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Take more chances, dance more dances 2/2

~12k EXPLICIT Hangster AU Meet!Cute with Jake as the best man at Natasha and Javy's wedding and Bradley is the instructor teaching them how to dance... (Side Mav/Cyclone (and vaguest hints of Javy/Nat/Bob if you're looking))

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

They didn’t exchange numbers, there was no need to when there’s already been an email with Bradley’s number right there on the bottom. He enters it into his phone and adds a couple of eggplant emojis because he’s nothing if not honest with himself about what he’s entering the number into his phone for. He doesn’t send a message though, he entered his own number into the sign-up sheet when he did the health and safety forms. Bradley can also contact him if he wants.

He can wait a couple of days.

Maybe.

… … …

“What are you drinking?” Jake asks, taking a sip from the side.

“It’s a mojito…”

Huh. That’s the smell of the body wash Bradley uses. Just the scent has his dick stirring in his pants and he can’t believe he’s somehow developed a Pavlovian response to a scent combo from one time.

… … …

It’s been niggling at the back of his head, what Natasha Trace had said, about wanting to bring their wedding forward. Jake talking about needing a grateful to be alive connection and he wonders. There is a lot that Mav can’t and won’t tell him, but he’d kind of hoped the days of him nearly dying while flying were over. Apparently not. He’s already dealt with too much in the last two months; the phone call about Mav being missing and Ice’s funeral. And now there’s a third thing. Of course there is. These things always come in fucking threes, even if Mav is clearly alive and well.

He needs to talk to Mav.

He has nothing in his schedule until after lunch, the morning meant to be for personal practice and yoga and choreography for the students he’s coaching at competition level. None of that is important though, he needs to reassure himself that Mav is in fact alive and well and he pulls up out front of his house twenty minutes later.

“Bradley, hey buddy. Wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“I know. I just needed to see you though. See that you’re alive.”

Mav’s eyes go sharp at that, and Bradley knows, knows they have both had nightmares about his dad dying. His own nightmares morphed into Mav dying. And he’s lost his mom and Ice to cancer. He has Mav and Aunty Sarah and Uncle Slider and their kids but…

“You almost died on your last mission huh?”

“What? How did you – Why do you think that?”

“Call it an educated guess, which you just confirmed. What the fuck Mav… I’ve already had to deal with one phone call telling me that you were fucking missing and then find out you almost died on a different mission? When you told me you were going to start taking it easy this isn’t what I envisioned!”

“I’m retiring.”

The quick statement pulls him up and stops his internal rant.

“What?”

“Two ejections… almost dying more than once. Losing Ice. I think those days are all behind me.”

“Two ejections! You won’t be cleared to fly again anyway. Holy shit. You’re like a fucking cat. It’s a wonder your skeleton isn’t rattling itself out of your body… fucking hell…”

“Yeah well. It’s a little harder to get moving in the morning now.”

“Yeah, I bet. You should start doing yoga with me.”

“Well, I’ll have time. What with the whole retiring thing…”

“I’ve heard those words before,” he says, still skeptical.

“I mean them this time…”

Bradley hums, takes in the somber expression on Mav’s face and realizes he might actually be serious.

“Okay… well. I’ve got plenty of stuff you can help with.”

“I haven’t suddenly gotten better at dancing.”

“I wasn’t asking you to dance. Pretty sure you can fix my aircon unit though…”

“Yeah, I can take a look at it.”

… … …

The next time the four of them walk into the dance studio he has a better idea of what to expect. Has been anticipating it since he left Bradley’s apartment on Monday night. What he doesn’t expect is the freezing Arctic temperature. It’s not that hot outside. They’re going to need to go and get jackets.

“Hey guys, sorry about the temperature. We had someone look at the aircon, and they got it working but broke the thermostat so it’s either stuck on cooling or heating and we have no control over anything in between. I’ll turn it off now,” Cheryl says, and she’s wearing a puffer jacket and walking toward the control panel. She’s also wearing dance attire, a short sparkly dress, probably fairly revealing on top which has lead to the puffer jacket. Definitely not what she’d been wearing on Monday and he wonders what class is happening later that warrants her wearing it. Wonders what Bradley might be wearing. He spies him coming through the door then, and unfortunately it’s simply black pants and t-shirt, although Jake has to admit he does make it look good.

“Hey guys, good to see you again,” he greets, gives Jake a slow smile which makes him feel warm. Yeah. “Have you guys practiced your steps?”

They have, one night with probably too much alcohol involved for it to be beneficial, but they’re not difficult steps. Bradley takes them through them, corrects them a little but is pretty complimentary on the whole.

“So we’re going to partner up tonight. Nat, you and Javy obviously. Bob, you’ll dance with Cheryl. Jake… you’re with me.”

Of course there are eye rolls, smirks and snorts but Jake doesn’t fucking care. He’s not ashamed that he’s had sex with Bradley, and clearly Bradley isn’t ashamed, just gives Jake a wink that tells him he’s maybe remembering their night together.

Dancing with Bradley feels like foreplay, his body reacting without his permission and Bradley seems to know it too. Asshole. His hands brush over Jake just a little longer than necessary, his eyes falling to Jake’s lips and god he wants. He’s definitely supporting a half-chub, knows Bradley knows it, with all the times he’s brushed up against Jake for no reason, because the waltz doesn’t fucking call for body contact like that. He knows that much. As Bradley pauses, walks them through the steps, the corner-turns, Jake lets his mind wander. Bradley’s apartment is upstairs, scene of the crime as it were, and neither of them have messaged, but there’s interest there. He didn’t think he’d feel this horny after getting such a good lay on Monday, but apparently his body knows when he’s onto a good thing.

“You got another class after this?” Jake asks as they turn into and out of a corner, and he can’t remember the steps exactly, but Bradley is very easy to lead.

“Sure do.”

“Want me to come back around finishing time?”

“Or we could go upstairs and use my thirty-minute break far more creatively than I would otherwise.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah…”

He somehow manages the rest of the lesson without getting fully erect or dry-humping Bradley while dancing. He hopes Javy and Nat appreciate how much restraint he’s showing. Of course it doesn’t stop them sending him knowing looks when he says he’ll see them later, flicks them a one-fingered salute and heads toward the door he knows leads to Bradley’s apartment. Can hear Bradley coming up the stairs behind him, his hand reaching around to push open the door to his apartment, guiding Jake in with his body.

Bradley doesn’t waste any time, drops to his knees and is deftly working Jake’s belt and jeans open, tugging them down, mouth already letting out puffs of warm air on Jake’s exposed skin.

“Jesus fuck…”

“We’re on a time crunch, don’t even think of holding back okay?”

He doesn’t bother answering, just nods, because holding back wasn’t an option considering how he’s been half-hard for the last hour, far harder now with Bradley’s mouth brushing along the sensitive skin of his cock. Then there’s the tear of foil and a condom being rolled down and his cock is encased in tight hot heat as Bradley’s mouth follows the roll of latex down.

“Fuck…”

Bradley just hums, the gentle vibration magnifying as it travels through Jake’s body until he’s also vibrating with pleasure. He’s at Bradley’s mercy, his fingers stroking at Jake’s balls, mouth sucking hard, with distinct purpose and he lets himself just sink into the sensations. Enjoy the confident movements of a man who knows and wants to bring about pleasure as fast as fucking possible. He jerks as Bradley swallows around him, the heat and pressure ramping up for the briefest of moments before it’s back to rapid sucking. He’s not getting the opportunity to settle into any rhythm and he can appreciate the commitment Bradley clearly has to getting this over and done with as quickly as possible.

He doesn’t let himself feel embarrassed by how quickly he comes, hopes Bradley takes it as a compliment that Jake is as clearly as goal focused as he is and he whines and reaches for Bradley, wants to return the favor rather desperately.

“Uh uh. I’m going to save this for later… if you’re going to be here later. You can stay. If you want. Have a nap or shower and then we can have round two when I’m finished.”

“Sounds perfect, I’ll wait here,” Jake says, letting himself slump against the wall so his legs will have less to worry about regarding balance and keeping him upright.

“Help yourself to the food in the fridge and freezer.”

“Wait, what are you going to eat?”

