How Everyone Learned Bradley James is the Jealous Type-Part 2
Author: Books_and_Crows
Title: How Everyone Learned Bradley James is the Jealous Type
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Swearing, vague mentions of sexual intercourse.
Disclaimer: Yup. Real people, my head, not gonna happen.
Summary: Bradley never expected anyone to ask how they got together. Therefore he never formed an appropriate answer, and perhaps that was the reason he found himself telling the story of an awards ceremony, a particularly physical interviewer, and Bradley's encounter with jealous.
Author's Note: This takes place during/after the NTA interview. I have nothing personal against this interviewer. This is just some whimsical idea on how I think Bradley would feel. This has also probably been done before. Sorry...I should read more fanfiction to figure that out.
I hope it's...okay?
I'm seriously thinking about a sequel on code words XD
Part Two
“I think we should get a code word.” Colin remarked as they headed down the stairs, Bradley’s car parked in the lot underneath the building.
“What would you suggest? Afternoon delight?” He kid, and turned to grin back at Colin who was a couple steps behind him.
“That’s dumb.”
There was a silence, before Bradley exclaimed, quite loudly that Colin was very glad that no one else were around to hear, “Sword in the stone?”
Colin couldn’t keep his laughter in. The mixture of panting from running down several flights, and trying to conceal the noise caused it to become a kind of spurting cough that had Bradley’s head whip around again in concern.
“That is terrible. You have officially ruined those episodes for me.” They reached the bottom floor. The parking lot had water seeping down into it from the rain. The sky was unusually dark, and until Bradley flashed him the time he was completely unaware of how late it had become. It was as if they had entered their separate world at Katie’s, one that mostly dwelled in the past.
Colin was still a novice at driving, he couldn’t quite get a hang of round abouts, and his license wasn’t technically legitimate. So it was up to Bradley to drive them everywhere. Of course, they were always late. It was a reoccurring curse ever since they had taken a road trip.
As the passenger Colin was put in charge of directions, and he seemed to think the scenic route took just the same amount of time as the normal one.
“Do you remember what happened after?”
Colin nodded, “Yeah, do you not?”
“How could I not? No one can ever forget when Colin Morgan scolds them.” He joked, while twisting the wheel around to merge. He had become disciplined in keeping his eyes on the road throughout the years; despite for Colin’s quiet private demeanor it was incredibly difficult to ignore him.
“I was not scolding you. I was just questioning your odd behavior.”
“That’s not how I remember…”
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“Bradley, what are you doing?”
Bradley had Colin snatched by the elbow, and was now pulling him through the crowds. Of course they stopped every so often, waved goodbye to the other nominees, congratulated the winners, and Bradley fabricated an excuse for their quick departure.
They were in the limo within ten minutes.
“What was that?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Bradley leaned forward, and informed the driver of the address.
Colin was staring at him dumbfound, “That as in the interview, and that as in skippin’ out on the after party.”
Bradley made a disgruntled noise and a series of unidentifiable words under his breath. He turned away from Colin in his seat, and chose to focus on the window, and what lay past. It had to be late into the night now, thankfully the pubs were still open.
“The guy was an arse.”
The driver rolled up the divider between his section and theirs.
“He was, but he was also trying to be nice.” Colin tried, and Bradley could practically feel the concerned and calming look on the back of his neck. He knew that if he turned around now, Colin would slightly smile, and Bradley would feel like a five year old. He’d want to stomp his foot and curse(well that would be very unlike a five year old) and then he knew the fight would leave him.
He didn’t want it to leave. He didn’t want this to just disappear, like all of the fights did with Colin and Bradley. Because that’s how it worked, whenever they got into an argument, it would abruptly end. There was no declaration of who was right or wrong, and as long as it disappeared from both of their minds-as it always did- than there was no need to dwell on the subject.
This time there was a need. Because Colin was wrong, and Bradley refused to just let it fly by.
“You are such a girl Bradley James.”
“First off, Morgan, that is my line, second, I wasn’t the one who,” He gave his best Irish accent significantly higher pitched than Colin’s actual voice, “Oh please give it a tug or maybe just take me home for a good ol’ shag.”
Colin grinned like a mad man, “That’s because you already took care of the last part.”
The driver pulled over in front of their hotel. Before he could open the door for the both of them, Bradley was already out. Colin tipped him, a generous amount for having to put up with their bubbling excitement on the way to the awards, and their bickering and early departure on the way back.
Bradley was walking at an abnormally fast speed, and Colin had to practically run to catch up with him.
