#hangster (hints)

[torchflies]

RIP Jake “Hangman” Seresin’s Spleen, he will be missed.

[fluffypotatey]

tidbit Thursday

i am tired and sleepy (how many times have i mentioned that? we should make it a drinking game lmao) but i wanna share some of my wip for ch6 of my hangster hanahaki au bc it is killing me inside

What was strange though was that the moment he was asked to sit, Admiral Kazansky went straight into the comparison. Or, at least, Hangman believed it to be a comparison. All the admiral had done so far was talk about the infamous Maverick with a wistful tone (which was further confusing since the admiral seemed to be calling Maverick a conceited dick). “He had his head up in the clouds and it was like he was made for the sky, and he knew it, too. It was the only reason the Navy still kept his ass because grounding him would do them more harm than good in the long run.” He chuckled. “Still does.” “Sir.” Jake bit his lip, unsure how to ask what does this have to do with me without sounding like an asshole

is it close to being done? no and i brood about it every time i remember. do i have a better idea on how to plot it? yes but that means i’ll prob cut a lot of scenes for the sake of the chapter (rip)

[hangmanbrainrot]

am i ever going to be normal about the knowledge that jake got his callsign from bradley?

[vex-glitch]

it’s here !!! the first chapter of my post-tgm fic !!

this chapter is almost entirely prologue lmao, but i’m very excited to see where this goes !!

anyways i hope you enjoy ^^

summary: After they land on the deck of the carrier, Maverick is a little lost. Whatever animosity was between him and Rooster had left in the high stress of their escape, and while it hadn’t returned, there was definitely something there, some awkward tension that Maverick was afraid to touch for fear that the hatred would return. He wants his son back though.

or: Maverick and Rooster have to figure out how to mend their relationship. Ice and a trip to Japan help.

OR or: my shameless excuse to write about japan and gay pilots

[milobyelo]

Jake Seresin does not forget. He might forgive someone if they were really that important to him, but he never does actually forget. He remembers every single insult anyone has ever had the gall to say to his face, all the back handed compliments he ever received, or any shit he’s ever gotten from other pilots. Even stuff from his past he carries along with him through life, like a chain, that as much as it doesn’t hold him back and he’s come to live with, is still ever present.

The first time someone whose opinion he cared about had hurt him was his English teacher freshman year. His dad left their family just that summer after only ever being hardly present, never financially responsible, and a burden to his mother. As much as his father was hardly around, he could lie to himself and say if he did better he might stick around this time. But now that he was gone for good there was no one left to try for. So when Mr. Rowan would pat his shoulder after class, and gave him high fives for his participation, Jake might have preened just a little too much at the attention. Mr. Rowan just filled a father shaped hole in his life and it made him dependent, made him an idiot.

They were talking about the Greek myths topic in the textbook during his lunch when it happened.

He had been confused on why Icarus was talked about with so much fake wisdom and empathy because at the end of the day he had free will, they all do, it was his fault he got greedy.

And Mr. Rowan just gave him this look, he thinks it was meant to be empathetic but really just made him feel uncomfortable, like he was under a hot flash of attention that was suddenly being thrust upon him.

And he looked at Jake and said, “You remind me of Icarus Jake, which is why I’m sure you can’t understand him. You fly so high, and I’m proud of you for it really, but you do it with such tunnel vision that you don’t even realize you’re burning up. Everyone’s wings are made of wax, even yours. That’s why people care so much about Icarus, they understand him.”

He didn’t really understand where he was coming from at the time because he felt he was nothing like Icarus. He could never be so stupid, so greedy, that he’d die over his own pride and desire.

Now at age 30, 16 years after he’d been sat in Mr. Rowan’s classroom, he thinks he might understand where he was coming from just a little bit.

But regardless it had hurt him at the time. He felt as though his fill in father thought him incapable and inadequate. That of all the myths full of heroes and gods with great accomplishments he assigned him the selfish, greedy, stupid mortal who died for nothing. Someone only remembered for their flaws.

Jake watches the squadron from across the bar. Phoenix has her arm thrown over Bob’s shoulder (who is crouching just ever so slightly as to not inconvenience her) as the two multitask between watching Fanboy and Payback play a shitty game of pool, and have a heated debate with Coyote over god knows what (but even from this far he can see all the signs of his best friend holding back his laughter at some extravagant show of hands by Phoenix). And even Bradley who is not actively in conversation with anyone is there and clearly showing a wide smile while listening to his friends.

And Jake is on a barstool, across the bar, watching from afar.

He fucked any chance of being friends because he wanted team leader so bad.

Javy is his friend, technically, he’s the closest person he knows outside his mom and sister but he’d never tell him that. And he’s never ruin their fun night of celebrating after the mission they were all chosen for. The one he wasn’t.

Because at the end of the day they aren’t his friends and he isn’t theirs. Not in any way to how they are with each other. He knows he’s a bother even when there was a time years ago when Rooster Phoenix and Coyote spent all their nights after training with him watching movies and laughing together. Because even when there was some type of relationship that he could have had with them, some string pulling him and Rooster together before it inevitably was snapped in half, he was only ever there because Coyote convinced them to let him join. Rooster was only ever pitying him. And Phoenix hardly even kept her distain for him at bay. Even when there was some part of Jake left in Hangman they still didn’t really want him around.

But It was fine because he thought if he couldn’t be successful on the ground he’d just prove himself in the sky. And he truly thought he had team leader locked in his hands. He was Icarus flying towards his bright goal with an outstretched arm, thinking it was just right out of reach when suddenly the world seemed to snatch it away and drop him from his safe place in the sky and into the reality of the grounded world.

Because for all he is a man with wings in the sky, on the ground his feathers are wet and burned, unable to support him as he drifts along watching as everyone else goes on with their lives like he never mattered at all.

[redfurrycat]

🦎🦾🛫🦿Incorrect Quotes/Drabbles Top Gun & Pacific Rim AU - Series🦿🛫🦾🦎

Coyote and Phoenix are talking in the dining hall of the Miramar Shatterdome. They exchange stories about their respective families, it's a very enjoyable conversation they're having until...

Coyote: Hold on, Phoe, my coyote senses are tingling through the phantom sensations of the drift. All of a sudden I feel extremely annoyed and horny at the same time.

Phoenix, teasing: Jav', I didn't know you were feeling that way about me. It's funny tough. 'Cause I was sure you were more into Too-Precious-For-This-World Bespectacled Cinnamon Roll.

Coyote, flushed and annoyed: I have no idea what you're talking about...

Phoenix: Sure you don't.

Coyote: ... but for real? I have absolutely NO REASON to feel annoyed and horny right now... Unless...

[Coyote looks all over the dining room until his eyes stop at two male figures talking wayyyyy too close to each other. Like their lips are almost touching.]

Coyote: *groans* I can't do this anymore! I can't deal with Jake's bullshit! As soon as he sees Bradley, he's as hungry for human flesh as a Kaiju!

Phoenix: RIGHT?! I tell you this in confidence, but if I have to wake up moaning Jake's name one more time. I will personally pluck Bradley's feathers!

[Phoenix and Coyote commiserate together and promise to see each other later with a bottle of alcohol from the black market they're going to happily drink to forget.]

[Meamwhile Jake and Bradley find the way to be even closer than before... They keep "talking" totally oblivious to the others' presence and to their feelings.]

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[alliseonline]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Top Gun (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Robert "Bob" Floyd & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Reuben "Payback" Fitch & Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado & Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell & Everyone, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky & Ron "Slider" Kerner & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Ron "Slider" Kerner & Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Reuben "Payback" Fitch, Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Bernie "Hondo" Coleman, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Ron "Slider" Kerner Additional Tags: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell is a Little Shit, Kid!Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, deaging, Protective Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Crack, Past Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell Needs A Hug, Protective Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Protective Ron "Slider" Kerner, The Dagger Squad, no beta we die like goose, Maverick and his gaggle of dagger ducklings, ducklings that are of course ready and willing to throw down for their old man Series: Part 1 of and it stains like blood Summary:

For the few weeks they’ve known him, it’s clear that Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell is a force of nature that does not tire and does not rest. That is the fact they have carved into their bones from the instant he started flying through the air as though the sky itself were his home, and made all the more true when he brought them back alive against all odds.

Maverick moves mountains. Maverick parts the sea. Maverick is the sun they turn their faces to when “don’t think, just do” races through their heads. It’s that simple.

It just is.

So it really is the weirdest thing when Hondo opens their classroom door with Cyclone and Warlock dogging his step and a kid that Bradley knows straight from his dad’s old photo album, walks in like life had handed them all the most interesting, unneeded batch of lemons they didn’t ask for.

The kid steps forward in overly large clothes with a familiar confidence and surety in his step that they’ve spent so long following.

He clears his throat. “This may be a lot to take in but it’s really me, I’m Maverick-- and no, don’t ask how this happened ‘cause I have no fucking idea.”

[broosterradley]

3 Is Better Than 2 - Two for the Price of One | Hangster x Reader

Warnings: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x Reader, swearing, pda, established relationship, poly relationship

WC: 1k

All Content is mine, do not post to other sites.

Bradley was perched on the stool at the bar, his eyes locked on you, and by default, on Jake. 

It wasn’t rare for the three of you to go out together, the judgy looks you’d sometimes receive not at all affecting any of you. Especially not Jake. 

Jake was a bit late, so you and Bradley had to wait for him outside, and he was already starting to feel a little handsy as he held your body against his on the deck. This was nowhere near your first time at the Hard Deck together, so the faithful patrons weren’t caught off guard when you all walked in together. It was kind of packed tonight with various soldiers, sailors and aviators, and it made it a bit hard to get around easily, but you managed to push your way through the crowd to order drinks.

After drinking at the bar together for a while, Jake led you towards the jukebox, and he put on some random song before his hands were all over you, and yours were all over him. 

