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“I don’t know why you insisted that I come with you, Seresin,” Bradley groaned, “The bar last night was enough but now you want to drag me to a rodeo of all places?”
“We both have leave and you yourself admitted that you had nowhere else to go,” Jake waved a dismissive hand, “With Nat offshore and our dear captain at a conference, you would’ve been bored out of your mind.”
“I agreed to come with you on the assumption that you wouldn’t be torturing me,” Bradley griped into his cup of coffee.
“You love me,” Jake leaned into his space with that infuriating smirk.
Bradley shoved him away by his jaw, “If you aren’t careful, the whole ‘saving my life’ thing won’t be enough to even make me like you anymore.”
“You wound me, Bradshaw,” Jake clutched a hand to his chest, “Truly,” he slipped a toothpick into the corner of his mouth.
“Remind me why I’m friends with you now,” Bradley leaned into the window, grumbling to himself.
“Well, you can quit your whining cause we’re here now,” Jake turned into the parking lot of a small arena.
“Yay,” Bradley sarcastically said.
“Lighten up for once, Rooster,” Jake smacked his shoulder, causing Bradley to retaliate which turned it into a slap-fight. It ended with Jake’s finger in Bradley face, “You just might fall off your perch.”
Neither of them had any clue how true that premonition was.
Jake secured them a pair of tickets, then lead Bradley through the arena’s concourse until he found a concession stand. There, he bought himself a beer and a boat of loaded fries. Nauseated by the smell alone, Bradley took a water and angled his body away from his wingman when they took a seat in the bleachers until Jake had eaten the whole thing.
By the time the team ropers had come out, kicking up dirt, hooting and hollering their whole way around the arena, Bradley was starting to feel better than he had, but he was bored out of his mind.
Right up until Jake yelped at his side and Bradley turned quickly to face him.
“Tyler, I swear to God!” Jake yelled, fighting back against a laughing blond that curled himself over Jake’s shoulders.
“You’re too easy, little brother,” the man, Tyler, he supposed, laughed, roughhousing with Jake.
Jake paused in their play-fighting to glare up at the blond, “I am five minutes younger than you, you ass.”
“Five minutes older is still older,” Tyler smirked and that’s when Bradley realized just how similar he looked to Jake.
Sure, Tyler’s hair was longer and messier underneath the cowboy hat perched on his head, and he had stubble all across his cheeks where Jake was completely clean shaven, but underneath it, he and Jake were downright identical. The same facial structure, the same green eyes, the same broad shoulders and trim waist.
Twins Bradley thought to himself with a note of hysteria, They’re twins.
That’s when Tyler’s eyes turned onto him and he smiled, something soft and sweet that Bradley had never in his life seen on Jake’s face, and he tilted his head, “Where are my manners? Who’s your friend?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Bradley interjected, “Wingmen, maybe, but not friends.”
Both men laughed, the same sound, the same toss of the head, the same smile.
“But I saved your life, Bradshaw, that’s gotta mean something,” Jake teased.
“Sometimes, I wish you hadn’t,” Bradley deadpanned, pulling even more laughter from the brothers.
“Forgive my brother, he’s never been the best with manners,” Tyler leaned over, holding a hand out in greeting with that same kind smile on his face, “I’m Tyler.”
“Bradley,” he reciprocated the handshake, feeling the callouses on Tyler’s hands as their hands touched.
“Well, it’s mighty nice to meet you, Bradley,” Tyler grinned, shaking his hand firmly. His accent was thicker than Jake’s, probably because he’d lived his whole life in Arkansas, where Jake’s had faded with time and distance.
“Same to you, Tyler,” Bradley nodded, slightly dazed by the other man’s presence. It was infectious, in a way. Dizzying.
“What the hell are you doing here, of all places?” Jake questioned as Tyler stepped over the bench to seat himself between them.
“Storm season ended,” Tyler said, as if that answered everything. And for a moment, it seemed to, as Jake nodded with an ‘ah’.
“Me and the wranglers have been back for about a week now and I was getting bored, so I talked Dani and Lils into coming with me,” he laughed a little, shaking his head and scruffing his beard, “They snuck off together about half an hour ago, then I noticed you.”
“They’re worse than Boone and Javi,” Jake shook his head with a laugh.
“They’ll realize at some point that we came in my truck and they’ll come back with some food as an apology,” Tyler laughed, “This is a yearly tradition at this point.”
