#ozark au

[hangmanbradshaw]

Ozark AU Bradley and Jake are watching the Packers/Bears game right now. Jake even let Bradley shove him into one of his Bears jerseys, pretending to be annoyed by it but smiling every time Bradley yells at the TV when they score

[hangmanbradshaw]

Bradley started to walk away, but Jake stopped him with a hand to his hip. He placed his fingers along Bradley’s jaw, forcing his gaze toward him.

And then he kissed him.

Bradley pushed past the surprise quickly and tugged him in closer. Jake felt good under his roaming hands, skin hot and sweaty with the crowded club on a summer night, with the taste of tequila and lime on his tongue.

Jake angled his head and licked into his mouth, looping his arms around Bradley’s neck as he ground against him to the music. The thumping beat reverberated in his chest, but he could hardly hear it past the pounding rush of blood in his body. He was vaguely aware of other people around them, bumping into them as they danced or moved past, unbothered by the PDA under the cover of strobing lights.

If he hadn’t been tipsy, he was sure fucking drunk on it all now.

Jake pulled away and leaned in, his breath hot against Bradley’s ear. “Reckon he gives a damn now.”

Bradley wasn’t sure he cared all that much at the moment. The fleeting give a fuck was somewhere, lost and not worth being found, when Jake was standing in front of him with flushed cheeks, twinkling green eyes, and fluffy, relaxed hair. “Come on,” Bradley said, dropping his hand to tangle their fingers together. “I’m gonna get you another drink.”

With a grin, Jake let Bradley lead him through the dance floor. The bar was packed with people waiting for attention, jostling and unintentionally elbowing each other; Bradley guided Jake to the front and crowded up behind him. It didn’t take long to get the bartender’s focus- a fact Bradley wore with pride. He’d seen Jake eyeing a tropical, purple drink in a few other hands, so he leaned in, pressing close and tight to Jake’s back so he could yell at the man behind the counter. “Two of those.” He nodded at the girls to the right.

“Thought you weren’t a cocktail guy,” Jake said toward his cheek, loud enough to be heard over the music.

Bradley shrugged. “Looks good, right?”

The bartender returned with two purple-pink cocktails, and Bradley slid a 50 across the bar. “Keep the change.”

The guy raised his brows and nodded in thanks, moving on to help the next customer. Jake gave him a look, the showoff more than clear without words. Bradley smirked.

They ducked and weaved their way to the edge of the dance floor, where Jake draped an arm over his shoulder and swayed along to a Britney Spears song. The drink was good, he had to admit. Tangy and sweet. Bradley stared at Jake’s mouth wrapped around the plastic and wondered if it would taste as good off his lips.

“Ya look good like this, ya know?” Jake said, the alcohol slurring his words just slightly. Making them louder. Lighter. Brighter.

“Drunk as a skunk?” Bradley teased.

“Lettin’ your hair down.” His pupils were blown and glassy as they tracked over him, his smile melting. It made Bradley’s alcohol-fueled body heat.

“It’s fun. Don’t remember the last time I went out like this.”