Finn’s stomach swooped. Before he could say anything else, he caught Maz’s eyes, “As much as I’d love to keep chatting, I think I need to go do some schmoozing with some folks.”
“If by folks, you mean the wealthy elite of Virginia who love to spend money on progressive candidates, then by all means. But, I will be sending you a cal invite for dinner and I expect you to accept it.”
(modern political au where finn is working on senator organa's reelection campaign, poe is her chief of staff, and everything goes to hell and back)
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"So...you wanna have sex?" - hangster (starryinspace)
bradley flinches. “what the fuck did you say to me?”
"sex, bradshaw,” jake drawls. “sometimes, it can help relieve the tension.”
“can it make you less of an asshole?” bradley shoots back.
jake smirks, leaning back against the wall. he gives bradley an appraising look, up and down, dragging his eyes over bradley’s flushed cheeks and tense muscles. it was a joking offer, but if jake’s honest, he wouldn’t mind a follow through. and if he’s one thing, it’s always honest.
“why?” he asks, teasing. “wanna fuck the brat out of me?”
jake flips the toothpick in his mouth, playing with the end with his tongue. bradley tracks the movement. he’s breathing heavily, has been since he chased jake out of the briefing room and into this secluded hallway.
he moves suddenly, like a caged animal. like a predator who’s spotted a weakness and decided to pounce. bradley slams his hand into the wall next to jake’s head, stepping into him until their noses almost brush. jake, valiantly, doesn’t flinch.
“see,” bradley whispers gruffly against jake’s cheek, “i don’t think any amount of fucking can fix you.”
“but you wanna try,” jake goads. he feels bradley’s breath across his cheek. he desperately wants to tip his face up a few centimeters so their lips meet. but as much as he likes to tease bradley about never making a decision, jake’s just as frozen in amber when it comes to the two of them.
“nah,” bradley says, but his words hold no weight. he cups jake through his flight suit and jake bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning. “but you want to."
jake can't even deny it. not when he's hard just from the heat of bradley's body, the pressure of his hand, the smell of sweat and cologne and adrenaline that lingers between them.
he lets bradley shove a leg between his thighs. jake grinds down immediately, desperate for friction.
“is this why you're such a fucking asshole?" bradley growls. he bites harshly at the cord of jake's neck, harsh enough to leave a mark. a strangled moan escapes jake's throat. "trying to get my attention? wanna fuck me so badly it makes you act like a kid pulling my pigtails?"
bradley grabs jake's hips and drags him slowly up and down his thigh. the thick muscle is enough pressure on jake's hard dick to have him keening. still, even like this, with his body and his orgasm at bradley's mercy, jake won't let him win.
"not everything's about you," jake pants out. "maybe i'm an asshole because," he breathes out a moan as bradley's mustache brushes along his collarbone before continuing. "because you deserve it."
bradley pulls back. his eyes are dark and his face is twisted into a sneer. he looks mean. it makes desire flood through jake. he ruts agains bradley's thigh, unable to stop even if he wanted to.
bradley takes one hand off jake's hips and brings it up to his chest. he finds jake's nipple through the fabric and twists it. the pain shoots through jake, making his cock jump.
jake's mouth hangs open in a silent moan. his eyes roll to the back of his head as he grinds down on bradley's thigh. bradley's fingers dance over the head of jake's cock and that pushes him over the edge. he moans loudly, and bradley stuffs two fingers in his mouth to shut him up. jake sucks on them as come soaks through his flight suit. he glances down and sees the front growing dark, getting come on bradley's hand. the sight sends a fresh wave of arousal through jake and rides his orgasm out.
when his body goes limp against the wall and his pants become uncomfortable, bradley pulls his fingers out of his mouth.
"that's the best you got?" jake can't help but push, even coming down off the high of one of the best orgasms he's had in a while. with the right push, bradley might lead him back to the barracks and pound him into a mattress.
“see? still a brat,” bradley practically spits. he pushes off the wall. jake feels cold without bradley’s body over his.
“inconclusive evidence,” jake argues. he still hasn’t caught his breath and he sounds less convicted and more desperate. “you didn’t actually fuck me. a half-assed hand job doesn’t count.”
bradley scoffs, pulling out a handkerchief from god knows where to wipe his hand off. he notably doesn't offer it to jake.
“you’re insufferable, hangman.”
bradley stalks off, tensions evident in the high set of his shoulders. jake’s head hits the wall with a thud. he catches his breath and tries very hard not to think about bradley’s sure grip, his hot breath, the feel of him over jake.
pls do ethan hunt for the omg its blobro bleebus PLSSSSSSS (starryinspace)
HIIII BESTIE LIV THANK U FOR THE ASK I HAD SOOOO MUCH FUN DOING HIM <3<3<3
it’s himb… the mission impossibler…
(the two squares with dots in them are like. technically correct but he doesn’t Like violence Or murdering people so. they don’t really get to be a full square)
