WIP Wednesday (late as always)
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two snippets from my ex baseball teammates fic that is 44k now? why
He was ignored. “Maybe I don’t want to fuck my boyfriend when I first see him.” Jake corralled Bradley tightly against the dresser, his hands landing on the wood on each side of him. It was, unfortunately for his brain and dick, stupid hot. “Maybe I like to save that for later, really savor it when the time’s right.”
“What would…” Bradley licked his lips. “What would you want, then?”
Jake leaned in, his lips close enough that he could feel his breath, forcing Bradley to swallow.
“You tell me, boyfriend.” Jake’s hand rubbed down his side before falling to his ass. He spread his fingers wide, drawing his hips in close. Bradley sucked in oxygen. There was no hiding exactly how into this he was, but Jake didn’t make him feel embarrassed about being completely exposed while he was still fully dressed. The bulge behind Jake’s zipper promised he was equally into it. Jake nosed at his cheek and murmured, “You’d know what I like.”
Jake merely smiled. Lainey and Javy’s voices carried on the breeze. The stars were bright and went on for miles, making it easy to feel like they were the only people in the world.
“Do you remember that time Simpson made us run line drills until we puked?” Jake asked.
Bradley laughed. “You mean after you nearly got us suspended for trying to kidnap our rival’s mascot?”
“It was a bulldog, not a human, and we were simply borrowing.”
“I remember the cops seeing it that way.”
“You know, you could’ve gotten off if you’d told them you weren’t involved.”
The image of Jake and Javy staring like deer into his headlights with a dog on a bedazzled leash between them was one he’d never forget. Unfortunately, he hadn’t gotten there fast enough after the 3 AM call, and red and blue flashed before they could get in his Bronco.
“I wasn’t going to leave you hanging in the wind.”
Jake’s tiny grin toward him was indulgent. He then laughed, loud and bright, the memories playing across green eyes. “Fuck, you were cherry red by the end of practice. You kept holding onto that trash can, glaring at me like you were going to throw me in it. I thought I was going to have to bring you to the hospital.”
Bradley smiled a bit. “You stayed with me.”
“Yeah, well, you stayed with us.”
The song switched in the distance to an old Black Eyed Peas number that reminded him of those days. He could practically see Jake, flushed and sweaty and fresh off his own trip to the trash can, running the extra drills with Bradley that Simpson had ordered for him alone, the curse of fucking up as team captain.
“I have always wondered why you called me,” Bradley said.
“I knew you’d come.” Jake lifted a shoulder. “And I knew you wouldn’t rat us out, even though you were captain. That wasn’t your style.”
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