Fanfic - It's a Little Bit Funny (This Feeling Inside) - 6/6
Part Five
“Angel, can I talk to you for a few minutes?”
It’s during a break in filming a couple of days later when Bradley pulls her aside. The rain started ten minutes ago and it doesn't look likely to dissipate any time in the near future, if the black clouds hovering directly overhead are any indication.
“Yeah, of course, Bradley,” Angel says, sidling up to him.
Thankfully the rest of the crew is a fair distance away, hovering under their own umbrellas and shelters. And with the rain pounding all around them, the likelihood of anyone overhearing their conversation is slim, by Bradley’s estimation.
“So, there's something I wanted to tell you.”
Angel nods. “All right. Well, I'm here and I'm listening, so go for it.”
This is sort of awkward, trying to have this conversation, even if Bradley is the only one who feels this way. He doesn't want to offend her, but it doesn't seem possible to share this particular information without doing just that. Still, he won't feel okay about everything until the truth is out in the open. “It's just... Last year, towards the latter half of filming series three, I'm not sure if you're aware or not. But, uh, Colin was on set. Quite a lot.”
Her eyes narrow into thin lines. “Isn't he usually on set most of the time?”
“Yes. He is. It's just that he was on set very frequently during times when he didn't need to be there. Specifically, um, when we were filming.”
Angel stares, unblinking.
“Romantic scenes,” Bradley clarifies, watching for any sign of a reaction. “He was on set while you and I were filming romantic scenes. In order to, uh, improve the sexual tension. Between us. You and I, I mean, not myself and Colin.”
Silence hangs between them, nothing but the pattering of raindrops on their umbrellas. And then Angel says, “Oh. That. Yeah, I knew about that.” Smiling as she does.
A sense of relief fills Bradley's chest, before he actually processes what she's just said. “Wait a second. You knew that Colin was on set because of me?”
“Yeah. Johnny pulled me aside at one point and explained that they were trying something a bit different and wanted to see how it went.” She shrugs, but her smile holds a sheepish tone that she can't quite hide.
“Why didn't you tell me what was going on?”
“Johnny asked me to keep it to myself, so it wouldn't bias his experiment.”
“He called it an ‘experiment’?”
“Well, no, not exactly. Those are my words.”
If that isn’t the most humiliating thing he’s heard in a long time, he doesn’t know what is. Then suddenly, a thought occurs to Bradley. “Did Colin know too?” He hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware all the same.
Angel's eyes widen and she immediately shakes her head. “No. He definitely didn't. It was just me.”
That information comes as a relief to Bradley. “So, are you angry with me?”
“Why would I be angry?”
“Because I needed to have Colin in the room with me in order to produce chemistry between us. You're not insulted by that?”
“No, I'm not,” Angel says, reaching out to squeeze his arm affectionately. “To be honest, I think it's kind of sweet. It's not as if we don't have any chemistry. But of course it wouldn't compare when you're secretly in love with someone else.”
He's tempted to comment on that last statement, but they both know it's true, so there's not much point. “Look, I just wanted to apologise. And to let you know how much I respect and adore you. You know that, right? That I think you're great, Angel? Because you are. You’re really a wonderful friend and I thoroughly enjoy working with you.”
“Yes, Bradley. Stop being silly. I appreciate the apology, but it's not necessary. I'm not offended in the least, and you know that I adore you too.”
She reaches out to tug him into her arms, and he smiles as he wraps his free arm around her back. “Well, I'm glad. That makes me feel much better.”
“Great!” Angel is grinning at him when they pull apart, and he's grateful for having such an awesome friend and colleague in her.
A few minutes later, the rain starts to slow, and soon they're ready to film again, much to everyone’s surprise. As he goes back to his position, Bradley feels as if the final bit of weight from his shoulders has finally been lifted, and it feels really good.
Three Months Later
When Johnny requests a meeting with him out of the blue one day in mid-June, Bradley is absolutely certain that he’s finally figured out the truth about his and Colin’s relationship.
“What if he knows and he’s firing me for engaging in a romance on set?” he asks Colin, as they make their way inside the building that houses Johnny and the two Julians' offices.
“Then he probably would have called both of us in for a meeting, don’t you think?”
“That’s what he’d want us to believe, anyway. But if you think about it, this a clever strategy - divide and conquer. I bet he’ll fire me and then ring you up and try to do the same.”
