*i found this on tumblr*
Frozen fingers snuck under the hem of your t-shirt, pausing to caress the soft skin above the waistband of your underwear. Without opening your eyes, you smiled. You didn’t need your sight to know it was him. “You’re on my side.” He softly murmured, gradually settling beside you.
You mumbled a pleased sigh and reached for him clumsily. You tucked yourself against him, losing yourself in the sensation of his warming skin against yours. He released a breathy laugh and planted his cheek against your head. “I need to change, love.” Your reply was nothing but a gentle hum, effortlessly slipping into a blissful, love-induced sleep.
The events of the previous night hadn’t registered at first. As you drifted into consciousness, the heavy weight against your back wasn’t odd. Jesse had always been quite the snuggle-bug, especially when Brad wasn’t home to cuddle her.
Except, Jesse didn’t have arms.
Or whatever was poking into your lower back.
The realization struck you like a crack of lightning. Brad was home.
“Ohmygodyou’rehomeohmygodI—,” You pushed yourself upright, pausing your frantic whispering to take a moment to admire him. While there was nothing exceptionally different about him, there were still the minor differences only you would notice. His hair was longer, not quite past his ears but enough to need a trim. Dark bags had taken residence under his eyes, a clear indication of the exhaustion tour had given him.
It was okay though — he was home.
As if glass, you delicately traced your fingers around the apple of his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, dark-chocolate eyes focusing on you and you only. You smiled, marveling in the beauty that was he was. Softly, “Hi.”
His lips quirked upwards in a sleepy smirk, head tilted slightly as he looked up at you. “Hi.”
He didn’t seem to mind the small fact that you had come to straddle him in his sleep, hands sweeping up to rest at your thighs. You touched the chain that rested against his bare chest, twiddling the material between your fingers rather lazily. “How are you?”
“I can’t complain.” He dropped his head against his pillow, gazing up at you with dark, languid eyes. “I missed you.”
You grinned, eyes as brilliant as the sun at the peak of a radiant morning. “I—,” You began, cut off as the mattress dipped and another presence made themselves known. You greeted her with a scratch behind the ear, beyond grateful that your little family was reunited. “We missed you.” Jesse wasn’t shy to settle herself beside the two of you, clearly content that her favorite person was home once more. Brad curled an arm around her, guiding her head to rest on his shoulder. She swiped a messy kiss against his cheek, appearing just as jubilant as you. “But I think she might have me beat.”
He smiled and spared a glance your way as he admired the blonde. “I’m glad she has you.”
After a moment, you asked, “What do you want to do today?”
He tapped the fingers of his free hand against your thigh. “Apart from this?”
“Well,” You answered. “I don’t think I can argue with that.”

“Tell me something.”
He blinked once, eyes falling to your lips for no longer than a moment. “Like what?”
You shrugged, “Anything.” Slowly, playfully, you slipped your fingers under his boxers and traced his length with a feathery touch. You adored the soft gasp that spilled from his lips, admiring him as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to stop any further sounds. You could feel him hardening beneath your fingers, tugging a pleased smile onto your lips.
He swallowed, hooded eyes falling to yours as you stroked him with little haste. “You have no idea how much I missed you — missed this.”
You raised a questioning brow, eyes never leaving his as you languidly increased your tempo. His frantic pulse drummed into your fingers, begging for more. You released him to spit in your hand, well aware of the difference it made for him. “Go on.” He huffed out a breath, one hand curling around the hem of your shirt in explicit frustration. He wasn’t stupid — he knew what this was.
“Just thinking about you hurt—fuck—you have no idea how hard it is to get fucking privacy on the bus.” The moment he continued you swiped your thumb against his slit, pleased at the fact it took hardly anything to get him off. “And when you sent those fucking pictures—,” He paused once more, his head falling against yours as his eyes pinched closed in bliss.
His breaths were nothing more than pants now, his fingers in your shirt clutching tightly as if it were his lifeline. Nonetheless, as instructed, he continued. “And when I come home you’re wearing nothing but my fucking shirt and those fucking panties—,” He grunted out an animalistic sound, brows knitted in evident frustration. “—fuck!”
Nothing was more fascinating than this — lips furious and red, dark curls falling past his eyes and eyes cloudy with something unexplainable. He was an implausibly breathtaking being.
You slipped your hand free, aware of his eyes as you tucked your thumb between your lips and sucked the remnants of him from you. He regarded you with half-amusement and half-disbelief. As he did so, you watched him with an innocent gaze; as if nothing had just happened. “Welcome home?” Grinning, you pushed yourself from the bed and padded towards the bathroom. Once at the door, you spun around to face the man tangled in your sheets. “Jesse is going to want a walk soon. I think you should get your time in while you can.” With that, you disappeared through the door.
Before you could even flip the water on, there was a heavy thud against the wooden floor.
And it wasn’t Jesse.
