No, it's not. It's a step in the direction of HELL.
Well this week has been pretty speshul. First of all I get left to watch over babies drunk (and what were my cousins thinking? Seriously!) and then there is snow. I hate snow. As anyone who knew me during those three long, torturous Aizu winters knows, I hate snow. So that was fun. Although I did get a day off on Monday, because I happened to live in the worst affected area of London. And the trains still aren’t back to normal so the trip into work on Tuesday was both epic and hair-raising.
And now this. This I blame mostly on the boys for just. Damn well. Being so gay. And secondly I blame cienna who FORCED ME to write this. Dammit. Please don’t think any less of me.
Title: Under Duress
Rating: 15-ish.
Words: 1,153
Summary: Bradley James/Colin Morgan. Yes, you read that right. I was bullied and coerced into writing RPS. Spork my own eyes out and feed me to the devil. Seriously. You have no idea how much I hate myself for writing this. It was all inspired by these photos of the boys at the Radio Times party thingie. Because we all know why Bradley's tie was askew and his hair such a mess. Hm.
.Under Duress.
Bradley hissed, "Colin, get off. We're supposed to be having photos," and had this whole sentence ready about how this was a really bad idea and everything, except Colin interrupted him with a truly obscene kiss and long fingers playing at his tie.
"We won't take long," he whispered, then grinned. "Well, you won't take long. You never do."
"Hey!" Bradley objected, pushing at Colin's shoulder even as he tilted his head back against the wall so that Colin could get to his neck more easily, could reach that spot just under his ear that Bradley . Not that he was going to tell Colin that.
"You know it's true," Colin breathed, warm on his neck, and Bradley sighed because, seriously, what was he supposed to do?
"If I look a mess in the photos and my mum has a go at me I'm telling her it's all your fault," Bradley grumbled, but couldn't seem to stop his hands grasping at Colin's shirt and pulling him closer.
He felt more than heard Colin laugh and was about to tell Colin that if they were doing this then they had better hurry up about it when he heard the bathroom door open and someone come in saying, "Mr. James? Mr. Morgan?" At which point Colin looked up and mouthed "Shit!" and jumped up onto the toilet seat.
Colin held onto his shoulders and pointed at the door. "What?" Bradley mouthed back. Colin leaned forward and whispered, "Answer them," right in his ear, which really did not help. Rolling his eyes (and shaking himself, because he refused to sound like a horny teenager when speaking to random people, whatever some people might say about him always sounding like a horny teenager) Bradley called, "Yeah, I'm in here. I won't be long."
"Have you seen Mr. Morgan?" they asked, and Bradley turned round to look at Colin, who was grinning a bit insanely, and replied, "Nope. Not seen him at all. Try the girl's toilets. He might have got confused."
And Bradley felt smugly satisfied at Colin's completely unattractive pouty frown.
"Okay," the stranger said after a short pause, where Bradley supposed he was trying to work out if he was being serious or not. "We're doing the photos in a couple of minutes so if you see him," he said.
Bradley just nodded, "Yeah," and then, finally, he heard the door close and Colin whispered, "Bastard!"
"You're the one assaulting me in a toilet!" Bradley shot back, watching as Colin climbed carefully down off the seat. "We have to go," he said, trying to sound firm, but thought it probably came out more like a question because Colin still had his hands on his shoulders and was sort of rubbing there and it was kind of nice. The git.
"Fine, fine," Colin sighed, and Bradley was going to unlock the door and leave, he really was, but Colin looked sort of unhappy and, well, it was just logical that he should cheer him up for the photo shoot, so he pushed Colin back against the bathroom wall and snogged the life out of him.
Colin made a really funny surprised noise but opened his mouth and ran his tongue all the way along Bradley's bottom lip and pulled their hips together so Bradley counted it a victory. He was pretty sure, though, if they'd been any closer they would have been grinding against each other by now and half way to coming in their pants in a bathroom in London and oh God that was really hot.
And they really had to stop because things were getting out of hand and Colin’s hands were running through his hair and twisting it and grabbing at it, which could not be a good thing considering how long Bradley had spent styling it that afternoon. But he just couldn't seem to stop, or really even let up, what with the kissing and the noises and the whole oh-fuck-we-need-to-not-be-doing-this-here-my-mum's-going-to-kill-me aspect. So Bradley leaned in closer, putting his hands on Colin's hips and scratching at the fabric there and very much wanting to get under his shirt.
