I don't know, okay. I really don't.
Title: Obsessions.
Pairing(s): Bradley/Colin.
Warnings: This is basically a big ol' smut cake with smut cream and smut sprinkles and completely lacking anything that even remotely resembles a plot. I feel I should also warn for rimming, bottom!Bradley and a cheekbone kink.
Spoiler(s): Sadly, no.
Word count: 2566
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Bradley thinks obsessions are fine, just not when they are affecting your work.
Author's Notes: I have absouletly no excuses for this at all. I really don't. It is utterly, totally plotless and I am sorry. With gargantuan - like, bigger than my ludicrously oversized hoody gargantuan - thanks to ansera for beta-ing this mess for me and encouraging me even when she really shouldn't have. She deserves a medal, just for being her. xD
Obsessions, Bradley thought, were all well and good until they started affecting your work.
Fantasies were marvellous things. Bradley remembered a chemistry teacher he once had telling the class that they should read more because it improved the imagination. Bradley thought he was imaginative enough as it was.
It was not like it was even his fault, either. No, it was entirely Colin’s fault. Yes, it was entirely the fault of one Colin Morgan for having those ludicrous, lickable cheekbones of his.
For that was Bradley’s current obsession, his current fantasy. Seemingly, all he could think about was licking Colin’s cheekbones.
He wanked off to the image of himself laving those cheekbones with his tongue, worshipping them, kissing them. When Colin smiled at him and they popped, it was all Bradley could do not to jump on him and come in his breeches at the same time. Bradley had even started messing up one too many of the scenes he had with Colin because he just couldn’t concentrate - his mind was elsewhere, thinking dirty thoughts, about things like whether or not Colin would still look so pretty with Bradley’s come strung all over that lovely face of his.
Bradley thought he would, just in a very different - much sexier - way.
They were taking a break and, because he was not needed for a while, Bradley went up to the top of his favourite tower. It was windy, and the cool breeze ran its never ending fingers through his hair. Whenever he was up there, it felt as if he could touch the sky, achingly and endlessly blue above him.
He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he found Colin there, smiling at him. And as if that wasn’t enough, Colin’s cheeks had a flush on them, colouring the high, prominent bones the most attractive shade of pink.
In his breeches, Bradley’s traitorous cock stirred. He was glad now more than ever that they were loose.
“Thought I’d find you here,” Colin said softly.
He stepped forward and leant on the wall next to Bradley. He angled his head in such a way that Bradley got a wonderful view of his cheekbones, and the soft shadows they cast beneath them.
If Bradley didn’t know any better, he would have said that Colin was teasing him.
They stood in silence for a while, both of them just enjoying the view. Bradley could feel the heat emanating from Colin’s skinny body and it made it impossible to concentrate.
“Are you okay?” Colin asked after a while. Bradley looked at him, then immediately wished he hadn’t bothered. Colin’s cheekbones looked delicious.
“Yes,” Bradley said instinctively.
Colin looked at him with his beautiful, too blue eyes.
“Don’t lie to me , Bradley James,” he said. “You’ve been distracted for days.”
“I have not!” Bradley disagreed immediately, unable to drag his gaze away from Colin’s cheeks. Colin just gave him a sarcastic look.
“Bradley. I possibly know you better than you know yourself, so don’t even try lying to me.”
Bradley sighed and finally managed to tear his gaze away from Colin’s face, turning out towards the view. What was he supposed to tell his friend? Was he just supposed to tell him the truth? Was he just meant to tell him that he kept imagining himself releasing all over Colin’s cheekbones?
“Excuse me?”
Bradley realised that he had just said that aloud. He turned to look at Colin, who looked amazed. Bradley merely blushed. Hard.
“Uh. Nothing?” he said hopefully.
“Did you just say you wanted to come on my cheekbones?” Colin asked. Bradley’s blush migrated from his face to the rest of his body.
“Uh… No?”
“Bradley.”
“Yes! Yes, I did! That’s why I’ve been so distracted recently, because I can’t stop thinking about your damn cheekbones and coming all over them!” Bradley cried, throwing his hands up in surrender.
