A Beard (In A Moment of Passion) - NC-17 - Bradley/Colin (Written with thisissirius)
Title: A Beard (In A Moment of Passion)
Written with: The lovely thisissirius
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: P FOR PORN (LET'S BLAME SIRI)
Warnings: Bradley looking like a Shakespearean hobo, explicit sex
Notes: thisissirius and I both think sex scenes are swell but CANNOT WRITE THEM, except, well, we were both spazzing about the Christmas Lights Switch-on in Cardiff and our doubly bearded boys. (Colin wins the beard-off, may we say? Forever. Bradley looks lovely but silly at this point. Then again, we are both staunch Colin girls, so we are biased.) So after a late-night deliriously giddy Gchat session we were just like "HAH HAH WE'RE WRITING BEARD PORN". The title is based off a quote by G. K. Chesterton (thanks for helping us find it, google!) that says "You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion." Wise man, that Chesterton. Bradley James needs to listen to him.
We blame myfoolisheart. For everything. This includes global warming.
Bradley had seen Colin scruffy. He knew what Colin looked like, the dark hair against his pale skin, how it made his cheeks and lips stand out and was kind to the unnatural thin look Colin sometimes got. And he knew that Colin would be a little scruffy - it was his look for the film, after all. He just hadn't known how it would feel to see him like that, hair cut and beard growing in. He looked good, Bradley thought as Angel, Katie, and Tony all rushed at him, exclaiming. Very good.
"What, no greeting from you?" Colin asked, smiling at him when he broke free.
"Hello," Bradley said dutifully, hugging Colin.
"I'm freezing," Colin said, resting his head on Bradley's shoulder. "I wish we could just get out of here."
Bradley snorted and fidgeted, trying to talk himself out of dragging Colin to his car and doing just that, or at the very least doing naughty things to him in the backseat. "Don't be such a drama queen, Morgan. It's a couple of hours and then we can go home. In the warm." The more he talked, the more appealing it sounded so Bradley stopped talking and just tucked his hands under his arms. They stood like that for a moment, listening to the crowds occasional shouts and the announcer saying... something with his microphone.
"Dammit," he muttered and turned his head, feeling Colin's stubble scrape his cheek. "Don't stand next to me when we go up, okay?"
"I didn't catch cooties in Mull." Colin pulled back, looking mildly offended. "What's wrong with you?"
"You look..." Bradley trailed off and stared at Colin. "You look really, you know. Really." Colin didn't look like he knew. "Really beardy," Bradley managed finally. "Good."
"Ohh," Colin said, frowning a little and then his expression cleared. He grinned and leant in close, eyes glittering with mirth. "Oh."
Bradley opened his mouth to say something scolding or impossibly ridiculous, but closed it again when he heard the announcer call them forward. "Later," he said, jabbing a finger into Colin's chest. "Behave." Colin just shot him a wide, mischievous grin and trooped out to greet their fans.
Of course Colin didn't behave, because that would have been entirely too much to ask of him. He had kept smiling at Bradley across the stage, or winking, or just standing there in the twinkly lights with his red-cold ears that Bradley very desperately wanted to lick.
He'd tried a few monosyllabic conversations with Katie and Angel, and then filming the crowd, and then just standing there with his hands jammed in his pockets, but it had been impossible to ignore the fact that Colin was there, on the other end of the stage, all twinkly-eyed and edible. And then afterward, after he'd made the crowd recite a spell (who came up with these things, Bradley wanted to know) and signed a billion autographs, he sauntered up to Bradley and went, "So, I took a cab from the airport."
"That's nice," Bradley said, clenching his hands into fists and trying very hard not to focus on the beard.
"So could I catch a ride with you?" Colin asked. "Since, you know, I figure we've been put up in the same hotel and all." Like he didn't already know, like Bradley hadn't already called and canceled his room to stay in Colin's.
"Think I could manage it, yeah," he shrugged.
"Cool," Colin said.
They walked to Bradley's car making inane small talk about Colin's filming (going well), Bradley's signings (loud, but fun), and the weather, until Colin finally said, "Alright, I have to ask."
"Ask what?"
"The beard," Colin said simply. "Why the beard?"
"You don't like it?" Bradley pouted, scratching it. He thought it made him look rather roguish and dashing. "Trying something new. A little more low-maintenance."
Colin snorted. "You're manicuring it," he said disdainfully. "You look like a homeless musketeer."
Bradley affected a look of offense and then ran his hand over his chin, pretending to seem thoughtful. "I thought it made me look quite sophisticated."
A beat and then the two of them were laughing. Colin's eyes did that thing where they crinkled in the corners and he looked so at ease that Bradley's stomach suddenly hurt from missing Colin all over again. They had to get out of here, because Bradley had a list of things he wanted to do to Colin and none of them were suitable for public company.
