Two months ago I was driving home, right as dusk was falling. A little black roe deer ran out onto the road in front of me. This painting shows what I wish would have happened: a screeching of brakes, a frightening moment for both of us, but ultimately safe passage.
But in reality I didn't even see her coming. Instead there was a huge crash, two ears over the edge of my hood. It took me a second before I realise what had happened and hit the brakes.
I found her quite a ways back, lying on the roadside. Dead. She looked perfect, spare the blood coming from her nose, and the fact the impact had landed her entrails several yards ahead. That same night she was collected by wildlife services. The next morning you'd never have known she was there, only the scratches on the tarmac still bear witness to what happened.
I'm lucky to have gotten out unscathed, Blue sheep was miraculously undamaged too. But I felt godawful about it and still do. I drive even slower these days. Black roe deer are a rarity, they only occur in a small part of the Netherlands. It always makes me happy to see them out and about. To have taken the life of one weighs heavily on my heart. This painting is a small part of me trying to do right by her and remember her. A little roe deer keychain now hangs off Blue sheep's keys too, to always remind me when I go out for a drive.
Мои любимые животные это коты, кролики, собаки, капибары и 🐑 ^^
Кстати первый фильтр называется Istambul, мне он очень нравится, потому что он такой бирюзовый and stuff, и когда я его выбираю у меня в голове играет "Istambul not Konstantinopol Istambul not Konstantinopol—"
2.5k Hangster smut - this is a potential follow on from PART ONE, however in some universes they might never cross paths in this particular night club. (Original tumblr post).
BLUE SHEEP
Bradley spies him across the bar and licks his lips, the guy’s ass is being hugged by what must be some of the tightest jeans in existence. He wonders how hard they’d be to take off. Wants to find out. At least shoot his shot so he heads over, hopes he at least looks confident, smooths a hand over the beard he's been growing this period of leave just for the novelty of not being clean shaven.
“Can I get that for you?” Bradley asks, leaning against the bar and nodding at the bottle the guy has just picked up. He’s got green eyes, dark blonde hair that’s been carefully styled to look messy. Bradley definitely wants to mess it up more.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Bradley grins, passes over his card and orders himself a coke. He has plans and doesn’t want or need alcohol to get in the way. He glances back to his friend and notes his eyes are travelling over Bradley, and he knows he’s being checked out in turn. Yeah, they’re on the same page. He quirks an eyebrow as he takes a drink of his drink, wonders if they’re even going to bother with the pretense of dancing or talking when it’s likely they’re both here for exactly the same thing.
“Can I get you anything else?” Bradley asks, and his smile is slow and he makes no effort to hide the way his eyes travel up the other man’s body. He doesn’t miss the way he adjusts his hips a little, jutting one out a little further towards him and his lip curls in amusement.
“To drink?” the guy asks, and Bradley shrugs, had meant every drop of innuendo in his offer. “What’s on offer?”
“Anything you want…” Bradley offers
The other man freezes for all of a second, would have been a blink and you miss it if Bradley hadn’t been studying him so intently, there’s almost a challenge in his eyes. Fuck, this is definitely a proposition that is going his way. He hasn’t done casual sex in years, has always had to be incredibly careful. Plus his last boyfriend broke up with him before he left for his last deployment and it’s been a long dry spell.
“Anything?”
“Yeah,” Bradley says, confident enough that he can deliver.
“Hmm. Sounds promising. You have a place?”
What Bradley has is a room in a three-star Motel 6, says as much and the guy seems unphased, tells him he’s spent time in worse places and Bradley agrees it’s a step above the club bathroom and it gets him a laugh. He’s fucking gorgeous, dimples in his cheeks, long column of his throat and Bradley gives in to what he wants, leans forward and sucks a messy kiss just over his pulse point in his neck; feels the guy jerk toward him and he pulls back.
“You wanna get out of here?”
“Yeah. Lead the way.”
“Just, I have to check, you’re sober right?”
“One hundred percent… this was my first drink. And my last apparently.” His eyes are intense and Bradley can feel his heart rate picking up.
“Good. That’s good…” The grin he gets then is filthy and he lets out a bark of laughter, fingers circling his wrist to urge him to follow. “What’s your name?” Bradley asks, not because he cares but he feels it’s only polite.
“Jake. You?”
“Bradley.”
“Ha.”
“What?” Bradley asks, although he’s a little distracted because Jake’s hand has found its way to his back pocket of his jeans and is grabbing his ass and he walks a little faster.