Colin stared at him for a long moment, eyes big and blue. Bradley turned away.
“I… suppose I’ll just go, then?” he said, and turned to start walking away.
“Bradley,” Colin murmured, reaching out and grasping Bradley’s wrist in his hand.
“Don’t, Colin, please. Just don’t,” Bradley muttered, trying to tug his wrist free.
Before he even knew what was happening, Bradley founds himself pressed up against the wall, a pair of hot, wet lips on his. It took him a moment to realise that Colin was kissing him. Kissing him very insistently, and his tongue was venturing out to explore Bradley’s mouth.
To test whether this was a dream or not, Bradley sucked on Colin’s tongue. Colin groaned roughly and thrust his hips forward. The hardness in Colin’s trousers was entirely too real for this to be a dream.
Bradley disengaged his mouth from Colin’s to press a kiss to the left of those cheekbones. Colin hummed happily in the back of his throat, and Bradley pressed the length of his tongue along it, licking a broad stripe. He kissed along it, wet little kisses, and sucked the bone gently between his lips. He peppered kisses all over them, revelling in the hardness of the soaring bones beneath his mouth.
“God, Colin. You don’t - you have no idea,” he broke off, “you don’t know what you do to me,” Bradley breathed, lips still pressed firmly to the cheekbones he admired so much.
“Oh, I think I do…” Colin murmured, palming Bradley’s erection through his breeches.
Bradley groaned, rolling his hips and rubbing himself against Colin’s hand, nibbling delicately on his cheekbones. They were both breathing heavily, and then suddenly Colin’s hand was gone, as was Colin, and when Bradley looked down he found Colin kneeling down, elegant fingers making short work of the ties on his breeches.
“Colin?” Bradley breathed. “What are you doing?”
Colin peered up at him through the dark, flickering fan of his eyelashes, smiling a smile so filthy it should have been illegal.
“Making your wildest dreams come true,” Colin purred, brogue thick and rough with lust.
He yanked Bradley’s breeches down, then his underwear, freeing his cock. It sprang out proudly and Colin hummed appreciatively, ghosting his fingers along the shaft.
“Oh…oh…Colin,” Bradley moaned, thrusting forward desperately in search of friction.
“Now, now,” Colin warned, his warm breath dancing over Bradley’s achingly hard cock.
“Stop teasing,” Bradley whined, tilting his head back against the cold stone of the wall. Colin chuckled.
“As you wish, sire.”
Bradley’s cock twitched at that. To hear Colin - Colin, not Merlin - call him that, call him sire in that breathy, lust filled voice, thick with brogue, almost made Bradley come on the spot. He was sure, in fact, that he would have, if Colin hadn’t chosen that moment to wrap his hand firmly around the base of Bradley’s cock, preventing any such event from happening.
Slowly, Colin parted his murderous lips, full and pink and pornographic as they wrapped around the head of Bradley’s cock. He ran his tongue under the head, tracing along the vein, and Bradley choked on an incomprehensible, animalistic noise, clunking his head back painfully against the wall behind him but not caring because Colin’s mouth was wet and warm and the things he was doing with his tongue was blowing Bradley’s mind.
Colin pulled off with an obscene pop, licking the pearl of precome that had beaded at the slit, taking the head back into his mouth, moving tortuously slowly along the length, then back up again, pulling off and licking again at the tip. He rested the fragile weight of Bradley’s balls in his hand, rolling them carefully, moving to lick at them before kissing his way back along Bradley’s cock.
Colin continued this for some time until Bradley was barely even able to support his weight anymore. He was breathing heavily, gasping, keening, making all sorts of noises so filthy that Colin’s cock was straining against his breeches, leaking heavily and, he was sure, staining his breeches.
Suddenly, he pulled off Bradley’s cock and released his grip on the base. A short, swift hand movement had Bradley crying out and releasing all over Colin’s face.
Bradley’s slumped against the wall and looked down at Colin through heavily lidded eyes. Pearly ropes clung to Colin’s face; to his cheekbones; to his eyes; to his lashes. There was even a little glistening moistly on his lips. Bradley had never seen anyone look more beautiful.