“I’m going to slam back a protein shake and a banana, brush my teeth and hope like hell Cheryl hasn’t already blabbed about what I’ve been up to. I’ll see you later.”

He gives Jake a quick kiss, his smirk clearly amused as Jake just stands there, dazed, his cock still out and wrapped, jeans around his knees and likely looking as blown away as he feels. He realizes quickly, once Bradley’s clearly gone. That he’s pretty much trapped, either he walks through the dance studio to exit the building, or he just stays where he is.

Round two it is then.

Easiest decision ever.

… … …

“So how did you get into dancing anyway?” Jake asks him, looking thoroughly wrecked and Bradley approves of the look.

He’d come up from his class, really needing a shower, to find Jake already in said shower, stretching himself open. It had taken a matter of minutes of Jake’s hands and mouth on him for him to be hard, enough time to feel suitably rinsed off and then they’d been back in bed. And now Jake is making conversation as opposed to running for the door and he approves of that too.

“Ha. It’s… Well. I was an idiot and took my step-dad’s bike, crashed it and almost killed myself. I had a lot of rehab. A lot. Swimming and dancing were the ones which made me feel like I could get back to enjoying life again. And it turned out that dancing and music were just something that came easy to me.”

“A natural huh?”

“I guess. My mom was a dancer.”

“Dancers do have a lot going for them…”

Bradley snorts in amusement, because that’s not the worst pick-up line he’s heard, but it’s close. Jake doesn’t need to use pick-up lines though, he’s already in Bradley’s bed.

… … …

It carries on like that for a couple of weeks, Jake simply hanging around after his lesson, them falling into bed after Bradley’s class. They end up hooking up three, four or even five times a week, always after Bradley is finished with his classes. It’s been a long time since he’s had so much sex, so regular. It’s super convenient and Bradley finds he also enjoys Jake’s company, when he deigns to stay a little longer. He doesn’t mind the whole getting sex on the regular, but is a little surprised when he enters the dance hall and sees Jake loitering near the water cooler.

“Hey. Didn’t expect to see you today.”

“Javy and Phoenix are doing cake tasting. Which seems a little weird considering his favorite is strawberry-vanilla and hers is chocolate. Just… I don’t understand weddings.”

“You and me both, although I’m glad they often feature a first dance. Keeps me busy.”

“And are you? Busy that is?”

“Well, I actually have a community class today. It’s a free dance lesson and anyone can come along. I get a lot of kids. You don’t have to hang around.”

“And if I want to?”

“Well, I won’t stop you.”

The room fills with dozens of people, most of them kids but none younger than about six or seven actually come onto the dance floor part of the room. There’s plenty of parents sitting on this side, keeping the younger kids entertained. He usually does two circles of dancers, one inner and one outer but he glances over at Jake and remembers their first meeting.

“In honor of my friend Jake here I thought we’d do a little line dancing today, which is his specialty. Him and I will show you a demonstration and then we’ll see what we can teach you okay?”

… … …

Jake laughs and shakes his head, because he hasn’t done line dancing properly in years, but he did do it for many many years, is still dragged out every time he goes home and he remembers everything; his parents wouldn’t let his forget this big a part of their family tradition and time together. Easy as breathing. Just not something he usually broadcasts, but he’s going to enjoy this.

“Four wall dance to a thirty-two count? No hooks, no bridges? Right?”

That gets Bradley attention and Jake smirks at the flash of arousal he sees in Bradley’s eyes. He was right, dancing does turn him on. Jake is prepared to rock his world if he’s going to think making Jake do a little line dancing is going to make him uncomfortable. He’s got tone on this type of dancing if nothing else.

“You’ve been holding out on me Lieutenant…”

“I haven’t been holding out at all.”

Bradley throws his head back and laughs, delighted and Jake grins, pleased with himself.

“Okay everyone, we’re going to let Jake show us his fancy foot work, I’m going to try and keep up with him, and then we’ll show you something you can all learn. Sound good?”

There’s a little cheer, and this is obviously the format that Bradley uses every time and Jake shakes out his shoulders and rolls his neck, loosening up, wondering what music Bradley is going to put on, trusts him to know what will make a more interesting demo anyway. When the first words announce Good time he barks out a laugh. Of course. He gestures to the empty space beside him, quirks his eyebrow at Bradley expectantly. Bradley steps in, accepts the challenge Jake is laying down and fuck this is fun.

He counts in and kicks off, seeing Bradley following out of the corner of his eye, and as he steps, kicks and toe struts his way through the first quarter-turn. He says the moves, broadcasting what he’s about to do give Bradley a chance to keep up and he does; grinning the whole time and Jake had forgotten how much fun this is. He adds more complexity as soon as Bradley seems to have got it, changing from wall to wall although he keeps the primary steps the same, knows Bradley might try and teach this and wants to give him a chance of it making it look a little similar. The song is only five minutes long, comes to an end far sooner than he’d like, is enjoying dancing like this with Bradley and he’s enjoying it too if the look he’s giving Jake is anything to go by. He’d thought he’d seen all of Bradley’s bedroom eyes after three weeks but this is a new one.

“Holy shit, you can dance. Fuck you’re hot when you move like that… no wonder you’ve picked up the waltz so easily.”

“You think so huh?”

“God yes. You able to stay? Want you to fuck me.”

Jake doesn’t know if he’s ever going to quite get used to Bradley just blatantly stating what he wants, no coy games or making him guess.

“Yeah, okay. We can do that.”

“Good. Now I have to get through the rest of this session with a semi, so thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome darlin’, anytime…”

“Promises promises,” Bradley says, walking backwards away from Jake but his grin is lascivious and he is indeed noticeably half-hard in his pants.

… … …

He’s ready to kill him. He’s somehow fixed and re-broken the AC. Decided the water cooler needed upgrading, which has resulted in them now having to hire a replacement until a proper repair man comes. Bradley’s car needed an oil change, which had gone smoothly, but then he’d decided to tune it, and of course it’s now in pieces. He’s lucky he can walk pretty much everywhere he needs to go.

“Mav, seriously, what is up with you? You need to find something to do which isn’t breaking everything of mine that you touch. Please.”

“I’m bored.”

“Yeah, no shit. Surely there’s someone else you can annoy.”

The expression on Mav’s face breaks his heart and fuck, he realizes it’s usually Ice that Maverick annoyed and he reaches for him, hugs him, feels guilty that he hadn’t realized earlier.

“I miss him too. Have you thought about going and helping Sarah with her grandkids though? Would that help?”

“Maybe. They make me feel old.”

“Mav… “

“Don’t say it.”

Bradley huffs, gives Mav a quick squeeze and steps away, ignores the quick swipe Mav takes at his eyes.

“You want to come to the wedding with me? They’ve given me a plus-one.”

“You mean Javy and Natasha’s wedding?”

“Yeah. Is there another wedding coming up that I should know about?”

“No… but I’m not going as your plus one. Take Hondo. Even Beau would be a better option than me…” Oh. There’s an idea. “Actually, you want to do something truly scary Mav? Ask Beau to be your plus-one to the wedding.”

“Cyclone isn’t interested in me like that.”

“What, so he might say no? Is the great Maverick Mitchell a little scared of rejection?” Bradley goads, because he learnt from Ice that one of the best ways to get Mav to do something was tell him he either couldn’t, or he’d somehow fail if he did. And Bradley has a pretty good hunch that Beau won’t say no.

… … …

“Uh, so I know it’s really late notice, but I was wondering if you’d come to the wedding as my date…”

Bradley laughs and shakes his head, looks up then and realizes Jake has taken that the wrong way, expression shuttering to cool indifference and he doesn’t want that. He presses himself against Jake, nibbles on his ear and kisses along his jaw and enjoys the fine scrape of stubble against his lip.

“I actually already got asked to be someone’s plus one to the wedding. Just this morning in fact…” Bradley says, rolling his hips against the swell of Jake’s ass. “And I turned them down. Was sort of hoping for a better offer…”

“Oh?” Jake asks, and he sounds curious and Bradley pulls back so he can see his grin.

“Yeah… and yes. I’d like to go with you.”