And Bradley, who wasn’t really one for excessive PDA, had to watch. It usually worked that way, since Jake was all for PDA, and that allowed you to be able to indulge in it as well, but it still was a sight for Bradley to see. 

He wasn’t jealous of Jake, no not at all. You were with Bradley first for nearly two years before Jake joined in, so he knew he had nothing to be worried about. He just wished he was over the slight hint of annoyance he felt every time he saw the blond flaunt you in public. 

Natasha, who was sitting next to Bradley, got bored of the one sided conversation she was trying to have with him, and she huffed before nudging her friend’s side. “Hey, if you can’t keep your eyes off them, why don’t you go over and join them?”

Bradley shook his head, his voice low and rough as he sipped from his beer. “She’s having fun with him,” 

Nat rolled her eyes. “She could be having fun with the both of you if you weren’t so standoffish in public,” she grunted, standing up from the stool as she made eye contact with Fanboy from across the room. “You’re boring me, so I’m going to go play pool. You can come with, or you could go dance with your girl. Or, you know, sit by yourself all night.”

Bradley opened his mouth to reply but she was already halfway across the bar, and he just scoffed and looked back at you. 

Your back was turned to Jake, his hands squeezing your hips as he pressed his front up against you, and Bradley felt his body heat up as he barely paid any attention to the man and just focused on you. Your eyes were closed, your head tilted back and resting on Jake’s shoulder, and Bradley wanted to devour you. The way your body moved, the curve of your mouth, the crease in your brows and the roll of your hips had his jeans tightening a bit, and he quickly finished his beer and blindly set it down on the bar behind him. 

To people who didn’t know you, it looked like you were with Jake. And that was fine with Bradley, but he wanted them to know that you were also with him.

For once, he was going to listen to his friend’s advice. 

Bradley stood up and made his way across the bar, his eyes only on you. He could feel Jake’s gaze as he got closer and closer, but he didn’t even acknowledge him before he reached out. His hands settled on your hips above Jake’s, and you barely had your eyes open in surprise before he was leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. 

The way you instantly started to kiss him back made him moan against your mouth, and your hands left Jake’s as you reached up to tangle your hands in his hair. “Bradley,” you gasped against his lips, pulling away from him with wide eyes. “Are you okay?” You asked quietly, sensing the tension in his body as you gazed up at him. 

God, he fucking loved you. He knew you were asking that because he usually keeps to himself in public and lets Jake take the lead with you, and he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and carry you out of here because you were so sweet. “‘Course I’m okay,” he murmured, tightening his hold on you as Jake lifted his hand and pulled your hair off your shoulder, exposing your neck to Bradley’s dark eyes. “I’m with you.”

Jake smirked as he leaned down to kiss along your neck, knowing how protective and sometimes possessive Bradley is over you. He was getting better about it, knowing that you loved both of them equally, but he was still tense sometimes when he had to watch you with the other man. That just naturally came with having you all to himself before Jake got involved. 

“Okay,” you murmur, biting down on your lip as you tilt your head to the side to let Jake’s lips trail all over your skin. “Do you want to go somewhere?” You quietly offer, aware of his usual discomfort for PDA. 

Bradley shook his head. “No,” he muttered, meeting Jake’s eyes briefly when he pulled back from your neck. “I’m good right here.” 

He leaned in and kissed you again after that, his hands sliding up your sides as you deepened the kiss. Jake’s smirk grew as he watched the two of you, his own hands massaging your shoulders. 

You part your lips with a quiet moan as you pull Bradley closer while also pressing yourself against Jake. His tongue tangles with yours, a heated makeout quickly escalating as Jake leans down to kiss along your neck.

Another moan leaves your lips as you move your body gently between the two men, and Bradley was sure you could feel his cock straining through his jeans. He wanted you so badly, he would never get enough. 

Bradley pulled away, both yours and his lips wet and puffy. “Maybe we should go somewhere,” he grunted and you looked up at him with wide, excited eyes before glancing back up at Jake. 

“What do you say, Bradshaw?” Jake smirked as he trailed his hands down the front of your body, emitting a low growl from Bradley. “My truck or yours?”

[foreveraweirdoneslife]

A couple of thoughts after re-watching TGM

What I think is actually canon

Amelia is Mav’s daughter (Penny hints at that when she’s talking to Mav about her) but Amelia doesn't know

Mav considers himself to be Bradley’s dad (Mav answers when Bradley asks his dad what to do) 

Bradley considers both Goose and Mav to be his dad (after Mav says that Bradley saved his life, Bradley says that his dad would've done the same - considering the fact that Mav has already saved Bradley's life you could see that as Bradley seeing Mav as his dad, too) 

Bradley has lived with Mav for a considerable period of time (Mav says to Penny he tried his best to be a father for Bradley) 

Thoughts concerning TG3 / Predictions 

I think they gonna set up Phoenix as Bradley's love interest because they seem very close in the movie (but for me they’re more like besties) 

I hope they gonna keep the character's of Warlock and Cyclone (with Cyclone basically hating Mav and Warlock secretly supporting the shit Mav does all the time) and also they need to keep at least Warlock because somebody needs to prevent that Mav is thrown out of the Navy

I hope there still will be references to Ice (I just love him and he needs to be mentioned) 

Other thoughts 

I actually paid attention to the hangster dynamics for the first time

Jake’s and Bradley’s first hook up is right after dogfight football

Bradley is Ice-coded while Jake is Mav-coded 

I ship bobnix now (I think Nat and Bob are very sweet together in the movie - need to find some fluffy fics about them)

The lifelong friendship between Ice and Mav just kills me (solely sticking to the movie here because otherwise icemav is endgame imo), like Ice basically knows everything about Mav (every shit he has done at work, everything around him pulling Bradley's papers, private problems he’s had etc.) and also the other way round (Mav supporting him during his battle with cancer and a whole lot of other things which we don't know because sadly Ice is only a minor character in both movies) 

I love that Mav refers to Ice in the whole movie only by his nickname

I had to keep myself very hard from crying during the funeral scene (if I had watched it alone, I probably would’ve cried) 

[peacefxlmyko]

Family business

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x mom!Reader, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw x wife!Reader, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x platonic!Reader

Ask: "I had an idea for Top Gun, the reader was “Goose”'s wife and Bradley's mother, she is in the Navy and trains the squadron for the mission with Maverick. When Maverick and his son's plane are about to be shot down instead of Jake saving them, she is the one who saves them. Cute ending if possible" by @motherofdragons1998

Tags: Fluff, Angst, obviously Top Gun Maverick spoilers, hints to Hangster 👀, Reader is a widow, Use of Y/N, Reader's callsign is Shadow

Notes: I am SO nervous to post this omfg. This is the first thing I ever wrote based off an ask and I hope I did everything right with it lmao. This is also the longest piece I have ever written. I am not 100% happy with it, but I did my best and I hope ya'll like it! Apologies for any Grammar or in general writing mistakes, English isn't my first language. I am also open for more requests/asks!

Words: 2500+

Story under the cut! ✂️

Getting the call to return to Top Gun after years definitely wasn't something you expected. And finding out that you had to train the best pilots in the world for a suicide mission didn't make your anxiety any better.

After you arrived at the Academy, you were met with Beau “Cyclone” Simpson and Solomon “Warlock” Bates and they introduced you to the Mission.

“Captain Y/N “Shadow” Bradshaw." Cyclone began. “I'm Admiral Beau Simpson and this is Admiral Solomon Bates.”

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.” You replied.

“I hope it's no problem we will be introducing you to the Mission without the other instructor.”

“Other.. instructor, sir?”, your eyes narrowed a little in confusion.

"Yes, you will be teaching the class with another instructor.” Your curiosity was sparked, but you didn't get to ask anything else as they started explaining the Mission.

“The target is an unsanctioned uranium enrichment plant built in violation of a multilateral NATO treaty. The uranium produced there represents a direct threat to our allies in the region.” Warlock started to explain.

After the explanation it as your turn to explain your view on the mission. Then, they revealed who the pilots tasked with the mission were. “We've recalled 12 TOPGUN graduates from their squadrons. We want you to narrow-”

As soon as you turned to the monitor your heart skipped a beat and your breath caught in your throat. Bradley.

“Is there a problem, Captain?”

“I just.. didn't expect to see my son there, sir.” You muttered, still a bit in disbelief.

“Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster. I understand his father was also a pilot? What was his callsign again?”

Ouch. “It was Goose, sir.”

“Tragic what happened.”

Daggers. With every word daggers were being stabbed in your heart. Not one day went by without you missing Nick. Your husband. The father of your son. The love of your life.

After the briefing, you headed to a nearby bar to try and gather your thoughts. As you walked into the bar, you suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting there. No, two. Two familiar faces.

“Pete?”

The man turned around with a stunned look on his face.

“Y/N?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” You walked closer to him, a smile forming on my face.

“I could ask you the same.”

“He pissed off another admiral.” Penny commented and you cracked a smile. “It's nice to see you again, Penny” You smiled and sat down next to Pete.

“Don't tell me you're going to-”

“Teach a mission here?” You completed his sentence.

“So you are the other instructor! They wouldn't even tell me!” Mav chuckled at your complaint and shook his head a little.

You heard some noises at the other side of the bar and glanced over at the pool tables. There were pilots gathered and you recognised them as the graduates that had been recalled for the mission.

A few more people joined the bar. It didn't even take you two seconds to recognise your son. Hawaii shirt, sunglasses on his nose, that damn mustache like Nick had. Bradley was the spitting image of his father. You also heard someone call out “Bradshaw! Is that you?”

You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes it hurt a little. The way Nick would have been so proud of him hurt. And knowing that you were the reason his papers were held back because you didn't want him to have the same fate as Goose.

As soon as Pete recognised Bradley he quickly turned away, as if to hide from him. “Mav, you don't have to hi-”

“I cost him years of his career.”

“I know, but that was because I wanted it that way. You did it for me, because of Goose. Don't you think it's time he finds out it was me?”

