Fic - The Keycard
Title: The Keycard
Author: Byaghro
Pairing: Colin/Bradley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 508
Warning: RPF, no spoilers
Summary: What to do, what to do…
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! No profit, no harm meant.
A/N: Beta-ed by dysonrules a million years ago. If I posted this before, I apologize for the repost.
Bradley knew he should just go to his room and go to bed. It was late. His plans for the night were already shot, thanks to an extended strategy session with Julian. And yet... he looked down at the plastic card in his hand.
Colin had left early. He'd had his one-on-one meeting with Julian that morning and, after a brief joint session with Bradley, Colin had been free to go. As he stood, he'd leaned over Bradley and muttered a brief, "See you later, yeah?" and then he was gone. Bradley had been a bit disappointed at the quick dismissal, although it wasn't like he expected Colin to snog him madly in front of the producers. However, later, when his back was aching from sitting in uncomfortable chairs for so long and his head was hurting from trying to 'delve into the deep intricacies of Arthur's character', he'd placed his hands in his pockets and found this. A hotel keycard. Colin's hotel keycard.
For the rest of the session he'd alternated between a warm buzz of happiness, and fidgety nerves. They'd been snogging for a few weeks now and had progressed to hand jobs and one spectacular blow job. God, Colin's mouth... But those things had always just kind of happened. They never planned them. One minute they'd be watching poorly dubbed French television, and the next Colin would be nibbling his neck, or straddling his lap. Or Bradley would shove Colin's shoulder and then follow the motion to press him down on the bed.
He looked at the keycard again. This was something else entirely. They always ended up following one another into their rooms, still chattering about that day's scenes. Or Bradley would call Colin over to see some spectacular new thing he'd discovered, and Colin would dutifully rush over and make appropriate sounds of awe. They'd never invited one another over quite like this before.
Bradley took a deep breath and opened the door.
The room was mostly dark; only one lamp was on beside the bed. Colin was a thatch of dark hair buried under a mound of blankets. Bradley grinned and toed off his trainers by the door. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it across a chair on his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush he'd left in Colin's room a few days before. "For when we have more of that really garlicy Italian," he'd claimed at the time.
Returning to the room he saw that Colin hadn't even budged. Bradley stripped down to his boxers and lifted the covers. Colin was nude except for the coloured cotton briefs he preferred. Bradley slid into bed and lifted an arm to turn off the light. Colin immediately turned toward him with an adorable snuffling sound. Bradley settled down, pulling Colin's pliant, sleep-warmed body close. Colin muttered something that Bradley didn't catch.
"Shh," he whispered, running his hand up and down Colin's back. Colin snuffled again and snuggled against Bradley's side. "Night, Colin."
"Mm, night, love."
Author: Byaghro
Pairing: Colin/Bradley
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 508
Warning: RPF, no spoilers
Summary: What to do, what to do…
Disclaimer: NOT MINE! No profit, no harm meant.
A/N: Beta-ed by dysonrules a million years ago. If I posted this before, I apologize for the repost.
Bradley knew he should just go to his room and go to bed. It was late. His plans for the night were already shot, thanks to an extended strategy session with Julian. And yet... he looked down at the plastic card in his hand.
Colin had left early. He'd had his one-on-one meeting with Julian that morning and, after a brief joint session with Bradley, Colin had been free to go. As he stood, he'd leaned over Bradley and muttered a brief, "See you later, yeah?" and then he was gone. Bradley had been a bit disappointed at the quick dismissal, although it wasn't like he expected Colin to snog him madly in front of the producers. However, later, when his back was aching from sitting in uncomfortable chairs for so long and his head was hurting from trying to 'delve into the deep intricacies of Arthur's character', he'd placed his hands in his pockets and found this. A hotel keycard. Colin's hotel keycard.
For the rest of the session he'd alternated between a warm buzz of happiness, and fidgety nerves. They'd been snogging for a few weeks now and had progressed to hand jobs and one spectacular blow job. God, Colin's mouth... But those things had always just kind of happened. They never planned them. One minute they'd be watching poorly dubbed French television, and the next Colin would be nibbling his neck, or straddling his lap. Or Bradley would shove Colin's shoulder and then follow the motion to press him down on the bed.
He looked at the keycard again. This was something else entirely. They always ended up following one another into their rooms, still chattering about that day's scenes. Or Bradley would call Colin over to see some spectacular new thing he'd discovered, and Colin would dutifully rush over and make appropriate sounds of awe. They'd never invited one another over quite like this before.
Bradley took a deep breath and opened the door.
The room was mostly dark; only one lamp was on beside the bed. Colin was a thatch of dark hair buried under a mound of blankets. Bradley grinned and toed off his trainers by the door. He stripped off his shirt and tossed it across a chair on his way to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush he'd left in Colin's room a few days before. "For when we have more of that really garlicy Italian," he'd claimed at the time.
Returning to the room he saw that Colin hadn't even budged. Bradley stripped down to his boxers and lifted the covers. Colin was nude except for the coloured cotton briefs he preferred. Bradley slid into bed and lifted an arm to turn off the light. Colin immediately turned toward him with an adorable snuffling sound. Bradley settled down, pulling Colin's pliant, sleep-warmed body close. Colin muttered something that Bradley didn't catch.
"Shh," he whispered, running his hand up and down Colin's back. Colin snuffled again and snuggled against Bradley's side. "Night, Colin."
"Mm, night, love."