Lie to me, baby
This is pure smut (with feelings!), so... you know, proceed with caution 🫣🫣🫣
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“Lie to me, baby,” Bradley gasps, voice shaking and breathless, as Jake’s hands slowly - so painfully slowly - slide down his sides. The drag of fingernails against the soft flesh makes his whole body shiver.
They’ve been at it for so long now, he can barely remember his own name.
Jake hums around his nipple, the vibration sending electricity through Bradley’s whole body, making warm anticipation pooling in his already leaking cock.
Kissing and licking his way to the other nipple, Jake stops in the middle of Bradley’s chest to nuzzle his cheek against the soft curly hair scattered there. With his chin propped up in between his pecs, he looks up at Bradley through his lashes, all false innocence.
“What do you want to hear, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low, words slow, just the way he knows will make Bradley’s toes curl. He runs his nails through the hair at Bradley’s chest, letting it tangle around his fingers as he scratches the delicate skin underneath, leaving four angry looking red lines behind.
“Jesus,” Bradley’s chest falls as he lets his head thump back into the pillow, unable to hold his gaze. “I don’t know,” he breathes out while he plants a heel into the mattress, trying to grind against Jake’s thigh that's conveniently hovering only inches away from where he needs it pressed against him, seeking friction.
Jake just arches his back to avoid any contact, pressing Bradley’s things into the mattress with his knee instead.
“You gotta tell me, honey,” he says, voice dripping with fake sweetness, dominance in disguise. To punctuate his point, he grinds against Bradley’s side, chasing pleasure but careful to avoid touching Bradley’s cock at all.
“Something, anything…” Bradley heaves helplessly, throwing his arm over his eyes to try and reduce the assault of sensations currently driving his body crazy. “Be nice to me…”
Jake purrs, resuming his ministrations to his Bradley’s again, dragging a low moan from his already dry lips as he kisses his other nipple, more teeth than lips, no finesse.
“I’m always nice to you,” he licks the reddened skin and blows a cooling breath over the wet spot. Bradley’s whole upper body breaks out in goosebumps and he laughs through another gasp as Jake bites again, nipping his way lower with every touch of his teeth.
“You’re lying already,” he grumbles, though it comes out weak.
Jake smirks. “Maybe.”
He rests his cheek against the soft part of Bradley’s belly and lets his hands roam the planes of warm skin. He won’t ever tell, but it’s one of his favourite parts of Bradley’s body, right next to the perfect swell of his ass, his thighs, the smile he gets after coming undone under Jake’s touch, the sounds he makes…
He knows he’s stalling. It’s intentional. He’s got Bradley exactly where he wants him, trembling, breathless and beautiful underneath him. Why would he rush the best part? Because this is the best part - driving him crazy, making him want, making him tremble with need, worshipping every inch of his skin…
He licks the precome that’s already pooling at the base of Bradley’s cock, making his whole body jerk. His hands shoot out to grab on to Jake, searching for an anchor.
“Na-ah,” Jake bites hard in the soft skin on Bradley’s hip. “We said no touching, darlin’”
And the words might be slow and sweet like a hot summer day, but the command is clear.
“Please, baby,” Bradley’ breath hitches as he whispers frantically, pulling his hands away, burying them in the sheets instead.“Talk to me, I need… Something.”
Jake’s hips stutter as the word please leave Bradley’s lips in a huff of needy frustration. He groans and digs his fingers deep into Bradley’s thighs just to alleviate some of the energy running through his body. The primal part of his brain is extremely aroused by the fact that it’s gonna bruise. The more rational part too, if he’s honest.
The pressure tears another long and pained moan out of Bradley's throat.
“Please,” he breathes out again, because he knows Jake and he knows how to get to him.
In an abrupt, swift motion, he’s being turned on his stomach. And good lord, he goes willingly, arching his back and propping his ass up, right in Jake’s face in a practiced move.
The truth is, Jake gets it. Bradley spread out under him, trembling with anticipation, willing to surrender, to let go, but without the ability to touch back… He needs the anchor. Something to keep him in there, weigh him down and balance the vulnerability, so he doesn’t crash out afterwards.
“Of course, baby,” Jake says softly, as he plants a wet kiss on one of Bradley’s ass cheeks, searching blindly for the lube.
“I was just thinking,” he drawls, his words interrupted by a tell-tale loud click cracking through the air, “about taking you out for brunch tomorrow.”
The lube is cold, so he waits, warming it up between his fingers. Meanwhile…
Without any warning, Jake licks a long wet stripe in between Bradley’s cheeks, tearing a cry out of him. The cry turns into a whimper, as Jake’s tongue swirls around the sensitive skin right there, all slick heat, making its way into his body.
“I’ll wake you up with my mouth… will make you feel so good.” The words are pressed into Bradley’s skin like a prayer. “Then I’ll fuck you slow and sweet until you’re aching all over… We’re gonna lie in a little, then grab something to eat at that old place you like so much, the one with the lacy curtains and the… the burgers,” he goes on, a little breathless, weaving the lie into the fabric of their lives so it feels real while puffing hot breath against Bradley’s hole.
The truth is, they’re teaching classes tomorrow. There’s no time for a lie in or brunch outside the base, no time to linger. There’s only time for here and now.
And maybe some sweet little lies.
“Okay, yeah” Bradley breathes out, his hips jerking in anticipation as Jake shifts on the bed.
“Yeah?”
A smile is pressed into Bradley’s skin and a fingertip circles around his rim. Jake’s smirk is all teeth as Bradley chokes on his answer, while he presses the finger in, only a knuckle, just to tease.
“More…” Bradley moans, grinding against nothing but thin air.
