I have no excuse.
Title: Black Varnish
Pairing: Colin Morgan/Bradley James
Summary: Bradley has a thing for boys with nail varnish.
Word count: 1,268
Rating: R
Warning: RPS
A/N: Written for my peeps still at MiniMerlin who are watching Colin Morgan's Doctor Who guest spot as I write this. I had sworn I would never write RPS. I am so easily led astray. Unbetaed, so pardon any typos/errors.
Colin turned the key in the lock, balancing the post under his chin and two carrier bags in one hand and pushed open the door with his hip. He stretched his foot behind him to close the door and made his way to the kitchen to set everything down on the counter.
Bradley had phoned him that morning, whinging about being on his deathbed and begged Colin to come over and say his last goodbyes. Colin rolled his eyes and drug himself out of bed, throwing on his favorite black jeans and tee-shirt, before making his way over to Bradley’s.
Bradley really was a bit of a drama queen, but Colin secretly loved that he was the one that Bradley always turned to for comfort.
“Oi! Sustenance has arrived, your highness!” he shouted. It was then that he realised how quiet the flat was. Snaking his way through the furniture, Colin walked back towards Bradley’s room.
When he’d first arrived, Bradley had met him at the door wrapped in his favorite duvet with his hair all disheveled and a box of tissues in his hand. Colin had taken pity on him in an instant and set about making tea. It was at that point that he realized Bradley had no food in the flat. No milk, no bread, no soup, and, more importantly, no tea. So he had sent Bradley back to bed and run down the road to Tesco’s for the essentials.
Obviously, though, Bradley had been up and about whilst he was gone as Colin was able to follow the trail of tissues that now led from the kitchen back to the bedroom. When he rounded the corner, he found Bradley curled up on the bed watching the telly. Glancing at the screen, he groaned.
“Oh, Bradley, honestly, not that shite again!”
“You know it’s my favorite thing to watch, Colin.” Bradley looked up at him with mournful eyes. “Jethro makes me happy.”
Colin’s heart swelled, but Bradley’s obsession with emo!Jethro was starting to get a little weird.
Picking up the remote, Colin paused the DVD and grabbed Bradley’s arm to pull him out of the bed.
“Come on, you, let’s get some soup and tea into you and you’ll feel loads better.”
~*~
Colin was at the sink, washing up, when Bradley snuck up behind him and rested his chin on Colin’s shoulder. Colin glanced back at him just as Bradley lightly pecked his cheek.
“Cheers for the tea and soup, Morgan; I feel loads better. Come to bed with me.”
“Fuck that shite, James. Filming starts next week and I’ll not be suffering the sniffles. It wouldn’t do for Merlin’s nose to be as red as one of his infernal neckerchiefs. Speaking of which, I’m really hoping Costume decides that neckerchiefs aren’t in this season.”
Bradley chuckled. “Come on, Colin, I just want a cuddle.”
Colin put the last cup in the drying rack and shut off the tap. He grabbed the tea towel and began drying his hands as he turned in the circle of Bradley’s arms.
“Alright, a cuddle it is. Go on then.”
Bradley practically skipped down the hall as Colin followed, smiling at the tufts of blond hair that still stuck out at odd angles from Bradley’s head. As they settled under the duvet, Bradley picked up the remote and hit Play.
“I did not agree to watch this.”
Bradley ignored him. “You know, Colin, I really like the way you interpreted the character in this. Tell me, was the black varnish Costume’s idea?”
Colin rolled his eyes and sighed, making an allowance since Bradley was on his deathbed and all that rot.
“Em, I dunno, I just thought he’d be the emo type. I wore it to the auditions and Russell liked it, so you know…” he trailed off.
Bradley looked up from where his head rested in the crook of Colin’s shoulder. “So you put it on yourself?”
If Colin had known of Bradley’s kink for boys with nail varnish, he’d have answered differently, but as it was, he looked sideways at him and shrugged, “Yeah.”
Which is how he ended up with Bradley sitting next to him on the bed, tongue between his teeth, painstakingly applying black varnish to Colin’s fingernails. It did not occur to him to ask why Bradley owned black varnish nor why he had it so immediately at hand. Bradley was unconvincing in his argument that this was a vitally important thing for him to know how to do, but Colin was feeling indulgent of Bradley’s whims at the moment and gave in without much complaining.
Bradley finished the last finger and looked at his work appraisingly, cocking his head to the side. He looked up at Colin from under his fringe with a smile that gave Colin pause.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I want to do your toes now.”
