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Title: Under
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~800
Summary: Bradley figures out Colin's secret.
Notes: Cross-dressing. Written for round 2 of kinkspiration
Colin looked absolutely wrecked. His normally mobile face was sort of collapsed in on itself; his eyes were so dark they looked out of place, like they belonged to someone else, and his lips kept fluttering open and closed.
"Christ," Bradley muttered. The thing was, Bradley was sort of used to poking at Colin. Left on his own, Colin got all quiet and shy, which was ridiculous in an actor, but there you had it. So Bradley, almost from the start of Merlin, would ask him bizarre questions and drag him out drinking, and get him involved in pranks. And they were always sort of popping in and out of each other's rooms. Somewhere in the middle of filming for season two they'd stopped knocking. And Bradley was the only one who was pretty much always welcome. It made him feel special, which he was never, ever saying out loud, because Katie would hear.
Katie was scary.
But anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was that, when Bradley had burst in one day and Colin tried to hide something from him, he'd gotten curios. Colin was secretive by nature, but Bradley had thought that he knew all of Colin's secrets. He even knew that Colin was bisexual, and Colin knew in turn that Bradley considered himself straight, but there'd been a few times with guys.
So, the hiding thing was odd. Bradley tried to bring it up a few times, but Colin got really distressed. Bradley didn't want to make Colin distressed. Instead, he tried to figure it out on his own. Finally, the day after Colin had got some mysterious package, Bradley finished shooting early and decided to have a poke in Colin's room. Which turned up the panties.
Bradley was not into panties. No, really. It was just, once Colin was convinced that Bradley was not going to take the mickey, he got all stuttery and quiet trying to explain. And it got very obvious, very fast, why exactly Colin was ordering lacy, silky, women's underthings.
Bradley did like getting Colin to react. A little experimentation showed that just a word about this whispered in his ear could completely derail Colin. This was intriguing.
It sort of all led inevitably to Colin, dressed in nothing more than black, silky panties, kneeling in front of Bradley and about to indulge in some cock-sucking. Bradley swallowed. "I- yeah, go ahead."
Colin brought his hands up to brace on Bradley's thighs. He felt good there, touching Bradley. There hadn't been much touching so far, just telling Colin to strip down and watching him get progressively more turned on the closer he got to revealing his underwear. It still seemed a little odd to Bradley, but watching a flush spread over Colin's cheekbones and down his chest made up for it. Seeing his cock stretch at the thin fabric got his own interested. Colin slid his hands up Bradley's thighs, testing, probably. They'd decided on this, but it was reasonable for Colin to be a little nervous. Bradley reached out and touched his face, tracing his thumb along the line of his cheekbone and smearing a finger across his lips. Abruptly, he bent down and kissed Colin. Colin startled under his mouth. Bradley licked him open, teasing until Colin leaned in and kissed back messily. He straightened slowly, keeping his hands in place.
"Right," he said. "Come on, then."
Colin grinned up at him, sweet and familiar. He rubbed his palm over the shape of Bradley's cock through the jeans. Bradley groaned and bucked his hips forward. Colin's nimble fingers got the fastening open and Bradley's jeans and Y-fronts down around his thighs. Colin pushed his shirt up, out of the way, leaning in to nuzzle at the base. Bradley locked his knees as Colin kissed up his cock. Watching Colin's finely carved features next to his cock was definitely something that was going to stick with him awhile. Eventually, though, Colin backed up and sucked him in. Bradley gasped in surprise. Fuck. Colin was really good at this.
"Cols." The name came out hoarse with lust. Colin moaned around his cock. "Ssss, crap, Cols. You- your mouth-" Colin did something tricky with his tongue that made Bradley grunt. He drifted awhile on the glorious suction, sliding up and down his cock. Distantly, he became aware of Colin's arm moving.
"Don't," Bradley panted, feeling his orgasm close in on him, "don't get yourself off, let me-" Colin whimpered, and the vibrations made the top of his head come off. "Christ," Bradley swore. He thrust deep, once, twice, and held as he came harder than he had in awhile. Breathing hard, he managed to draw back. His knees felt weak, but he still levered Colin to his feet.
"Here," he said, quiet, against Colin's mouth. He put his hand on the soft skin of Colin's belly, ran it down. Colin had leaked precome through the silk, leaving a wet blotch that Bradley fingered curiously. Colin made a hitched little sound, barely there. Bradley did it again, his other hand warm on Colin's back. "Lovely," he breathed.
Colin's eyes fell closed as he came, the material growing damp under Bradley's hand. He rubbed until Colin shuddered, too sensitive. Bradley shivered all over and gave him a quick kiss.
"Fuck, that's hot."