“No, god no. It'll be fine, just.. let it be.”

You sighed and turned back to your drink, taking a few sips.

“How about ringing me up before the evening rush?” Maverick suddenly said to Penny and stood up. You glanced over at Bradley, watching him with his fellow aviators. Hasn't even noticed his own mother yet. You chuckled a little to yourself.

“It's been declined.”

You snapped out of your thoughts when Penny said that to Pete and laid his credit card on the table in front of him. You curiously watched and tried to hide your amused grin.

“You're kidding.”

Soon enough, Pete was getting carried out by three pilots and you watched, not even hiding your amusement.

Then, you heard a few tones coming from the piano and your heart dropped.

“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane.”

Rooster was playing and singing “Great balls of fire”. The same song Nick loved performing, a little out of key but it was still always the most perfect thing to you. You stared at him in disbelief, his back turned to you. Other pilots were standing next to him, singing along. The whole Bar was watching him. Your little boy.

After he was finished you watched him perform a little funny dance as the bar kept chanting “Rooster! Rooster!”. God, when did he grow up so much?

You stood up and slowly made your way towards him.

“I assumed you would at least let your Mother know when you're on a new Mission?”

You could see the way his heart dropped and he looked like a toddler being caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Mom?” He slowly turned around to you, you had an amused grin on your face.

“This is how I find out you're back at TOPGUN?” You grinned. You could hear his friends letting out laughs and a few comments in the background. “I- uh—”

“Oh, shut up and give your mother a hug.”

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The next day, all the pilots sat together in a hanger, ready to be taught about the mission. Admiral Bates was standing in front of them all, ready to explain.

“Your instructors are TOPGUN graduates with real world experience in every mission aspect you'll be expected to master and they are considered some of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. I give you Captain Pete Mitchell, callsign Maverick and Captain Y/N Bradshaw, callsign Shadow.”

Maverick and you walked in together, walking up to the lectern where Warlock stood at first. The pilots turned to look at you both and you could see their faces drop as some of them realized they kicked out their instructor last night.

You shot Bradley a quick small smile, meanwhile he gave Maverick a look that could kill.

You both started to talk to the class, Mav doing the most talking. After some briefing, you all got your Jets ready and then took off into the sky for some training and to show what they are able to do.

The next few days were spent preparing and training, trying to get them ready.

But once during some briefing in a classroom, a fight broke out. Hangman had made a comment about Goose and it set Rooster off, almost going for his throat but you all managed to keep them apart. Maverick dismissed them all for the day.

Bradley went back to the base to calm down, Maverick went to meet Iceman and you.. Well, you drove to the Hard Deck and sat down at the Beach there. The whole time you were lost in thoughts. Was he ready for this? Was I ready for this? Was anybody ready for this mission?

“Oh Nick..” You started to tear up. “I don't want to send Bradley out there. He's not ready. No one is! I-I can't risk losing him too! I.. I just can't lose my son too… He's my little boy.. Our little boy.. When did he grow up so much…? I need you here.. god.. I wish you were here..”

Even though he wasn't here anymore, you knew Goose was still watching over you and listening whenever he could.

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It felt like the time until the mission flew by. It almost felt like a blur, as if it wasn't real. And burying one of your life-long friends made it even worse. Iceman could finally rest, but it was still incredibly painful. Seeing Maverick grief him made it even worse.

But in a blink of an eye, you were all on a ship in the middle of the Ocean, about to choose which Daggers would fly. You were going to stay back as Backup and Mav was going to fly with them.

You knew he was going to choose him as his wingman, but you secretly begged it wasn't true. You wished it would be Hangman, but it was going to be your son.

“Choose your two Foxtrot teams.” Cyclone said.

“Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob.” You both had decided these teams together, but the Wingman was Mav's own choice.

“And your Wingman?”

After a moment of anticipation, he finally said…

“Rooster.”

There it was. Your son was flying the suicide mission. And all you could do was listen through the comms and pray.

Everyone went on Deck and walked to their Jets. As you stood by your Jet, you looked over at Rooster and noticed him talking to Hangman. You had noticed throughout the whole preparation there seemed to be some tension and.. closeness between them. There was at least something.

You turned back to your Jet, climbing inside in case they needed Backup during the mission.

As the mission began and the teams flew away, your heart was pounding. With every minute you felt your anxiety increasing, scared for the safety of your son and also your friend.

You listened closely through the comms, listening to everything…..

“Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye! Bull's-eye!"

Yes! God, yes! They did it!

But now it was time to get back alive…

The rest of the mission was a pure air fight, raw dogfighting. They just needed to make it out alive. Please.

But to your worst fear the enemy planes were focused on Rooster.

“Dagger Two defending. Shit, I'm out of flares!”

“Rooster, evade, evade!” You heard his uncle shout.

“I can't shake ‘em! They're on me! They're on me!”

You didn't know what was happening., you weren't there. You didn't see it. All You could do was listen. Listen and wait. It felt awful not being able to do anything.

There was a moment of silence, only the heavy breathing from the pilots.

“Mav! No!”

“Dagger One is hit! I repeat, Dagger One is hit! Maverick is down!”

Your breath caught in your throat. Mav was hit.

“Dagger One, Status. Status! Anyone see him? Did anyone see him?! Dagger One, come in!” You heard the panic in Rooster's voice.

“I didn't see a parachute.”

Shit.

“We have to circle back!”

You felt your heart pumping, this was all so much. You knew this was a difficult mission, hell, a suicide mission but you still hoped this wouldn't happen!

“All Daggers flow to ECP. You have bandits headed for you.”

“What about Maverick?!” There was a strain in Bradley's voice.

“Dagger Square request permission to launch and fly air cover.” You suddenly spoke up. You had to help. You needed to help.

“Negative, spare.”

Shit!

“Dagger, you are not to engage. Repeat, do not engage.”

“Dagger Two, return to carrier. Acknowledge.”

Bradley, please. Come home safe.

You also wanted to save Maverick, but not with Bandits in the air.

The silence was killing you.

“Rooster, those bandits are closing. We can't go back.” You heard Phoenix say. “Rooster, he's gone.”

It hurt, but Bob was probably right. He was gone. He was with Goose. “Maverick's gone.”

Maverick had sacrificed himself for Rooster. Your best friend had sacrificed himself for your son….

Your heart began to pound as you realized Bradley was flying back. He wanted to save Mav. You wanted to scream at him to get his ass back to the ship, but you couldn't. He wouldn't even listen.

The not knowing was killing you. Not being able to do anything. Being stuck on the ship while your son was out there fighting for his life.

After minutes that felt like hours you heard the words you only wished to hear in your darkest nightmares.

“Dagger Two is hit.”

Rooster was hit.

You could barely hold it together anymore. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, but you had to hold it in.

“Dagger Two, come in. Dagger Two, do you copy? Dagger Two, come in.”

You were horrified. You might have just lost your only child and your best friend. Now you were alone.

One Minute turned into two. Two into five. Five into ten. Nothing. No reply, no sign of life.

You had no idea what the hell was going on in the tower, they weren't talking to you. Not one word. Was there a trace of the two? Were they still alive? You didn't know and it was one of the worst things you've ever felt.

After what felt like an eternity, you were finally given permission to launch and fly to their rescue after they had detected Rooster's ESAT.

Soon you saw them, they were involved in an air fight and obviously losing. You managed to bring your jet behind the enemy's plane without bringing any attention to yourself. That was the way you got your callsign. You were a Shadow, you could easily follow any planes without being noticed.

Just as they were about to shoot down Maverick and Rooster, you fired a shot and hit the bandit. The bandit was down and they were save. They were finally save and back with you.

You flew right through the smoke towards the F-14, you had never been happier to see a jet.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your savior speaking.”

There was a grin on your face, you had never been so glad.

“Hey, mom, you look good.”

“I am good, Bradley. I'm very good.”

“I'll see you back on Deck.” You flew back and were the first to land. You got out of the Jet and watched everybody put up a net to catch the F-14.

Once they were back on deck you didn't hesitate one second to run towards them. “Bradley!” You shouted.

Everybody came running towards them, cheering and congratulating them.

Maverick got out and first went to Hondo, while Bradley came running towards you.

“Oh, my boy, I thought I lost you. I thought you were gone.” You sobbed and took him into your arms.

“You're not getting rid of me easily, Mom.” He laughed and hugged you tightly, not letting you go for a while. “You're a hero, Bradley. I'm so so proud of you. Your- your dad would be so proud, god-” You teared up.

“I know Mom, I know.”

You parted from him so he could celebrate with the others. The other Daggers immediately came to him.

Once again you could swear there were looks between Jake and Rooster, but you didn't mention anything.

“Captain Mitchell! Captain Mitchell!” You then saw Bradley approach Pete. Without hesitating, Maverick pulled him into a hug. A hug that meant the World.

“Thank you for saving my life.”

“It's what my dad would've done.”

________________________________________

Days after the mission the whole Dagger Squad was sitting in the Hard Deck together, having drinks and cracking jokes. Bradley, of course, sat down at the piano and sang once again. The whole Bar chimed in and sang “Great balls of fire” with him.

“Oh! You're fine, so kindGot to tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine, mine!”

You could have sworn he took a glance towards Jake during that line.

[tgmsunmontue]

Online & Anonymous 11/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009 2010 2011 2012 2013 2014 2015

2016 – Jake

                Jake hasn’t exactly reconciled with his family. But at his grandmother’s funeral his sister had found him and forced her number into his phone, and now he exchanges phone calls with her every week or so. He always waits for her to call him, gives her a window of time that he’s available to take her call. He knows she keeps it quiet with their parents that she’s in contact with him, but he doesn’t care, she wants to talk to him and thinks their parents are in the wrong. He now gets to know what his nieces are doing, gets to see videos of first steps and words, silly little day-to-day things which he has clearly missed from his older niece. He gets to talk to his sister, and through her hear about his family, even if it hurts.

