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Slut

Hangster x civilian!Reader (no y/n)

You really were a dirty, little slut for your two boyfriends.

WC: 5264 Warnings: Minors DNI. Explicit 18+ smut, poly relationship, threesome, bi boys, dirty talk, you thought Jake’s mouth was filthy here comes Bradley, public sex, unprotected PIV, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), finger sucking, edging, orgasm denial. It’s like I’m in a competition to out-filth myself.

A/N: Well, this happened. No regrets cuz I absolutely love it! This fills the “threesome” square for @anyfandomgoesbingo. Photo credit. Thank you to @letsby my best beta for understanding what this is all really about LOL And thanks to my twin @thebeautifullydamnedonefor for sharing in the madness. Enjoy.

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For a Saturday night in North Island, it had been especially wild. It was Payback’s birthday, so everyone was out to have a good time. What started out as beers at Maverick and Penny’s barbecue had evolved into rounds of shots and questionable choices at The Hard Deck. It wasn’t the first time you’d witnessed the debauchery that was the Dagger squad on leave.

Everyone was drunk and happy, celebrating that they were all alive. Phoenix had to be tugged off the table she was dancing on. Jake had boasted about winning three games of pool before Coyote banned him for the night. Bradley had played the piano twice - Great Balls of Fire because everyone always insisted, and My Girl, at your request. Even Maverick was taking shots of whiskey. Once the games and serenades were finished, you ended up between your boyfriends in the round booth in the back of the bar.

The Hard Deck wasn’t just booze and mischief, but a piece of North Island’s history. The booth alcove was full of treasures. Hung around the table were generations of Navy patches and photos. There was even a patch for the same flight squadron that Goose had flown with before he met Maverick. Everytime he sat down at that table, Bradley would grin widely and give the patch a little tap with his knuckles. He said he liked it being there because it was like his dad was hanging out with all of you.

The wild partying continued well into the early morning. Coyote and Payback were in a debate about the Lakers while Phoenix was attempting to rap the Fresh Prince theme with Fanboy. Shy, timid Bob was outside making out with a tourist. You’d lost track of Yale and Fritz hours ago. Harvard had another tourist in his lap, and Halo was swaying in her seat, drunk and in need of the water and chips that Bradley had gotten for her.

You were sitting in Bradley’s lap, Jake pressed against his side, holding your hand. As they talked with your friends, their hands would roam, fingers slowly up and down your arms and thighs. You fiddled with the top button of Bradley’s light green Hawaiian shirt, making sure to give Jake a kiss whenever he pouted for attention. Usually you were careful not to show too much affection in public, but everyone was at least four drinks in and you were happiest when your boys held you.

Everyone knew the three of you were a throuple, as the squad called it. Bradley and Jake were stationed permanently in San Diego now, and serious about their relationship with you as their girlfriend. Your friends were curious about how it worked, and you’d hear little comments here and there, but never anything derogatory. More curiosity about how the bickering and animosity between the two men had faded into something so peaceful, considering their decades long saga. But surviving the suicide mission had changed everything.

Fanboy had lots of questions about poly relationships; it was the most intriguing thing he’d ever heard of. Bob blushed whenever it came up, even though you’d heard he’d made out with twins last summer. Phoenix wasn’t phased by it, although she loved to hear any tantalizing details that she could get out of you. And Bradley had told you with a laugh that Maverick was very uncomfortable with Jake’s daring public displays of affection.

As Bradley and Jake’s girl, you’d quickly been invited into the Dagger family. When the pilots were sober, they were mature, dedicated professionals. But at a table littered with empty glasses and waiting secrets, 1:00 AM come and gone, loose drunk lips eventually sunk all sorts of Navy ships. If you were lucky, you’d hear the best stories on nights like those.

“Rooster,” Phoenix cackled. She smacked her hand on the table, already hysterical at her own story. “Remember, Sigonella,” she gasped, unable to stop laughing. “You kept…with the nurse…ohhhh and you had NO pants!!” She dropped her forehead onto the table with shrieks of laughter, which made Bradley wince.

“Nothing happened at Sigonella,” Bradley hissed. “How about Oahu, Phoenix?”

“Don’t you dare, Bradshaw,” she looked up with wide eyes. “You said to the grave!”

You watched the relay between the two friends, clapping with excitement. “I wanna know! Tell me secrets!”

Bradley and Phoenix continued to stare, silently challenging each other with mutual destruction.

“How about when Coyote and I met y’all at Top Gun.” Jake gestured to Bradley and Phoenix. The more he drank, the thicker his accent became. “And I won the trophy! Best of the best, that’s me!”

“And you guys fucked so loud that you got kicked out of your rental house?” Phoenix cackled, always jumping on the chance to take Hangman down a notch. Phoenix took a deep breath and laughed even harder. “And the air boss found out cuz he was the landlord! Ahhhhh!!”

“God,” Coyote groaned. “Please don’t remind me! I was asleep downstairs!”

You looked up at Bradley, whose cheeks and ears were turning bright red. But Jake was on the defense. “Hey, hey, hey, we were…celebrating, alright?”

Phoenix snorted, “and then we all went to Vegas and you thought you could - “

“Stop!” Bradley and Jake both interrupted her. At that moment, with a mischievous light in her eyes, Phoenix realized she had power over the two pilots she often found to be her biggest competition and best friends.

“Is there somethin’ I need to know?” you asked.

“Nope,” Jake replied. He grabbed your glasses and slid out of the end of the booth. “Looks like we need a fresh round. Be right back.”

“Coward,” Bradley shot back at him. There was no heat behind it, but the diversion had worked. Phoenix had moved onto a conversation with a cute redhead who’d taken Halo’s spot.

“I feel like I’m missing a piece of the story between you and J,” you started. Bradley cleared his throat, and adjusted your ass in his lap. “Anything I need to know?”

He smiled and shook his head. “Baby, you know we have history, but it was years ago. It wasn’t…serious. It’s not like how we are now.”

“You had the fight,” you offered. You knew about the fight. The boys had told you about the fall out, but Phoenix had been the one to tell you how violent the altercation itself had been. How a simple flight exercise between two wingmen turned into angry fists and harsh words, nearly getting them both kicked out of the Navy. Coyote and Phoenix had watched it all unravel. Years of friendship and love gone, only to rekindle at North Island all these years later.

But the Dagger mission had fixed the fracture between them. The boys still fought over little things like how to cook burgers and which college football team was best. And Jake was still learning how to share attention. But the thin line between love and hate had been drawn in the sand and washed away by the Pacific. Jake had saved Bradley’s life and with that, all their years of bullshit fell away.

“We did fight. A lot.” You waited until Bradley continued. “He’s been in my life a long time, which is mostly a curse.” He smiled at your snort of laughter. “But, what we’ve got with you? I’m not losing that for anything. Jake neither.”

“‘k, perfect answer,” you giggled, kissing him. “I trust you.”

“Good,” Bradley smirked. “And if there’s ever somethin’ you need to know, I promise we’ll tell ya. It’s all water under the bridge, baby.”

As drinks emptied, so did the booth. Fanboy stumbled off to puke while Coyote was tugged out of his seat by a blonde bartender when she went on break. Bob and his tourist never returned. Last to leave, Phoenix smirked at you. “I got a date waitin’, so I’m gonna leave you three to it.”

“Make good choices, Trace!” Jake yelled after her as he returned to the table with three shots of Clase Azul. Limes slices balanced on the rims of the short glasses of clear liquor. Between the glasses was a salt shaker. Bradley slid you down onto the bench, sandwiching you between the two naval officers, now lieutenant commanders.

