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bradley looked at himself in the mirror quickly, running a hand through his hair and fixing the silver chain that hung from his neck. he glanced around his face making sure that were no abnormalities, almost looking for an excuse to not go to hangman's party. he felt nervous but he didn't want hangman to feel accomplished with the thought that bradley was too chicken shit to show.
he knew hangman really just threw the party on their night off to keep himself more likeable to everyone, then shit on them with his broad amount of cockiness, the pathetic man's favorite act. bradley knew that everyone had distain towards hangman but they all quietly agreed with him on the status of bradley's success (or lack of) in the mission at top gun. he almost ripped off hangman's head after the stunt he pulled in class, bring up the death of his dad as if he had any right to do so, just to get under bradley's already fragile skin. hangman was just throwing this stupid party to make himself look like he isn't a bad guy and bradley really couldn't say he wasn't.
yet he's feeding into his teammate's ego by showing up to feed his own.
he looked at his outfit in the mirror. it was just his usual: hawaiian button up with a pair of faded levi's and a pair of dirty white converse. he left the shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off some of his chest.
"let's just go." he whispered to himself as he grabbed his keys and walked out his door to his jeep.
he was practicing fake arguments in his head on the way there like a child, cussing hangman out and punching him in the face. he even thought about how his nose would start bleeding once bradley's fist connected to it, the red liquid splattering against his hand. he was truly that angry. he knew he wouldn't do it unless hangman initiated it first, although he wasn't on good terms with maverick, he didn't want to make things harder for his teacher.
even though the fake fight kept replaying in his head.
once he got to hangman's, he felt a weird wave of calm overcome him when he saw phoenix and bob through the window. they were smiling and laughing with each other on a couch next to a bunch of people, beers in hand and grins from ear to ear.
"you got this rooster," he whispered to himself as he stared at the large californian home. "stay cool."
he shut his car door once he got out and made it inside the house. he made his way to bob and phoenix, pushing through people as the semi loud music and chattering filled the room.
"hey it's the star himself," phoenix got up and gave her friend a quick hug. "nice to see you here rooster."
once she had finished, he gave her a weird look.
"what do you mean star?" he tilted his head slightly out of confusion.
"hangman hasn't stopped talking about how you tried to fight him in class," bob informed him from the beige leather couch. "truly being a royal asshole."
bradley sighed in anger and rolled his eyes. phoenix gave her friend a worried look as he scanned the room for any sight of hangman.
"hey don't let it get to you," she patted his back. "he's just being a fuck because he's worried about you being team leader and he knows you rightfully deserve it."
bradley didn't want to hear phoenix bullshit him.
"are the beers in the kitchen?" he asked with a sort of antsy tone.
she looked at bob and he gave her a disappointed look, then looking back at bradley.
"yeah, there's also hard stuff in there as well." she answered with a discouraged tone.
he pushed through the crowd to find the kitchen. it was kind of weird seeing his colleagues out of uniform, phoenix in a crop top or the sight of coyote in a nike sweatshirt. he had just seen them so much in class lately, he forgot what they looked like as just people. he also noticed how many randos were here, girl's definitely here to get a piece of the army wife life. reminded him of the women he saw with maverick when he was growing up, desperate for the money and attention.
he found himself in the kitchen, the sight of two kegs and a bin full of ice and bottled beer in front of him. on the marble top island he saw numerous bottles of vodka and tequila, also boxes of white claws and trulys. he grabbed a red solo cup and poured more than a few shots of vodka in his cup, then downing it as fast as he could. it took him only a couple of minutes of burning the shit out of throat until he finished, crushing the cup in his hand. he grabbed a random bottle of beer and when he stood back up from leaning over the bin, fanboy called his name. bradley turned around to see his raven haired friend make his way over to him with a white t-shirt and khaki shorts on.
"yo fanboy!" he faked his excitement and gave him a high five once he got near. "how's your night going man?"
"oh you know, getting drunk and being apart of the foosball tournament in the basement has been fun," he laughed. "i've got girls flocking to me, they are just so attracted to my skills."
they both laughed.
"how about you rooster? any lucky lady of the night?"
bradley shook his head.
"not there yet, just got here about ten minutes ago," he opened his drink. "have you seen hangman anywhere?"
fanboy's smile kind of turned into a face of worry.
"yeah i just saw him talking to phoenix on my way over here," he answered with a hint of relunctancy. "why?"
"oh, just wanted to apologize for earlier today," he took another swig of his drink. "catch up with ya later okay?"
bradley didn't even give time for fanboy to respond and started walking away. as he got closer to the living room he could see hangman talking with bob and phoenix. anger raged through his bones, the sight of him just made the atmosphere fucked.
as he approached behind the unsuspecting man, phoenix shot him a glare. at this point, bradley could feel the alcohol take its effects on him. he hadn't ate much in the last few hours of the evening which could explain to outright dizziness that hit him. he got ready to tap on hangman's shoulder until the blonde man looked at phoenix who kept her disapproving gaze on bradley. that caused him to turn around to see what the hell she was staring at and he was met with the sight of the man of the night.
"rooster! back for round 2?" he asked with a smug grin on his face per usual. "I'm still cool, but i'm always down for a bit of a brawl. but i'm kind enough to let bygones be bygones."
phoenix and bob looked at each other again, wondering if they should step in.
