A very very late WIP Wednesday
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Outside of the bar, Bradley has the space to appraise how Jake looks better than ever. He's tan from the California sun, muscles of his forearm on display as he folds them across his chest. Leaning back against the wall of the Hard Deck, Jake pops a stick of gum into his mouth.
The chomping should be irritating but all Bradley feels is fond.
"You get in okay?"
"Please," the corners of Jake's mouth turn up into familiar mischief. "Don't pretend you care for small talk."
"Small talk is good," Bradley shrugs. "You gotta ease back into it. Can't just go straight for someone's throat when you meet them. What'd you come out for, tonight?"
"Tonight?" Jake smirks. "To ruin your life, probably."
"May I be so lucky."
He eats his own words and confesses into Jake's mouth a second later. Small talk dissipates between the feeling of Jake's fingers spread wide over Bradley's chest and the flutter in his stomach at the barely-there sigh as Jake kisses him back.
Like he's missed him. Like he's been craving a hit the way a smoker needs a drag.
"I dropped my stuff off," Jake says with a hand trailing down Bradley's stomach; it's hot still in California, yet goosebumps follow in the wake of Jake's touch. "Kinda bare and boring at my place. And I gotta share."
"You asking to come to mine?"
"Hinting at it," Jake leans his head back against the wall of the bar. "Hinting at it really hard, so it'll get through your thick skull."
"It's gotten through," Bradley replies and pulls him to the Bronco.
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