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Jake is going out of his mind.
He's going to fucking lose it soon; he can just feel it, deep in his body.
It's like a colony of ants is making their new home under his skin, crawling with invisible insects since he woke up this morning at 8am. He imagines an elastic band inside his body, stretched to the absolute limit, about to snap any moment. He can't sit still. If he spends more than just a few moments in one place, he's getting too antsy, and has to move to a different spot. Do something different.
For the last hour or so, his eyes have started to burn suspiciously, and he feels like he's going to burst into tears at any moment. Not because he's sad, angry, or any other emotion that typically makes people cry.
No, he's going to start crying soon, out of sheer frustration.
When he woke up this morning, he got up to an absolute cacophony of noise from outside his and Bradley's home.
Apparently, the city decided to start rebuilding the tiny park across the street a while ago. They sent out notices to nearby residents to inform them about the construction, how long it will take, all that stuff. Only, the letter got lost in the mail pile on the hallway sideboard, and he and Bradley woke up three days ago to the construction noise outside. After Bradley went outside to ask the construction workers how long this whole ordeal would take - complaining that the city hadn't informed them - Jake found the letter on the sideboard. So for the next few weeks, they would have to deal with the ongoing noises of the workers tearing up the sidewalk, drilling into the ground, hammering, before construction would move further into the park, and be quieter.
To add insult to injury, the house next to theirs had been converted into an Airbnb a few months ago, a fact he and Bradley hadn't been too happy about, given that it wasn't the first house in their lovely neighborhood it happened to. The current occupants had been staying there for the last two weeks already and, apparently, had given birth to the devil's children. It had been hot the last three weeks, so the two pre-teen boys had spent most of the time in the front lawn, running around in swim shorts, screaming their absolute heads off while they played with the water hose. And their toddler? Jake doesn't think it does anything else than scream, day in and night out.
So now, Jake has spent the morning moving around the house, trying and failing to find something to do that would occupy his mind with anything else other than the noises coming from outside.
He's sitting in the cozy breakfast nook in their kitchen, nursing his third coffee of the day with his hands over his ears, while the workers continue tearing up the sidewalk, and the devil children scream. He's just contemplating what to do next - maybe drown himself to end his suffering? - when he sees Bradley appear in the archway to their kitchen, decked out in running gear. His white tank top is sticking to his abs with sweat, his running shorts ridden up and sticking to his muscular thighs, tote bag in hand. Normally, seeing his boyfriend looking delicious like this, Jake would lick his lips, and join Bradley in the shower. Tragically, he's too fucking overstimulated to bother, which, kill him now please.
Bradley can read him like a book, after four years in a committed relationship. He looks at Jake, with his hands over his ears and teary eyes, and smiles ruefully, before crossing the room in a few, long strides. Putting the tote bag on the ground, he scooches his big body in next to Jake, lifting Jake's head with a finger under his chin to give him a short peck on the mouth, lips curled up into a smile still.
"Good morning, baby," he murmurs into Jake's mouth, voice soft.
In lieu of a proper response, Jake just grunts unhappily, before burying his head in his arms. It's a miracle he could even hear what Bradley is saying.
Used to Jake being a bit grumpy in the morning sometimes, Bradley stands back up, stealing Jake's empty mug to go to the coffee machine and pour himself a cup of coffee. Jake watches his boyfriend with hooded eyes, nose wrinkling a bit out of habit, when he sees Bradley take a sip of the black coffee. He has no clue how Bradley can drink something that tastes like black tar if you ask Jake. He only drinks his coffee with a hefty dose of caramel creamer, and caramel sauce on top. Bradley thinks it's vile. Jake believes caramel creamer is the best thing ever invented.
"How was your morning?" Bradley almost has to shout now that he's not directly next to Jake anymore.
Pulling his hands away from his ears - and wincing at the sudden influx of noise - Jake yells back "If you shout a little louder, darling, maybe we can ignore whatever the fuck is going on outside!"
Bradley winces sympathetically, taking his mug with him when he returns to join Jake in the breakfast nook. "I'm sorry, baby; I know you've been struggling a lot recently," he says, voice still raised even though he's now sitting directly opposite him.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Bradley; I feel like I'm going to tear my hair out if this doesn't stop soon." He throws his head back against the wall behind him in frustration, and at that moment, he feels the elastic band snap, a few tears leaking out of his eyes onto his cheeks.
Great.