Colin laughs loudly, shaking his head as though Bradley has gone made. “Bradley, don’t be ridiculous. First of all, there are a lot of romances that have happened on set. If Johnny fired everyone for that, we’d have a new crew and new castmates every other series. Besides, even if he did know about us, it isn’t as if it would be grounds for firing anyway. As long as we aren’t shagging in public when children are around, or making dirty bedroom videos that we sell online, I think we’re fine.”
Bradley’s ears perk up momentarily. “Dirty bedroom videos, you say? Are you into the kinky stuff, Col? I had no idea!”
He receives a smack on the arm and a good-natured chuckle for his efforts. “You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”
There is a brief pause in which he pretends to seriously consider it, before responding, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“I do,” Colin says easily, tone affectionate. It sort of makes Bradley’s heart skip, even three months into their relationship. He seems to have that general effect on Bradley.
“Your meeting will be fine,” Colin continues with his reassurances. “I bet it has nothing to do with us at all. It probably has to do with that stunt you’re requesting to do on your own, or something along those lines.”
Colin Morgan, the voice of reason. Bradley shrugs, willing to concede the point for now, if only to quell the minor knot of anxiety in his gut.
Over the past several months, Bradley and Colin have kept their relationship a secret from virtually everyone else, save for Tony, Richard and Rupert, and of course Katie and Angel. The reactions at the time were interesting, to say the least. Richard had thrown out all kinds of kind words like ‘marvellous’ and ‘pleased’; Tony has dissolved into a fit of wheezy giggles, incoherent apart from saying ‘banter’ over and over, as if they were supposed to understand what that meant; and Rupert, well… truthfully, neither of them had intended on telling Rupert just yet. But then he’d caught them in a bit of a compromising situation, and it was sort of hard to explain away after that.
They’ve decided not to go public with anything just yet, and as such are keeping things relatively quiet. Unfortunately, they both know that it’s easier this way. The reality is that a romance between any of the primary cast members would bring about a great deal of media scrutiny. Add to that, the fact that they are the same gender, and the two most prominent faces on a show which has already garnered enough attention in regards to the ‘homoerotic subtext’ between Arthur and Merlin, and it is a potential public relations nightmare waiting to happen.
It shouldn’t matter at all, if they love one another and are happy, as far as Bradley’s concerned. But the media will exploit any relationship on set - especially one involving its two male stars - which sadly is still seen by some as being the opposite of ‘family friendly’, which Merlin is supposed to be. They have images to maintain, and while Bradley is less than pleased that this is how it has to be right now, he still knows it to be true. Which is why they keep it to themselves. For now, anyway.
“Look, Bradley. Even if Johnny or the Julians or Nancy from make-up know about us, it doesn’t change the fact that we’re not doing anything wrong. Johnny didn’t call you to his office to fire you, so stop worrying and show off that confidence that I know you possess.”
Reaching out, Colin takes one of Bradley’s hands in his, squeezing firmly before releasing it once more. If there weren’t other people milling about, Bradley would grab hold of Colin’s face and kiss him. But since there are, he settles for smiling tentatively before walking the rest of the way down the hall to knock on Johnny’s door.
“Oh, Bradley. I’m glad you’re here. Take a seat,” Johnny says as soon as he enters the room, gesturing at a chair directly across from his desk. Bradley sits.
But before he even has a chance to say anything, Johnny is talking again. “So, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I called you down here to meet with me. I want to start off by assuring you that you’re not in any sort of trouble. In fact, quite the opposite, actually.”
Bradley nods, feeling the tension drain from his neck and shoulders, and he permits himself to relax. “That’s good to hear.”
Leaning forward, Johnny folds his hands and smiles. “I wanted to let you know that I was reviewing the last two blocks of episode footage the other night, and I noticed that your scenes with Angel - particularly the ones in which Gwen has fallen ill - have greatly improved. In fact, I would almost be willing to say that they’re some of the best Arthur and Gwen scenes we’ve ever filmed on the show.”
Bradley blinks, not entirely sure he’s hearing this correctly. “Thank you.” It comes out more like a question than a statement.
“You should know that you’ve always done a great job, though, and normally I wouldn’t call you over here for something like this. But considering the conversation we had back last-” A thoughtful look passes over his face momentarily. “-December, was it? Anyway, I just wanted to follow up with you to let you know that everything is going well. Your scenes with Colin and Tony have also been great. Whatever it is that you’ve been doing, keep it up.”