Author: mabonwitch
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~800
Summary: Bradley figures out Colin's secret.
Notes: Cross-dressing. Written for round 2 of kinkspiration
Colin looked absolutely wrecked. His normally mobile face was sort of collapsed in on itself; his eyes were so dark they looked out of place, like they belonged to someone else, and his lips kept fluttering open and closed.
"Christ," Bradley muttered. The thing was, Bradley was sort of used to poking at Colin. Left on his own, Colin got all quiet and shy, which was ridiculous in an actor, but there you had it. So Bradley, almost from the start of Merlin, would ask him bizarre questions and drag him out drinking, and get him involved in pranks. And they were always sort of popping in and out of each other's rooms. Somewhere in the middle of filming for season two they'd stopped knocking. And Bradley was the only one who was pretty much always welcome. It made him feel special, which he was never, ever saying out loud, because Katie would hear.
Katie was scary.
But anyway, that wasn't the point. The point was that, when Bradley had burst in one day and Colin tried to hide something from him, he'd gotten curios. Colin was secretive by nature, but Bradley had thought that he knew all of Colin's secrets. He even knew that Colin was bisexual, and Colin knew in turn that Bradley considered himself straight, but there'd been a few times with guys.
So, the hiding thing was odd. Bradley tried to bring it up a few times, but Colin got really distressed. Bradley didn't want to make Colin distressed. Instead, he tried to figure it out on his own. Finally, the day after Colin had got some mysterious package, Bradley finished shooting early and decided to have a poke in Colin's room. Which turned up the panties.
Bradley was not into panties. No, really. It was just, once Colin was convinced that Bradley was not going to take the mickey, he got all stuttery and quiet trying to explain. And it got very obvious, very fast, why exactly Colin was ordering lacy, silky, women's underthings.
Bradley did like getting Colin to react. A little experimentation showed that just a word about this whispered in his ear could completely derail Colin. This was intriguing.
It sort of all led inevitably to Colin, dressed in nothing more than black, silky panties, kneeling in front of Bradley and about to indulge in some cock-sucking. Bradley swallowed. "I- yeah, go ahead."
Colin brought his hands up to brace on Bradley's thighs. He felt good there, touching Bradley. There hadn't been much touching so far, just telling Colin to strip down and watching him get progressively more turned on the closer he got to revealing his underwear. It still seemed a little odd to Bradley, but watching a flush spread over Colin's cheekbones and down his chest made up for it. Seeing his cock stretch at the thin fabric got his own interested. Colin slid his hands up Bradley's thighs, testing, probably. They'd decided on this, but it was reasonable for Colin to be a little nervous. Bradley reached out and touched his face, tracing his thumb along the line of his cheekbone and smearing a finger across his lips. Abruptly, he bent down and kissed Colin. Colin startled under his mouth. Bradley licked him open, teasing until Colin leaned in and kissed back messily. He straightened slowly, keeping his hands in place.
"Right," he said. "Come on, then."
Colin grinned up at him, sweet and familiar. He rubbed his palm over the shape of Bradley's cock through the jeans. Bradley groaned and bucked his hips forward. Colin's nimble fingers got the fastening open and Bradley's jeans and Y-fronts down around his thighs. Colin pushed his shirt up, out of the way, leaning in to nuzzle at the base. Bradley locked his knees as Colin kissed up his cock. Watching Colin's finely carved features next to his cock was definitely something that was going to stick with him awhile. Eventually, though, Colin backed up and sucked him in. Bradley gasped in surprise. Fuck. Colin was really good at this.
"Cols." The name came out hoarse with lust. Colin moaned around his cock. "Ssss, crap, Cols. You- your mouth-" Colin did something tricky with his tongue that made Bradley grunt. He drifted awhile on the glorious suction, sliding up and down his cock. Distantly, he became aware of Colin's arm moving.
"Don't," Bradley panted, feeling his orgasm close in on him, "don't get yourself off, let me-" Colin whimpered, and the vibrations made the top of his head come off. "Christ," Bradley swore. He thrust deep, once, twice, and held as he came harder than he had in awhile. Breathing hard, he managed to draw back. His knees felt weak, but he still levered Colin to his feet.
"Here," he said, quiet, against Colin's mouth. He put his hand on the soft skin of Colin's belly, ran it down. Colin had leaked precome through the silk, leaving a wet blotch that Bradley fingered curiously. Colin made a hitched little sound, barely there. Bradley did it again, his other hand warm on Colin's back. "Lovely," he breathed.
Colin's eyes fell closed as he came, the material growing damp under Bradley's hand. He rubbed until Colin shuddered, too sensitive. Bradley shivered all over and gave him a quick kiss.
"Fuck, that's hot."