All Is Love and War | Maxley |

➳ 18

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CHAPTER 18

Max

I tapped my finger against the steering wheel to the beat of a song. Bradley nodded his head along with the song which I had never seen him do. I wanted to explore all of his habits, to reach inside of him and pull out any thoughts he wouldn't normally tell me.

Sure, he and I were now dating, but that doesn't mean I automatically knew what was inside of his head. "I can sense you're concerned."

I gasped, "how?"

He leaned against his palm, viewing the open road ahead of us. "Your foot taps when you're worried. I kind of just figured you were concerned about me."

I nodded along with his words, "I see," I said. "So what's wrong?"

He pushed against the car seat, expressing clear unsatisfactory. "It's nothing."

Nothing meant something. Why couldn't he tell me? Tonight couldn't have gone more perfect yet he still chose to keep things away from me. I wanted to press more information from him but instead kept my mouth shut. He would tell me when he's ready and that's all I could ask for.

He pressed his lips into a tight line, finally letting out a big gasp. "My older brother's getting married. He wants me there but I'm worried we don't have the kind of connection that means I should attend. Either way I feel like I would be disappointing him."

I laughed lightly, "I thought it was something bad." I reached over to take his hand in mine. "We should go to the wedding together."

Bradley's eyes lit up, "together," there was a certain confusion and surprise in his voice. "I cause so many issues for everyone important in my life yet you still choose to stay in the midst of chaos. I could get down on my knees right now," he paused, laughing. "Never mind."

"No, no, you should."

"You're driving."

The car halted. "Since when?" Bradley shoved my shoulder playfully.

"You're a dick."

"A dick that's getting head." I pulled him across the car to sit beneath the steering wheel. In other words, at my ankles. "If I get bent over, you do this for me, Angel. Call it a trade off."

Bradley hummed, "you're such a fucker."

I brushed my hand through his hair, small strands falling from my palm. "Yeah, keep saying that. It turns me on." He gasped, putting his hand to his mouth. "Continue, Angel."

He peeled his hand from his face and used it to unbuckle my pants. "I have no words for you," he sighed.

"Good, you won't need to speak soon anyway."

He rolled his eyes. He used his hands in the beginning, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity of his stare made me want to let him have everything. His eyes weren't needy but I wanted to give him all that he ever wanted. "I must be doing good," he spoke softly. "You can barely keep your eyes from rolling back."

I tugged at his hair, "get to sucking, Angel."

His insults became muffled once he put his lips around my cock. I let him control himself in the way that he moved. I gripped the headrest as he went from the base to the tip. He kissed along the side, drawing himself back to the tip. He dropped himself down. I gazed down at his face for a mere second since he'd wrapped his lips around my cock.

"Fuck," I cried. Bradley rested his head on my knee.

"Didn't take you long to come," he said cheekily.

I laughed softly, "I saw how sexy you looked and came." I rubbed his face with my thumb.

He blushed, "whatever." 

"I love you, Angel."

He mumbled, "I love you too, stupid."