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Visiting Texas with Jake is one of Bradley's favorite new yearly traditions they've come up with since they got together for good.
The scenery is different, with beautiful hills and lakes contrasting to what he's used to seeing back in San Diego, let alone Lemoore or his time at UVA. There's something new every time he visits, and he loves it. Most of all, he loves discovering it all with Jake.
The summers are a bitch, though. It's hotter, the air more humid than Bradley favors, and after years of experiencing it, Bradley knows he should be used to the change in weather, but he has only spent two weeks at a time in this place to ever bother. That is why he likes to come during wintertime instead, preferring the couple of times they've come for Christmas (spending hours cuddling with Jake to keep his boyfriend warm is also a nice plus).
No use in bemoaning the fact, however. Better to embrace the positive side of visiting in July; by that, Bradley means watching Jake in full cowboy mode. Seeing him in civvies, all jeans and plaid shirts, Stetson always in place atop his head, is the epitome of every visit.
Bradley particularly likes it when Jake gets all dolled up for special occasions, taking great pleasure at the wave of giddiness that sweeps over him every time said special events involve Bradley.
They agreed to spend their whole leave at Jake's family ranch since his family was touring Europe on their own vacation, and Jake had decided, now that they'd been here for two weeks, that tonight was one such occurrence.
"We've been going out together all the time we've been here, Jake."
"It's not the same, Bradshaw," Jake had rolled his eyes. "I said a date, and I'm taking you out to this fancy bar tonight. It's gonna be fun, finally having enough free time to do this."
So, once the chores around the ranch had been taken care of for the day—which, always a fucking delight to see his boyfriend taking care of everything at the farm—and they had finished dinner, Jake had taken Bradley's hand in his and directed him to his truck, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before rounding the Silverado and expertly climbing up into the driver's seat.
It takes them about an hour to arrive at the place. Bradley doesn't remember ever coming around this part of town, with their visits to downtown Austin being few and far between. Still, he's heard about The Driskill, and the place is as gorgeous as everyone says, from the building's romanesque style front to the lavish lobby.
The bar, which is where they're going, is as Texan as it gets. Various shades of brown make up the scenery, leather and cowhide couches and barstools bathed in golden light that makes the place seem cozy despite the room size of the room, and, above the fireplace, a Texas Longhorn keeps watch over the bar.
It is nice and cozy for a while, the meaningless chatter flowing as easily as the drinks, but a bachelor party arrives later in the night, and it gets too hectic for them. Bradley leans on his side to place a kiss on Jake's cheek. "What do you say we get out of here and you take me to that bar we visited last time we were here, hmm?"
"Yeah, let's go," Jake says, placing his hand on Bradley's thigh to push himself up.
As they get out, Bradley links his pinky through Jake's, squeezing. "You okay?"
Jake hums noncommittally. "Wanted this date to be more lavish, I guess. Special."
"It's always special when I'm with you. Don't need lavish."
They get to the bar not much later, laughing as they make their way to the pretty bartender tending tonight. Jake turns his charm to 200% when he orders them a round, the white button-up with the sleeves rolled up right above his elbows and buttons holding for dear life across his chest, and the denim of his jeans snugly hugging his thighs and ass helping him too.
Bradley sighs dreamily. He does love coming back to Texas.
Jake turns to him, his left hand tapping against the bar's wood to the sound of the music as he waits for the beers. He locks his gaze and smiles. "This the third time I've caught you staring tonight. Enjoying the view?"
"You know I am."
"Same here," he chuckles. Bradley is wearing his favorite pair of jeans, a denim shirt over a plain white tee, sunglasses perched on it. He looks good, if he says so himself, and is glad Jake thinks the same.
Jake's gaze shifts from Bradley's to a point behind him, brows raising in amusement. Bradley can't help his frown. "What?"
Jake gestures with his chin. "Looks like they added some entertainment since we were last here."
Bradley turns to see a mechanical bull in the back of the bar, some girl laughing drunkenly as she's flung across the padded flooring.
"Think you could do better?" Jake whispers in his ear as he presses a cold bottle to his hand.