“Glad to hear it…”

… … …

Bradley is happy with how they look, their last practice before the actual wedding day in three days and they’re gliding across the floor beautifully. Natasha and Javy seem relaxed and happy, their respective sisters here for this final lesson and Jake and Bob look equally good although he misses dancing with Jake himself. He’s a little surprised when they switch partners, Bob suddenly switching to dance with Javy, who has clearly been learning how to both lead and be lead. Jake takes Natasha and the sisters pair off, one of them also taking the lead and he feels a little in the dark about the whole thing but he’s not disappointed. He could have helped if he’d known this was something they wanted.

He chances a quick glance at Jake, who’s just looking softly pleased with the whole thing and he wonders if it was a bit more spur of the moment. There’s learning to do something with no intention of ever showing anyone, and then doing this. It’s not like it’s their actual wedding reception, however he’s starting to get an inkling that maybe it would be fine if it was. They switch partners again, this time Bob with Natasha and Jake with Javy. Jake is now being lead and he feels a flash of what he thinks is annoyance and he’s not sure what he’s annoyed about exactly. Then Jake is peeling off and grinning at him.

“You wanna take me for a spin?”

“You know I do…” Bradley says, and then he’s leading Jake across the floor in a waltz, and Jake’s not as practiced as he is when he’s leading, but it’s still passable and Bradley realizes that he’d maybe been jealous rather than annoyed. Huh.

“I don’t have a class tonight. There’s a two-week break. Was wondering if you maybe wanted to go and get dinner?”

“You mean you eat proper food? Not just protein shakes?”

“Shut up, my main meal is lunch because I have more time to cook during the day. You want to go and eat or not?”

“Think I can be persuaded.”

… … …

Natasha and Javy manage to get him alone, asking him if he’d like to attend their wedding and he laughs, says he’s already coming and wonders briefly why Jake hasn’t told them he’s got Bradley coming as his date. Both sets of eyebrows go up when he tells them and he’s not sure how to take it.

… … …

He didn’t know if they were going to be wearing their dress uniforms or suits, but clearly they’ve gone with suits and Jake looks drop dead gorgeous. He looks good normally, but in a form-fitting suit he is stunning. Everyone else looks good too, all of them unfairly good looking really, but it’s Jake that holds his attention and he realizes then that maybe he’s starting to fall a little in love. That wasn’t his plan, and he feels a little disconcerted, because Jake will be leaving. Will forget him and just move on to better and brighter things, far away from Bradley. He needs to be realistic and prepare for that eventuality.

The wedding ceremony is late in the day on a Thursday, held in a small chapel not far from the base and he’s had to get a ride from Beau and Mav, which is amusing (for many reasons, not least Beau insisting on driving) however also annoying, seeing as his car is still not functional; or in one piece. The ceremony is quick but sincere, he likes the fact that both Javy and Natasha have a best-man and a bridesmaid each, clearly not holding to any particular traditions or societal expectations. There’s about fifty people in attendance, and having spent so much time with the wedding party over the last four weeks he actually feels like he knows them quite well, although Bob is wearing a ring on his ring finger and he would swear he never wore one before.

Natasha and Javy almost run up the aisle in their delight, their best men following behind them and Jake winks at him as he goes past, he rolls his eyes but can’t resist smiling. The bride and groom’s sister follow much more sedately, looking bemused at the whoops of congratulations happening from excitable family and friends. There are photos outside, Bradley stands off to the side with Mav and Beau, although Mav gets called up to have photos with the bride and groom, and then Beau is called up as well. He’s glad he just gets called up for a large group photo and then he expects the wedding party to disappear for more photos but instead they’re all heading to the restaurant of a hotel for dinner and he finds himself back in the backseat of Beau’s car again.

… … …

The function room is nicely set out, a sliding divider-wall making the room smaller and more intimate. There’s a decently sized dance floor to one side, decorations and flowers and this feels far more traditionally wedding-like and he suspects it’s the hotels doing rather than personal preference on behalf of either Natasha or Javy. He leaves Mav and Beau as soon as he can, grabs a glass of champagne and walks in any direction that is away from them, stilted conversation and all. It’s weird hearing them try to be polite to each other.

“I forgot you said that Mav was a family friend…” Jake says, coming up beside him and Bradley opens his mouth and then shuts it again. Looks across to Mav who is still awkwardly talking with Beau who looks either amused or terrified, Bradley’s not actually sure.

“Uh… Yeah. I mean… he is. But… didn’t he tell you?”

“Tell me what?” Jake asks, also looking towards Mav, eyebrow quirking upwards as he takes in the fact he’s almost touching Beau with his hand, clearly uncertain, which is an odd look on him. They’ve been dancing around each other for fucking years, and not literally dancing, if it had been actual dancing they would have fucked by now. He knows Beau has been unable to do or say anything with the differences in rank, but now that Mav is officially retired he’s hopeful that maybe they’ll both come to their collective senses. “Did they come together?”

“Yeah, with me in the backseat. This is their first date. Mav is like my dad.”

“What?”

“Uh… which part?”

“You came with them… and this is their first – wait. Maverick is your dad?”

“No. My dad was his RIO. Mav is my godfather, though he pretty much raised me after my dad died. I can’t believe you didn’t know. Shit. Sorry. I seriously thought he would have mentioned it. I would have mentioned it if I had thought you didn’t know.”

“No… just the whole family friend thing.”

“Well, that’s not wrong either, it’s just not quite the whole picture. Anyway, Mav has been bored out of his mind since he retired. He took my car and it’s now in fucking pieces at his hangar, leaving me without a car. And those two have been… antagonistic toward each other, for years, and I was pretty sure it was unresolved sexual tension and watching them now, I know it was.”

“That explains some things.”

“Does it?”

“Yeah. Pretty sure if Admiral Simpson said the sky was blue Mav would somehow disagree just to annoy him…”

“Oh yeah. Mav annoys the people he loves. It’s a thing with him. Beau doesn’t know what’s going to hit him.”

“Can I just say hearing you call Admiral Simpson by his first name will never not be weird.”

“Well, before he died I used to call the COMPACFLT Uncle Ice, or Uncle Tom, so let that rock your world.”

Jake looks suitably weirded out and Bradley grins, takes a sip of his drink.

“How many Admirals do you know?”

“More than any civilian should probably. Maybe ten?”

“Definitely too many.”

They get through the dinner, speeches which are thankfully short, then he’s watching the first dance, feeling proud as Javy and Natasha glide beautifully across the floor. After their first circuit around the dance floor the rest of the wedding party joins them. Another circuit and then it’s an open invitation and just like they’d done at their last practice, Natasha and Bob dance together while the sisters pair up and Jake and Javy navigate around the floor. He lets them do one lap and then he moves, aiming for Jake with purpose, cutting in smoothly, gets a slap on the back from Javy.

“Having fun?”

“Think it’s one of the nicest weddings I’ve been to,” Bradley admits, and he realizes that Jake has been leading him to the edge of the dance floor and he’s a little disappointed. He enjoys dancing, especially with Jake; although the column Jake is now leaning against does offer some potential possibilities that immediately flood his mind.

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me.”

“I’m sure we can come together later too…”

“Way to lower the tone… real classy.”

“We just waltzed around the room, that was classy enough,” Bradley says, because if he can’t dance with Jake then he’ll take up his other favorite activity, turning him on. He shifts slightly, looks around and then moves his hand across the front of Jake’s pants, a casual movement to any onlooker, but definitely not casual for Jake, the quick firm press of Bradley’s hand on his cock making him look a little scandalized and Bradley can’t help but laugh.

“You wanna try me pretty boy?” Bradley asks, knowing Jake likes pushing boundaries as much as Bradley enjoys laying them down.

“Yeah, but time and place. Best friend’s wedding… probably not the place? Or the time?”

“They’re all paying attention to the bride and groom. Trust me. You’ve got all my attention.” Jake shifts and Bradley is pretty sure he’s getting turned on. Good. “You’ve always got my attention.”

Jake doesn’t say anything, but there’s a little hitch to his breathing, enough to tell him that Jake’s definitely getting hard. He’s had weeks of learning his body and reactions in bed, so the only thing different now is the fact they’re fully dressed and surrounded by people.

