Somebody to you - 2.
Warnings: this fictional story will include mature content, language, and themes including but not limited to violence and nsfw content. Storie line before covid. The male lead bears no likeness to the real Brad Simpson apart from PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. Please if youâre not confortable with this type of content, do NOT read. You were advised. A/N: First I hope everyone is well. I just wanted to say thanks for the support and apologise myself for taking ages to write. Hereâs part two, hope you enjoy.
"Your hair is diferent." You jumped in your spot at his words, cursing under your breath and gripping the tea pot with both hands to prevent it from falling.
The morning started quietly, getting out of bed, putting on a warm jumper and slowly passing by the couch, carefully not to wake him. Getting into the kitchen to make a tea to somehow easy the pounding sensation inside your head from not having enough sleep. In the process you managed to forget that he was still here. With you.
"Good morning." You said turning around. "Tea?" You asked, tea pot still in your hands. You decided to ignore his sentence.
"Sounds lovely." He smiled. He pounched himself mentally about the hair sentence. Too soon. He tought.Â
You returned to your previous task. Incredible how his mood changed after a night sleep. Sure his ribs hurted like fuck, he couldnât feel his face because it was swollen and his hands were wounded, but he somehow had the energy to put on a smile.
"Here, I'll grab the mugs." He said walking in and going to the upper cabin where he remembered the mugs were. He placed them carefully on the counter.
He huffed humorously watching you do your thing around the kitchen. It was all too familiar for him. That face. That kitchen. Oh that kitchen...
"Bradley, no! Stop you're going to ruin it!" You were battling agaisnt chocolate covered fingers and their frenetic need to touch your face. It was too late for your shirt tho, it was a mess of flour and chocolate powder.
"I shouldn't let you bake with my t-shirt on." He took a step back and leaned on the counter. Licking his fingers and gazing at the way his white fabric only covered a little below your tights. So small that when you lifted your arms the shirt went up and rested on top of your bottom, revealing a pretty soft lace covering your skin.
"That was my favorite white t-shirt you know?" His voice changed to humurous.
"You were the one who started, love." You smiled lifting your head in his direction.
There was something about the way he was seeing you from that perspective, the sun peaking from the curtains while a few hairs flew of your ponytail and into your face. You looked heavenly.
"You're right." He said. His eyes traveling up and stopping at your face. You hummed in agreement too focused on making round shape cookies into the trail. "I should finish what I started."
"Uh-" You were about to protest when he already took place behind you. His hands roaming at your legs while his lips attacked your uncovered neck. Your head fell forwards like an instinct. The cooking utensils still in your hands...
"What about the cookies?" You asked. Your mischeaveous smile proved that you didn't gave a damn about the cookies. But it didn't hurt to ask since he came into you with the idea of baking together.Â
"Let them, darling." He moved his mouth to your ear, leaving a soft peck after talking. "They arenât going anywhere..."
At this point your head was already backwards, resting on his shoulder as his hands travelled down. You had to grab yourself on the counter as he glued his body into yours. His mouth kissing that perfect spot righ below your jaw. Your tights pressing into one another as his hand tickled the skin between them. His fingers soft on your skin leaving a burning sensation. You craved more and more by letting out small moans of pleasure. Until his hand was inside your lacy fabric..
"Bradley..." Your trembling voice made him smile into your skin. Always so desperate to relieve. Always so ready for him. "Brad.." Your calls were music to his ears. He loved to see you so relaxed.
"Brad? " Your voice sounded more real and loud. Suddenly he was pull back into reality and the scenario was quite diferent. He was no longer touching you. You were no longer wearing his clothes. He was no longer the reason you smiled.
"Do you want milk on your tea?"
"No, thanks." He said.
You placed his mug in front of him and he smiled at you. You grabbed yours and decided to stay by the counter, leaning agaisnt it.
Silence took place in the kitchen. His eyes darting to his tea like suddenly the liquid was very interesting. You took your opportunity to look at his face properly. It was swollen and he had a couple of purple marks in his left eye and nose.
"You should really check that." You said making him raise his eyes from the cup. His heart warmed up more than the tea thinking about how could she still cared.
"It's nothing." He said. He was still the same stubborn boy.
"I'll take you to the hospital if you want-" You kindly offered but were interrupted.
"You know I can't go to the hospital like this. They'll ask to much questions." He took a sip on his tea carefully.
"I know, but my aunt..she works at ER and-" You tried to help somehow but got interrupted again.
"(Y/N), seriously leave it. " He changed his tone.Â
The you from before would insist until he got mad and screamed at you. Now you just stood quiet, thinking it was better not to know much.Â
And silence fell between you two again
âLook...â He started, your atention again on him as he took a deep breath. âIâm sorry. I didnât want to sound so harsh to you. Not after you just helped me last night, seriously iâm very gratefull. But iâm telling you that iâm fine.â
"You're not going to tell me what the hell happened last night, right?"
His body tensed, caused him to hiss from pain, you could tell by the way his face frowned. His eyes werenât on your face again.
"I think I have the right to know!" You coldly said placing your mug on the counter annoyed. "I swear if you tell me to forget it again, this is definitely the last time we see each other."Â
He was surprised by your sudden reaction. He could decide if he liked you better this way or not. One thing he knew was that you were different. He made you diferent. And after a long sigh he talked.