“Speaking of food,” Jake stood, jostling the can in his hands, “My beer is empty, so I’ll be right back.”
Tyler watched him go before turning back to the arena with a shake of the head and a sigh, “He just doesn’t wanna sit through the bull riders.”
“Why do you say that?” Bradley asked curiously.
“Cause apparently watching your twin brother take a bull’s hoof to the forehead and a fracture to the spine was a little traumatizing,” Tyler smiled wryly.
Bradley winced in sympathy, “I’m sorry, man.”
Tyler waved a hand in dismissal, smile brightening back up, “Ahh, it was years ago, I’m happier doing what I do now, but Jake never really got over it,” he sighed, shaking his head, “He cares, even when he’s not the greatest at showing it.”
“What do you do now?” Bradley questioned curiously, changing the subject.
“I’m a storm chaser,” Tyler smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bradley guffawed in shock, “Right, cause that’s so much safer.”
“Well, he doesn’t watch the livestreams either, so…” Tyler shrugged.
“Wait, wait, back up,” Bradley waved a hand, “Not only do you chase tornados, you livestream it, too?”
“I’ve got a degree in meteorology and a passion for teaching people,” Tyler leaned back on his hand, relaxing into a lounged position that pulled his t-shirt and jeans taut over his muscular figure.
Damn, Bradley thought, forcing himself back to Earth as Tyler kept talking.
“—my team knows what they’re doing and we do what we can to help people wherever we go,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “We spent all of last summer in Oklahoma doing what we could during a once-in-a-lifetime storm outbreak, it was devastating and terrifying but we saved a few lives and that’s enough for me.”
Bradley nodded, sighing slightly as he spoke, “I guess I can’t really say anything about dangerous work, I’m a fighter pilot, it’d make me a hypocrite.”
“Yes it would, city boy,” Tyler nodded, his smile teasing and playful.
“So what do you do in the off-season?” Bradley questioned around a sip of water, “I mean, I know this is tornado alley but storms aren’t happening year round.”
“They certainly are not,” Tyler shook his head with a laugh, “When we first started, most of us had seasonal jobs for fall through spring, but now the streams make enough revenue to keep all of us paid, so we mostly just hang out for a few months and prep for the next storm season.”
“Prep how?” Bradley asked curiously.
“Repairs to the truck or equipment, upgrades or mods to our tech, planning our route, educational videos to keep our viewers informed, checking back in with towns that had catastrophic damage over the summer, just odds and ends really,” Tyler explained, his eyes on the cowboys as they kicked up dirt in the pit.
Bradley nodded in understanding, unable to take his eyes off of Tyler. For some reason, even though Bradley had stopped being attracted to Jake the moment the other aviator opened his mouth, he found his twin brother so entrancing. Those same pretty green eyes, but softer and more open than Jake’s hard glare. That same jawline but softened by the stubble on his cheeks. The same smile but easier, less of a smirk and more genuine. The same body but emphasized by Tyler’s laid-back posture and rugged clothing, his tight Levis, snug white t-shirt, and open flannel shirt.
Tyler glanced at him and realized he’d been staring, so he raised an eyebrow, “What? Got somethin’ on my face?” And he patted at his cheeks.
“No,” Bradley shook his head, “No, it’s—it’s nothing.”
“Well, its not nothing,” Tyler quirked his lips up at the corner, his eyebrow lifting further in question.
“No, I just—“ Bradley waved a hand dismissively, “It’s stupid.”
“Nothing’s stupid comin’ outta that mouth,” Tyler gestured at him, looking at him between his eyelashes and that’s when Bradley realized that Tyler was more perceptive than he’d been playing it. And he was responding.
So Bradley thought and turned to face Tyler a little more head-on. “I just couldn’t help but notice the differences between you and your brother,” he pursed his lips before turning into a smile, “You’re prettier.”
Tyler smirked, in spite of the flush of color Bradley could see coming to his cheeks, “You don’t say?”
“By far,” Bradley nodded, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bench behind him.
“Consider me charmed, darlin’,” Tyler grinned, “You ain’t too bad yourself.”
“I’m flattered,” Bradley nodded his acceptance, leaning closer so he and Tyler were shoulder-to-shoulder, “But you have no room to talk with the way you make that cowboy hat look.”
“You could always borrow it,” Tyler tilted his head, as though he were posing a question in and of itself, “I could see you lookin’ good in a Stetson.”