Alarmed at the sight, Bradley abandons his coffee and reaches across the table, grabbing one of Jake's hands in his, tugging lightly. "Come here," he responds.
Jake stands up listlessly, walking around the table until he's standing in front of Bradley, who tugs on his hand again. Knowing immediately what Bradley wants, Jake straddles his lap, putting his arms around his shoulders and burying his wet face in Bradley's neck. He's still slightly sweaty from his jog and the hot weather outside, but Jake couldn't give less of a fuck at this point.
Bradley's hands gently squeeze Jake's hips, and he presses a light kiss on Jake's shoulder.
The noises are still ongoing outside, but right here, burrowed in his boyfriend's embrace, Jake can almost ignore the discordance and his overstimulated mind.
Almost.
And then something must happen where the next-door children are playing - more like terrorizing - because all of a sudden, their screaming gets louder, moving from delighted to pained.
Jake hiccups a cry. "I can't… I don't know what the fuck to do anymore, darling." His voice breaks at the beginning, desperate. They're only on day three of the construction, and they have no idea when the family in the Airbnb is leaving.
Wordlessly, Bradley's hands wander from his hips to his back, moving up and down soothingly. He can feel the heat radiating from his hands through his thin shirt, and like a conditioned response to his touch, goosebumps rise on his skin.
"I have an idea," Bradley says, lips right at Jake's ear in order to be heard without having to shout. "Do you trust me?"
"Always." His reply is quick, words leaving his mouth without even having to think about it. Being so close to Bradley, feeling him breathe, is already making him feel a little bit calmer than before.
Bradley hums, hands still running up and down his back. "Hm, that's nice to hear baby," he says. "I'm going to take a shower, and while I do that, I want you to go to the bedroom, remove your clothes, and then wait for me on the bed, okay?"
"What?" he asks, reluctantly leaving his safe space in Bradley's neck, "You know I would never say no to whatever fun ideas you have, but honestly darling, I don't think I could even come with all this fucking screaming and hammering."
"Just trust me, baby, I'm going to take care of you," his boyfriend murmurs back, just a few inches separating his face from Jake's.
Jake furrows his eyebrows, mind already going a hundred miles an hour to figure out how his boyfriend could possibly distract him from everything else going on around them.
Bradley smoothes down the furrow between his eyebrows with a knowing smirk, saying "Up, up," to get Jake to move.
When Jake stands up from his lap, Bradley follows, grabbing the abandoned tote bag from the floor, and then walks out of the kitchen towards their bathroom with just a small kiss on Jake's lips, leaving him on his own again.
He just stands there in their kitchen for a few moments, contemplating between following Bradley's instructions or burying himself underneath the blankets on the couch to block out the noises from outside. Eventually, he silently walks up the stairs to their bedroom. Their bedroom is on the other side of the house, furthest away from the street and AirBnB's front lawn, so when he closes the door, it's the most silent room in the house. Still, the noise from outside is loud enough that it woke him up this morning before his alarm went off.
The bed is still unmade, so Jake has no qualms sitting down on it while he removes his clothes, as Bradley instructed. When he's as bare as the day he was born, the striped linen duvet cover is cool on his skin, incredibly soft from years of use.
He only has to wait a few minutes before their bedroom day opens again, letting in sounds from outside and his incredibly hot boyfriend. The latter apparently decided it was useless to put on any clothes after his shower. Weirdly enough, he's still carrying that tote bag from earlier with him.
Jake watches as Bradley walks over to where he's sitting at the end of the bed, his body thrumming in excitement at just the sight of his naked boyfriend. He says a silent prayer in his head for the Bradshaw metabolism. Bradley eats like a pig most of the time, but his body is sculpted by Michelangelo - lean muscles, toned abs, thick arms that can pick Jake up with so much ease that he can feel his cock stirring at just the thought of it.
"Alright, what do you have planned?" he asks, unable to wait for Bradley to say anything. "Also, what's with that tote bag?"
"God, I love your endless curiosity," Bradley chuckles, setting the tote bag down next to Jake before he leans down to capture Jake's lips in a slick, messy kiss. Jake moans when Bradley's tongue glides across his bottom lip before tangling with his own, the outside momentarily forgotten.
When Bradley pulls back, Jake lets out a whine, senses focusing on the construction and screams again now that Bradley isn't touching him anymore.
"When I went out for my run earlier, I stopped by a shop on the way home," Bradley says, before continuing, "I bought something for us to try."
