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marguerite_26Title: Rupert’s birthday is a bit like Christmas
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Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Bradley/Colin
Word Count: 1.5k
Content Notes: RPF, loo sex
Summary: When the cast celebrates Rupert’s birthday with beer and hair accessories, Bradley discovers Colin looks good in butterflies.
Author's Notes: This is just a bit of ridiculousness based on this tweet and this one. No apologies. Originally posted as a very late night comment fic when I should have been sleeping. Thanks tonympha_alba for the beta and to those insane few who encouraged me to keep writing.
Disclaimer: Pure fantasy
Colin sips his beer, ignoring the conversations swirling around him. His eyes are on Bradley, on how his face lights up as he smiles. Eoin puts yet another pink barrette in Rupert's hair and Bradley throws his head back in laughter that booms over the nightclub's music.
Colin shifts, his cock caught at an awkward angle as it thickens. He doesn't dare adjust himself.
Bradley catches him looking and Colin feels his face go hot like the table isn't enough to hide the bulge at his thigh.
"All right there, Colin?" Bradley's already a little glassy-eyed, and he draws out the n with a comical jut of his jaw.
Colin huffs, ducking his head a bit. "'M fine." It comes out stilted and he covers it with a smile before downing his pint.
"Here," Eoin says, leaning into him sloppily with a hard elbow poking Colin's chest, "You need one of these to get you in a better mood." There's a yank at his hair and Colin knows he's now wearing something from that pink-polka-dot bag Eoin walked in with tonight. There a few cat-calls around the table and Eoin's making kissing noises; Colin just rolls his eyes.
"Butterflies suit you," Bradley says, breathless with laughter. Colin's fingers itch to pull it out but Bradley's still staring long after the conversation has moved on.
Colin gets a little harder.
The pitchers are emptying fast as the night goes on. Rupert has so many barrettes and Bobby pins and things Colin doesn't know the name for stuck in his hair that each time he turns his head something pink and sparkly goes flying across the table. Colin's sticking to the shadows mostly, curled into the corner. It's easy to keep just out of the bawdy conversation dominated mostly by Eoin who gets both worse behaved and more tolerable with each emptying glass. It’s a good spot, Bradley in Colin’s direct line of sight so it's not so awkward to keep getting caught looking. But it's a pain when he's got to piss and has to empty the whole bench to squeeze past. He's just grateful his hard-on has softened enough not to be so obvious.
He gets a funny look or two as he stumbles across the bar into the gents but it's probably people who've seen his face somewhere and are trying to place him, so he doesn’t make eye contact. The loo's empty, thank god. Last thing he needs is someone with a mobile snapping a pic of him at a urinal to post to twitter.
The door swings open just as Colin unzips and there’s nothing for it. He can’t exactly duck into a stall now without looking like a tool so he focuses on the stained porcelain, watches his piss disappear down the rusty drain and hopes the bloke’s not an arsehole.
“You know, when I said the butterfly suited you,” someone says from directly behind him, “I didn’t think you’d have the balls to prance through the bar with it.”
Colin startles and exhales sharply as he recognises Bradley’s voice. When he looks up into the mirror, Bradley’s there right over his shoulder. His eyes follow Bradley’s to the unexpected flash of pink in his hair. It’s a surprisingly large butterfly, and he must have had quite a few tonight if he’s gotten used to the pull at his hair from the weight of it. The sparkles shimmer in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the loo. It’s tilted coyly just above his left ear.
Colin tucks himself back in and zips before asking, “You likin’ it?” He adds a little eye flutter because it’s Bradley, and Colin can do that.
Bradley snorts. “Oh, you’re working it, Cols.” He’s leaning against the wall heavily enough Colin wonders if it’s the only thing keeping him standing. “Followed you here in case you got mauled by some bloke not able to resist your charms.”