“Forgot to say, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

He turns his body slightly, pretending to want to look out over the dance floor, but the jut of his thigh and hip brush against Jake’s groin with intent and he hides a pleased grin as he hears Jake moan.

“You planning on keeping me on edge all night?”

“Honey, this isn’t anywhere near an edge, this is just me teasing you… I think I’ll go and dance for a bit, let you collect yourself.”

… … …

He watches as Bradley goes to cut-in, this time it’s Javy’s sister, the accomplished dancer and she moves fluidly with Bradley, definitely looking good and it doesn’t help his burgeoning erection at all. The man can move and he fucking knows it, showing off when he knows Jake is watching.

“So, Bradley huh?”

He freezes, blood running cold. And yeah. That’ll do it. Maverick.

“Uh, what was that Mav?”

“Bradley. You’re the one he’s here with. He refused point blank to consider coming as my plus one.”

“Think your plus-one is happy you asked him…” Jake says, seeing Admiral Simpson dancing with Phoenix. He looks at Mav and then notes the blush, just the barest hint of pink and he wouldn’t have caught it except for the fact that he’d also shifted and ducked his head, looking fucking bashful of all things and Jake wonders just how much dating experience this man has.

But then he realizes that Bradley got asked by Mav to be his plus-one, not some other person like he’d thought, but his father figure and something inside him relaxes, just a little. He could have asked, but he’s not used to asking for what he wants and he’d desperately wanted to know. And now he does. He somehow manages to make small talk with Mav until Admiral Simpson comes over and invites Mav to dance with him. He’s quickly rejoined by Bradley, who is watching Mav and Admiral Simpson with a slightly horrified expression.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Mav cannot dance at all.”

“I don’t think Admiral Simpson cares…” Jake states as he watches the two of them just sway and watch each other while trying to look like they’re not watching each other. He’s pretty sure he’s blushing from the secondhand embarrassment.

“You know I was thinking, I wouldn’t mind edging you, working you up until you’re so desperate to come you cry for me… Think you’d look very pretty like that.”

Jake remembers Bradley saying a similar thing their first night together and he’s never been with someone with that level of patience. Or the patience to put up with him whining about wanting to come. He feels that Bradley would likely gag him to stop him whining and the little sound that escapes him at just the thought is quiet, but Bradley definitely catches it, head turning immediately, eyebrow quirking up and smile slow as he realizes that Jake is apparently very much into the idea.

“Mmm. Shame we can’t really explore that right now. This is not the time or place. And we can’t leave before the bride and groom.”

“I can go and tell them to leave?”

Bradley laughs, angles his head to kiss at his neck just above his collar and he can’t believe that this is just Bradley being playful. Fuck.

“Won’t hurt you to practice some patience. Think you’ll need it.”

… … …

He dances with everyone who seems like they want to dance, meets grandparents and parents, friends, and colleagues and tries to ensure everyone has a good time. Every time he sees Jake alone he takes him for a dance, makes sure the music suits either the waltz they know, or is something close to what Jake can confidently dance to. He finds the music, controlled by a guy called Mikey, and asks him to queue up Good Time, quickly lets Natasha, Javy and Bob know he’s going to organize a line dance, and they’re all enthusiastic. He drags Jake into the center front to help lead and then he has nearly everyone present dancing, tapping and stepping to the music; laughter when they get it wrong but he feels high on the enjoyment of everyone around him.

Between each couple of dances with others he returns to Jake, runs his hand down his arm, kisses his neck or cheek softly, leaves him talking with whichever guest he’s trying to hold a conversation with before he goes back to dancing, confident that Jake is getting more and more wound up. The idea of taking him apart and watching him unwind all in one go has his own arousal simmering away lowly.

Finally Natasha and Javy are walking around and saying goodbye to everyone. There’s no bouquet toss or garter thing, instead the bouquet is handed to Natasha’s grandmother very carefully, who pats her cheek and then gives her a shooing gesture with her free hand. She clearly doesn’t need to be told twice, grinning and waving at everyone as she tugs Javy with her. He guesses that most people have work tomorrow, it’s not even midnight, as now that they’ve left there’s only a small group of people who seem to be discussing staying, while the grandparents are definitely heading out.

“I have a room upstairs,” Jake says, his voice barely above a whisper and Bradley turns, wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, angles their bodies so Jake is rubbing against his side and he can definitely feel a half-firm cock in his pants. Yeah, he wants to leave now.

“Perfect. Let’s go…” Bradley says, and he spies Mav talking to someone, his pinky finger adorably hooked around Beau’s like he’s afraid of letting him go. Seeing as Mav is busy he aims his comments at Beau. “I’ll find my own way home. You have a good night Admiral.”

Beau looks quietly pleased while Mav looks flushed and Bradley doesn’t want to wonder about why. Instead, want to focus on Jake and getting him to a state where he can barely remember his own name. He follows Jake through the lobby to the elevators, holds him and discreetly palms him through his pants, angles his body to stop prying eyes and puts his mouth to Jake’s ear.

“You look so fucking hot in this suit. Seems a shame to take it off…”

“You should see me in my uniform…”

“Meh. Uniforms don’t do anything for me,” Bradley admits. “At least not military ones. Grew up seeing too many of them. This though? Trying to decide whether I want to fuck you in it or not…”

… … …

Jake can barely breathe, unable to take deep breaths with how tight his entire body is feeling. Bradley’s words aren’t helping, and he forces his brain to connect words into comprehensible sentences. Walks stiffly down the hall to his hotel room, Bradley’s hand under his jacket but burning hot through the fabric of his shirt. He pushes open the door and steps inside.

“I want to say not, simply because of how much it cost me, but also, that’s what dry cleaning is for right? And I kind of like the idea of thinking about you fucking me in it every time I wear it in the future.”

That seems to sell it for Bradley, his hands not hesitating in pulling Jake’s shirt out from his pants with one hand, other hand on his belt, mouth on Jake’s and he sways into him, presses his body against Jake’s and god, he’ll never grow tired of the way Bradley moves against him and he leans against the wall for support.

“Wanna fuck you like this,” Bradley says, his voice pitched low in Jake’s ear and his skin prickles at the level of intensity in his voice.

“You can.”

“I know.”

Bradley strips quickly, clearly wants to be naked while he has Jake fully clothed, shirt untucked, belt undone but that’s all that’s happened. Bradley is moving around with purpose, grabbing a couple of towels, getting Jake’s directions for lube and condoms. He’s standing there, fully clothed, and getting harder in his pants at just the thought of Bradley fucking him. He never used to be this fucking easy. Then Bradley is back, gloriously naked in front of him, his cock bouncing around with growing interest, hands running all over Jake’s body, slipping over his shoulders and taking his suit jacket off. Part of him wants to leave it on, an extra layer of protection maybe for how exposed he’s feeling right now.

“How about we at least remove the jacket, don’t want you to overheat… another time though, air-conditioned room, definitely want to explore that.”

Like realizing that Mav was the other person who had asked Bradley to the wedding, hearing Bradley talk about times in the future where they’re still fucking makes his stomach twist with pleasure and relief maybe. Then he’s being shuffled toward the bed, falling onto it, bouncing a little and then Bradley’s pressing him down, naked skin fucking everywhere and he kisses him, lips sliding and he can feel Bradley’s erection pressing against his, separated by only two layers of fabric and he jerks up, wanting more friction.

Without his permission or say-so Bradley’s leaning back, kneeling above him, shifting to be carefully positioned above his knees, hand rubbing with firm intent over his cock, fingers nimbly undoing the button and clasp of his pants, lowering the fly carefully. Then Bradley’s tugging his pants and underwear together, under the curve of his ass before carefully maneuvering the front over his erection. He leans down and licks a stripe up Jake’s cock, sucks at the head far too briefly to be anything but a tease and he groans.

“You good?” Bradley asks, and his tone is lower than Jake’s ever heard it, raspy and fuck he sounds good.

“You know it…”

Bradley hums then, gives his cock another too-quick suck but then he’s moving away, rolling Jake onto his side, bringing his legs up into a curl and he runs a finger over the crease between his ass cheeks. Then Bradley is tugging his tie undone, looping it through one of his shirt cuffs, then the other, and it’s not quite a front hog-tie but both his wrists are now at the mercy of Bradley. He could easily flick the cufflinks out, get free, but he won’t. He wants to see where Bradley’s going to take this, is desperate to see where Bradley might take this.