“Nothing. Just… not the first time I’ve heard that name recently. Coincidence.”
“It’s a pretty common name,” Bradley agrees, although he doesn’t think it’s that common.
A couple more blocks of walking he’s pressing the key in the lock of his motel room door, a little distracted because Jake is pressing his chest against his back and letting his hips undulate.
“Fuck, yeah… just hold on.”
“You have five seconds…
He manages to get the key in and turn, pushing the door open and pulls Jake in, shuts the door and presses Jake’s back against it, slides a knee between Jake’s and lets his hands run up his thighs, can feel the muscles and knows the fabric is that weird stretchy-hybrid made to look like denim but which will, in fact, be conveniently easy to peel off… He runs his hand over Jake’s cock, gets a little thrill that he can already feel it plumping up before he lets both hands rest on Jake’s hips. Jake’s own hands have been skating over Bradley’s arms and shoulders, all covered by the leather of his jacket and he realizes he should probably take it off. Mav gave it to him when he graduated USNA so it’s one of his more treasured items. He shrugs out of it, carefully places it in a hangar, all while Jake watches with a little amusement and he shrugs, mumbles about it being a gift.
He feels fingers in his hair, curling and guiding his head and then they’re kissing, Jake’s body arching away from the door to press toward him and he leans into it, pulls Jake’s hips tighter and swallows their combined moans. It feels like they kiss forever, his lips become swollen and sensitive, his hands moving over Jake’s body, trying to touch everywhere the same way his tongue is trying to learn Jake’s mouth.
He finds a tiny patch of stubble Jake missed when he shaved, his hands ghost under his shirt, brushes over a nipple that pebbles into hardness under a flick of his thumb and he wants to get his mouth on it. Jake’s hands move over his shoulders, fingertips raking down his back before gripping his hips and pulling him closer into a grind before they move back up, skirting under his t-shirt. Bradley focuses for a few moments on undoing the fucking buttons on Jake’s shirt, pulling at the knot in the fabric, patience wearing thin.
His lips have moved across Jake’s face, teeth nipping at his throat and then Jake’s hands are helping, stripping the shirt off and tossing it in the same general direction as Bradley’s jacket, although it lands on the floor. There’s a fucking tank underneath but before he can swear about it Jake’s stripping it off as well and yeah… Bradley lowers his head to a tan nipple, gives it a broad swipe with his tongue before circling it a couple of times with the tip of his tongue before grazing across it with his cheek, knows his facial hair isn’t short enough to hurt, but will still hopefully elicit a positive response. Jake’s gasping moan is gratifying and he moves back up, trailing kisses and scraping his teeth across his collar bone before sucking gently at the juncture in his neck.
“Bradley… fuck…”
He captures Jake’s lips with his own again, moving his hand to stroke Jake through his ridiculous pants, which he has to be thankful for right now because they hide absolutely fucking nothing and Jake is scrabbling to push them down and Bradley just murmurs I got you under his breath, slips both his hands down the waist band and cups Jake’s ass cheeks in his hands, grinds them together as he feels Jake pant warm breath against his neck before he’s sucking and biting as well.
He grunts, hooks his thumbs and pulls, knows it can’t be comfortable because the fabric is tighter across the front now, not that Jake can probably tell with how hard he’s riding Bradley’s thigh. Then he’s rolling the pants down, bunching them under the crease of Jake’s ass, can feel Jake squirming to roll his pants down and Bradley is suddenly appreciative of the easy access fly on his jeans. He slides his hands around, moves back slightly to make room and pulls both underwear and pants down so they’re around Jake’s well muscled thighs; flushed cock straining upwards and he had absolutely zero regrets about deciding to go with this decision tonight.
He circles his fingers around Jake’s cock, firm but not too tight. He doesn’t know what Jake likes and this is why he doesn’t usually do casual. Jake isn’t complaining though and Bradley watches Jake’s cock move in his fist a couple of times while also watching Jake’s hands lower his zipper and then Jake’s hand is pressing against his erection and Bradley groans, pushing against Jake’s hand and shifting so his own jeans and underwear are now halfway down his thighs. Jake shifts then, and he’s not sure how, but their cocks seem almost perfectly aligned, Jake’s hand circling them both and Bradley lets him, squeezing his own hand over Jake’s.
Fuck.
They move that way for a while, one hand on their cocks, hips grinding a little, their free hands scraping across exposed nipples and Bradley is still wearing his t-shirt but he doesn’t care, because Jake isn’t letting that stop him from biting at the fabric covered skin.
