Prompt #22 "Innocent Fun", Bradley/Colin, R
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: RPF, Bradley/Colin, Bradley feeling upset/jealous Colin is the golden boy on set and everyone loves him while they all tend to think badly of him (Bradley) and he always gets blamed for everything - especially "leading poor innocent Colin astray". Some notsoinnocent!Colin would be awesome.
2607 words.
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It was such a joke! People took one look at Colin, his wide eyes and big smile, and just... liked him. Instantly. He was like a puppy, or something. People assumed he was innocent and sweet.
Only Bradley knew better, and that was the crux of the problem. Because Colin wasn't innocent. Not even slightly.
It's just that... nobody else on set seems to get it. They all think Bradley's the one flirting with Colin, and he's had so many people come up to up, telling him to stop, reminding him that if he breaks Colin's heart: that's it. Show's over.
It's not that Bradley wants to ruin it or anything - he knew exactly where each and every one of his marbles were, thank you very much - but the thing is... he's getting to his breaking point.
Take last night, for example. They'd gone out to a club, and were sat around a table. Officially, there was nothing between them. Sure, Bradley had a crush on Colin about a mile wide, and it was fairly obvious that it was returned. But they'd never talked about it, because Bradley really wasn't sure he could take actually being in a relationship with him if just flirting was so difficult.
But everyone expected them to sit together and nobody batted an eye when Colin slung his arm around Bradley. It was just what they did, and it was so sweet that Colin always needed some sort of reassurance that Bradley wasn't about to go off and dance with someone else. As the night progressed, Colin's hand moved from around Bradley's shoulder to his lap.
As soon as Bradley felt Colin reaching for his zipper, Bradley stood up. "Not here, Colin, for god's sake."
Colin looked at him, wounded, and Bradley felt the glares of everyone around the table turn to him.
"Fuck, Cols," Bradley said, as quietly as he could. "Let's go home, yeah? You can do that at home. When there's... no one to see."
Colin suddenly grinned, but the glares didn't lessen. Bradley was always leading Colin astray, wasn't he? Never mind that Colin was the dirtiest minded bloke Bradley had ever met, or that Bradley was the one here who was actually innocent.
"Nah," Colin replied, grin widening. "I'm... you know, feeling nervous. We're going too fast."
"Oh, fuck this!" Bradley snapped, angry at the sudden Chinese whispers, the way Angel was putting her arm protectively around Colin's shoulders, as if she could stop Bradley from rushing him. "I'm going home. And if you idiots can't see that Colin is the perv here - that I've never even had sex with a bloke, never mind lead one astray - then you're all idiots. Colin, if you want to keep up this innocent act, do it with another bloke, yeah? I can't cope with this anymore."
And so, Bradley went home alone, and tried to sleep the anger and disappointment off.
Which lead him to now.
"...and I think it was really unfair of you to shout at him like that, Bradley," Richard was telling him. "He's a sweet boy, and we all know you've got more experience than him. Just... go softly."
"Oh, for god's sake. You don't even know what happened. You're all so caught up in his innocent bullshit that you can't see it - Richard, he was trying to give me a hand job. In front of everyone. I'm not a prude, but I don't want my first experience with a man - especially with a man I'm dangerously close to loving, and would be in love with if he wasn't constantly making me feel like a piece of shit - I don't want my first time doing anything to be a hand job. Not in a club, surrounded by my colleagues. I want... He's not even kissed me yet, dammit! You all act like this is some big joke to me, like I'll hurt him. Well - you're all morons. It's a joke to him. He doesn't give a shit about me, or how he's effecting me, and none of you can open your eyes wide enough to see you're judging the wrong man. Well, that's it. I'm officially done with Colin Morgan, and fuck what the lot of you think!"
Bradley didn't wait around long enough to see what Richard thought of that, storming off to hang around with his stunt double, learning new fight moves. He began to let off some steam, and finally came to a resolve.
He'd meant everything he'd said to Richard. He couldn't cope with the hot and cold Colin was blowing his way, not any more. It wasn't the first time he'd been attracted to a bloke; far from it. But Colin was the first man to truly worm his way under Bradley's skin, to really make him want to act on his desires, and sod denying everything.
Bradley would just have to keep on denying for a little longer.