                He’s turning thirty this year, and he guesses his sister at least feels like a decade of almost no-contact is finally too much. Like somehow not having anything to do with his family would magically change anything. Like he’d somehow choose to be gay when all it’s done is made him feel like an outsider and jeopardized his career. Or her world view has just slowly started shifting and she’s trying to make up for not being there for nearly a third of his life. Part of him feels ashamed for letting her back into his life so easily, with only the barest hint of an apology. That he feels so desperate for some semblance of his family that he never stopped missing is finally back and still has so much power to hurt him.

                He knows Javy doesn’t like it, frowns every time he takes a call he knows is from Susie. Maybe one-day he’ll get to introduce them, when he thinks Javy won’t end up needing to be bailed out of jail for assault, his protective streak ten-miles wide. He hasn’t said anything to Nick either, doesn’t want to bring up the fact that he has a small bit of his family back in his life when he knows Nick can never have that. Death is a lot more permanent for a start, and while Jake doesn’t ever expect to see his parents again, he knows that they’re still alive. They might come around one day, there are always those miracles that happen.

                And thinking of miracles he’s certain it’s going to take one for him and Nick to actually meet. They’ve decided to try and stop planning to meet up, every time they plan it something happens. Instead they’ve shared their deployment dates, intentionally not making plans for anything during their periods of leave. In addition to that they’ll both turn their location on when they’re on leave, no matter how short, whether it’s shore leave or extended leave, they’ll try and find their way to each other. So while it means not making plans with anyone else Javy at least understands his desire to finally meet Nick and is happy to run interference with his family about Jake’s apparent lack of commitment to coming to stay when he’s on leave. They’ve reviewed their schedules for the next few months, there’s not any time they’re both on leave for the first few months, but there are times later in the year, so he’s just got them in his schedule with Nick??? and hopes for the best.

…            …            …

                He next sees Bradshaw at a ceremony where they’re both being awarded an Inherent Resolve Campaign medal, and if anything the asshole looks even better and Jake appreciates it while also hating it a little. Sometimes life just isn’t fair. Why couldn’t his face have erupted in boils or something. He’s talking to Admiral Kazansky, and Jake can’t help following him with his eyes, hates just how comfortable he looks talking to one the highest-ranking members of brass in the room. Of course Bradshaw is confident in every setting.

                Jake still hasn’t figured out what he said or did to cause Bradshaw to not like him, the guy has got the fucking biggest chip on his shoulder and Jake is baffled as to why a guy everyone else has generally spoken of with warm regards seems to have it out for him since they met. Jake knows he’s not the best at making the best first impression, but he hadn’t been awful that he can remember. Not enough to make someone act toward him like he’s not even worth the time of day. He lets out a breath, realizes maybe he’s being a little harsh, because Bradshaw hadn’t seemed quite as annoyed with him the last time they were deployed together. Not that Jake will ever thank him for his callsign, but he’d asked how Jake was, may have even cared if Jake had admitted to not being okay. He’ll never know.

                “Lieutenant Seresin.”

                Jake does a double take, because as if thinking about the other man has made him appear from across the room. Also that tone isn’t cutting or annoyed, instead it’s almost… smooth. Not sweet, not friendly, but it’s definitely something, and it holds the promise of more.

                “Bradshaw.”

                There’s not quite a question at the end, and as he shifts to face him he catches the quick sweep of his body that Bradshaw gives him, gives his body, before dipping to his lips and holy shit, Bradshaw just checked him out. It’s not quite a sharp one-eighty from a few years ago, but he guesses they’re on equal footing now, no difference in positions or ranks, there’s no DADT, there’s nothing that he can think of. Then he remembers Javy saying Bradshaw had something going with someone. Something serious. His conscience pricks a little, but it’s not his person that he’s cheating on. He wonders if they know, that Bradshaw goes around making eyes at people and then… well. He hasn’t done anything to Jake yet but for the first time he thinks that something might actually be happening.

                “You have any plans for the rest of the night?”

                As if the blatant up-down look wasn’t enough, he’s outright asking Jake and it’s taking his brain a little to catch up, wants to come out with a quip, wishes he could seriously think of rejecting him just to give him a taste of what it had felt like. Instead he’s shaking his head, ignoring the fact that he does in fact have plans with Javy to go out for a drink and bowling.

                “You want to get out of here?”

                “Yeah,” Jake says, and god he wishes his voice didn’t sound quite so breathy. He coughs and clears it, hopes that covers it, although the way Bradshaw is smirking at him he doesn’t think it did.

                “You have a place?”

                “I’ve got a hotel room.”

                “Perfect.”

…            …            …

                It’s about a fifteen minute walk, and neither of them speak, a few people giving them respectively nods as they pass, which is normal considering they’re both in full dress uniform. Jake feels attuned to the mere inches between them as they walk, taking the elevator up to his room and then both taking their shoes off at the door like it’s someone’s home.

                “You done this before?” Bradshaw asks and Jake rolls his eyes, because while it’s not like he broadcasts the fact he’s gay, he’s over thirty and in the Navy, and DADT was repealed five years ago now.

                “Yeah, don’t need to go easy on me or anything.”

                “Oh, I was never going to be easy…” Bradshaw says, and Jake doesn’t have time to ask what he means before he’s being pressed back against the door and kissed, Bradshaw’s leg slotting between his, hips grinding against him and Bradshaw already feels half-hard. He’s efficient at undressing, his fingers working at the buttons on Jake’s jacket while his mouth sucks at Jake’s bottom lip and he can’t help the little gasp as Bradshaw’s moustache scrapes over his jaw line.

                “You got any special requests?” Bradshaw asks, and he seems like he’s a guy who enjoys sex. Laughs with his partner in bed. For the first time since they met Jake’s getting to see the friendly side of Bradshaw that everyone else gets normally. He wonders if he’ll get it when he’s not about to suck his dick. Yeah. That is what he wants now.

                “I want to suck your dick,” Jake says, arousal making his tongue thick in his mouth, the words slurring together.

                “Be my guest. I’ll take real good care of you after…”

                He can feel Bradshaw’s smile against his neck, his lips moving as he talks, his tongue licking at the tendon in Jake’s neck and he shivers as Bradshaw pushes his jacket off his shoulders, taking his own jacket off and carefully hanging them both up, grin a little sardonic as he shrugs.

                “Pretty sure neither of us want to iron them again anytime soon. Come on, pants off too. You can’t kneel in those…”

                Jake doesn’t need to be told twice, doesn’t kick them off in his haste, they are his dress blues after all, again watches as Bradshaw takes time to carefully lay them over the back of the little sofa. The way Bradshaw is watching him makes him feel self-conscious so he tries to feel confident. Obviously Bradshaw likes something he sees, because he’s here after all, and his cock is definitely outlined in his briefs and Jake’s mouth waters a little.

                He’s not even aware that he's licking his lips before Bradshaw is kissing him again, hands running over the bare skin of his arms, tugging at his undershirt and Jake strips it off and drops it to the ground, presses Bradshaw back against the wall and then drops to his knees and runs his nose up the length of his dick. It is definitely firm, maybe not quite all the way hard, but considering he’s not even got his mouth on him yet it’s gratifying that he’s maybe the reason he’s so turned on already. Then Bradshaw is pushing him away and Jake frowns up at him, wants to ask what he’s doing.

                “Condom. Safety gear’s important…”

                Of course he’d say that, and Jake doesn’t disagree. He watches as Bradshaw grabs a few condoms from his pocket, god, how many are they going to need? Watches as he strips off his socks, briefs and undershirt and he’s just as gorgeous naked as he is fully clothed; confident in his own skin and yeah, Nick was right, it is attractive. Fuck him. He watches Bradshaw watch him as he strokes his cock to full hardness and then tears the wrapper, rolls the condom down his cock, eyes hooded as he watches Jake instead of needing to watch what he’s doing. It’s hot for a variety of reasons, not least because Jake seems to hold his whole attention.

                Then Bradshaw’s stepping past, leaning against the wall looking relaxed, like he has all the time in the world, smiling down at Jake and one eyebrow raised like he’s asking a question. Jake’s isn’t going to hazard a guess as to what the question might be, just licks his lips again and wraps his mouth over the head of Bradshaw’s cock, one hand on his thigh while the other settles near the base of Bradshaw’s dick, brushing over the pubic hair. He’s never grown accustomed to the taste or texture of latex, but this is… maybe not latex? He pulls back.

                “You got your own fancy brand of condoms you carry around with you Bradshaw?”

                “Latex allergy, pays to be prepared.”

                Of course he fucking does. He wonders how he figured that one out. Wonders exactly how bad it is but he’s not making friends with Bradshaw, he’s here to get off and get Bradshaw off. So he sets about giving Bradshaw a blowjob, and he’s better at it than he used to be, uses his hands and alternates between sucking him down and licking everywhere, gently sucking on each of Bradshaw’s balls before returning to do hard and fast sucks on the head with longer bobs down to take more of him in.

                His jaw aches a little, out of practice but Bradshaw doesn’t seem to notice or care, his fingers gentle in Jake’s hair, like he doesn’t want to scare him off and Jake has to tamp down on his feeling of competitiveness. He doesn’t need Bradshaw fucking holding back from tugging on his hair so reaches a hand to cover his, curls his fingers and catches some of his hair between his fingers and Bradshaw’s and then tugs. His groan echoes Bradshaw’s, and the jerk of Bradshaw’s hips is nice too, catching him a little unaware and he gags a little which seems to turn Bradshaw on even more.

                His own cock is hard in his briefs and he lets go of Bradshaw’s hand to rub at his own cock briefly before bringing his hand to cup Bradshaw’s balls, fondles them and they’re damp with his spit from when he was sucking on them; he tugs them gently, feels Bradshaw’s entire body shudder, a wave centered on his cock moving outward.