“Thanks. That means a lot to me,” Bradley hears himself say, before he’s even fully processed the words.
“Yes, well, I thought you deserved to hear it.”
A hand clamps down on his shoulder, and Bradley wonders when, exactly, Johnny managed to sneak around the desk without him noticing. Either way, it’s clear that the conversation is over, and this is his way of subtly, or not so subtly, trying to tell Bradley that it’s time he leaves now.
Colin is waiting for him just down the hall, tucked in beside the lifts, when Bradley emerges from Johnny’s office.
“Well? Do we both need to go fix up our CVs and start applying for new jobs?” he asks with a playful smirk.
Bradley does his best to glare, but it’s sort of impossible sometimes, when Colin’s around. “No, I think we’re good.”
“So, what happened?”
Reaching out to press the ‘down’ button for the lifts, Bradley shoots Colin an incredulous look, still internally muddling over the conversation he just had. “Would you believe me if I told you that Johnny wanted to tell me that my scenes with Angel have improved considerably, and that whatever I’m doing seems to be working?”
“Whatever you’re doing, or who you’re doing?” Colin says, complete with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Bradley sort of wants to smack him. So he does.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Morgan. This has nothing to do with you.”
“Are you telling me I should be worried about you and Angel now?”
The lift arrives, door opening to reveal an empty compartment, and they step inside.
“Well, I’m not sure. She’s a fairly decent snog, you know,” he teases, trying to look impassive as he strokes his chin thoughtfully.
Before Bradley even knows what’s going on, Colin’s crowding his space, one hand pressed against the wall at his back and the other threading through the hair at the back of Bradley’s neck.
“As good as me?” he whispers into Bradley’s ear, warm breath sending chills down his spine as Colin’s mouth descends on him. The kiss only lasts a few moments, but it is deliciously hot, tongue sweeping past Bradley’s lips instantly and invading the heat of his mouth with reckless abandon, kissing him passionately as he presses his upper body against Bradley’s.
The world seems a little hazy when Colin pulls away, just as the lift doors open to reveal the main lobby, and it takes a few seconds for Bradley is gather his bearings once again. Colin is wearing a shit-eating grin, clearly proud of himself, but he hasn’t won the war just yet.
Bradley’s already plotting his revenge - in the form of sexual torture, of course, because Colin’s actually quite a beast in the bedroom - as he wordlessly follows him out of the building. It isn’t until they’re a couple blocks away that Bradley sidles up to Colin, fingers accidentally brushing against his as they walk.
“You’re definitely a better snog,” Bradley says at length. He feels Colin’s hand twitch against the back of his own, but they both know it’s too big of a risk, being out on the street in public like this. People rarely pay them any attention, but neither want to have their secret revealed on the cover of The Sun after someone with a camera and fortunate timing catches them on film.
“That’s good. I was getting concerned there for a moment,” Colin jokes.
“I’m sure you were.” Bradley casts Colin a sidelong glance, bumping his shoulder affectionately.
They fall in sync, a comfortable silence stretching between them as they walk down the streets of London, and Bradley thinks that he’s truly content with his life right now. His career is going well, his personal life is great, and he’s just all around happy. Sure, he and Colin have been in a couple of major rows since they started dating - and when they fight, they really go at it - but they’ve always been able to resolve things relatively quickly. Plus, the make-up sex is amazing. In fact, it’s enough to make Bradley go hard just at the memories alone.
“You know,” Colin says, cutting through his thoughts then. “Maybe we should send some flowers or a fruit basket to Johnny or something.”
“Why?”
He shrugs a shoulder lazily. “Well, if it wasn’t for him and his unintentional meddling, we might never have ended up together.”
Bradley considers this for a moment. “Good point. In fact, maybe we should buy him a car.”
“Well, I don’t know that I’d go that far,” Colin says, laughing heartily as he catches Bradley’s eye.
But Bradley’s not so sure. He thinks that Johnny deserves at least a car, if not, perhaps, something even more extravagant like a boat or an airplane. Smiling, he reaches out and curls his fingers around Colin’s wrist, thumb brushing against the soft skin he finds there, despite the fact that there are people around, and is pleasantly surprised when Colin doesn’t immediately pull away.
Bradley grins before releasing Colin’s wrist and allowing his hand to drop back to his side.
Yeah. Definitely a car, he decides.
