Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 4: When suppressed desires explode...attraction!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix of the sexy Jean

Video: Cheap Thrills by Sia ft. Sean Paul

Dedicated to the sexiest mama on the planet...LeanneBarnett. How about we break some rule on here, Leannimal? With some long-ass chapter... What do you say?

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"Brad?" Jean gently shook Bradley awake. "You have to wake up, eat, take your medication and change your dressing. I brought you some juice."

Bradley stretched and fully opened his eyes to look at Jean. He was in cargo shorts and t-shirt with his dark hair damp from an obvious shower. The guy was not only good looking, he had an air of naughty innocence which Bradley could bet was what drew women to him like moths to a flame. And that smile... Then he remembered what Jean had done the night before and scowled.

"I need to use the bathroom." Bradley rasped, sitting up slowly.

"Allow me to help..."

"I'll use the wheel..."

"Aw shut up and let me help." Jean snapped as he wrapped an arm around Bradley's waist and helped him off the bed and into the en-suite bathroom. "Call me when you're done." He instructed as he closed the bathroom door behind him.

He quickly made Bradley's bed and left to pick up his medication from the medical wing. When Jean came back to Bradley's room, he gasped at the sounds he heard coming from the bathroom. With an angry growl he barged into the bathroom.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jean bellowed.

"What does it look like?" Bradley's voice was muffled under the spray of the water. He'd braced one hand against the tiled wall and was squeezing some lemon scented liquid soap onto his head. "I'm taking a shower."

"Are you nuts?" Jean growled as he stepped into the shower to wrap an arm under a not too steady Bradley. "If you fall, your stitches will reopen you fool."

"Well, I haven't fallen have I?" Bradley used a hand to rub the soap down the back of his neck, getting suds onto Jean in the process. "I wanted to take a shower."

"Did you even think about your wound and the dressing?" Jean snapped.

"I thought you said you were going to change it."

Jean snorted as he reached for a body sponge and began to bathe Bradley's back. "Turn around." He instructed when he was done with Bradley's back. "And make sure you have a good grip on that rail. I wouldn't want you slipping and cracking that silly skull of yours."

Bradley did as was instructed and sighed with contentment as Jean gave him a thorough bathing. It felt heavenly. Afterwards, Jean helped Bradley back into the room and into bed, shaking his head at how soaked the dressing at his groin had become.

"Damn, I needed that." Bradley breathed, lying on his back in all is naked glory. "Thanks."

"Hmm..." Jean grunted with a scowl. "You're an idiot. I need to go change. I'll be right back." He turned to go but paused in the doorway. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."

"What can I possibly do?" Bradley laughed.

"Have you met you?" With that retort, Jean left to go and change out of his wet clothes.

Jean came back looking dry in blue jeans and a black t-shirt that accentuated the great body beneath. He went directly into Bradley's bathroom and came back with some shaving cream, a shaving stick and a cup of water.