Colin slowly raised himself upwards, eyes twin cobalt fires, a thin ring of blue around a pupil blown so wide Bradley lost himself in the darkness. The corners of Colin’s lips quirked upwards, emphasising his cheekbones, and Bradley licked his lips at the sight of his seed hugging Colin’s pale skin.
“Lick it off.”
“What?” Bradley breathed.
“You heard me, Bradley,” Colin purred, voice low and sultry. “Lick it off.”
Bradley stared at him incredulously, at the strings of come crisscrossing his face, and then he leant forward and swiped his tongue through the viscous liquid on Colin’s cheek.
It tasted salty, but was not entirely unpleasant, and Bradley licked and sucked his seed off Colin’s face, spent cock growing hard again as he tasted himself. He kissed glinting droplets from Colin’s lips, removed it from his eyelashes with tiny butterfly kisses, licked and sucked it from his cheekbones, all the while growing harder, listening to the tiny, breathy little moans Colin just couldn’t hold back.
Once he was finished, Colin smashed their mouths together, forcing his tongue into Bradley’s mouth. The taste of himself and the taste of Colin’s mouth merged into a dizzying sensation and Bradley accepted him eagerly.
“Going to fuck you now,” Colin murmured, resting his forehead against Bradley’s. “Going to fuck you into that wall.”
“Yeah,” Bradley breathed. “Yeah, okay.”
“You done this before?” Colin asked.
“Had sex against a wall? No.”
“No. I meant been fucked by a guy.”
“Oh. Yeah. A couple of times. Was pretty drunk the first time.”
“I don’t have lube. It’ll burn.”
“I know.”
“I don’t have a condom, either.”
“I’m clean.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am, too.”
“Shut up now, Colin. I need you inside me.”
“Oh, Bradley. Such a slut for me.”
“Not exactly all sweetness and light yourself.”
“Touché.”
“God, Colin! Shut. Up.”
Colin took Bradley’s advice and made short work of his breeches. Then he turned Bradley around, groaning quietly at the picture he made, spread against the wall, so eager to accept him. He pressed a finger against Bradley’s lips.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Bradley opened his mouth, taking Colin’s finger in and sucking it, rolling his tongue around it, lathering it with his spit. Colin removed it and rubbed a dry finger between Bradley’s cheeks, running it over the tight ring of muscle. Bradley whimpered softly, spreading his legs further, bracing himself against the wall.
Colin needed no further invitation. He slid his finger slowly into Bradley, who mewled pitifully in pleasure and pain. Colin paused, allowed him to become used to the penetration, and then pulled his finger back.
He quickly set up a pace. Bradley gasped at the burn, but soon started moving his hips in time to Colin’s finger. Colin removed the single finger and stuck two into his own mouth. Bradley had a cheek pressed against the wall, and his eyes widened as he saw Colin’s eyes flicker close as he tasted Bradley on his fingers. He slid both fingers into Bradley with the aid of the precome that was seeping from his slit, and he started scissoring them, stretching out the tight ring of muscle so Bradley could take him.
At the addition of a third, then fourth finger, Bradley was coming completely undone. Colin was harder than he’d ever been, mercilessly pressing his fingers into Bradley’s prostate and setting a brutal pace. Bradley was pressed against the wall, pre come smearing across the dark stones, panting Colin’s name over and over, interspersed occasionally with the word please.
“Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, please Colin, Colin, Colin, please, please Colin, pleaspleasepleaseColinColinplease .”
Colin eventually took pity on him and removed his fingers, taking his cock in his hand and guiding himself into Bradley.
He groaned loudly. Bradley was so tight and so hot and not slick enough and it must have hurt but he was lamenting pitifully and moving his hips back.
“Move, Colin! Move!”
Colin moved, rolling his hips forward fluidly, slamming right into Bradley’s prostate and making him cry out, hands scrabbling fruitlessly at the wall.
“Oh God, oh Colin, move Colin move, please move, ColinColinColin, God,” Bradley panted.
“Not been called that in a while,” Colin grunted back, moving his hips backwards and slamming home again.