“Right.” Colin washes up quickly and reaches for the butterfly but Bradley grabs his wrist, moving unexpectedly fast despite his drunkenness -- or because of it. Regardless, he overshoots a bit and ends up pinning Colin to the wall. His grip is wickedly tight and his eyes a bit wild. Colin swallows past his dry throat, wishing he was a bit more drunk so he wasn’t thinking so hard right now.
“Don’t,” Bradley says simply. “I like it.”
It’s hot in the loo; Colin can feel the sweat building under his arms and the back of his neck as Bradley doesn’t move away, doesn’t let go. The heat of Bradley’s body sears him everywhere they are touching, which is actually a shocking amount right now, thighs and hips and chests. Bradley’s thumb strokes his pulse point and Colin lets out a nervous whine.
“Can we?” Bradley asks, his voice just a desperate whisper against Colin’s neck. “Just for tonight.”
Colin can’t find the words to form proper questions like ‘why now?’ or ‘will this ruin everything?’ because his dick is growing so fast it’s making him dizzy. And when Bradley brushes the thick outline of it at his thigh and his mouth drops open, Colin doesn’t bother with words. He just clutches Bradley by the shirt and drags him into a stall.
He’s wanted Bradley fucking James’ hand on his dick since about ten minutes after they first met. It’s waxed and waned through the years, where their flirting faded to pure friendship and then one day Colin would look at Bradley and that want would come flooding back to him again. He’s wondered sometimes if Bradley felt the same. If that soft look in his eye as he caught Colin’s attention across a crowded room, if that was when Bradley felt it too. But they’d never been brave enough, stupid enough, to ever dare take it further.
It’s sort of ridiculous that it’s happening now, with season five filming. That they’re both drunk and there is a goddamn butterfly in Colin’s hair; it feels right. Like they’re two weirdos, even in this.
But it’s really happening and Bradley’s thick fingers wrap around his cock and give it a slow stroke. “Fuck, Colin, you’re big.”
“Um. Thank you?” Colin says, because he’s always been awkward when people come out and tell him that and all he really wants is to get Bradley’s dick in his hand, but the bastard’s wearing button-fly jeans. Colin’s way too drunk and too horny for the amount of coordination required. “I’ve waited five fucking years to get in your pants, James. Kindly undo your goddamn fly.”
Bradley, the arse, laughs. Like delaying Colin’s hands on his dick is doing either of them any favours right now. He refuses to let Colin’s cock go (which does more for Colin’s ego than any compliment on his size) and opens his fly for Colin one handed, not even breaking his rhythm.
They’re undressed just enough to have their cocks out and are pressed close together so that Colin’s knuckles catch against his own zipper with every stroke and their wrists knock as they fight to try to pull each other off at different paces. Colin huffs in annoyance because he’s trying to make this last and Bradley’s rushing off to the finish.
“Shut up, Colin.” Bradley cuts him off just as Colin opens his mouth to tell him to slow the fuck down. “We’ll figure this out.”
Then Bradley kisses him and Colin forgets why he was ever annoyed. It goes better after that. With their tongue in each other’s mouths they’re on the same page. The rhythm comes easy, matching the passion and intensity of their kisses.
Colin can feel Bradley start to rock his hips, fucking into Colin’s tight fist. Bradley pulls away from their kiss, staring, open mouthed, nostrils flaring as he starts to lose it.
The thought of Bradley coming undone gets his own hips rutting forwards. And he’s done. He can feel his balls tighten and he pumps Bradley a few more frantic strokes before he loses his rhythm completely, eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm rips through him. He’s biting his lip to stop himself from crying out because they’re in a fucking public loo. Bradley’s pumping their cocks together now, milking Colin’s aftershocks. His grip on Colin shoulder tightens and his whole body shudders. Colin whips his arms out to keep them both upright. They lean on each other, panting heavily in the stifling loo.
They wait a minute, catching their breaths and listening to be sure the loo’s empty for the tumble out of the stall and clean up. It a bit impossible. Their clothes are wrinkled and their faces are flushed, wearing matching grins.
“They’re going to guess.” Bradley looks a bit nervous at that, looking at Colin like Colin is the one they think is straight.