"We should," Colin tried hoarsely, and Bradley kissed him and pushed him back so Colin's head clunked a bit against the wall and then pushed some more until their bodies were flush and Bradley had not noticed how hot it was before. Odd. Or maybe not so odd, being fully clothed and squashed up against another person and having Colin breathing warm, champagne-y breathes against his cheek.
"You started this," Bradley accused, shoving him hips against Colin's and then running his teeth along Colin's jaw and watching as he scrunched his eyes shut and his lips parted and feeling as he pushed back.
"Ur," he groaned, arching into Bradley's hands and Bradley had just about given up the fight, and was just about to invite himself into Colin's trousers when he heard several raised voices outside.
At that moment Colin froze too, and they both looked at each other with wide eyes because, yes, that was definitely the guy from before and some other people from the magazine and they seemed to be having an argument about Colin's mysterious disappearance.
"Hide!" Bradley said, to which Colin gave him a sort of pained look.
"We're in a toilet cubicle. I’d very much like to know where I’m supposed to hide?" he scoffed and shifted about, sighing and clenching and unclenching his fists a few times. Bradley could sympathise. He felt like he was going to commit violent acts on the bastards interrupting them too.
With some not small amount of difficulty and frustration Bradley stepped back as the noise drew closer so that Colin had room to step back up onto the toilet. He whispered, "Tell them you're ill or something," and Bradley was going to tell him to sod off and but then the door opened and it was all Bradley could do not to tell them to sod off.
"Mr. James?" came the voice, and Bradley replied, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming," and really really wasn't thinking about how very much he wasn't and probably not anytime soon.
"We can't find Mr. Morgan," someone said, and to save everyone any more trouble Bradley told them, "I'll text him. Let him know we're starting. Don't worry about it. I'm sure he's around here somewhere." Which Bradley thought was a little bit genius, and Colin must have thought it wasn't bad either because he squeezed the back of Bradley’s neck lightly in a way that promised he would make it all up to him later.
Bradley grinned.
And if Colin mysteriously came out of the toilet a few minutes after Bradley had, when he purportedly hadn't been in there before, and if Bradley sort of looked a bit dishevelled, well, no one said anything. And Bradley wouldn't have cared if they had.
.End.
If your comment is along the lines of, "You sicko! You need taking out and shooting!" Don't worry. I already know. Otherwise, comment and concrit away!
And now this. This I blame mostly on the boys for just. Damn well. Being so gay. And secondly I blame cienna who FORCED ME to write this. Dammit. Please don’t think any less of me.
Title: Under Duress
Rating: 15-ish.
Words: 1,153
Summary: Bradley James/Colin Morgan. Yes, you read that right. I was bullied and coerced into writing RPS. Spork my own eyes out and feed me to the devil. Seriously. You have no idea how much I hate myself for writing this. It was all inspired by these photos of the boys at the Radio Times party thingie. Because we all know why Bradley's tie was askew and his hair such a mess. Hm.
.Under Duress.
Bradley hissed, "Colin, get off. We're supposed to be having photos," and had this whole sentence ready about how this was a really bad idea and everything, except Colin interrupted him with a truly obscene kiss and long fingers playing at his tie.
"We won't take long," he whispered, then grinned. "Well, you won't take long. You never do."
"Hey!" Bradley objected, pushing at Colin's shoulder even as he tilted his head back against the wall so that Colin could get to his neck more easily, could reach that spot just under his ear that Bradley . Not that he was going to tell Colin that.
"You know it's true," Colin breathed, warm on his neck, and Bradley sighed because, seriously, what was he supposed to do?
"If I look a mess in the photos and my mum has a go at me I'm telling her it's all your fault," Bradley grumbled, but couldn't seem to stop his hands grasping at Colin's shirt and pulling him closer.
He felt more than heard Colin laugh and was about to tell Colin that if they were doing this then they had better hurry up about it when he heard the bathroom door open and someone come in saying, "Mr. James? Mr. Morgan?" At which point Colin looked up and mouthed "Shit!" and jumped up onto the toilet seat.
Colin held onto his shoulders and pointed at the door. "What?" Bradley mouthed back. Colin leaned forward and whispered, "Answer them," right in his ear, which really did not help. Rolling his eyes (and shaking himself, because he refused to sound like a horny teenager when speaking to random people, whatever some people might say about him always sounding like a horny teenager) Bradley called, "Yeah, I'm in here. I won't be long."