“I think I’ll let you keep it,” Bradley smiled, and Tyler’s shoulders slumped slightly, like he was let-down by the admittance.
“I s’pose that’s your prerogative,” he nodded, turning back to the rodeo and Bradley’s smile melted as he realized he’d misstepped somewhere.
Multiple minutes passed by in silence. Bradley briefly wondered about Jake’s whereabouts and tried to continue watching the rodeo, his attention lost the moment he tried, Tyler’s warmth still pressed close at his side.
“I’m sorry,” he broke the silence, “Was there an innuendo I didn’t get or…”
Tyler turned back to him, “What, you don’t know the cowboy hat rule?”
Bradley was intrigued once more so he leaned ever-so-slightly closer and quirked an eyebrow, “The cowboy hat rule?”
“Y’know,” Tyler smirked, leaning in and breaking the barrier of respectable distance so he could whisper in Bradley’s ear, “Wear the hat, ride the cowboy.” His accent made the words fall past his lips like a purr and Bradley was stunned into brief silence before he took a breath, leaning back to meet Tyler’s eyes.
“Mm, I think I’d much rather take you for a ride, cowboy,” he raised a challenging eyebrow, poking his tongue out to swipe at his bottom lip, watching Tyler’s eyes glow with arousal, tracking the motion.
“Don’t get that offer often,” Tyler mused, his gaze carrying heat by the time they met eyes once more, “It’s tempting, I won’t lie.”
“So take it,” Bradley stated plainly.
Tyler stared at him for another long moment and right as he opened his mouth, they were interrupted by Jake’s return, his voice breaking their tension as he bitched about the line he’d had to wait in for the bathroom.
• • •
As the three of them filed out through the crowd pouring forth through the arena’s gates, the tension lingered, broken but not dissolved. Tyler and Bradley shared wonton looks whenever they could get away with it, as they journeyed towards Jake’s truck.
Out of nowhere, two girls approached. Tyler and Jake both seemed to recognize them and they greeted Jake eagerly. The girl with dreads approached Tyler sheepishly, offering a bag of what appeared to be deer jerky with an apologetic smile. Bradley thought he’d seen a booth selling jerky on the way in. The girl with short hair and a straw cowboy hat on her head stood back, arms crossed and unapologetic grin on her face. When Tyler looked at her, she just shrugged.
Tyler couldn’t do anything but laugh. “See, I told you it’d be fine, Lils,” the other girl said. Ahh, the aforementioned Dani and Lily.
“He is our boss, D,” Lily retorted, crossing her arms.
“And, he’s our friend,” Dani tilted her head in response.
“And our ride,” Lily raised her eyebrows for emphasis.
“You’re just skittish cause you started working for him when he was a hardass,” Dani laughed, tucking Lilly into her side as Lily grumbled at her.
“I expected it to happen from the moment we walked through the gate,” Tyler laughed, waving a hand, “It’s fine, but I do need to talk to you two real quick,” he gestured to the side, as they followed him quickly. He pointed sternly at Jake, “Don’t leave yet!” Jake gave him a sarcastic thumbs up and together, he and Bradley leaned against the front of his truck as they waited.
“Well,” Bradley started, “Not a total dud for a night out.”
“What did I tell you?” Jake threw his hands bitchily, swinging around to face him. He tossed a punch to Bradley’s shoulder, “And quit making eyes at my brother, by the way! It’s weird!”
“He’s hot!” Bradley held his hands up defensively.
Jake cringed, “Don’t ever say those words in a sentence together ever again, please.”
Bradley just shrugged. “If you don’t want me to be gay about it, don’t introduce me to hot men,” he pursed his lips.
Jake groaned dramatically, “Oh my god, it’s not about your being gay about it, it’s about you being weird about my brother.”
Bradley pointed an accusing finger, “Your brother, who offered me his cowboy hat earlier!”
Jake gasped, clutching his metaphorical pearls as he stepped back, “He didn’t?”
“Yeah,” Bradley smugly nodded.
“Oh god,” Jake cringed, cupping his palms on either side of his temples, his eyes on the asphalt.
Jake opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by Tyler jogging back over, flanked by the girls.
“Jake, is there any way you can do me a favor and drive the girls home? They don’t live far from here, maybe ten minutes,” Tyler asked with that easy-going smile of his, hands on his hips.
Jake crossed his arms, “And what’s in it for me?”