To his disappointment the tie is released, but not removed from where it’s looped; he hears the snap of the lid and then there’s the press and wipe of too much lube around his hole and he doesn’t want to whine about the amount of lube, but he also totally does. He keeps quiet though. He also wants to complain about the amount of time it’s taking, but he’s learnt to trust Bradley, trust that he has a plan and it’s never let him down yet.

“So hard for you already…”

Oh.

He hears the now familiar tear of foil and more lube, and they’re going to make an absolute mess of the bed, but he doesn’t care in the slightest. Then Bradley’s reaching for the tie again, pulling it into a loop in his hands and then leans down to kiss at the hinge of his jaw, catches his lips in a kiss. The way Bradley has him doesn’t make it easy, his thighs are together, unable to be spread with his pants around his thighs, his shirt cuffs and tie keeping his wrists clamped firmly to the bed under Bradley’s left hand. His right-hand palms over his ass, the only part of him that’s naked and exposed, a finger brushing down the length of his ass crack again before focusing a few strokes just on his hole.

“This okay Jake?”

He groans, thrusts back on the finger stroking over his hole in a too-soft stroke.

“Need words Jake…”

“Yes. Fuck. Yes. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something.”

“That’s all I needed to know…”

Then he feels the slide of a finger into him, and it doesn’t get as deep as he’s used to, Bradley’s knuckles pressing into the flesh of his ass and he wants to spread his legs, wants Bradley deeper. But he can’t, too constricted, all he can do is press back, let Bradley do his whole maddeningly slow thing where he completely ignores whatever it is Jake says and instead listens to his body, somehow able to read it fluently. He’s got one of his knees behind Jake’s knees, and he’s pressing Jake down into the bed with his body and god it feels good.

“Oh god… fuck you’re tight,” Bradley says, sliding two fingers in, and he can feel Bradley’s teeth pressing down on his bicep through the fabric of his shirt and he wonders if he will get the shirt cleaned after all. Maybe keep it as a souvenir to remind him of this. Of Bradley. All he can do is jerk minutely, barely a flex of muscle and he wants to touch his cock, can’t, and he feels increasingly desperate. Bradley’s fingers are moving non-stop, tugging at his rim, knuckles pressing and massaging at the tight muscles, and he squeezes his eyes shut, gasps at the press of three fingers.

“Going to mess you up…”

“Yeah, yeah… come on. Please.”

Jake can’t believe how hard he is. He’s never had sex while wearing a suit, but he’s also never been fucked while being quite this restrained and he wants to know whether it’s one or the other, or the combination. Or is it just a Bradley thing? He’d briefly thought it would be little bit awkward, with Bradley only having one hand to try and hold Jake open and guide his cock. But there’s lube and apparently Bradley’s cock has a homing beacon in it, because the press of Bradley’s cock into him is slow and sure.

“You’re so fucking good…”

Jake makes a sound he can’t even begin to describe, the love-child between a whine and moan, hopes Bradley realizes it’s a good sound, because his tongue feels thick in his mouth, unable to form proper words, his breath stuttering in and out. He’s been turned on for hours, getting more and more desperate for this with every little touch Bradley had given him. And Bradley had known what he was doing, the entire time. His eyes had been dark with arousal as he held Jake in his arms as they danced, running his fingers over the back of Jake’s hand, placing soft kisses on the side of Jake’s jaw. Every single look and touch a promise for later.

“Fuck Jake… how are you so fucking perfect. God.”

Bradley’s thrusting, quick quick sloooow, pushingin fast and relentless, but dragging out slowly, his breathing shifting to shuddery exhales as he clearly lets himself feel Jake’s body around him. Pushing back in quickly before repeating the slow drag out. Over and over and over. Quick quick sloooow. He desperately wants to touch his cock now, is shifting against nothing in the vain hope he might get some friction, something, anything. He can see the head, dark against the unintentional framing of his white shirt, can feel dampness where his own precum has been caught on the fabric.

“Yeah, your cock looks so good against your shirt. So pretty…” Bradley says, his voice rough in Jake’s ear as he continues to move, kissing at Jake’s ear, jaw, lips; all while thrusting. Quick quick sloooow. “You’re close…” Jake blinks. Is he? His body and brain don’t feel attached right now and he realizes that yeah, he is. Bradley now knows his body that well. “Come on Jake, come on my cock. Nothing but my cock.”

That punches the breath out of him and he comes, hard, his body straining to release everything, all his muscles seeming to flex and then immediately relax simultaneously and he shudders, shakes and then he feels Bradley shaking above him, his groans sounding beautifully broken and he was true to his word. Jake is definitely messed up, his shirt and stomach now damp and sticky, the tie stretched and twisted in Bradley’s hands. Then he has both of Bradley’s hands on him, tie and wrists released, instead it seems like Bradley wants to touch every inch of him and he lets him.

… … …

Jake stands there and it’s the first time Bradley has seen him in uniform, knows he must no longer be on leave and his stomach falls. It’s been a couple of days since they’ve seen each other and yeah, this is definitely not sexy in the slightest.

“Guess you’re on a plane or boat out of here soon huh?”

“Yeah, two days. Just. I’ll be gone for five months.”

“Guess I’ll be seeing you then. You get to visit all your other people in all the other ports…”

“And if I only want one person. And one port…?” Jake asks and Bradley blinks.

“You asking me to go steady?” Bradley teases, although the intent of his question is dead serious. “When you’re about to leave me for five months?”

“Yep. Guess I am. Taking a leaf out of your book and stating what I want. Clearly. No room for misinterpretation.”

“I approve. Always in favor of being upfront with what you want.”

“And what do you want?”

“Right now? To take my new long-distance boyfriend to bed. In five months? To be there when he steps off his plane or boat when he comes home to me…”

“And take him to bed then too I hope.”

“Of course.”

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Take more chances, dance more dances 1/2

~12k EXPLICIT Hangster AU Meet!Cute with Jake as the best man at Natasha and Javy's wedding and Bradley is the instructor teaching them how to dance...

CHAPTER ONE

Bradley’s expecting the group of four for a private lesson, the first of ten lessons and it’s a hell of a gift. He recognizes the name of the person who gave the gift obviously, but Cheryl isn’t ever going to tell a paying customer no, no matter how often he argues with Mav about not needing the extra business. Cheryl is running them through the standard health and safety but he’s pretty sure it’s unnecessary, they’re all likely super fit naval aviators and unlikely to keel over from a little samba. He runs his eyes over them through the one-way mirror, three guys and one woman, which makes the bride easy enough to identify.

She’s leaning into the space of a guy with glasses, laughing at something he says, too quiet for Bradley to hear. The black guy is rolling his eyes, shoving the other white guy on the shoulder, he’s got a toothpick in his teeth; before stepping in close to the woman and she turns, her body arching ever so slightly and that’s the groom then. The guy in glasses smiles at them, looks pleased for them but makes no effort to move out of their space. Interesting. While the other guy –

“I just don’t understand why the whole wedding party needs to learn how to dance…”

“Dude, you’re my back-up dancer!” The groom exclaims.

“No, I’m your wingman, and you’ve landed the hottest woman ever and therefore my job is done.”

“You didn’t help him land me at all. In fact you were something of a handicap to his efforts.”

“Hey! I take offence to that!”

“You were meant to,” the guy in glasses says dryly and Bradley has to bite back a laugh at the look the other guy gives him. They’re all familiar with each other at least, although getting them to loosen up enough to dance will be annoying, when they’re all going to have that naval bearing which is drilled into them. Ah well, no time like the present to start, he pushes open the door.

“Hi, I’m Bradley… and you’re here because you got given dance lessons as an engagement-slash-wedding present right?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, are we expecting anyone else or are we working with a male couple to dance?”

“My sister lives in New York, she’s actually a dancer so I don’t have any issues with her. Javy’s sister is taking classes, so we’ve just got the four of us to get up to speed!”

“Okay, so what are you after and when is the wedding?”

