Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 8: When suppressed desires explode...liberation!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: Jean dares Bradley with his stare, to disobey...

Video: Redemption Song by Bob Marley (performed by Lauryn Hill and Ziggy Marley)

Enjoy!

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"Aw come on, do you plan on sleeping till tomorrow?" Jean groaned when he entered Bradley's room at noon.

Bradley had been fast asleep when Jean was leaving for the hospital that morning. Jean couldn't believe the man was still sleeping after twelve noon. Jean went to draw aside the drapes, letting in sunlight. He grinned when Bradley groaned.

"Go away." Bradley mumbled but he opened his eyes to look at Jean. He didn't attempt to move though.

"Wake up lazy bones. You need to eat." Jean said.

"What I need is sleep." He groaned. "I didn't sleep early."

"Dude, we both..."

"I stayed awake long after you slept. Couldn't sleep."

"You should have woken me up." Jean said quietly.

"Just having you here was okay." Bradley rolled onto his back and stretched. "What time is it?"

A chuckled burst out of Jean when his eyes fell on the tented covers. "Dude, it's way past morning for this wood." He laughed.

"Fuck off." Bradley grumbled. "You wake up a gay man, looking like that." His eyes moved languidly over Jean. "What did you expect?" He mumbled. "I like your outfit." And I like the man in it even more, he added silently.

"Thanks." Jean went to draw the curtains. "We can check out some of the sites I shop on later."

Bradley snorted as he sat up. "Why should I bother? I hardly wear anything besides military stuff."

"It doesn't hurt to have them. You don't know when you'll need to go civilian." Jean turned to leave. "We'll do that after lunch. It will be fun."

"Will take my lunch later." Bradley mumbled as he headed for the bathroom. "I need to hit the gym now."

"Need help? Want me to spot you?"

"No, thanks."

Jean nodded and left, wondering why he suddenly felt flushed. Who was he kidding, he groaned as he bounded up the stairs. If he would be honest with himself, he found Bradley real good to look at...especially that face. He felt warmth invading his face when he remembered how long he'd stared at Bradley's sleeping face that morning, before getting out of his bed. Since the day Bradley sent him to cloud nine with his skillful mouth, he'd become aware of the man in a way he never thought was possible. Admitting it to himself made it all so real and Jean wasn't amused one bit. His life, although wild and sometimes irresponsible, had always been controlled by nothing and no one but himself. But suddenly, he didn't seem to have control over what was happening in his life and that scared him. Jean began to pace when he got to his room. He needed to do something to get his mind off Bradley. Anything. He climbed up to his loft, grabbed the phone and dialed Dean's number. Who better than his equally crazy twin to get his mind off his sexy houseguest?

"Is this a wrong number or something?" Jean smiled when he heard his brother's voice. He wasn't surprised at Dean's question. They hardly spoke during working hours.

"Busy?" Jean flopped onto his bed.

"I'm always busy." Dean drawled. "Sup?"

And an hour later, the brothers were still chatting...about nothing and everything.