“Bradley, Bradley, slow down!”
He caught up with him just as the elevator doors were about to shut, and he had to wedge inside, while apologizing to the people who were jostled around for him to get inside. It was the most awkward, ride of his life. Sure there was some basic conversation around the other members, but mostly they were too wasted to recognize the two.
When it binged to their floor, the fourth floor, Bradley jammed the key into the lock.
“What is the matter with you?” His voice was steadily rising as the door slammed behind them, “Seriously James, you’re acting like, like Arthur or something!”
The world stopped for a split second.
Well a little more than a split second.
Suddenly Bradley’s hands were on the either side of his face. Then hard, chapped lips were slamming on to Colin’s. Their teeth caught, lips snagged, and Bradley could feel his stubble brushing against his chin. Colin’s hands were on his chest, and then shoved him away.
He swiped a hand against the back of his mouth.
“Oh Christ. Oh bloody hell. Oh fuck.” He swore and eyes darted all over the place wildly. If Colin’s body had not slumped backwards against the door in shock, Bradley would have darted out. Actually if they weren’t on the fourth floor, he would have jumped out the window.
He was still debating that choice.
“Colin, I uh, that was, that was, shit.” He was rubbing his nose, forehead, chin, unlike Colin he was trying to avoid touching his mouth. With no place to go, he just flopped back down onto his bed, and buried his face into his hands.
“Do you normally kiss your mates? I mean maybe you Brits have a different way of doing things…” He was still not looking at Bradley, and his fists were closing in around the door knob.
“No…hell Colin. It’s not. I’m just. Fuck, fuck.”
“Bradley, I uh, I’m not sure what to say.” He stepped away from the door. He sat on his bed across from Bradley. He crossed his legs and just scrutinized the floor, like the answers lay between those tan fibers. Then Bradley stood up and stretched.
He scratched his chin and shrugged, “Kind of figured we weren’t going to win, too bad ya know. Good thing we practiced our losing faces.” He muttered, grabbing a fag from his luggage bag, and heading out the door. Here he was, after Bradley promised he wasn’t going to let this go, here he was walking off.
But something about the last sentence connected in Colin’s mind.
“It took you longer than it should have.”
“Well, you were being quite cryptic.”
“This is about the interviewer!” Colin yelled getting up from the bed, “Your, your jealous.” He put extreme emphasis on the word, gesturing extremely with his arms that caused Bradley to sigh.
“I wasn’t jealous,” He responded more exasperated than incredulous. But it slowly changed, when Colin raised one eyebrow in speculation and disbelief, “Really, I was just, you were being too darn nice to such an arsehole who thought he was real bloody brilliant.” He spat, bitterly. “And I tied your bow tie,” He added under his breath, inaudible to Colin.
Bradley looked up just in time to see Colin’s face split into a grin. It was the kind that squished his vibrant blue eyes up, showed his top teeth, and dug into his dimples. It was the kind that made everyone stop, that they only sprinkled over episodes of Merlin, because the dialogue became completely meaningless behind it.
“You are such a girl, Bradley James!” He exclaimed.
“I am not!” He shoved the smoke back into his luggage to indignantly reply.
“Yes you are. You were jealous. Katie always said that you fancied me, but I never thought you’d be jealous.”
His mouth dropped open, “Katie said I fancied you?” He would kill the girl; really he would kill the girl.
Colin seemed entirely too relaxed about this matter, for how put-off he had been about the kiss before hand. He sat back down, so he was leaning backwards onto his elbows in a stretched mundane position.
“She did, she said that normally blokes don’t act like us.” He was still smiling, but not the wide obnoxiously attractive one from before, but a small distant one that showed half of his mind was drifting elsewhere.
Bradley adjusted his clothing in a nervous manner, and loosened his tie. “So what are you trying to say, Morgan?”
Colin tilted his head backwards so his chin was sticking upwards to the ceiling and face upside down to lock eyes with Bradley, “That I should listen to Katie more often.”
They had been friends for a long time. During interviews the two of them had developed a telepathic understanding of what to say, and how the other was feeling. It was some secret language, a signal, that didn’t even require words to communicate.
That was how Bradley figured it was okay to tackle Colin.
“So, you knew, how long did you know?”
“Long enough to figure that all the out-takes where my arse was over your shoulder were not mistakes.”
That’s when they started kissing again. Kissing in sloppy, slippery, kisses where lips slid over lips and tongues traveled slowly towards each other, twisting together. Colin lay diagonally so his lower legs were off the bed and head just barely on. Bradley was half on top, half not. The ivory sheets fell to the ground, and the slow kisses got fiercer, more demanding.