“Still getting to talk to your brother, for one,” Tyler joked with a tilted head, “And maybe…I’ll meet up with you and Bradley in the morning, buy you breakfast?”
“Fine,” Jake rolled his eyes with a put-upon sigh but he couldn’t entirely mask the quirk of his lips, revealing his personal enjoyment of the back and forth with his brother.
“Cool,” Tyler gave two thumbs up and began walking backwards, “I ‘ppreciate it!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Jake pinched his nose as he called back.
Tyler shot Bradley a look, tipping his hat with a challenging smirk, before turning to face forward as he picked up his pace to a jog across the asphalt. Bradley watched him go for only a moment before he found his feet moving too. Before long, he too was jogging to follow the man he’d met just that night.
“Traitor!” Jake called at his back and Bradley whirled around to face him, keeping pace as he went.
“What do you want from me?” Bradley questioned incredulously with a bright grin and a shrug of his shoulders. He watched Jake roll his eyes again. “Keep doing that, they’ll get stuck that way!”
“Fuck you, Bradshaw!” Jake hoisted his middle finger.
“Wrong twin, Seresin!” Bradley replied with a cheeky smirk, just to watch Jake’s face crumple in disgust. He cackled, turning back around to find Tyler standing beside his own truck, a kitted out, cherry red, Dodge Ram with more hardware on it than most planes had. Impressive, Bradley’s engineering minor couldn’t help but notice.
“You ready, city boy?” Tyler grinned.
“Only if you are, cowboy,” Bradley pursed his lips.
“Alright, alright, alright,” Tyler gave his best Matthew McConaughey as he stepped up onto the running board of his truck, pulling the door open.
Bradley couldn’t get to the passenger side fast enough.
• • •
It was a frenzy of motion the second they passed over the threshold of Tyler’s house. With the closing of the door behind them, they were on each other. Mouths colliding, hands roaming, hair ruffling, cocks hardening, the whole nine. Tyler urged them down a hall, never once pulling away from the kiss, and once he yanked the door to his bedroom open, clothes were free game.
Bradley’s hands shoved Tyler’s flannel off while Tyler’s hand found his belt immediately. Then Bradley pulled off Tyler’s shirt, admiring his bare chest as much as he could before Tyler was wrestling him out of his hoodie, leaving him in just a tank top. Bradley got to Tyler’s belt, yanking it loose of the loops, while Tyler kicked his own boots off. Playing catch up, Bradley kicked his shoes off and allowed Tyler to ruck his tank up, leaving them both in just their jeans.
Bradley’s hands couldn’t help but roam, finding their way to Tyler’s chest. Tyler’s breath hitched as Bradley’s fingertips ghosted over his nipples and Bradley decided to pocket that information, instead dipping his head to kiss along Tyler’s neck. Tyler leaned into the touch, his hands coming up to grasp Bradley’s shoulders, pulling him even closer.
Bradley walked Tyler backwards until the backs of Tyler’s knees hit the edge of his bed. With a light shove, Tyler toppled back onto the mattress, landing with a bounce, and he smiled up at Bradley, holding his hands up in invitation. Bradley smiled back, falling down on top of him, right into said hands as they caught his biceps, squeezing the muscles firmly while their tongues intertwined.
The kiss, in and of itself, was electric. Like bolts of lightning shot underneath their skin as their noses nudged together. Tyler hummed into it and Bradley broke away, panting. But he didn’t give himself any mercy, instead he trailed feather-light kisses and kitten-licks down Tyler’s jaw and then down his neck. When his mouth touched Tyler’s collarbone, Tyler’s breath hitched and Bradley felt his legs shift. He smirked against the skin and pressed another open-mouthed kiss to the very same spot, this time prodding at the sensitive skin with his tongue. Tyler inhaled sharply, a hand coming up to thread it’s way into Bradley’s hair. Bradley started to suck on the skin then, eliciting a soft sound from Tyler’s mouth that made Bradley look up through his eyelashes at the other man.
Tyler’s mouth was dropped open slightly and his eyes were turned downwards to watch Bradley, his eyes filled with lust. Bradley didn’t let up any pressure, just held eye-contact as he sucked at the skin until it bruised. Tyler’s eyelashes fluttered and Bradley could feel his chest heaving underneath him. He pulled away with a ‘pop’ sound, the skin he left behind already blooming bright red where it would turn purple by morning.