Bradley takes the beer and turns to his boyfriend. "Of course."
"You sound awfully confident for a man that owns a ridiculous amount of hawaiian shirts."
Bradley scoffs. "I have skills."
"Yeah?" Jake asks as he curls a finger through Bradley's belt loop and tugs.
Bradley goes easily, free hand coming to rest on his hips and sliding one leg between Jake's. "Yeah, spent a few summers growing up at my grandparents' ranch back in Nashville."
"Cali boy has some tricks up his sleeve, huh? Who would've thought?" Jake drawls, breath ghosting over Bradley's lips, making him shiver. "Shall we, then?"
"Giddy up, cowboy."
"Oh my god," Jake laughs incredulously, shaking his head. "I can't believe you just said that. I want a divorce."
Bradley flicks the Stetson on Jake's head lightly. "Shut up," he says as he turns towards the mechanical bull, throwing a "you comin'?" over his shoulder.
The girl operating the mechanical bull gives Jake a wink when he tips his Stetson in her direction, blowing a piece of bubble gum and smiling at Bradley after she pops it. He nods up at her, and she must see something on his face because she laughs, shaking her head.
Jake climbs up on the thing, all smug smiles until Bradley climbs after him, throwing his legs over Jake's.
Jake's dumbstruck as Bradley tugs a little on his dog tags, lets them hang between those tits, slides a hand up his chest, past his neck, and takes his Stetson.
They're already spinning; Jake is slowly rocking back and forth subconsciously, but he recovers quickly and shoots Bradley a charming, lopsided grin. And Bradley has never been able to resist that, so what else is he supposed to do? He tugs at the tags again to bring Jake closer and whispers in his ear. "You look so good under me, rocking like this baby," while his other hand is firmly in place at Jake's side, squeezing his ribs a little.
Jake blue-screens again, and Bradley chuckles deeply, taking Jake's arms and throwing them over his shoulders. Jake instinctively holds onto Bradley and brings a hand to his back to bring them closer.
Foreheads touching, they keep spinning, noses brushing and breaths ghosting over lips, eyes never leaving each other. It's like the bar has faded away; the only thing Bradley sees is the green of Jake's eyes, a rich viridian shade in this low lighting. He can't help but reach between them and rub his palm up and down Jake's torso, creeping up to caress his chest, feeling a nipple getting hard.
Jake leans back a bit, and Bradley takes the opportunity to push him down onto the saddle, keeping his hand in place as they keep spinning slowly. Jake's hands take hold of the edge of the bull, and in this new position, he's looking up at him from under his lashes.
Bradley's breath catches in his throat at the sight, and he grinds down on Jake's groin, winking at him when his eyes flutter. Without warning, Jake grabs the back of his thighs and Bradley laughs merrily, leaning over Jake to grab the edge of the bull. Jake laughs, too, as Bradley lets go of the bull, reclines slightly, and once again takes hold of the chain dangling from Jake's neck.
It's as if he's unable to stop, the metal of the dog tags catching the light in just the right way to make Jake's pecs irresistible. He beckons the other man up with a tug and sits back on the machine's surface when Jake is again straightened up. They rock together for a little while, Bradley grabbing the opening of Jake's shirt for support every so often, Jake holding his thighs with the same purpose.
"You look good in that," Jake purrs eventually, indicating to his Stetson with his eyes.
"Yeah?" Bradley smiles. He reaches up to grab the rope above them with his right hand and uses his left to replace the hat on Jake, heat behind his eyes when he says, "I like it better on you."
Jake chuckles, and Bradley fleetingly grabs his chin before using the rope he's still holding to hoist himself up, expertly using his feet to find his balance as the bull turns, finishing behind Jake.
He sinks down on the machine again, wraps both hands around Jake, and nuzzles his neck as cheers, and some catcalls erupt from the other patrons.
Jake hums, slowly rocking with him. "Didn't know you had it in you, Bradshaw."
Bradley slides a hand up Jake's torso to squeeze a pec. "Maybe Mrs. Callaway—my grandparents' neighbor—had a mechanical bull in her restaurant, and maybe I spent a lot of time down there practicing to impress some girls and boys when I was fifteen."