Colin just shrugs, pulls the butterfly out of his hair and pins it to Bradley’s. “And now they’ll know.” He winks and holds the door open for Bradley to follow. He’s waited long enough.
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marguerite_26Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Bradley/Colin
Word Count: 1.5k
Content Notes: RPF, loo sex
Summary: When the cast celebrates Rupert’s birthday with beer and hair accessories, Bradley discovers Colin looks good in butterflies.
Author's Notes: This is just a bit of ridiculousness based on this tweet and this one. No apologies. Originally posted as a very late night comment fic when I should have been sleeping. Thanks to
nympha_alba for the beta and to those insane few who encouraged me to keep writing.Disclaimer: Pure fantasy
Colin sips his beer, ignoring the conversations swirling around him. His eyes are on Bradley, on how his face lights up as he smiles. Eoin puts yet another pink barrette in Rupert's hair and Bradley throws his head back in laughter that booms over the nightclub's music.
Colin shifts, his cock caught at an awkward angle as it thickens. He doesn't dare adjust himself.
Bradley catches him looking and Colin feels his face go hot like the table isn't enough to hide the bulge at his thigh.
"All right there, Colin?" Bradley's already a little glassy-eyed, and he draws out the n with a comical jut of his jaw.
Colin huffs, ducking his head a bit. "'M fine." It comes out stilted and he covers it with a smile before downing his pint.
"Here," Eoin says, leaning into him sloppily with a hard elbow poking Colin's chest, "You need one of these to get you in a better mood." There's a yank at his hair and Colin knows he's now wearing something from that pink-polka-dot bag Eoin walked in with tonight. There a few cat-calls around the table and Eoin's making kissing noises; Colin just rolls his eyes.
"Butterflies suit you," Bradley says, breathless with laughter. Colin's fingers itch to pull it out but Bradley's still staring long after the conversation has moved on.
Colin gets a little harder.
The pitchers are emptying fast as the night goes on. Rupert has so many barrettes and Bobby pins and things Colin doesn't know the name for stuck in his hair that each time he turns his head something pink and sparkly goes flying across the table. Colin's sticking to the shadows mostly, curled into the corner. It's easy to keep just out of the bawdy conversation dominated mostly by Eoin who gets both worse behaved and more tolerable with each emptying glass. It’s a good spot, Bradley in Colin’s direct line of sight so it's not so awkward to keep getting caught looking. But it's a pain when he's got to piss and has to empty the whole bench to squeeze past. He's just grateful his hard-on has softened enough not to be so obvious.
He gets a funny look or two as he stumbles across the bar into the gents but it's probably people who've seen his face somewhere and are trying to place him, so he doesn’t make eye contact. The loo's empty, thank god. Last thing he needs is someone with a mobile snapping a pic of him at a urinal to post to twitter.
The door swings open just as Colin unzips and there’s nothing for it. He can’t exactly duck into a stall now without looking like a tool so he focuses on the stained porcelain, watches his piss disappear down the rusty drain and hopes the bloke’s not an arsehole.
“You know, when I said the butterfly suited you,” someone says from directly behind him, “I didn’t think you’d have the balls to prance through the bar with it.”
Colin startles and exhales sharply as he recognises Bradley’s voice. When he looks up into the mirror, Bradley’s there right over his shoulder. His eyes follow Bradley’s to the unexpected flash of pink in his hair. It’s a surprisingly large butterfly, and he must have had quite a few tonight if he’s gotten used to the pull at his hair from the weight of it. The sparkles shimmer in the harsh fluorescent lighting of the loo. It’s tilted coyly just above his left ear.
Colin tucks himself back in and zips before asking, “You likin’ it?” He adds a little eye flutter because it’s Bradley, and Colin can do that.
Bradley snorts. “Oh, you’re working it, Cols.” He’s leaning against the wall heavily enough Colin wonders if it’s the only thing keeping him standing. “Followed you here in case you got mauled by some bloke not able to resist your charms.”