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"So, Richard had a talk with me," Colin began, sounding a little sheepish. "And I want to say tha-"
"I don't want to hear it," Bradley said, stiffly. "You've had your fun. Mess with the straight guy's head. Yeah. Very funny. Well don't worry about it. We'll forget all about it."
"Straight? You're the least straight man I've ever met," Colin scoffed, a little harshly.
"Not according to all the loving girlfriends I've had," Bradley said, telling himself to keep calm, and to make sure Colin knew this game he was playing was not on, and Bradley wanted out. Of the game. Not the closet.
"Yeah, we-"
"Colin, mate," Bradley started, keeping his ton perfectly friendly, and devoid of any of the flirtation he usually let bleed through. "It was a lark, right? Pretending to be gay for each other. The fans'll love it, if they ever catch wind. But it was just that - a lark. We don't really fancy each other. We can stop pretending now, because a joke is only good for so long, and I'm not willing to put up with the bullshit from the rest of the cast any more."
"But it's not a-"
"I honestly don't care whether you tell me it was or wasn't a joke," Bradley bit out, feeling his own heart break, but desperately glad Colin had no idea what he was thinking. And hey - now the cast and crew would be able to base their remarks on fact, instead of rose tinted fiction. Brilliant. "Because to me, that's what it was. It's all very well and good pretending to lead you astray, but we both know there's no real attraction here. If anyone fancies anyone, it's not returned. We should just keep it as we are. Good mates."
"Right, mates," Colin said, stiffly, and Bradley resolutely did not crumble. He wasn't putting up with it anymore. "Yeah, good. That's good. So... no pretending to fancy the pants off each other any more? What'll we do for fun?"
"Well, I've got a lot of pranks I've been thinking up," Bradley said, finally turning to face Colin properly. "We could try a few of those. I'm thinking we could try and trip up the rest of the cast about which Julius is which?"
"Oh, excellent," Colin grinned. "Let's start planning."
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The last week had been... strange, to say the least.
For the first couple of days, Bradley was followed by glares. Every time he stepped out of Colin's reach, or flirted with someone, or ignored Colin to favour a pretty girl with a smile, someone would glare at him. Then, when Santiago joined them on set for another couple of days of filming, Bradley stuck himself firmly to his side, ramping up the flirt-o-meter, both of them knowing it was in good fun.
Then, the glares turned to something close to pity, and Bradley felt like screaming. There was nothing to pity him for. He was happy. He'd be happy, eventually, when he could convince his heart to stop jumping at the sight of Colin, when he could convince himself he didn't want Colin's arms wrapped around him. People seemed to be a little short with Colin, too, though Bradley had no idea what that was all about.
He didn't really care, either, because the comments about leading Colin astray had stopped. No one was accusing him of leading Colin on, now, or of corrupting him. It was brilliant.
The only really difficult thing was avoiding Richard, who seemed determined to take him on one side to talk - which Bradley definitely had no interest in letting happen. He was actually looking forward to going to the club this week, though - no glares, no one to have a go at him, no Colin getting him hot and bothered and leaving him to wank alone, furiously. Life was almost good. And the best bit was that Santiago was playing along with him, giving him someone who was on the same page as him to joke with.
A little part of Bradley acknowledged that he might be trying to make Colin jealous, but he didn't listen to that part very often. Only when he was wanking, and it aided his fantasies.
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The club was packed, and despite sticking to cokes all night - cleverly disguised and Jacks'n'coke - Bradley was feeling buzzed.
It certainly helped that, instead of spending the night glued to the side of a tease, he was dancing with one of the hottest men on Earth. Definitely helped.
Bradley couldn't quite stop himself from glancing at Colin every now and then, pleased to see that not only was he fuming, but he was apparently being rude enough that people weren't looking at him as the same innocent guy they usually did.
Bradley let himself grind up against Santiago, somewhat relieved that they were both soft.
"Is it working?" Santiago shouted in his ear.
"Is what working?" Bradley asked, confused.
"Colin? Does he look ready to explode yet, or should I kiss you? I'm getting kind of tired," Santiago said, and Bradley found himself blushing. Good, maybe it looked as though he'd just been told something filthy.
"Er... he looks kind of pissed off," Bradley shouted back. "So, I don't know. He might think he's too late."
"Oh god," Santiago half muttered, half shouted. "Why did I pull the short straw on this one? Right, let's turn around so you've got your back to him. I'll lean in and look like I'm whispering filthy things to you, and grab your backside, okay?"
