#sereshaw

PART ELEVEN

                A couple of weeks pass, and he’s well aware he has a growing problem. Crushing on a straight guy is something he thought he outgrew years ago. Bradley has messaged him a couple of times, but it’s been purely mundane messages centered around his kids. Asking Jake for his advice. Wishing Jake a good weekend. Still he can’t stop himself from opening up Instagram and staring at the photos Bradley posts. He looks good, so do the babies and Natasha of course; but he’s not lying to himself that it’s Bradley he finds himself staring at like an infatuated idiot.

                Maybe he just needs to go out and get laid. It’s not going to fix his growing feelings of dissatisfaction, but it’ll scratch another type of itch. Friday is two days away and he starts thinking about it, and by the time he leaves work the buzzing under his skin has only intensified. He showers and jerks off, perfunctory. He doesn’t want to make any stupid decisions, considers it the same preventative behavior and ensuring he doesn’t go to the grocery store hungry. He already feels more relaxed, puts his dinner in the microwave to reheat and then installs Grindr back on his phone.

                He doesn’t have recent photos, and that’s a little damning. Maybe his sisters are right. About some things. But he’s doing something about it now. He narrows down the location, because he wants something in person, maybe tomorrow afternoon or evening. He’s not overly fussy but he’s also not going to rush into anything, wants to chat with a guy first. That was the whole point of jerking off first. Give him a clear head. The microwave beeps and he grabs out the leftover stew and gives it a stir, sticks his finger in to find it still too cold and puts it back in, goes back to his phone.

                The next profile stares up at him and Jake stares back, stomach turning heavy and sour. Appetite leaving him completely.

                Bradley is on Grindr.

                What the fuck.

                And it’s definitely Bradley. He even recognizes some of the photos from Bradley’s Instagram. There’s no mention of an open relationship or anything. What the fuck. He thought he was a decent judge of character.

                Vers DDF Jock. NSA due to being time poor, but not ruling out LTR with the right person. Can’t host.

                Yeah, no shit he can’t host. The presence of his partner and infant kids would definitely put a dampener on things. Fucking asshole. Jake doesn’t know what to do. The way he sees it, he has three options. Maybe four. One, he confronts Bradley by messaging him through Instagram and telling him he’s a fucking cheating sleaze imploding his entire life. Two, he lets Natasha know and let Bradley suffer her wrath because quite frankly he deserves it. Three, he stays out of it. Doesn’t swipe. Just closes all the apps and turns off his phone and pretends he didn’t see anything. Four, he messages both Bradley and Natasha simultaneously and then walks away because he doesn’t need the drama. He really doesn’t need the drama.

                He paces back and forth the length of his kitchen, turning over in his head what he could say. What he wants to say. Opens up the Notes App so he can type it out and then change it before he sends it. He also doesn’t want to accuse Bradley of anything. Well. He does. But he’ll do it to the man directly. Natasha just deserves the facts and Jake can be rationale when he needs to be, even when he doesn’t feel like it’s the case at all.

                Hi Natasha, Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I just wanted to let you know that I’ve just found Bradley’s profile on Grindr. I don’t know if this is a case of someone stealing Bradley’s photos, or Bradley not being the person I thought he was. Because I’m usually a pretty good judge of character and I would have sworn Bradley loves you and is a loyal and faithful partner. Maybe you have an open relationship, I don’t know. However, I couldn’t in good conscience not let you know if that isn’t the case. Please let me know if you need help slashing his tires. I’m joking. Sort of. Take care. Jake Seresin.

                There. That seems… balanced enough. Now for Bradley. He’s not going to be anywhere near as polite, anger and what he realizes is disappointment thrumming through him. He had thought what Natasha and Bradley had was good and he hates that he’s wrong.

                Hey asshole, I thought you were a decent human being, but I guess I was wrong. You don’t deserve Natasha and I hope your dick and balls rot and fall off. Get fucked with a cactus. Don’t try and make excuses. I’ve already messaged her to let her know. Blocked blocked blocked. Fuck you.

                He uninstalls Grindr, definitely no longer in the mood for anything to do with men. He also unfollows both Bradley’s account and the BradshawBabies, his heart squeezing at the thought of not seeing the daily posts. Well. At least he doesn’t have to worry about his inconvenient crush anymore.