"C'mon," Bradley said, heading for the car park, making his way through the vehicles until Bradley's beat up little Austin came into view.
"Why you're still driving this thing when you could have any car you want is a mystery to me," Colin muttered, giving Bradley an amused glance.
Bradley bristled and ran a hand over the hood of his car. He could feel Colin's eyes hot on the back of his neck and he turned, gripping the collar of Colin's jacket in his fingers and pulling him forward. Colin stumbled against him and brought his hands up to rest against Bradley's chest. "Hi," he said, shyly.
"Hey, you," Bradley said, running his hand over Colin's cheek and down his chin, before he closed the gap between them and kissed him. It tasted of peppermint and Colin and the scent of trees and firework smoke and cold, and Bradley embraced it all. He remembered what it had felt like to kiss Colin in France, all hasty and desperate, and it was so different from this unhurried re-acquaintance, and Bradley couldn't stop. It was stupid, he knew. Fans could still be lingering and find them in the dark, and then they'd be in real trouble. But honestly, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"Bradley, we shouldn't," Colin said, his words making Bradley's lips vibrate pleasantly because he wouldn't pull away. Instead of answering, Bradley curled his hands in Colin's newly-short hair, scratching against the scalp the way he knew Colin liked until he made a helpless little noise and kissed him harder, messier, jamming his thigh in between Bradley's and grinding.
"Col," Bradley panted when Colin pulled away to gasp damply against his cheek. "Christ, Colin."
"You're a bad influence," Colin whispered.
"You have a beard," Bradley whined, rubbing against the stubble so it whispered and caught against his. "Do you have any idea how hot you are when you have a beard?"
"I can guess," Colin managed.
Bradley knew they had to stop this before he forced Colin around and dropped to his knees in the car park. Dropping a hand from Colin's face, he fumbled in his pocket for the car keys, unable to keep from pressing butterfly kisses to Colin's chin, cheek and lips. It was the inevitable pull after weeks apart and Bradley had been waiting for this for so long it felt like he could breathe again. "Colin," he said, keeping up a litany of Colin's name as he tried to pull away. "We should go back. We can't do this here."
Colin's eyes were almost black, dark with lust and his fingers clenched against Bradley's chest. "What?"
"Hotel," Bradley ground out and turned sideways to jam the key into the lock, Colin still pressed comfortably close. He thanked God for central locking and fumbled to get the door open, making a noise in the back of his throat as Colin sucked on his neck, rolling the skin between his teeth. "Get in the car."
Ignoring him, Colin's hands snagged in his t-shirt, trying to pull it up and out of his jeans. It was too bloody cold for this and Bradley wanted to be in a warm hotel, Colin on his knees. "Hey," he said, prying Colin's hands off of him and touching his face, kissing his nose. "Hey, Colin."
But Colin was one-minded, focused and normally that wouldn't be a problem. Bradley would never object to Colin using it for kissing purposes, but right now it was preventing Bradley from being warm and accepting those advances.
"You started it," Colin said.
"I can't finish when my balls are freezing off," Bradley gasped. "Please."
"You're a vile tease," Colin grumbled, but he went around to the other side of the car and slid in anyways. "You'd better drive fast."
"Okay," Bradley said, starting his car. "So," he said a little desperately, backing out and hitting the acceleration. "How about..."
"Bradley," Colin said tightly, "don't talk."
"Right," Bradley nodded. The silence was awkward, heavy between them with want. Colin's fingers kept flexing against the seat and distracting Bradley from turn signals and stop signs, and Colin was resolutely looking anywhere but the driver's side of the car. In reality it probably took ten minutes to drive to the hotel, and another five to check in and get to their room, but it felt like years and years, and then Colin was pinning him down their hotel room bed and kissing the ever-loving hell out of him, and Bradley wasn't quite sure how he got there.
"I missed you so much," Colin purred against him, helping him out of his jumper. "And God help me, I even sort of like your beard."
"My beard is fantastic," Bradley managed somehow while Colin leaned down and started pressing kisses against his chest, scratchy and lovely and oh, dear God.
"It's terrible," Colin said. "Really, really awful." Bradley made a strangled noise as Colin's stubble brushed against a nipple. "You look like... like Tom Hanks in that movie, the one where he talks to the volleyball."
Bradley's reply died on his tongue as Colin teased that same nipple between his teeth, hands tight on Bradley's hips and keeping him from bucking up into that delicious friction. He groaned in the back of his throat and tangled his hands in Colin's hair, trying to get him to move higher, to kiss him on the mouth, dammit, but his hair was too short to grab properly now, and Colin was taking his time exploring Bradley's chest, pulling away from his nipple and breathing across it, the cold air making Bradley jerk his hips.
