fifth.
title: tell me in the morning
pairing: bradley/colin
rating: nc-17
summary: Bradley wakes up at 5 in the morning and Colin wants sex.
notes: porny porn porn with no redeeming "artistic" value whatsoever. this is chaosmaka's birthday present, albeit a day too late, and posted with her permission. standard disclaimers apply, not real, made up, figment of my filthy ruminations, etc. did i mention porn? ok, go.
happy birthday, Bina!
Bradley wakes up to Colin's insistent prodding. He glances at the clock on the bedside table and it flashes five twenty four am -- too early for any sane person to be awake. They had a really long day yesterday and Bradley's muscles still ache from some of the stunts he had to do on horseback, so it's with a bleary half-frown that he turns to Colin who keeps pushing up against him like a dog in heat.
Obviously Bradley isn't as annoyed as he pretends to be because when he turns to face Colin, his insides sort of melt. Colin is looking at him with a soft smile and pushing his face into the tender crook of Bradley's neck, like a cat, and pressing warm kisses up his jaw. They're both half-dressed, the temperature in the room turned considerably low, leaving them with no choice but to huddle together for warmth under the covers. Colin likes that because he gets cold easily and they have this running joke between them that the only thing that could warm Colin up is Bradley's body heat, and if they've had a bit to drink and are fooling around, his cock.
Bradley knows that it's not actually far from the truth -- Colin likes sex just as much as the next guy, maybe even more. He doesn't look like it but honestly Bradley thinks Colin may just be a little ADD. When he doesn't have a proper wank in the morning he gets rattled easily and is on edge the rest of the day, unable to sit still or focus. At night whenever he can't sleep, Colin pushes up at him just like he is now, wanton and needy for sex, whispering filthy promises into his ear: I'll be good I promise, and I'll be quiet, and fuck me, please I need it.
Colin is really sweet but he isn't as innoccent as most people make him out to be and it is pretty much what Bradley loves about him when they're in bed together like this: Colin knows what he wants and isn't ashamed to ask for it, even if it means coaxing Bradley out of bed at 5 in the fucking morning with gentle nips and kisses.
"You properly awake yet?" asks Colin, thrusting up against Bradley's thigh. He rolls Bradley over onto his back and climbs on top of him, bracing his elbows on either side of Bradley's head. He licks Bradley's ear and Bradley groans some halfhearted complaint, screwing his eyes shut.
"It's five in the morning," Bradley sniffs, laughing weakly and rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes. "Honestly, Colin. What the fuck? I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Well, if it helps, neither have I."
"Oh, yeah, that totally helps." Bradley snorts.
Colin laughs, flicking him on the nose and Bradley wrinkles his nose in response, batting his hands away. Colin starts squirming in Bradley's lap, enough to make Bradley groan powerfully but not enough to deter him from shoving him off his lap.
"Come on Col," Bradley sighs. "Get off. My back hurts, I'm tired, I want to go back to sleep... I'll fuck you in the morning. I promise."
"It is morning," Colin reminds him playfully, rolling his eyes. "Come on, it'll be good. You don't even have to do anything. You can just lie there and enjoy it. Please?"
Bradley laughs louder than he meants to. It startles Colin out of his skin; he starts, eyes wide, back tense, before relaxing at the touch of Bradley's fingers on his hip. "Are you serious? Fuck, you are aren't you? Oh my god-- are you?"
Colin shrugs but doesn't respond, hollowing his cheeks and fattening his bottom lip into a pout. Bradley knows that it's just for show, he's being cute on purpose and doing it to appeal to Bradley's masochist streak which, incidentally, covers his weakness for lanky Irish men who can't keep it in their pants until seven in the morning. Bradley is so exhausted he can feel it to his bones; he can barely keep his eyes open as it is but Colin has started playing with his hair and nuzzling his cheek and Bradley knows come curtain call when they're standing far apart for the cameras he'll be regretting not giving Colin a good hard fuck.
"Fine," Bradley concedes, rubbing Colin's back absently. He grins tiredly when Colin curls into his hand like a cat. "Try not to move too much. I feel like I might have a headache coming."
A slow smile spreads across Colin's face and he laughs and tucks his face into Bradley's neck. Colin is really light so Bradley doesn't mind him practically lying on top of him, Colin's knees digging softly into his sides and their chests pressed together comfortably.
