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The engineering building was being renovated, so the gang had to move their study session to Jake and Javy’s apartment. Bradley had never been to their place before but found it easily. He laughed at their welcome mat, which read ‘THE J SPOT’ in a gigantic font. He combed his fingers through his dark hair to give it some sense of order before knocking.
“It’s unlocked!” He heard a familiar drawl call through the door. He tried the doorknob, and sure enough, it was. He walked inside and was surprised to find only Jake and Natasha sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Their books were open, but they were clearly chatting more than studying.
Bradley took a moment to observe Jake in his natural habitat. The blond was wearing gray sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt with their university logo faded across the chest. The apartment was a mix of both his and Javy’s interests. Movie posters lined one wall, and a dartboard was featured prominently on another. They also had a real plant that they somehow managed to keep alive. He wondered who was tasked with watering it.
“Working hard or hardly working?” Bradley asked finally, taking a seat on the couch. It was large and cozy, and he had to sit on the edge to avoid sinking in. No wonder the other two were sitting on the floor. This was a couch made for napping, not for learning.
“A little bit of both,” Jake answered.
“That’s more than we can say for some people,” Natasha said, shaking her head. “Everyone else has flaked. Bob has a robotics thing. Mickey needed Reuben for something...”
“And Javy has a soccer game.” Jake finished. “So it’s just the three musketeers today.”
Bradley nodded his head in understanding. “Got it. Just the try-hards.”
Natasha flipped him off. “That would include you, Bradshaw.”
They started working on the latest problem set and made it about halfway through before Natasha’s phone buzzed. She looked at the screen and smiled to herself.
Jake visibly rolled his eyes. “Lemme guess, Robert?”
Bradley snickered. Natasha and Bob were the two most not-together, together people he had ever seen in his life. He knew that Natasha was bi and single. Living with Bob freshman year also clued him into what the guy’s type was. Bradley didn’t know what the dynamic was between them, but clearly, they enjoyed spending time together.
"None of your business, Seresin," Natasha said, shoving her phone into her pocket and stuffing her things in her backpack. "Sorry, boys, but I've got to head out. I'll catch you two tomorrow." Jake sighed and walked her out, locking the door behind her. He then turned to Bradley.
"Okay, so they're fucking, right?" The blond asked.
Bradley shook his head and put up his hands. "I honestly wouldn't know."
Jake looked surprised. "Bullshit, you three are always hanging out."
"Not always. And seriously, they're close. But I don't think they are together-together if that's what you mean." Bradley was sure that if the two wanted to be, they would. He tried not to meddle in his friends' relationships. "If there are any updates in the Natasha-Bob storyline, I promise to let you know."
The blond seemed satisfied with that answer and went back to his work.
It was quiet between them for a few minutes before Jake spoke up again. "I have like…zero motivation to finish this," He said, putting his pencil down.
"Not failing isn't motivation enough?" Bradley asked.
Jake scoffed. "Fuck off. I'm ranked higher in the class than you."
"You know rankings don't matter in the real world, right?"
"Sounds like something someone who's not number one would say," Jake replied teasingly before getting up to stretch. The action showed off his biceps, and Bradley let his eyes linger on them for a beat.
When Bradley didn't respond, Jake spoke again. "I think we deserve a break. Do you want a beer?"
Bradley nodded his head and closed his notebook. "Sure." He doubted he had any more productivity left in him anyway. He watched as Jake disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two cold beers in hand.
"All we have are these shitty IPAs Javy bought, but I promise they are drinkable," Jake said, handing one to Bradley. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Bradley took the offered beer and cracked it open. "Sure." He took a sip and pulled a face. It was in fact, shitty.
Jake turned on the TV and flicked off the light switch before sitting on the couch beside Bradley. “We can probably find something on Netflix.” He said, opening up his account.
When Bradley saw the recently watched, he couldn’t help but laugh.
“I didn’t take you for a rom-com guy, Jake.”
“Never disrespect Notting Hill,” Jake replied, deadpan as he continued to scroll through the options. “Didn’t know you hated romance. Do you at least like shitty B-horror films? Apparently, Netflix is full of them.”
“I don’t hate rom-coms, Jake. They’re just a little too cheesy for me. And yes, I’m always down for a horror flick.”
Jake nodded his head. “Okay, cool.” He said, pressing play on one called Demonville. It was about a group of friends in a small town who, as the title implied, get tormented by a demon.
They were about fifteen minutes in when Bradley dared to put his arm around Jake.
“Are you trying to get fresh with me, Bradshaw?” The blond asked, not looking away from the screen.
“I just thought you looked cold. I’m trying to warm you up.”
Jake snorted. “There’s a blanket on the armrest.”
Bradley looked over to see that, indeed, there was a blanket flung across the armrest of the couch. “Huh, would you look at that?” Bradley grabbed it just for Jake to pluck it out of his hand and push him down.