"Is that so?"
"Mhmm."
"Well, cowboy, consider me one of those boys," Jake croons. "Why don't you take me home so I can show you how impressed I am?"
Bradley hasn't gotten off anything faster.
Even though the bar's pretty crowded, they manage to get out, with Bradley never taking his arm off Jake from where it's draped across his shoulders. Jake laughs when Bradley pulls him closer, slides his hand further down his chest, and squeezes his right pec firmly.
As they walk up to the Silverado, Jake tries to pull away from Bradley's grip, only to be squeezed again. "If you wanna get home, you need to let go, Bradley."
Bradley buries his head in the crook of Jake's neck. "Don't wanna."
Jake turns his head to place a kiss on Bradley's curls. "Really?" he quips, "I reckoned you rather we be home for…" his left hand comes up to the front of Bradley's t-shirt, sneaking under the hem to trace the line of his abs, up and down again, stopping at the waistband of his jeans.
Bradley shudders, dick perking up when Jake's pinky slips inside his jeans. "Yeah, let's-let's go."
And Bradley really means it. He wants to be home already, wants to fuck Jake silly, but Jake's ass looks perfect in those jeans, there's no one in the parking lot, and the truck's big enough to cover them anyway.
He presses Jake against the Silverado's door before he can open it, front flush to Jake's back, and starts grinding against his ass, his cock hardening quickly. Bradley holds him in place with both hands on his hips.
The other man whimpers, pushing back. "What happened to getting ho—fuck," he curses when Bradley bites down hard on his neck.
Bradley turns him around and gets a leg between Jake's so he can grind down against his thigh, feeling Jake's hard-on through his jeans. "Couldn't resist that ass, baby. So hot."
"You're one to talk," Jake moans, hands tugging at the curls on the nape of his neck. "Teasing me in there, fucking climbing on the damned thing. You know how hot that was?"
Bradley just hums, head swimming with pleasure. Jake's grinding is making the denim of his jeans pleasantly rub against his cock, and Bradley has never been more grateful about not wearing underwear when on leave.
Jake leans his head back against the truck, letting out a groan. Bradley takes advantage of this and latches onto Jake's neck, kissing down to his chest.
The Stetson is sliding back where it's pressing against the truck, tousling Jake's hair. Bradley has never seen a more beautiful image in his life.
"Talking about teasing when you have your tits out," he accentuates his point by grabbing Jake's left pec.
Jake chuckles heatedly, his hands flying to Bradley's ass to press them impossibly closer, better aligning their hips. The friction sends a spark of electricity down his spine, and if Jake's hiss is any indication, the same happens for his boyfriend.
"You really like them, huh?" Jake pants, frotting against Bradley.
Bradley leans forward, licking a stripe up Jake's neck until he reaches his earlobe. "Baby," he whispers, nibbling at his ear, "I love them."
The sound that Jake lets out has heat curling at the pit of his stomach, making him harder, and Bradley can feel precome staining his jeans, allowing a smoother glide between his cock and the denim. He's grunting in Jake's ear, and Jake, in turn, squeezes his ass harder. Bradley feels the pleasure building up; he's close.
"Darlin'-" Jake manages between moans, "babe, we should really go."
Bradley purrs, the hand still on Jake's tit squeezing once again, and he uses his thumb to grace the hardened, sensitive nipple. Jake's breath stutters, Bradley feeling the blond's abdomen spasm against him.
He smiles and brings his mouth down to bite on the right pec.
"Holy shit!" Jake cries out, suddenly pushing Bradley off him.
Bradley groans at losing the warmth and sensation of Jake pressed to him.
"No. Bradshaw, I-"Jake tries to compose himself. "I'm not coming in the fucking parking lot of the first bar my cousin took me to when I was 16," he pants. "I refuse."
"Sweetheart—"
"No. You want these?" Jake grabs the flaps of his shirt, opening it further, dog tags glinting against his tits. "You take me home. Now."