“Got salt and limes cuz you’re a wuss,” Jake teased you.

“More shots?” Bradley worried. He'd been downing water for the last hour. “That a good idea?”

“You got somewhere to be, Bradshaw?” Jake arched a brow as he passed you each a tequila shot and a lime slice. “You got a hot date you’re late for?”

You pouted and looked up at him. “I thought I was your only girl, B.”

Bradley smiled and tugged on your ear affectionately. “You know you’re my favorite, baby.”

Jake cleared his throat, also needy for Bradley’s attention. Bradley shook his head and smiled. “Yeah, yeah. Just serve up the drinks, Seresin.”

“Gotta share Bradley with me,” you leaned up and kissed Jake, offering Bradley a kiss too when he made an all-too-familiar pouty noise of want. “I love sharing you both.”

Jake salted the webbing of his hands between his thumb and finger. He bit down on his lip as he held his hand up to you. You licked the salt from his skin with big doe eyes and a thorough tongue, sucking on the tip of his pointer finger which made Jake groan.

Jake salted his hand again and held it out. Bradley rolled his eyes. He gripped Jake’s wrist and licked the salt from his thumb to finger. You saw a quick look pass between them, always a challenge even though there was a different smolder behind it now.

“Okay, shots,” Bradley said, holding out his glass. “Cheers to Saturday night with our beautiful girl.”

“Here, here,” Jake agreed as he salted and sucked on the back of his own hand.

The tequila made you grimace but you savored the sharp, amber taste. You grabbed the slice of lime, sucking out the sting of the liquor. Your mouth made a wet squick noise over the fruit.

“Suck it harder, sweetheart,” Jake laughed. In the same motion the three of you dropped the limes in the empty shot glasses. Bradley wiped away a bit of salt that was stuck on your lip then licked it off his thumb.

You started giggling as the warmth of the liquor slid down through your body. “Hmmmm that feels good.”

Jake’s eyes lit up. “Yeah, we know how you get after tequila. Makes all your clothes come off.”

“I get no such way. I just like how it makes me all…squiggly.” You wiggled in your seat, feeling relaxed and happy.

“Squiggly isn’t a word,” Bradley deadpanned. He stretched his arm across the back of the booth behind you.

“Is too!” you sang out. “As in I’m all squiggly and horny now!”

“Tequila is an aphrodisiac,” Jake added. “Well, agave is. So really, it’s no wonder it makes you slutty.”

“Hey! I am not slutty!” you gasped. “I am a lady.”

Both men scoffed.

“Oh my darling, beautiful girl, you are no lady.” Jake slid his hand from your knee up your inner thigh. Sometimes drunk Jake sounded like a filthy, horny Rhett Butler. “You are our slut. And you know that you’d do anything for me and Bradshaw.”

You still had the giggles. “No. Not anything.”

Jake raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow before he pinched your side, making you squeal.

“You gotta make me!”

Bradley’s mouth dropped to your ear. “Keep sassin’ us and I’ll show you the other things we can do with that mouth of yours.”

“Maybe I can’t hear you.” You were a grown ass woman, and usually quite docile. But after a few tequilas, you were hot, loud, and bratty.

“You know Bradshaw doesn’t like you talking back,” Jake intercepted. He scooted closer on the bench until your hips were right between the two. Bradley’s fingers brushed back and forth across Jake’s shoulder before settling there as Jake’s hand slid up your thigh.

“Can't even put her in her place anymore, she just gets turned on,” Bradley shook his head. “Always talkin’ back.”

“Better shut me up then.”

Bradley’s hand tightened around Jake’s shoulder as Jake pulled you into a kiss, too deep and inappropriate for a public place. But that had never stopped Jake before. His fingers slid further up your thigh, pushing aside your skirt and panties. You moaned into his mouth when his fingers rubbed against your folds, pressing his thumb down on your clit.

“How long you been wet like this, slutty girl?”

Jake took your shudder as a positive response as his fingers slid up and down your slit. While Jake was playing with you, Bradley looked around the bar. He crossed his leg, braced over your knee and foot pressed against Jake’s calf. Bradley got a stern talking to the last time the boys were caught fingering you in the leather booth.

“Think she likes it,” Jake smirked as you whined again. If anyone was looking when they walked by, they could probably see their moving hands, but the tequila made you brave. Two hot Naval officers touching and kissing you was tough to pass up, even if you were in the busy bar where everyone knew the semi famous men that had their hands all over you.

Jake’s kiss made you moan as one finger curled inside you. When your mouths parted Bradley tipped your chin towards him and he kissed you just as passionately, stealing any breath you had left. His hand moved down to cover Jake’s. Then he slid a finger inside you, lined up besides Jake’s. Their thick fingers moved together, pressed against each other and your tight walls. From their angle, each slide in and out rubbed against your clit. The two of them touching you in sync, just how you liked, made you beg.

“Please, please, please.” Your legs fell open wider, giving them as much access as they needed. “More.”

“Not talking back now,” Bradley hummed, “know just how to shut you up.” He tipped your chin back for another kiss. “Everyone is gonna see you being such a good slut for us.”

Jake sucked on your collarbone and the side of your neck, and as you clenched around their fingers Jake murmured something just for Bradley. They thrust their fingers into you harder, deeper, Jake’s palm pressing against your clit under the weight of Bradley’s hand. They took your mouth back and forth between them, letting you free when you gasped for air. You dropped your chin to your chest, watching their hands working together between your legs. It wasn’t going to be the first time you had an orgasm in The Hard Deck, but it was still going to be amazing.

“Think we should get her home,” Bradley announced as you keened over your building orgasm. You pouted when they removed their hands. Bradley arched a brow and smiled before sliding his finger between your lips. As soon as you were done cleaning it, Jake’s was there wiggling and taunting your mouth. Like an obedient good girl, you tongued the taste of yourself off his finger too.

“You close our tab?” Bradley asked.

Jake hummed, his eyes still focused on your mouth. “Yup. We’re good to go.”

Bradley stood from the booth, adjusting his jeans. “C’mon sluts.”

Jake chuckled and plucked a toothpick from the container in his pocket. You stared at it, buzzed and still on the edge. Bravely you took the toothpick from between Jake’s teeth and with your eyes locked on his, you slid it between your lips and sucked, sliding the stick in and out like you would if it was his dick. You twirled your tongue around the tip and winked. Jake’s jaw dropped as you licked the cinnamon taste off your lips and then offered it back to him. The surprise on his face was replaced by a promise of what you had to look forward to.

Bradley laughed. “Honey, you’re in deep shit now.”

Jake grabbed your hand and yanked you out of the booth. Before you realized what he was doing, he lifted and heaved you over his shoulder. “You’re so in for it when we get home, slut.”

“Jake!” you screeched as he carried you through the throngs of people. Most of the strangers cheered in appreciation, some with wide eyes as one hot aviator carried you out, a second strolling just a few steps behind. Even Maverick and Penny were laughing at the end of the bar. You buried your face in Jake’s shoulder and squealed from embarrassment when he spanked you in front of everyone. Your skirt barely covered your ass and the entire bar got a flash of your blue lace panties. You could only hope that no one could see how wet they were.

“Jake! Seresin! Put me down!” Your demands fell on deaf ears as Jake sauntered out of the bar.

“Get it!” A drunk Payback hollered, whistles following. “You the men!”