Coats were shed, buttons were popped, zippers undone, undergarments shed.
Oh, and bow ties untied.
It wasn’t perfect sex- no one’s first time was perfect. Bradley was inexperienced in the matter of men, Colin had to guide him where his fingers were supposed to go, the pacing, the direction; it was a little bit humiliating. Bradley had never really been taught how to perform in this matter.
“I didn’t really know either, actually.”
“I figured when you kept restarting your instructions.”
When it did work though, it was thrilling, rough, and Bradley eventually stopped asking if he was hurting Colin. He eventually looked up from studiously examining that he was entering and exiting properly to see Colin’s face. His eyebrows scrunched together, his lips rolling together, and shoulder blades digging into the mattress. His legs clenched around Bradley, his hands wrapped around his neck, trying to move with him in shaky thrusts.
He always heard people talk about the noises their partners made during sex, the moans, groans, grunts, all of that. Later, Bradley would realize they were there, and find them incredibly attractive, but all he could focus on was Colin’s body around his. His muscles tightened and nails dug right into the slope of Bradley’s neck, a tremor that passed through them both as they came.
The kiss they shared after was the best. They climbed into Colin’s bed, the comforter pooled onto the ground, and only the thin sheets to cover them. Bradley could’ve gotten up, and gone to his own bed (which would have been the better choice when Colin spread out starfish later), but he didn’t. Instead he kissed Colin over and over, until Bradley was pretty sure he fell asleep doing the action.
“We should probably figure this out,” he heard Colin murmur.
“Yeah…” Bradley whispered back.
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“Then Katie and Angel found out a week later.”
“You know we never figured it out.” Colin added, totally not hearing his ending, while Bradley tried to decipher where exactly Colin had led them. They drove here at least a dozen times, and every time Colin managed to discover a new route that got them lost.
“Yeah.”
The silence that followed was an indicator. Neither knew how to approach the matter, but Bradley finally came up with something, as they stalled in traffic.
“Want to pull over and have wicked car sex?”
Colin laughed so hard that he was grabbing his stomach and clutching at his seat belt. Then with a wiggle of his eyebrows, he added, “Yeah, but if you say anything related to sword in the stone again, this will be the last time.”
Title: How Everyone Learned Bradley James is the Jealous Type
Rating: R-ish
Warnings: Swearing, vague mentions of sexual intercourse.
Disclaimer: Yup. Real people, my head, not gonna happen.
Summary: Bradley never expected anyone to ask how they got together. Therefore he never formed an appropriate answer, and perhaps that was the reason he found himself telling the story of an awards ceremony, a particularly physical interviewer, and Bradley's encounter with jealous.
Author's Note: This takes place during/after the NTA interview. I have nothing personal against this interviewer. This is just some whimsical idea on how I think Bradley would feel. This has also probably been done before. Sorry...I should read more fanfiction to figure that out.
I hope it's...okay?
I'm seriously thinking about a sequel on code words XD
Part Two
“I think we should get a code word.” Colin remarked as they headed down the stairs, Bradley’s car parked in the lot underneath the building.
“What would you suggest? Afternoon delight?” He kid, and turned to grin back at Colin who was a couple steps behind him.
“That’s dumb.”
There was a silence, before Bradley exclaimed, quite loudly that Colin was very glad that no one else were around to hear, “Sword in the stone?”
Colin couldn’t keep his laughter in. The mixture of panting from running down several flights, and trying to conceal the noise caused it to become a kind of spurting cough that had Bradley’s head whip around again in concern.
“That is terrible. You have officially ruined those episodes for me.” They reached the bottom floor. The parking lot had water seeping down into it from the rain. The sky was unusually dark, and until Bradley flashed him the time he was completely unaware of how late it had become. It was as if they had entered their separate world at Katie’s, one that mostly dwelled in the past.
Colin was still a novice at driving, he couldn’t quite get a hang of round abouts, and his license wasn’t technically legitimate. So it was up to Bradley to drive them everywhere. Of course, they were always late. It was a reoccurring curse ever since they had taken a road trip.
As the passenger Colin was put in charge of directions, and he seemed to think the scenic route took just the same amount of time as the normal one.
“Do you remember what happened after?”
Colin nodded, “Yeah, do you not?”
“How could I not? No one can ever forget when Colin Morgan scolds them.” He joked, while twisting the wheel around to merge. He had become disciplined in keeping his eyes on the road throughout the years; despite for Colin’s quiet private demeanor it was incredibly difficult to ignore him.