Bradley catches the keys thrown at him and climbs in the Silverado after Jake does the same through the driver's seat, sliding to the passenger seat rather uncomfortably. Bradley can't help himself and slaps his ass.
Jake keeps a bruising hold on Bradley's thigh throughout the ride home.
Bradley doesn't know how he manages to do it since the ride home passes in a haze, but before he knows it, he's parking the truck in front of Jake's place.
Bradley climbs down the Silverado and speed walks around it without wasting time, getting to Jake's side in record time. He crowds his boyfriend against the truck, hands coming up to frame his face and keep him in place.
He sees the deep green of Jake's eyes, irises ablaze and iridescent with the way the stars are reflecting in them and leans down to capture his lips in a torrid kiss. Bradley feels like a man possessed as their lips dance together, sighing happily through his nose when Jake places his hands on Bradley's hips, pressing him closer. Their groins brush together, and before Bradley can pick up the make-out session where they left off back at the parking lot, Jake pinches his ass, making him yelp.
"Inside," Jake exhorts. "C'mon."
Bradley trails after Jake like a dog (a horn dog, his mind supplies floundering), plastering himself to the other man's back and kissing his neck as Jake unlocks the door. Bradley only just moving back as Jake opens the door and gets them inside.
Bradley seizes on the opportunity to lift Jake slightly, turning to press him to the door and closing it.
Jake turns around in Bradley's arms. "You're ridiculous," he remarks dryly before chuckling. "Absolutely incorrigible," he adds with a quiet moan when Bradley presses their hips together.
Grinding against each other and moaning into each kiss, Bradley feels his head spin, heady with desire. The moment he feels himself getting close, he breaks the kiss and uses the hands still on Jake's hips to still him. Jake makes a low, needy sound that goes straight to Bradley's cock, but he buries his face in his boyfriend's neck and nips at his collarbone to stop himself from thrusting up against Jake again.
"Babe," Jake whines.
"Shh." Bradley presses a gentle kiss to the spot he just bit. "Wanna make it last," he adds with another kiss. "I want to absolutely wreck you tonight, and I won't last much longer if you keep doing that."
Jake sounds indignant when he protests. "I didn't do anything!"
Bradley nuzzles Jake's neck, burying his face in the collar of his open button-up, and moves the fabric to mouth at his collarbone. "Course you did, looking like that," he says, blindly bringing a hand up to flick at the Stetson while he's sucking on Jake's chest, "showing off these," he continues as he laps at the mark that is rapidly appearing, "making those little noises that you know drive me crazy…."
Jake huffs, bringing a hand between them to push gently on his chest. "You're the one to talk. Still can't believe you can do that. Four years and you're still full of surprises, huh?"
Years ago, when they finally decided to give this a shot, Bradley would have winced at a phrase like that; he would have heard the hurt behind those words.
It always leaves him bewildered how far they've come as a couple, as individuals even, after all those years of guarding themselves by way of pushing everybody away, even if that meant hurting the people they loved, each other included.
It's a fantastic feeling, to be so at peace about the subject, open to teasing now.
Right now Bradley just shrugs, smiles, and presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to Jake's lips, entirely in contrast to his hands that are busy unbuttoning Jake's white shirt slowly.
The other man doesn't say anything; he just follows his lead and starts tugging at Bradley's belt to unbuckle it.
They get rid of their clothes in silence; the only sound in the room their shared kisses, the atmosphere turned soft all of a sudden. Neither is complaining.
"I love you," Bradley says when they're naked and in the hallway leading to the door to Jake's bedroom, Stetson the only thing Bradley refuses to let Jake take off.
Jake smiles, smug. "The hat is really doing it for you tonight, huh?"
"The hat always does it for me, Seresin," Bradley says, tugging Jake closer by his dog tags.
It's a combination of everything, to be honest. Jake looks gorgeous with his longish hair peeking out from under the Stetson and the scruff that Bradley didn't even know he could be so into (there's something about the beard burn—no wonder Jake never lets Bradley shave the mustache despite always complaining about it).