“Four weeks. We kind of… uh, had reasons to bring the date forward.”

Bradley raises an eyebrow, because that usually implies that the bride is pregnant, but the angry look the bride is giving her husband-to-be makes Bradley doubt that is the case. And he wonders if the guy is going to be getting laid any time between now and the wedding.

“Javy! You make it sound like you’ve knocked me up!”

“Not for lack of trying, I’m sure,” toothpick twiddler says, and the bride then slaps his arm so hard he winces and Bradley hasn’t been amused in a long time. This might actually be fun.

He reads through the information on the tablet, looking at past dance experience. He knows they’ll all be fine counting out to a beat, but making them look like they can dance and are enjoying themselves while doing it is a completely different matter. If they look like they’re being tortured it sort of defeats the purpose.

“Jake?”

“That’s me darlin’,” the toothpick twiddler says and he gives Bradley a grin, lets his eyes drag up Bradley’s body in clear interest and Bradley lets him, feels equal parts amused and flattered, lets his own eyes sweep down Jake’s body. Nice. Most of the guys checking him out are already partnered up when they enter his dance studio and it always makes him feel a little uncomfortable. If the guy is available and interested Bradley definitely wouldn’t turn him down. He doesn’t have any rules about not sleeping with any of his clients/students/customers/dance partners… Everyone just needs to be onboard and consenting.

“Says here you have line dancing experience.”

“Sure do.”

“Okay, then I might not need to beat the stiffness out of all of you. Did you have something in mind for your first dance?” Bradley asks, looking up at who he assumes is Natasha Trace. He’s also going to assume that the black man is Javier Machado and the other man is Robert Floyd. No doubt they’ll have callsigns they’ll throw around once they loosen up, but he’ll pick those up easily enough.

“So we were thinking of going with a waltz for everyone. That seemed easy enough for us to all learn when we were watching videos…”

Bradley nods, because she’s right. Nothing wrong with classic and traditional. Better to have everyone master one dance and look good for the video. Also the waltz will likely suit them better than some of the more fluid Latin American styles given they’ve only got four weeks. It’s really not long enough but he’ll make it work. He’s glad they’ve got realistic expectations though.

“And do you have a song? Were you thinking traditional instrumental or more modern. I’ve got playlists you can go through and find something you like. As long as we have at least four weeks to practice to it should be fine. How often were you wanting to have these lessons? Because if you’re interested in general classes as well these can happen every week, although I’m thinking four weeks… that’s already a tight time crunch.”

He hashes out a timeframe and times that work for them, and the fact that they’re all on leave makes his intuition ping with the idea that they’ve probably been part of whatever bullshit mission Mav just got back from.

“You guys part of the Dagger Squadron?”

That has them all looking at him sharply and he shakes his head slightly, forces himself to remain relaxed and not get immediately defensive because they’re all looking like they’re about to attack him. Huh. There’s definitely a story there and he’s not sure if he wants to know it.

“And what if we are?”

“Captain Mitchell was the giftee. He’s a family friend,” Bradley says, and it’s not a lie, really, just a little misdirection. Mav is the only family he has, not counting the distant cousins he knows exist somewhere in his family tree.

“Oh, that’s cool man.”

“Come on, let’s see what we’re working with and not waste the rest of the hour.”

… … …

“Look at the legs on him… Jesus.”

“You want a towel there Bagman?”

“What?”

“To mop up the drool…”

“Trace, Natasha, do you see those legs?”

“He’s a dancer, of course his legs look good. He’s probably got better legs than me. Bet he’s super flexible too.”

Jake’s brain glitches as he tries to imagine all the potentials of a flexible partner in bed at the same time. So many positions. Those legs wrapped around him. Or those hips thrusting his cock into Jake. He’s not fussy.

“Fuck…”

“You definitely look like you want to. You going to ask him out?”

“That okay with you?”

“That you want to fuck our dance instructor? Yes. I just met the guy. I mean, I figure you’re somehow an adult enough to not let it fuck up all our future dance lessons…”

“Could make it more than a one-off.”

“Well, regular sex does have a lot going for it for those of us who like it…”

“I definitely like it. Think I’d like it a lot with him.”

“Just don’t get all sulky if he rejects you.”

Jake immediately goes to make some quip about how he never gets rejected but then realizes he really doesn’t want to get rejected. He’s pretty sure he won’t be, judging from the way Bradley had checked Jake out in response to being checked out. It’d been reciprocal. He hopes that means there’s more that can be reciprocal.

As they get taken through the basics it’s all pretty straight forward, just focusing on footwork, which Jake vaguely remembers from his mom teaching him years ago. They’re not trying anything with a partner yet, so it gives him plenty of opportunities to watch him and he grows more confident and time passes, because he’s pretty sure he’s being watched. Assessed. For something other than his dancing ability that is.

“Okay, that’s us done for the day. We’ll build on that next time, so feel free to practice between now and then. And if any of you guys are wanting to do something different, or more difficult you can book more lessons. However if you just want to practice and become more confident you can come along to any of our beginner group classes. They’re multiple times a week with different styles and levels, usually ninety minutes long. I’ll get Cheryl to email you out the timetable.”

Everyone thanks him, Jake included and he gives a little jerk of his head to Javy, mutters that he’ll catch up with them if he has to and Bradley is watching him not leave with his friends and is approaching him and Jake can’t take his eyes off him.

“Did you want something?”

“Yeah… Just wondering if you’d be interested in a drink?”

“A drink or a fuck?”

Oh, Jake likes him. No bullshit, just cutting right down to it.

“Both. Not fussy about the order either…”

“Great.”

“Now?”

There’s a look of brief regret and slight shake of the head and Jake tamps down on the immediate flash of disappointment in his gut.

“I’m actually teaching until eight-thirty tonight. That work for you?”

“Can I watch the class?”

“I man… Yeah, sure. Starts at seven.”

“I’ll see you then.”

He gives Bradley a little salute and hurries to catch up with the others, his blood thrumming.

“You get shot down already?” Javy asks and Jake punches him in the arm.

“Opposite in fact. I’ve got to go back later. He’s teaching until eight-thirty.”

“Well, at least you’ll stop complaining about being horny all the time.”

“I don’t complain all the time!”

All three just look at him and he sighs.

Maybe he does.

… … …

Cheryl won’t stop snickering every time she looks at him and Bradley is a little embarrassed that she was there to witness everything, although she tells Bradley it’s about time he put himself out there. He thinks that’s a little on the nose seeing as she’s been married to her wife for over ten years and hasn’t had to put herself anywhere for a long time. He helps with some of the basic admin, emails the four from earlier with the promised information with links to playlists and video tutorials; hopes that Natasha and Javier don’t suddenly watch something and decide to change it up.

He’s got a private session with some younger kids preparing for an upcoming competition so he doesn’t have time to dwell on what might be happening later. Time passes quickly and he manages to scoff down his salad and cold chicken and brush his teeth in the half-hour break before the start of his last class. It’s an advance swing and jive class, definitely one of his favorites and he changes from his long-sleeve black shirt to a white tank, knows he’s going to work up a sweat. Clips a microphone to his tank and grabs a fresh battery pack, wiring it up with practiced ease. Then he goes back into the studio, there’s already about a third of the class waiting and he waves in greeting.

“He’s here,” Cheryl sing-songs as she walks past, her three inch heels making her almost as tall as him and Bradley forces himself to not immediately look around. He doesn’t wait too long though and walks over to where Jake is leaning against the wall and watching the other dancers arrive, and he’s getting a few speculative looks from several people and Bradley leans into him, feeling a little proprietary.

“The class is ninety minutes. You sure you want to just… sit and wait?”

“I don’t mind just sitting and watching the scenery.”

“Okay then, hope it’s worth your while.”

“Already is.”

Bradley licks his lips slowly and damn he wants to just… leave now. Take this guy home and lay him out and just go to town. God. He might get more than one chance to do it to, if he’s hanging around for a few weeks, then they could have sex a few times. He’ll have to ask and see if he’s amenable.

“Evening, sorry I couldn’t be here last week. Work was crazy.”

… … …

Jake freezes, because he recognizes that voice and he turns to it, his back straightening automatically.

“Admiral.”