“J, put me down!” People in the parking lot laughed as they stopped and watched Jake carry you towards Bradley’s truck. “Everyone just saw my panties!”

Both men chuckled, and Jake responded, “you didn’t seem to mind them watchin’ us finger you, sweetheart.”

When you reached the Bronco, Bradley held open the side door so Jake could carefully set you down in the seat. You pushed his arms off, and began to complain, “don’t do that again, Seresin!”

He clicked in your seatbelt before tugging your chin towards him. “Now they all know that you’re our slut. But only B and I get to use this sweet pussy.” To further his point he smacked between your legs.

That shut you up. You whined when Bradley shut the door and the two of them stepped back.

“You good to drive?” Jake asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Bradley replied.

“Alright.” Jake ruffled Bradley’s hair, dodging a weak punch to the shoulder. Jake grabbed the Bronco’s back door and climbed up over it and into the backseat.

Thankfully the ride home was only ten minutes. Jake kept a hand on your neck from behind while Bradley’s unoccupied hand wandered from your breast to your stomach to your arm over the seatbelt.

“More, boys,” you whined, legs falling open. The wet lace was cool with the ocean air coming in through the open windows. “Want you to touch me.”

At a four-way stop Jake leaned forward. His hands moved over your top, kneading your breasts over your bra. “Wanna let her touch herself?”

Bradley chuckled and looked over at you. “Go ahead, baby. But no coming.”

“Thank you.” You flipped your skirt up to your waist. For the last mile home you rubbed yourself over the blue lace, bringing yourself back to the edge as shivers unrelated to the breeze ran through you.

“Don’t come sweetheart.” Jake’s filthy mouth continued to run, the hand holding your neck tightening just enough to remind you that it was there. “I know you want to but if you do then no coming later.”

You moaned, pressing your fingers just right on your clit.

“Jesus, she fuckin’ likes that,” Jake laughed. “Better not get cum on the seat.”

“Holy fuck.” Bradley struggled to keep his eyes on the road. “Look so good like this. In my truck, holy shit. What’re you gonna do for us at home, baby?”

You could see the house up ahead but you still wiggled your hips, working the lace roughly. If the drive had been a minute longer you would have gotten up and ridden the seat’s seam. “Want you both inside me.”

Bradley hummed in agreement. “What else?”

“Want you to come inside me,” you whined. Just a little more. “Need you both.”

“Maybe we should take turns on her. Fuck her stupid and blissed out like the little slut she is.” Jake added. Bradley groaned and readjusted his cock in his jeans, apparently just as turned on by Jake’s filthy mouth as you were.

“Fuck!” you whimpered, fingers moving faster. “God yes. Fuck your little slut.”

Both men groaned your name but thankfully you were home. The truck finally parked and Bradley killed the engine, hopping out of his seat. Reluctantly you had to take your hand away from your panties as Jake carried you into the house. Together they worked to strip you in the foyer. Bradley carried you, naked and desperate, down the hall. Jake stripped his clothes off on the way and you couldn’t help but think that he would’ve made an amazing stripper in another life.

“Alright.” In the bedroom Jake stopped and kicked off his jeans. Both of you watched as Bradley stripped his shirts off. Jake grabbed your hand when you tried to reach for Bradley’s belt. “Sweetheart, look at me. Color?”

You were drunk, wet and extremely turned on. But you knew if you said stop, they’d stop. They’d make a snack, put on your favorite movie, and cuddle you in bed without a complaint. But that was the very last thing you wanted.

“Green. Please.”

“Thatta girl.” Jake gripped the back of your neck and pulled you into a deep kiss. Bradley kissed and bit at your neck and then Jake’s. Minutes of making out passed until all you knew was their tastes and touches, the three of you giving and taking until your legs were going to give out. Finally they pulled away, Bradley holding up your body from behind. He nuzzled his face in your neck, the scratch of his mustache sending shivers down your body. He groaned when Jake spoke.

“Knees, baby.”

Shakily you used Bradley’s hands to brace yourself and get down on your knees. Both men moved to sit on the edge of the bed, naked with knees splayed as they looked down at you. Their bodies were works of art, sculpted muscles and tan skin. You were happy to be on your knees for men so gorgeous. And you’d never had trouble coming untouched just watching them.

“Let’s see your beautiful eyes,” Bradley instructed. You looked up at them, eyes wide and swollen mouth open. “Show J how bad you want him.”

Obediently you nodded and leaned up on your knees, smiling at Jake before wrapping one hand around his cock and sliding your lips around him. Bradley was slowly stroking his own cock, but their attention was locked on your full mouth.

“God, your perfect mouth. Never get enough of it,” Jake gasped. He ran his thumb across your cheek, smearing your makeup. “So good for us, baby.”

You hummed at his praise, happy to be their good slut. Desperate for friction, you slid your free hand between your legs, rocking your fingers over your aching clit.

“No more touchin’ yourself.” Bradley grabbed your wrist and wrapped your fingers around his own cock. “You try to get off without us, you’re not gettin’ off at all.”

You whimpered but followed his rhythm of stroking that matched your sucking of Jake’s cock. Heat was burning inside your core and you had to close your eyes and clench your thighs together to stop yourself from coming.

Jake was getting close and he gasped as you bobbed a little faster over him. Bradley gripped the back of Jake’s neck and tugged him into a filthy kiss, crashing together with more teeth and force than they'd ever use with you. Jake groaned and fisted his fingers into Bradley’s hair. It was so unbelievably hot to see them locked together, so rough yet intimate, that Jake’s wet cock fell from your open mouth as you watched.

“Only reason you should be stopping is to suck me off, but I don’t see you doing that.” Bradley slapped your left tit and then the right. You let free a shriek before moving over to suck Bradley’s cock in your mouth.

“God she feels so good,” Bradley moaned to a panting Jake, who hummed in agreement as he bit at the other’s neck. “Want you to fuck her. I gotta come in this sweet mouth.”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned. “Okay. Slutty girl, gonna fuck you til you cry.”

You whimpered at his words, eyes already wide and wet.

“Use your words, baby.” Bradley gave you permission to slow. His fingers delicately traced your jaw. “You want J to fuck you?”

Turns out, you weren’t a lady after all. “Fuckin’ ruin me.”

“There’s our little slut.” Jake grinned proudly. He lifted you up onto the mattress on your hands and knees, your head at the top of the bed in Bradley’s spread lap.

Your mouth went back to work, and Bradley tipped his head back, groaning as you sucked down his cock. “Holy shit.”

“Sweet slutty pussy,” Jake teased from behind, his cock head sliding slippery from your pussy lips to your asshole. A hand gripped your hip tight but he gave you leniency to push your hips back in search for more. “Damn, baby. Your cunt is fuckin’ soaked.”

“Quit teasin’,” Bradley groaned, hands tightening his hold of your head. “Shut up and fuck her already, Seresin.”

“God, you really are bossy,” Jake replied. “Love tryin’ to tell us what to do, huh Bradshaw?”

All three of you moaned in unison as he sunk deep inside you in one hard thrust. You choked on Bradley’s dick as you were forced forward. A feral moan built in your chest as the boys started using you in a steady, desperate give and take.

“So good,” Bradley groaned. “Gonna take it all, aren’t you? Take all of our cum?”

You nodded as best you could, wanting them both to see how much you wanted to please them. Again you scrunched your eyes closed, tears sliding free down your cheeks as you took Bradley deeper. Your entire body was humming with the build of an epic orgasm.

“Yes, like that,” Bradley said, flicking his eyes up to Jake. “You look so good.”