“Right.” Colin washes up quickly and reaches for the butterfly but Bradley grabs his wrist, moving unexpectedly fast despite his drunkenness -- or because of it. Regardless, he overshoots a bit and ends up pinning Colin to the wall. His grip is wickedly tight and his eyes a bit wild. Colin swallows past his dry throat, wishing he was a bit more drunk so he wasn’t thinking so hard right now.
“Don’t,” Bradley says simply. “I like it.”
It’s hot in the loo; Colin can feel the sweat building under his arms and the back of his neck as Bradley doesn’t move away, doesn’t let go. The heat of Bradley’s body sears him everywhere they are touching, which is actually a shocking amount right now, thighs and hips and chests. Bradley’s thumb strokes his pulse point and Colin lets out a nervous whine.
“Can we?” Bradley asks, his voice just a desperate whisper against Colin’s neck. “Just for tonight.”
Colin can’t find the words to form proper questions like ‘why now?’ or ‘will this ruin everything?’ because his dick is growing so fast it’s making him dizzy. And when Bradley brushes the thick outline of it at his thigh and his mouth drops open, Colin doesn’t bother with words. He just clutches Bradley by the shirt and drags him into a stall.
He’s wanted Bradley fucking James’ hand on his dick since about ten minutes after they first met. It’s waxed and waned through the years, where their flirting faded to pure friendship and then one day Colin would look at Bradley and that want would come flooding back to him again. He’s wondered sometimes if Bradley felt the same. If that soft look in his eye as he caught Colin’s attention across a crowded room, if that was when Bradley felt it too. But they’d never been brave enough, stupid enough, to ever dare take it further.
It’s sort of ridiculous that it’s happening now, with season five filming. That they’re both drunk and there is a goddamn butterfly in Colin’s hair; it feels right. Like they’re two weirdos, even in this.
But it’s really happening and Bradley’s thick fingers wrap around his cock and give it a slow stroke. “Fuck, Colin, you’re big.”
“Um. Thank you?” Colin says, because he’s always been awkward when people come out and tell him that and all he really wants is to get Bradley’s dick in his hand, but the bastard’s wearing button-fly jeans. Colin’s way too drunk and too horny for the amount of coordination required. “I’ve waited five fucking years to get in your pants, James. Kindly undo your goddamn fly.”
Bradley, the arse, laughs. Like delaying Colin’s hands on his dick is doing either of them any favours right now. He refuses to let Colin’s cock go (which does more for Colin’s ego than any compliment on his size) and opens his fly for Colin one handed, not even breaking his rhythm.
They’re undressed just enough to have their cocks out and are pressed close together so that Colin’s knuckles catch against his own zipper with every stroke and their wrists knock as they fight to try to pull each other off at different paces. Colin huffs in annoyance because he’s trying to make this last and Bradley’s rushing off to the finish.
“Shut up, Colin.” Bradley cuts him off just as Colin opens his mouth to tell him to slow the fuck down. “We’ll figure this out.”
Then Bradley kisses him and Colin forgets why he was ever annoyed. It goes better after that. With their tongue in each other’s mouths they’re on the same page. The rhythm comes easy, matching the passion and intensity of their kisses.
Colin can feel Bradley start to rock his hips, fucking into Colin’s tight fist. Bradley pulls away from their kiss, staring, open mouthed, nostrils flaring as he starts to lose it.
The thought of Bradley coming undone gets his own hips rutting forwards. And he’s done. He can feel his balls tighten and he pumps Bradley a few more frantic strokes before he loses his rhythm completely, eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm rips through him. He’s biting his lip to stop himself from crying out because they’re in a fucking public loo. Bradley’s pumping their cocks together now, milking Colin’s aftershocks. His grip on Colin shoulder tightens and his whole body shudders. Colin whips his arms out to keep them both upright. They lean on each other, panting heavily in the stifling loo.
They wait a minute, catching their breaths and listening to be sure the loo’s empty for the tumble out of the stall and clean up. It a bit impossible. Their clothes are wrinkled and their faces are flushed, wearing matching grins.