“Lieutenant.”

“What’s he doing here?” Admiral Simpson asks Bradley and Jake takes a tiny step back. He knows Bradley knows Maverick, but knowing Admiral Simpson is another thing. Are they family somehow?

“Calm down Beau, you’re not being stalked. Jake’s getting lessons for the upcoming wedding.”

“I wasn’t aware you were engaged Lieutenant.”

“Not me sir, Trace and Machado.”

“Ah. That makes more sense. Good job last week.”

“Uh. Thank you sir.”

“Hmm,” Admiral Simpson nods, then turns away. “Bradshaw, can I have the first dance?”

“Certainly Admiral…”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“But it’s such an easy way to annoy you… I’ll see you after,” he says and Jake watches as Admiral Simpson spins Bradshaw (Jake could have sworn his name was Bradley?) out onto the dance floor to Walking on Sunshine, and then pulls him back into him. They both know how to dance and Jake’s still getting used to the idea of Admiral Simpson in denim that the fact he’s dancing is a separate mindfuck.

“Okay everyone, we’re going to start warming up while we wait for everyone to get here. Partner up and we’re going to move Jive style and then change partners every count of twenty. I’ll call it.”

Jake watches and people all know what the hell they’re doing, moving fluidly with each other as well as around all the other dancers. He hadn’t considered how they’d not bump into each other when everyone is moving all over the place. It’s generally not a problem that comes up with line dancing unless someone fucks up royally.

“And change!”

At the call everyone moves to a different partner but it looks seamless, like everyone is doing one big practiced dance that they all know and it’s more fascinating than he thought it would be. He’d assumed he’d just spend ninety minutes watching Bradley (he’s going to assume his name is Bradley), but this class is advanced and it’s enjoyable to watch. Every time Bradley crosses his line of sight though his eyes follow him, transfixed until he’s lost in the sea of other dancers. The call for change comes regularly and Jake counts it out, wonders how the hell Bradley is managing to keep track of the count, dance and call it out for everyone else.

“And change!”

“Prepare to switch!”

“Switch the lead!”

Jake doesn’t quite understand what that call means and he watches, realizing that instead of the men doing the lead moves the women are, and Bradley is back dancing with Admiral Simpson and is dipping him.

… … …

He’s a little distracted watching Jake watch everyone dance, but he’s lucky he’s got years of muscle memory to rely on. Once everyone is warmed up and having drinks of water he catches Jake’s eye and he’s got his undivided attention. Fuck he wishes Jake could dance, has always considered dancing on par with sex, the music and movement of his body always freeing in a different way. Sharing that experience with someone has always felt intimate, especially when it’s a prelude to sex. The rest of the class goes quickly, the focus being an armjive tangle and a sway choker, which some of the class already know which always helps. Beau keeps smirking at him each time he catches his eye but he ignores it. He takes off the mic and battery, wipes it clean and puts it onto charge, answers questions and takes a few of the students through some moves slowly until they get it. Cheryl gets the lights in the office, tells him she’ll lock the front door and then he’s alone with Jake.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Still want to get a drink?”

“No.”

“Want to come home with me? Not for a drink?”

“Yes.”

“Great. Come with me.”

He hadn’t bothered mentioning it earlier, but his apartment is above the studio. Not many people want to live above a dance studio that is playing music constantly, people thumping around with varying degrees of light-footedness. He leads Jake up the stairs and pushes the door to his apartment open. He hardly ever locks it. He doesn’t pause anywhere long enough to allow Jake time to look around, he has one destination in mind, and unfortunately it’s not his bedroom.

“I really need a shower, I’ve been dancing all day.”

“That an invitation for me to join you?”

Bradley hadn’t meant it as one, but –

“Fuck yes. Come on.”

He strips off methodically, tossing his clothes toward the basket in the corner, appreciates the fact that Jake is doing the same, although his clothes get carefully folded and placed on the side dresser in a careful pile but he’s soon standing there as naked as Bradley. He jerks his head in the direction of the bathroom, feels a little awkward being naked when they haven’t even kissed yet and they both move towards it and he flicks the water on.

“I need to ask you something, it’s been bugging me all night,” Jake says, and he’s in Bradley’s personal space, mouth now within kissing distance and Bradley watches his lips as he talks.

“Sure, what?”

“What’s your name?”

“Were you really that distracted this afternoon?”

“You are pretty distracting, but I was also pretty sure your name was Bradley up until Admiral Simpson called you Bradshaw and I thought maybe I’d misheard.”

Their bodies have shifted, swayed closer together and he rests his hands on the naked expanse of skin on Jake’s hip, squeezes slightly and shifts closer. Hearing Beau called Admiral makes him snicker, because he’s seen the man in a variety of states, some of them very embarrassing for him and he’s glad he didn’t know of Bradley’s relationship to Mav before they knew each other well.

“Nope. You heard right. Both times.”

“They’re both your names?”

“Unfortunately,” Bradley says, pressing a small kiss just beneath the hinge of Jake’s jaw. “Bradley Bradshaw.” Kisses his cheekbone. “My parents didn’t think it through until after they’d already submitted the paperwork and I’ve been lumped with it my whole life.”

“Yeah, you look like you’ve really suffered.”

Jake’s voice is satisfyingly breathy sounding. Bradley doesn’t agree with him, but he’s grateful for what he has now, definitely doesn’t want to get into his whole life story with a guy he’s hooking up with. He slides his mouth over Jake’s, nothing more than a hello kiss but their bodies brush against each other and their cocks bump and yeah, he’s pretty confident this is going to be good. Really good.

“Water’s warm…”

He pushes gently, follows him into the spray of water but doesn’t let the contact he has with Jake’s body end, tries to leave a hand on him, or presses a leg against him, kisses him as water sluices over their bodies.

“You look really fucking good when you’re dancing…” Jake mumbles, and Bradley grins against the skin of his neck where he’d just been licking.

“Well, you look good all the time, so we’re pretty even huh?”

“I am good…”

“Yeah? Going to show me how much?”

He doesn’t know yet what Jake is angling for, sometimes guys are really upfront and clear that they want to fuck him, or be fucked. This little encounter hasn’t given any clues yet and Bradley finds himself not really knowing what he wants himself, would be okay with anything… everything. Their kissing is more intense, hands moving with purpose and he jerks at the fingers wrapping around his erection; thrusts into them.

“Fuck…”

He goes to return the favor but he’s deftly directed to one of Jake’s ass cheeks and he gives it a firm squeeze, rubs his hand in in a firm circle and squeezes again and he feels Jake pushing into his hand. Okay then. He runs a finger down the crack of his ass, feels the gasp pull the breath from his own mouth. He does it again and this time he feels slick, slicker than the water would allow for and he presses down and fuck he hopes that’s lube. He looks at his clear shiny finger and that’s definitely lube being washed away.

“Fucking hell… what did you do? Go back to base and finger yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck…”

“Yeah. Didn’t want to waste time. And you’ve got to dance and I’ve got to be a lay about for a few weeks…”

“What if I wanted to take my time with you?”

“Later. You can. Later. Just… this first time, just need it a bit harder. A grateful to be alive kind of fuck.”

His skin prickles at that but he ignores it.

“You want to have fuck I’m glad to be alive type sex…”

“Yeah, that. Exactly that.”

“Okay then, pretty sure I can help with that.”

… … …

Jake is so so grateful that he got dragged along to dance lessons. This is karmic reward for trying to be a good person, surely has to be.

“I don’t keep condoms in my shower…”

“Poor planning on your part,” Jake gasps, Bradley’s fingers playing with his rim making his brain fizz.

“Put your thighs together, make it nice and tight for me… going to slide my dick between them.”

Jake’s breath stutters and then he sucks in a deep breath and does as he’s told, bracing his forearms against the shower wall. Fingers slick with something that is definitely not lube and smells like mint and citrus and he shoves back; feels teeth dig in ever so slightly on his shoulder before it’s being soothed away to a kiss. This isn’t what he wants, what he needs. But he’ll go along with it for now, wants to feel it, the promise of more to come. Bradley is slightly taller, slightly broader and he feels enveloped, the heat of the shower accompanied by the heat of Bradley’s chest against his back as he slides his cock between Jake’s thighs in one smooth glide.

