an experiment in learning (rpf fic)
hello! more rpf fic. it's the boys fault, i swear!
author : sequinedfairy
paring: colin/bradley
rating: pg-13
title: an experiment in learning
disclaimer: NOT MINE. NOT TRUE. PLEASE DON'T SUE!
a/n: un beta'd, sorry! was bored and didn't want to wait. also, i stole (with permission!) from lovestories the awesome idea of katie making fun of bradley, bradley attempting to prove he's smart, and totally messing it up.
summary: uh, pretty much what was said above.
An Experiment in Learning
"Co-lin," Bradley whined, completely naked in his boyfriend's bed, "Katie thinks I'm an idiot!" He pouted for maximum effect, and peered through his eyelashes to really bring the I'm-so-lonely-and-unloved idea home. "It's not fair! All I do is say something, and she starts giggling with Angel behind her hand, and it's mean, and I know she's making fun of me and I don't know why."
Colin looked at him without sympathy. Damn, Bradley thought, I really need a boyfriend who's a softer touch. "You mean, she laughs at you when you accidentally takes laxatives instead of Advil? And when you tried to show the crew the latest details of our Epic Prank but instead put on our homemade porn? I laughed at you for those, too."
"No! Shut up about those, I have perfectly legitimate reasons behind both of them. And plus, remember that bargain we made last night? I did my part, definitely, don't deny it, and you have to stop making fun of me for a week. Otherwise, no more sex," Bradley threatened, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to keep that punishment going for more than 12 hours. If that, because really, everyone who thought that Colin was sweet and innocent had clearly never seen him in bed.
"Of course, Bradders, I believe you. Katie is very mean. You want me to yell at her for you?" Colin offered. When Bradley looked terrified and shook is head in an adamant no, Colin just shrugged. Bradley was only very momentarily distracted by the movement of his shoulders.
Once the tiny-peck-that-somehow-turned-into-a-very-very-long-makeout-scene-involving-necks-and-ears was over, Bradley could concentrate again. "I hate you, Colin. Of course I don't want you to go yell at her for me! She'll just make fun of me more for having my boyfriend have to protect me, which she already does. Obviously, the real solution is to learn enough facts to blow Katie away with my astounding wit and speed. Duh."
Colin, Bradley noticed suspiciously, did not look convinced of the brilliance of his plan. Unfortunately, Bradley didn't have a chance to bring it up, because right then Katie knocked on Colin's door, apparently with a desperate need for paper clips.
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Bradley's chance to put his Brilliant Plan in action was the next day, during a break in rehearsing. Colin had just finished analyzing a book he was reading - Bradley wasn't really listening, all he knew was that it was long and scary-looking and Colin sometimes refused to have sex because he was "reading it, oh my God, Bradley, go away right now, I am serious." Bradley thought it was fun to have a competition in for Colin's attention, especially because he always won.
Katie was contributing to said Discussion of Book, and there was a pause, and Bradley lept in it.
"She talks in beauty like the night,
Of cloudless eyes and starry skies,
And all that's greatest of black and bright,
Meets her ass and her eyes,
And mellower to the sweet light,
Which Heaven -"
Bradley promptly forgot the rest of the poem. From the look on Colin's face, it didn't matter. He was wowed and happy, and Bradley knew that they would have fun during lunch. He turned around to see the success his plan had on Katie, just to gloat a bit about how he wasn't stupid, because could stupid people memorize boring poems by old dead guys? He thought not.
Suprisingly, when he looked at Katie, he didn't see admiration and regret. She looked, if it was possible, even more pissed off than usual. Why could that be?
She was actually turning red and purple. Bradley watched with interest (and some fear) as she just stared at him and sputtered for a bit. Finally, she managed, "You just ruined - ruined - my favorite poem. I knew you were an idiot already, but, but I love Lord Byron so much. How could you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "I stayed up until two, memorizing that poem. It's a clas-," and then Katie's epic rage stopped him. "A, a, classic?" he said, unsure of what would make her even more pissed.
"Yes!" she shouted, "it is a fucking classic, it is amazing, it is a shining example of grace and beauty, and you just fucked it up so badly. You are going to die. You are going to die a horrible, painful death, filled with tortures so evil, You. Can't. Even. Imagine." she finished, and stormed away to plot his maiming and eventual killing.
After a few minutes of sitting and looking confused, Bradley weakly said, "Well, er, I think that went over well, don't you, Colin?"
"Well, I liked it," Colin answered, and Bradley felt a rush of affection for his sweet, wonderous, beautiful boyfriend. "I especially liked when you replaced aspect with ass," he added, not hiding his laugh.