Bradley thinks he can probably fall asleep like this, with his arms full of Colin grinding lazily on his lap, Colin's warm hands cupping Bradley's shoulders and his cold nose tucked into Bradley's neck. Bradley closes his eyes and murmurs softly, trying to swim back to the edges of sleep, which is a potentially bad idea as it could just be the kind of thing to set Colin off but then again he is not altogether unaffected, his cock half-hard in his underwear. Colin's hand slides between their bodies, curving against the swell in Bradley's underwear, cupping him firmly.
Bradley's hips twitch and suddenly he is more awake, eyes wide in the half darkness of the hotel room.
"Fuck,"
"I think you're getting the idea," Colin laughs, sweeping down to capture Bradley's mouth in a wet kiss. Colin kneads Bradley's erection a few times before taking his hand away and letting their hips roll lazily instead. Bradley moans gratefully into Colin's mouth, placing a hand down the small of Colin's back. Tiny beads of sweat have gathered in the dip of Colin's spine and Bradley pushes two fingers down the wet dampness of Colin's back and inside Colin's underwear, surprised to find Colin already slick and opened. When Bradley works a finger in curiously, Colin jerks abruptly from the kiss, panting and rocking down on his finger.
"Well aren't you well prepared?" Bradley says with a short laugh, twisting his finger around. Colin just pants down at him, eyelids lowered, and Bradley has to wonder how long he's been awake, preparing himself for this, for Bradley's cock. It's the first time Bradley's taken a proper look at him all morning: there are bags under Colin eyes and Colin's face is narrow and angular, his jaw tense. Colin's shirt is sticking to his skin, hiked up over the pale smoothness of his stomach. Every time Bradley moves his finger, Colin's hips twitch in response, his lips part, and his cheeks flush. It's Colin's fair coloring -- it makes the pink flush in his cheeks stand out.
"Did you get some sleep?"
There's a spot of precome in the corner of Colin underwear and Bradley takes pity on him and closes his hand over his clothed cock, rubbing the base with the heel of his palm. Colin moans and Bradley almost misses the tiny shake of his head.
"Couldn't," Colin licks his lip, thrusting up against Bradley's palm. "Had too much coffee. Tried everything, but." He makes a soft noise when Bradley withdraws his fingers and rolls them over on top of the covers.
"But what?" Bradley presses.
"Well, you know." Colin says, highly embarrassed now and chewing his lip.
They hurriedly climb out of their clothes, tossing them over their shoulders to join the mess of other things they left sprawled on the floor yesterday. Bradley is struck by the depth of Colin's exhaustion when he leans down and presses their foreheads together and Colin sighs and closes his eyes, bringing shaking fingers up the broad sweep of Bradley's back.
"Don't worry about it," Colin assuress him, patting him on the ass. "Come on, I'm getting cold. Hurry up."
Bradley almost doesn't want to fuck him -- not like this when he can feel the sharp angles of Colin's bones pressing into his skin. He hasn't really thought about the crazy working hours lately or how Colin sometimes needs a proper fuck before he can sleep. They haven't had sex since they started filming three weeks ago and didn't sneak into each other's rooms at night until last week. Bradley feels a stab of guilt for contemplating sleeping on Colin to dissuade him from sex and it isn't until Colin pushes the tube of lube into his hands that Bradley actively starts into action.
Colin pulls Bradley down for a kiss and Bradley pours himself all over him, nipping at Colin's shoulder, his hand smoothing down Colin's stomach and between his legs. Bradley's hands shake when he lines himself against Colin's entrance, palms wet and slippery with smears of lube. Colin spreads himself open by the backs of his knees, keeping his eyes closed and his breath even. Bradley presses a thumb against Colin's clenching hole, and Colin shudders and bucks against the pad of Bradley's finger, greedy to have it filled.
"Come on," he whines. "Come on, please, please, please."
Bradley nips him in the ear, laughing softly at Colin's eagerness. When Bradley pushes inside, there is still resistance, and the first five seconds are agonizingly tight, Colin's spine taut and his body completely still. And then Bradley begins to move and Colin lets out a long, deep moan as Bradley works him open with his cock, shoving deeper every time. Bradley's palms are hot and damp against the back of Colin's thighs, keeping Colin's legs spread completely. He watches Colin's hole stretch around his cock, watches as Colin just takes every inch of him. Bradley doesn't move at first when he finds his deepest seat in Colin's body until Colin nudges him with his knee and thrusts up feebly against him.
