Fuck Cancer

PART EIGHT

                Jake had meant it when he had told Bob he wasn’t going on any more dates. He was going to try and be single. Well. Happily single. And yet here he is, bringing someone home not even two weeks since he made the pact with himself. He’s glad he never mentioned it to Bob, otherwise his brother would be having a field day. More of a field day than he’s already having that is. Jake has been single for nearly a year now, going on some god-awful dates and also having some equally terrible hookups. And yet here he is, not only on a date but also planning on hooking up with someone he decided not even an hour ago he wasn’t going to sleep with.

                He was lying to himself.

                Clearly.

                Nothing has changed. Bob hasn’t taken a shine to anyone in years. He’s generally quieter and even pickier than Jake, so it had been huge that he’d invited Natasha to go somewhere else. His brother has never been into casual, which is why he’d changed tactics. But. Well. He hadn’t expected Bradley to be interested in more than a hookup. Not really. And he’d meant his line about being picky, most guys don’t get a look in at a second date, which is why Jake usually sleeps with people on the first date so he doesn’t have to see them again.

                However, learning Bradley is definitely interested in more is making him take a chance. And that’s making him a little nervous if he’s honest with himself. Not that he’ll let that show at all. Bradley has been fun and he’s been flirting with Jake like he’s normal, whatever the fuck that is meant to be. He’s never been normal so has always strived to be memorable. Normalcy is overrated.

                That said, he’s glad Bradley doesn’t shy away from asking questions, has already given some evidence that he doesn’t edge around difficult topics, just asking directly. Matter of fact. It’s reassuring in a way. That and the fact he seems to be amused by Jake being an asshole more than anything. And he doesn’t seem to be inclined to not be an asshole right back. No soft and special treatment, Bradley doesn’t seem to be putting forward a version of himself that he thinks Jake will like more.

                “Anything else I should know so I don’t put my foot in it?” Bradley asks, and Jake looks at him, takes in his profile as shadows from the streetlights pass over it. He’s damn handsome and right now he can’t think of anything. There are things that annoy him, of course there are. But he cannot think of a single one of them right now. He wants to get Bradley into bed, and then not let him leave. The fact he can sign is huge, probably not something he realizes is as big a deal as it is for Jake. He hasn’t made Jake feel lesser all evening, not even accidentally.

                “You said your mom was a CODA. So you grew up with sign. Your sign name. Rooster. Who gave that to you?”

                “My grandparents. Told my mom I was better than any type of alarm clock. First sign of the sun I’d apparently cry and wake up the entire house. Except for them. They’d sleep through blissfully unaware.”

                “And now? Still a morning person?”

                “Yeah. But I can be convinced to stay in bed,” Bradley says. “With the right incentive.”

                The sideways look he gives him is full on filthy and Jake barks out a sharp laugh, cuts it short because he doesn’t like the sound; shakes his head. Bradley is smooth and what’s worse is Jake likes it.

                “I’m sure I can think of something.”

PART SEVEN

                “Oh, I am, am I?” Bradley asks, but he’s definitely following Jake out of the pool hall, curious as to where Jake might be leading them, runs into his back as he stands in the street, hands on his hips and assessing the street. It’s still fairly bright out and he puts on his sunglasses, then catches Jake’s glance at them and he realises they’re covering up his eyes and quickly removes them again

                “Did you drive here?”

                “I did. Is Bob going to be able to make sure Natasha gets back alright?”

                “My brother is a gentleman,” Jake says, and then he grins wider. “Unlike me.”

                “See, you keep saying shit like that and giving me whiplash. Hooking up or dating?”

                “Both can be true at the same time. First you have to pass the final test. Where’s your car?”

                “This way,” Bradley says, and his entire body is thrumming suddenly with the idea that maybe he’s not just going to Jake’s place to meet a dog. Fuck. It’s a high-pressure meet and greet. He doesn’t quite jump when Jake’s hand sneaks into the back pocket of his jeans as they walk, but it’s a close thing. He glances to catch Jake grinning at him, then he squeezes Bradley’s ass and he ducks his head, shaking it a little. Can’t believe he’s doing this right now and that it has him excited about the potential of a lot more than just some good sex.

                “My car.”

                Jake nods, and he can’t tell what Jake thinks of his Bronco, is pretty sure it isn’t a deal breaker, however Jake definitely hasn’t given him any impression that he’s low maintenance. The man has standards and isn’t going to waste time with people who might not meet them. Bradley can’t help but admire that; already wants to exceed every challenge Jake sends his way. Jake gives him his address and Bradley enters it into his phone, notes it’s a twenty-minute drive into a suburb he’s not familiar with.