He set a relentless pace, hips snapping back and forward. Bradley all but fell apart against the wall, keening and groaning and clinging desperately at the wall. Colin reached around to strip his cock and then Bradley was coming for the second time, clenching around him and Colin cried out and followed, coming in long, hot pulses that filled Bradley until he felt he might burst from the heat of it all.
Colin slid out slowly, leaving a thick cord of come from the tip of his cock to Bradley’s arse. He moaned softly at the sight of it, snapping it with his fingers. White fluid started to leak from Bradley, who was over sensitised and whimpering quietly. Colin realised he had brought nothing to clean them up with, and immediately dropped to his knees for the second time.
He caught the first drop on his outstretched tongue, and then licked the trail that was trickling down Bradley’s inner thigh away. Bradley cried out almost in agony - it was all too much, but then Colin was licking at his arse, sliding his tongue in gently, cleaning away every last drop of his own come. If Bradley wasn’t so shagged out, he knew that his cock would be rising again, but all it managed was a small, valiant twitch.
Finished with his own seed, Colin maneuvered Bradley so he could lick Bradley’s seed from his stomach. Bradley collapsed about half way through the task, and Colin fell next to him, both of them basking in the post coital haze. Their breeches were still around the ankles, and if they weren’t both so utterly boneless they would have sorted themselves out and gone back down to wait for their next instructions.
As it was, however, they just sat there, chests heaving, naked from the waist down, flushed and sated. Colin looked at Bradley, and Bradley looked at Colin, and they started chuckling, giggling away at each other, sighing happily.
“Well, well. Wondered how long it would take you.”
Both of them started at the sound of the female voice, and they looked over wide eyed to see Katie standing in the door way at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, smirking at them.
“Just came to let you know that Julian is looked for you. I’d hurry up if I were you,” she informed them, and then she turned and went back down the stairs.
Bradley and Colin merely sat there, horrified. By lunchtime, they knew, everyone on set would know.
“And by the way, guys! I’d be careful how loud you are in future - I could hear you at the bottom of the stairs!”
Pairing(s): Bradley/Colin.
Warnings: This is basically a big ol' smut cake with smut cream and smut sprinkles and completely lacking anything that even remotely resembles a plot. I feel I should also warn for rimming, bottom!Bradley and a cheekbone kink.
Spoiler(s): Sadly, no.
Word count: 2566
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Bradley thinks obsessions are fine, just not when they are affecting your work.
Author's Notes: I have absouletly no excuses for this at all. I really don't. It is utterly, totally plotless and I am sorry. With gargantuan - like, bigger than my ludicrously oversized hoody gargantuan - thanks to ansera for beta-ing this mess for me and encouraging me even when she really shouldn't have. She deserves a medal, just for being her. xD
Obsessions, Bradley thought, were all well and good until they started affecting your work.
Fantasies were marvellous things. Bradley remembered a chemistry teacher he once had telling the class that they should read more because it improved the imagination. Bradley thought he was imaginative enough as it was.
It was not like it was even his fault, either. No, it was entirely Colin’s fault. Yes, it was entirely the fault of one Colin Morgan for having those ludicrous, lickable cheekbones of his.
For that was Bradley’s current obsession, his current fantasy. Seemingly, all he could think about was licking Colin’s cheekbones.
He wanked off to the image of himself laving those cheekbones with his tongue, worshipping them, kissing them. When Colin smiled at him and they popped, it was all Bradley could do not to jump on him and come in his breeches at the same time. Bradley had even started messing up one too many of the scenes he had with Colin because he just couldn’t concentrate - his mind was elsewhere, thinking dirty thoughts, about things like whether or not Colin would still look so pretty with Bradley’s come strung all over that lovely face of his.
Bradley thought he would, just in a very different - much sexier - way.
They were taking a break and, because he was not needed for a while, Bradley went up to the top of his favourite tower. It was windy, and the cool breeze ran its never ending fingers through his hair. Whenever he was up there, it felt as if he could touch the sky, achingly and endlessly blue above him.
