of thought.

“Hey, Rambo,” Jean grunted, lifting his hand to graze one of Bradley’s nipples with his knuckles.

“Fuck…” Bradley shuddered as he slapped Jean’s hand away. “Cut it out. Now, listen to me carefully. “Something seems off. I’m now going to investigate so don’t panic.”