“You love it when I’m watchin’ you,” Jake hummed in agreement. “God, Bradley. She’s so god damn tight. Squeezin’ me.”

All thought left you, your body trembling with pleasure. You were stuffed full, moaning for more. Your pussy clenched around Jake’s cock and he slapped your ass hard. You pulled off of Bradley so you could scream each time Jake slapped your ass, the sharp pain a perfect match for his deep relentless thrusts. You were going to explode, strung out between them.

“Please, J,” you begged, wanting anything and everything they’d give you. “B, please…please.”

“Sweetheart, you get that slutty mouth back on Bradshaw or you don’t get to come at all.”

You obediently looked back up at Bradley, silently begging for his cock.

“Open your mouth for me, baby.” His hand on your cheek was tender, but his hard fuck of your face was brutal. You kept your eyes on his, fingers gripping the sheets as Jake fucked you, driving you forward. “Good girl—that's a good fuckin’ girl, oh my god."

When your knees began to give out, Jake wrapped an arm around your waist. His hand slid down your stomach, and he finally touched you. Your poor clit had been aching since the drive home and his hard circles almost sent you over the edge. You were fluttering around Jake, choking on Bradley, tears sliding down your cheeks.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” Jake groaned. “C’mere B.”

Jake held out his soaked fingers to Bradley, who leaned in to suck your cum off of them. You couldn’t see the look between them but you felt them both tense and groan. Jake’s grip on your hip tightened and Bradley gasped, choking on Jake’s fingers. Jake slammed into you hard and with a loud moan he came, heat filling your core. Bradley gasped out both of your names, fingers tightening in your hair. And you shattered apart.

The ecstasy of it was indescribable. You were gone from your body, spasming, arching, squeezing until somehow another wave was hitting you. More pleasure came from somewhere new, and you were lost in how good it was, waves and waves until everything whited out.

Suddenly you jerked awake. It took a few seconds to blink and focus, but you found Jake’s face in front of you. He cupped your cheeks, smiling with full dimples as you took a deep breath.

“You're comin’ back to us, sweetheart,” he reassured. “We’re right here.”

“Deep breaths,” Bradley added. You felt the rumble of him against your back, and relaxed as you came back to the Earth, to the bedroom, to your hot naked aviator boyfriends.

“Hi,” you sighed and smiled up at Bradley.

“Hi baby. Can you tell me my name?”

“Bradley Bradshaw,” you reported, just like you’d practiced.

“And mine?” Jake asked. You held out your hand for his, squeezing it when you saw his concern. He’d been worried that they pushed you too far.

“Jacob Seresin.” You nodded, reassuring him. “I’m okay, J. I’m okay.”

“And you are?” The boys waited patiently as you recited your name successfully. They both sighed in relief, kissing your skin and whispering comforting words.

The first time the boys had truly fucked you out, you went deep under. It scared the hell out of them both. They’d learned how to comfort you when you came to, releasing Bradley’s guilt and Jake’s worry. It was never their intention to push you too far, but you never complained. You knew they would always stop if you asked, but you loved being used by both of them. Sometimes you just needed a little extra attention transitioning back from dirty slut to sweet girlfriend.

“That’s our girl.” Bradley held you tighter. You hummed into his embrace, smiling when Jake slid your calves into his lap, softly massaging them.

“How long was I out?”

“A few minutes,” Jake replied. “You’re okay though.”

“Scares me when that happens. I don’t like it.” Bradley frowned. “You know we’d never hurt you, right?”

“Bradley, you didn’t hurt me. You never would.” You patted his arm that was wrapped around you. “I’m so happy with you two. And that sex was fuckin’ amazing.”

Bradley kissed your shoulder. “You were so good for us.”

You relaxed in their comfort and touch. Until you remembered you’d passed out mid ecstasy. “Wait!” You sat up in alarm. “Did you guys come too?”

Both men laughed out loud. Jake grinned and shook his head. “Here we’re worried about you being unconscious and abused. And you sweet girl, are worrying about us. But yes, we did. You were amazing.”

You hummed. “okay good.”

“Shower time.” Jake started to lift your legs off the bed.

“Noooo, let’s stay in bed,” You whined, your arms and legs heavy. The tequila buzz had faded but all you wanted was to be curled up between your boys.

“There’s that attitude again,” Bradley scolded, this time playfully. “Let’s shower and then I’ll make you French toast.”

“Okay,” you smiled. “That’s a pretty good deal.” You wrapped your arms around Jake’s shoulders as he carried you to the bathroom. “I say shower, French toast, then cuddles.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Saturday nights out at The Hard Deck were the best times, made even better by the two gorgeous fighter pilots by your side. You were definitely going to be hungover and sore the next day. But it’d been worth it. You had your sweet, filthy boyfriends and they had their beautiful, dirty slut.

THE END

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weirdly specific and unrelated asks to know someone well:

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READ THIS AMAZING PIECE FROM MY TWIN @evansrogerskitten

Don't Think, Just Do

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x civilian!Reader (honorary call sign: Miramar)

Rooster has a crush.

WC: 2804 Warnings: None. This is all sweet, funny fluff.

A/N: Thanks to my best beta @letsby, who I know will be a Jake writer soon! And my twinsie bestie @thebeautifullydamnedone for your encouragement!

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From Rooster’s POV

I hate feeling outta control like this.

For fucks sake, I’m a fighter pilot. A lieutenant, a naval aviator, a Top Gun grad. I’m strong, brave and very disciplined. I’m ready to take on any fucking challenge and prove to the world that I’m as good of a man as Maverick is, as good as my dad was. I’m not afraid of anything. I’m Bradley Bradshaw, for fucks sake. The best of the fuckin’ best.

But I have one weakness - I am ass over elbows crazy about a beautiful, smart, creative, funny, kind woman, who within an hour of us meeting turned me into a bumbling, flustered 13 year old girl.

The first day we met was on base. When Mav introduced her as a civilian contractor assigned to our squad, I wanted to run outta there. When she smiled at me, I knew immediately that I was fucked. It’s been months since, and my crush only gets worse every day. I can barely look at her without my cheeks and ears turning bright red. I stumble over my words and my brain goes fucking blank, as if I’m completely stupid. And I’m not! I’m smart. I aced the OAR exams to get into officer school! Aced ‘em. Like higher than most everyone else.

But when she’s around my hands tremble. I sloshed beer all over a very annoyed Coyote one day in the midst of my obsession. I can’t even hold a pool stick right. It’s bad. One time during beach volleyball I got painfully hard just seeing her in a t-shirt and little jean shorts. Like, I had to leave the game before I came in my shorts just looking at her. It’s mortifying.

Even Mav knows. Which means Penny knows, and probably Amelia too. The whole damn family knows I’m whipped! It was so embarrassing when Mav sat me down and wanted to have a talk about my feelings. “Don’t think just do,” is terrible advice when I can barely look at her most of the time.

She’s just so awesome though. I do laugh at her cute jokes, and notice how sweet she is remembering everyone’s birthdays and holidays. She delivered soup to me when I was sick, comforted Phoenix when her girlfriend dumped her, and started a book club with Bob. She even helped Fanboy plan his dad’s funeral. There is so much good in her. She reminds me of my mom when she does stuff like that. She’s just so amazing.

And then I see her every day and fuck, I’ve never wanted anyone so bad. She’s gorgeous, and it’s not just her hot ass and perfect tits. It's the brightness in her eyes, the curve of her hips, her soft hands that have brushed past mine a couple times. Even her clavicle is beautiful. Her clavicle! Like it’s a crush but wow, Bradshaw.