He heard footsteps behind him, and when he turned around, he found Colin there, smiling at him. And as if that wasn’t enough, Colin’s cheeks had a flush on them, colouring the high, prominent bones the most attractive shade of pink.
In his breeches, Bradley’s traitorous cock stirred. He was glad now more than ever that they were loose.
“Thought I’d find you here,” Colin said softly.
He stepped forward and leant on the wall next to Bradley. He angled his head in such a way that Bradley got a wonderful view of his cheekbones, and the soft shadows they cast beneath them.
If Bradley didn’t know any better, he would have said that Colin was teasing him.
They stood in silence for a while, both of them just enjoying the view. Bradley could feel the heat emanating from Colin’s skinny body and it made it impossible to concentrate.
“Are you okay?” Colin asked after a while. Bradley looked at him, then immediately wished he hadn’t bothered. Colin’s cheekbones looked delicious.
“Yes,” Bradley said instinctively.
Colin looked at him with his beautiful, too blue eyes.
“Don’t lie to me , Bradley James,” he said. “You’ve been distracted for days.”
“I have not!” Bradley disagreed immediately, unable to drag his gaze away from Colin’s cheeks. Colin just gave him a sarcastic look.
“Bradley. I possibly know you better than you know yourself, so don’t even try lying to me.”
Bradley sighed and finally managed to tear his gaze away from Colin’s face, turning out towards the view. What was he supposed to tell his friend? Was he just supposed to tell him the truth? Was he just meant to tell him that he kept imagining himself releasing all over Colin’s cheekbones?
“Excuse me?”
Bradley realised that he had just said that aloud. He turned to look at Colin, who looked amazed. Bradley merely blushed. Hard.
“Uh. Nothing?” he said hopefully.
“Did you just say you wanted to come on my cheekbones?” Colin asked. Bradley’s blush migrated from his face to the rest of his body.
“Uh… No?”
“Bradley.”
“Yes! Yes, I did! That’s why I’ve been so distracted recently, because I can’t stop thinking about your damn cheekbones and coming all over them!” Bradley cried, throwing his hands up in surrender.
Colin stared at him for a long moment, eyes big and blue. Bradley turned away.
“I… suppose I’ll just go, then?” he said, and turned to start walking away.
“Bradley,” Colin murmured, reaching out and grasping Bradley’s wrist in his hand.
“Don’t, Colin, please. Just don’t,” Bradley muttered, trying to tug his wrist free.
Before he even knew what was happening, Bradley founds himself pressed up against the wall, a pair of hot, wet lips on his. It took him a moment to realise that Colin was kissing him. Kissing him very insistently, and his tongue was venturing out to explore Bradley’s mouth.
To test whether this was a dream or not, Bradley sucked on Colin’s tongue. Colin groaned roughly and thrust his hips forward. The hardness in Colin’s trousers was entirely too real for this to be a dream.
Bradley disengaged his mouth from Colin’s to press a kiss to the left of those cheekbones. Colin hummed happily in the back of his throat, and Bradley pressed the length of his tongue along it, licking a broad stripe. He kissed along it, wet little kisses, and sucked the bone gently between his lips. He peppered kisses all over them, revelling in the hardness of the soaring bones beneath his mouth.
“God, Colin. You don’t - you have no idea,” he broke off, “you don’t know what you do to me,” Bradley breathed, lips still pressed firmly to the cheekbones he admired so much.
“Oh, I think I do…” Colin murmured, palming Bradley’s erection through his breeches.
Bradley groaned, rolling his hips and rubbing himself against Colin’s hand, nibbling delicately on his cheekbones. They were both breathing heavily, and then suddenly Colin’s hand was gone, as was Colin, and when Bradley looked down he found Colin kneeling down, elegant fingers making short work of the ties on his breeches.
“Colin?” Bradley breathed. “What are you doing?”
Colin peered up at him through the dark, flickering fan of his eyelashes, smiling a smile so filthy it should have been illegal.
“Making your wildest dreams come true,” Colin purred, brogue thick and rough with lust.
He yanked Bradley’s breeches down, then his underwear, freeing his cock. It sprang out proudly and Colin hummed appreciatively, ghosting his fingers along the shaft.