"Colin," he said, voice tight and tried to think about what he wanted to say, an admonishment perhaps, but Colin's hands slid down his hips, thumbs dipping into the hollows of his thighs and rubbing gently against his jeans. Bradley wanted those hands on his skin. He tugged on Colin's too-short hair and pulled him up. "Off."
Colin didn't even pretend to misunderstand. He flashed Bradley another grin and dipped his head. Bradley was about to tug again, lift him off and demand Colin get these jeans off of him when Colin took the zipper in his mouth, eyes on Bradley's face.
Holy fuck.
"You're not playing fair," Bradley choked out as Colin tugged the zipper down but didn't even take his trousers off, just started nuzzling around his hips and slowly pulling his boxers down, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin.
"But it's fun," Colin said, smiling up at him.
"Have fun a little faster," Bradley demanded, and then, when Colin looked like he was going to say no, "please."
"Well since you ask so nicely," Colin laughed, tugging Bradley's jeans and boxers off. The second Bradley was naked and unpinned by Colin he pounced, tackling Colin to the bed and tugging his shirts off so he could bite that pale, lovely chest and let Colin try to keep his composure when someone was slowly driving you crazy with their facial hair. Sure enough it only took Colin a few minutes before his fingers where buried in Bradley's hair, tugging at his scalp while he moaned in an utterly depraved, wonderful manner. Because Bradley was more merciful than Colin, he kissed his way back up Colin's neck (his lovely, perfect neck - there would be more time for that later) and let Colin kiss him, let Colin brush at his hair and face and wrap his limbs around Bradley like a rather lovely octopus.
"Can't get your trousers off like that," Bradley said, inching his fingers beneath the waistband, teasing.
Colin's eyes were dark, lust-filled and he reached for Bradley's body, long fingers dancing over his skin and nails dragging down his spine. Bradley growled low in his throat and cupped Colin through his trousers, watching as his hips bucked against Bradley's wrist and he bit down on a moan, eyes blown wide.
"Trousers," Colin gasped, and Bradley let him go long enough to watch Colin wriggle free of his, but his eyes were hot and focused on Bradley, and when Bradley looked up he was running his tongue along his lower lip, like all he wanted to do was taste. It was enough to make Bradley pounce on Colin (naked, naked, naked! his brain sang. Naked Colin!) and kiss him breathless.
"You're so lovely," he murmured, running his hands up and down Colin's trembling thighs, leaning over to press his mouth against Colin's stomach. Instead of Colin's usual reaction, he made a little noise somewhere between a groan and a giggle.
"Beard," he said by way of explanation, and then, "don't stop."
"Yeah," Bradley said vaguely, stroking his thumbs across the hollow of Colin's thighs. He kissed one thigh and then the other, moving back up and letting his stubble drag against the soft plane of Colin's stomach. "Like that?"
"'S nice," Colin sighed, burying his hands in Bradley's hair. When Bradley looked up he had a dreamy expression on. Which was good, but not exactly what Bradley was going for. Dreamy was for lazy Sunday mornings, for late nights and for in between scenes when they had two hours and nothing to do. Bradley was aiming for a little more desperate. Slowly, so Colin wouldn't figure out what was going on, he let his kisses trail upwards until he reached Colin's neck, and all that lovely, lovely stubble. That he let himself spend some time on, feeling it scratch against his lips and tongue.
"Colin," he whispered, biting at one of Colin's ears. "Col."
"Mm?" Colin said vaguely, turning his head to lazily suck at Bradley's lower lip, temporarily delaying him.
"Fuck me," Bradley said hoarsely when he could breathe again. Colin's eyes flew open. "Please."
"My stuff's in my suitcase," he groaned. Bradley just grinned and grabbed his jeans on the side of the bed, fishing out the lube and condom from his front pocket.
"Came prepared," he said victoriously, and Colin's eyes went dark.
"You had that in your pocket the entire time?" He asked, grabbing the tube and foil packet and then looming over Bradley until he flopped back down on the bed.
"Yeah," Bradley panted. "Knew you'd be all... all unshaven, and I hadn't seen you in forever."
"Christ, Bradley," Colin groaned, kissing him. Or, well, tongue-fucking would be more accurate. Whatever it was it made Bradley moan and arch towards him, ignoring the snick of the lube until he felt Colin's fingers trailing down, teasing at his hole, slick and cool. "You drive me fucking crazy, even with that beard."
"Nothing... wrong... with my beard." Bradley grunted out as Colin slipped one long, lovely finger in, crooking it just right after so much practice. "Fuck."