And to make it worse, I dream about her all the time - not just sex dreams, which are awesome, but real domestic shit - cuddling on my couch and having a bunch of rugrats and marrying her at sunset on the beach. I want to fuck her senseless but I also want to make her heart-shaped blueberry pancakes in the morning.

Okay, so I’m more like a 11 year old girl. And I’ve lost any chill I may have had before she came into my life.

“Bradshaw!”

“What?” I snap at Phoenix’s demand. God she’s loud.

“You gonna play?” She gestures at the pool table.

Oh right, The Hard Deck. I step up to the table and survey my options. But of course that’s the moment that my dream girl arrives, her laugh ringing through the bar like wind chimes on a breezy beach day. I swallow and focus back on the table but I subsequently scratch my shot when she reaches our group.

“Miramar!” Fanboy yells out her honorary call sign. When the guys decided to give her one, she was so excited, I thought she was gonna cry. It was adorable.

“Hi guys.” She’s grinning, happier than I’d ever seen her. She gives Phoenix a half hug, Fanboy a high five, and then waves at everyone else. I catch her eye and she smiles, and I swear I try to smile back but I think my expression comes out all weird. I can’t even control my face without looking like a total jackass around her.

What is she…fuck. She’s wearing a short green dress - I’ve never seen her in a dress. She always wears jeans or shorts. One time she wore a connected shirt and shorts thing, and that was cute. But never a dress. Wow. It looks so soft and it’s a pretty dark green and it shows off her legs. God, I wanna get between those thighs. Make her just come over and over until she -

“Hey Rooster, it’s my shot,” Payback interrupts my thoughts. “Rooster! Dude, what’s wrong with you?”

My girl - the girl, ugh, she’s not mine - is talking to Phoenix and Fanboy, laughing about something. I move aside when Payback taps me again on the shoulder. Phoenix makes Miramar laugh and for a moment I think that I might just keel right over. Her laugh makes me want to play the piano, to capture the sound of her in a song.

God damn whipped. Get your shit together, man! Best of the best, remember?!

“Hi Rooster.” Suddenly Miramar’s in front of me, in that dress, giving me the cutest little wave and shy smile. Oh. Wow. And her mouth is all pink and shiny too. Dress and the lip stuff? I might actually faint.

Phoenix is giving me wide eyes at my delayed response. Oh yeah. Speak.

“Hey,” I wave back, dropping my sweaty hand when it looks like a robotic sign of surrender. “How, ummmm…how are you?”

“I’m great!” She grins, nearly shimmering with excitement. One of her hands rests on my forearm and I look down at it for a second. Has she ever touched my arm before? “I found out that I might get to stay at Top Gun permanently!”

“That’s great!” It comes out all squeaky, and I revert back to teenager status. She looks so beautiful, all happy and glowing. As soon as she takes her hand back, my arm feels cold. More than anything I want to hold her. Hug her and squeeze her, let everyone see her on my arm as my girl. My woman.

“You…that’s…good for you, and ummm yeah…congrats. Really.” My throat is dry but I have no idea where my beer is. I can’t stop the flush that spreads across my cheeks and neck as she smiles at me. She looks like she’s gonna reach out again but she stops, waits. C’mon Bradshaw. Don’t think, just do.

Nope, still doesn’t work. Usually with women I’m cool as a cucumber. I’ve never had trouble getting a girl. Most of the time all it takes is a five-minute serenade followed by half a beer and I’m closing the deal. But this woman is just so special and she’s looking at me like she’s waiting for me to say something, anything. I have so many openers right here, speak you idiot! But I just purse my lips and look down to my shoes.

“Congrats sweetheart,” a dumbass accent interrupts as Hangman slithers up to her side. “Such a hard worker, and so pretty too. Aren’t we proud of her, Bradshaw?”

Oh hell no. I watch in horror as Hangman wraps his arm around her shoulders. Miramar glances up at me, and it feels like everyone we know is waiting around for my response. But I’m completely tongue tied and frozen in place. Wait, she likes him?! Of all people, HIM?!

“Hey Jake, buy me a drink?” she sighs, her eyes still on me.

Since when was he JAKE?!

“It’d be my honor. Lead the way, darlin’.” Hangman lets her turn towards the bar first before he meets my eyes. He’s challenging me, goading me to do something about this. But with a disappointed shake of his head he pushes past me, wrapping an arm around her waist on the way to the bar.

Well this must be what heartbreak feels like. I can’t watch this wonderful woman fall for the creepy charm of an evil bastard like Seresin. Hangman is going to use her and hurt her and she’ll never want to be with a pilot again and then I’ll never have…

“Rooster,” Phoenix says loudly, clearly for a second time. “Rooster!”

When I focus on her I find a concerned Bob, Fanboy and Payback staring at me over her shoulders. Even Coyote is unamused.

“Dude, you cannot let that happen,” Payback gestures towards the bar. “You gotta get in there.”

“She wants him,” I sigh, looking towards the bar where Miramar’s laughing with Hangman. God I hate him. “I can’t compete with him when it comes to her.”

“Bullshit!” Bob rarely swears. “She doesn’t want Hangman.”

“Who does she want then?” God, I am so pathetic.

“You, you idiot!” Phoenix smacks me on the side of the head, which fucking hurts. “She asked me if you’d be here tonight! She always asks about you! Always asks me why you don’t talk to her. Asks me why you’ve never asked her out. But you’re too chicken shit. So go over there now and do it. Ask her out right now!”

“Really? She asks about me?” I gulp back my fear and look over at the bar. My heart leaps into my throat as I make eye contact with her again. What the actual fuck, is that asshole actually holding her hand?! “But he already got her.”

Phoenix throws her hands up. She’s wrong when she says I’m the dramatic one but whatever. “Fine. Let HANGMAN take the woman you’ve been crushing on for months. Let HANGMAN take the one person you’ve considered spending more than one night with in years. Let HANGMAN take your dream girl from you.”

Shit. Phoenix is right. I’m not a second choice, damnit! Not to anyone, especially Hangman. A growl I don’t realize I can make comes outta me. Time to do somethin’ about this. My friends are sighing in relief as I stomp away.

“Hey!” I announce when I reach the bar. Apparently it’s louder than necessary because Miramar jumps and everyone around looks up at me in alarm. Oops. Hangman just smirks at me as he slides his hand up her back. It’s been a long time since I punched him, and his stupid smug face is overdue for a broken nose.

“Hey Bradshaw.” He grins. “Want somethin’?”

I ignore him, looking down at her with a tremble of adrenaline. “Can I talk to you? Ummm, away from him?”

Miramar glances over at Hangman, who winks at her. I take a step towards him but he holds his hands up like he hasn’t done a damn thing wrong. I’m ready to smack that grin off his face. She’s watching this bullshit roll out between us, the smallest smile on her lips. “Let’s go outside.”

I lead her to the side of the bar where the fire pit is lit. The sun is starting to set and there’s a bit of ocean breeze, but thankfully no one is clustered around the fire yet. I don’t need an audience for this. I need to be cool. Tell her the truth. Just do it, Bradshaw. But I start out so crazy.

“Don’t you dare fuck Hangman.” In my head it doesn’t sound so dickish but my voice is all growly and I cannot stand the idea of him touching her ever again. “I mean, don’t. Don’t fuck him. Please.”

She crosses her arms and looks at me sternly. “And why not?”