“I’ll take you to Texas to meet my dad when we’re on leave,” Jake says as he lets the finger sink in and curls. Bradley’s back arches in response.
“I bet you’ll make a great first impression, strong navy boy with a firm handshake and good connections,” he speaks the words into Bradley’s skin, reveling in the slight tremble thrumming just underneath.
He doesn’t talk to his father and Bradley knows it.
“I know my mama would love you, she had a thing for mustaches,” he muses.
But that’s not exactly a lie and it hits too close to home.
To undermine the vulnerability that slipped away unguarded, he leans in and licks.
He licks around the finger that’s slowly sliding in and out of Bradley’s ass, chasing away any creeping melancholy. He sucks at the trembling skin, rewriting any lingering thoughts with the notes of the sound of Bradley’s moan.
“We’re gonna spend Christmas together,” he says, getting a little breathless himself as he watches Bradley stretch around another finger. “You can pick the tree, I’ll buy you all the cookies.”
“We’re… we’re gonna…Fuck…”
He buries his face deep in the flesh of Bradley’s ass, stifling a moan.
His two fingers are now steadily fucking Bradley, curling just at the right places to punch a whimper out of him with every thrust.
“We’re gonna watch your stupid movies and invite our friends for dinner… I already have a gift for you, it’s - ah… it’s wrapped and all… You’re gonna hate it…”
Jake sneaks his free hand down to his own cock, grips it tight and inhales slowly through his nose still pressed into Bradley’s skin. There’s no stopping now.
Bradley’s hips start to rock back in tune with the steady rhythm of his fingers. Jake’s not sure what’s more indecent, the noises that Bradley makes every time Jake’s fingers graze his prostate or the sound of Jake’s palm slapping against his ass as his fingers disappear deeper and deeper. All of it together makes his blood boil under his skin.
“Jake…”
Little cries spill out of Bradley’s parted lips, his eyes are shut, there’s a little crease in his brow that deepens any time Jake hits just the right spot, a bead of sweat is sliding alongside his temple… He’s loose and pliant under Jake’s touch, lost in the haze of pleasure.
“Jake, please…” Bradley breathes out again, soft and vulnerable, wanting.
“Yeah, baby?” Jake doubles his efforts, his rhythm getting faster, the image of his fingers disappearing inside Bradley making him dizzy. “What do you need? Tell me, tell me, baby.”
Bradley grunts. He breaks the rule and holds out his hand for Jake to thread their fingers together. It’s an awkward angle but Jake makes the effort to lean over their tangled bodies and plant a soft kiss over his knuckles.
“Tell me, baby,” he repeats, slowing down to bring Bradley back to him.
Bradley’s voice is hoarse when he pushes the words out like the effort’s already too much.
“One more. One more, please.”
Jake’s chest tightens with something he knows how to identify but doesn’t feel allowed to.
He lunges forward, keeping his fingers in place but pressing his chest to Bradley’s back.
He needs to get closer. He needs…
Under Jake’s weight, Bradley’s trembling body gives up and they tumble down into the blankets together.
Bradley huffs in surprise but Jake’s quick to swallow it down with a kiss.
“One more what, Bradley?” Jake growls into Bradley’s ear as soon as they separate. “Finger or a lie?” he says, punctuating every word with a slow drag of his fingers against Bradley’s prostate. “Be specific.”
Bradley shudders. He’s overwhelmed by the pleasure blinding his mind, by Jake being everywhere, inside him, outside, crushing him with his weight, his hard cock pressing into the small of Bradley’s back, his cooling breath puffing against his cheek… He’s lost to it all…
“Shit,” he groans. “Both, I want both.”
Jake curses. He reaches out for more lube, not bothering with warming it up this time.
“Okay, darling, I can give you that,” he sighs and pushes in, moaning with Bradley as all of his three fingers slowly slide in.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” he waits to give Bradley the chance to relax. He works his free hand under his chest and holds him close, pressing open mouth kisses all over his back, and waits. Waits until Bradley lets go again, until his muscles relax and he lets out a long shuddered breath.
“You owe me,” Bradley whispers as Jake withdraws his fingers only to slide them slowly back in. “One more lie,” he moans.
Jake nuzzles into the place in between Bradley’s shoulder blades. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Fingers go in and out, slick heat and sweat, hot skin under his lips… Jake’s dizzy with want and need and everything else.
His hips snap up, gliding against the skin on Bradley’s back slick only with his own precome, keeping up with the same rhythm as his fingers disappearing inside Bradley. He’ll come like this if he’s not careful enough.
“I hate you,” he grunts.
“That’s weak,” Bradley protests under his breath.
And Jake knows.
He knows what’s the thing Bradley wants to hear, wants him to say - wants him to lie about.
But he can’t say it.
Because it wouldn’t be a lie. And that’s not allowed.
They’re not there yet.
He knows. And Bradley knows too.
So he opts for the second best lie he can think about, even though the degree of truth of this one is probably just as debatable as the first…
“You want a lie? I’ll give you a lie,” he curls his finger just right, making Bradley jerk in his arms, creating a moment of surprise.
“You’re the best pilot the Navy’s ever seen,” he proclaims, biting into Bradley’s ear, muffling a laugh already bubbling in his chest.
Bradley barks out a laugh, surprised and unrestrained. “Fuck you, Seresin!”
Jake laughs with him, breathless, sweating, elated.
“Seriously,” Bradley laughs, his whole body trembling, Jake’s fingers still inside of him.
“I was kinda hoping,” Jake drawls, “I could, you know, fuck you.”
He withdraws his fingers slowly.
“Fucking get on with it already,” Bradley bites back but the command is lost to the whine that escapes his lips once Jake starts to slide in.
They’re still laughing when they come, high on the love they don’t talk about.