Colin was smirking down at him, refusing to move his finger until Bradley started to wriggle, grabbing Colin's shoulders and digging his nails in. "Move," he hissed.
"Ask nicely."
Bradley closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. "Please," he bit out.
Leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of Bradley's hip, Colin slid in a second finger and Bradley rocked his hips back against him. Curling a hand around Bradley's knee, Colin clenched his fingers in warning, crooking both fingers and watching Bradley writhe beneath him. "Col," he said, arching his back against the bed as Colin took his time pulling out before pushing back in, fingers moving in a small mimicry of sex. He was mouthing Bradley's hip, stomach and down his thigh, stubble scraping against the over sensitized skin and Bradley was moaning, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Colin smirked against the inside of Bradley's thigh as he pushed a third finger alongside the two already buried knuckle-deep. Bradley let out a sound that wasn't quite a moan and he clenched down against Colin's fingers, heels digging into the bed.
"Colin," he tried again, because Colin is a bastard who is perfectly capable of teasing him for hours. "Colin, if you don't fuck me right now, I, I, Christ, I'm gonna kill you, Colin, I swear."
"Promises, promises," Colin laughed (like a bastard) and pulled his fingers out (like an even bigger bastard), opening the foil packet and rolling on the condom and oh, maybe he wasn't a bastard at all. "Turn over," Colin said roughly, and Bradley did without any complaint, because, hello, sex.
"Fuck," he breathed out when Colin slid in long and slow until Bradley's filled up and blissful again, blanketed in Colin.
"Yeah," Colin sighed, shaky. "That's the idea." He started to move, slowly, tiny hitching thrusts that feel so goddamn fucking good after too long without them, too long without Colin's mouth on the back of his neck, scratchy beard sending shivers down his spine. "That's it," Colin crooned, one of his long, pale hands under Bradley's stomach, pulling him closer like he needed the encouragement. "God, missed you."
Bradley made a choked noise which was "me too" until Colin started moving a little faster and he couldn't really talk at all.
"That's it, sweetheart," Colin whispered, rubbing his cheek down Bradley's spine until he's arching back into it for more, more. "You're so good."
Bradley whimpered (except that he doesn't really whimper and would definitely deny it later) and fisted the sheets. He turned his face, expelling a breath and rocking back against Colin's thrusts, nonsense words and expletives mumbled into the pillow. Colin just pressed a kiss to the base of Bradley's spine and kept his face against the skin, so that every time Bradley moved against him, he'd feel the rough of Colin's stubble. "Colin, Colin, Col," Bradley whined, trying to rub himself off against the bed.
"So good," Colin soothed, sliding his hand down Bradley's stomach and finally putting him out of his misery. Taking him in hand, Colin timed each stroke with a thrust and slowed the pace. He always knew exactly how to make Bradley beg for it, to tease just enough so he was sweaty and desperate.
Snapping his hips against the bed, Bradley groaned and turned his face just enough to glare at Colin. "If you don't fucking move-"
"You'll what?" Colin said, resting his chin against Bradley's lower back and drawing back, just a little, and Bradley shuddered until Colin leaned forward and kissed along the shell of Bradley's ear, whispering, "Sweetheart..."
Bradley shuddered again, groaning low in the back of his throat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. "Colin," he said, through gritted teeth. "Please."
"Mmm," Colin hummed, rolling over so Bradley was on his side and couldn't rub against anything except Colin's hand. Colin seemed lost, in that strange pleasurable plateau he went to where all he wanted to do was feel Bradley around him, to kiss across his shoulders and whisper endearments. Which was nice, and good, but Bradley was so fucking desperate he felt like crying, so he clenched around Colin. Hard.
"Cheating," Colin whispered, but he sped up, his hand coming over to rest on top of Bradley,'s, fingers curling around him. He kept muttering nonsense in Bradley's ear that was so thickly accented he couldn't make it out until finally, "sweetheart, yes, love you, God, I love you."
"Love - " Bradley choked out before Colin ducked his head and his beard scraped against Bradley's neck and he was coming, and Colin was coming with him, tumbling over the edge and clenching Bradley's hand.
He came back to reality with a tiny kiss from Coin under his chin before he pulled out and got rid of the condom, rolling Bradley over to the dry side of the bed and then curling up next to him.
"You're much more of a bastard with that beard," Bradley sighed, dropping a kiss on the tip of Colin's nose.
"Hey, I just had sex with the Dread Pirate Roberts," Colin said.
"My beard is not that bad," Bradley protested. "...Is it?"
"Bradley," Colin said solemnly, propping himself up on his elbows. "The beard is exactly that bad."
"Fine," Bradley grumbled, pulling Colin back down against him. He'd shave it tomorrow. Or at least, he'd consider it.