“They’re going to guess.” Bradley looks a bit nervous at that, looking at Colin like Colin is the one they think is straight.
Colin just shrugs, pulls the butterfly out of his hair and pins it to Bradley’s. “And now they’ll know.” He winks and holds the door open for Bradley to follow. He’s waited long enough.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:37 pm (UTC)omgwhydoyoukeepwritingsuchawesomethingstodistractmefrommyBBpleasedon'teverstopILOVEYOU.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:56 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked! :)
Now shoo, shoo ... go write your BB!
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:41 pm (UTC)There, I just squeed again. I can't suppress this giddy giggle of delight that keep bursting out of me.
This was delightful, and giddy, and gods. So hot.
The last line, OMGs cheeky Colin! "And now they'll know." Ahahahahahaha!
Sorry. Not very coherent after this. You've reduced me to insane giggles and giddiness. Just... YES. This was... YES.
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:44 pm (UTC)Now I want an out-take of what Rupert is feeling when Eoin is running his fingers through his hair and gathering it up to pin it full of barrettes...
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:51 pm (UTC)It's the spotting of Bradley at the bar tweet.
and thx for the rec!
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Date: 2012-05-18 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 04:20 pm (UTC)hee! Thank you. The idea of them all in hair accessories amuses me greatly, too. :)
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Date: 2012-05-18 02:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 07:04 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading.
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Date: 2012-05-18 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 05:06 pm (UTC)*and snickers ome more*
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:D hahahahhaa. Loved it. and still loving it.
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Date: 2012-05-18 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 06:54 pm (UTC)THAT WAS AWESOME! Also, only you could work in pink butterflies and still make this incredibly hot and non-fluffy!
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Date: 2012-05-18 07:06 pm (UTC)Thanks so much. glad you liked. and lol yay for non-fluffy butterfly fic.
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Date: 2012-05-18 07:15 pm (UTC)It's great! Also, that last exchange of lines, brilliant.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:29 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading. Glad you liked.
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Date: 2012-05-18 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-18 11:33 pm (UTC):D
thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-05-18 10:35 pm (UTC)I love the idea of Bradley and Colin just kind of falling in and out of lust/love/whatever with each other over the years and just not doing anything for fear of wrecking everything, and ugh, all the feels. :D
(you've written 'Leon' instead of 'Rupert' in the paragraph where you're talking about him having barrettes in his hair. ;P)
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the catch.
and YAY! Glad you liked. ;)
I love the idea of Bradley and Colin just kind of falling in and out of lust/love/whatever with each other over the years
you know... I hadn't really thought that until I typed it while half-asleep a couple nights ago but then the thought stuck and held.
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Date: 2012-05-19 03:43 pm (UTC)Hmm, now I want to read a Bradley/Arthur fic. lol.
I just like it because it makes for a lot of flirting and pining and all of that gooooood stuff. :D
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:09 pm (UTC)You writing Rupert's b-day first time loo sex w Eoin handing out hair accessories? Total epic win.
Hot, and just sweet enough. Excellent job, Maggie.
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Date: 2012-05-18 11:35 pm (UTC)thank you, glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2012-05-19 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 12:22 am (UTC)Thank you! Glad you liked it.
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Date: 2012-05-19 04:47 am (UTC)I LITERALLY SQUEALED OUT LOUD OMG /dead
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Date: 2012-05-20 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-19 05:15 am (UTC)I was going to say this was my favorite line:
“Fuck, Colin, you’re big.”
“Um. Thank you?” Colin says, because he’s always been awkward when people come out and tell him that
cause it's awesome and seems so COLIN, but then that last paragraph just made me go to heaven.
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Date: 2012-05-20 12:29 am (UTC)I'm so glad that line worked for you. I imagine if it's like a ~thing that people say that it would be uncomfortable for someone who is humble. Like: IDEK!!! IT JUST CAME THAT WAY!
Thanks the comment.
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