fourth.
title: kind of like, smitten
rating: pg
pairing: Bradley/Colin
summary: Colin has been spending an awful lot of time with Rupert lately. Bradley does not approve.
notes: standard disclaimers apply, this is completely made up, fictional, etc. This is for myfoolisheart who wanted me to write something else besides Rupert/Colin, the new OTP and you know it.
"So," Bradley says at lunch. "You and Rupert."
Colin blinks. He is wary first and then confused before finally a slow smile stretches across his face. He twirls his fork around the tendrils of his pasta and it clinks against the cool ceramic of his plate.
"What about me and Rupert?" he asks carefully. He times a pause and then looks up, and sure enough there is a hint of irritation in the curl of Bradley's lips.
Bradley hunches his shoulders, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. It's a bad habit but not completely as ridiculous as his tendency to invade Colin's personal space and pick food out of Colin's plate with his fingers.
"I noticed you two have been spending an awful lot of time together." Bradley tells him, biting his lip and flushing all the way to his ears. It could be an effect of the weather, though -- they've been having some warm afternoons lately, smeared with too much color.
"Mmm." Colin says. It's best to sound noncomittal so that Bradley can just retreat after he loses interest. Colin starts idly picking at his food and wonders how long he can keep up the charade with Bradley sitting at his side and leaning all too close. He supposes this is true, he and Rupert have been spending more time together lately. But it isn't that big of a deal like Bradley is making it out to be. The most they do together is leaf through comic books and swap DVDs. Both of them recognise certain universal truths, that there is only one trilogy and that is the franchise Harrison Ford has been in, playing a space pirate in love with a princess with aerodynamic hair. Bradley's limited range of interests offer no avenue for discussion. He's an affable guy, funny, dripping with charm, but all he knows about Star Wars are the cool, shiny lightsabers.
Colin likes them both to varying degrees and Bradley is easily his favourite but. But sometimes variety is good.
Bradley adds, "And you don't sit with me at lunch. Not anymore." He nods his head to emphasise his point and Colin has to stifle his laughter at Bradley's ridiculous behavior, at the way their knees are touching under the table and Bradley is suddenly cupping the curve of his elbow, seizing him in a firm grip.
"You're amused." Bradley says, sounding a little hurt. His shoulders slump and he lets go of Colin's arm.
Colin takes pity on him, contemplates giving him a hug. Instead he sighs and gives Bradley his full attention, taking in his bad posture and his miserable pout. "I sit with you at lunch," he reminds Bradley. "Don't be ridiculous."
Bradley rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Not quite as often. Not anymore," he says weakly.
"Are you jealous?" Colin asks. He has to bite his lip to rein in his laughter. He likes to keep the gears in Bradley's head turning because while Bradley has the depth of a small puddle the great thing about him is that he is so painfully obvious and forward. It's actually pretty endearing even though some of the things that come out of his mouth has Colin rolling his eyes and slapping his forehead in disbelief.
Bradley flushes and then leans away. He gives Colin enough room to breathe as he starts gesticulating wildly. "Me? Jealous?" he scoffs, arm narrowly missing Colin's head. "No. Don't be stupid. I'm just, you know." He shifts a bit in his seat, thrusting his hands back under the table, looking up at Colin shyly. "I'm just worried, that's all." he mumbles.
"Worried about what exactly?" Colin asks. "You don't think," He widens his eyes, speaking next in a stage whisper. "Oh my god Bradley you don't think Rupert's out to subject me to his depravity?"
Bradley looks mildly alarmed. "Well you hardly know the bloke, who's to say he's not above touching you in your sleep?"
"Somnophilia."
"What?"
"It's a sleeping fetish." Colin says, then waves a hand. "I doubt he's sexually deviant. Anyway, forget it, it's nothing."
Bradley frowns but continues. "We used to be so close." He sighs mournfully. "Now you're all Rupert this, Rupert that! Well I've had enough of it, really! The man may pull off the shaggy unshaven look and smell kind of nice but that's not enough reason for you to like him more than you like me. Damnit, I'm bloody Prince Arthur, Colin, and he's what, dispensible Knight# 5!"