Maybe.
Written with: The lovely thisissirius
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Rating: P FOR PORN (LET'S BLAME SIRI)
Warnings: Bradley looking like a Shakespearean hobo, explicit sex
Notes: thisissirius and I both think sex scenes are swell but CANNOT WRITE THEM, except, well, we were both spazzing about the Christmas Lights Switch-on in Cardiff and our doubly bearded boys. (Colin wins the beard-off, may we say? Forever. Bradley looks lovely but silly at this point. Then again, we are both staunch Colin girls, so we are biased.) So after a late-night deliriously giddy Gchat session we were just like "HAH HAH WE'RE WRITING BEARD PORN". The title is based off a quote by G. K. Chesterton (thanks for helping us find it, google!) that says "You cannot grow a beard in a moment of passion." Wise man, that Chesterton. Bradley James needs to listen to him.
We blame myfoolisheart. For everything. This includes global warming.
Bradley had seen Colin scruffy. He knew what Colin looked like, the dark hair against his pale skin, how it made his cheeks and lips stand out and was kind to the unnatural thin look Colin sometimes got. And he knew that Colin would be a little scruffy - it was his look for the film, after all. He just hadn't known how it would feel to see him like that, hair cut and beard growing in. He looked good, Bradley thought as Angel, Katie, and Tony all rushed at him, exclaiming. Very good.
"What, no greeting from you?" Colin asked, smiling at him when he broke free.
"Hello," Bradley said dutifully, hugging Colin.
"I'm freezing," Colin said, resting his head on Bradley's shoulder. "I wish we could just get out of here."
Bradley snorted and fidgeted, trying to talk himself out of dragging Colin to his car and doing just that, or at the very least doing naughty things to him in the backseat. "Don't be such a drama queen, Morgan. It's a couple of hours and then we can go home. In the warm." The more he talked, the more appealing it sounded so Bradley stopped talking and just tucked his hands under his arms. They stood like that for a moment, listening to the crowds occasional shouts and the announcer saying... something with his microphone.
"Dammit," he muttered and turned his head, feeling Colin's stubble scrape his cheek. "Don't stand next to me when we go up, okay?"
"I didn't catch cooties in Mull." Colin pulled back, looking mildly offended. "What's wrong with you?"
"You look..." Bradley trailed off and stared at Colin. "You look really, you know. Really." Colin didn't look like he knew. "Really beardy," Bradley managed finally. "Good."
"Ohh," Colin said, frowning a little and then his expression cleared. He grinned and leant in close, eyes glittering with mirth. "Oh."
Bradley opened his mouth to say something scolding or impossibly ridiculous, but closed it again when he heard the announcer call them forward. "Later," he said, jabbing a finger into Colin's chest. "Behave." Colin just shot him a wide, mischievous grin and trooped out to greet their fans.
Of course Colin didn't behave, because that would have been entirely too much to ask of him. He had kept smiling at Bradley across the stage, or winking, or just standing there in the twinkly lights with his red-cold ears that Bradley very desperately wanted to lick.
He'd tried a few monosyllabic conversations with Katie and Angel, and then filming the crowd, and then just standing there with his hands jammed in his pockets, but it had been impossible to ignore the fact that Colin was there, on the other end of the stage, all twinkly-eyed and edible. And then afterward, after he'd made the crowd recite a spell (who came up with these things, Bradley wanted to know) and signed a billion autographs, he sauntered up to Bradley and went, "So, I took a cab from the airport."
"That's nice," Bradley said, clenching his hands into fists and trying very hard not to focus on the beard.
"So could I catch a ride with you?" Colin asked. "Since, you know, I figure we've been put up in the same hotel and all." Like he didn't already know, like Bradley hadn't already called and canceled his room to stay in Colin's.
"Think I could manage it, yeah," he shrugged.
"Cool," Colin said.
They walked to Bradley's car making inane small talk about Colin's filming (going well), Bradley's signings (loud, but fun), and the weather, until Colin finally said, "Alright, I have to ask."
"Ask what?"
"The beard," Colin said simply. "Why the beard?"
"You don't like it?" Bradley pouted, scratching it. He thought it made him look rather roguish and dashing. "Trying something new. A little more low-maintenance."
Colin snorted. "You're manicuring it," he said disdainfully. "You look like a homeless musketeer."
Bradley affected a look of offense and then ran his hand over his chin, pretending to seem thoughtful. "I thought it made me look quite sophisticated."
A beat and then the two of them were laughing. Colin's eyes did that thing where they crinkled in the corners and he looked so at ease that Bradley's stomach suddenly hurt from missing Colin all over again. They had to get out of here, because Bradley had a list of things he wanted to do to Colin and none of them were suitable for public company.