“Oh…oh…Colin,” Bradley moaned, thrusting forward desperately in search of friction.
“Now, now,” Colin warned, his warm breath dancing over Bradley’s achingly hard cock.
“Stop teasing,” Bradley whined, tilting his head back against the cold stone of the wall. Colin chuckled.
“As you wish, sire.”
Bradley’s cock twitched at that. To hear Colin - Colin, not Merlin - call him that, call him sire in that breathy, lust filled voice, thick with brogue, almost made Bradley come on the spot. He was sure, in fact, that he would have, if Colin hadn’t chosen that moment to wrap his hand firmly around the base of Bradley’s cock, preventing any such event from happening.
Slowly, Colin parted his murderous lips, full and pink and pornographic as they wrapped around the head of Bradley’s cock. He ran his tongue under the head, tracing along the vein, and Bradley choked on an incomprehensible, animalistic noise, clunking his head back painfully against the wall behind him but not caring because Colin’s mouth was wet and warm and the things he was doing with his tongue was blowing Bradley’s mind.
Colin pulled off with an obscene pop, licking the pearl of precome that had beaded at the slit, taking the head back into his mouth, moving tortuously slowly along the length, then back up again, pulling off and licking again at the tip. He rested the fragile weight of Bradley’s balls in his hand, rolling them carefully, moving to lick at them before kissing his way back along Bradley’s cock.
Colin continued this for some time until Bradley was barely even able to support his weight anymore. He was breathing heavily, gasping, keening, making all sorts of noises so filthy that Colin’s cock was straining against his breeches, leaking heavily and, he was sure, staining his breeches.
Suddenly, he pulled off Bradley’s cock and released his grip on the base. A short, swift hand movement had Bradley crying out and releasing all over Colin’s face.
Bradley’s slumped against the wall and looked down at Colin through heavily lidded eyes. Pearly ropes clung to Colin’s face; to his cheekbones; to his eyes; to his lashes. There was even a little glistening moistly on his lips. Bradley had never seen anyone look more beautiful.
Colin slowly raised himself upwards, eyes twin cobalt fires, a thin ring of blue around a pupil blown so wide Bradley lost himself in the darkness. The corners of Colin’s lips quirked upwards, emphasising his cheekbones, and Bradley licked his lips at the sight of his seed hugging Colin’s pale skin.
“Lick it off.”
“What?” Bradley breathed.
“You heard me, Bradley,” Colin purred, voice low and sultry. “Lick it off.”
Bradley stared at him incredulously, at the strings of come crisscrossing his face, and then he leant forward and swiped his tongue through the viscous liquid on Colin’s cheek.
It tasted salty, but was not entirely unpleasant, and Bradley licked and sucked his seed off Colin’s face, spent cock growing hard again as he tasted himself. He kissed glinting droplets from Colin’s lips, removed it from his eyelashes with tiny butterfly kisses, licked and sucked it from his cheekbones, all the while growing harder, listening to the tiny, breathy little moans Colin just couldn’t hold back.
Once he was finished, Colin smashed their mouths together, forcing his tongue into Bradley’s mouth. The taste of himself and the taste of Colin’s mouth merged into a dizzying sensation and Bradley accepted him eagerly.
“Going to fuck you now,” Colin murmured, resting his forehead against Bradley’s. “Going to fuck you into that wall.”
“Yeah,” Bradley breathed. “Yeah, okay.”
“You done this before?” Colin asked.
“Had sex against a wall? No.”
“No. I meant been fucked by a guy.”
“Oh. Yeah. A couple of times. Was pretty drunk the first time.”
“I don’t have lube. It’ll burn.”
“I know.”
“I don’t have a condom, either.”
“I’m clean.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I am, too.”
“Shut up now, Colin. I need you inside me.”
“Oh, Bradley. Such a slut for me.”
“Not exactly all sweetness and light yourself.”
“Touché.”
“God, Colin! Shut. Up.”
Colin took Bradley’s advice and made short work of his breeches. Then he turned Bradley around, groaning quietly at the picture he made, spread against the wall, so eager to accept him. He pressed a finger against Bradley’s lips.