                “Jesus Seresin… fuck…”

                Then he’s just mumbling under his breath, so good, god, your mouth, gorgeous and Jake lets himself soak it all in, likes that Bradshaw is vocal enough to let him know he’s enjoying it. Then he feels nails scraping over his scalp before Bradshaw’s entire body goes taut and Jake is feeling Bradshaw’s body jerk as he comes and the moan he makes seems linked directly to Jake’s own cock, making it throb. God he’s glad Bradshaw has already promised to reciprocate, really hopes he’s at least halfway decent.

                Bradshaw is pulling him to standing, kissing him with bruising hardness and Jake lets himself kiss back, a little breathless and more surprised. Most guys he’s hooked up don’t kiss a lot, especially not after a blowjob; usually saying they don’t like the taste, which Jake has always found a little odd considering some of the tastes of other parts of the body. Each to their own he guesses, enjoys Bradshaw kissing him and walking him backward to the bed, his hand already palming Jake’s erection through the fabric of his briefs.

                Then Bradshaw is guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed, then he’s kneeling between Jake’s spread legs, his eyes intent on Jake’s face like he’s waiting for Jake to say something but he can’t. Can’t think of anything to say that he won’t wish he said differently later so he just raises an eyebrow and makes a get on with it gesture with his hand, hopes that says enough. It seems to do the trick, Bradshaw huffing in amusement but then he’s mouthing Jake’s cock through his underwear, the warmth from his mouth seems to intensify the heat around his cock and why does that feel so good.

                “Lie back if you want…”

                “No. Want to watch…” Jake says, then Bradshaw is standing again, leaning down to kiss him and cupping his face carefully like this isn’t just a hookup and Jake wonders if he’s like this with all his hookups. Doesn’t let himself wonder about how he might be with anyone who might not just be a hookup.

                “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back. You got any lube?”

                Jake nods, makes a grabby hand gesture toward his toiletry bag like a fucking toddler and tries not to be mortified by the whole thing, mainly the grabby hands or his apparent eagerness for any and all activities that require lube. Bradshaw either ignores him or doesn’t notice, unzips it and pulls out the little pump bottle, inspecting it before nodding like its passed inspection. He grabs a towel from the bathroom and then he’s back, grabbing the pillows and making a little pile so Jake can lie back and also watch.

                “Art of compromise…” Bradshaw says with a smirk and Jake rolls his eyes but lets Bradshaw gently push him back, kissing a trail down Jake’s body, licking and sucking over his neck, down his chest, flicking his nipples with the tip of his tongue, one after the other. Then his hands are working the band of Jake’s underwear, working them down and Jake raises his hips to help. The air of the room feels cool on his cock, then he feels the condom getting rolled down, doesn’t stop himself from thrusting into the circle of Bradshaw’s fist, although kind of wants to knee him in the side of the head when he huffs with amusement again.

                Then he thinks he could forgive Bradshaw anything, his mouth tight and hot and just all the fucking way down like he doesn’t need to work up to it. Jake definitely snaps something out, but has no idea what it is, his brain not offering anything other than the black and white static. Bradshaw has definitely had more practice than Jake, or maybe just has natural talent, and Jake can’t help the little jerks of his hips as Bradshaw sucks him down again. He meets Bradshaw’s eyes, and it feels weirdly intense so he closes his eyes, suddenly feeling too exposed.

                Then he feels the fingers, Bradshaw’s fingers, slippery with lube and Jake didn’t even notice when that happened. They’re not pressing, just rubbing between his ass cheeks, pressing gently on his perinium. Then there’s a more obvious press against his asshole and Bradshaw is pulling off his cock.

                “Seresin… yes or no?”

                “Yes. Fuck yes. Come on…”

                “Feel free to tell me to stop.”

                “I’m not going to tell you to fucking stop.”

                “You can also tell me to go harder, or faster, or… just use your words and let me know what you want. Never stopped you before, hmm?”

                “Fuck you. Get on with it.”

                Fortunately Bradshaw does return to sucking his cock, but he’s now massaging Jake’s  perinium with a thumb, another finger is rubbing circles around his hole, slowly increasing in pressure and he wonders if Bradshaw’s just being cautious or…

                “Just put you fucking finger in my ass Bradshaw, for fucks sake…”

                “Just had to ask.”

                Jake thumps his head back on the pile of pillows, and his annoyance is immediately overwritten by Bradshaw no longer wasting any more time and going directly for the kill, brushing over his prostate and Jake hates how his precision in a plane is apparently a transferable fucking skill. Bradshaw’s got a hand tight around the base of his cock, like he doesn’t want Jake to come too soon. Then there are two fingers, long fingers, pressing up inside him, not gentle brushes, direct pressure and his spine feels like it’s a sparkler, sparks hitting his body all over and he arches into it.

                “Holy shit…”

                “Yeah, there we go. Come on. Want to take you apart.”

                Jake can’t tell him no. Doesn’t want to. Just gives in to the overwhelming sensations of someone intent on bringing him as much pleasure as possible. He’s never had someone seem so focused on giving him a blowjob before, although he guesses Bradshaw has already come so isn’t in any rush to get off himself. Combined with the anal play he’s quivering on the edge of coming. Bradshaw is somehow calm and collected even adding a third and fourth finger and Jake can feel himself shaking with the need to keep control. Jake wants to see Bradshaw lose it a little, but doubts if he will.

                Bradshaw wants to make him fall apart, and Jake is pretty sure he’s more than capable of making that happen now and he doesn’t have to hold back or pretend, not right now. He can let himself go, not be so careful of what Bradshaw might think. It’s sex, and Bradshaw already doesn’t like him very much, being… well, being a little bit more open and exposed is normal during sex. He can let himself have this, will let himself have this. He’s allowed to want this. Lets the pleasurable sensation of Bradshaw’s mouth and tongue on his cock wash over him, the feeling of his fingers, both on him and in him, the press of their skin together in other places where Bradshaw’s touching him. It feels increasingly overwhelming, all of his senses feel glutted; the sight of Bradshaw sucking him down and not pausing for breath or a break. The smell of their combined bodies, sweaty, the sound of his own breathing, rough in his ears. Bradshaw’s little pleased throat sounds and groans. And overlaying it all the sense of touch and he feels like Bradshaw is everywhere, in, on, over, under, around him. He let’s out a high pitched whine, can feel his orgasm cresting, about to wash over him any second.

                “Close. Oh fuck… so close. Shit. Yeah…”

                He says other things he’s sure, but Bradshaw doesn’t stop, just keeps sucking him and Jake jerks and shudders, thrusts a little into Bradshaw’s mouth before Bradshaw’s pulling himself off and peppering the skin around Jake’s thighs and groin with little butterfly kisses, fingers slowly easing out. Jake lies there, sucking in lungful’s of air as oxygen returns to his brain and Bradshaw is up and doing something… washing his hands in the bathroom apparently. Then he’s back, carefully removing the condom and tying it off before using a warm wet facecloth to wipe Jake clean. He bets Bradshaw is the type that would lick his partner clean.

                Then he feels Bradshaw straddle him, ass resting on his thighs, then he’s placing more little kisses down Jake’s neck and then around to the other side, like it’s a necklace. His moustache tickles at the same time it kind of turns him on, like he wants to squirm away and press into it at the same time. Then it hits him. Bradshaw has a moustache. He closes his eyes and imagines what it might feel like if this was Nick’s mouth on him. He knows it’s not great etiquette to be in bed with one person and imagine another, but Bradshaw will never know.

                That’s when he notices Bradshaw’s cock is hard again and he doesn’t know what to say, what Bradshaw wants to happen here. The realization that Bradshaw got hard again while blowing him makes his own cock twitch and god, he’s not even gone a little bit soft. What the hell. Bradshaw is grinding their cocks together, except it’s too light to be considered a grind, is more like the little butterfly kisses, just little touching glances before moving away and it’s a little maddening, and he wants to press into it all, both the kisses and his cock.

                “Want to fuck you. That something you’d want?” Bradshaw asks, voice low against his neck and then he’s sucking Jake’s earlobe, the pulse in his neck where he’s certain Bradshaw can feel how fast his heart is racing. Jake doesn’t open his mouth, just reaches to place one hand in Bradshaw’s hair, and letting the other grab an ass cheek, pulling Bradshaw down into him as he pushes up and their cocks and hips press against each other almost painfully and Jake just gasps. Then Bradshaw is moving, body coming to cover his and he’s so glad for it, feels anchored to the world.

                “Yeah, yeah. Fuck me.”

                “You sure? Not too sensitive?”

                “Fucking come on,” Jake mutters, breaking his silence and a flash of something passes over Bradshaw’s feature, too fast to identify. He’s already relaxed and stretched from the blowjob, shifts onto all fours so he can avoid looking at Bradshaw in the eyes while they fuck. Doesn’t want to think about why he doesn’t want that too much. Doesn’t need to watch as Bradshaw puts another condom on and slicks Jake up with more lube. When Bradshaw presses into him it’s firm and slow, unyielding and Jake groans into it, breath hitching a little, wants him to move the alleviate the discomfort and at the same time wants him to never move, to somehow press himself further in.

                “C’mon, move.”

                “Nope. Not yet…” Bradshaw mutters, and Jake doesn’t know if he’s just being difficult or if he has a reason for not moving. Bradshaw’s moving his hips in a tiny incremental grind, he can feel his balls brushing him. “You feel good Seresin. Let me enjoy it.”

                Jake doesn’t say anything, because it’s not totally a bad thing that Bradshaw isn’t moving, he’d just thought he’d want to get on with it. He can feel himself relaxing around the intrusion, can feel himself starting to grind back slightly and it seems to be whatever signal Bradshaw was waiting for maybe as he pulls back a little before grinding back in, repeating the slow short thrusts. He’s never been fucked after he’s already come, never realized this was maybe a thing that could happen, but he likes the way it’s making him feel.

                “Can you come again?”