“Going to this properly soon if you’ll let me, and I think you’ll let me, think you want me to. Think you fingered yourself and stretched yourself open and got yourself ready for me thinking about this…”

Jake groans, can’t even think of anything to say in reply because it’s all true. Mostly. He also got himself off, not wanting to embarrass himself from coming too fast as soon as Bradley touched him, although he’s starting to think he could have gone with that; that Bradley would have just moved on to wringing another one out of him. Bradley’s moving his body in a slow rolling grind, rhythmic like his dancing is, his hand wrapped around Jake’s cock and moving in unison and Jake wonders if he’s keeping count in his head. It’s not fast enough or hard enough to get him close, but he’s getting the impression that that isn’t the purpose here, instead it’s to ratchet up the whole thing further and he’s okay with that. For now.

Time draws out, losing meaning, he’s not sure if they’ve been there for five minutes or fifteen or longer, but the water is still hot, his cock is starting to feel hotter, his thighs starting to tremble from the concerted effort to keep them tightly clenched together. Bradley’s body starts to move ever slightly so faster against him and he really needs to get fucked. Wants Bradley fucking him and hopefully leaving some bruises, although he won’t ask for them. Too much to ask a guy he may or may not fuck again.

“More. Come on Bradley, please, need more… come on.”

He feels Bradley draw away and clenches his jaw at the immediate whine that wants to escape his mouth. He feels hands moving over him, the detachable shower head rinsing off whatever he’d been using to slick his way and he groans again.

“Okay, come on. Bed.”

“Thank fuck.”

The water is shut off and Bradley is rubbing him down with a towel, only wiping away the worst of the water and when Bradley licks his neck the contrast of his warm mouth against the cooling water makes him shiver, it feels so good, his entire body alight with sensation and he’s becoming more and more desperate. Bradley moves him firmly but gently, using his entire body to guide him back to the bedroom. He encouraged onto his stomach, a pillow shoved under his hips and he can’t help but grind his cock into the soft cotton.

“Uh uh, none of that, I’ll take care of you. Okay?”

“Oh fuck…” Jake gasps, because it’s the deep promise of those words and he shifts, spreads his legs. Then there’s fingers stroking over in his hole again, two of them, generously lubed up and he’s obviously missed where the fuck that came from. He pushes back, wants the burn and stretch. Bradley doesn’t second guess anything and Jake’s grateful, not sure he could be coherent right now. The stretch is good, not at all painful and he desperately wants to grind back and forward at the same time. Then there’s another finger and oh god yes, he’s sure he says it out loud as well.

“You look so good like this… feel so good.”

“Come on, more…”

“Just a little longer…”

He has a vision then of kicking back, forcing Bradley onto his back so Jake could simply ride his cock until he came. Except he’s not in the position, isn’t even sure he’d be able to shift Bradley if he didn’t want to be shifted like that. There’s a little more lube and for the briefest of moment four fingers and he pushes back harder but they disappear quickly.

“You okay?”

“God yes… so good.”

“Good.”

Then he hears the quiet tear of foil, the soft unmistakable sounds of a condom being put on and his brain and body are both internally shouting yes yes yes and he groans in anticipation. Then there is a hand on his ass, holding him open and he’s feeling the press of Bradley’s cock and he bears down, pushing himself back onto it and it doesn’t make it any faster but it does make it easier and he sighs at the sensation, of finally getting filled in the way he was after.

“Tell me if it gets too much.”

“You’re not that big…”

Bradley’s soft laugh tickles at the hair on his neck, then he’s pulling back not even an inch before pushing back in, fully sheathed inside him, his hips working a slow circular grind like he’s still trying to work Jake open with his cock. After a few moments he shifts, pulling Jake back to be almost sitting in Bradley’s lap, thighs spread on either side, ass tight on his cock. It pushes him that little bit deeper and Jake lets himself sag against down into it, letting gravity have it’s way pushing him down onto Bradley.

“Yeah, that’s it… want to get you all pliant so I can fuck you like you want…”

Oh. Jake’s pretty sure he’s being read like a book right now. Bradley flexes his hips in a way Jake isn’t sure he could mimic with a full-grown man in his lap but he’s grateful for Bradley’s talents and feels the sparks hit his spine like a sparkler lit on the fourth of July.

“You into edging?” Bradley asks, and he’s moving the same way he was when he was fucking Jake’s thighs, starting off deep, only pulling back the smallest amount before grinding back in. Doing that over and over and he’s not going to get more leverage with how they’re sitting and Jake needs him to have more leverage. He shakes his head, thinks about the questions Bradley’s just asked.

“No. No. Not right now…”

“I don’t mean right now…” Bradley says, and he’s leaning forward, arm around Jake’s chest as he encourages him back onto the bed and Jake moves his arms to help, to support his own weight, feels Bradley’s other hand holding his hip firm, like he doesn’t want to shift too much and pull out. Holy shit his core strength must be insane. Then he’s being shifted and he’s glad for the assist, now on his hands and knees, legs spread and Bradley kneeling between them.

“Going to fuck you now…”

“Thank fuck…finally.”

“Was just thinking about getting you to the edge over and over and over until you’re begging and crying for it… not right now. But maybe you’d let me?”

Jake would for sure as hell let him. Fucking hell. The mouth on this man.

“Yeah? What’s in it for me?”

“Well, hopefully a mind melting orgasm, but you could do whatever you liked to me too you know…”

“God you’re chatty…”

That. That is what has Bradley pulling out and fucking into him harder and he doesn’t cry out but it’s a close thing. He braces himself on an arm, shoves his ass back and grunts yeah c’mon harder and there are fingers digging into his hips and maybe he’ll get the bruises he wanted after all. He fully expects the pace to remain faster, harder, he definitely makes it known that that’s what he wants and it goes his way few a few minutes but then it starts slowing down and no no no…

“Shh… shh… I got you. Just want to get my hand on your cock again.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

Then he’s gone, the added stimulation of being fucked, harder and faster than before somehow, or maybe it’s just the mirrored movement on his cock playing mind tricks, making him think everything is harder and faster. He’s got fingertips digging into his hip, a hand on his cock doing it’s best to give him the hand job of a lifetime all while he’s getting fucked by a guy who knows what the he’s doing. It’s taken him over thirty years, but he’s finally found the best sex he’s had, and it is lightyears over and above what previously held first place.

“Think you have an oral fixation. Saw what you were doing to that toothpick. Want to see you choking on my cock…”

Jake doesn’t whimper, he swears he doesn’t, but it’s pretty much moot because he does come, his body lighting up like the fuse finally burned all the way down and he shudders through it, feels over-stimulated in all the best possible ways but is grateful that Bradley slows and pulls out of gently as he can. He can barely move, slumps down and looks over his shoulder as best he can. Sees Bradley taking the condom off and then he’s stripping his own cock, his hand a solid blur of movement as he jerks himself off. Jake feels the splatter of come across his ass and lower back and just hums in approval.

He doesn’t want to move but neither does he want to withstand the awkward chitchat of post-hookup etiquette so he stretches, is touched Bradley is apparently enough of a gentleman to clean up after himself, the damp towel from the shower being used to wipe his back before being offered to clean up the smears on his own stomach. He dresses quickly, grateful Bradley pulls on underwear and ignores the urge to just want to curl up in bed naked with him. That isn’t what this is.

“I’ve got to get back to base…”

“Sure. Thanks.”

“Thank you. This was… exactly what I needed.”

“Well, I’m happy to help. If you need it again, you know where to find me.”

“You’d be down for that?” Jake asks, because things said in the heat of the moment aren’t always the most reliable.

“Did I somehow give you the impression I wouldn’t be?”

“Fair.”

“I’ll see you in a couple of days at the next lesson.”

“Not if I see you first.”

“Well, as I said. You know where to find me.”

CHAPTER TWO

#Hangster #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #I wrote 2.5 of this rather than It's all academic darlin' sorry!#there is a second part because this Jake and Bradley have a story to tell apparently #Along with Cyclone and Mav getting their shit together as well because WHO KNEW??#I certainly had NO IDEA #Take more chances - Dance more dances

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