Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 20: When suppressed desires explode...tying loose ends!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: A happy Bradley

Video: Chasing The Sky ft. Terrence Howard, Jussie Smollett & Yazz

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Two men sat in bed, both looking pensive. One was lost in thought, dreading what he was about to do...open an envelope. The other was worried about the other.

Jean Broody had planned everything. To celebrate how well their visit had gone, he'd plan on working Bradley's body...rocking it with pleasure to serve as a sweet climax to a beautiful day. They'd both had a very exciting day. They'd had no idea how it was going to go when they entered Bradley's childhood home which held a lot of bad memories. Their excitement at the outcome had therefore been great. But the Bradley he'd left Yolanda Jackson's home with, was nothing like the excited man he'd left with Yolanda, after helping to create that beautiful musical harmony. Jean had silently wondered what the problem was as they drove to their hotel. He wondered what had been said between mother and son after he'd left them to wait for Bradley outside, to have made Bradley so...glum. He'd decided to wait until they got to the hotel to ask. But as they waited silently for the first traffic light they got to, to turn green, Bradley had pulled a letter out of his pocket and shoved it at him.

"Who is it from?" Jean had asked quietly, staring at the name on the envelope.

"My father apparently wrote it to me before he died." Bradley had said quietly. "Gave it to my mum to give it to me if she ever saw me again."

"Fuck!" Jean had sworn under his breath just as the light turned green.

He'd held on to the letter until they'd entered their room. Then he'd placed it on the bedside table, stripped Bradley, and then pulled him into the bathroom for a long shower, together. Immediately after stepping out of the shower, Jean had told Bradley that he needed to go downstairs to take care of some calls, which even to his own ears, sounded like bullshit. He'd only wanted to give Bradley some privacy to read whatever his father had written to him. But Bradley had quietly told him to stay. Still naked from their shower, Jean had gotten into the bed first, sat with his back against the headboard and his legs spread, and then beckoned Bradley to come and sit between his legs. Bradley had done exactly that, resting his back against Jean's front with a tired sign. Jean had wrapped his arms around a somewhat tensed Bradley and just sat there with him until he'd felt him relax.

"You need to sleep." Jean said softly, dropping a kiss on Bradley's shoulder. Bradley hadn't slept at all the night before, on the yacht.

"I know." Came Bradley's quiet voice. Please give me the letter." He breathed.

Jean reached out and picked up the letter. He hesitated for a moment before giving it to Bradley. "I swear if that man..." Jean began in a growl but Bradley didn't let him finish.

"You can't do anything, Jean." Bradley said quietly, cutting Jean off. "He's already dead."

"Don't think I can't exhume that body." Jean muttered, scattering kisses along the back of Bradley's neck.

Bradley chuckled. "And what are you going to do with those old bones?"

"Burn it." Jean growled, making Bradley laugh softly.

"What are you now? A Winchester?" Bradley snorted.

"What's a Winchester?"

"Who... Sam and Dean Winchester. They're...never mind." Bradley signed. "It's not like the reverend is going to feel that burn all the way in...wonder where he is now."