PART TWELVE              

                Now that he’s come he can concentrate on getting Bradley there, although his own body still feeling a little shaky with how fast he just came. He’d be embarrassed if he was the type of person to ever get embarrassed. Instead he wraps his fingers around Bradley’s cock, fingers now slippery with cum as he grips and pumps Bradley’s cock, eyes flicking from his face to his cock, to the straining tendons in his neck. His entire body seems taut above Jake, he can see the muscles in his stomach twitching, tremors in his arms as he holds himself braced above Jake.

                “Jake.” He sounds broken. Gorgeous. But he looks even better, skin glistening with the slightest hint of a sweat, hair damp and curling, eyes blown wide and fixed on Jake, his body firm against his, lips red and slick. “Oh god, yeah, gonna come…” Jake keeps stroking him through it, watching avidly as Bradley’s entire body jerks as he comes, his come mixing with Jakes and making him feel smug and powerful, loved making people fall apart in bed and Bradley looked so good while doing so.

                He feels the slight shift, the hitch of Bradley’s hips away, relaxes his grip on Bradley’s still hard cock but doesn’t let go, just hold it in his hand, runs his spare hand through Bradley’s curls and lets his eyes flutter closed as he hears and feels Bradley’s groan against the hollow of his neck before Bradley’s pressing kisses along his collar, up his neck, jaw, to his mouth.

                “Imagine how good we’re going to get with practice…” Bradley says, pulling back enough to say the words clearly. Jake can’t help it, throws his head back and laughs; the words send a thrill through him, that Bradley had meant it, that this isn’t going to be a one-time thing. He knows it’s what they talked about, but it wouldn’t be the first time someone lied just to get laid.

                “We are going to get very good,” Jake murmurs, scratching his fingers through Bradley’s hair. Then Bradley pulls away further and Jake is reminded that while it had been very fucking hot in the heat of the moment they’re sticky and have a layer of rapidly cooling come between them. As he watches Bradley pulls away and strips off his underwear completely, something Jake whole heartedly approved of. Then he’s using it to wipe at Jake in a vain attempt at cleanup and he shakes his head, pushes his own underwear down and lobs it toward his laundry basket.

                “Come on.”

                “Where?”

                “Quick cleanup. Then I’m going to bed.”

                “Can I stay?” Bradley asks, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip as his hands move, which is bad form but Jake supposes nerves may have a lot to do with it. He can do something about the nerves at least, and if someone is going to chew on Bradley’s lips it’s going to be him.

                “Yeah. I kind of expected you to. Did you really think I’m going to say no?”

                Bradley shrugs then, ducks his head like he’s embarrassed and Jake wonders who’s hurt him in the past. He slides his palm around the back of Bradley’s neck and tugs him close enough to kiss again, lets himself enjoy the warm press of Bradley’s naked body against his.

                “I didn’t want to assume.”

                “You can always ask. I ain’t afraid of telling you no.”

                “Which is why I asked…” Bradley mutters and Jake grins, lets his fingers dig into the flesh of Bradley’s hips as he walks him backwards toward the bathroom. He really likes that Bradley doesn’t seem to be averse to arguing with him.

                “Want me to reward you?”

                “Oh fuck off…”

                Jake laughs again, darts forward to nip at Bradley’s bottom lip before stepping around him to quickly turn the shower on. He needs to take his aids out, do his evening routine, which is always easier in the shower anyway. Turning back to Bradley he pulls one of his aids out, setting it in its container before removing the other, tries not to feel nervous.

                “Now you need to rely on your sign…” Bradley grins, his hands and lips move and Jake frowns, already frustrated. “Yeah, naked. Genius.” Now Bradley is frowning, suddenly shaking his head and he’s rubbing his face, clearly equally frustrated. Then he’s making another sign, this time the one for easy. It’s similar enough to naked that Jake realizes Bradley has mixed them up and he laughs a little, frustration melting away as Bradley continues to sign, a little haltingly, that he’s distracted and forgetful because Jake is naked. Jake likes that excuse and says as much, enjoys the rumble and vibrations of Bradley’s laughter as he holds him under the spray of water. Fuck it feels good.