“Hey!”
“Shut up. I’m optimizing for my comfort since you’re so worried about me.” Jake said, maneuvering himself so he was lying in front of him, the blanket draped loosely over them both.
“Whatever you say, Princess.”
The couch was pretty big, but it wasn’t made for two grown men spooning. Still, Bradley wasn’t complaining. He rested his hand on Jake’s hip. The blond’s shirt had ridden up a bit, and Bradley traced shapes on the exposed sliver of skin with his fingers.
The blond made a show of not reacting to it, instead focusing intently on the film. Bradley, undeterred, leaned forward to kiss Jake on the cheek. Jake exhaled through his nose but kept his eyes on the screen. Bradley continued, pressing kisses to his jaw and the column of his throat. His hand slipped underneath the band of Jake’s sweatpants, and the blond let out a soft gasp.
Jake was already half-hard. Interesting.
Bradley continued his tactics, palming Jake’s cock and nibbling at his neck. Jake feigned indifference, but his face was flushed, and he tilted his head to give the dark-haired man better access.
Their tryst was interrupted by the sound of Javy entering the apartment.
“Yo, Jake!” Javy called, stepping into the apartment with all of his soccer gear. He dropped his stuff down by the door and then stopped in his tracks when he saw the pair of them on the couch. “Oh, and Bradley, apparently. Sorry to interrupt whatever canoodling is going on here.”
Jake blushed and at that moment was incredibly grateful for the blanket that was covering them.
“Hey, Javy.” Bradley greeted in a voice much too calm for Jake’s liking. He still had his hand down his pants, for fuck’s sake.
“We’re not canoodling. We’re just watching a movie.” Jake said, breathless.
“Yeah, okay,” Javy said with a scoff. “Anyway, sorry for missing the study sesh. I just came to drop my stuff off before getting drinks with the team.”
“Did you win?” Bradley asked, genuine interest in his voice.
Javy sucked his teeth and shook his head. “Tied. Again.”
“That’s too bad. Can’t win them all, I guess.” Bradley shook his head. “Let me know when your next game is, and I’ll come watch.” Under the blanket, he continued to stroke Jake in slow, lazy motions. Jake immediately tensed up, the tips of his ears turning red. At this angle, Bradley couldn’t see his face, but he wished he could. He bet he was fuming.
Javy smiled at that. He always invited folks to watch his matches, but few people actually were interested in going. “For sure. Jake’s stopped coming. Not really best friend behavior, if you ask me.”
“I’ve seen you lose enough times, thanks,” Jake said through gritted teeth. Under the blanket, he grabbed Bradley’s wrist to still his hand. If Javy caught them, he’d never live it down.
Javy smiled. “Whatever, dude. I’ll see y’all later. Don’t wait for me.”
Once Javy left and locked the door behind him, Jake let go of Bradley’s wrist and sat up. “Bradshaw, you are a lunatic.”
Bradley smirked. “Pretty sure Javy’s caught you doing worse.”
“Not on our damn couch. He’d probably burn it.”
“That’d be a shame. It’s a nice couch.”
“Oh, Shut up.” Jake ran a hand over his face before exhaling. “If you don’t fuck me, I might actually kill you.”
“That’s a bit of an overreaction, I think.”
“Shut up. Come on.” Jake ordered, yanking Bradley off the couch and marching him to his bedroom.
Jake’s room was even more of a reflection of himself than the rest of the apartment. It was neat but also lived in. The flag of Texas hung prominently above his bed, and he had a stack of books on his nightstand. Bradley didn’t get a chance to admire the rest of the scenery before Jake kissed him.
Bradley let Jake lead, enjoying just how eager the blond was. He enjoyed the warmth of his mouth on his and sucked gently on Jake’s tongue before sliding his hands back into Jake’s sweatpants to squeeze his ass.
Jake moaned and pulled away. “We’re wearing too many clothes.” He said, tugging on Bradley’s shirt. It was another hideous floral number that made Jake question his choices. Was he this down bad over a guy who thought pornstaches and Hawaiian shirts were still in fashion? Apparently, yes.
They made quick work of undressing, and when they were both naked, Bradley took a moment to admire Jake’s form.
The blond rolled his eyes and moved to the bed. “You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Yeah, but it’s like a sunset. Amazing, every time.” Bradley replied. His smile widened when he saw how Jake’s face reddened at the compliment. He’d never get tired of making him blush.
“You’re annoying. Let’s get on with it.”
“So impatient.” Bradley tutted. Still, he didn’t need to be told twice. He joined Jake on the bed and gave him a quick kiss. “Lube and condoms?” He asked.
"The nightstand, obviously."
Bradley opened the nightstand drawer to find lube and a near-empty box of condoms. He felt a slight pang of jealousy at the prospect of Jake being in this room with someone else. "Been busy, have you?"