Bradley nudged himself lower, crawling further down along Tyler’s body until his feet returned to the floor, his lips dragging along Tyler’s chest. He dipped down to twirl his tongue around either of Tyler’s nipples. Tyler gasped in response, his muscles clenching and his hips shifting in a way that told Bradley he’d suppressed the urge to buck up.
“These are gorgeous, you know that?” Bradley hummed, swiping the flat of his tongue over one of them again. Tyler hummed in response, closing his eyes. Bradley glanced down. “And wired straight to your cock, apparently,” he said, toying the other between his fingers, watching the tent in Tyler’s jeans kick in response.
Tyler didn’t respond but Bradley watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. So Bradley dipped lower and began trailing kisses down Tyler’s stomach, over his navel, across his belly-button, feeling the skin underneath him jump at the touch, and down the V of his hips until he hit rough denim where Tyler’s jeans started.
“I think it’s time these go, huh?” Bradley murmured against Tyler’s stomach, rasping his mustache over the spot just under his belly-button that had the skin of Tyler’s belly twitching with every ghost of a motion, “Yeah,” he cracked a smile, kissing at the spot to feel the muscles twitch right against his nose, “I think so.”
He popped the button open with a flick and pulled the zipper down easily, before shimmying the denim down Tyler’s hips. Tyler hitched his ass up to let Bradley pull them all the way off. Bradley tossed them, as if they’d personally offended him by simply existing, and he dipped his head to mouth at Tyler through the damp tent in his soft boxers. Tyler’s head fell back, a soft sound escaping his mouth as he went.
Bradley licked along the imprint of Tyler’s cock, feeling as it jumped and jerked beneath him, his hands resting on Tyler’s thighs where the thick, corded muscle twitched in response to the stimulus. He did it again, listening for Tyler’s soft groan. “What?” He asked mockingly, “Does that feel good?”
“Please,” Tyler looked down at him, green eyes wide and open like a pleading puppy, “Bradley, please.”
“Please what?” Bradley climbed back up the bed, resting his hands either side of Tyler’s head.
“Anything,” Tyler whispered, his voice hoarse, his eyes half-lidded, “Do anything you want, just please make me feel good, darlin’.”
“Of course, baby,” Bradley whispered, tucking in for a kiss that Tyler eagerly reciprocated, “I wanna make you feel so good, it’ll have you crying.”
“Please,” Tyler curled his hands around Bradley’s waist, grinding up to meet him, “God, I’ve never wanted anybody to fuck me this badly.”
“Message received,” Bradley grinned against Tyler’s mouth, “I hear you, cowboy, I hear you.”
So Bradley drew back to the edge of the bed. He slowly pulled Tyler’s boxers free of his body, watching as Tyler’s sticky, weeping cock was peeled free of the soaked cotton, bobbing up to his stomach the moment it was unrestrained. Bradley dipped down, kissing the purpled head with a soft, open-mouthed kiss. Tyler whined, fisting the fabric of the duvet beneath him in between his fingers.
But Bradley didn’t linger, instead kneeling right at the edge of the bed and pulling Tyler closer to the edge of the mattress by his thighs. Tyler bowed up to watch what he was doing as Bradley hauled those thick, muscular thighs over his shoulders, spreading them in a perfect V and tilting Tyler’s hips just so. He exposed Tyler’s hole from between his full cheeks, the cleft of his ass flushed red with arousal and the rim of his hole twitching in anticipation, begging for attention.
Who was Bradley to deny him?
“Oh fuck,” Tyler groaned, letting his upper body fall back into the mattress again as Bradley got to work, quickly swirling his tongue all around the rim of his hole. Tyler hummed the entire time as Bradley licked and prodded at the skin, persuading it to open to him. And once he had enough purchase to dip his tongue inside easily, he went to town. Prodding his tongue inside and curling it to reach the sensitive inner walls. Licking all around the rim, tonguing at the perineum and making Tyler moan, soft and broken. Brushing the bristles of his mustache along the sensitive skin, leaving behind a beard burn that would not let Tyler forget who had been between his legs for the days to come.
Tyler bloomed like a summer rose, his thighs tensing as he tried to clench his legs around Bradley’s head, only stopped by the bruising grip Bradley had on him, his hole opening under Bradley’s ministrations with ease until Bradley could ease a finger in with nothing more than his spit to slick the way. At the first tap against his prostate, Tyler went tense as a bowstring, letting out a sharp gasp that turned into a low, long moan halfway through. “God, I forgot how good this could be,” he panted, his hips subtly rocking down onto Bradley’s finger, begging for more.
