Chapter 75: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Missing his man!

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Jean slammed back into his seat, panting harshly as his body trembled with aftershocks. The hand which held a tissue against the tip of his cock fell away when his spasms eventually ceased. With a groan, Jean tossed the soiled tissue into the trashcan beneath the desk.

“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, Bradley.” He muttered as he reached for the remote control and paused the video of his session with Bradley on the log in his playroom. He watched the stilled image of Bradley in the throes of passion on the screen of the LED TV and felt himself stir again. “Fuck.” Jean muttered. He was sitting behind Bradley on the log, fucking into him from behind with Bradley’s head thrown back onto his shoulder, completely lost in his orgasm. Damn, the man was absolutely gorgeous, Jean thought.

Jean’s eyes dropped back to the opened e-mail on the screen of his laptop. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d busted his load from merely reading Bradley’s e-mail. He had the contents lock in his memory and could recite them without reading them. But there was something exciting about reading that e-mail which always left him with a happy ending. He jerked off to either the e-mail or their video every day…sometimes, more than once a day. But on days that he combined the two, as he was doing at that very moment, his orgasm was usually so intense it always left him drained.

Jean let out a shaky laugh as he stared at the e-mail. Surprisingly, the e-mail that Bradley had told him he’d sent to him was not the one he’d ended up being obsessed with. In that mail, Bradley had merely informed him that he was going on a mission. He’d asked Jean to take good care of himself and then thanked him once again for all that he’d done for him.

But a second e-mail, which Bradley had clearly written just before he’d called to tell him he was leaving, was the mail that Jean had ended up loving so much, he’d actually memorized it. Jean couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he started reading it again;

Yo’ Sky Blue,

You just had to do it, didn’t you? You had to turn my insides into a mushy, quivering, jumbled, lonely, and sweet mess. And you had to do it today of all days. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to function properly on this mission. I hope and pray I don’t fuck up. Because all I can think about is you. As I type, I can still feel you inside me, can still feel that wicked ring sliding along my walls, can still feel it nailing my sweet spot, can still feel your arms around me and I can still hear your sexy voice in my ear. I wish I were back in your arms for real. I’m going to miss you so fucking much.

I know I hurt you badly that last time in the playroom. Forgive me. I know now how stupid I was. But I also can’t believe you actually believed what I said. I was right after all… you’re not intelligent. I knew it that time you thought I was thinking about another person whilst you were deep inside me, rocking my world. You believing all that bullshit that fell from my lips only confirms it. Dr. Jean Broody is dense. Just one more flaw to add to your glorious faults. But guess what; I adore you, Jean…faults and all. And I wouldn’t change you for a thousand angels. I never knew what craving really was until you. I'm addicted to your scent, your body, your voice, your touch, and most of all, your kisses...especially the ones that always lead to more. Now you know. Fuck, I’m getting hard just by typing this.

I need to end this if I’m to call you as I promised. Take care of yourself. Don’t do anything naughty whilst I’m gone. And that playroom had better stay locked.

Until our next kiss...

B. J. the Badass

Jean threw his head back and let out a moan. Bradley’s mail was naughty, heartfelt, sweet, and absolutely amazing. He couldn’t wait to see the guy again. It had been a month already since his team had left on their mission. He’d contacted Tanesha after the first two weeks to ask whether she’d heard from Ty but she said she hadn’t. She’d encouraged him to be positive that they were fine. She’d been impressed that he was that concerned about his patient, which had made Jean laugh. But he’d gotten worried again when he didn’t hear anything after another two weeks.

So Jean had gone to see Admiral Mathias, two days earlier, to ask how Bradley and the guys were doing on their mission. The Admiral, who had been happy to see Jean, had explained that there had been a hitch that had caused the mission to take longer than expected. But he’d assured him that they were okay. Jean had left with a feeling of relief. But truth be told, he was getting more and more withdrawn. He needed Bradley to come back home already. Jean was jarred out of his thoughts by the sound of his phone ringing. The caller id showed it was Dean.

“Talk to me,” Jean muttered when he picked up.

“Should we make it an all-white party or blue jeans and white?” Dean asked.

“I don’t care,” Jean grunted.

“Are you drunk?”

“No.”

“Sleepy?”

“No.

“Wanking.” It wasn’t a question. And Jean didn’t answer. “You dog.” Dean chuckled. “Okay, all-white it is. After all, it’s a celebration. Talk to you later.”

“Later.” Jean hung up and groaned.

Jean’s sisters-in-law had insisted on throwing him and Dean a huge birthday party the following week. Dean was obviously excited about it. Jean couldn’t be bothered. He just wanted Bradley back. His mother of course had taken everything to another level, claiming her babies were turning thirty so it was a big deal. Even his father was excited. Jean smiled when he thought of his father and the series of conversations they’d had over the past four weeks. Somehow he’d known deep down that his father, despite his strong views, wouldn’t go ballistic like other homophobic fathers usually did. All he wanted was for his dad to be civil to Bradley because he didn’t think Bradley was strong enough to go through something similar to what he’d gone through when he was a kid.

His father had assured him that he would never make Bradley feel unwelcome or miserable. He’d even condemned Bradley’s father for driving his son away. He believed that if he had kept his son closer, he would have been able to change his way of thinking instead, for the boy to become straight. Jean laughed softly when he recalled the look he’d given his father then. The man was sometimes so clueless it was amusing. Of course, he’d insisted that he needed to know which role his son was playing in the relationship.

He said he disliked the entire homosexual act but it would be better if Jean was the top and not the bottom. Jean had told him to mind his own damn business of course. But the stubborn, persistent patriarch of the Broody family had been calling Jean almost every other day, since they’d had that conversation, to plead with him to tell him. He said that knowing would make it better for him if it was what he was hoping for. But Jean wasn’t ready to put his father out of his misery. He didn’t have any plans of ever telling the man.

Jean laughed out loud as he stood up. His dad was just something else. At least he knew that Bradley wouldn’t have to face the resentment of his father. He would hopefully get used to the man’s silly talk as time went on. But despite the fact that his father seemed okay, Jean was definitely not looking forward to his father and lover meeting again…