“Me toes? Right.” He gave a one shoulder shrug and stood up, reaching for the zip of his jeans when Bradley stopped him with a shout.
“No! You’ll mess up your fingers! I’ll do it.”
Colin inhaled sharply when Bradley’s fingers touched the skin under his waistband as he worked the top button open and then the zip. Bradley reached towards his hips and began to push the jeans over Colin’s hips, leaning forward to press little, open-mouthed kisses along Colin’s jaw.
“I thought you wanted to do my toes.” Colin asked, increasingly distracted .
“I found something else I want to do more.” And in one smooth motion, he pushed Colin’s jeans and pants down to his knees and guided him down until he lay on the bed. He loomed over Colin on all fours, smirking. “Now do be careful not to smudge those nails.”
And with that he began to lick stripes along Colin’s rapidly growing cock. Colin moaned and closed his eyes, lost in the sensation as Bradley grasped him by the root and began swirling his tongue over the tip. Poking at the slit, he worked the edge of his foreskin down ever so gently until Colin felt he would go mad if he didn’t fuck Bradley’s mouth immediately. His hips jerked up erratically, but Bradley kept him in place with a hand to his hip. Finally, Bradley swallowed him whole and Colin eyes rolled back in his head. His breath came out in little gasps as Bradley began a steady rhythm of sucking and stroking. Bradley’s fingers kept Colin rooted to the bed and for that Colin was grateful, otherwise he felt he might float away in the brilliance of the moment.
Colin felt the familiar pressure start to grow in his groin as his balls drew up tighter. He might have lasted a few more minutes but Bradley picked that moment to hum his own pleasure with his lips stretched taut around Colin’s prick. White, hot jolts shot through Colin’s groin and down his legs as he pumped into Bradley’s mouth. Bradley swallowed it all and licked Colin clean as pleasant aftershocks continued until Colin couldn’t take it anymore.
Bradley looked up at him triumphantly. “I’ve always thought sperm was the best treatment for a sore throat,” he smirked. And then his smirk turned into a look of horror.
“Colin, look at what you’ve done!” Colin glanced down to see his hand fisted in the sheets, the painstakingly applied varnish now irreparably smudged.
Looking up sheepishly, he grinned, “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” Bradley smiled knowingly. “We’ll just apply another coat. And this time, I’ll tie your hands up over your head until they dry.”
Pairing: Colin Morgan/Bradley James
Summary: Bradley has a thing for boys with nail varnish.
Word count: 1,268
Rating: R
Warning: RPS
A/N: Written for my peeps still at MiniMerlin who are watching Colin Morgan's Doctor Who guest spot as I write this. I had sworn I would never write RPS. I am so easily led astray. Unbetaed, so pardon any typos/errors.
Colin turned the key in the lock, balancing the post under his chin and two carrier bags in one hand and pushed open the door with his hip. He stretched his foot behind him to close the door and made his way to the kitchen to set everything down on the counter.
Bradley had phoned him that morning, whinging about being on his deathbed and begged Colin to come over and say his last goodbyes. Colin rolled his eyes and drug himself out of bed, throwing on his favorite black jeans and tee-shirt, before making his way over to Bradley’s.
Bradley really was a bit of a drama queen, but Colin secretly loved that he was the one that Bradley always turned to for comfort.
“Oi! Sustenance has arrived, your highness!” he shouted. It was then that he realised how quiet the flat was. Snaking his way through the furniture, Colin walked back towards Bradley’s room.
When he’d first arrived, Bradley had met him at the door wrapped in his favorite duvet with his hair all disheveled and a box of tissues in his hand. Colin had taken pity on him in an instant and set about making tea. It was at that point that he realized Bradley had no food in the flat. No milk, no bread, no soup, and, more importantly, no tea. So he had sent Bradley back to bed and run down the road to Tesco’s for the essentials.
Obviously, though, Bradley had been up and about whilst he was gone as Colin was able to follow the trail of tissues that now led from the kitchen back to the bedroom. When he rounded the corner, he found Bradley curled up on the bed watching the telly. Glancing at the screen, he groaned.
“Oh, Bradley, honestly, not that shite again!”
“You know it’s my favorite thing to watch, Colin.” Bradley looked up at him with mournful eyes. “Jethro makes me happy.”
Colin’s heart swelled, but Bradley’s obsession with emo!Jethro was starting to get a little weird.
Picking up the remote, Colin paused the DVD and grabbed Bradley’s arm to pull him out of the bed.
“Come on, you, let’s get some soup and tea into you and you’ll feel loads better.”