"Er... yeah, if you want," Bradley told him, blushing again and ducking his eyes. Oh. Colin was putting his drink down. This might be good. "Make it look like you're gunna kiss me."
"Right," Santiago said, turning them around, mouth right next to Bradley's ear. Bradley felt a hand sliding down his back, reaching to cup his arse, as Santiago whispered nonsense to him. Santiago pulled their crotches together, which was almost enough to illicit a response. "Oh, incoming. Definitely incoming. I'm either about to be punched, or you're going to be knocked out and dragged to his cave. Couldn't tell yo--"
"Bradley!" Colin shouted, sounding as angry as Bradley had ever heard him.
"Colin, mate," Bradley shouted back, turning around so he was still in Santiago's arms, and Santiago's hand was dangerously close to his crotch. Oh. Definitely oh. The look on Colin's face right now - sheer possessive anger - was probably enough to get anyone off. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
Colin wasn't listening. He grabbed Santiago's arm, pretty expertly for someone drinking rum and coke all night, and pushed him backwards.
"You'll piss off if you know what's good for you, mate," Colin all but hissed in Santiago's direction. "He's mine."
"Oh fuck," Bradley said, feeling himself go from vaguely interested to rock hard almost instantly. "Colin... What are you..?"
"Shut the fuck up, Bradley," Colin yelled at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, dancing with him? You're mine, Bradley."
"Fuck yes," Bradley agreed, more turned on than he'd ever been. Colin dragged his eyes from Bradley's own - no doubt blown wide with lust by now - to his crotch, and Bradley wouldn't have been able to resist adjusting his clearly hard cock if The Doctor turned up and offered him the universe.
"Bradley," Colin almost moaned, locking eyes with him again. "Fuck."
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Colin's lips were pressing insistently against Bradley's own, and the whole fucking world was opening up, and there were tongues, and a hard cock was pressed against his own, one hand gripping Bradley's hair almost too tight, but not tight enough, and Bradley was palming Colin's arse. And. It. Was. Amazing.
There was no taste of rum on Colin's tongue - just a taste of coke that matched Bradley's own.
"Fuck, Colin, please," Bradley whined, diving in for another kiss. Then another, because he had no idea how he'd lived his whole life without Colin's mouth, without feeling Colin pressed against him.
"Bradley, Bradley," Colin chanted desperately. "Please don't say it's too fast if we go and fuck now."
"Only if we go home," Bradley told him, enough presence of mind to know he didn't want the first time this happened to be in a smelly bog. And fuck yes, this was only the first time. Bradley was going to make it keep happening.
"Yeah, yeah, come on," Colin said, grabbing Bradley's hand, stealing another kiss, and leading him out of the club.
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"Mm, Bradley," Colin hummed, into his shoulder.
"Morning," Bradley said, turning to face him. "Last night really happened, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Colin grinned, pressing a kiss to the corner of Bradley's mouth. "My arse is sore enough to prove that."
Bradley felt himself blush.
"If I'd have known it could be as simple as making you so jealous you snap, I'd have found a hot bloke to frot against in front of you ages ago," Bradley said, grinning.
"You better not," Colin growled. "Or I'd have been the one bending you over, and you'd have been limping for years."
"Yeah, right," Bradley snorted. "So where do we go from here? Everyone's going to know what we've been up to. It's a bit hard to hide it. And I'm pretty damn certain those bloody looks are going to return. How have you convinced everyone you're a complete innocent?"
"Er... They're not convinced any more. Richard kind of lectured me about leading you on, and breaking your heart. In front of everyone."
"Really? What did he say?" Bradley asked, curious.
"Just that you'd ranted at him for a while about hating being lead on. And about never having been with a man before. That you'd all but admitted the only thing stopping you from falling for me was my own inability to tell you the truth about what I wanted, and that if I didn't want to lose you, I'd better stop playing games. It was... eye opening, to say the least. And I really am sorry. I just... I sort of liked it, you know? Getting you hot and bothered, then seeing you squirm when people acted like you were the one pursuing this."
"You may have liked it, but I definitely didn't."
"Well, it won't happen again. I promise."
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It didn't happen again. There were times, though, when Colin would act completely innocent and Bradley would be told off for being crass.
Luckily, no one ever caught on to what was happening under the table.
Except for Richard, and his eyebrow, of course.