“Can I blow you?” Bradley asks, whispering the words after licking up Jake’s neck, stopping and nibbling and sucking and it’s all slick heat between them. Jake’s entire body surges toward him.
“Fuck yes… please…”
He kisses his way down Jake’s chest, paying attention to each nipple again before moving lower, enjoys the feel of Jake’s ribs moving as they suck in fast breaths under his fingers and he grasps Jake’s ass again, runs his nose up along the length of Jake’s erection, watches Jake as he throws his head back to only hit the door with a thunk. He runs his hands down Jake’s legs then and… he’s still wearing his fucking shoes. He groans, grips Jake’s ankles and then runs his hands back up, hopes Jake is aware of just how much Bradley is turned on, how much he likes feeling the firm muscle beneath his fingers.
He rolls the condom down with practiced fingers, then lets his lips and tongue explore butterfly soft on Jake’s cock, passing time while his hands continue exploring and he lets himself press firm licks and then, lips wet, he sucks the head of Jake’s cock into his mouth, cheeks hollowing and moves his hands to grip Jake’s hips and ass, fingers spreading wide to hold him still while he gets a feel, Jake’s cock dragging across his tongue, moving his head back and forward, lips and tongue moving in unison to provide as much pleasure as he knows how.
Jake’s hands flutter, seemingly undecided on where they should stay. One settles on one of his own hands, pressing it harder into Jake’s hip and he can feel the tiny prick of nails digging into skin. The other hand combs through his hair, scraping over his scalp which makes his skin prickle, move to dig into his shoulder before running through his own hair.
The noises they’re making sound loud in the otherwise silent room, Jake muttering under his breath and Bradley hears his name enough, it makes him suck a little harder each time, move a little faster. He lets his hand not covered by Jake’s drop to his own cock and he just grips, focusing on Jake’s pleasure for now. He can feel the small aborted flexes of his hips beneath his hand, against his tongue and he lets his hand holding Jake still relax a little, urges him into a little motion; feels smug at the gasping shudders and he shifts his knees, raises his head and so he’s just got the head in his mouth. Wraps his hand around the base of Jake’s cock and jerks hard and fast, continuing the sucking, head bobbing in sync with his hand; ignores Jake’s scrambling fingers trying to warn him because he’s not new to this, he can tell Jake’s close and he isn’t taken by surprise when he feels Jake's body jerk as he comes.
Jake’s fingers grip his t-shirt and he lets Jake drag him upwards, then he’s being thoroughly kissed, glad Jake doesn’t have any hesitation about kissing him when his mouth still tastes of latex. It clearly isn’t a turn off at all and it suddenly feels like Jake has grown an additional pair of hands, they’re moving over Bradley’s body like he can’t get enough of him. One hand seems to stay on his cock, he’s not sure if Jake is trying to keep it in time with the beat of some music only he can hear, but that’s what it feels like. Jake’s teeth scrape down his neck and Bradley groans, hips jerking and he lets his hands hold onto Jake’s ass, think about what it might feel like if they ever did this properly.
“Fuck Jake…”
He moves a hand to cradle the back of Jake’s head, kisses forcefully, rougher than before, more teeth and biting and his cock is starting to ache with the need to come and he knows the space between them isn’t giving Jake any room to move his hand, not really, but he knows what he wants; braces an arm on the door, wraps his hand around Jake’s hand on his cock and jerks off, hard and fast while his lips, teeth and beard absolutely wreck Jake’s skin. When he comes it spurts between them and he can barely breathe with watching, feels a little hysterical as it runs down Jake’s chest and he resists the urge to run his hands through it, rub it all over him.
He sucks in a few lungfuls of air in between some softer kisses, tries to force his heart rate to slow and ensure he’s steady on his feet before he steps back. He pulls his t-shirt over his head uses it to wipe Jake’s chest. He doesn’t miss the look Jake gives the ink on his upper arms and chest; now that they’ve gotten off Bradley has no idea what to say. He picks up Jake’s clothes and passes them to him and watches as he dresses. The skin on Jake’s face and neck is red-raw and Bradley would feel bad if he hadn’t just had Jake gasping against him. Beard burn is a thing he can’t avoid giving his partners, even when he does shave, however there are probably a few bite marks which he maybe should have avoided, because he hadn’t really meant to leave those. Not that Jake was complaining.
“I’ll, um, see you around maybe…” Jake says, waving a hand back in the direction they had come and Bradley nods, leans forward for a final kiss and lets him walk out of his life.