                “I… I don’t know,” Jake answers honestly, because this is all new territory, the fact that his cock is still hard, never really went away after he came the first time.

                “Let’s find out hmm?”

                “Oh fuck…” Jake breathes, his words hot and damp against the skin of his arm as he parses exactly what Bradshaw means by that. Fuck. “Yeah, sounds like a plan.”

                He’s not sure what else might be part of the plan, but Bradshaw seems curious as to what will make Jake squirm, shout, gasp, swear and everything in between. He shifts with no pattern or direction between slow grinds of his hips, pulling Jake up a little and working his cock in his hand, then longer, deeper thrusts while he sucks bruising kisses to his neck and shoulders, to a fast-punishing pace, hips snapping in and out all while his fingertips dig into Jake’s hips. All of it is good in its own way, he doesn’t have a favorite although he can tell Bradshaw seems intent on figuring it out.

                Bradshaw’s body is slick with sweat, he can feel the odd drop of it hit the overheated skin of his back where it offers a little flash of coolness for a brief moment. The sheets are damp with his own sweat, he’s panting, fingers grasping desperately at the sheets as he pushes back. God. He had no idea it could be this good. Wants to comes, knows he can definitely come, but never wants it to end all at the same time. It’s when Bradshaw presses himself along the length of Jake’s back, circles his hand around Jake’s cock and starts jerking him off that he knows.

                “Think you can come again Seresin?”

                “Yes… fucking yes…” Jake hisses between clenched teeth.

                “Good. You going to come for me then?”

                “You first…” Jake gasps out, holding back through some sheer force of will and good luck.

                “Oh fuck…” Bradshaw grunts, and Jake feels him jerk, his hand on Jake’s cock stilling briefly before it goes back to stroking and then Bradshaw is murmuring your turn under his breath and Jake’s orgasm is intense, like the first one of the night never happened, his whole body arching to be closer and he slumps down, uncaring if Bradshaw falls with him. Holy shit his brain provides and Jake grins stupidly against his arm, because his brain has the right idea and he closes his eye briefly. He must doze off for a moment or two, because when he opens them again Bradshaw is almost completely dressed, just his pants and undershirt, jacket carefully folded inside out, tapping at his phone with his other hand.

                “Hey. You’re back with me,” Bradshaw says, and he’s fucking smug but Jake guesses he kind of deserves to be. Holy shit his brain repeats, and his body definitely echoes the sentiment. He’s going to jerk off remembering this. “You good?”

                “I’m good. So good.”

                “Hmm. Good. Catch you around Seresin.”

…            …            …

                He falls asleep, his body feeling well worked over and achy in the best possible way. Like a good run in warm sunshine followed by a really good jerk of session in the shower. But better. So much better. When he wakes up he still can’t believe that it was Bradshaw in his bed last night.

                Fucking Bradshaw.

                Literally fucking Bradshaw.

                He’s a little annoyed with himself. Can’t believe he’s had sex with a guy that is kind of an asshole and it was good. He wanted so badly for it to be absolute shit, to be able to tar Rooster with the same selfish-asshole brush as the very few guys he’s slept with previously. He’d taken what Nick said to heart, not pushed himself too early, but he’s had decent sex now. What he’d thought was good sex. And now he knows it was barely decent. The fact that the best sex he’s had is with someone who seems to hate him for some unknown reason is galling, but he tries not to care about it.

                God. Imagining sex like that with someone he actually likes? It’ll be amazing. He rolls over and grabs his phone, plugs it in, has to wait for it to charge up; a little distracted last night to plug it in so it’s gone dead. He probably needs to buy a new one. He goes and has a shower, brushes his teeth and pulls a face at the marks on his chest, back and hips. Ah well. Nothing to be done about any of that now. He pads back into the room and picks up his phone, looks at the new photos Susie has sent him and then goes to open Grindr.

                Nine notifications.

                Shit.

>>You around?

>>I think we could meet?

>>Same city right now?

>>Jas?

>>Guess you must be busy.

>>Damn it.

>>Seriously thought fates were finally on our side.

>>I’m out on an early flight.

>>Hope you had a good night.

                Jake feels like throwing his phone across the room but resists, clenches his jaw and swallows down the disappointment. Fucking Bradshaw.

>>I am so sorry!

>>I had my phone on silent.

>>And then it must have died.

>>Shit.

>>I’m really sorry to have missed you.

>>Pretty sure you don’t want the Grindr notification sounds coming through your phone.

>>Why do you think it was on silent?

…            …            …

                He’s glad his phone had died, that he doesn’t have to lie. Feels odd telling Nick that he didn’t check his phone because he was busy having sex. Feels worse thinking that sex is the reason he missed meeting him. He both wants to share with Nick just how good of an experience he had, but it being the reason he missed meeting him feels rude. Not that it was intentional at all, but he still feels awful, because they were obviously so close and he realizes then that Nick may have been at the award ceremony. It was a large one, with many different factions of the Navy present and he doesn’t know if Nick has figured out that they’re both in the Navy. He could ask. Or he could just drop it into the conversation and he wonders if that’s what Nick did, can’t remember exactly how Nick mentioned it now, but he knows it’s true.

                He keeps it to himself for a couple of weeks, not ready to share it. Not ready to talk about it. Still processing his own emotions, not really sure how he feels or how he’s meant to feel. How he feels about Bradshaw is all mixed in and he has to try and separate the Bradshaw he had sex with from the Bradshaw that he works with in a professional capacity. Isn’t sure how they’ll interact the next time they see each other, knows he could get Bradshaw’s number if he really wanted to, but doesn’t want to… seem interested. He’s not. He doesn’t think he is anyway. But he can’t talk to Nick about it. Not yet.

…            …            …

                A couple of weeks pass and with the pass of time he feels like maybe he’s imagining just how good it was with Bradshaw. His memory is pretty good though and after he jerks off to the memory, changing the man to Nick even if he still looks annoyingly too similar to Bradshaw because of that fucking moustache he snaps a picture of his spent cock lying against his stomach and sends it through to Nick.

>>Gorgeous as always.

>>Any particular reason I get a treat without any prompting?

>>Definitely not complaining, just wondering what brought it on, see if I can make it happen again.

                Jake laughs a little out loud, reaches for tissues and wipes himself off.

>>Nothing you did sorry, although was your name on my lips when I came…

>>Jesus Jas. You trying to get me hard? I’m meant to be going out with friends.

>>I’m not stopping you.

>>Just. I finally had good sex.

>>I mean.

>>Best sex to date.

>>Pretty sure the guy hates me but fucking hell. I can understand the hype a little more now.

>>Yeah? Jesus.

>>Ten years is a long fucking time to wait before you have a decent fuck. You going to see him again?

>>Hahahaha.

>>No.

>>Did you miss what I just said about him hating me?

>>Think we might kill each other.

>>Hate sex can be hot right?

>>Ouch. That kind of sucks.

>>Yeah. Not exactly a great romance or what I was hoping for, but beggars can’t be choosers and all that.

>>Kind of annoyed that he was so good. Makes me hate him a little bit more.

>>Hate?

>>What did he do?

>>Hate me first? I don’t even know.

>>Just seemed to take one look at me and decided not to like me.

>>Trying to not care about it.

>>Is he hot?

                Jake groans, trust Nick to cut right to the center of Jake’s whole conundrum.

>>So hot.

>>Annoyingly so. Cocky.

>>But makes him more attractive. Asshole.

>>Oh yeah. I know the type.

>>Pretty sure they are my type actually.

                Jake feels a pang then, that Nick has a type, knows enough about himself to have developed a type.

>>Yeah? You like cocky assholes?

>>Sometimes. And sometimes I want to put them in their place.

>> Put them on their knees and make them beg for it.

                For a moment Jake thinks about Bradshaw, putting him on his knees to suck him off and his brain melts a little thinking about it. He understands the appeal more now, from both sides.

>>I think I need a connection to make the sex good.

>>Yeah? What makes you think that?

>>Well, while I haven’t exactly got a positive connection with the guy, it’s still a connection. We work together. Have similar life experiences I guess.

>>He’s in the military as well?

>>Yeah.

>>Bad idea huh?

>>Well, I can’t talk. I’ve had my fair number of hook ups, both before and after DADT.

>>Just be careful okay?

>>Yeah. Of course.

…            …            …

                He’s in the middle of the Pacific Ocean when he hears about the Pulse shooting and he immediately needs to send a message to Nick to check in, knows Nick is on leave in Florida and just has to hope Nick didn’t go out clubbing to pick anyone up. He gets back an almost immediate I’m okay.

…            …            …

                It’s happening.

                It’s finally fucking happening.

                They’re both coming here, a busy and popular pool hall filled with dozens of people clearly in the military and on leave. Jake’s been here before, a few years ago, and picked up an unmemorable blowjob in the bathroom. He’s early. Over an hour early, but he doesn’t care, he wants to see Nick walk through that door. He’d said Jake wouldn’t be able to miss him and Jake has no fucking clue what that means but he’ll trust him. He’s reaching for a cue bridge when he feels someone come and stand behind him, too close to be a stranger.

                “Seresin… fancy seeing you here.”

                Then Bradshaw is pressed against his back, lips brushing against his neck and Jake presses back automatically before stiffening and pulling away. He’s here to meet Nick, not fall back into bed with Bradshaw.

                “Bradshaw. As I live and breathe,” Jake replies, voice tight.

                “You look good… want a game?”

                Jake glances at his watch, then checks his phone as well before nodding. Bradshaw shrugs off his jacket and whatever button-down shirt he had on, leaves them carefully draped over one of the bar stools. Then Bradshaw racks the balls and offers Jake the break. He can feel Bradshaw’s eyes on him like a weight, wonders if he’s imagining or projecting as he watches the way Bradshaw’s fingers stroke his cue. Knows he’s not imagining it when Bradshaw keeps brushing against him, fingers brushing his when he passes him the chalk cube. When Jake reaches to take the cue bridge from Bradshaw, he holds on to it, steps in close.