"Do you remember Cole?" He asked making you lift your eyebrow.
"The everything-you-need-guy." You still remember him talking about some Cole in a conversation some time ago. He laugh about the way you always managed to found nicknames for everyone.
Walking into the pub felt twice painful as he felt last month. He was getting dry and needed some fun. Staying at home staring at the same four walls was driving him insane. He knew that the new neighbourhood wasn't enought, no matter where he went your face always followed him around like a ghost. Damn, he felt haunted for six months straight. No matter what he did, the amount of liquor he drank, he just couldn't forget you. He couldn't forget the way he hurted you. He couldnât forget the way things ended. Tonight was another attempt to blurry the pass. All the guys were there and he could really use some company for a change.
"Yo B-dog" Tris hugged him sideways after giving him a handshake. Everyone in the group cheered him. "I thought you were dead or something."Â
"I'm alive, I'm alive" He said letting out a light giggle.
"Our boy got love-trapped but it's free now" Connor said and Brad gave him a dead glare.
"Hey Connor, chill man, the night jus starting bro" Tristan rolled his eyes and looked at Brad. "I heard Gemma was looking for you by the bar" Tris humorously said.
"Dude, she heard you got single. Wants some fun..." James laughed as the rest of the group. Brad laughed too thinking about how desperate she was. She really liked the way he treat her. More important she loved the way he fucked her. Agressively. Emotionless. It always lasted a few minutes. Being with Gemma was always fun.
Brad smiled at his friends words. The girl was a hook up from a long time ago. He met her when he ended highschool and started going out every single week. She was the same age at (y/n) but she was nothing like her. Gemma skin was cold and hard, her fingers were not delicate and her nails were always so big that used to leave marks all over his back every single time. Her hair smelled like cigarette smoke and her lipstick stained multiple of his shirts. A while back it was enough for him, but now he had tasted better.
"I saw her back there" James gave Brad a cup and he drank the liquid with no questions asked.Â
âNo man, Iâm good.â He explained to his friend, smile still in his face.
âOh come on, I gave her yo number, youâve been dry manâ James mocked him and he playfully hit his friend arm.Â
âIâm telling you. Iâm fine.â He took another sip into his cup. He was repeating this to himself, convincing himself that he was indeed fine. But if his walls could talk they would tell otherwise.Â
âWhen you see her....â James dramatically paused. âIâm just telling you thisâ He was gesturing with his hands sugesting how good she looked after all this time.Â
âOkay okay, manâÂ
Brad decided to omit this Gemma part while telling (y/n) the previous event who left him in that state. She had this blank expression on her face that Brad couldnât quite read. Until now he just went out, party with his friends.
âIâm going to the bar, getting another oneâ Brad told Tris, almost shouting into his ear. Tristan couldnât care less, a blonde hair cutie had kept his attention, dancing around him and smiling to him. After a few shots he had shutted down his reflexive movements. Â
Brad rolled his eyes and started his journey to the bar thru the sea of people. All of his mates got hook ups while the night continued. He had a few girls hiting on him. He was the kind of guy who atracked girls attention and he knew how to take advantage of that in the past. But now he wasnât feeling. Even the one who fell at his foot previously on his way to the bathroom, he politely helped her get up but soon refused her invitation for a dance.
The bar was crowded and only had two bartenders trying to give atention to everyone. He knew that if he had a clevage he was served quickly. That tought made him sick. Just in his luck, while he waited for his drink a sharp finger poked his shoulder making him look back.Â
âI canât believe, Brad fucking Simpsonâ She said loudly. Enough for him to cringe while she hugged him tigh, moving her hands way to low in his waist.Â
âGemma.â He gave her a small smile when she pulled back. Her hands didnât left his body. He was too drunk to take them from him.
âWasnât expecting to see you here.â She said frowning.
Liar. He tought. Remembering Connorâs words.Â
She kept rumbling things, explaining to her friend how he met him and some of the adventures they use to have. He tried to understand but honestly he just wanted a fucking drink to blurry out.
âThis guy took me to london eye just to make me kneel-â
âHey hey.. easy Gemma.â Brad prevent the girl to continue telling her story.
âOh youâre ashamed now?â She laughed. âI donât remember you being ashamed at the old couple on the cabin above us seeing everything.â She rolled her eyes. âShe made you fucking soft. You couldnât even get a drink anymore.â She smiled.
Brad sarcastically laughed. A part of him, the drunk one, believed everything she was saying. Indeed he got soft. This night had prove him.
âDoes she also made you stop using it?â She showed him her pocket. A little pink pill was carefully hidden inside her hand. Brad didnât answer her. She broke the small circumference in three parts.Â
âSee, I said it. You turned fucking soft.â She came close to his face. Her hands supporting her weight on his tights. âI bet you couldnât take a night like the old times.â Her breath hit his face and he closed his eyes. âI bet you couldnât take meâ She moved to his ear and he looked at her face. She handed to her friend a piece of the pink substance and put the another two parts in her tongue. She moved forward and touched his lips. He openned his mouth and let her move one peace of the pill into his mouth.She smirked leaning in to kiss him. With a change of music they were heading to the bathroom, her hand guiding him through the crowd towards the bathroom...
