Twitterfic (Bradley/Colin)
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dysonrulesI wrote this on Twitter today five minutes at a time over the course of a few hours, because ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
accioscar needed a hug. *grin* The boys complied.
Loads of thanks tojoan_waterhouse for compiling it and sending it to me! *huggles* And for the rest of my Twitterpeeps for egging me on.
Colin walked up behind Bradley and slid his hands round to slide them
over Bradley's abdomen while his lips brushed his neck.
"Hey there, sexy beast," Colin purred. Bradley stiffened, but the
expected elbow to the gut never came.
"Hey, yourself, gorgeous," Bradley replied in the same tone and
covered Colin's hands with his own before giving them a squeeze.
Colin's blood went south at the speed of thought, leaving him
incoherent. He knew Bradley was joking, and yet...
"I can't wait to do this scene today, darling. I get to slam you up
against the wall," Bradley continued. "I know you like it."
Colin definitely liked it, although he would never admit it to
Bradley. He liked it quite a lot.
In fact, he tended to mess up the scene intentionally so they would
have to do it over and over. It made him feel a bit guilty.
Since Bradley hadn't released his hands, Colin decided to play along.
"Of course I like it. Being pinned to the wall by you...
...best thing ever," he finished and panted hotly against Bradley's neck. He would
never know the words were true.
He heard a choked noise and then Bradley swallowed hard, which Colin
felt since his lips were pressed to Bradley's throat.
"You're sweet to admit that," Bradley purred, although Colin thought
his voice sounded somewhat strained. "You deserve a kiss."
Bradley's head slowly turned and Colin began to panic, albeit in slow
motion, because he couldn't seem to move.
Bradley's breath ghosted over Colin's face and he felt his eyes
flutter shut as he wondered how far Bradley planned to take it.
Bradley burst out laughing and then Colin did get an elbow to the gut
just as his hands were released.
"Colin! You should have seen your face. Did you really think I was
going to kiss you?" Bradley chuckled as Colin moved away.
He wished his face wasn't flaming and he tugged at his hair to try and
cover it. "Shut up," he muttered and moved to flee.
"Colin, wait!" Bradley's voice was still tinged with amusement as he
caught Colin's wrist.
Colin wanted to yank his arm free and escape, but it was Bradley
sodding James and logic seemed suspended when he was at hand.
"Colin, you didn't honestly think..." Colin glared as Bradley's face
went suddenly still. "Did you?"
"Of course not!" Colin snapped. And then he did pull away, walking
quickly toward the makeup tent, trying not to run.
Colin tried not to be nervous during the scene. He pulled his Merlin
persona fully around him and glared at Bradley/Arthur.
Bradley, however, was not cooperating. His stare was penetrating, not
at all how Arthur was supposed to look during the scene.
"You're supposed to be angry!" Colin hissed as Bradley pushed him
against the stone wall.
"Cut!" yelled Julian. "Bradley, Arthur is supposed to be angry! He's
not supposed to look like he wants to kiss Merlin."
Colin couldn't help it. He started laughing. Bradley's hand, curled in
his tunic, loosened and fell away as he smirked.
After that, the scene was an utter loss, because one of the other of
them could not stop giggling.
It didn't help that Katie kept making kissing noises behind the camera
until Julian shouted at her and banished her from the set.
Later, Colin sat next to an exhausted Bradley and admired his long
legs, stretched out as he half-reclined in the chair.
Bradley nudged him with an elbow. "I'm too tired to eat. You'll have
to feed me."
Colin grinned. "I'm only your manservant on set. You really should try
to remember that."
"I've been swinging a sword for three hours. I can't even lift a pea.
Surely it won't kill you to feed me." Bradley pouted.
Colin sighed heavily. "You will continue to whine until I give in, won't you?"
Bradly nodded. "Yes. Yes, I will."
"I suppose I'll just have to feed you, then." Colin decided and tried
to convince himself the idea was not erotic.
He would just have to avoid sexy foods. Like, anything needing to be
eaten with fingers. Forks were safe.
Colin was wrong. Forks were not safe. Forks were not safe at all. Not
even partially covered in potatoes dripping with butter.
Or perhaps especially not dripping with butter, because after
Bradley's lips closed around the tines of the fork and Colin pulled it
free, there would invariably be a line of butter trailing down the
side of Bradley's lips.
Requiring Colin to reach out with a finger and rescue it
before--heaven forbid--it dripped onto Bradley's shirt.
Because, apparently, Bradley's arms were broken and he could not so
much as lift a single finger.
Colin put the butter-coated finger into his own mouth and sucked for a
moment. For some reason, Bradley had a coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Colin asked solicitously. "Do you need that Heimlich thingy?"
Bradley waved him away. "No. I can only imagine the perverse joy you
would get from attempting that."
"Also, I really think you should admit it," Bradley continued and
grabbed the fork from Colin's hand.
"Admit what?" Colin asked, still distracted by the idea of giving
Bradley the Heimlich Manoeuvre.
"Admit that you wanted me to kiss you," Bradley said with a smug grin.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Colin said with a sigh of annoyance. He leaned
forward and pressed his lips to Bradley's.
Colin intended it to be nothing more than a quick peck that would shut
Bradley up and wipe away his superior attitude.
What he got was a hand wrapped in his hair and a brutal assault by tongue.
Sometime later, much later, when air became a necessity, Bradley let
him go and they panted into each other's faces, eyes wide.
"I guess I really did want you to kiss me," Colin said in a dazed voice.
"Yeah," Bradley agreed, sounding just as surprised. "Want me to do it again?"
Colin pounced..