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This fic is in response to this prompt on KMM1: RPF, Bradley/Colin, Bradley feeling upset/jealous Colin is the golden boy on set and everyone loves him while they all tend to think badly of him (Bradley) and he always gets blamed for everything - especially "leading poor innocent Colin astray". Some notsoinnocent!Colin would be awesome.
2607 words.
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It was such a joke! People took one look at Colin, his wide eyes and big smile, and just... liked him. Instantly. He was like a puppy, or something. People assumed he was innocent and sweet.
Only Bradley knew better, and that was the crux of the problem. Because Colin wasn't innocent. Not even slightly.
It's just that... nobody else on set seems to get it. They all think Bradley's the one flirting with Colin, and he's had so many people come up to up, telling him to stop, reminding him that if he breaks Colin's heart: that's it. Show's over.
It's not that Bradley wants to ruin it or anything - he knew exactly where each and every one of his marbles were, thank you very much - but the thing is... he's getting to his breaking point.
Take last night, for example. They'd gone out to a club, and were sat around a table. Officially, there was nothing between them. Sure, Bradley had a crush on Colin about a mile wide, and it was fairly obvious that it was returned. But they'd never talked about it, because Bradley really wasn't sure he could take actually being in a relationship with him if just flirting was so difficult.
But everyone expected them to sit together and nobody batted an eye when Colin slung his arm around Bradley. It was just what they did, and it was so sweet that Colin always needed some sort of reassurance that Bradley wasn't about to go off and dance with someone else. As the night progressed, Colin's hand moved from around Bradley's shoulder to his lap.
As soon as Bradley felt Colin reaching for his zipper, Bradley stood up. "Not here, Colin, for god's sake."
Colin looked at him, wounded, and Bradley felt the glares of everyone around the table turn to him.
"Fuck, Cols," Bradley said, as quietly as he could. "Let's go home, yeah? You can do that at home. When there's... no one to see."
Colin suddenly grinned, but the glares didn't lessen. Bradley was always leading Colin astray, wasn't he? Never mind that Colin was the dirtiest minded bloke Bradley had ever met, or that Bradley was the one here who was actually innocent.
"Nah," Colin replied, grin widening. "I'm... you know, feeling nervous. We're going too fast."
"Oh, fuck this!" Bradley snapped, angry at the sudden Chinese whispers, the way Angel was putting her arm protectively around Colin's shoulders, as if she could stop Bradley from rushing him. "I'm going home. And if you idiots can't see that Colin is the perv here - that I've never even had sex with a bloke, never mind lead one astray - then you're all idiots. Colin, if you want to keep up this innocent act, do it with another bloke, yeah? I can't cope with this anymore."
And so, Bradley went home alone, and tried to sleep the anger and disappointment off.
Which lead him to now.
"...and I think it was really unfair of you to shout at him like that, Bradley," Richard was telling him. "He's a sweet boy, and we all know you've got more experience than him. Just... go softly."
"Oh, for god's sake. You don't even know what happened. You're all so caught up in his innocent bullshit that you can't see it - Richard, he was trying to give me a hand job. In front of everyone. I'm not a prude, but I don't want my first experience with a man - especially with a man I'm dangerously close to loving, and would be in love with if he wasn't constantly making me feel like a piece of shit - I don't want my first time doing anything to be a hand job. Not in a club, surrounded by my colleagues. I want... He's not even kissed me yet, dammit! You all act like this is some big joke to me, like I'll hurt him. Well - you're all morons. It's a joke to him. He doesn't give a shit about me, or how he's effecting me, and none of you can open your eyes wide enough to see you're judging the wrong man. Well, that's it. I'm officially done with Colin Morgan, and fuck what the lot of you think!"
Bradley didn't wait around long enough to see what Richard thought of that, storming off to hang around with his stunt double, learning new fight moves. He began to let off some steam, and finally came to a resolve.
He'd meant everything he'd said to Richard. He couldn't cope with the hot and cold Colin was blowing his way, not any more. It wasn't the first time he'd been attracted to a bloke; far from it. But Colin was the first man to truly worm his way under Bradley's skin, to really make him want to act on his desires, and sod denying everything.
Bradley would just have to keep on denying for a little longer.
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"So, Richard had a talk with me," Colin began, sounding a little sheepish. "And I want to say tha-"
"I don't want to hear it," Bradley said, stiffly. "You've had your fun. Mess with the straight guy's head. Yeah. Very funny. Well don't worry about it. We'll forget all about it."