“I don’t know why you aren’t a kept and well-fucked man at this point,” Bradley mused, teasing the tip of a second finger as he raised from his knees to stand, “It’s plain as day to me that you make the perfect little bottom.” Tyler groaned, clenching his eyes closed as Bradley’s words paired with another soft stroke at his prostate. “Such a precious and eager little pup,” Bradley cooed, his tone just mocking enough to be arousing. He watched Tyler’s abs seize at the nickname, his chest heaving for air.
Bradley slipped his fingers away and Tyler pushed himself to his hands, staring at him in confusion. Bradley chuckled, “Where’s your lube?”
“Top drawer,” he pointed to the left nightstand, “Hurry.”
“Just for that, I shouldn’t let you cum,” Bradley lifted a challenging eyebrow. Tyler’s eyelashes fluttered, his breathing turning labored. “But I wanna see you fall apart around my cock more than I want to put you in your place, so you get out of it this time.”
Tyler flopped back onto the bed with a pained groan, “You’re killing me here, city-boy.”
“All in a day’s work, cowboy,” Bradley retorted, returning quickly with a full bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer in question, “What say we get to work now, puppy?”
“Fuck,” Tyler whispered, biting his lip as he closed his eyes, “You keep calling me that and this is gonna be over far, far too soon,” he warned.
“Not the end of the world,” Bradley pursed his lips, slicking up his fingers, “I’ll just make you come again.”
Tyler whined high in his throat and Bradley laughed, the sound cruel. “Sit still for me, baby,” Bradley said, gliding one slicked finger in and pressing at Tyler’s eager hole with another, “Gonna try to make this quick.” He watched as Tyler’s jaw slackened, falling open, his green eyes fading hazy as he slid his second finger in, stretching Tyler’s hole.
He waited until Tyler’s body relaxed again to slide a third in and only then did he started moving them in favor of feeling Tyler’s body fighting it’s own instincts between clenching down around the intrusion and inviting him in. He spread his fingers apart first, pushing at the tightness surrounding them and stretching the muscles open. Tyler grunted, hissing a little between his teeth.
“You okay?” Bradley checked in.
Tyler nodded, clenching his eyelids shut, “Yeah,” he said a little breathlessly, “It’s just been a minute—fuck.”
Bradley kept kneading softly at his walls, waiting for the firmness to give way a bit as Tyler relaxed more and more by the minute. He could physically feel as the tension left the blond’s body, but he also watched as he melted back bit by bit, letting Bradley and the mattress take charge.
With no warning or prompting, Bradley finally curled his fingers up and watched all of that relaxed puddle tense back up as he stroked over Tyler’s prostate. “Oh shit,” Tyler swore, his hands clenching at the duvet again. Once Bradley had his number, he went for it and gave no mercy, stroking with quick, nimble fingers and an unforgiving pressure. Tyler bucked up into it, his eyes flying open as he panted for the air Bradley didn’t let him have.
Bradley crowded in over him, never once faltering in his stimulating motion below, feeling as Tyler’s muscles quirked and jumped in response. Tyler’s hands went to his biceps, clenching his hands around Bradley’s arms so tight that Bradley was sure it’d leave a bruise behind in the perfect print of Tyler’s palms. “Bradley,” Tyler moaned, his voice breaking out and turning watery, cracking high as he swore again, “Oh shit, I can’t—ahh, it feels good, I’m gonna—ah! I’m gonna come.”
“So come,” Bradley shrugged, still going steady. Tyler hissed, giving a long, broken moan, and then Bradley watched as every single muscle in his body tensed, his back bowing up off the bed and his forehead coming up to meet Bradley’s neck. He felt as Tyler’s hole clenched down tightly around his fingers, so tight he could barely move them anymore, and then he felt as string after string of hot, white cum splattered onto both of them.
“Good puppy,” Bradley laughed, watching Tyler tip his head back, riding out the high. He kept up the stimulation at his prostate, helping the orgasm carry through, but his fingers softened and slowed. Only once Tyler melted all the way back into the bed with one last low moan did he stop.
“Fuck,” Tyler breathed, blinking as though he were seeing the world through new eyes, his eyelashes damp with unshed tears, “I haven’t come like that in years.”