Ah, Twitter, how I am addicted to your shiny 140 character limit.
accioscar needed a hug. *grin* The boys complied.Loads of thanks to
joan_waterhouse for compiling it and sending it to me! *huggles* And for the rest of my Twitterpeeps for egging me on.Colin walked up behind Bradley and slid his hands round to slide them
over Bradley's abdomen while his lips brushed his neck.
"Hey there, sexy beast," Colin purred. Bradley stiffened, but the
expected elbow to the gut never came.
"Hey, yourself, gorgeous," Bradley replied in the same tone and
covered Colin's hands with his own before giving them a squeeze.
Colin's blood went south at the speed of thought, leaving him
incoherent. He knew Bradley was joking, and yet...
"I can't wait to do this scene today, darling. I get to slam you up
against the wall," Bradley continued. "I know you like it."
Colin definitely liked it, although he would never admit it to
Bradley. He liked it quite a lot.
In fact, he tended to mess up the scene intentionally so they would
have to do it over and over. It made him feel a bit guilty.
Since Bradley hadn't released his hands, Colin decided to play along.
"Of course I like it. Being pinned to the wall by you...
...best thing ever," he finished and panted hotly against Bradley's neck. He would
never know the words were true.
He heard a choked noise and then Bradley swallowed hard, which Colin
felt since his lips were pressed to Bradley's throat.
"You're sweet to admit that," Bradley purred, although Colin thought
his voice sounded somewhat strained. "You deserve a kiss."
Bradley's head slowly turned and Colin began to panic, albeit in slow
motion, because he couldn't seem to move.
Bradley's breath ghosted over Colin's face and he felt his eyes
flutter shut as he wondered how far Bradley planned to take it.
Bradley burst out laughing and then Colin did get an elbow to the gut
just as his hands were released.
"Colin! You should have seen your face. Did you really think I was
going to kiss you?" Bradley chuckled as Colin moved away.
He wished his face wasn't flaming and he tugged at his hair to try and
cover it. "Shut up," he muttered and moved to flee.
"Colin, wait!" Bradley's voice was still tinged with amusement as he
caught Colin's wrist.
Colin wanted to yank his arm free and escape, but it was Bradley
sodding James and logic seemed suspended when he was at hand.
"Colin, you didn't honestly think..." Colin glared as Bradley's face
went suddenly still. "Did you?"
"Of course not!" Colin snapped. And then he did pull away, walking
quickly toward the makeup tent, trying not to run.
Colin tried not to be nervous during the scene. He pulled his Merlin
persona fully around him and glared at Bradley/Arthur.
Bradley, however, was not cooperating. His stare was penetrating, not
at all how Arthur was supposed to look during the scene.
"You're supposed to be angry!" Colin hissed as Bradley pushed him
against the stone wall.
"Cut!" yelled Julian. "Bradley, Arthur is supposed to be angry! He's
not supposed to look like he wants to kiss Merlin."
Colin couldn't help it. He started laughing. Bradley's hand, curled in
his tunic, loosened and fell away as he smirked.
After that, the scene was an utter loss, because one of the other of
them could not stop giggling.
It didn't help that Katie kept making kissing noises behind the camera
until Julian shouted at her and banished her from the set.
Later, Colin sat next to an exhausted Bradley and admired his long
legs, stretched out as he half-reclined in the chair.
Bradley nudged him with an elbow. "I'm too tired to eat. You'll have
to feed me."
Colin grinned. "I'm only your manservant on set. You really should try
to remember that."
"I've been swinging a sword for three hours. I can't even lift a pea.
Surely it won't kill you to feed me." Bradley pouted.
Colin sighed heavily. "You will continue to whine until I give in, won't you?"
Bradly nodded. "Yes. Yes, I will."
"I suppose I'll just have to feed you, then." Colin decided and tried
to convince himself the idea was not erotic.
He would just have to avoid sexy foods. Like, anything needing to be
eaten with fingers. Forks were safe.
Colin was wrong. Forks were not safe. Forks were not safe at all. Not
even partially covered in potatoes dripping with butter.
Or perhaps especially not dripping with butter, because after
Bradley's lips closed around the tines of the fork and Colin pulled it
free, there would invariably be a line of butter trailing down the
side of Bradley's lips.
Requiring Colin to reach out with a finger and rescue it
before--heaven forbid--it dripped onto Bradley's shirt.
Because, apparently, Bradley's arms were broken and he could not so
much as lift a single finger.
Colin put the butter-coated finger into his own mouth and sucked for a
moment. For some reason, Bradley had a coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Colin asked solicitously. "Do you need that Heimlich thingy?"
Bradley waved him away. "No. I can only imagine the perverse joy you
would get from attempting that."
"Also, I really think you should admit it," Bradley continued and
grabbed the fork from Colin's hand.
"Admit what?" Colin asked, still distracted by the idea of giving
Bradley the Heimlich Manoeuvre.
"Admit that you wanted me to kiss you," Bradley said with a smug grin.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Colin said with a sigh of annoyance. He leaned
forward and pressed his lips to Bradley's.
Colin intended it to be nothing more than a quick peck that would shut
Bradley up and wipe away his superior attitude.
What he got was a hand wrapped in his hair and a brutal assault by tongue.
Sometime later, much later, when air became a necessity, Bradley let
him go and they panted into each other's faces, eyes wide.
"I guess I really did want you to kiss me," Colin said in a dazed voice.
"Yeah," Bradley agreed, sounding just as surprised. "Want me to do it again?"
Colin pounced..
Ah, Twitter, how I am addicted to your shiny 140 character limit.