"C'mon," Bradley said, heading for the car park, making his way through the vehicles until Bradley's beat up little Austin came into view.
"Why you're still driving this thing when you could have any car you want is a mystery to me," Colin muttered, giving Bradley an amused glance.
Bradley bristled and ran a hand over the hood of his car. He could feel Colin's eyes hot on the back of his neck and he turned, gripping the collar of Colin's jacket in his fingers and pulling him forward. Colin stumbled against him and brought his hands up to rest against Bradley's chest. "Hi," he said, shyly.
"Hey, you," Bradley said, running his hand over Colin's cheek and down his chin, before he closed the gap between them and kissed him. It tasted of peppermint and Colin and the scent of trees and firework smoke and cold, and Bradley embraced it all. He remembered what it had felt like to kiss Colin in France, all hasty and desperate, and it was so different from this unhurried re-acquaintance, and Bradley couldn't stop. It was stupid, he knew. Fans could still be lingering and find them in the dark, and then they'd be in real trouble. But honestly, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
"Bradley, we shouldn't," Colin said, his words making Bradley's lips vibrate pleasantly because he wouldn't pull away. Instead of answering, Bradley curled his hands in Colin's newly-short hair, scratching against the scalp the way he knew Colin liked until he made a helpless little noise and kissed him harder, messier, jamming his thigh in between Bradley's and grinding.
"Col," Bradley panted when Colin pulled away to gasp damply against his cheek. "Christ, Colin."
"You're a bad influence," Colin whispered.
"You have a beard," Bradley whined, rubbing against the stubble so it whispered and caught against his. "Do you have any idea how hot you are when you have a beard?"
"I can guess," Colin managed.
Bradley knew they had to stop this before he forced Colin around and dropped to his knees in the car park. Dropping a hand from Colin's face, he fumbled in his pocket for the car keys, unable to keep from pressing butterfly kisses to Colin's chin, cheek and lips. It was the inevitable pull after weeks apart and Bradley had been waiting for this for so long it felt like he could breathe again. "Colin," he said, keeping up a litany of Colin's name as he tried to pull away. "We should go back. We can't do this here."
Colin's eyes were almost black, dark with lust and his fingers clenched against Bradley's chest. "What?"
"Hotel," Bradley ground out and turned sideways to jam the key into the lock, Colin still pressed comfortably close. He thanked God for central locking and fumbled to get the door open, making a noise in the back of his throat as Colin sucked on his neck, rolling the skin between his teeth. "Get in the car."
Ignoring him, Colin's hands snagged in his t-shirt, trying to pull it up and out of his jeans. It was too bloody cold for this and Bradley wanted to be in a warm hotel, Colin on his knees. "Hey," he said, prying Colin's hands off of him and touching his face, kissing his nose. "Hey, Colin."
But Colin was one-minded, focused and normally that wouldn't be a problem. Bradley would never object to Colin using it for kissing purposes, but right now it was preventing Bradley from being warm and accepting those advances.
"You started it," Colin said.
"I can't finish when my balls are freezing off," Bradley gasped. "Please."
"You're a vile tease," Colin grumbled, but he went around to the other side of the car and slid in anyways. "You'd better drive fast."
"Okay," Bradley said, starting his car. "So," he said a little desperately, backing out and hitting the acceleration. "How about..."
"Bradley," Colin said tightly, "don't talk."
"Right," Bradley nodded. The silence was awkward, heavy between them with want. Colin's fingers kept flexing against the seat and distracting Bradley from turn signals and stop signs, and Colin was resolutely looking anywhere but the driver's side of the car. In reality it probably took ten minutes to drive to the hotel, and another five to check in and get to their room, but it felt like years and years, and then Colin was pinning him down their hotel room bed and kissing the ever-loving hell out of him, and Bradley wasn't quite sure how he got there.
"I missed you so much," Colin purred against him, helping him out of his jumper. "And God help me, I even sort of like your beard."
"My beard is fantastic," Bradley managed somehow while Colin leaned down and started pressing kisses against his chest, scratchy and lovely and oh, dear God.
"It's terrible," Colin said. "Really, really awful." Bradley made a strangled noise as Colin's stubble brushed against a nipple. "You look like... like Tom Hanks in that movie, the one where he talks to the volleyball."
Bradley's reply died on his tongue as Colin teased that same nipple between his teeth, hands tight on Bradley's hips and keeping him from bucking up into that delicious friction. He groaned in the back of his throat and tangled his hands in Colin's hair, trying to get him to move higher, to kiss him on the mouth, dammit, but his hair was too short to grab properly now, and Colin was taking his time exploring Bradley's chest, pulling away from his nipple and breathing across it, the cold air making Bradley jerk his hips.