So, in short, Bradley really likes Jake's rugged looks that he has going on whenever he's on leave.
"You're gorgeous."
"You're not too bad yourself," Jake smirks, getting closer. He places both hands on Bradley's chest, slightly scrapes his fingernails over it, and pushes Bradley onto the bed.
Bradley reaches out of habit to grab Jake, taking him down with him. The full weight of Jake punches the air out of him.
Jake laughs, leaning back. "You alright?"
Bradley smiles, fixing Jake's hat. "'m fine," he grabs Jake's ass and hails him up, making their cocks slide together.
Jake lets out a soft whine, maneuvering to straddle him as he leans down to kiss Bradley. Bradley hums into the kiss, squeezing Jake's ass twice, making him moan. He grabs Bradley's arms and brings them up to pin them on both sides of his head, Bradley whimpering when Jake's hands caress up his forearms and press his pulse points gently.
He grinds down on Bradley's lap, and Bradley can't help but close his eyes in pleasure, reveling in the feeling of the other man above him.
Just as Bradley's finding his rhythm, Jake is suddenly gone. Bradley opens his eyes in time to see his boyfriend give him a smirk and turn to the closet. Bradley groans. The hat.
Jake chuckles as he opens the closet door. "I'm not fucking you in the Stetson, Bradley. This thing's expensive."
Bradley pouts, sits up, and while Jake carefully puts the hat away, he walks up to him, pressing himself to Jake's back. He circles Jake's waist with one arm, the other creeping up his torso, hand slowly making its way to Jake's left pec. He squeezes, and Jake melts into him, sighing softly. Bradley walks them back to the bed, kissing the other man's neck as they go.
"Bradley, the door."
"Don't worry about it, Bradley mutters to shush him, scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin behind Jake's ear as he plays with his nipple, pinching and twisting. Jake moans and turns his head as much as he can to kiss Bradley, open-mouthed and desperate, ass grinding down on Bradley's cock.
When he turns in Bradley's arms to kiss him properly, Bradley takes advantage of how distracted Jake is to fling him to the bed, reversing their positions from earlier when he straddles him. They kiss some more, Bradley nibbling at Jake's neck when the other man grunts his name out, slowly making his way down. He sucks on his right nipple and licks a stripe across his chest to get to the other one. Biting and tugging on it, Bradley takes the abandoned pebbled one between thumb and index and pinches it.
Jake is a mess under him, moaning obscenely as he cards his fingers through Bradley's curls, tugging occasionally.
Bradley recognizes the exact moment it all is too much for Jake, the man getting antsy and whining his name in a breathy voice. Bradley smiles and kisses between Jake's pecs, whispering, "don't be impatient, sweetheart," as he keeps kissing and nipping at every bit of skin he lays eyes on. Calloused fingers graze down Jake's side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and when he reaches Jake's hip, he pinches it playfully, Jake yelping and chuckling.
The chuckle soon becomes a moan when Bradley dips his tongue into Jake's belly button. He licks his navel, eliciting a shaky breath out of Jake before he finally takes him in his mouth, breathing through his nose to go as deep as he can.
When Jake lets out a long fuck, Bradley hums, the sound reverberating around Jake's cock, making him moan. Bradley uses the opportunity to bob his head, quickly setting a pace that has Jake writhing and gripping the sheets tightly.
Bradley brings a hand to cup Jake's balls, pressing the spot between them and his rim gently, making him whimper. He releases Jake's cock with an obscene pop and kisses the cradle of his hip before reaching for the bedside table to take the lube out, pressing a quick kiss to Jake's cheek as he squirts a generous amount of the clear gel into his fingers. Meanwhile, he sucks a mark over Jake's heart and then reaches down and slowly, carefully circles his rim, taking a deep breath in unison with Jake before pushing the tip of a finger inside.
Jake breathes shakily, hips buckling up slightly. Bradley caresses his thigh with his free hand, kissing the inside, soothing Jake and willing him to relax, slowly pushing the finger in more. When he is in to the first knuckle, he curls it once, twice, reveling in the way Jake reacts, grunts and huffs going straight to Bradley's cock.