"Move," Colin complains. "Come on, Bradley. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me -- un, yes, right there."
"Yeah?" Bradley pants, punching his hips through every word. "Feel good?"
"Feels great." Colin moans, fucking himself down on Bradley's cock, grinning. Colin meets him halfway through every thrust, digging his heels into Bradley's back to pull him deeper. It's sloppy and noisy and Colin keeps hissing and swearing.
His cock is leaking on his stomach, hard and heavy, and when Colin reaches down to touch himself there, Bradley snatches his hand away, and then his other, pulling them both over his head. He links their fingers together despite the look of annoyance Colin gives him and kisses him on the nose.
"Come on," Bradley murmurs into his cheek, licking hot stripes across the skin. "Let me make you come this way, Colin, pretty sure you could. You did it before. Let me watch you come from my cock. You like that don't you?"
"Fuck," Colin says, clenching his eyes shut. His cock twitches and Bradley gives an experimental roll of his hips, making Colin's entire body tremble. Bradley holds Colin apart by the ankles, propping them on his shoulders, watching Colin's teeth clench and the color rise to his chest and his cheeks every time Bradley pulls out his cock and pushes it back in slowly until he is in balls deep.
A few more thorough thrusts and Colin comes with his face pinched, his legs crossed tightly on the small of Bradley's back. Bradley fucks him a few more times and comes inside Colin, hips pumping weakly as Colin murmurs encouragement into his ear, telling him how good it feels to be filled with Bradley's come. When they finish, they clean each other quickly using a corner of the bedsheet, kissing and moaning at each other sleepily and grinning against each other's mouths.
Bradley arranges all the pillows around them and cradles Colin's head against his shoulder, kissing Colin on the forehead. He's already half asleep and delirious with exhaustion but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when Colin pushes his nose into his neck, seeking out his warmth.
"Sleep you nymphomaniac," Bradley murmurs into Colin's hair, feeling an odd sort of warmth spread through his belly too. Colin curls an arm around Bradley's waist, pressing a kiss to his neck, and wonders of wonders, he falls asleep almost right after Bradley pulls the blankets around them both.
pairing: bradley/colin
rating: nc-17
summary: Bradley wakes up at 5 in the morning and Colin wants sex.
notes: porny porn porn with no redeeming "artistic" value whatsoever. this is chaosmaka's birthday present, albeit a day too late, and posted with her permission. standard disclaimers apply, not real, made up, figment of my filthy ruminations, etc. did i mention porn? ok, go.
happy birthday, Bina!
Bradley wakes up to Colin's insistent prodding. He glances at the clock on the bedside table and it flashes five twenty four am -- too early for any sane person to be awake. They had a really long day yesterday and Bradley's muscles still ache from some of the stunts he had to do on horseback, so it's with a bleary half-frown that he turns to Colin who keeps pushing up against him like a dog in heat.
Obviously Bradley isn't as annoyed as he pretends to be because when he turns to face Colin, his insides sort of melt. Colin is looking at him with a soft smile and pushing his face into the tender crook of Bradley's neck, like a cat, and pressing warm kisses up his jaw. They're both half-dressed, the temperature in the room turned considerably low, leaving them with no choice but to huddle together for warmth under the covers. Colin likes that because he gets cold easily and they have this running joke between them that the only thing that could warm Colin up is Bradley's body heat, and if they've had a bit to drink and are fooling around, his cock.
Bradley knows that it's not actually far from the truth -- Colin likes sex just as much as the next guy, maybe even more. He doesn't look like it but honestly Bradley thinks Colin may just be a little ADD. When he doesn't have a proper wank in the morning he gets rattled easily and is on edge the rest of the day, unable to sit still or focus. At night whenever he can't sleep, Colin pushes up at him just like he is now, wanton and needy for sex, whispering filthy promises into his ear: I'll be good I promise, and I'll be quiet, and fuck me, please I need it.
Colin is really sweet but he isn't as innoccent as most people make him out to be and it is pretty much what Bradley loves about him when they're in bed together like this: Colin knows what he wants and isn't ashamed to ask for it, even if it means coaxing Bradley out of bed at 5 in the fucking morning with gentle nips and kisses.