His mind immediately thinks of sex toys - but isn't the shop quite far outside of Bradley's usual route? - right as Bradley pulls a pair of headphones out of the tote bag.
Huh?
Not bothered by Jake's confused expression, Bradley pulls out another thing from the bag; a tiny box labeled earbuds . As Jake starts to catch on, Bradley pulls out the last item, which he knows he couldn't have just bought, because he's seen it before on Bradley. A black silk tie, which Jake knows, usually hangs with one of Bradley's suits in the hallway closet.
Putting two and two together, Jake lets out a loud moan, throwing himself back into the covers, and Bradley smirks, obviously happy about his reaction.
Climbing onto the bed himself, Bradley throws the bag onto the floor, slowly tapping him on the thigh, wanting Jake's attention on him and him only. Bradley is now holding all three items in his hands, showing them to Jake.
"The headphones are noise-canceling ones, with great reviews and -" he says, before Jake interrupts him. "Aren't those really expensive, darling?" remembering the price tags he saw while browsing in the electronics shop once.
Bradley just tuts softly at the interruption, and Jake closes his mouth again with a sigh.
"Don't worry about that, Jake," he continues. "I thought we could get you out of your head a bit with the earbuds and headphones; get away from all the noise for once."
When he finishes explaining his intentions behind his purchase, he's silent, letting Jake contemplate the offer in peace.
The only form of sensory deprivation they've played around with before has been using the silk tie to cover his eyes, but never blocking out his hearing. The thought excites him, if he thinks about it some more. He's never had any problem with surrendering the control he usually craves to Bradley inside their home, and he doesn't think he has any issues with this. Not being able to hear what's happening on the outside, not being able to see what Bradley is doing, just relying on everything he can feel, sounds lovely in his current situation.
Slowly, he nods. "Okay, let's try it. I trust you."
With a grin, Bradley leans over him, kissing him on the mouth sweetly. "I love you. I really think it would help." On instinct, Jake replies back with an "I love you" on his own.
He scoots up the bed a bit further, so his head is lying on the mountain of pillows on their bed. Bradley follows, and in one quick move, straddles Jake's hips so he's hovering above him. They both moan at the feeling of their bare skin touching in all the right places.
"Maybe there's an upside to all that noise," Jake smirks, "When can we be as loud in here as we want."
Bradley laughs, which is music to his ears. God, he never thought he'd ever love someone this much .
"Okay, I'm going to start with the earbuds and headphones, and then I'm going to put the tie around your eyes afterward," Bradley explains. "You remember the safewords in case you need them, baby? I can still hear."
"Green for good , yellow for wait a moment , and red for immediate stop ," he says on autopilot. Back when they started fooling around with anything other than vanilla sex early in their relationship, they agreed to use the traffic light system.
"Hm, good boy," Bradley praises, which makes Jake preen. "I'm going to give you the earbuds now, and then I'm going to put the headphones over your ears."
He hands them over, and Jake inserts the earbuds, sounds immediately muted but not quite gone. After Bradley places the headphones over them, the only thing he can hear is the blood rushing in his ears, but no other sounds. The relief is immediate - already, the silence is calming, and Jake can practically feel the tension leave his body, relaxing. Nodding at the OK hand gesture Bradley is showing him, the last thing he sees is Bradley's face leaning over him, before he wraps the silk tie around his head and pulls it over his eyes, vision going black.
His sense of touch is already heightened, the places where Bradley's skin is touching his own tingling, more intense than usual. He feels Bradley move off him, and then … nothing for a few moments. He knows Bradley is still there because he can practically feel his eyes on him, roaming up and down his naked body. It's arousing, the thought of being entirely at Bradley's mercy, and he can feel his cock stiffening.
When Bradley leans back over him, he can feel the heat of Bradley's skin first - always a human furnace - before he actually touches him, and then suddenly, Bradley's lips are on his neck, mouthing words into his skin that he can't hear. He moans, but the fact that he can only feel his throat constrict and not hear himself throws him off a bit, a weird feeling. He tries holding off on making any sounds, but Bradley must notice his unusual silence. His lips never leave his skin, sliding lower and lower, until he's mouthing at his pecs, and then licks at his nipple. At the sensation, Jake loses what little control he has been holding onto, pushing his chest against Bradley, and letting out a moan again. It must have been loud, because Bradley's lips move away from sucking on his nipple, and he thinks he can feel Bradley chuckle from where their chests are pushed together.
