have a small excerpt from a sereshaw wip because i'm emo about them ❤️
“All you ever have to do is ask, darlin’,” Jake smirks, letting out a soft laugh when he feels Bradley’s posture shift to something uncomfortably rigid. “Hey. Relax.”
“M’not doin’ this if you’re gonna be an asshole about it.”
Jake drags his fingers over the bumps of Bradley’s spine; presses them into the tightness between his shoulders and all the way down to the curve just above his ass. He flattens his palm over the small of Bradley’s back as he pulls the older man closer, taking slow steps backwards toward his bedroom.
Bradley, thankfully, steps with him.
“How long’s it been?” Jake asks, brushing a chaste kiss against Bradley’s lips. “Need me to take it slow?”
(He asks like he doesn’t know Bradley only ever does this with him. Bradley won’t ever admit it, but Jake doesn’t need him to. He knows.)
“A while,” Bradley answers, sighing softly when Jake’s hands curl under the bottom of his shirt to tug it up and off. “But no. Don’t want it slow. Fuck me like you fly, Hangman.”
(He says it like it’s a challenge - like he’s trying to goad Jake into it, but they both know this isn’t that. Hasn’t been that in a long time.
If Bradley ever asked, Jake would let Bradley make an honest man out of him in a heartbeat.
But Bradley doesn’t ask. So Jake doesn’t bother trying to be honest.)