"You properly awake yet?" asks Colin, thrusting up against Bradley's thigh. He rolls Bradley over onto his back and climbs on top of him, bracing his elbows on either side of Bradley's head. He licks Bradley's ear and Bradley groans some halfhearted complaint, screwing his eyes shut.
"It's five in the morning," Bradley sniffs, laughing weakly and rubbing the crust of sleep from his eyes. "Honestly, Colin. What the fuck? I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Well, if it helps, neither have I."
"Oh, yeah, that totally helps." Bradley snorts.
Colin laughs, flicking him on the nose and Bradley wrinkles his nose in response, batting his hands away. Colin starts squirming in Bradley's lap, enough to make Bradley groan powerfully but not enough to deter him from shoving him off his lap.
"Come on Col," Bradley sighs. "Get off. My back hurts, I'm tired, I want to go back to sleep... I'll fuck you in the morning. I promise."
"It is morning," Colin reminds him playfully, rolling his eyes. "Come on, it'll be good. You don't even have to do anything. You can just lie there and enjoy it. Please?"
Bradley laughs louder than he meants to. It startles Colin out of his skin; he starts, eyes wide, back tense, before relaxing at the touch of Bradley's fingers on his hip. "Are you serious? Fuck, you are aren't you? Oh my god-- are you?"
Colin shrugs but doesn't respond, hollowing his cheeks and fattening his bottom lip into a pout. Bradley knows that it's just for show, he's being cute on purpose and doing it to appeal to Bradley's masochist streak which, incidentally, covers his weakness for lanky Irish men who can't keep it in their pants until seven in the morning. Bradley is so exhausted he can feel it to his bones; he can barely keep his eyes open as it is but Colin has started playing with his hair and nuzzling his cheek and Bradley knows come curtain call when they're standing far apart for the cameras he'll be regretting not giving Colin a good hard fuck.
"Fine," Bradley concedes, rubbing Colin's back absently. He grins tiredly when Colin curls into his hand like a cat. "Try not to move too much. I feel like I might have a headache coming."
A slow smile spreads across Colin's face and he laughs and tucks his face into Bradley's neck. Colin is really light so Bradley doesn't mind him practically lying on top of him, Colin's knees digging softly into his sides and their chests pressed together comfortably.
Bradley thinks he can probably fall asleep like this, with his arms full of Colin grinding lazily on his lap, Colin's warm hands cupping Bradley's shoulders and his cold nose tucked into Bradley's neck. Bradley closes his eyes and murmurs softly, trying to swim back to the edges of sleep, which is a potentially bad idea as it could just be the kind of thing to set Colin off but then again he is not altogether unaffected, his cock half-hard in his underwear. Colin's hand slides between their bodies, curving against the swell in Bradley's underwear, cupping him firmly.
Bradley's hips twitch and suddenly he is more awake, eyes wide in the half darkness of the hotel room.
"Fuck,"
"I think you're getting the idea," Colin laughs, sweeping down to capture Bradley's mouth in a wet kiss. Colin kneads Bradley's erection a few times before taking his hand away and letting their hips roll lazily instead. Bradley moans gratefully into Colin's mouth, placing a hand down the small of Colin's back. Tiny beads of sweat have gathered in the dip of Colin's spine and Bradley pushes two fingers down the wet dampness of Colin's back and inside Colin's underwear, surprised to find Colin already slick and opened. When Bradley works a finger in curiously, Colin jerks abruptly from the kiss, panting and rocking down on his finger.
"Well aren't you well prepared?" Bradley says with a short laugh, twisting his finger around. Colin just pants down at him, eyelids lowered, and Bradley has to wonder how long he's been awake, preparing himself for this, for Bradley's cock. It's the first time Bradley's taken a proper look at him all morning: there are bags under Colin eyes and Colin's face is narrow and angular, his jaw tense. Colin's shirt is sticking to his skin, hiked up over the pale smoothness of his stomach. Every time Bradley moves his finger, Colin's hips twitch in response, his lips part, and his cheeks flush. It's Colin's fair coloring -- it makes the pink flush in his cheeks stand out.
"Did you get some sleep?"
There's a spot of precome in the corner of Colin underwear and Bradley takes pity on him and closes his hand over his clothed cock, rubbing the base with the heel of his palm. Colin moans and Bradley almost misses the tiny shake of his head.
"Couldn't," Colin licks his lip, thrusting up against Bradley's palm. "Had too much coffee. Tried everything, but." He makes a soft noise when Bradley withdraws his fingers and rolls them over on top of the covers.