Jake sucked his teeth. "Relax." He didn't know why he felt the need to justify his sex life to Bradley. They were not together. Regardless of whatever was between them, he was allowed to have fun.
"I'm not judging. I know you're a catch," Bradley assured him. "Get on your front for me."
Jake rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his knees. Bradley caressed his thighs before moving his hands to palm the blond's ass. Jake gritted his teeth. He felt exposed. And he was rock hard.
Bradley pretended not to notice his discomfort. "Look at your hole, so pretty and pink. Every inch of you is fucking gorgeous." He leaned forward and kissed it. "One day, I'm going to take you apart with just my mouth. Would you like that?"
Jake whimpered. He'd like that very much.
"I can't hear you, Jake."
"Yes." He hissed.
"I know you would," Bradley said with a grin, his finger pressing against his entrance. "Not today, though. You want me to fuck you, right?"
"Yeah."
"What was that?"
Jake rolled his eyes. "Yes, I want you to fuck me."
Bradley nodded. "I'll give you what you want, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you." He pushed the first finger inside slowly, admiring how the tight ring of muscle gave way for him.
"Look at you opening up for me."
Jake squirmed beneath him. "Hurry up."
“Patience, sweetheart. We don’t have to rush.” Bradley chided, adding a second finger and pumping them slowly. Jake moaned and reached down to touch himself. Bradley swatted his hand away playfully. Jake groaned and rocked back against his fingers.
Bradley obliged him and added a third finger. “How many fingers can you take, Jake? You’re so greedy.”
Jake blushed and wasn’t going to dignify that with a response. “Bradley, please.”
“Is that what you do in here when you’re alone? You fuck yourself with your fingers? You know you can call me when you need someone to fill you up, beautiful.” Bradley angled his fingers and brushed them against the bundle of nerves that made Jake cry out.
Bradley grinned and continued his ministrations. “You could probably come just like this, huh? Don’t worry. I won’t make you. I said I was gonna make you come properly, remember?” He removed his fingers, and Jake whined at the loss.
“I'm sorry, baby. It won’t be long now.” He made quick work of putting on the condom and slicking himself up.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay? I want it to last.” Bradley said, lining himself up with Jake’s entrance and pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade before easing inside him.
Jake knew that Bradley had a big cock. He’d been thinking about it ever since he got his mouth on it. It had been the subject of one too many inappropriate daydreams. Still, Jake was unprepared for the undignified sound that left his own mouth as Bradley finally pushed that gorgeous cock inside him.
Mortification consumed Jake’s body, and he tensed up. He heard Bradley groan behind him. “Jake, Baby. If you clench around me like that, I don’t think I can last too long.”
The blond struggled to keep his voice even. “Y-You’ve been talking a big game. Shame if you can’t back it up.”
Bradley growled. “Oh, I’ll back it up, sweetheart.” He said, punctuating his sentence with a jerk of his hips. He started moving slowly at first, controlling the push and pull of their bodies together. “God, you’re a wet dream.”
Jake’s hands gripped his bedsheets, knuckles white. “ You’ve said that before.” He said, breathless.
“And it’s the truth,” Bradley answered. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this. Do you think about me too?” He asked. He adjusted his angle, searching for that sweet spot. He knew he had struck gold when Jake cried out in pleasure. His hands gripped the blond’s hips, and he began to fuck him with practiced precision. He enjoyed the noises that Jake made and the slick sound of their bodies coming together.
The blond felt his orgasm building in his stomach and started to tremble. “F-Fuck Bradley, I’m going to come.”
Bradley immediately stopped and pulled out. Jake saw red.
“Bradshaw, what the actual fuck?”
“Sorry, sorry,” Bradley said, hurriedly, flipping Jake over so that he was on his back. “I need to see you.” He captured the blond’s lips in a kiss before grabbing his waist and thrusting back inside him. “Want to look at your pretty face when you come.”
Jake couldn’t come up with a snarky comeback as Bradley continued to hammer at the spot inside him that made his brain turn into mush. Bradshaw was ridiculous. But he also made Jake want to jump out of his own skin and do dangerous things like fool around in inappropriate places or ask him to stay the night.
His orgasm came quickly, and Bradley fucked him through it, peppering his jaw with kisses and continuing his litany of sweet nothings. Bradley didn’t last long after him, and when they were both spent, he pulled away and rolled over beside him.
Once the post-orgasm haze wore off, Jake got up and staggered into his bathroom. He took his time washing up, pondering on what to actually say to Bradley now that they officially consummated whatever this thing was between them. Somehow ‘thanks for the sex’ didn’t seem appropriate. He steeled himself for any awkwardness that would ensue before returning to his bedroom.
Whatever conversation he thought would happen between them, wasn’t happening. Not tonight, anyway.
Bradley was fast asleep.
The blond watched him for a moment, studying his face. He didn’t have it in him to wake him up. Instead, he crawled into bed beside him and pulled the covers up. They could talk tomorrow.