“I was not scolding you. I was just questioning your odd behavior.”
“That’s not how I remember…”
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“Bradley, what are you doing?”
Bradley had Colin snatched by the elbow, and was now pulling him through the crowds. Of course they stopped every so often, waved goodbye to the other nominees, congratulated the winners, and Bradley fabricated an excuse for their quick departure.
They were in the limo within ten minutes.
“What was that?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Bradley leaned forward, and informed the driver of the address.
Colin was staring at him dumbfound, “That as in the interview, and that as in skippin’ out on the after party.”
Bradley made a disgruntled noise and a series of unidentifiable words under his breath. He turned away from Colin in his seat, and chose to focus on the window, and what lay past. It had to be late into the night now, thankfully the pubs were still open.
“The guy was an arse.”
The driver rolled up the divider between his section and theirs.
“He was, but he was also trying to be nice.” Colin tried, and Bradley could practically feel the concerned and calming look on the back of his neck. He knew that if he turned around now, Colin would slightly smile, and Bradley would feel like a five year old. He’d want to stomp his foot and curse(well that would be very unlike a five year old) and then he knew the fight would leave him.
He didn’t want it to leave. He didn’t want this to just disappear, like all of the fights did with Colin and Bradley. Because that’s how it worked, whenever they got into an argument, it would abruptly end. There was no declaration of who was right or wrong, and as long as it disappeared from both of their minds-as it always did- than there was no need to dwell on the subject.
This time there was a need. Because Colin was wrong, and Bradley refused to just let it fly by.
“You are such a girl Bradley James.”
“First off, Morgan, that is my line, second, I wasn’t the one who,” He gave his best Irish accent significantly higher pitched than Colin’s actual voice, “Oh please give it a tug or maybe just take me home for a good ol’ shag.”
Colin grinned like a mad man, “That’s because you already took care of the last part.”
The driver pulled over in front of their hotel. Before he could open the door for the both of them, Bradley was already out. Colin tipped him, a generous amount for having to put up with their bubbling excitement on the way to the awards, and their bickering and early departure on the way back.
Bradley was walking at an abnormally fast speed, and Colin had to practically run to catch up with him.
“Bradley, Bradley, slow down!”
He caught up with him just as the elevator doors were about to shut, and he had to wedge inside, while apologizing to the people who were jostled around for him to get inside. It was the most awkward, ride of his life. Sure there was some basic conversation around the other members, but mostly they were too wasted to recognize the two.
When it binged to their floor, the fourth floor, Bradley jammed the key into the lock.
“What is the matter with you?” His voice was steadily rising as the door slammed behind them, “Seriously James, you’re acting like, like Arthur or something!”
The world stopped for a split second.
Well a little more than a split second.
Suddenly Bradley’s hands were on the either side of his face. Then hard, chapped lips were slamming on to Colin’s. Their teeth caught, lips snagged, and Bradley could feel his stubble brushing against his chin. Colin’s hands were on his chest, and then shoved him away.
He swiped a hand against the back of his mouth.
“Oh Christ. Oh bloody hell. Oh fuck.” He swore and eyes darted all over the place wildly. If Colin’s body had not slumped backwards against the door in shock, Bradley would have darted out. Actually if they weren’t on the fourth floor, he would have jumped out the window.
He was still debating that choice.
“Colin, I uh, that was, that was, shit.” He was rubbing his nose, forehead, chin, unlike Colin he was trying to avoid touching his mouth. With no place to go, he just flopped back down onto his bed, and buried his face into his hands.
“Do you normally kiss your mates? I mean maybe you Brits have a different way of doing things…” He was still not looking at Bradley, and his fists were closing in around the door knob.
“No…hell Colin. It’s not. I’m just. Fuck, fuck.”
“Bradley, I uh, I’m not sure what to say.” He stepped away from the door. He sat on his bed across from Bradley. He crossed his legs and just scrutinized the floor, like the answers lay between those tan fibers. Then Bradley stood up and stretched.
He scratched his chin and shrugged, “Kind of figured we weren’t going to win, too bad ya know. Good thing we practiced our losing faces.” He muttered, grabbing a fag from his luggage bag, and heading out the door. Here he was, after Bradley promised he wasn’t going to let this go, here he was walking off.
But something about the last sentence connected in Colin’s mind.
“It took you longer than it should have.”
“Well, you were being quite cryptic.”