"Actually his character's name is Sir Leon." Colin quips helpfully. "And he's contracted for another three seasons."
"I know, Colin." Bradley rolls his eyes. "I was simply trying to emphasise a point. No need to correct me like you always do."
Colin laughs. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too widely. "I think Angel is waving you over to her table." he says, finally. He waves back at her and feels Bradley stare at him for a long moment, unmoving. A whole minute passes. Finally, Bradley sighs, climbing up to his feet noisily and pocketing his hand.
"See you around Bradley." Colin says a little too cheerfully.
"Yeah, well." Bradley snorts. "We do have a scene together later on. In addition to the other fifty million we have--"
"No, I meant at lunch," Colin says, cutting him off. "Tomorrow."
"Oh." Bradley says. There is a pause and his cheeks flush an attractive shade of red. Bradley laughs, nodding his head and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"See you, then. Morgan." He says, kicking at a spot on the floor and leaving a streak with the point of his boot. His eyes shine, there is a definite gleeful skip in his step, and when he is halfway across the room to Angel's table, Colin shakes his head and turns back to his food, giggling.
"What was that about?" Rupert asks, tucking himself into the table and putting down his food tray.
"Oh, you know," Colin waves a hand. "The usual." He doesn't have to look up to know Rupert is frowning in confusion.
"He thinks we're spending too much time together?"
"Yeah." Colin says. "It's hilarious. He thinks you might want to touch me in my sleep. "
Rupert's mouth twitches perceptibly. "I'm not sexually deviant."
"I know." Colin nods. "It's okay."
Rupert blinks. "Right, well," he continues, shaking his head, "You might want to tell him you're nuts for him because judging from the way he's looking at me right now he may be more than a little nuts. For you." he adds meaningfully.
"Maybe." Colin says after a moment. He picks up a wad of spaghetti with his fork. "But it's more fun this way, isn't it?"
"I guess," Rupert concedes feebly. He slumps in his seat and ignores Bradley giving him the stinkeye from halfway across the room, digging into his mashed potatoes.
rating: pg
pairing: Bradley/Colin
summary: Colin has been spending an awful lot of time with Rupert lately. Bradley does not approve.
notes: standard disclaimers apply, this is completely made up, fictional, etc. This is for myfoolisheart who wanted me to write something else besides Rupert/Colin, the new OTP and you know it.
"So," Bradley says at lunch. "You and Rupert."
Colin blinks. He is wary first and then confused before finally a slow smile stretches across his face. He twirls his fork around the tendrils of his pasta and it clinks against the cool ceramic of his plate.
"What about me and Rupert?" he asks carefully. He times a pause and then looks up, and sure enough there is a hint of irritation in the curl of Bradley's lips.
Bradley hunches his shoulders, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. It's a bad habit but not completely as ridiculous as his tendency to invade Colin's personal space and pick food out of Colin's plate with his fingers.
"I noticed you two have been spending an awful lot of time together." Bradley tells him, biting his lip and flushing all the way to his ears. It could be an effect of the weather, though -- they've been having some warm afternoons lately, smeared with too much color.
"Mmm." Colin says. It's best to sound noncomittal so that Bradley can just retreat after he loses interest. Colin starts idly picking at his food and wonders how long he can keep up the charade with Bradley sitting at his side and leaning all too close. He supposes this is true, he and Rupert have been spending more time together lately. But it isn't that big of a deal like Bradley is making it out to be. The most they do together is leaf through comic books and swap DVDs. Both of them recognise certain universal truths, that there is only one trilogy and that is the franchise Harrison Ford has been in, playing a space pirate in love with a princess with aerodynamic hair. Bradley's limited range of interests offer no avenue for discussion. He's an affable guy, funny, dripping with charm, but all he knows about Star Wars are the cool, shiny lightsabers.
Colin likes them both to varying degrees and Bradley is easily his favourite but. But sometimes variety is good.
Bradley adds, "And you don't sit with me at lunch. Not anymore." He nods his head to emphasise his point and Colin has to stifle his laughter at Bradley's ridiculous behavior, at the way their knees are touching under the table and Bradley is suddenly cupping the curve of his elbow, seizing him in a firm grip.