There’s more crazy running through my head but I’m so done with feeling like this. My entire life is about control - my schedule, my health, my work. I fly F-18’s for fucks sake! That takes so much control! What is my fuckin’ problem?

She takes half a step towards me, and it looks like there’s hope shining in her eyes. Stop thinkin’ so loud, Bradshaw! Just do it!

She lets out a shaky breath as I slide my hand across her cheek and kiss her. It’s soft, tentative. I don’t want to push too far and ruin this. But she smiles against my lips, covering that final distance between us. Holy shit! I’m kissing her. We’re actually kissing. Us! Kissing! And then my mind goes blank as her mouth opens under mine, and a dormant fire between us flash burns, kisses so hot that everything else fades away.

When we break apart she giggles. Her fingers slide across my neck, tracing one of my scars. “Took you long enough.”

“You wanted this?” I can’t understand how I possibly waited for this moment.

“Yes! I like you, Bradley! I thought I could get your attention by flirting with you or playing volleyball in little shorts or wearing a dress.” She gestures down at her outfit. My hands smooth down her back and over her ribcage, and she makes the most beautiful little whine when I squeeze her waist. She slides her arms around my shoulders, hips pressed against mine. “But it took the worst to get your attention.”

“And what’s that?” The dress is very distracting. There’s little green buttons on the front. I bet I could unloop all of them at once with the right hook of my finger. Kiss all of her beautiful soft skin. I just want to worship her, take her apart, make her mine.

“I got Hangman to help me trap you,” she grins. “Actually, it was Phoenix's idea.”

I’ll worry about the buttons later. “Wait, what?! Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She looks down at my chest, and for the first time since I met her she looks afraid, which is the last thing I want. I tip her chin up, and show her in kisses how much I want her and how sorry I am that I waited for this.

“God, I can’t believe this.” I kiss her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. Her giggles are so fucking cute. “We should’ve been doing this the whole time.”

“Exactly.” She goes in for another kiss, not letting up until we’re both swaying with the ocean breeze, our hearts racing and breath catching. The tide is coming in under the sunset and the fire beside us is glowing. It’s romantic as fuck. Like the perfect first kiss, perfect first makeout, perfect first us. My hands have slid from her waist to her ass all on their own and she whimpers a little as I kiss down her neck.

“I adore you,” I say before I realize words are even coming out of me.

Her entire body kinda melts against mine and she looks so damn happy. And I love that I did that. Her fingers bunch up in my hair and damn it feels good. “I like you so much, Bradley. I feel like a teenage girl with a crush, all smitten and twitterpated.”

I’m grinning like an idiot as she keeps rambling. It’s adorable.

“You’re funny and smart. So brave. And I love your mustache,” she teases, running a finger over it and then across my top lip.

“You like it?” Finally my nerves have chilled out and I feel like I can actually flirt with her. “Maybe you can ride it later.”

Wow. I just said that. What the fuck, Bradshaw. No chill after all.

We look at each other with wide eyes, but she’s not pulling away.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I laugh cuz I really am an idiot.

“Don’t be,” she straight purrs. Holy fuck, the fire between us is gonna light up the whole beach. “I’d like that.”

“God, you are the most amazing woman in the world.” I pull her closer, connecting our lips again. We should probably go back to my place but I don’t want to move from this spot. I’m not ready to stop kissing her, not even long enough to drive home.

Thankfully the circle around the fire pit is still vacant, although I know our friends will come spy on us soon. I slide down onto one of the beach chairs and pull her into my lap. I always imagined that she’d be this perfect, this responsive, this smokin’ hot. When she whispers my name, I realize I am completely, idiotically, 100% head over heels in love with this woman.

As the fire burns in the circle before us, I kiss her over and over. No more time for thinking. We have a lot to make up for.

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Wishful Drinking (Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw)

Lana yet again runs into her ex, Bradley, and sparks fly once more. They’ve done this song and dance before, and it’s never gone anywhere apart from the bedroom. But maybe this time will be different. Or is that just “wishful drinking”?

WC: This does contain smut and semi public sex!!! So beware of that if you’re not interested in reading that!

A/N: So, if you don’t listen to country, this song is inspired by Ingrid Andress and Sam Hunt’s song, “Wishful Drinking”. It struck a cord with me and I had an idea almost immediately! Also, a FOREVER thank you to @evansrogerskitten for being the best editor, even when it’s not easy and you have to tell me to add WAY more to perfect it! I’m so glad I have your expertise and I’m thankful for your friendship that came along with your amazing editing skills.

It is a regular Friday evening rush at the Hard Deck. Lana, the young bartender Penny hired years ago, has agreed to come in on her night off to help Penny with the evening rush. Lana isn’t sure about giving up part of her Friday night, but Penny has offered free drinks for her the rest of the night which makes all the pouring drinks worth it. Lana has intended to meet some friends after work anyway, so it’s easy to convince them to drink at The Hard Deck as well. Tonight is a perfect night to do so. The Hard Deck is full of young aviators, their dates, and friends.

Penny glances over at her and smiles, “Lana, can you tell Jimmy to change the Bud Light keg for me?”

Lana agrees and goes in search to find Jimmy. She and her friends normally avoid the Hard Deck because of her job, but also because of all the Naval Aviators that come in on a regular basis. Rather, the certain Naval Aviators that come in, her ex included. But it is inevitable tonight. After finding Jimmy Lana finds herself behind the bar again. When asked for a draft she waits for Jimmy to change it before pouring it. She smiles up at her customer and pushes a full Bud Light pint at him and wipes down the bar as he leaves.

Penny comes up behind her. “I so appreciate you coming in, Lana. Like I said, free drinks for you tonight! You can get out of here in the next twenty minutes or so. It’s calming down now, and Jacob said he’ll come in for the rest of the shift!”

“Sure thing, Pen.” Lana nods and continues to wipe down the bar, glancing around at the rowdy group of patrons. She loves working at The Hard Deck. It is always bustling, and she makes good money here. Granted, some of the faces are familiar after a while but that is the fun of the job. The only problem is the visiting aviators.

Lana is restocking some of the liquor and refilling the ice bins when her friends come into the bar. She smiles and motions them over to a table.

“You’re not going to believe who just waltzed into this bar right before us!” Her friend Jess squeals at her.

Lana glances around but can already feel the goosebumps on her arms starting to raise. “Who?” But right as she says it, she sees him from across the bar. Her ex, Bradley Bradshaw, is with a group of familiar regulars. Right about now Lana wishes she is just about anywhere but here. Right as she goes to look away, he looks up, right at her and a small smile crosses his mustached face. She looks away and shakes her head to get him out of her thoughts.

Jess smiles at her sweetly and mouths “Bradley” even though Lana is trying to change the subject. “Right, anyway. What are you girls drinking?”

Lana’s ex shows up every few years and it is never awkward, just not a good idea. They have hooked up a few times since initially breaking up, and it never ends well. Not badly, but nothing has ever come of it after that. Lana and Bradley had broken up for irreconcilable differences. He is career-oriented, and she is a free spirit.

In the background, she hears someone mess with the jukebox and “Wishful Drinking” starts to play in the background over all the ruckus of the bar. She smiles to herself, the song always reminds her of Bradley.

Five years ago. Lana remembers fondly one of the last nights they had spent before they had broken up. She was studying for her Business Management exams and she was beyond stressed. He got home earlier than usual and walked straight into one of her common freak outs about school that were normally witnessed by her laptop alone.