"Straight? You're the least straight man I've ever met," Colin scoffed, a little harshly.
"Not according to all the loving girlfriends I've had," Bradley said, telling himself to keep calm, and to make sure Colin knew this game he was playing was not on, and Bradley wanted out. Of the game. Not the closet.
"Yeah, we-"
"Colin, mate," Bradley started, keeping his ton perfectly friendly, and devoid of any of the flirtation he usually let bleed through. "It was a lark, right? Pretending to be gay for each other. The fans'll love it, if they ever catch wind. But it was just that - a lark. We don't really fancy each other. We can stop pretending now, because a joke is only good for so long, and I'm not willing to put up with the bullshit from the rest of the cast any more."
"But it's not a-"
"I honestly don't care whether you tell me it was or wasn't a joke," Bradley bit out, feeling his own heart break, but desperately glad Colin had no idea what he was thinking. And hey - now the cast and crew would be able to base their remarks on fact, instead of rose tinted fiction. Brilliant. "Because to me, that's what it was. It's all very well and good pretending to lead you astray, but we both know there's no real attraction here. If anyone fancies anyone, it's not returned. We should just keep it as we are. Good mates."
"Right, mates," Colin said, stiffly, and Bradley resolutely did not crumble. He wasn't putting up with it anymore. "Yeah, good. That's good. So... no pretending to fancy the pants off each other any more? What'll we do for fun?"
"Well, I've got a lot of pranks I've been thinking up," Bradley said, finally turning to face Colin properly. "We could try a few of those. I'm thinking we could try and trip up the rest of the cast about which Julius is which?"
"Oh, excellent," Colin grinned. "Let's start planning."
*
The last week had been... strange, to say the least.
For the first couple of days, Bradley was followed by glares. Every time he stepped out of Colin's reach, or flirted with someone, or ignored Colin to favour a pretty girl with a smile, someone would glare at him. Then, when Santiago joined them on set for another couple of days of filming, Bradley stuck himself firmly to his side, ramping up the flirt-o-meter, both of them knowing it was in good fun.
Then, the glares turned to something close to pity, and Bradley felt like screaming. There was nothing to pity him for. He was happy. He'd be happy, eventually, when he could convince his heart to stop jumping at the sight of Colin, when he could convince himself he didn't want Colin's arms wrapped around him. People seemed to be a little short with Colin, too, though Bradley had no idea what that was all about.
He didn't really care, either, because the comments about leading Colin astray had stopped. No one was accusing him of leading Colin on, now, or of corrupting him. It was brilliant.
The only really difficult thing was avoiding Richard, who seemed determined to take him on one side to talk - which Bradley definitely had no interest in letting happen. He was actually looking forward to going to the club this week, though - no glares, no one to have a go at him, no Colin getting him hot and bothered and leaving him to wank alone, furiously. Life was almost good. And the best bit was that Santiago was playing along with him, giving him someone who was on the same page as him to joke with.
A little part of Bradley acknowledged that he might be trying to make Colin jealous, but he didn't listen to that part very often. Only when he was wanking, and it aided his fantasies.
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The club was packed, and despite sticking to cokes all night - cleverly disguised and Jacks'n'coke - Bradley was feeling buzzed.
It certainly helped that, instead of spending the night glued to the side of a tease, he was dancing with one of the hottest men on Earth. Definitely helped.
Bradley couldn't quite stop himself from glancing at Colin every now and then, pleased to see that not only was he fuming, but he was apparently being rude enough that people weren't looking at him as the same innocent guy they usually did.
Bradley let himself grind up against Santiago, somewhat relieved that they were both soft.
"Is it working?" Santiago shouted in his ear.
"Is what working?" Bradley asked, confused.
"Colin? Does he look ready to explode yet, or should I kiss you? I'm getting kind of tired," Santiago said, and Bradley found himself blushing. Good, maybe it looked as though he'd just been told something filthy.
"Er... he looks kind of pissed off," Bradley shouted back. "So, I don't know. He might think he's too late."
"Oh god," Santiago half muttered, half shouted. "Why did I pull the short straw on this one? Right, let's turn around so you've got your back to him. I'll lean in and look like I'm whispering filthy things to you, and grab your backside, okay?"