“Suck,” he instructed.
Bradley opened his mouth, taking Colin’s finger in and sucking it, rolling his tongue around it, lathering it with his spit. Colin removed it and rubbed a dry finger between Bradley’s cheeks, running it over the tight ring of muscle. Bradley whimpered softly, spreading his legs further, bracing himself against the wall.
Colin needed no further invitation. He slid his finger slowly into Bradley, who mewled pitifully in pleasure and pain. Colin paused, allowed him to become used to the penetration, and then pulled his finger back.
He quickly set up a pace. Bradley gasped at the burn, but soon started moving his hips in time to Colin’s finger. Colin removed the single finger and stuck two into his own mouth. Bradley had a cheek pressed against the wall, and his eyes widened as he saw Colin’s eyes flicker close as he tasted Bradley on his fingers. He slid both fingers into Bradley with the aid of the precome that was seeping from his slit, and he started scissoring them, stretching out the tight ring of muscle so Bradley could take him.
At the addition of a third, then fourth finger, Bradley was coming completely undone. Colin was harder than he’d ever been, mercilessly pressing his fingers into Bradley’s prostate and setting a brutal pace. Bradley was pressed against the wall, pre come smearing across the dark stones, panting Colin’s name over and over, interspersed occasionally with the word please.
“Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, Colin, please Colin, Colin, Colin, please, please Colin, pleaspleasepleaseColinColinplease .”
Colin eventually took pity on him and removed his fingers, taking his cock in his hand and guiding himself into Bradley.
He groaned loudly. Bradley was so tight and so hot and not slick enough and it must have hurt but he was lamenting pitifully and moving his hips back.
“Move, Colin! Move!”
Colin moved, rolling his hips forward fluidly, slamming right into Bradley’s prostate and making him cry out, hands scrabbling fruitlessly at the wall.
“Oh God, oh Colin, move Colin move, please move, ColinColinColin, God,” Bradley panted.
“Not been called that in a while,” Colin grunted back, moving his hips backwards and slamming home again.
He set a relentless pace, hips snapping back and forward. Bradley all but fell apart against the wall, keening and groaning and clinging desperately at the wall. Colin reached around to strip his cock and then Bradley was coming for the second time, clenching around him and Colin cried out and followed, coming in long, hot pulses that filled Bradley until he felt he might burst from the heat of it all.
Colin slid out slowly, leaving a thick cord of come from the tip of his cock to Bradley’s arse. He moaned softly at the sight of it, snapping it with his fingers. White fluid started to leak from Bradley, who was over sensitised and whimpering quietly. Colin realised he had brought nothing to clean them up with, and immediately dropped to his knees for the second time.
He caught the first drop on his outstretched tongue, and then licked the trail that was trickling down Bradley’s inner thigh away. Bradley cried out almost in agony - it was all too much, but then Colin was licking at his arse, sliding his tongue in gently, cleaning away every last drop of his own come. If Bradley wasn’t so shagged out, he knew that his cock would be rising again, but all it managed was a small, valiant twitch.
Finished with his own seed, Colin maneuvered Bradley so he could lick Bradley’s seed from his stomach. Bradley collapsed about half way through the task, and Colin fell next to him, both of them basking in the post coital haze. Their breeches were still around the ankles, and if they weren’t both so utterly boneless they would have sorted themselves out and gone back down to wait for their next instructions.
As it was, however, they just sat there, chests heaving, naked from the waist down, flushed and sated. Colin looked at Bradley, and Bradley looked at Colin, and they started chuckling, giggling away at each other, sighing happily.
“Well, well. Wondered how long it would take you.”
Both of them started at the sound of the female voice, and they looked over wide eyed to see Katie standing in the door way at the top of the stairs, hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, smirking at them.
“Just came to let you know that Julian is looked for you. I’d hurry up if I were you,” she informed them, and then she turned and went back down the stairs.
Bradley and Colin merely sat there, horrified. By lunchtime, they knew, everyone on set would know.
“And by the way, guys! I’d be careful how loud you are in future - I could hear you at the bottom of the stairs!”