                “Can you hear me talk with the windows down?” Bradley asks, glancing quickly to Jake as he pulls out into the traffic. The look Jake gives him is a little smug and Bradley can’t wait to kiss that mouth, fuck, he needs to concentrate on driving.

                “I can hear you just fine.” He wants to ask about Jake’s exes, the ones his brother said Jake had bad taste for going out with. Wants to know what made them bad so he can hopefully maybe avoid the same pitfalls or behaviour. “You going to talk, or just think about it?”

                Bradley huffs in annoyance, not sure how to just blurt out and ask about Jake’s past boyfriends, partners, hookups or whatever he refers to them.

                “Bob said you had bad taste in men…”

                “Hmm. You want the juicy details of all my past relationships already?”

                “Uh. Maybe your biggest pet peeves?” Bradley asks, hopes that’s broad and vague enough but also show enough interest to maybe get something. “I can talk about why all my past relationships have failed if that helps?”

                “Did any of them end because you cheated?”

                “What? No!”

                “Well. Pet peeve number one.”

                “Fuck. Sorry.”

                “Wasn’t you that cheated on me. What about you? Pet peeve?”

                “…uh. Being dumped while I’m deployed. I’d prefer that then them cheating on me, but that’s happened too.”

                “That’s two. I thought naval aviators were smart.”

                Bradley rolls his eyes and shakes his head, glances to the side quickly and sees Jake grinning at him and he grins back. Yep. Still wants to kiss him.

                “Your second pet peeve then?”

                “Well, people treating me like I’m stupid simply because I can’t hear.”

                “People do that?”

                Jake snorted and Bradley took that as the affirmative answer Jake clearly means it as.

                “Seem to think something is wrong with my brain.”

                “But there isn’t,” Bradley says, a little confused. He had looked at Jake’s Instagram, had seen the explanation of how he was born deaf, had failed cochlear implant surgery when he was around ten years old, how he’d hated the idea that people thought his life was somehow less than everyone else’s.

                “I know that,” Jake says, tone sharp. “Glad you do too. Just… don’t like people treating me like I’m weak or helpless.”

                “Time and place for that though, right?” Bradley says, and he hadn’t thought his words were overly suggestive but Jake is laughing, and he repeats the words in his head, flushing a little and shaking his head. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I was thinking more if you were sick in bed and needed caring for.”

                “Boring. But I was still imagining a bed being involved.”

                “One step at a time,” Bradley mutters, not even sure if Jake will pick his words up the way it’s almost under his breath. Jake’s laugh is answer enough though.

                “You were the one imagining bringing me soup in bed, that’s so many more steps ahead of what I’m imagining.”

                “Well I don’t mind your imagination if you don’t mind mine…” Bradley says; a quick look at Jake means he only catches the edge of a smile but he’s pretty sure he also saw the hint of a blush.

-

You open the door to the exam room and your eyes immediately land on Jake. He's laying on the exam table with his arms resting limply on his stomach. His eyes were focused on the ceiling until he heard your footsteps shuffle into the room. He slowly turned his head, and you watched his body relax at the sight of you.

"Sweetheart," Jake painfully whispered, shuffling his body, "you're here."

You smiled at him as you gently cupped his cheek, afraid of hurting him more. He brought his hand up to yours and squeezed it gently.

Your movements were slow and delicate, and your voice was the same. "How are you feeling?"

Jake let out a slight chuckle at your question. "Like I just got fucked up by a plane. Pissed at myself for breaking my career long streak of no malfunctions at work."

You tried to put on a brave face, but he could see right through you. Those green eyes pierced through yours, and you cracked. You knew that he was going to be okay, but it was hard to see him bruised up and in pain.

Before you could say anything about it, Jake moved your arm from his face and put it over his chest. "Baby, I'm alright. Nothing I can't handle, yeah? Come here."

He pulled you into his chest to hold you. He was trying to comfort you, but he realized in that moment he needed it for himself more than he expected. His heart ached knowing how scared for him you were. He would never admit it, but he was scared too. Having you in his arms brought a feeling of safety back into his soul.

-

"You are not allowed to go to work for the rest of the week, and you're grounded for the next month. Before you get back in the cockpit, you need to be evaluated." The doctor instructs Jake before discharge.

Jake slowly sits up. "I want to fight you on that, doc, but I won't win, so I'll keep my mouth shut this time."

"Atta boy, Lieutenant Commander." The doctor continues, patting Jake's shoulder. "Because of the whiplash, you may experience some headaches, fatigue, dizziness, nausea. Keep an eye on your symptoms and if they worsen over the next few days, come back in. Any questions?"

