OH BRADLEY. IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY.
So. October 11th. BRADLEY JAMES' BIRTHDAY.
I hope his birthday sex with Colin is awesome.
And now I'm going to risk writing Bradley/Colin with MY DAD AT THE COMPUTER NEXT TO ME.
Not the best idea ever, but what the hell.
"Bradley. Wake up."
Bradley James opens his eyes to a half-naked Colin Morgan shaking him awake.
"Nngh." Is all he can manage.
"Get up and get dressed. There's a surprise for you in Angel's room."
"No surprise. Want sleep."
Colin leans in, resting his chin on Bradley's perfectly sculpted shoulder, and whispers, "Cake."
"I'm up." Bradley rolls out of bed, scratches some necessary areas, and fumbles for a pair of pants. Colin grabs his ridiculously slim-cut trousers and does his belt up in the tightest hole, and is ready to go. Bradley, however, is having some trouble figuring out how to put his shirt on. Colin looks over to see Bradley staring bemusedly at a button-down for a second, before hitting it against the dresser and trying again.
"Damn...shirt...won't...accept...my dominance." Bradley grunts while still trying to undo a button. Colin shakes his head incredulously, wondering why the hell he is shagging this idiot. Oh, right. Because he is BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES, and he is awesome. Colin helps Bradley with his shirt, and drags him out the door. Bradley looks longingly at the bed, but Colin whispers 'cake' again and he perks up.
The two pretty boys arrive in Angel's room after an impromptu stop in a broom closet to shag. Colin is worried that his friends will notice that his hair really looks like he just had sex. Bradley would be worried about his rather visible boner, but he is BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES and he really doesn't care. He likes the way it makes his cock look bigger. But like he needs any help with that.
"Now that you're done making those disturbing noises, here's your cake, Bradley. Happy Birthday." Katie is obviously making a very large effort to not murder Bradley with a stiletto. Colin mouths 'thank you' at her.
Bradley's cake is pink. With purple sprinkles. Bradley is going to complain about this, but then Katie shoves a really big piece in his mouth and he decides to let it go. After he finishes chewing, Bradley lets out a satisfied moan and says (much too loudly in Colin's opinion), "Colin, why don't you taste like that? That would be AWESOME."
Colin blushes, and Katie answers for him: "Because then the producers wouldn't be able to pry you off his cock long enough to actually get any work done. In a way, Colin is saving your career."
Bradley thinks about this for a second. "Huh. I guess. Then thanks, Colin, for not having a penis made out of birthday cake."
"It's a pleasure." Colin is hiding under the hood of his sweatshirt again. This is not going to be the best day for him, he can tell already.
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What Colin thought about this not being a good day earlier, he's forgotten. Because six and a half hours of innovatively-positioned birthday sex with BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES is pretty awesome.
I hope his birthday sex with Colin is awesome.
And now I'm going to risk writing Bradley/Colin with MY DAD AT THE COMPUTER NEXT TO ME.
Not the best idea ever, but what the hell.
"Bradley. Wake up."
Bradley James opens his eyes to a half-naked Colin Morgan shaking him awake.
"Nngh." Is all he can manage.
"Get up and get dressed. There's a surprise for you in Angel's room."
"No surprise. Want sleep."
Colin leans in, resting his chin on Bradley's perfectly sculpted shoulder, and whispers, "Cake."
"I'm up." Bradley rolls out of bed, scratches some necessary areas, and fumbles for a pair of pants. Colin grabs his ridiculously slim-cut trousers and does his belt up in the tightest hole, and is ready to go. Bradley, however, is having some trouble figuring out how to put his shirt on. Colin looks over to see Bradley staring bemusedly at a button-down for a second, before hitting it against the dresser and trying again.
"Damn...shirt...won't...accept...my dominance." Bradley grunts while still trying to undo a button. Colin shakes his head incredulously, wondering why the hell he is shagging this idiot. Oh, right. Because he is BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES, and he is awesome. Colin helps Bradley with his shirt, and drags him out the door. Bradley looks longingly at the bed, but Colin whispers 'cake' again and he perks up.
The two pretty boys arrive in Angel's room after an impromptu stop in a broom closet to shag. Colin is worried that his friends will notice that his hair really looks like he just had sex. Bradley would be worried about his rather visible boner, but he is BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES and he really doesn't care. He likes the way it makes his cock look bigger. But like he needs any help with that.
"Now that you're done making those disturbing noises, here's your cake, Bradley. Happy Birthday." Katie is obviously making a very large effort to not murder Bradley with a stiletto. Colin mouths 'thank you' at her.
Bradley's cake is pink. With purple sprinkles. Bradley is going to complain about this, but then Katie shoves a really big piece in his mouth and he decides to let it go. After he finishes chewing, Bradley lets out a satisfied moan and says (much too loudly in Colin's opinion), "Colin, why don't you taste like that? That would be AWESOME."
Colin blushes, and Katie answers for him: "Because then the producers wouldn't be able to pry you off his cock long enough to actually get any work done. In a way, Colin is saving your career."
Bradley thinks about this for a second. "Huh. I guess. Then thanks, Colin, for not having a penis made out of birthday cake."
"It's a pleasure." Colin is hiding under the hood of his sweatshirt again. This is not going to be the best day for him, he can tell already.
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What Colin thought about this not being a good day earlier, he's forgotten. Because six and a half hours of innovatively-positioned birthday sex with BRADLEY FUCKING JAMES is pretty awesome.