~*~
Colin was at the sink, washing up, when Bradley snuck up behind him and rested his chin on Colin’s shoulder. Colin glanced back at him just as Bradley lightly pecked his cheek.
“Cheers for the tea and soup, Morgan; I feel loads better. Come to bed with me.”
“Fuck that shite, James. Filming starts next week and I’ll not be suffering the sniffles. It wouldn’t do for Merlin’s nose to be as red as one of his infernal neckerchiefs. Speaking of which, I’m really hoping Costume decides that neckerchiefs aren’t in this season.”
Bradley chuckled. “Come on, Colin, I just want a cuddle.”
Colin put the last cup in the drying rack and shut off the tap. He grabbed the tea towel and began drying his hands as he turned in the circle of Bradley’s arms.
“Alright, a cuddle it is. Go on then.”
Bradley practically skipped down the hall as Colin followed, smiling at the tufts of blond hair that still stuck out at odd angles from Bradley’s head. As they settled under the duvet, Bradley picked up the remote and hit Play.
“I did not agree to watch this.”
Bradley ignored him. “You know, Colin, I really like the way you interpreted the character in this. Tell me, was the black varnish Costume’s idea?”
Colin rolled his eyes and sighed, making an allowance since Bradley was on his deathbed and all that rot.
“Em, I dunno, I just thought he’d be the emo type. I wore it to the auditions and Russell liked it, so you know…” he trailed off.
Bradley looked up from where his head rested in the crook of Colin’s shoulder. “So you put it on yourself?”
If Colin had known of Bradley’s kink for boys with nail varnish, he’d have answered differently, but as it was, he looked sideways at him and shrugged, “Yeah.”
Which is how he ended up with Bradley sitting next to him on the bed, tongue between his teeth, painstakingly applying black varnish to Colin’s fingernails. It did not occur to him to ask why Bradley owned black varnish nor why he had it so immediately at hand. Bradley was unconvincing in his argument that this was a vitally important thing for him to know how to do, but Colin was feeling indulgent of Bradley’s whims at the moment and gave in without much complaining.
Bradley finished the last finger and looked at his work appraisingly, cocking his head to the side. He looked up at Colin from under his fringe with a smile that gave Colin pause.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I want to do your toes now.”
“Me toes? Right.” He gave a one shoulder shrug and stood up, reaching for the zip of his jeans when Bradley stopped him with a shout.
“No! You’ll mess up your fingers! I’ll do it.”
Colin inhaled sharply when Bradley’s fingers touched the skin under his waistband as he worked the top button open and then the zip. Bradley reached towards his hips and began to push the jeans over Colin’s hips, leaning forward to press little, open-mouthed kisses along Colin’s jaw.
“I thought you wanted to do my toes.” Colin asked, increasingly distracted .
“I found something else I want to do more.” And in one smooth motion, he pushed Colin’s jeans and pants down to his knees and guided him down until he lay on the bed. He loomed over Colin on all fours, smirking. “Now do be careful not to smudge those nails.”
And with that he began to lick stripes along Colin’s rapidly growing cock. Colin moaned and closed his eyes, lost in the sensation as Bradley grasped him by the root and began swirling his tongue over the tip. Poking at the slit, he worked the edge of his foreskin down ever so gently until Colin felt he would go mad if he didn’t fuck Bradley’s mouth immediately. His hips jerked up erratically, but Bradley kept him in place with a hand to his hip. Finally, Bradley swallowed him whole and Colin eyes rolled back in his head. His breath came out in little gasps as Bradley began a steady rhythm of sucking and stroking. Bradley’s fingers kept Colin rooted to the bed and for that Colin was grateful, otherwise he felt he might float away in the brilliance of the moment.
Colin felt the familiar pressure start to grow in his groin as his balls drew up tighter. He might have lasted a few more minutes but Bradley picked that moment to hum his own pleasure with his lips stretched taut around Colin’s prick. White, hot jolts shot through Colin’s groin and down his legs as he pumped into Bradley’s mouth. Bradley swallowed it all and licked Colin clean as pleasant aftershocks continued until Colin couldn’t take it anymore.
Bradley looked up at him triumphantly. “I’ve always thought sperm was the best treatment for a sore throat,” he smirked. And then his smirk turned into a look of horror.
“Colin, look at what you’ve done!” Colin glanced down to see his hand fisted in the sheets, the painstakingly applied varnish now irreparably smudged.
Looking up sheepishly, he grinned, “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry,” Bradley smiled knowingly. “We’ll just apply another coat. And this time, I’ll tie your hands up over your head until they dry.”