"Er... yeah, if you want," Bradley told him, blushing again and ducking his eyes. Oh. Colin was putting his drink down. This might be good. "Make it look like you're gunna kiss me."
"Right," Santiago said, turning them around, mouth right next to Bradley's ear. Bradley felt a hand sliding down his back, reaching to cup his arse, as Santiago whispered nonsense to him. Santiago pulled their crotches together, which was almost enough to illicit a response. "Oh, incoming. Definitely incoming. I'm either about to be punched, or you're going to be knocked out and dragged to his cave. Couldn't tell yo--"
"Bradley!" Colin shouted, sounding as angry as Bradley had ever heard him.
"Colin, mate," Bradley shouted back, turning around so he was still in Santiago's arms, and Santiago's hand was dangerously close to his crotch. Oh. Definitely oh. The look on Colin's face right now - sheer possessive anger - was probably enough to get anyone off. "Can't you see I'm busy?"
Colin wasn't listening. He grabbed Santiago's arm, pretty expertly for someone drinking rum and coke all night, and pushed him backwards.
"You'll piss off if you know what's good for you, mate," Colin all but hissed in Santiago's direction. "He's mine."
"Oh fuck," Bradley said, feeling himself go from vaguely interested to rock hard almost instantly. "Colin... What are you..?"
"Shut the fuck up, Bradley," Colin yelled at him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, dancing with him? You're mine, Bradley."
"Fuck yes," Bradley agreed, more turned on than he'd ever been. Colin dragged his eyes from Bradley's own - no doubt blown wide with lust by now - to his crotch, and Bradley wouldn't have been able to resist adjusting his clearly hard cock if The Doctor turned up and offered him the universe.
"Bradley," Colin almost moaned, locking eyes with him again. "Fuck."
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Colin's lips were pressing insistently against Bradley's own, and the whole fucking world was opening up, and there were tongues, and a hard cock was pressed against his own, one hand gripping Bradley's hair almost too tight, but not tight enough, and Bradley was palming Colin's arse. And. It. Was. Amazing.
There was no taste of rum on Colin's tongue - just a taste of coke that matched Bradley's own.
"Fuck, Colin, please," Bradley whined, diving in for another kiss. Then another, because he had no idea how he'd lived his whole life without Colin's mouth, without feeling Colin pressed against him.
"Bradley, Bradley," Colin chanted desperately. "Please don't say it's too fast if we go and fuck now."
"Only if we go home," Bradley told him, enough presence of mind to know he didn't want the first time this happened to be in a smelly bog. And fuck yes, this was only the first time. Bradley was going to make it keep happening.
"Yeah, yeah, come on," Colin said, grabbing Bradley's hand, stealing another kiss, and leading him out of the club.
*
"Mm, Bradley," Colin hummed, into his shoulder.
"Morning," Bradley said, turning to face him. "Last night really happened, didn't it?"
"Yeah," Colin grinned, pressing a kiss to the corner of Bradley's mouth. "My arse is sore enough to prove that."
Bradley felt himself blush.
"If I'd have known it could be as simple as making you so jealous you snap, I'd have found a hot bloke to frot against in front of you ages ago," Bradley said, grinning.
"You better not," Colin growled. "Or I'd have been the one bending you over, and you'd have been limping for years."
"Yeah, right," Bradley snorted. "So where do we go from here? Everyone's going to know what we've been up to. It's a bit hard to hide it. And I'm pretty damn certain those bloody looks are going to return. How have you convinced everyone you're a complete innocent?"
"Er... They're not convinced any more. Richard kind of lectured me about leading you on, and breaking your heart. In front of everyone."
"Really? What did he say?" Bradley asked, curious.
"Just that you'd ranted at him for a while about hating being lead on. And about never having been with a man before. That you'd all but admitted the only thing stopping you from falling for me was my own inability to tell you the truth about what I wanted, and that if I didn't want to lose you, I'd better stop playing games. It was... eye opening, to say the least. And I really am sorry. I just... I sort of liked it, you know? Getting you hot and bothered, then seeing you squirm when people acted like you were the one pursuing this."
"You may have liked it, but I definitely didn't."
"Well, it won't happen again. I promise."
*
It didn't happen again. There were times, though, when Colin would act completely innocent and Bradley would be told off for being crass.
Luckily, no one ever caught on to what was happening under the table.
Except for Richard, and his eyebrow, of course.