"But what?" Bradley presses.
"Well, you know." Colin says, highly embarrassed now and chewing his lip.
They hurriedly climb out of their clothes, tossing them over their shoulders to join the mess of other things they left sprawled on the floor yesterday. Bradley is struck by the depth of Colin's exhaustion when he leans down and presses their foreheads together and Colin sighs and closes his eyes, bringing shaking fingers up the broad sweep of Bradley's back.
"Don't worry about it," Colin assuress him, patting him on the ass. "Come on, I'm getting cold. Hurry up."
Bradley almost doesn't want to fuck him -- not like this when he can feel the sharp angles of Colin's bones pressing into his skin. He hasn't really thought about the crazy working hours lately or how Colin sometimes needs a proper fuck before he can sleep. They haven't had sex since they started filming three weeks ago and didn't sneak into each other's rooms at night until last week. Bradley feels a stab of guilt for contemplating sleeping on Colin to dissuade him from sex and it isn't until Colin pushes the tube of lube into his hands that Bradley actively starts into action.
Colin pulls Bradley down for a kiss and Bradley pours himself all over him, nipping at Colin's shoulder, his hand smoothing down Colin's stomach and between his legs. Bradley's hands shake when he lines himself against Colin's entrance, palms wet and slippery with smears of lube. Colin spreads himself open by the backs of his knees, keeping his eyes closed and his breath even. Bradley presses a thumb against Colin's clenching hole, and Colin shudders and bucks against the pad of Bradley's finger, greedy to have it filled.
"Come on," he whines. "Come on, please, please, please."
Bradley nips him in the ear, laughing softly at Colin's eagerness. When Bradley pushes inside, there is still resistance, and the first five seconds are agonizingly tight, Colin's spine taut and his body completely still. And then Bradley begins to move and Colin lets out a long, deep moan as Bradley works him open with his cock, shoving deeper every time. Bradley's palms are hot and damp against the back of Colin's thighs, keeping Colin's legs spread completely. He watches Colin's hole stretch around his cock, watches as Colin just takes every inch of him. Bradley doesn't move at first when he finds his deepest seat in Colin's body until Colin nudges him with his knee and thrusts up feebly against him.
"Move," Colin complains. "Come on, Bradley. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me -- un, yes, right there."
"Yeah?" Bradley pants, punching his hips through every word. "Feel good?"
"Feels great." Colin moans, fucking himself down on Bradley's cock, grinning. Colin meets him halfway through every thrust, digging his heels into Bradley's back to pull him deeper. It's sloppy and noisy and Colin keeps hissing and swearing.
His cock is leaking on his stomach, hard and heavy, and when Colin reaches down to touch himself there, Bradley snatches his hand away, and then his other, pulling them both over his head. He links their fingers together despite the look of annoyance Colin gives him and kisses him on the nose.
"Come on," Bradley murmurs into his cheek, licking hot stripes across the skin. "Let me make you come this way, Colin, pretty sure you could. You did it before. Let me watch you come from my cock. You like that don't you?"
"Fuck," Colin says, clenching his eyes shut. His cock twitches and Bradley gives an experimental roll of his hips, making Colin's entire body tremble. Bradley holds Colin apart by the ankles, propping them on his shoulders, watching Colin's teeth clench and the color rise to his chest and his cheeks every time Bradley pulls out his cock and pushes it back in slowly until he is in balls deep.
A few more thorough thrusts and Colin comes with his face pinched, his legs crossed tightly on the small of Bradley's back. Bradley fucks him a few more times and comes inside Colin, hips pumping weakly as Colin murmurs encouragement into his ear, telling him how good it feels to be filled with Bradley's come. When they finish, they clean each other quickly using a corner of the bedsheet, kissing and moaning at each other sleepily and grinning against each other's mouths.
Bradley arranges all the pillows around them and cradles Colin's head against his shoulder, kissing Colin on the forehead. He's already half asleep and delirious with exhaustion but a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when Colin pushes his nose into his neck, seeking out his warmth.
"Sleep you nymphomaniac," Bradley murmurs into Colin's hair, feeling an odd sort of warmth spread through his belly too. Colin curls an arm around Bradley's waist, pressing a kiss to his neck, and wonders of wonders, he falls asleep almost right after Bradley pulls the blankets around them both.