You shook your head and thanked the doctor, grabbing yours and Jakes things in one hand, and helping Jake up with the other. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you guided him up, making sure he doesn't lose his balance from the dizziness (or the pain).

"Oh, and Y/N," the doctor stopped himself, "You've got a stubborn one on your hands here. Make sure he's following my orders."

You let out a small laugh, "you got it, doc."

Jake looks down at you as the doctor leaves the room. "What? You guys don't think I'm going to listen to his medical advice?"

You kissed his cheek. "Absolutely not. Do you know who you are? Come on, let's get you home."

---

Airtight as I’m all holes being filled at the same time? You already know that nympho!gf would crave it.

“It wasn’t enough, was it?” Bradley’s chest rumbles under your cheek, his fingers absentmindedly playing with plush tail of the plug he placed inside earlier.

Your face heats as you remember his words as he worked it in. “I figured the tail is fitting,” he smirked, heat flashing in his eyes as he watched your hole accept it greedily, “Always acting a cat in heat and all.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, still feeling fucked-out.

“The plug in your ass, the dildo in your mouth and my cock in your pussy wasn’t enough, was it?” He runs his fingers up the faux fur to press on the plug, “You need more than just one cock, don’t you?”

“No,” you shake your head. Cum dribbles out of your pussy as you sit up to look at him. While all your holes being filled at the same time is one of your biggest fantasies…that’s all it is. A fantasy. “That was amazing, truly. I only ever want you, Bradley.”

“I know,” he murmurs, kissing your forehead, “But one of my fantasies is sharing you.”

“Really?” You breathe, renewed arousal coursing through you.

“Really,” he nips your lower lip before trailing his down your neck.

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Bradley tells you he’s going to take care of the logistics and that’s it. He doesn’t give you any other details.

It’s the last thing on your mind a few weeks later when Bradley is kneeling between your thighs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“More,” you whine, a frustrated noise following when he chuckles against your clit, two fingers deep in your pussy and two in your ass.

“Damn, Bradshaw,” Jake’s drawl has your eyes flying open, your hands quickly covering to your bare chest on instinct at the sound of the unexpected visitor, “She is a greedy thing, isn’t she?”

Bradley grins up at you between your thighs.

“Pretty too,” Bob’s beside Jake, leaning on the doorframe, “Let’s see now. Don’t act shy, Bradley here told us that’s an all act. Told us what you’re really like.”

Jake being here isn’t a surprise; you were almost expecting him. But Bob? Sweet, timid

Bob who blushes every time you give him any attention? Bob who’s talking to you like this?

“Bradley?” Your heart races as you look down at him to confirm this is what he wants.

“You heard him,” he smirks, tilting his chin at your hands still over your chest, “let them see.”

Jake sighs as he finishes drying his hair, feeling awfully sorry for himself as he hangs his towel.

He’d struck out tonight. Again.

Well, he hadn’t exactly struck out. He did go home with a woman, but he wasn’t able to…perform. She was understanding when he played it off as whiskey dick and even gave him her number. But he deleted it from his phone in the Uber on the way back to base. The problem wasn’t the two fingers of whiskey he drank. It wasn’t the pretty girl who tried her darndest get him hard.

The problem was you. And the curly-headed fuck roommate of his that you were dating.

Jake’s always had a little something for Bradley, but managed to keep it under wraps. Tensions had been high during the first Dagger mission, but after Jake saved Bradley’s life, they became almost friends. Jake also heard he had a girlfriend so he obviously wasn’t into guys.

They were sent separate ways for awhile but he was stationed back in North Island. Jake was planning on just seeing him in passing but the universe had other ideas and they were assigned to bunk together.

Jake politely declined the first few times Bradley had invited him to the Hard Deck, but Jake couldn’t handle the disappointment in those stupid baby-cow eyes and reluctantly agreed.

Jake had clocked you right away. You were stunning in the little sundress you had on, your smile lighting up the dim-lit bar.

He was on his way to introduce himself when he was stopped by Coyote, asking for a game of darts.

“And this here’s Hangman,” Bradley’s hand claps his shoulder, the warmth of his hand through his tee making him shiver, “Hangman, this is my girlfriend.”

“Hey,” Jake turns and holds out his hand, “Nice to meet you…” he trails off, beer halfway to his lips as he takes you in up close. He flushes and the twinkle in your eye makes his heart skip; it’s like you know the effect you have on him.

“Nice to meet you too,” you smile, shaking his hand, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“You have?” Jake’s distracted, your hand is so small in his and God, is it soft. Is every part you of that soft? Fuck. He clears his throat and pulls his hand away, heart sinking as he realizes Bradley just called you his girlfriend.“Good things I hope?”