"Have you seen Mr. Morgan?" they asked, and Bradley turned round to look at Colin, who was grinning a bit insanely, and replied, "Nope. Not seen him at all. Try the girl's toilets. He might have got confused."
And Bradley felt smugly satisfied at Colin's completely unattractive pouty frown.
"Okay," the stranger said after a short pause, where Bradley supposed he was trying to work out if he was being serious or not. "We're doing the photos in a couple of minutes so if you see him," he said.
Bradley just nodded, "Yeah," and then, finally, he heard the door close and Colin whispered, "Bastard!"
"You're the one assaulting me in a toilet!" Bradley shot back, watching as Colin climbed carefully down off the seat. "We have to go," he said, trying to sound firm, but thought it probably came out more like a question because Colin still had his hands on his shoulders and was sort of rubbing there and it was kind of nice. The git.
"Fine, fine," Colin sighed, and Bradley was going to unlock the door and leave, he really was, but Colin looked sort of unhappy and, well, it was just logical that he should cheer him up for the photo shoot, so he pushed Colin back against the bathroom wall and snogged the life out of him.
Colin made a really funny surprised noise but opened his mouth and ran his tongue all the way along Bradley's bottom lip and pulled their hips together so Bradley counted it a victory. He was pretty sure, though, if they'd been any closer they would have been grinding against each other by now and half way to coming in their pants in a bathroom in London and oh God that was really hot.
And they really had to stop because things were getting out of hand and Colin’s hands were running through his hair and twisting it and grabbing at it, which could not be a good thing considering how long Bradley had spent styling it that afternoon. But he just couldn't seem to stop, or really even let up, what with the kissing and the noises and the whole oh-fuck-we-need-to-not-be-doing-this-here-my-mum's-going-to-kill-me aspect. So Bradley leaned in closer, putting his hands on Colin's hips and scratching at the fabric there and very much wanting to get under his shirt.
"We should," Colin tried hoarsely, and Bradley kissed him and pushed him back so Colin's head clunked a bit against the wall and then pushed some more until their bodies were flush and Bradley had not noticed how hot it was before. Odd. Or maybe not so odd, being fully clothed and squashed up against another person and having Colin breathing warm, champagne-y breathes against his cheek.
"You started this," Bradley accused, shoving him hips against Colin's and then running his teeth along Colin's jaw and watching as he scrunched his eyes shut and his lips parted and feeling as he pushed back.
"Ur," he groaned, arching into Bradley's hands and Bradley had just about given up the fight, and was just about to invite himself into Colin's trousers when he heard several raised voices outside.
At that moment Colin froze too, and they both looked at each other with wide eyes because, yes, that was definitely the guy from before and some other people from the magazine and they seemed to be having an argument about Colin's mysterious disappearance.
"Hide!" Bradley said, to which Colin gave him a sort of pained look.
"We're in a toilet cubicle. I’d very much like to know where I’m supposed to hide?" he scoffed and shifted about, sighing and clenching and unclenching his fists a few times. Bradley could sympathise. He felt like he was going to commit violent acts on the bastards interrupting them too.
With some not small amount of difficulty and frustration Bradley stepped back as the noise drew closer so that Colin had room to step back up onto the toilet. He whispered, "Tell them you're ill or something," and Bradley was going to tell him to sod off and but then the door opened and it was all Bradley could do not to tell them to sod off.
"Mr. James?" came the voice, and Bradley replied, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming," and really really wasn't thinking about how very much he wasn't and probably not anytime soon.
"We can't find Mr. Morgan," someone said, and to save everyone any more trouble Bradley told them, "I'll text him. Let him know we're starting. Don't worry about it. I'm sure he's around here somewhere." Which Bradley thought was a little bit genius, and Colin must have thought it wasn't bad either because he squeezed the back of Bradley’s neck lightly in a way that promised he would make it all up to him later.
Bradley grinned.
And if Colin mysteriously came out of the toilet a few minutes after Bradley had, when he purportedly hadn't been in there before, and if Bradley sort of looked a bit dishevelled, well, no one said anything. And Bradley wouldn't have cared if they had.
.End.
If your comment is along the lines of, "You sicko! You need taking out and shooting!" Don't worry. I already know. Otherwise, comment and concrit away!