"Colin," he said, voice tight and tried to think about what he wanted to say, an admonishment perhaps, but Colin's hands slid down his hips, thumbs dipping into the hollows of his thighs and rubbing gently against his jeans. Bradley wanted those hands on his skin. He tugged on Colin's too-short hair and pulled him up. "Off."
Colin didn't even pretend to misunderstand. He flashed Bradley another grin and dipped his head. Bradley was about to tug again, lift him off and demand Colin get these jeans off of him when Colin took the zipper in his mouth, eyes on Bradley's face.
Holy fuck.
"You're not playing fair," Bradley choked out as Colin tugged the zipper down but didn't even take his trousers off, just started nuzzling around his hips and slowly pulling his boxers down, his beard scratching at the sensitive skin.
"But it's fun," Colin said, smiling up at him.
"Have fun a little faster," Bradley demanded, and then, when Colin looked like he was going to say no, "please."
"Well since you ask so nicely," Colin laughed, tugging Bradley's jeans and boxers off. The second Bradley was naked and unpinned by Colin he pounced, tackling Colin to the bed and tugging his shirts off so he could bite that pale, lovely chest and let Colin try to keep his composure when someone was slowly driving you crazy with their facial hair. Sure enough it only took Colin a few minutes before his fingers where buried in Bradley's hair, tugging at his scalp while he moaned in an utterly depraved, wonderful manner. Because Bradley was more merciful than Colin, he kissed his way back up Colin's neck (his lovely, perfect neck - there would be more time for that later) and let Colin kiss him, let Colin brush at his hair and face and wrap his limbs around Bradley like a rather lovely octopus.
"Can't get your trousers off like that," Bradley said, inching his fingers beneath the waistband, teasing.
Colin's eyes were dark, lust-filled and he reached for Bradley's body, long fingers dancing over his skin and nails dragging down his spine. Bradley growled low in his throat and cupped Colin through his trousers, watching as his hips bucked against Bradley's wrist and he bit down on a moan, eyes blown wide.
"Trousers," Colin gasped, and Bradley let him go long enough to watch Colin wriggle free of his, but his eyes were hot and focused on Bradley, and when Bradley looked up he was running his tongue along his lower lip, like all he wanted to do was taste. It was enough to make Bradley pounce on Colin (naked, naked, naked! his brain sang. Naked Colin!) and kiss him breathless.
"You're so lovely," he murmured, running his hands up and down Colin's trembling thighs, leaning over to press his mouth against Colin's stomach. Instead of Colin's usual reaction, he made a little noise somewhere between a groan and a giggle.
"Beard," he said by way of explanation, and then, "don't stop."
"Yeah," Bradley said vaguely, stroking his thumbs across the hollow of Colin's thighs. He kissed one thigh and then the other, moving back up and letting his stubble drag against the soft plane of Colin's stomach. "Like that?"
"'S nice," Colin sighed, burying his hands in Bradley's hair. When Bradley looked up he had a dreamy expression on. Which was good, but not exactly what Bradley was going for. Dreamy was for lazy Sunday mornings, for late nights and for in between scenes when they had two hours and nothing to do. Bradley was aiming for a little more desperate. Slowly, so Colin wouldn't figure out what was going on, he let his kisses trail upwards until he reached Colin's neck, and all that lovely, lovely stubble. That he let himself spend some time on, feeling it scratch against his lips and tongue.
"Colin," he whispered, biting at one of Colin's ears. "Col."
"Mm?" Colin said vaguely, turning his head to lazily suck at Bradley's lower lip, temporarily delaying him.
"Fuck me," Bradley said hoarsely when he could breathe again. Colin's eyes flew open. "Please."
"My stuff's in my suitcase," he groaned. Bradley just grinned and grabbed his jeans on the side of the bed, fishing out the lube and condom from his front pocket.
"Came prepared," he said victoriously, and Colin's eyes went dark.
"You had that in your pocket the entire time?" He asked, grabbing the tube and foil packet and then looming over Bradley until he flopped back down on the bed.
"Yeah," Bradley panted. "Knew you'd be all... all unshaven, and I hadn't seen you in forever."
"Christ, Bradley," Colin groaned, kissing him. Or, well, tongue-fucking would be more accurate. Whatever it was it made Bradley moan and arch towards him, ignoring the snick of the lube until he felt Colin's fingers trailing down, teasing at his hole, slick and cool. "You drive me fucking crazy, even with that beard."
"Nothing... wrong... with my beard." Bradley grunted out as Colin slipped one long, lovely finger in, crooking it just right after so much practice. "Fuck."
Colin was smirking down at him, refusing to move his finger until Bradley started to wriggle, grabbing Colin's shoulders and digging his nails in. "Move," he hissed.