“Mhmm,” you hum, resting your hand on Bradley’s taut stomach, pinky toying with his belt, “Bradley has nothing but good things to say about the man who saved his life.”

“Nah, I-I mean, anyone would’ve-“ Jake blushes again, rubbing the back of his neck. He tries to ignore the way your eyes flick to watch his bicep flex.

“No,” you shake your head, “not everyone would’ve done the same. Thank you Jake, not sure I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

It’s not sexual. At all. But the way you’re looking up at him while you say it has his cock twitching in interest.

His little crush on you doesn’t get better. In fact; it gets increasingly worse over the next few months. You were a sweetheart who played innocent so well, but more than once made Jake wonder if it was just an act. Bending over in front of him in those little dresses you liked so much, letting your lips brush his ear when you leaned in to whisper if it’s crowded.

Bradley’s not much better. He walks into the bedroom naked after his shower, puts a hand on his lower back and lets it linger when brushing past him after a few too many drinks.

Then a few weeks ago, Jake found a pair of your panties under his bed.

It was a red, lace thong that had still been damp. Like a pervert, he brought it to his nose, shuddering at the scent of your arousal.

Just thinking about it had his cock stirring. They were still tucked inside his pillowcase. Maybe he could take them out while he jerked off, now that his cock decided to work again.

Decision made, he flicks off the bathroom light, but he freezes at the door handle jiggling.

“Shhhhh,” Bradley chuckles softly as he pushes the door closed, “just because Jake’s out doesn’t mean we don’t have to be quiet.”

Fuck.

They thought he left with that girl. The girl he couldn’t get it up for. He couldn’t get it because of them. Because they’re always on his mind. And they’re about to fuck.

He should say something.

But your sweet voice saying the dirtiest thing kills the thought on tongue.

“Let’s fuck on his bed again,” you laugh breathlessly, pushing Bradley onto Jake’s bunk.

Again?

Wait. No. This is wrong.

He turns away in shame, but then he sees your reflection in the mirror.

He stifles a groans, gripping his cock as he watches you slip your dress over your head, revealing nothing but your beautiful body underneath.

At least no panties will be left behind this time.

Why is he disappointed?

Then you step back, showing him your beautiful ass as you bend over to pull off Bradley’s pants.

He watched as you climb over Bradley’s body but has to squeeze his eyes shut at the sound he makes when you swallow his cock.

“F-fuck,” Bradley rasps when you gag, “don’t-I’ll cum.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you reply sternly and fuck if that doesn’t turn Jake on more.

“I’m sorry,” Bradley laughs breathlessly, gasping when you dip back down, swirling your tongue around the head, “I can’t help it, baby. Not when my head is on his pillow and I can smell him.”

Bradley likes the way he smells?

Your condescending sigh has Jake’s cock kicking in his hand when you pull off, leaving biting kisses up Bradley’s twitching thighs and abs. Jake nearly whimpers when you let Bradley’s thick cock drag against your pussy as you climb up his body, your wetness shining even in the dim light.

Jake’s so mesmerized by Bradley’s cock that he doesn’t notice you turning and straddling Bradley’s face until you moan.

God, you’re even more beautiful than he imagined in the throes of pleasure.

Jake doesn’t even notice he started stroking himself until he has to grip the base to keep from cumming when you slap Bradley’s cock when he goes to do the same.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” you breathe while your hand grips him, stroking the sting out, eyes fluttering as Bradley groans, “‘m sorry,” into your pussy.

“You should be,” you breathe, alternating between rough jerks and soft touches on Bradley’s cock to keep him on edge. Jake barely started touching himself and is close again. He can tell you’re getting close too as your hips start to grind on Bradley’s face, “you know Jake would never; he’d be such a good boy for me, unlike you.”

Holy fuck.

Jake can’t help but groan as he grips the base of his cock again, painfully staving off his orgasm while watching you shatter into yours.

Your chest is still heaving when your eyes catch his in the mirror and you smile.

One shots:

Needy Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Always Second Choice

“What’s wrong, dear?”

“Well, don’t you look pretty”

“Oh, Sunshine”

Drunk Jake

“Picture Proof”

“Migraine Induced”

“Phone Neighbor” — Part 2

Mustache

“Just hold me”

“He’s trained, what can I say?”

“Not a reader”

“Something More”

“A Pretty Ballerina”

“Valentine’s Day”

You’re having a bad day

"He did what?"

Headcannons 18+

“Now beg”

You Look Like You Love Me — Good boy (part 2)

Nails

That’s enough of that

Hormonal Emotions