The End.
“Angel, can I talk to you for a few minutes?”
It’s during a break in filming a couple of days later when Bradley pulls her aside. The rain started ten minutes ago and it doesn't look likely to dissipate any time in the near future, if the black clouds hovering directly overhead are any indication.
“Yeah, of course, Bradley,” Angel says, sidling up to him.
Thankfully the rest of the crew is a fair distance away, hovering under their own umbrellas and shelters. And with the rain pounding all around them, the likelihood of anyone overhearing their conversation is slim, by Bradley’s estimation.
“So, there's something I wanted to tell you.”
Angel nods. “All right. Well, I'm here and I'm listening, so go for it.”
This is sort of awkward, trying to have this conversation, even if Bradley is the only one who feels this way. He doesn't want to offend her, but it doesn't seem possible to share this particular information without doing just that. Still, he won't feel okay about everything until the truth is out in the open. “It's just... Last year, towards the latter half of filming series three, I'm not sure if you're aware or not. But, uh, Colin was on set. Quite a lot.”
Her eyes narrow into thin lines. “Isn't he usually on set most of the time?”
“Yes. He is. It's just that he was on set very frequently during times when he didn't need to be there. Specifically, um, when we were filming.”
Angel stares, unblinking.
“Romantic scenes,” Bradley clarifies, watching for any sign of a reaction. “He was on set while you and I were filming romantic scenes. In order to, uh, improve the sexual tension. Between us. You and I, I mean, not myself and Colin.”
Silence hangs between them, nothing but the pattering of raindrops on their umbrellas. And then Angel says, “Oh. That. Yeah, I knew about that.” Smiling as she does.
A sense of relief fills Bradley's chest, before he actually processes what she's just said. “Wait a second. You knew that Colin was on set because of me?”
“Yeah. Johnny pulled me aside at one point and explained that they were trying something a bit different and wanted to see how it went.” She shrugs, but her smile holds a sheepish tone that she can't quite hide.
“Why didn't you tell me what was going on?”
“Johnny asked me to keep it to myself, so it wouldn't bias his experiment.”
“He called it an ‘experiment’?”
“Well, no, not exactly. Those are my words.”
If that isn’t the most humiliating thing he’s heard in a long time, he doesn’t know what is. Then suddenly, a thought occurs to Bradley. “Did Colin know too?” He hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t aware all the same.
Angel's eyes widen and she immediately shakes her head. “No. He definitely didn't. It was just me.”
That information comes as a relief to Bradley. “So, are you angry with me?”
“Why would I be angry?”
“Because I needed to have Colin in the room with me in order to produce chemistry between us. You're not insulted by that?”
“No, I'm not,” Angel says, reaching out to squeeze his arm affectionately. “To be honest, I think it's kind of sweet. It's not as if we don't have any chemistry. But of course it wouldn't compare when you're secretly in love with someone else.”
He's tempted to comment on that last statement, but they both know it's true, so there's not much point. “Look, I just wanted to apologise. And to let you know how much I respect and adore you. You know that, right? That I think you're great, Angel? Because you are. You’re really a wonderful friend and I thoroughly enjoy working with you.”
“Yes, Bradley. Stop being silly. I appreciate the apology, but it's not necessary. I'm not offended in the least, and you know that I adore you too.”
She reaches out to tug him into her arms, and he smiles as he wraps his free arm around her back. “Well, I'm glad. That makes me feel much better.”
“Great!” Angel is grinning at him when they pull apart, and he's grateful for having such an awesome friend and colleague in her.
A few minutes later, the rain starts to slow, and soon they're ready to film again, much to everyone’s surprise. As he goes back to his position, Bradley feels as if the final bit of weight from his shoulders has finally been lifted, and it feels really good.
Three Months Later
When Johnny requests a meeting with him out of the blue one day in mid-June, Bradley is absolutely certain that he’s finally figured out the truth about his and Colin’s relationship.
“What if he knows and he’s firing me for engaging in a romance on set?” he asks Colin, as they make their way inside the building that houses Johnny and the two Julians' offices.
“Then he probably would have called both of us in for a meeting, don’t you think?”
“That’s what he’d want us to believe, anyway. But if you think about it, this a clever strategy - divide and conquer. I bet he’ll fire me and then ring you up and try to do the same.”
