Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 9: When suppressed desires explode...happy birthday!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: Bradley watches Jean sleep

Dedicated to DevashreeVyas: Just because you share a birthday with Lt. BJ

PS: Pardon my errors please.

Enjoy!

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Wasn't Jean taking the whole matter a little too seriously, Bradley asked himself as he took a shower that evening. It was already past eight p.m. and he'd just finished working out but there was still no sign of Jean. What worried Bradley even more was the fact that Jean had barely touched his lunch that afternoon. Surely the man must be hungry. Bradley had begun to feel hunger pangs about two hours after Jean had gone up to his room so he'd gone back to finish his food. He couldn't believe Jean was so mad at him he didn't even want to come down to eat. Well, if the mountain wasn't going to come to Muhammad, then Muhammad must go to the mountain, right?

After his shower, Bradley headed for the kitchen to prepare something to take up to Jean. He prepared a club sandwich and added a glass of juice and a mug of delicious hot chocolate, complete with baileys cream and marshmallow topping. Bradley couldn't suppress his grin as he grated some chocolate onto the marshmallows. He knew that Jean had a sweet tooth so would love the rich and creamy decadent hot chocolate.

When Bradley entered Jean's room, it was dark and quiet. He balanced the tray on one hand and flicked on the switch, flooding the room with brightness. He thought Jean wasn't in the room till he looked up and saw him fast asleep up in his loft. Bradley climbed the stairs to where the handsome doctor slept peacefully in his bed with an opened laptop beside him. He placed the tray on the tufted ottoman at the foot of the bed and went to close the laptop. Then he sat on the bed and gently shook Jean awake.

"What?" Jean asked groggily as he squinted at the glare of the light.

"It's late." Bradley said softly. "I brought you something to eat."

Jean stretched and squinted up at Bradley. "What's the time?"

"Almost nine p.m. according to your bedside clock." Bradley responded, getting up to go for the tray. "You'll probably have slept till morning if I hadn't come to wake you up." He drawled and then chuckled at Jean's answering groan.

Jean's groaned turned into a gasp when his eyes landed on the tray with its goodies. His stomach chose that moment to rumble, announcing just how famished its owner was. Jean couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the hot chocolate. It looked so yummy.

"What's this? An attempt to make me forget what you did?" Jean muttered as he sat up.

"Will it work?" Bradley grinned.

"No." With his disheveled hair and the adorable scowl on his face, Jean could have easily passed for a kid.

Before Bradley knew what he was doing, his hand moved up to comb Jean's hair off his forehead. He couldn't stifle the smile that widened his mouth when Jean actually blushed.

"He blushes." Bradley murmured, amused.

"Fuck you." Jean growled as he moved back to lean against the headboard. "This had better be good."

And it was. The smile on Jean's face said it all.

"Good?" Bradley smirked.

Jean gave a thumbs up as he placed the empty mug on the tray. "Holy shit, what did you put in this cream?" He licked the last bit of the cream.