“You needed it, apparently,” Bradley chuckled, easing his fingers out of Tyler’s hole, glancing down to the generous load of cum that had sprayed across both of their stomachs in thick ribbons.
“Shit, no kidding,” Tyler laughed breathlessly, swiping his hand over his sweat-damp forehead, “Hoo.”
“Maybe we’ll just leave it there, then—“ Bradley swiped his hand clean off on his boxers but Tyler grabbed him by the hips with those strong, calloused hands, pulling him down on top of him.
“And just where are you going?” Tyler quirked at eyebrow, “I was promised a ride, city boy,” he bit his lip seductively.
“If you really want—“ Bradley held his hands up in surrender, being cut off as Tyler tugged him even closer, this time grinding Bradley’s trapped cock against the crux of Tyler’s hip, pulling a moan from the aviator’s mouth.
“Oh, I want,” Tyler nodded, “Come on, show me what you’ve got.”
“Are you sure?” Bradley checked in one last time, watching Tyler roll his eyes.
“If you’d prefer, I’m sure I’ve got a toy around here somewhere that would suffice—“ Tyler started to sit up only for Bradley to pin him back down with a sturdy palm on his chest. Tyler’s satisfied smirk told him that he’d fallen right into Tyler’s hands.
“Oh no,” Bradley smirked, “No, poor puppy needs a cock, remember? Silicone just won’t do,” he cooed condescendingly, pulling a whine from the man beneath him, “You want me?”
“Please,” Tyler nodded, straight back to pliant and submissive under his hands.
“What do you want?” Bradley asked, a challenge in his eyes, his hand creeping up Tyler’s bare chest to rest at the base of his throat. Tyler’s eyes flared at the touch, even though Bradley put no pressure behind his hand. It was just the threat, the knowledge that he could if he wanted to.
“Your cock,” Tyler’s chest heaved for breath and his voice sounded broken already.
“Where do you want it?” Bradley questioned, placing a kiss to one of Tyler’s nipples and feeling his half-hard cock give a valiant kick against his stomach.
“Splitting me open,” Tyler panted, clawing at Bradley’s shoulders in an attempt to bring him closer, “Please.”
“How do you want it?” Bradley grinned slyly against Tyler’s chest, feeling his lungs hitch with a sob under his mouth.
“Hard,” Tyler moaned, bucking his hips up in plea, “And fast.”
“Why do you want it?” This time, Tyler out and out whined in response to the question and Bradley just smiled.
“Because I need it,” Tyler pleaded, fluttering those pretty lashes up at Bradley.
“Why do you need it?” Bradley tilted his head.
“Because I feel empty,” Tyler whimpered, “And you’re the only thing that’s gonna fill me up, please, please fuck me, Bradley!”
“Okay!” Bradley laughed and ducked down for a kiss, “I think you’ve begged enough,” he mumbled into the kiss, “Turn over.” He backed off and Tyler flipped himself over eagerly, wiggling his ass in the air as he went. Bradley slapped it, hearing Tyler grunt with the impact and watching the pale, alabaster skin bloom a beautiful red.
“Don’t move,” Bradley ordered, grabbing for the lube and the condom. He worked quick and efficient, slipping the condom on with quick and nimble fingers before slicking himself thoroughly with the lube. He hissed under his breath at the coolness of the lube, waiting a moment for his blood-flushed skin to warm it, before he edged forward, notching the head of his cock against Tyler’s fluttering hole.
“You want it?” Bradley asked again, taking hold of Tyler’s hip.
“Ye—“ Tyler’s tone was exasperated and frustrated but Bradley smirked as he cut him off by pressing in, knocking the breath straight from Tyler’s lungs. When he finally found air again, he could only moan as Bradley slowly slid all the way in, nine thick inches splitting Tyler’s delicate little hole open.
“Fuck,” Tyler shuddered beneath him, “I could tell you were big but fuck, I didn’t realize how hung you were.”
“They don’t call me Rooster for nothing,” Bradley chuckled, steeling himself against the urge to buck in and out wildly, letting Tyler adjust to the stretch.
“God, your such an asshole,” Tyler moaned, “It’s no fucking wonder you and Jake get along.”
“We don’t, for starters,” Bradley clarified, “But maybe don’t mention your brother while my dick’s in your ass.”
“I’m trying to think about literally anything else,” Tyler said between clenched teeth, “You’re big.”