Colin laughs loudly, shaking his head as though Bradley has gone made. “Bradley, don’t be ridiculous. First of all, there are a lot of romances that have happened on set. If Johnny fired everyone for that, we’d have a new crew and new castmates every other series. Besides, even if he did know about us, it isn’t as if it would be grounds for firing anyway. As long as we aren’t shagging in public when children are around, or making dirty bedroom videos that we sell online, I think we’re fine.”
Bradley’s ears perk up momentarily. “Dirty bedroom videos, you say? Are you into the kinky stuff, Col? I had no idea!”
He receives a smack on the arm and a good-natured chuckle for his efforts. “You’re an idiot. You know that, right?”
There is a brief pause in which he pretends to seriously consider it, before responding, “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
“I do,” Colin says easily, tone affectionate. It sort of makes Bradley’s heart skip, even three months into their relationship. He seems to have that general effect on Bradley.
“Your meeting will be fine,” Colin continues with his reassurances. “I bet it has nothing to do with us at all. It probably has to do with that stunt you’re requesting to do on your own, or something along those lines.”
Colin Morgan, the voice of reason. Bradley shrugs, willing to concede the point for now, if only to quell the minor knot of anxiety in his gut.
Over the past several months, Bradley and Colin have kept their relationship a secret from virtually everyone else, save for Tony, Richard and Rupert, and of course Katie and Angel. The reactions at the time were interesting, to say the least. Richard had thrown out all kinds of kind words like ‘marvellous’ and ‘pleased’; Tony has dissolved into a fit of wheezy giggles, incoherent apart from saying ‘banter’ over and over, as if they were supposed to understand what that meant; and Rupert, well… truthfully, neither of them had intended on telling Rupert just yet. But then he’d caught them in a bit of a compromising situation, and it was sort of hard to explain away after that.
They’ve decided not to go public with anything just yet, and as such are keeping things relatively quiet. Unfortunately, they both know that it’s easier this way. The reality is that a romance between any of the primary cast members would bring about a great deal of media scrutiny. Add to that, the fact that they are the same gender, and the two most prominent faces on a show which has already garnered enough attention in regards to the ‘homoerotic subtext’ between Arthur and Merlin, and it is a potential public relations nightmare waiting to happen.
It shouldn’t matter at all, if they love one another and are happy, as far as Bradley’s concerned. But the media will exploit any relationship on set - especially one involving its two male stars - which sadly is still seen by some as being the opposite of ‘family friendly’, which Merlin is supposed to be. They have images to maintain, and while Bradley is less than pleased that this is how it has to be right now, he still knows it to be true. Which is why they keep it to themselves. For now, anyway.
“Look, Bradley. Even if Johnny or the Julians or Nancy from make-up know about us, it doesn’t change the fact that we’re not doing anything wrong. Johnny didn’t call you to his office to fire you, so stop worrying and show off that confidence that I know you possess.”
Reaching out, Colin takes one of Bradley’s hands in his, squeezing firmly before releasing it once more. If there weren’t other people milling about, Bradley would grab hold of Colin’s face and kiss him. But since there are, he settles for smiling tentatively before walking the rest of the way down the hall to knock on Johnny’s door.
“Oh, Bradley. I’m glad you’re here. Take a seat,” Johnny says as soon as he enters the room, gesturing at a chair directly across from his desk. Bradley sits.
But before he even has a chance to say anything, Johnny is talking again. “So, I’m sure you’re curious as to why I called you down here to meet with me. I want to start off by assuring you that you’re not in any sort of trouble. In fact, quite the opposite, actually.”
Bradley nods, feeling the tension drain from his neck and shoulders, and he permits himself to relax. “That’s good to hear.”
Leaning forward, Johnny folds his hands and smiles. “I wanted to let you know that I was reviewing the last two blocks of episode footage the other night, and I noticed that your scenes with Angel - particularly the ones in which Gwen has fallen ill - have greatly improved. In fact, I would almost be willing to say that they’re some of the best Arthur and Gwen scenes we’ve ever filmed on the show.”
Bradley blinks, not entirely sure he’s hearing this correctly. “Thank you.” It comes out more like a question than a statement.
“You should know that you’ve always done a great job, though, and normally I wouldn’t call you over here for something like this. But considering the conversation we had back last-” A thoughtful look passes over his face momentarily. “-December, was it? Anyway, I just wanted to follow up with you to let you know that everything is going well. Your scenes with Colin and Tony have also been great. Whatever it is that you’ve been doing, keep it up.”