"what is your fucking problem, bagman?" Bradley asked, getting closer to hangman's face. "what are you fucking gaining out of being the most vexatious person as possible?"
hangman giggled and took a sip out of his bottle, shrugging while doing so.
"i'd say vexatious is a very weird way to put it," he bit the side of his lip and put his drink down on the wooden coffee table that sat behind him. "all i did was tell you the facts, son. nothing that i thought you couldn't handle, bradshaw."
and without a beat, bradley punched hangman right on his left cheek. everyone that saw gasped but still, they were all hesitant to step in except for phoenix.
"fuck rooster!" she yelled. "you are suppose to be the bigger person."
"oh shut the fuck up natasha," he punched him in the face again.
hangman held onto his nose for a second, mutter 'what the fucks' to himself, the removing his hands to see blood.
"dude, it can't be that serious!" he yelled as he got back in bradley's face. "you're making yourself look bad."
"thought you wanted to brawl, jake?" he placed a finger on the bleeding man's chest. "you talk a big fucking game and yet you are chickening out on a fight that you clearly wanted to happen."
bradley took one more look at his colleague then turned around and left hangman standing there still bleeding. he walked out to his car and got in. he was going to wait until he wasn't drunk to drive home but there was no fucking way he wanted to stay in there with that fucking prick.
he pulled out his phone, he had missed a call from maverick from twenty minutes ago. he decided he didn't want to call back, still mad at him for everything that lead up to today. he checked his twitter, seeing if anything exciting was happening and of course-nothing. he sighed and aimlessly scrolled until he was interrupted by his passenger side door opening.
"what the fuck?" he fumbled with his phone as he was startled by the sound.
he looked up to see the last person he could possibly want to see, hangman.
"dude get the fuck out of my fucking car-"
before he could say anything else a kiss was bestowed against his lips in a strange and definitely unexpected turn of events. he didn't know how to react, he wanted to pull away and told himself he would, yet he didn't make any moves to do so. he melted into the kiss, soon giving in and they started aggressively grabbing each other's faces, their lips moving faster and faster, their tongues brushing against each other. hangman loved the feeling of bradley's mustache brushing against his clean shaven face.
they started to get handsy, bradley's hands exploring down hangman's defined chest to his waist. he whimpered at the sensation of the brunette's touch against him, sending bradley to pull away and immediately connecting his lips against hangman's neck, biting and sucking. he was assailing his neck so beautifully that it sent hangman to moan out bradley's name.
"god i fucking despise you," he moaned out as he started palming him through bradley's faded blue jeans.
he pulled away from the other's neck and moaned at the sensation right in hangman's hot ear.
"you are so fucking annoying, jake."
hangman was never use to hearing his first name but when bradley said it, he grew harder and harder for him. he was longing for the boy to touch his dick, he knew that bradley would be so good at it, couldn't stop imagining what he would look like with his cum dripping from his lips. yet he wanted to be the one to please his rooster, his bradley bradshaw. look up into his pretty brown eyes as he has lips around bradley's length.
he was snapped out of his daydream as his shirt was being pulled off of him. he put his arms up so bradley could get it off of him and he returned the favor by unbuttoning his. they start making out again for a little bit, the jeep starting to feel hot and heavy, windows fogged.
soon bradley pulls away and moves to the back seat where there is a bit more room, unzipping his jeans and pulling them off. the sight of rooster with a pair of white underwear on, seeing the huge boner that was being suffocated... hangman thought he was going to cum already.
he quickly took off his jeans and once he was successful, he climbed into the backseat. he straddled bradley and they both look at each other for a tender moment.
"i want to feel your mouth on my dick," bradley demanded. "you understand me, jake?"
he nodded with obedience, leaning in to kiss his top but he was quickly stopped by bradley's pointer finger.
"suck my dick." he said sternly.
jake bit his lip and got onto the seat next to bradley, pulling his underwear down. he was so pleased with what he had to work with, bigger than he could have ever expected. he looked up at his sexual partner with a grin, then with no warning, going down on him very quickly. it sent bradley into a large moan, bucking his hips up. he grabbed ahold of jake's hair, grasping it between his fingers. he wanted to be nice enough, so he didn't pull to hard. he was moaning out jake's name and a series of 'i hate you but you are so fucking hot' -esque phrases as jake was giving him the most rage and lust filled head that he could. he then took ahold of himself with his other hand and started pumping himself.
he kept his eyes locked on bradley's and moaned out when bradley would buck his hips at the sensation. they both turned into messes so fast, jake loved serving bradley, he almost didn't need anything in return. he probably would've came without having to touch himself once bradley was ready.
they kept going for another five minutes, their escapades clocking in at twenty minutes since jake got in the car. soon bradley's hips get bucking up as he shouted that he was close, his dick twitching and he shot a load into jake's mouth. once he felt the warmth of the seamen, he came into his hand. he pulled way and they both panted loudly.
they didn't talk for a bit, jake grabbed his shirt and wiped his hand off with it. bradley was so confused on why he enjoyed any of that. he was shocked there was no post nut clarity, he genuinely loved every second of that interaction. he knew he had a thing for guys on top of his overt sexual need for women, but he never knew that he could want so badly to be touched by jake "hangman" seresin.
what was he thinking? he just beat the fuck out of the pretty boy's face and now he wants to go for a second round of making out.
"what do we do now?" jake asked, looking up at bradley with his bruised cheek and nose.
"i'll call you tomorrow." bradley responded.