They have a thing to go to tomorrow. An important, dress-up, talking-into-camera, promote-family-telly-show thing.
“Is ‘ere more wine?” Colin slurs. There’s a chance that the preceding was not all what he said. Bradley’s gotten good at understanding his crazy Irish accent, and he still doesn’t know.
To be safe, he hands off the bottle. Colin takes a satisfied swig and his mouth comes away purplish-red. They both slump down at the table.
“Time izzit?” Bradley asks. His teeth feel purple and fuzzy, but maybe it’s his tongue’s fault. The last time he was in the bathroom it looked like someone had choked it. Something else happened in the bathroom, but Bradley was gone during that time.
“Two…something,” Colin mutters. “I think.”
“Good, good.”
Bradley starts digging in his pockets for his mobile. If he’s lost this one he’ll be right sore. Fifth one this year.
He finally gropes the bulge of it in his inside jacket pocket, but it’s covered in something silky and warmly damp. Brad pulls out his phone, and a wad of pale pink knickers comes with it.
“Uh…” He explores them with his fingers, the lacy edges and moist centre, just like a real woman. “Are these yours?”
Colin snorts, but his face flames bright. “No,” he squeaks.
“Musta come from the loo,” Bradley decides, crumpling them up again, shoving them between Colin’s skinny thighs. “You can have ‘em.”
Colin coughs loudly, wine bottle rattling against the table, Bradley’s fingers.
SEE? YOU DID IT? AND AWESOMELY! hahaha he gave them to Colin. I can imagine Colin's "WTF do you want me to do with this?" face. Also? lacy edges and moist centre, just like a real woman SO. PERFECT.
I also love that Bradley's first thought is that they're Colin's panties. Because why else would Bradley have them?
Or this one
I have more if you still want them later!
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“Is ‘ere more wine?” Colin slurs. There’s a chance that the preceding was not all what he said. Bradley’s gotten good at understanding his crazy Irish accent, and he still doesn’t know.
To be safe, he hands off the bottle. Colin takes a satisfied swig and his mouth comes away purplish-red. They both slump down at the table.
“Time izzit?” Bradley asks. His teeth feel purple and fuzzy, but maybe it’s his tongue’s fault. The last time he was in the bathroom it looked like someone had choked it. Something else happened in the bathroom, but Bradley was gone during that time.
“Two…something,” Colin mutters. “I think.”
“Good, good.”
Bradley starts digging in his pockets for his mobile. If he’s lost this one he’ll be right sore. Fifth one this year.
He finally gropes the bulge of it in his inside jacket pocket, but it’s covered in something silky and warmly damp. Brad pulls out his phone, and a wad of pale pink knickers comes with it.
“Uh…” He explores them with his fingers, the lacy edges and moist centre, just like a real woman. “Are these yours?”
Colin snorts, but his face flames bright. “No,” he squeaks.
“Musta come from the loo,” Bradley decides, crumpling them up again, shoving them between Colin’s skinny thighs. “You can have ‘em.”
Colin coughs loudly, wine bottle rattling against the table, Bradley’s fingers.
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I also love that Bradley's first thought is that they're Colin's panties. Because why else would Bradley have them?
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