prompt me, please

[johnnypurple]

Frakking frakking frakpants, you guys, IT'S COLD! Holy fuckersnaps! Brrrr. (OK. Maybe 11.3°C isn't cold by the standards of where you live, but I am a delicate flower and AM FREEZING MY FRIKKIN' BOOBIES OFF HERE! THINK OF THE BOOBIES.)

So, things to keep me us warm? Kitty/s? Check. (He's curled up on a pile of random junk on the desk right now.

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Of course I chose the fuckersnaps prompt & I just couldn't write fuckersnaps for any other pairing.

[johnnypurple]

“Why exactly do you fuck first, then snap?” Bradley asked, his hand poised over the plate on the coffee table. “And aren’t these just brandysnaps, exactly like what my grandma used to make?”

“No!” said Colin, scandalised. “Fuckersnaps are totally different to brandysnaps! I can’t believe you’d even suggest that!” He bit into a fuckersnap which gave a satisfying snapping noise.

“And see!” said Bradley, gesticulating with a cream-laden fuckersnap. “See! You’re snapping first! You’re not even doing it the way you said.”

“Watch it,” said Colin, nodding at Bradley’s fuckersnaps. A dollop of cream fell from the fuckersnap and landed on Bradley’s jeans. “Shall I get that for you?” Colin asked, leaning forward.

Bradley raised his eyebrows as Colin sucked the cream off his jeans, leaving a round wet patch, an echo of Colin’s mouth. Bradley had felt the heat of Colin’s mouth through the denim and now it that spot felt cold and exposed.

Colin sat back. He carefully licked the tips of each of his fingers. “You done yet?” he asked.

“No,” said Bradley and bit into his fuckersnap. And then Colin was on him, pushing Bradley’s hands away and pinning them to the couch. His mouth was around the other end of Bradley’s fuckersnap, his teeth biting down and cream squishing between their mouths, Colin’s lips grazing Bradley’s, and bits of fuckersnap going everywhere. And then they were eating and kissing and laughing all at the same time. Their fingers interwove and Colin licked at Bradley’s lips.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” Colin murmured, his blue eyes smiling and up close.

“Sure,” said Bradley.

* * * * *

Bradley was panting. “Oh my god,” he said. “Oh. My. God.”

Colin laughed and drew away. “Yeah,” he said. “Ha, yeah!” His voice was breathy, and there was a new quality to it: something bare, something unrehearsed. It was his bedtime voice, his just-sexed voice, his just-for-Bradley voice.

“Fuck, Colin.”

“What? Again so soon?” Colin teased. He pulled the condom off and tied it in a knot with a snap. He flung it in the bin and crawled back towards Bradley. He leant his chin on Bradley’s collarbone and looked into his face.

“Hi Bradley,” he whispered.

“Hello Colin,” replied Bradley, wrapping his arms around Colin.