Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 14: When suppressed desires explode...let's play!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

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Video: Straight From The Heart by Bryan Adams 

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Bradley shrugged out of his blazer and headed for the kitchen when they got home. He washed his hands, grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, and started to drink one.

"Hey..." Jean reflexively caught the bottle of water Bradley tossed his way as he entered the kitchen. "Who said what I need right now is water?" He murmured as he left the unopened bottle on the Kitchen Island and went to stand in front of Bradley. "It's been a long day. I need one of those hugs that turn into sex." He murmured sexily as he leaned in to drop kisses along Bradley's neck.

"Water is life." Bradley moaned as his now empty bottle slipped from his fingers to the floor.

"Still not my priority at this time." Jean murmured against Bradley's neck. "So this is how it's going to go." He licked at the pulse he found on Bradley's neck. "We're going to..."

"Jean, I think we both need to get some sleep." Bradley moaned, loving the feel of Jean's tongue on his neck. "Especially, you."

"What happened to the marathon I was promised?" Jean husked as he scattered kisses along Bradley's neck.

"Fuck..." Bradley moaned, feeling himself get hard. "Can't I change my mind?" He cursed his traitorous cock silently. Couldn't that thing tell when it wasn't supposed to get hard?

"Not after all those promises." Jean chuckled. "You promised before we left home and again before we came back. My cock will not accept...hey..." He trailed off when Bradley dropped to his knees before him and began to attack his zipper.

"How about I suck you off, give you the needed relief to enable you sleep better?" Bradley muttered as he pulled out Jean's stiff member.

"Oh fuck..." Jean moaned when he felt Bradley's cold mouth close around his leaking head. Despite the coolness, that mouth still felt so good Jean thrust deep. Bradley gagged. "Bradley?" Jean gasped, immediately withdrawing from Bradley's mouth. "Come here." He muttered as he drew Bradley to his feet.

"Why?" Bradley panted, his eyes watery from gagging on Jean. "Don't you like it?"

"What's wrong?" Jean asked softly, looking intently into Bradley's eyes.

"What makes you think something is wrong?"

"You just gagged on my cock." Jean pointed out quietly. "That's never happened before no matter how deep I go. You're not yourself. Tell me what's wrong, Brad."

"There's nothing wrong." Bradley murmured, his eyes falling to Jean's chest. "I just..." He shook his head.

"What did my mother say to you?" Jean persisted.

Bradley's lifted his eyes to look into Jean's. "Whatever your mother said to me has given me some hope and joy within that I've never felt in my entire life. So leave your mother out of this." He rasped. "I meant it when I said I love her."

Jean saw the sheer emotion in Bradley's eyes and knew the soldier couldn't be more serious. It was obvious that something was bothering Bradley but it was also noticeable that he wasn't ready to talk about whatever it was. Jean nodded his understanding and reached for Bradley's hand.

"Come with me."

Jean led Bradley out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his room. In his room, he reached for one of the keys hanging on the hook by this door and then headed for the playroom, still holding firmly onto Bradley's hand.