                “Winner gets a blow job?”

                Jake doesn’t choke on his own breath but it’s close, because he’s already winning, but the way Bradshaw is looking at him makes him feel like he’d be doing Bradshaw a favor by letting him. Wonders if the blowjob would play out the same as last time. God he really wants to find out, his cock already starting to get hard and Bradshaw seems to know it, too. Smug fucker. He takes the cue bridge and lines up his shot, sinks his last stripe and then hands the cue bridge back to Bradshaw and pots the black without even looking away from him.

                “I’m actually waiting for someone, but I’ll take a raincheck…”

                “Hopefully somewhere we have access to a proper bed.”

                While Bradshaw sets the table up again Jake grabs his phone, can see the notification and he taps through to it.

>> I’m not going to be able to make it. Something’s come up.

                The message has a timestamp of about twenty minutes ago and he pushes down his disappointment, schools his face into one of indifference and pastes a smile on his face.

                “Seems like Javy got a better offer. Think I’ll take my rain check now.”

                “Double or nothing?” Bradshaw asks, his eyes amused and Jake lets the curl of arousal in his gut fully stretch out. He grins slowly, licks his lips, a little of his disappointment melting away. So he might not get to meet Nick tonight after all, but at least he can have a good time with Bradshaw.

2017 - Bradley

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for @footprintsinthesxnd I hope you like it!

It is a Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresinx wife!reader imagine.

Thank you @footprintsinthesxnd for proofreading!

Warnings: pregnancy, the tiniest bit of nervousness, Hangster bromance

“There’s two lines, there’s two lines, I’m telling you!” You exclaimed rather frantically as you stood next to your husband in the en-suite bathroom of your bedroom.

Jake had been pacing back and forth for minutes while you had stood still and waited, in pure anticipation and nervousness.

You had tried for a few months to get pregnant and until now it hadn’t happened, this time you were pretty certain of it though.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” Jake’s voice was barely audible with both fear and breathlessness at the delicate and all encompassing feeling of love he felt.

You were stood facing each other with both of you holding the test between you and staring at it far longer than necessary.

“I’m gonna be a dad!” He repeated loudly, and you watched him jump up and down once before he moved down to pull you into a bone crushing hug.

You let out a giggle as you wrapped your arms around Jake’s waist, and felt him press what felt like a thousand kisses to your temple and forehead.

“We’re going to be parents!” He repeated on and on, and Jake’s happiness only emphasized your own.

“I’m going to have a baby with my wife I love more than life itself,” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours.

“I’m going to have a baby,” Jake said, panicked, as he sat in a bar with his friends and coworkers gathered around him.

He had left you to tell his friends about your pregnancy, and he had started to get nervous immediately after leaving your presence.

When he reached the Hard Deck he was a nervous wreck, and Bradley had to buy him a beer before he even managed to get out a word.

“I’m going to have a baby with the woman I love,” he whispered and Bradley chuckled, seeing how happy but incredibly nervous Jake was.

He had never been like this at work, which was weird, given that work to them was a life threatening occurrence.

In comparison to that having a baby wasn’t that scary, but it was the baby’s life on the line, not his own.

“You know, the baby and her will be fine,” Bradley said as he slid Jake’s beer closer to him on the table, turning a little in his seat on the bench they were sharing.

“You’ll be a great dad,” he added.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a dad,” Jake whispered, his eyes finding Bradley’s and trying desperately to find comfort in them.

“I don’t know what to do if it’s a girl or a boy, I’m not a girl dad?”

“You’re not a boy dad either yet,” Bradley chuckled and shook his head.

“You’ll do great, Hangman, there’s no reason to worry,” he added, but Jake only glanced at him worriedly.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be a good dad,” he replied, and Bradley took a second to think.

“Do you want to be a dad?” He asked, and Jake nodded immediately.

“Then you’ll be a good one,” he added with a grin, and it seemed like the message got through to his friend.

Nevertheless a hint of reluctance was still present on his face.

“Listen here, Seresin, you’re an amazing husband,” he started, ignoring the fact that they had never really talked so honestly about such an emotional topic.

“You care for your wife and you provide for her, you’ll do so for your child as well. You love her and you’ll definitely love your kid, so I’m certain that you’ll be a great dad. Not that you need to hear that with the ego you have,” Bradley joked, and Jake only rolled his eyes in response.

After a few beers both of them were visibly relaxed, while they joked around without a care in the world.

“I’ve never seen anyone this scared in my life, soon to be dad,” Bradley laughed, which only resulted in another rolling of eyes from Jake.

“Fuck off, soon to be uncle,” he retorted, which had Bradley’s eyes widen in shocked surprise.

It was Jake’s turn to laugh as he watched his friend realize what he had meant.

“I’ve never seen anyone this surprised in my life,” he continued, reaching over to clap Bradley on the back.

“You didn’t think I’d do this alone, did you? If I’m going down I’ll take my wingman and best man with me,” he grinned.

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[alouiadina]

Hangster oneshot ideas (pick whatever inspires you)

1) Bradley is upset and Jake acts like a complete goofball to cheer him up

2) It's 3 AM and you're blasting loud music and your music taste is great but I HAVE PLACES TO BE TOMORROW, YOU JERK

Title: Anniversary

Word count: 1,860

Bradley seemed to have woken up in a bad mood. 

Jake could practically feel the tension radiating off of him. He had barely said two words to Jake after they had both woken up, and when he asked Bradley if he was okay, all he got was a noncommittal shrug and a mumbled "yeah."

It was now a few hours later, and Bradley hadn't said more than a sentence to him the entire morning, and even then it had only been one word answers.

Jake couldn't help but worry. This wasn't like Bradley at all. Normally, if something was bothering him, Jake would use his usual tactics of corny jokes and funny stories to try and cheer him up. And if all else failed, he would make a complete fool of himself just to get Bradley to laugh.

Jake playfully nudged Bradley and flashed a mischievous grin. "Hey BradBrad," he teased. "Why couldn't the bicycle stand up by itself?"

Bradley's response was a withering glare before he turned to walk away. Undeterred, Jake quickly followed after him. "Because it was two tired!" he called out, a small hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

This time, Bradley stopped in his tracks and turned to face him. But instead of the usual smirk or eye roll that greeted Jake's jokes, Bradley's expression remained stoic and unamused. "That wasn't funny," he deadpanned.

Jake's smile faltered slightly, but he refused to give up. "Oh come on," he persisted, his voice filled with determination and a hint of desperation. "It was hilarious!" 

But Bradley's expression remained stoic and unchanging, a blank look still fixed on his face. Jake couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment.

"Alright," Jake sighed, determined to make Bradley crack a smile. "That one didn't work, let me try another." He cleared his throat dramatically. "What does the nosey pepper do? It gets jalapeño business."

But even this witty pun failed to elicit a reaction from Bradley, who simply turned around and walked away once again. Jake trailed after him persistently, determined to make him crack a smile at least once. 

"Okay okay," he conceded. "That one didn't work either. How about this one: did you hear about the guy that got hit on the head with a can of soda? He was lucky it was a soft drink." 

Jake waited expectantly for Bradley's response, hoping that this time he would finally break through his defenses and make him laugh.

Bradley turned around to look at him, and his gaze was icy and piercing, making Jake feel like he had struck a nerve. "Go away, Jake," Bradley seethed, his voice laced with annoyance and frustration. Jake could feel the tension between them growing thicker by the second.

"Oh come on," Jake chuckled nervously. "Don't tell me you're not laughing at any of those." 

But Bradley's glare only intensified, leaving Jake feeling like he was walking on thin ice. He shifted uncomfortably as Bradley's cold and final tone seeped into his bones. "I said go away," Bradley repeated, his words sharp and cutting.

Feeling rejected, Jake took a small step back as Bradley shoved past him, his shoulders hunched and his face twisted with frustration. "Just leave me alone, I'm not in the mood."

"Bradley-" Jake started, wanting to explain himself, but was cut off by Bradley's angry outburst.

"Just shut up already, Jake!" Bradley interrupted, his eyes flashing with anger. "I don't want to hear anymore of your stupid jokes or stories or whatever the fuck else you're gonna say. Just leave me the fuck alone."

"Bradley, listen, I-"

"No, you listen," Bradley interrupted him, his eyes narrowing. "Just because you think you're so fucking funny doesn't mean you have to try and force your jokes onto everyone else, alright?"

Feeling hurt and confused, Jake took another step back as Bradley continued to berate him. "But I just wanted to-"

"I don't care what you wanted," Bradley snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "Stop trying to be so damn funny all the time. It's annoying as hell and I'm not fucking laughing."

And with that final insult hurled at him, Bradley stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him with such force that it shook the walls.

Stunned and unsure of how to process this sudden outburst, Jake stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing. What had he done wrong?

He tried to recall the last twenty-four hours, trying to pinpoint exactly what he had done wrong. But the more he thought about it, the more confused and hurt he felt. Had he done something to upset Bradley? Was he not supposed to tell jokes today?

Frustrated, he let out a small sigh and sat down on the couch, staring at the floor as he tried to collect his thoughts. He hated seeing Bradley upset like this. Maybe he should apologize.

A nagging voice in his mind suggested that he should just leave Bradley alone. Maybe he didn't need Jake's constant presence. But the thought of not being there for Bradley made Jake's heart ache.

He glanced towards the front door, feeling torn between giving Bradley space and wanting to check on him. What if he was making things worse?

After what felt like an eternity of wallowing in self-doubt and guilt, Jake pulled out his phone and dialed Bradley's number. It went straight to voicemail, causing a wave of panic to surge through Jake.

Jake's voice trembled as he spoke into the phone, his heart heavy with worry. "Hey, BradBrad, it's me, Jake," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Um... I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to cheer you up. Please call me when you get this."

As Jake ended the call, a gnawing sense of unease settled in his chest, weighing heavy on his heart. 