“Keep stroking my ego,” Bradley laughed, a little breathless with the effort it was taking not to move. The muscles in his thighs were trembling from the way he kept resisting natural instinct. “And this’ll be over quicker than either of us would like.”
“Holy shit,” Tyler panted and Bradley could feel as the muscles in his body slowly relaxed into the intrusion, “Okay, fuck, move.”
Bradley’s hips bucked with no further delay, drawing a sharp moan from Tyler’s lips. “Don’t have to ask me twice,” he panted, holding Tyler’s hips firmly in place and drawing out, this time a bit more measured in his timing before he plunged back in.
“Oh shit, don’t stop,” Tyler pleaded, his hands white-knuckling the rucked bedcover, “Keep going, please.”
Bradley fell into a rhythm soon after. Quick strokes out, powerful thrusts in. Tyler panted around a chorus of ‘ah-ah-ah-ah’s with each graze against his prostate and it wasn’t long before Bradley felt Tyler clenching around him.
“Fuck,” Tyler sobbed, dropping his head down into the pillow and turning just so his mouth was exposed enough to speak, “I can’t come again without touching myself, please.”
“No,” Bradley told him, instead snaking his own hand underneath Tyler’s body to stroke in time with his thrusts, “Only I get to make you come, puppy.” Leaning over Tyler’s back changed the angle so rather than brushing Tyler’s prostate, he was pounding into it, and he felt Tyler trembling apart within seconds as soon as he got his hand on him, sobbing out his release.
Bradley didn’t let up, stroking him dry until Tyler reached down to paw his hand away. But he kept fucking him, hurrying his pace even more. Tyler winced and whined, “It’s—too much, ah! Fuck, it hurts—uh!” Bradley still didn’t let up, his stomach clenching in anticipation of the impending orgasm as Tyler’s hole clenched and squeezed rhythmically around him, still riding out the aftermath of his second orgasm.
“Bradley, please,” Tyler whined and that’s what broke the dam. Two strokes and Bradley was shaking apart, plunging in deep and holding there as he buried his nose in the back fo Tyler’s neck, panting for air while his cock spurted into the condom.
For several minutes, they both just laid where they fell, coming down from the overwhelming sensations. But eventually, Bradley mustered himself with a deep breath and forced himself back up onto his knees.
He eased his cock out of Tyler’s sore, flushed hole while Tyler winced at the drag and then gave a soft noise of discontent from the back of his throat at being left empty, his hole winking in discontent. Bradley dragged himself from the bed and into the ensuite to find two washcloths and a trash can for the used condom.
He returned back to the bed to find Tyler already half asleep. The tornado wrangler jumped when he started using the warm, wet cloth to sponge off the remnants of their sex from his body, but melted into the affection soon enough, even obediently turning onto his back so Bradley could wipe down his front.
Bradley cleaned himself off as well and then he picked Tyler up bridal-style, surprising the fucked out man, who flailed a little when he realized he was in the air before settling into Bradley’s strong hold, as Bradley tucked him under the sheets of the bed. He stripped the soiled duvet, which was covered in cum, spit, and sweat, and rather than digging through Tyler’s home, he grabbed a couple fold throw blankets from a chair in the corner, throwing them over the bed in place of the comforter.
The mess settled, Bradley slipped beneath the sheets beside Tyler and quickly learned that Tyler was like a koala when sleepy and well-fucked, as the blond clung to his side fervently, tucking his head into the crook fo Bradley’s neck. Not that Bradley was complaining.
“Best I’ve ever had,” Tyler sleepily mumbled, “And I’m not exaggerating.”
“You really don’t need to inflate my ego any further,” Bradley laughed.
“It’s not inflating your ego if it’s true,” Tyler yawned, “Sleep now.”
“Yes sir,” Bradley gave a little mock salute before leaning up as far as he could manage without dislodging Tyler from his chest, flicking the lamp off for good.
Tyler hummed, snuggling into his side as he settled back into the mattress. “Might just have to keep you around,” Tyler murmured.
“We’ll see,” Bradley whispered, kissing Tyler’s forehead with soft lips, stroking a hand back through his hair and down his spine, “Sleep now, puppy.”
Bradley smirked at the shiver he felt wrack Tyler’s body before his breathing eased, the blond slipping into slumber’s embrace. Yeah, he thought to himself, I just might stick around.