Bradley doesn't let him off long, before his mouth is back on his pec, sucking on one nipple while he plays with the other one with his free hand. Already, the experience is overwhelming in a good way; the feeling of Bradley playing with his chest heightened to a thousand, all his other senses dialed up. He thinks he can smell Bradley, lemon and sage. He must have used Jake's body wash, his favorite.
He's moaning, all hesitation forgotten, pushing his head back into the pillows. He was definitely right; that outside noise really is useful. He doesn't think he's ever been this loud before in bed, and Bradley is only teasing him so far.
Bradley keeps sucking on his nipple, lips already spit-swollen, when Jake feels the hand on his other pec start to wander. It goes down, down, down, through the ridges of his stomach, until he reaches the happy trail of hair leading down to his cock, already heavy and hard just from the stimulation to his chest. His body tenses for a second with anticipation, but Bradley only scratches lightly through the patch of hair on his groin before his hand moves lower, around his body, squeezing Jake's ass with his big hand.
Jake arches off the bed, letting out a breathless "Fuck, you're such a tease." Bradley nips at his skin in retaliation, before he changes position, and then he's not touching him anymore. He must be close though, because Jake can still feel the heat radiating off his skin, making him shiver in anticipation.
God, this was such a good idea. He's already thinking of a thank you present for Bradley while he's eagerly awaiting Bradley's next move. Honestly, with his senses heightened through the blindfold and headphones, he thinks he could come just from Bradley playing with his chest or squeezing his ass long enough. Still, he knows that's not what Bradley has in mind.
He can feel the bed shift from Bradley changing position again, straining to figure out what he's up to, when Bradley lightly touches his inner thighs, the touch so soft and reverent it makes his head spin. He can imagine how Bradley looks at him, just from how he's being so tender with Jake's body, and Jake is practically overflowing with love for him. He shudders, before Bradley uses his hands on his thighs to spread his legs a little. He barely has any time to register what's happening before he feels Bradley's hot breath between his legs and then his tongue is on his rim, licking softly at the muscle and up his perineum.
He can't hear the sound he makes, but he knows with a hundred percent certainty he's never made one like this before - it scratches his throat, his vocal cords, is borderline painful . One of Bradley's hands moves from his thigh to his hips, pinning him down again where he's straining upwards and downwards simultaneously, trying to get Bradley closer, if that were even possible. He's throwing his head back left and right, moaning continuously now.
Jake knows the sounds he's making are spurring Bradley on, because the hand leaves his hip to lift one of Jake's legs over his shoulders for easier access.
He's aware Bradley loves rimming him - sometimes spends entire evenings doing nothing else, which usually leaves Jake a whimpering mess, just like right now. Both of Bradley's hands are on his ass now, opening him up wider, before he stiffens his tongue and licks inside him. Jake nearly comes right there and then, but Bradley's not done, sliding in a slick finger when Jake relaxes a bit more.
Where the hell did the lube come from? Is the only thought in Jake's head, mind otherwise empty. Jake loses his mind when Bradley finds his prostate and slides a second finger inside him, still sucking on his rim. He knows he's saying something from the way he moves his mouth, but his brain is so focused on Bradley in between his legs - inside him - that he's not even sure what he's saying is considered an actual language. Bradley just continues, squeezing his asscheeks occasionally, until eventually, he's up to three fingers, opening Jake up. Tears are running down Jake's cheeks now from underneath the silk tie, good tears, not the ones from before. His cock is leaking steadily onto his stomach, and Jake thinks he can actually come like this, without Bradley laying even one finger on his cock.
"Bradley, I'm so close ," he shouts out when Bradley presses particularly hard on his prostate, hips grinding down frantically to chase his own high. All of a sudden, Bradley removes his fingers from his rim, moving backward until he's not touching Jake at all anymore.
The sudden lack of sensation pushes a drawn-out whine from Jake, crying out again for Bradley.
" NO, what? " arms fumbling blindly for any part of Bradley he can reach, desperate. When Bradley grasps his arms and gently lays them down on the bed again, he relaxes, knowing he's not far away. Content they're touching again, Jake lets Bradley arrange his legs how he wants them.
Bradley's hands run back and forth over his thighs, spreading them further. Jake thinks Bradley's pulling his thighs apart to go back to rimming him, but right as he lets out a breathy moan at that thought, he feels the lubed-up head of Bradley's cock teasing at his rim, and the moan chokes off when Bradley slides in one smooth glide. Scrambling for purchase at the sudden intrusion and the absolute assault of sensations he feels with Bradley's cock inside him, he almost hits Bradley in the face, grasping him at the shoulders and pulling him flush against him.