He walked straight over to her, shut her laptop, lifted her into his arms from the chair and hugged her tight. She inhaled the combination of sweat and cologne on his flight suit and instantly her day felt better already.

“Stop stressin, darlin. You got this. You know you do. I know you do. Take a break and spend some time with me…”

Right there in the kitchen, after dinner and almost a full bottle of wine, he pulled her back to him and they danced and laughed for hours. The Sam Hunt station playing over the Alexa. No stress. No school. No work. Just the two of them and the intense feelings they felt towards each other but hadn’t yet fully expressed.

After being pulled from her memories she takes her friends’ drink orders, and some shit about being in the same place as her Bradley. Lana goes behind the bar to mix their drinks. She is halfway through mixing them when Penny comes behind her. “You can get outta here, if you want, kiddo. Jacob just got here, and I see your friends!”

“Okay, I’ll clock out.” Lana smiles at Penny as she starts a tab for her friends. She runs the drinks and then comes back to clock out when a familiar voice from behind her catches her attention.

“Busy tonight, darlin?” She smiles to herself but keeps her face neutral as she turns back to her ex boyfriend, Bradley Bradshaw.

“Darlin? Who you callin’ ‘darlin’, Bradshaw?” She grabs a wet towel and wipes down the bar in front of him. “What’ll it be, Lieutenant?” She stares him down playfully and he sizes her up and down like he hasn’t seen her in years. Which, now that she is thinking about it, he hasn’t. The last time they had seen each other was at least three years ago.

He seems to appreciate what he is seeing as he looks back up into her eyes. “I think we’re keeping it simple tonight. I’ll take five drafts of whatever’s cheapest, Lana.” Smiling, Lana turns to grab them but a hand on her waist freezes her in her spot as Jacob, the other bartender, comes up behind her.

She can’t help but notice Bradley’s eyes narrow and hands ball into a fist at the sight of Jacob’s hand on her hip as he moves around her. “I’ll grab those for ya, it’s her off time! See you later, Lana?”

Lananods at Jacob and then fake salutes Bradley who grins at her before she comes out from behind the bar. She goes over to her friends who shriek at the small contact she’s had with Bradley already. She sips at her drinks but can’t help but keep him partially in her eyesight, and he does the same.

As the night goes on the two groups end up slowly growing closer together. Lana’s friends are less than discreet as they attempt to make friends with the aviators in Bradley’s group. Lana rolls her eyes at them, thinking that they seriously need to chill. She knows how her and Bradley’s little song and dance goes. They’ll end up together somehow.

When her friends succeed in merging the two parties, and Bradley ends up leaning against the pool table beside her, she’s not surprised at all.

When she looks over he’s looking down at her. Their height difference is obvious when they’re next to each other like this. “So, you still work here, huh?” She smiles at his attempt at small talk and takes a sip of her mixed drink before looking up at him.

“Same place I’ve worked for the past few years. Good tips and great times can’t be beat. Plus, every once in a while, I get to run into some old friends.” She winks playfully at him and nudges his shoulder slightly as he grins at her. “Penny is the best boss I’ve ever had, so that definitely keeps me around.”

“So, you can stay in one place longer than a month. Interesting.” He says it playfully, but she can tell there’s a little bit of resentment in there as well. Part of the reason they broke up was because she wanted to travel and see the world. Lana didn’t want to do long-distance. They had both hated to break up because they’d been so damn good together.

She remembers the last fight they had. “What do you mean you want to travel more? You don’t travel anywhere now as it is, how can you travel more?!”, Bradley yelled. The line hurt her, but she kept her face neutral. “I don’t get this Lana, you want to break up because we’re too good together and it scares you! Just admit it!” Lana hated when Bradley yelled at her, but he’d never been so passionate about it.

“I won’t admit that because it’s not true! I just think after school I want to travel and see the world and you’ll never leave North Island as long as there’s planes to fly here! That’s just a simple fact, Bradley! Why don’t you get that? You have this amazing job and you’ve already achieved so much and seen so much! And that’s amazing. I’m proud of you! But I haven’t done that, Bradley. I’ve seen and done NOTHING outside of school!”

Bradley sighed and reached over to take her hand but she pulled it away to make a point. “Honey, you can go see and do things and I'll be right here. Lana…I lo-”

Immediately she stood from the table and held up a hand, halting his statement. “Please don’t. Please don’t say that right now and make this harder than it has to be. We’ve only been dating like eight months….”

She had been terrified of her feelings for Bradley. They had come hard and fast and had obliterated her when she’d had to leave him. And the worst part? Lana hadn’t even traveled much. She went to England for a week but got homesick and came right back home. And then she’d felt she’d done it all for nothing. But her feelings for Bradley hadn’t changed even through all of that, and apparently neither had his.

They prove that pretty much every single time they get back together. They always site dumb things like “seeking closure” and “curiosity” when they hook up but they both know it is something more than that. They are just never sure what it is.

“Yeah well, I can stick around if there’s good money involved.” Lana jokes right back at him. She’s hoping it’ll get better being around him because right now it’s a little heavy.

For a few moments it’s quiet as they watch their respective friends mingle with each other. Lana takes the final sip of her mixed drink and shakes the empty glass in her hands. “Refill time.” She can feel the tension dissolve with each step she takes away from him. Penny already has another mixed drink waiting by the time she gets to the bar and for that she’s thankful.

Lana takes a long drink, closing her eyes as she does. But a brush of fabric against her bare arm has her opening her eyes to look at Bradley taking the spot next to her. “I’m sorry, for…saying that. It was my attempt at a poor joke.”

Lana smiles at him because she knows he’d never be cruel on purpose, it just wasn’t in his nature. “It’s all good, Bradley. I know. We’re good.” He smiles down at her and she can’t help but notice the proximity of them. His hand dangling at his side is practically touching her bare hip where her sundress stops covering her leg.

“You know, it’s getting late….” She grins up at him as she sips at her drink, silently observing his attempt at being flirty. He’s turned more towards her now as he says it and she can tell he wants to reach out and touch her in some way. She can see it in his eyes and she’s sure he can see it in hers.

She nods after a moment, and gently tugs at the bottom of his Hawaiian shirt to close the small distance between them. She’s hoping he’ll get the hint that she’s fine with where this is going. “Very observant, Bradshaw. It is getting pretty late.” She waits for him to say something else, but he seems hesitant on what to say next. His mouth opens and closes a few times. They both know where this goes, but they always end up there anyway.

“You know,” Lana starts, slowly drawing it out. “I’ve had quite a bit to drink. Think you can give me a ride home?” She watches his entire face break out into a huge grin of accomplishment as she takes the straw into her mouth once more and chugs the last part of her drink.

Bradley reaches into his pocket and pulls out his keys. “I’d hate any lady to drive home under the influence. I’m parked at the back of the lot, wanna finish your drink?” That’s when he notices that she’s already finished it and is setting the glass on the bar once more. “Need to close out your tab?”

Lana reaches over and taps the counter to get Penny’s attention subtly and smiles. “Am I good to go?” Penny gives her a thumbs up before getting distracted by Lana and Bradley’s rambunctious friends. She turns back to him and smiles. “Ready?”

Bradley nods at her and subtly snakes his arm around her waist as they exit the bar, steadying her even more. His hand has part of her sundress bunched under it and it sends goosebumps up her arms and down her legs a little. She smiles as he points to the very back of the lot where the Bronco sits in all its glory. They make their way to it as the parking lot gets darker the farther they get from the bar. It’s quieter out here as well.

