warmth!
Jake was never a cuddler but Bradley Bradshaw is a furnace and Jake usually has to stay at the other end of their bed so he doesn’t melt away during the hot summer nights back in San Diego.
It’s quite a convenient feature to have when they get into a blizzard on vacation, though, and the heat in their cabin goes out in the middle of the night.
"Now you want to be the little spoon?" Bradley asks, amusement ringing through in his voice even though he’s already eagerly pulling Jake against his bare chest.
"Shut up. It’s not my fault you run at 500 degrees, Bradshaw." He pushes further into Bradley’s hold and lets out a relieved breath. His body breaks out into a shiver when the heat of the embrace hits him fully.
Bradley tucks Jake in even further; presses a kiss to the back of his neck. "Always knew I was hot," he says against Jake’s skin and Jake huffs out a laugh.
"If this is the moment of realization for you, I’ve done something wrong until now."
"Hmhm, first thing I ever heard. You should do something about that…"
Jake rolls his eyes and catches Bradley’s traveling hand against his stomach, squeezing it into place. He yawns, ready to go back to sleep instead of picking Bradley up on his offer of a midnight tumble. "I’ll start with that right tomorrow. Now, back to sleep."
Another kiss brushes against his shoulder and Jake notes happily that the shudders wracking his body have finally died down. He pushes back into Bradley‘s touch and silently congratulates himself on his taste in men.
Furnace hot and physically hot. He truly won the lottery. 🔥
