fic: in the morning, i will be sober, and you will still be beautiful
title: in the morning, i will be sober, and you will still be beautiful
wordcount: 921
rating: pg-13
pairing: colin/bradley, with appearances by katie, angel, and anthony
disclaimer: this is lies. i promise that i don't really think this is true, because that would be insane and crazy even for me. also, there's a special handbasket to hell coming my way!
summary: bradley gets drunk, colin tries to confess his love. nothing really goes as planned, and the next morning is confusing as well.
a/n: i probably should write more, but i am lazy and want to get this off my chest. sorry!
as always, for fullfathom05 , because she betas and cheerleaders and accepts and is my favorite (and motivated me to post it), and manx_and_shadow , because she was scarred by a pink bra.
title is a bastardized version of winston churchill
Bradley wasn't sure exactly how much tequila he had drunken, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a lot. Or, at least, he was pretty sure until he tried to stand up, when he discovered that the room was shifting way too much, and grabbed onto the nearest upright thing.
It definitely wasn't his fault that the nearest thing happened to be Katie McGrath, who immediately gave hima look sugesting he should be praying for immediate death. She rolled her eyes, and said to Tony, who was fairly tipsy himself, "I hate you. If you weren't having this stupid party, Bradley wouldn't have gotten drunk, and he would not be currently violating me person." The last few words were said with enough hatred that Bradley tried to let go in fear, but just stumbled and fell onto her again.
"Katie!" Tony answered, loud enough for the entire party to look over for a second, "Enjoy yourself! It's a party, you could, I dunno, make out with Angel! That would be awesome," he said, sounding plaintive and desperate.
Angel, sensing that there was soon going to be some murder and not really up to dealing with the mess, walked to Bradley. "Hey," she said, "let's go over there, okay? I think there's some couches and water, and those would probably be helpful."
"I love you, Angel. I think you deserve your name absolutely, 100%." He reconsidered. "You should probably still be called Hussy, though. I mean, your hand is very close to my cock. Not that I mind," he added, and realized that wasn't properly nice. To make up for it, he tried to give her a kiss, which worked on lots of people.
Somehow, Angel managed to get the kiss to land on her hair, instead of her intended mouth, while still leading and supporting Bradley as they walked away from Katie and Tony. She was pretty sure that one day, she would get some sort of award for putting up with him. Preferably a Noble Peace Prize.
Bradley and Angel were only about five feet away from the couches when Colin appeared. Bradley, who had been quite distracted by Tony's proclamation of "open bar" earlier in the evening, remembered that he hadn't seen Colin at all. They had arrived together, but once inside, he had immediately run off to some random room.
Colin, who usually looked at Bradley with a mixture of fondness and disbelief (Bradley was pretty sure. Sometimes, he had this weird look in his eyes, but Bradley generally tried not to think about that look, because it really didn't go anywhere good, especially in public), seemed ecstatic to see Bradley. He immediately started babbling to Angel and tugging Bradley's hand, and though Bradley really wasn't drunk, he had a lot more trouble understanding him than usual. So, instead of protesting or questioning, he just let go of Angel's arm and followed Colin. He thought that Colin's grip might've been a little bit excessive, but it kept him from falling down, so it was okay.
Angel, who understood what Colin had been attempting to say, tried to tell him something as the boys walked away. Unfortunately, the noise of the party (she didn't know, or want to know, where Tony had found half the people, considering some of them didn't even speak French or English) meant that he couldn't hear her. She tried once more, than figured he would figure it out eventually. In the meantime, she really, really needed a drink.
*
When they had reached the only unoccupied room in the flat, Bradley stumbled forward and fell face-first on the bed. Colin was busy closing the door and wringing his hands, and therefore didn't notice.
Still staring at the wall, Colin started, "Bradley, I really need to tell you something. It's really important, but if you want to leave, that's totally fine. I mean, I know this might be kind of sudden and freaky, and I totally understand it you don't feel like this too."
Hearing a vaguely affirmative sound from the bed, he continued, "I really think I'm in love with you. I can't stop thinking about you, and I miss you desperately when you're away for even an hour. You're the best, most generous, most gorgeous person I've ever met, and, um, I really, really am in love with you." Figuring that was enough of a humiliating confession, he turned around apprehensively, to find Bradley half-on, half-off the bed, his head turned to look at Colin.
"Colin," he said, with grave seriousness, "you have pretty ears. Can you fly with them?"
Adding that to the open bar, and how Angel had let him lean on her even more than usual, Colin realized that he was, and would forever be the most idiotic person in the entire universe. "Oh god," he said despairingly, "I can't believe that I just confessed my love to you while you're drunk,"
"'M not!" Bradley protested. "I'm so-sob-not drunk!"
Colin sat down on the bed, opposite end from Bradley, and put his head in his hands. "I cannot believe this happened to me. I've been trying to do this for months, and I finally do, and you're totally pissed."
*
The next morning, Bradley woke up nest to Colin, feeling like a thousand moles were reaping revenge for every Whack-A-Mole ever, with hammers, inside his head. But when Colin turned to him, all mussed hair and bashful smile, Bradley kissed him, and felt a lot better.