Bradley didn't dignify that with an answer. He walked away to find another one of Colin's stupid math books, and memorize a formula to tell them tomorrow. He'd show them. He'd show them all. (After he found a perfect prank to play on Katie, one that would top even Je suis loser.)
author : sequinedfairy
paring: colin/bradley
rating: pg-13
title: an experiment in learning
disclaimer: NOT MINE. NOT TRUE. PLEASE DON'T SUE!
a/n: un beta'd, sorry! was bored and didn't want to wait. also, i stole (with permission!) from lovestories the awesome idea of katie making fun of bradley, bradley attempting to prove he's smart, and totally messing it up.
summary: uh, pretty much what was said above.
An Experiment in Learning
"Co-lin," Bradley whined, completely naked in his boyfriend's bed, "Katie thinks I'm an idiot!" He pouted for maximum effect, and peered through his eyelashes to really bring the I'm-so-lonely-and-unloved idea home. "It's not fair! All I do is say something, and she starts giggling with Angel behind her hand, and it's mean, and I know she's making fun of me and I don't know why."
Colin looked at him without sympathy. Damn, Bradley thought, I really need a boyfriend who's a softer touch. "You mean, she laughs at you when you accidentally takes laxatives instead of Advil? And when you tried to show the crew the latest details of our Epic Prank but instead put on our homemade porn? I laughed at you for those, too."
"No! Shut up about those, I have perfectly legitimate reasons behind both of them. And plus, remember that bargain we made last night? I did my part, definitely, don't deny it, and you have to stop making fun of me for a week. Otherwise, no more sex," Bradley threatened, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to keep that punishment going for more than 12 hours. If that, because really, everyone who thought that Colin was sweet and innocent had clearly never seen him in bed.
"Of course, Bradders, I believe you. Katie is very mean. You want me to yell at her for you?" Colin offered. When Bradley looked terrified and shook is head in an adamant no, Colin just shrugged. Bradley was only very momentarily distracted by the movement of his shoulders.
Once the tiny-peck-that-somehow-turned-into-a-very-very-long-makeout-scene-involving-necks-and-ears was over, Bradley could concentrate again. "I hate you, Colin. Of course I don't want you to go yell at her for me! She'll just make fun of me more for having my boyfriend have to protect me, which she already does. Obviously, the real solution is to learn enough facts to blow Katie away with my astounding wit and speed. Duh."
Colin, Bradley noticed suspiciously, did not look convinced of the brilliance of his plan. Unfortunately, Bradley didn't have a chance to bring it up, because right then Katie knocked on Colin's door, apparently with a desperate need for paper clips.
********
Bradley's chance to put his Brilliant Plan in action was the next day, during a break in rehearsing. Colin had just finished analyzing a book he was reading - Bradley wasn't really listening, all he knew was that it was long and scary-looking and Colin sometimes refused to have sex because he was "reading it, oh my God, Bradley, go away right now, I am serious." Bradley thought it was fun to have a competition in for Colin's attention, especially because he always won.
Katie was contributing to said Discussion of Book, and there was a pause, and Bradley lept in it.
"She talks in beauty like the night,
Of cloudless eyes and starry skies,
And all that's greatest of black and bright,
Meets her ass and her eyes,
And mellower to the sweet light,
Which Heaven -"
Bradley promptly forgot the rest of the poem. From the look on Colin's face, it didn't matter. He was wowed and happy, and Bradley knew that they would have fun during lunch. He turned around to see the success his plan had on Katie, just to gloat a bit about how he wasn't stupid, because could stupid people memorize boring poems by old dead guys? He thought not.
Suprisingly, when he looked at Katie, he didn't see admiration and regret. She looked, if it was possible, even more pissed off than usual. Why could that be?
She was actually turning red and purple. Bradley watched with interest (and some fear) as she just stared at him and sputtered for a bit. Finally, she managed, "You just ruined - ruined - my favorite poem. I knew you were an idiot already, but, but I love Lord Byron so much. How could you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, confused. "I stayed up until two, memorizing that poem. It's a clas-," and then Katie's epic rage stopped him. "A, a, classic?" he said, unsure of what would make her even more pissed.
"Yes!" she shouted, "it is a fucking classic, it is amazing, it is a shining example of grace and beauty, and you just fucked it up so badly. You are going to die. You are going to die a horrible, painful death, filled with tortures so evil, You. Can't. Even. Imagine." she finished, and stormed away to plot his maiming and eventual killing.
After a few minutes of sitting and looking confused, Bradley weakly said, "Well, er, I think that went over well, don't you, Colin?"
"Well, I liked it," Colin answered, and Bradley felt a rush of affection for his sweet, wonderous, beautiful boyfriend. "I especially liked when you replaced aspect with ass," he added, not hiding his laugh.
Bradley didn't dignify that with an answer. He walked away to find another one of Colin's stupid math books, and memorize a formula to tell them tomorrow. He'd show them. He'd show them all. (After he found a perfect prank to play on Katie, one that would top even Je suis loser.)