One hand at Bradley's neck and the other grasping at his firm back, he thinks he can feel Bradley moan at the way Jake's ass is tensing around his cock, feeling the vibrations of his throat against his hand.
After giving Jake a moment to adjust, just breathing in and out slowly, Bradley presses a kiss against Jake's shoulders, before Jake can feel the bed shift again and Bradley starts moving in earnest. He's not holding back, thrusting in roughly, pulling out almost entirely on the way out before slamming back in. Jake can feel the muscles in Bradley's back ripple with the effort. Bradley moves up from mouthing at Jake's neck, and captures his lips in a filthy kiss, lips slick with spit. They're mostly panting against each other, Jake moaning wildly at every thrust of Bradley's hips.
Sex with Bradley is always incredible - their sexual chemistry is so intense, and their tastes so similar, better than Jake has ever had in his previous relationships. But this is … out of this world . He can't hear Bradley, but he can sense the heat of Bradley's skin against his own, feel the puffs of air he lets out with each thrust, and just focus on the way Bradley is enveloping his whole body.
It's the most intense feeling he's ever had, and it doesn't take Jake long to come. With a particularly hard thrust of Bradley against his prostate and the occasional pressure of Bradley's stomach against his cock, he comes so hard he can feel it against his collarbone. His mind whites out with the force of his orgasm, seeing stars dance behind his eyelids, and he thinks there's no actual sound coming out of his throat, even though his mouth is ripped wide open.
When Jake manages to catch his breath again, Bradley's thrusts start slowing down before coming entirely to a stop. Jake knows immediately that Bradley wants to pull out to keep Jake from growing overstimulated, and desperate to stop him from doing that, clasps his legs around Bradley's waist, squeezing them together with all the strength he has left in his body. It's not a lot, given the way his entire body feels boneless, but it's enough. Jake notices Bradley's whole body still for a second, before he picks up his thrusts again.
Jake lets his fingers scratch against Bradley's back - he knows Bradley enjoys the marks left over from that - trying to hold on long enough for Bradley to finish.
Eventually, Jake notices that the roll of his hips starts growing more erratic, before Bradley stills completely, bites down on his pec, and feels him come inside him.
For a few minutes, they both relax against each other, breathless. When his rim starts burning, not just pleasantly anymore, Bradley pulls out of him slowly. At the uncomfortable feeling of that, and the sensation of Bradley's come slowly trickling out of him, he winces a bit.
Slowly, to not startle him, Bradley's hands tenderly caress his face, gently loosening the silk tie knot before sliding the makeshift blindfold off his eyes. Jake's eyes take a bit to adjust to the sudden influx of light, blinking owlishly before they eventually start to focus. The first thing Jake sees is Bradley's face above his, smiling so wide he looks like the sun, his whole face light up with joy. Jake feels his face mirror Bradley's, and they're just smiling at each other for a few seconds. When Bradley moves to remove the headphones from over Jake's ears, Jake just shakes his head.
"No, I want to keep them on for a bit still," he says, and Bradley nods before he points towards their bedroom door.
A bit lost as to what Bradley means, he raises a questioning eyebrow, and Bradley starts mimicking brushing his teeth, which makes him laugh. He lets Bradley go though.
Lying alone in their bed, Jake just stares up at the ceiling, thinking about nothing apart from Bradley. That must have been the most amazing sex they've ever had, the most intense orgasm Jake's ever felt. His whole body is still tingling with aftershocks, so he remains there until Bradley returns, with a wet towel in hand.
He gently cleans Jake up, gingerly running the towel between his cheeks, before he cleans up Jake's chest, and then throws the towel to the side. When he starts kissing Jake leisurely, lips sliding against each other, he tastes like peppermint. For a while they just continue kissing, in no rush to get up. There's nothing planned for today except a barbeque tonight at Natashas and Bob's house with all their friends, but that's still hours and hours away.
In time, Bradley pulls away from Jake, mouths the words "I love you" at Jake, and then lays his head on Jake's chest, closing his eyes. He knows Bradley doesn't want to nap, but they're both enjoying their proximity, basking in the afterglow together.
Absent-mindedly, Jake starts tracing I love you into Bradley's back, over and over again. It couldn't be more true.