Tickle Me Colin (Drabble)
Title: Tickle Me Colin
Rating: PG
Word Count: 517
Warnings: RPS, Established relationship
Summary: In which Bradley smirks a lot, Colin screeches like a little girl and Eoin makes a brilliant observation.
Notes: I blame the #GSDMerlin crew. They are a bunch of dirty cheaters who suggest prompts, call "Not it" when I'm idle and then force coerce me into doing it. Dirty, dirty cheaters. Also, this is very unbeta'd and my first RPS experience. Go ahead... judge me.
Tickle Me Colin
Bradley cocked his head to the side and smirked... fucking smirked at him. Colin knew what that meant and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one little bit.
"What?" Colin asked, maybe a bit too defensively. Though, he'd learned with Bradley it was best to be on the defense at.all.times.
Instead of answering him though, Bradley only raised an eyebrow and took a step toward him. Colin was in serious trouble.
Curling his arms into himself and getting into a position that was as close to the fetal position as one could while standing, he cringed. "Don't even think about it."
"I'm pretty sure you know me better than that by now, Cols." Bradley took another purposeful step toward him, his smirk forming into a sly grin. Colin tried to pretend like the sight of Bradley's crooked teeth and brilliant smile didn't make his insides all mushy, but it was a pointless act. Bradley knew how Colin felt about him.
Fucker did it on purpose, Colin thought and stuck out his bottom lip.
Bradley laughed. "Don't pout." He stepped closer yet.
"Just... let's talk about this a minute," Colin said. After all, negotiations were his strong suit.
Except Bradley just kept coming and before Colin could turn and run (which is really what he should have done in the first place - after all, with all that heavy chainmail and armor on, Bradley was ridiculously slower than him), Bradley was on him digging his fingers into his sides.
And Colin crumpled to a pile on the ground, squirming and screaming (not like a little girl, no matter what Bradley said) in between his raucous laughter. Why the fuck did he have to be so ticklish? Why did Bradley have to know?!
Colin couldn't breathe and Bradley just kept at it, his fingers merciless in their assault of his armpits (his most ticklish area) and then toward the back of his knee (the second most ticklish area).
"Give?" Bradley asked, finally uncurling Colin's body and straddling him. He had Colin's hands pinned above his head with one hand and the other was convulsing against his ribcage. Colin tried not to laugh, but it was futile.
Colin nodded his head quickly. "GIVE!"
"Tell me I'm the best," Bradley demanded.
"You're a prat," Colin shouted back instead, which, of course, earned him a few more good digs that had him screeching.
Bradley stopped again,his face flushed and a ginormous smile on his stupidly beautiful face. If Colin weren't already breathless from the tickle onslaught, that face would have done it.
"Tell me I'm the best," Bradley said, leaning down and letting his mouth brush against Colin's.
Colin groaned, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. "You're the best," he murmured.
Bradley grinned and let him go. He made to stand up, but Colin grabbed him and pulled him down for a bruising kiss.
As Eoin and Tom walked by, seeing the two of them making out in the tall grass beside the practice field, Eoin pushed Tom's shoulder. "Why don't you ever make out with me in the grass?!"
Rating: PG
Word Count: 517
Warnings: RPS, Established relationship
Summary: In which Bradley smirks a lot, Colin screeches like a little girl and Eoin makes a brilliant observation.
Notes: I blame the #GSDMerlin crew. They are a bunch of dirty cheaters who suggest prompts, call "Not it" when I'm idle and then force coerce me into doing it. Dirty, dirty cheaters. Also, this is very unbeta'd and my first RPS experience. Go ahead... judge me.
Tickle Me Colin
Bradley cocked his head to the side and smirked... fucking smirked at him. Colin knew what that meant and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one little bit.
"What?" Colin asked, maybe a bit too defensively. Though, he'd learned with Bradley it was best to be on the defense at.all.times.
Instead of answering him though, Bradley only raised an eyebrow and took a step toward him. Colin was in serious trouble.
Curling his arms into himself and getting into a position that was as close to the fetal position as one could while standing, he cringed. "Don't even think about it."
"I'm pretty sure you know me better than that by now, Cols." Bradley took another purposeful step toward him, his smirk forming into a sly grin. Colin tried to pretend like the sight of Bradley's crooked teeth and brilliant smile didn't make his insides all mushy, but it was a pointless act. Bradley knew how Colin felt about him.
Fucker did it on purpose, Colin thought and stuck out his bottom lip.
Bradley laughed. "Don't pout." He stepped closer yet.
"Just... let's talk about this a minute," Colin said. After all, negotiations were his strong suit.
Except Bradley just kept coming and before Colin could turn and run (which is really what he should have done in the first place - after all, with all that heavy chainmail and armor on, Bradley was ridiculously slower than him), Bradley was on him digging his fingers into his sides.
And Colin crumpled to a pile on the ground, squirming and screaming (not like a little girl, no matter what Bradley said) in between his raucous laughter. Why the fuck did he have to be so ticklish? Why did Bradley have to know?!
Colin couldn't breathe and Bradley just kept at it, his fingers merciless in their assault of his armpits (his most ticklish area) and then toward the back of his knee (the second most ticklish area).
"Give?" Bradley asked, finally uncurling Colin's body and straddling him. He had Colin's hands pinned above his head with one hand and the other was convulsing against his ribcage. Colin tried not to laugh, but it was futile.
Colin nodded his head quickly. "GIVE!"
"Tell me I'm the best," Bradley demanded.
"You're a prat," Colin shouted back instead, which, of course, earned him a few more good digs that had him screeching.
Bradley stopped again,his face flushed and a ginormous smile on his stupidly beautiful face. If Colin weren't already breathless from the tickle onslaught, that face would have done it.
"Tell me I'm the best," Bradley said, leaning down and letting his mouth brush against Colin's.
Colin groaned, a mixture of annoyance and pleasure. "You're the best," he murmured.
Bradley grinned and let him go. He made to stand up, but Colin grabbed him and pulled him down for a bruising kiss.
As Eoin and Tom walked by, seeing the two of them making out in the tall grass beside the practice field, Eoin pushed Tom's shoulder. "Why don't you ever make out with me in the grass?!"