When his finger is fully inside Jake, Bradley sets a rhythm. "You're being so good for me, baby," he whispers. "Looking gorgeous with my fingers inside you," he finishes just as he adds another finger, scissoring them.
Soon enough, Jake starts to rock his hips to the pace of Bradley's fingers, moaning loudly when Bradley, fingers still deep inside Jake, crawls back up to tug on a nipple with his teeth at the same time that he curls his fingers up, grazing the spot that has Jake hips stuttering.
"Darlin'," Jake warns, and Bradley takes his fingers out, kissing the space between Jake's tits again.
"Not yet, baby."
Bradley takes the bottle of lube once more, squirting a glob of it on Jake's chest, the blond moaning at the cold sensation. After spreading the lube evenly on his tits, Bradley takes himself in hand and uses whatever is left to coat himself.
"You ready for me, princess?" Bradley grunts, scooting his hips closer to Jake's chest.
Jake nods.
"Want me to fuck your tits?"
"Yes," Jake moans wanton, squeezing his pecs with his hands so Bradley can fuck him better.
Bradley slides his cock right in the middle of Jake's pecs, moaning at the contact. They swiftly set a pace, Bradley trapping his cock with a hand as Jake brings both hands up to grip at Bradley's hips to help him press his cock down every now and then.
When Jake lets go of Bradley's hips to press his tits again, the brunet moves back a little, teasing Jake's cock with his cheeks. Jake moans, and Bradley keeps doing that so he can keep on hearing those sounds.
Grunting, Bradley twists so that he can both keep pressing down his dick with a hand on Jake's chest and reach back to take his boyfriend's cock to stroke it to the rhythm of his thrusts as best as he can. Jake huffs, resting his hands on Bradley's thighs and squeezing clumsily as his arms move with Bradley's thrusts.
Bradley feels himself getting close again, and he releases Jake's cock in favor of thrusting erratically between his tits.
"That's it, babe. Come all over me."
That tips Bradley off, his release painting Jake's chest and chin in white stripes. When his vision stops being fuzzy, Bradley swipes a finger over Jake's chest and brings it to his lips, licking it clean.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Bradley."
Bradley grins, leaning back to be at eye level with Jake and kissing him, the tinge of his come mingling on their tongues.
With one last peck, Bradley grabs the lube yet again, coating his fingers. Looking directly at Jake, he reaches back to push a finger inside him. He painstakingly pushes the finger deeper and deeper with each thrust, leaning down so he's chest to chest with Jake as he fucks himself on his finger.
Bradley pushes a second finger in when Jake throws his arms around his shoulders. He lets out a harsh breath at the same time that Jake whimpers, one of his hands flying up to the nape of Bradley's neck and petting the short hair there as Bradley rams his fingers inside of him over and over. His cock between them is hard again, the friction overstimulating.
With one well-aimed thrust, Bradley's index finger brushes his prostate, making him moan loudly against Jake's chest.
"Baby," Jake whines softly.
Bradley nods eagerly, retracting his fingers and using the lube to coat Jake's cock thoroughly with a few strokes, making him gasp.
He grabs the lube again and coats Jake's cock thoroughly with a few strokes, making him gasp. Still lying down, Jake holds Bradley's hips firmly to help him sink down until he bottoms out.
They stay still for a bit, chests heaving until Bradley nods and starts rolling his hips.
It's quick and erratic, Jake already close from before and Bradley not bearing much better, but it's heaven when Jake brushes his prostate again and again, fingers digging down hard on Bradley's thighs.
"Jake," Bradley gasps when his release hits him again, unexpectedly this time. He clenches around Jake, which makes Jake's orgasm follow shortly after.
They stay on the bed until the mess between them gets uncomfortable, and then Bradley offers to clean them up. He gets off the bed, grabs a damp towel, and does just that, climbing right back up and plopping himself over Jake again, head resting on his chest, the heartbeat under his ear lulling him to sleep.
"Love you," Jake whispers as he pets Bradley's hair.
"Mmm. Love you too," Bradley says fondly before promptly passing out.