“This is about the interviewer!” Colin yelled getting up from the bed, “Your, your jealous.” He put extreme emphasis on the word, gesturing extremely with his arms that caused Bradley to sigh.
“I wasn’t jealous,” He responded more exasperated than incredulous. But it slowly changed, when Colin raised one eyebrow in speculation and disbelief, “Really, I was just, you were being too darn nice to such an arsehole who thought he was real bloody brilliant.” He spat, bitterly. “And I tied your bow tie,” He added under his breath, inaudible to Colin.
Bradley looked up just in time to see Colin’s face split into a grin. It was the kind that squished his vibrant blue eyes up, showed his top teeth, and dug into his dimples. It was the kind that made everyone stop, that they only sprinkled over episodes of Merlin, because the dialogue became completely meaningless behind it.
“You are such a girl, Bradley James!” He exclaimed.
“I am not!” He shoved the smoke back into his luggage to indignantly reply.
“Yes you are. You were jealous. Katie always said that you fancied me, but I never thought you’d be jealous.”
His mouth dropped open, “Katie said I fancied you?” He would kill the girl; really he would kill the girl.
Colin seemed entirely too relaxed about this matter, for how put-off he had been about the kiss before hand. He sat back down, so he was leaning backwards onto his elbows in a stretched mundane position.
“She did, she said that normally blokes don’t act like us.” He was still smiling, but not the wide obnoxiously attractive one from before, but a small distant one that showed half of his mind was drifting elsewhere.
Bradley adjusted his clothing in a nervous manner, and loosened his tie. “So what are you trying to say, Morgan?”
Colin tilted his head backwards so his chin was sticking upwards to the ceiling and face upside down to lock eyes with Bradley, “That I should listen to Katie more often.”
They had been friends for a long time. During interviews the two of them had developed a telepathic understanding of what to say, and how the other was feeling. It was some secret language, a signal, that didn’t even require words to communicate.
That was how Bradley figured it was okay to tackle Colin.
“So, you knew, how long did you know?”
“Long enough to figure that all the out-takes where my arse was over your shoulder were not mistakes.”
That’s when they started kissing again. Kissing in sloppy, slippery, kisses where lips slid over lips and tongues traveled slowly towards each other, twisting together. Colin lay diagonally so his lower legs were off the bed and head just barely on. Bradley was half on top, half not. The ivory sheets fell to the ground, and the slow kisses got fiercer, more demanding.
Coats were shed, buttons were popped, zippers undone, undergarments shed.
Oh, and bow ties untied.
It wasn’t perfect sex- no one’s first time was perfect. Bradley was inexperienced in the matter of men, Colin had to guide him where his fingers were supposed to go, the pacing, the direction; it was a little bit humiliating. Bradley had never really been taught how to perform in this matter.
“I didn’t really know either, actually.”
“I figured when you kept restarting your instructions.”
When it did work though, it was thrilling, rough, and Bradley eventually stopped asking if he was hurting Colin. He eventually looked up from studiously examining that he was entering and exiting properly to see Colin’s face. His eyebrows scrunched together, his lips rolling together, and shoulder blades digging into the mattress. His legs clenched around Bradley, his hands wrapped around his neck, trying to move with him in shaky thrusts.
He always heard people talk about the noises their partners made during sex, the moans, groans, grunts, all of that. Later, Bradley would realize they were there, and find them incredibly attractive, but all he could focus on was Colin’s body around his. His muscles tightened and nails dug right into the slope of Bradley’s neck, a tremor that passed through them both as they came.
The kiss they shared after was the best. They climbed into Colin’s bed, the comforter pooled onto the ground, and only the thin sheets to cover them. Bradley could’ve gotten up, and gone to his own bed (which would have been the better choice when Colin spread out starfish later), but he didn’t. Instead he kissed Colin over and over, until Bradley was pretty sure he fell asleep doing the action.
“We should probably figure this out,” he heard Colin murmur.
“Yeah…” Bradley whispered back.
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“Then Katie and Angel found out a week later.”
“You know we never figured it out.” Colin added, totally not hearing his ending, while Bradley tried to decipher where exactly Colin had led them. They drove here at least a dozen times, and every time Colin managed to discover a new route that got them lost.
“Yeah.”
The silence that followed was an indicator. Neither knew how to approach the matter, but Bradley finally came up with something, as they stalled in traffic.
“Want to pull over and have wicked car sex?”
Colin laughed so hard that he was grabbing his stomach and clutching at his seat belt. Then with a wiggle of his eyebrows, he added, “Yeah, but if you say anything related to sword in the stone again, this will be the last time.”