Time dragged on slowly, an eternity passing with each second that ticked by. Agonizing worry consumed Jake, leaving little room for anything else in his mind.

Unable to shake off the creeping anxiety, Jake found himself dialing Bradley's number again. His voice was strained and laced with concern as he spoke into the phone.

"Hey, it's me," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Look, Bradley, I really am sorry. And...I'm starting to get really worried. Please just call me back and let me know you're alright. I love you."

Jake hung up the phone and slumped, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm his racing thoughts. But the worry and helplessness still lingered, clinging to him like a suffocating fog.

Another hour passed, and still nothing from Bradley. Jake was beginning to panic. What if something had happened to him? Without a moment's hesitation, he frantically punched in Bradley's number once more.

"Hey, it's me, again," Jake repeated, his voice laced with worry. 

"Where the fuck are you, Bradley? Please, please answer me," Jake pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. As the call went straight to voicemail, Jake's panic intensified. He could feel his chest tightening, his breaths coming in short gasps. Tears threatened to spill down his cheeks as a sense of helplessness washed over him.

"I don't know what to do. Just call me back and let me know that you're okay," he continued, desperation creeping into his tone. "I love you," he whispered before ending the call.

Closing his eyes, Jake took a deep breath and buried his head in his hands. He sat there for what felt like an eternity, lost in his own despair.

"Bradley, where the fuck are you?"

Jake didn't know what to do.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the hours dragged on like endless days. He was about to call Maverick when he heard the front door open.

"Jake, I'm home."

Relief flooded through him as he looked up to see Bradley standing in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled and exhausted. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, but other than that, he appeared unharmed. Jake's legs moved on their own accord as he rushed towards his partner, enveloping him in a tight embrace. 

"You're okay," Jake whispered, holding Bradley close as if afraid to let go. "Thank god you're okay. I was so fucking worried about you. You weren't answering my calls, and I didn't know where you were, and I was so fucking scared, and-"

"Jake," Bradley interrupted him. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. You were only trying to make me feel better, and I was being a dick, and-"

"It's fine," Jake replied softly, reaching out to take Bradley's hand in his own. He could feel the tension in Bradley's grip, the tremble of his fingers. "You were just having a bad day. I should apologize too, I shouldn't have tried to get you to laugh when you clearly weren't in the mood. I was just trying to be there for you, and I guess I didn't realize that it was just making things worse."

A somber smile graced Bradley's lips as he pulled Jake in for another hug. "You were just trying to cheer me up," he said sadly, his voice cracking with emotion.

Jake held him tight and then pulled away, giving Bradley a concerned look. "What was it that was bothering you so much today? Did something happen?"

Bradley hesitated, his eyes flickering nervously around the room. After a moment, he spoke softly. "Yeah, um... It's just... Today is the day my mother died." He swallowed hard and looked down at his hands. "I guess I wasn't really in the mood to be cheered up."

"Oh." Jake's own eyes widened as the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "Shit, that's today? I didn't- I'm sorry. I didn't know, I shouldn't have-" His words stumbled over each other as he scrambled for an apology.

"Jake," Bradley cut him off gently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. Really. It's not your fault, you didn't know. You were just trying to make me feel better."

"But if I had known, then I wouldn't have-" Jake's voice caught in his throat.

"I know," Bradley replied calmly, his voice filled with empathy. "Which is why I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. It wasn't fair of me to take out my grief on you." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm sorry."

A small smile tugged at Jake's lips as he squeezed Bradley's hand gently. "Hey, it's okay. You're hurting and I understand that. I forgive you."

Bradley gave him a small smile back, and squeezed his hand in return.

"You know," Jake said softly. "If you ever want to talk about her, or about anything, you can always talk to me. I'm here for you."

"Thanks, Jake," Bradley replied, a genuine smile crossing his lips. "But, right now, I just want to sit on the couch with you, and watch a shitty movie, and eat some ice cream."

"That," Jake chuckled, pulling Bradley closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. "I can definitely do."

[topguncortez]

Two At Once - J. Seresin & B. Bradshaw 

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster Bradshaw warnings: smutty, slash pairing (Hangster), dom/sub dynamic, brat taming dynamic, teasing, allusions of sex word count: 800 prompt request: “How do you feel about two at once?” note: I may or may not be tempted to write more about this dynamical pairing. . .

They had been teasing you all night. You knew that Bradley probably told Jake about your proposition. One night, after one too many vodka cranberries, you told Bradley that you often dreamed about being shared between him and Jake. Bradley raised his eyebrows in suspicion while you just giggled drunkenly and leaned against his shoulder. You didn’t think that he was going to remember it, or take it to heart, but he did. For weeks Bradley had subtly dropped hints about it. Most of the time it was while he was balls deep inside of you. 

‘You think he can fuck you like this?’ 

‘You thinking of him or me right now, sweetheart?’ 

‘Were you dreaming of him or me?’ 

You were holding on to your beer bottle with a vice grip as you watched Jake and Bradley interact. Bradley was wearing jeans and his famous combo of white tank top and unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. He knew that it drove you insane, and wore it for a reason. Jake was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt that was tight on his arms and chest. The two of them were awfully close as they played a game of pool. You could see the subtle touches and glances they shared, all trying to tease you. None of the other members of the dagger squad questioned it. 

Most knew of Jake and Bradley’s past. At one point in time, before Bradley met you, he and Jake were fuck buddies. It wasn’t uncommon to see them leaving the Hard Deck together, or walking out of one anothers rooms. You could sometimes cut the sexual tension with a knife between the two of them. You felt a tingle between your legs as you watched Bradley drag his ass over Jake’s crotch. The final straw for you was when you watched Jake lean in and whisper something in Bradley’s ear. 

You slammed your beer bottle down on the counter, catching all the eyes of the dagger squad, and most importantly Jake and Bradley’s. You clenched your jaw and stormed to the bathroom. 

“I think we pissed her off,” Jake said. 

“Nah, she’s just being bratty,” Bradley said, eyes pointed in the direction in which you went, “Come on, I know a way to really get her.” Jake smirked as Bradley grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hallway towards the bathroom. 

You let out a shaky breath as you splashed some cold water on your face. You weren’t quite sure what you were feeling. Part of you felt jealous that Bradley was ignoring you and flirting with Hangman the whole night. You knew of their past and part of you sometimes wondered if Bradley was doing things behind your back. He assured you time and time again, you were the only one who had his heart and the only one he laid next to in bed. 

The other part of you felt incredibly turned on, watching Bradley and Jake together. You knew that they were a good team, they were a part of the legendary Dagger Squad. Every touch, every look, every word that was shared between Bradley and Jake had a shiver going down your spine and making your panties damp. You were sure that Bradley could see your arousal under your skirt as you crossed your legs and squeezed them together. 

“Get yourself together,” You said to reflection. You let out a sigh and fixed your hair, before opening up the door, “No!” You shouted being met with the sight of Bradley and Jake making out in the dark hallway. Bradley pulled away from Jake, a smirk on his face but it quickly dropped seeing your face. 

“Baby,” Bradley said, reaching out for you. 

“No!” You stopped your foot, and crossed your arms over your chest, “You told him, didn’t you. Bradley! I told you that in-” 

“Is she whining?” Jake asked Bradley, as if you weren’t even there. 

“I think she is,” Bradley answered. 

“I’m right here!” You snapped your fingers. 

“Oh and now she’s snapping at us,” Bradley pointed out, “Damn sweetheart, you are just racking up the punishments right now.” Your chest heaved up and down as Bradley walked towards you, backing you against the wall. He placed a hand beside your head, pinning you to the wall, “You know better than to act like a brat. You sat there the whole night, pouting and rubbing your thighs together like a spoiled, horny, brat.” 

“If it wasn’t for Bradley telling me to leave you be, I would’ve had you bent over and crying already,” Jake said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his broad chest. You gulped and looked up at Bradley. His brown eyes were looking at you, and ran a finger down your face. 

“How do you feel about two at once?” Bradley asked, and you looked up at him with wide, lust filled eyes. You looked at Jake, who’s green eyes were hungrily looking you up and down. Then you looked back at Bradley and nodded, “No, I need words. Do you want us both to fuck you at the same time?” 

“Yes,” You answered. Bradley looked over his shoulder and Jake, who had a smirk on his face. 

“Let’s get you home, sweetheart.” 

[vex-glitch]

some snippets from this massive 7k wip heheh

i haven’t even finished chapter one yet and it’s already huge

[nixie-deangel]

🍼🍼🍼 sereshaw dads are actually my reason for living plssssss

🍼 non navy bradley/fighter pilot jake as parents - hangster

"You know you don't need to do everything, when you're home," Bradley points out, even as he lets himself stretch out on the bed. He sinks into the mattress, against the pillows propping him up against the headboard, as he stares at Jake as he holds his daughter close to his chest, smiling down to her as he hums whatever tune is in his head. "Might not," Jake agrees softly, "but you get her all week to yourself." "Like I'm not fighting off all four of your sisters and your mom, when it comes to her," Bradley snorts out a laugh. Cause while that is true, he also knows he isn't really doing much fighting with them, because the moment Bradley even hints at wanting his daughter wrapped up in his embrace, they pass her over without a fuss. "Regardless," Jake cuts in, turning to shoot Bradley a mock glare before his gaze drops back down to the sleeping baby in his arms. "I have to deal with assholes and idiots all week, while you get to cuddle our baby girl, so let me steal her for all the time I won't get with her while I'm gone in flight school and for when I'll be deployed." Bradley swallows down the sudden urge to pull Jake into his arms, to smoother this man, this impossibly ridiculous man in kisses and love. And instead keeps himself relaxed against the mound of pillows piled against the headboard. "Alright, baby, I'll let you steal her all you want," he murmurs quietly. A promise and a vow, as he stares at the two halves of his heart. "But know we will be giving her to your sisters or your mom at some point, so I can get some alone time with you tonight."

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