“Thanks. That means a lot to me,” Bradley hears himself say, before he’s even fully processed the words.
“Yes, well, I thought you deserved to hear it.”
A hand clamps down on his shoulder, and Bradley wonders when, exactly, Johnny managed to sneak around the desk without him noticing. Either way, it’s clear that the conversation is over, and this is his way of subtly, or not so subtly, trying to tell Bradley that it’s time he leaves now.
Colin is waiting for him just down the hall, tucked in beside the lifts, when Bradley emerges from Johnny’s office.
“Well? Do we both need to go fix up our CVs and start applying for new jobs?” he asks with a playful smirk.
Bradley does his best to glare, but it’s sort of impossible sometimes, when Colin’s around. “No, I think we’re good.”
“So, what happened?”
Reaching out to press the ‘down’ button for the lifts, Bradley shoots Colin an incredulous look, still internally muddling over the conversation he just had. “Would you believe me if I told you that Johnny wanted to tell me that my scenes with Angel have improved considerably, and that whatever I’m doing seems to be working?”
“Whatever you’re doing, or who you’re doing?” Colin says, complete with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Bradley sort of wants to smack him. So he does.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Morgan. This has nothing to do with you.”
“Are you telling me I should be worried about you and Angel now?”
The lift arrives, door opening to reveal an empty compartment, and they step inside.
“Well, I’m not sure. She’s a fairly decent snog, you know,” he teases, trying to look impassive as he strokes his chin thoughtfully.
Before Bradley even knows what’s going on, Colin’s crowding his space, one hand pressed against the wall at his back and the other threading through the hair at the back of Bradley’s neck.
“As good as me?” he whispers into Bradley’s ear, warm breath sending chills down his spine as Colin’s mouth descends on him. The kiss only lasts a few moments, but it is deliciously hot, tongue sweeping past Bradley’s lips instantly and invading the heat of his mouth with reckless abandon, kissing him passionately as he presses his upper body against Bradley’s.
The world seems a little hazy when Colin pulls away, just as the lift doors open to reveal the main lobby, and it takes a few seconds for Bradley is gather his bearings once again. Colin is wearing a shit-eating grin, clearly proud of himself, but he hasn’t won the war just yet.
Bradley’s already plotting his revenge - in the form of sexual torture, of course, because Colin’s actually quite a beast in the bedroom - as he wordlessly follows him out of the building. It isn’t until they’re a couple blocks away that Bradley sidles up to Colin, fingers accidentally brushing against his as they walk.
“You’re definitely a better snog,” Bradley says at length. He feels Colin’s hand twitch against the back of his own, but they both know it’s too big of a risk, being out on the street in public like this. People rarely pay them any attention, but neither want to have their secret revealed on the cover of The Sun after someone with a camera and fortunate timing catches them on film.
“That’s good. I was getting concerned there for a moment,” Colin jokes.
“I’m sure you were.” Bradley casts Colin a sidelong glance, bumping his shoulder affectionately.
They fall in sync, a comfortable silence stretching between them as they walk down the streets of London, and Bradley thinks that he’s truly content with his life right now. His career is going well, his personal life is great, and he’s just all around happy. Sure, he and Colin have been in a couple of major rows since they started dating - and when they fight, they really go at it - but they’ve always been able to resolve things relatively quickly. Plus, the make-up sex is amazing. In fact, it’s enough to make Bradley go hard just at the memories alone.
“You know,” Colin says, cutting through his thoughts then. “Maybe we should send some flowers or a fruit basket to Johnny or something.”
“Why?”
He shrugs a shoulder lazily. “Well, if it wasn’t for him and his unintentional meddling, we might never have ended up together.”
Bradley considers this for a moment. “Good point. In fact, maybe we should buy him a car.”
“Well, I don’t know that I’d go that far,” Colin says, laughing heartily as he catches Bradley’s eye.
But Bradley’s not so sure. He thinks that Johnny deserves at least a car, if not, perhaps, something even more extravagant like a boat or an airplane. Smiling, he reaches out and curls his fingers around Colin’s wrist, thumb brushing against the soft skin he finds there, despite the fact that there are people around, and is pleasantly surprised when Colin doesn’t immediately pull away.
Bradley grins before releasing Colin’s wrist and allowing his hand to drop back to his side.
Yeah. Definitely a car, he decides.
The End.