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Colin was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, light falling on him through the sliding door to the balcony. His weight was shifted to one leg so his hips were tilted and a sliver of pale, taut skin peeking out from the shadow cast by his dark shirt. His head was tiled back against the light wood paneling, his dark hair a shock of black against the warm light brown of the grainy wood. Colin’s arms were crossed over his chest and Bradley was having an exceedingly difficult time keeping his hands to himself.
After ten minutes of trying valiantly to read the script - completely unsatisfied to Colin’s response to his earlier question “Coliiiin,” “Mmm?” “What are you dong, Colin?” “Basking, Bradley” - he gave up and threw himself off his bed, stalking across the hotel room with a low growl from deep in his chest.
He crowded in next to Colin, skimming his nose across his collarbones and dragging his thumb across the strip of skin showing reveling in the silky slide of Colin’s creamy skin. Colin gave a small contented murmur and turned his head, his eyes slitting open and Bradley lifted his head to brush his lips against Colin’s which parted with a sigh. He captured Bradley’s bottom lip with his teeth and twisted his hands slowly, languidly in Bradley’s shirt. Bradley leaned in further, relaxing into Colin and his sun-warmed skin and a soft, slow kiss.
Suddenly, Colin’s muscles tensed and Bradley found himself whirled around by the front of his shirt and slammed into the wall stealing the air from his lungs. Before he could get a breath in, Colin attacked his mouth with a fierce kiss, his tongue wrapping around Bradley’s, his body pressing him hard against the wall and his hands everywhere. Bradley was light-headed, half-hard and Colin was driving him absolutely crazy. He wrapped his arms around Colin and pulled him even closer.
Colin broke the kiss leaving Bradley panting. He whispered into Bradley’s ear, “Gotchya,” chuckling. Bradley made a vague nnngh? sound which Colin answered with, “It took you longer than I thought it would for you to get over here. You’ve been working on self restraint.”
Bradley’s only response was to re-capture Colin’s mouth hungrily.
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After ten minutes of trying valiantly to read the script - completely unsatisfied to Colin’s response to his earlier question “Coliiiin,” “Mmm?” “What are you dong, Colin?” “Basking, Bradley” - he gave up and threw himself off his bed, stalking across the hotel room with a low growl from deep in his chest.
He crowded in next to Colin, skimming his nose across his collarbones and dragging his thumb across the strip of skin showing reveling in the silky slide of Colin’s creamy skin. Colin gave a small contented murmur and turned his head, his eyes slitting open and Bradley lifted his head to brush his lips against Colin’s which parted with a sigh. He captured Bradley’s bottom lip with his teeth and twisted his hands slowly, languidly in Bradley’s shirt. Bradley leaned in further, relaxing into Colin and his sun-warmed skin and a soft, slow kiss.
Suddenly, Colin’s muscles tensed and Bradley found himself whirled around by the front of his shirt and slammed into the wall stealing the air from his lungs. Before he could get a breath in, Colin attacked his mouth with a fierce kiss, his tongue wrapping around Bradley’s, his body pressing him hard against the wall and his hands everywhere. Bradley was light-headed, half-hard and Colin was driving him absolutely crazy. He wrapped his arms around Colin and pulled him even closer.
Colin broke the kiss leaving Bradley panting. He whispered into Bradley’s ear, “Gotchya,” chuckling. Bradley made a vague nnngh? sound which Colin answered with, “It took you longer than I thought it would for you to get over here. You’ve been working on self restraint.”
Bradley’s only response was to re-capture Colin’s mouth hungrily.
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