"You're amused." Bradley says, sounding a little hurt. His shoulders slump and he lets go of Colin's arm.
Colin takes pity on him, contemplates giving him a hug. Instead he sighs and gives Bradley his full attention, taking in his bad posture and his miserable pout. "I sit with you at lunch," he reminds Bradley. "Don't be ridiculous."
Bradley rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Not quite as often. Not anymore," he says weakly.
"Are you jealous?" Colin asks. He has to bite his lip to rein in his laughter. He likes to keep the gears in Bradley's head turning because while Bradley has the depth of a small puddle the great thing about him is that he is so painfully obvious and forward. It's actually pretty endearing even though some of the things that come out of his mouth has Colin rolling his eyes and slapping his forehead in disbelief.
Bradley flushes and then leans away. He gives Colin enough room to breathe as he starts gesticulating wildly. "Me? Jealous?" he scoffs, arm narrowly missing Colin's head. "No. Don't be stupid. I'm just, you know." He shifts a bit in his seat, thrusting his hands back under the table, looking up at Colin shyly. "I'm just worried, that's all." he mumbles.
"Worried about what exactly?" Colin asks. "You don't think," He widens his eyes, speaking next in a stage whisper. "Oh my god Bradley you don't think Rupert's out to subject me to his depravity?"
Bradley looks mildly alarmed. "Well you hardly know the bloke, who's to say he's not above touching you in your sleep?"
"Somnophilia."
"What?"
"It's a sleeping fetish." Colin says, then waves a hand. "I doubt he's sexually deviant. Anyway, forget it, it's nothing."
Bradley frowns but continues. "We used to be so close." He sighs mournfully. "Now you're all Rupert this, Rupert that! Well I've had enough of it, really! The man may pull off the shaggy unshaven look and smell kind of nice but that's not enough reason for you to like him more than you like me. Damnit, I'm bloody Prince Arthur, Colin, and he's what, dispensible Knight# 5!"
"Actually his character's name is Sir Leon." Colin quips helpfully. "And he's contracted for another three seasons."
"I know, Colin." Bradley rolls his eyes. "I was simply trying to emphasise a point. No need to correct me like you always do."
Colin laughs. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too widely. "I think Angel is waving you over to her table." he says, finally. He waves back at her and feels Bradley stare at him for a long moment, unmoving. A whole minute passes. Finally, Bradley sighs, climbing up to his feet noisily and pocketing his hand.
"See you around Bradley." Colin says a little too cheerfully.
"Yeah, well." Bradley snorts. "We do have a scene together later on. In addition to the other fifty million we have--"
"No, I meant at lunch," Colin says, cutting him off. "Tomorrow."
"Oh." Bradley says. There is a pause and his cheeks flush an attractive shade of red. Bradley laughs, nodding his head and rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"See you, then. Morgan." He says, kicking at a spot on the floor and leaving a streak with the point of his boot. His eyes shine, there is a definite gleeful skip in his step, and when he is halfway across the room to Angel's table, Colin shakes his head and turns back to his food, giggling.
"What was that about?" Rupert asks, tucking himself into the table and putting down his food tray.
"Oh, you know," Colin waves a hand. "The usual." He doesn't have to look up to know Rupert is frowning in confusion.
"He thinks we're spending too much time together?"
"Yeah." Colin says. "It's hilarious. He thinks you might want to touch me in my sleep. "
Rupert's mouth twitches perceptibly. "I'm not sexually deviant."
"I know." Colin nods. "It's okay."
Rupert blinks. "Right, well," he continues, shaking his head, "You might want to tell him you're nuts for him because judging from the way he's looking at me right now he may be more than a little nuts. For you." he adds meaningfully.
"Maybe." Colin says after a moment. He picks up a wad of spaghetti with his fork. "But it's more fun this way, isn't it?"
"I guess," Rupert concedes feebly. He slumps in his seat and ignores Bradley giving him the stinkeye from halfway across the room, digging into his mashed potatoes.