Lana realizes she actually has had quite a bit to drink when she stumbles slightly, but his arm around her waist refuses to let her fall. When they get to the passenger side of the Bronco, Bradley whirls her around and his hands easily grab her waist before picking her up and slamming her gently against the passenger side door.

Her lips connect to his as her legs wrap tightly around his waist. His hands roam up her dress as their tongues mingle together in a tango of push and pull to see who will win. She’s smiling against his lips as his hands find her breasts over her dress. He caresses them lovingly as her hands grip tightly at his shoulders and curl into his hair.

When their lips break, Bradley immediately attacks her neck with kisses and nibbles. Lana looks up at the perfect stars in the sky. Lana can’t force herself to stop this. The fire between her and Bradley is perfect, every single time. Their bodies know exactly what the other needs. She giggles as he nips at her neck, and she grabs his cheeks softly and pulls his head over to look into her eyes. “We should get in the truck, so we’re less in the open?”

Bradley nods slowly and reaches over, opening the door for her and gently puts her down on the seat. “Stay right there.” He jokes to her. She grins with excitement as he closes the door behind her. He practically runs around the truck as she tries to calm her breathing down but the second he gets in the truck he’s reaching for her again.

“Come here.”

Lana climbs over the seats and into his lap, immediately connecting their mouths again. She thinks to herself how lucky it is that she has decided to wear the little blue sundress she loves so much as Bradley reaches down to unbutton his pants. He’s rushing and she knows why. They’ve both waited for this all night, since they first clocked eyes with each other. And if Lana was being true with herself, she’d been waiting for years.

Lana puts a hand on Bradley’s chest which makes him hesitate but she smiles before taking over for his hands. “Here, let me.” She unbuttons his pants slower, letting the intensity build before she unzips them slowly to make him wait.

“God I love when you take control, Lana.” Bradley is eager to be inside her and she can feel him hard in his boxers.

Lana smiles as she lifts her hips just enough that he can pull his pants partially down. He practically yanks them down as he says, “I can’t wait much longer.”

Once free, his length springs from his boxers. “Jesus, Bradley.” She moans it as she positions herself immediately because she’s just as impatient as he is. When Lana lowers herself down on him she hisses at the remembrance of him from the last time. Bradley fills her completely, not too much, just enough. He gently leans the seat back more as she adjusts to his size before she decides to move.

Lana finds a tempo that works for them, starting out slowly but building. They’re both too impatient to let this go on for too long. It occurs to her after a few thrusts that they’ve neglected a condom, but she won’t stop now. They find a faster rhythm and she can feel herself unraveling on top of him.

“You feel so good, honey.” He says, practically ripping a moan straight from her. His answering moan is her undoing.

Lana is lost for a moment in the pure pleasure of it all but just as she thinks Bradley is about to finish he grabs her hips and lifts her off of him, coming all over her thighs. She climbs over to the passenger seat as they both breath heavily.

“Can you hand me the work-out towel in the backseat?” Bradley points behind him with his eyes closed. He glances at her for a second and his pupils are practically blown with happiness.

Lana reaches back and grabs the towel before handing it to him. He cleans himself up and offers her the towel for her to clean herself up as well. When she’s done cleaning her thighs she then chucks the towel back in the backseat.

“Well…. I guess we knew that was going to happen.” She says quietly but the second she does they both share a look before bursting out laughing.

Lana isn’t wrong, they both knew they would end up here. Ever since they’d broken up, they always end up getting back together in some sense. And as the years go on, she isn’t even really sure why they had broken up in the first place. It is drunken nights like this where the lines of reality and fiction blur for both of them. Nights like this make them both think maybe they are possible again.

Bradley is career-oriented, sure. But is that really a deal-breaker? As Lana thinks this to herself, he looks over at her and smiles as he pulls his pants up. “Want to watch a movie or something? I’m sure our friends think we both left anyway.”

Lana smiles back at him and shrugs.

Should she? No.

Will she? Absolutely.

“Yeah, sure, a movie does sound pretty good.” She buckles up as Bradley starts the Bronco and soon, they’re on the road. They pull up to a house that’s dimly lit with the porch light on that is his rental until this detachment he’s on is up. He helps her out of the car and to the porch but once the door is unlocked, Bradley pushes Lana up against the back of the door with a hard kiss. They make it to his bedroom this time.

The next morning comes all too early. Lana rolls onto her side and stiffens as she realizes there’s someone beside her. The night rushes back to her and she silently groans to herself quietly, “Idiot.”

Bradley Bradshaw might always be her weakness. Lana opens her eyes and sees that he’s fast asleep on his stomach with his head turned away from her. She rolls to the side of the bed as quietly as she can and rubs at her eyes. Her clothes are strewn throughout the bedroom and she’s trying to find an exit strategy when Bradley rolls over behind her.

“Is this the part where you stay, and we make breakfast and talk like friends? Or is it the part where you try to sneak off while I’m asleep and we don’t talk again until the next time we run into each other?”

Lana smiles to herself and looks over her shoulder to him. “Well, that depends,” He raises an eyebrow at her, asking her to continue with his eyes. “Which were you hoping for? Cause most people normally hope their one-night stands are gone by morning.”

Bradley groans and rolls onto his side. Lana notices that he’s bulked up quite a bit since the last time she’s seen him. “Come on, Lana, you know damn well you’re not a one-night stand.” He reaches over and touches the small of her back as he says this, and she inhales deeply at his soft touch.

Lana lets out a sarcastic laugh and grabs the sheet to cover herself more before turning back to him. “Yeah, Bradley? Then what exactly am I to you? Because this keeps happening, and we’ve never established what that means to either of us. So, if I’m not a one-night stand or a hook-up for convenience’s sake, what am I?” She says it quietly, and tries to hide the hurt in her voice but she can’t quite accomplish it.

Bradley watches her face for a few seconds after she’s done speaking and Lana can see the gears in his head working overtime to come up with an answer. It hurts Bradley that she’s upset. “I know that all of that is true. But I also know you mean more to me than some one-night stand. I know that I care for you. And it’s nights like last night that make me wonder why we even broke up in the first place.”

Lana’s eyes narrow slightly, shocked to hear him say this. A shot of adrenaline shoots through her veins. “You think that too?”

He lets out a laugh as she says it and she worries maybe he’s said it just to say it.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, I know that we broke up, and sometimes while we’re hooking up, I tell myself it’s for closure. But I think you and I both know there won’t be closure from a situation like ours.” Bradley sighs. “We were great together. And it doesn’t make any sense why we broke up. Can you think of a reason, a real reason, that we broke up other than our schedules?”

Lana opens and closes her mouth a few times before realizing he’s right. They’d broken up because Bradley was always training and when he wasn’t doing that she was working. But that was back at Top Gun for him, and college for Lana. Both of their schedules had calmed down since then.

Bradley lets out another laugh and points at her. “So, you can’t think of a reason. Yeah, me either! So why not just, I dunno, try it again? See where it goes this time? I mean, it’ll be like hopping back on a bike, we already know the basics! Right?” She smiles at him as he stares at her challengingly.

Part of Lana is scared but that’s the only part that wants to tell him no. She hasn’t really dated since Bradley, and there’s probably a reason for that. He had been exactly what she had been looking for her entire life, and he probably still is. She can’t really think of any reasons why this couldn’t work again.

“I think I’m ready for another round of me and you,” Lana grins. Bradley chuckles before grabbing her arms and pulling her over to him.

“Good, then it’s settled! You’re my gal, again.”

Lana is hopeful that this time, she stays Bradley’s forever.

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