At least, he felt better until he threw up all over both of them.
wordcount: 921
rating: pg-13
pairing: colin/bradley, with appearances by katie, angel, and anthony
disclaimer: this is lies. i promise that i don't really think this is true, because that would be insane and crazy even for me. also, there's a special handbasket to hell coming my way!
summary: bradley gets drunk, colin tries to confess his love. nothing really goes as planned, and the next morning is confusing as well.
a/n: i probably should write more, but i am lazy and want to get this off my chest. sorry!
as always, for fullfathom05 , because she betas and cheerleaders and accepts and is my favorite (and motivated me to post it), and manx_and_shadow , because she was scarred by a pink bra.
title is a bastardized version of winston churchill
Bradley wasn't sure exactly how much tequila he had drunken, but he was pretty sure it wasn't a lot. Or, at least, he was pretty sure until he tried to stand up, when he discovered that the room was shifting way too much, and grabbed onto the nearest upright thing.
It definitely wasn't his fault that the nearest thing happened to be Katie McGrath, who immediately gave hima look sugesting he should be praying for immediate death. She rolled her eyes, and said to Tony, who was fairly tipsy himself, "I hate you. If you weren't having this stupid party, Bradley wouldn't have gotten drunk, and he would not be currently violating me person." The last few words were said with enough hatred that Bradley tried to let go in fear, but just stumbled and fell onto her again.
"Katie!" Tony answered, loud enough for the entire party to look over for a second, "Enjoy yourself! It's a party, you could, I dunno, make out with Angel! That would be awesome," he said, sounding plaintive and desperate.
Angel, sensing that there was soon going to be some murder and not really up to dealing with the mess, walked to Bradley. "Hey," she said, "let's go over there, okay? I think there's some couches and water, and those would probably be helpful."
"I love you, Angel. I think you deserve your name absolutely, 100%." He reconsidered. "You should probably still be called Hussy, though. I mean, your hand is very close to my cock. Not that I mind," he added, and realized that wasn't properly nice. To make up for it, he tried to give her a kiss, which worked on lots of people.
Somehow, Angel managed to get the kiss to land on her hair, instead of her intended mouth, while still leading and supporting Bradley as they walked away from Katie and Tony. She was pretty sure that one day, she would get some sort of award for putting up with him. Preferably a Noble Peace Prize.
Bradley and Angel were only about five feet away from the couches when Colin appeared. Bradley, who had been quite distracted by Tony's proclamation of "open bar" earlier in the evening, remembered that he hadn't seen Colin at all. They had arrived together, but once inside, he had immediately run off to some random room.
Colin, who usually looked at Bradley with a mixture of fondness and disbelief (Bradley was pretty sure. Sometimes, he had this weird look in his eyes, but Bradley generally tried not to think about that look, because it really didn't go anywhere good, especially in public), seemed ecstatic to see Bradley. He immediately started babbling to Angel and tugging Bradley's hand, and though Bradley really wasn't drunk, he had a lot more trouble understanding him than usual. So, instead of protesting or questioning, he just let go of Angel's arm and followed Colin. He thought that Colin's grip might've been a little bit excessive, but it kept him from falling down, so it was okay.
Angel, who understood what Colin had been attempting to say, tried to tell him something as the boys walked away. Unfortunately, the noise of the party (she didn't know, or want to know, where Tony had found half the people, considering some of them didn't even speak French or English) meant that he couldn't hear her. She tried once more, than figured he would figure it out eventually. In the meantime, she really, really needed a drink.
*
When they had reached the only unoccupied room in the flat, Bradley stumbled forward and fell face-first on the bed. Colin was busy closing the door and wringing his hands, and therefore didn't notice.
Still staring at the wall, Colin started, "Bradley, I really need to tell you something. It's really important, but if you want to leave, that's totally fine. I mean, I know this might be kind of sudden and freaky, and I totally understand it you don't feel like this too."
Hearing a vaguely affirmative sound from the bed, he continued, "I really think I'm in love with you. I can't stop thinking about you, and I miss you desperately when you're away for even an hour. You're the best, most generous, most gorgeous person I've ever met, and, um, I really, really am in love with you." Figuring that was enough of a humiliating confession, he turned around apprehensively, to find Bradley half-on, half-off the bed, his head turned to look at Colin.
"Colin," he said, with grave seriousness, "you have pretty ears. Can you fly with them?"
Adding that to the open bar, and how Angel had let him lean on her even more than usual, Colin realized that he was, and would forever be the most idiotic person in the entire universe. "Oh god," he said despairingly, "I can't believe that I just confessed my love to you while you're drunk,"
"'M not!" Bradley protested. "I'm so-sob-not drunk!"
Colin sat down on the bed, opposite end from Bradley, and put his head in his hands. "I cannot believe this happened to me. I've been trying to do this for months, and I finally do, and you're totally pissed."
*
The next morning, Bradley woke up nest to Colin, feeling like a thousand moles were reaping revenge for every Whack-A-Mole ever, with hammers, inside his head. But when Colin turned to him, all mussed hair and bashful smile, Bradley kissed him, and felt a lot better.
At least, he felt better until he threw up all over both of them.