"Ask nicely."
Bradley closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. "Please," he bit out.
Leaning down to press a kiss to the curve of Bradley's hip, Colin slid in a second finger and Bradley rocked his hips back against him. Curling a hand around Bradley's knee, Colin clenched his fingers in warning, crooking both fingers and watching Bradley writhe beneath him. "Col," he said, arching his back against the bed as Colin took his time pulling out before pushing back in, fingers moving in a small mimicry of sex. He was mouthing Bradley's hip, stomach and down his thigh, stubble scraping against the over sensitized skin and Bradley was moaning, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Colin smirked against the inside of Bradley's thigh as he pushed a third finger alongside the two already buried knuckle-deep. Bradley let out a sound that wasn't quite a moan and he clenched down against Colin's fingers, heels digging into the bed.
"Colin," he tried again, because Colin is a bastard who is perfectly capable of teasing him for hours. "Colin, if you don't fuck me right now, I, I, Christ, I'm gonna kill you, Colin, I swear."
"Promises, promises," Colin laughed (like a bastard) and pulled his fingers out (like an even bigger bastard), opening the foil packet and rolling on the condom and oh, maybe he wasn't a bastard at all. "Turn over," Colin said roughly, and Bradley did without any complaint, because, hello, sex.
"Fuck," he breathed out when Colin slid in long and slow until Bradley's filled up and blissful again, blanketed in Colin.
"Yeah," Colin sighed, shaky. "That's the idea." He started to move, slowly, tiny hitching thrusts that feel so goddamn fucking good after too long without them, too long without Colin's mouth on the back of his neck, scratchy beard sending shivers down his spine. "That's it," Colin crooned, one of his long, pale hands under Bradley's stomach, pulling him closer like he needed the encouragement. "God, missed you."
Bradley made a choked noise which was "me too" until Colin started moving a little faster and he couldn't really talk at all.
"That's it, sweetheart," Colin whispered, rubbing his cheek down Bradley's spine until he's arching back into it for more, more. "You're so good."
Bradley whimpered (except that he doesn't really whimper and would definitely deny it later) and fisted the sheets. He turned his face, expelling a breath and rocking back against Colin's thrusts, nonsense words and expletives mumbled into the pillow. Colin just pressed a kiss to the base of Bradley's spine and kept his face against the skin, so that every time Bradley moved against him, he'd feel the rough of Colin's stubble. "Colin, Colin, Col," Bradley whined, trying to rub himself off against the bed.
"So good," Colin soothed, sliding his hand down Bradley's stomach and finally putting him out of his misery. Taking him in hand, Colin timed each stroke with a thrust and slowed the pace. He always knew exactly how to make Bradley beg for it, to tease just enough so he was sweaty and desperate.
Snapping his hips against the bed, Bradley groaned and turned his face just enough to glare at Colin. "If you don't fucking move-"
"You'll what?" Colin said, resting his chin against Bradley's lower back and drawing back, just a little, and Bradley shuddered until Colin leaned forward and kissed along the shell of Bradley's ear, whispering, "Sweetheart..."
Bradley shuddered again, groaning low in the back of his throat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. "Colin," he said, through gritted teeth. "Please."
"Mmm," Colin hummed, rolling over so Bradley was on his side and couldn't rub against anything except Colin's hand. Colin seemed lost, in that strange pleasurable plateau he went to where all he wanted to do was feel Bradley around him, to kiss across his shoulders and whisper endearments. Which was nice, and good, but Bradley was so fucking desperate he felt like crying, so he clenched around Colin. Hard.
"Cheating," Colin whispered, but he sped up, his hand coming over to rest on top of Bradley,'s, fingers curling around him. He kept muttering nonsense in Bradley's ear that was so thickly accented he couldn't make it out until finally, "sweetheart, yes, love you, God, I love you."
"Love - " Bradley choked out before Colin ducked his head and his beard scraped against Bradley's neck and he was coming, and Colin was coming with him, tumbling over the edge and clenching Bradley's hand.
He came back to reality with a tiny kiss from Coin under his chin before he pulled out and got rid of the condom, rolling Bradley over to the dry side of the bed and then curling up next to him.
"You're much more of a bastard with that beard," Bradley sighed, dropping a kiss on the tip of Colin's nose.
"Hey, I just had sex with the Dread Pirate Roberts," Colin said.
"My beard is not that bad," Bradley protested. "...Is it?"
"Bradley," Colin said solemnly, propping himself up on his elbows. "The beard is exactly that bad."
"Fine," Bradley grumbled, pulling Colin back down against him. He'd shave it tomorrow. Or at least, he'd consider it.
Maybe.