fic: colin/bradley; tiny details (the blur of frozen movement); pg
title: tiny details (the blur of frozen movement).
author: yourmanuscript.
fandom: merlin.
rating: pg.
word count: 1164 words.
pairing(s): colin/bradley.
summary: "but it's australia!" angel looks questioningly at him. "i'm entitled to one of those artsy films every six months while still retaining my title of the most macho member of this cast."
author's notes: this… sort of came together from my corkboard, believe it or not, which conveniently has this and this placed side by side. ;D
title from john tranter's floor of heaven. idek. it's australian?
this is for merlinaustralia which is just about the best community in the world. ♥
~
"Aaaaangel," Bradley starts.
Angel frowns. "Yes, Bradley?"
"Have I told you how lovely you look today? That shade of purple really brings out the colour in your eyes."
"Okay, Bradley."
"Want to come watch a movie with me?"
"No, Bradley."
"But it's Australia!" Angel looks questioningly at him. "I'm entitled to one of those artsy films every six months while still retaining my title of the most macho member of this cast."
"Go ask Katie."
~
"Katie, do you want to-"
"No."
~
"Bradley, come in!" Tony exclaims, opening the door to a rather desperate-looking-Bradley before clapping a hand on his shoulder and leading him into the hotel room.
Inside Bradley finds Richard Wilson, actor extraordinaire, sitting on the edge of the mattress, striped tie knotted around his head, and-
"Do I smell smoke?" Bradley asks.
Which prompts Richard to smirk knowingly and Tony to burst into a fit of giggles and, well, the thought of Richard and Tony high is enough for Bradley to start inching his way back towards the door.
~
Which is how Bradley finds himself pacing in the corridor outside Colin's room, wearing out the carpet.
Okay, he breathes, it'll be fine.
It's not that Bradley doesn't like Colin-only that he's avoiding Colin after the realisation dawned that it was a stupid little crush he was developing on his costar and the fact that maybe he liked him a little too much. So it was distance he was trying to maintain. Trying to be a professional and all. It had nothing to do with the fact that Colin had been looking at him strangely for the past few days as though he could see straight into Bradley's mind, if that smug smile was anything to go by.
So, thought Bradley, hand poised to knock on Colin's hotel door, let it be known that Bradley James was unafraid of Colin Morgan and his absurdly insightful ways. And his killer cheekbones.
~
"G'day, mate. Two tickets to Australia, please," Bradley says, glancing back at Colin, clearly pleased with his cultural literacy. He spent yesterday researching the culture and knows enough Australian lingo to visit the country right away, if he should so please. He tells the ticket seller so much.
The young man at the booth is unamused, handing over the tickets with a huff of impatience.
"Cheers. Wait, no," Bradley starts, fingers tapping his lips before breaking into a grin. "Onya!"
~
By the end of the film, Bradley thinks he spent more time watching Colin than the film itself. One thing he'd noticed the first time they watched a movie together was the way Colin became completely absorbed in whatever was on the screen-and he'd made sure it was whatever; Colin was even completely engrossed when Bradley turned up at his hotel room with a bottle of stolen Pepsi and an English-dubbed copy of La Marche de l'empereur. He would respond to everything that happened in front of him as though he were actually in it. Even if that meant he was a penguin.
Bloody actors.
So the point was, Bradley had noted the way Colin's shoulders shook from laughter at the first meeting between Drover and Lady Ashley, the way his face promptly fell when the sodden kangaroo was shot, the way his eyes went glassy when topless Jackman was on the screen and the way he'd left the theater with a slight bounce to his step, clearly pleased with the happy ending.
But his Colin observation didn't end with the movie. Oh, no. Even now, he couldn't help noticing the way Colin huddled his shoulders to block out the winter breeze, his small frame curling inward as though the wind would carry him away if he dropped his guard. Or the way the tips of his ridiculous ears were red from the cold because the idiot never remembered his hat. Or the way his lips were upturned as though he held a secret, begging to be revealed. Or even the way Colin was staring at him as though Bradley was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Wait, supplied Bradley's mind. Back up.
But there was Colin, still staring with that small, bemused smile on his face and an accompanying quirk of his brow. Bradley faltered in his step, feet glued to the ground and face flushing just like every other time this situation arose.
Quick! Excuse! said Bradley's brain.
"You think Hugh Jackman is hot," he stated matter-of-factly.
Smooth. That's what Bradley James was. Colin only laughed and placed a hand on the small of his back, leading him towards their hotel with a light push.
"No, I don't."
"You were drooling at the screen! I was watching you." And at the reappearance of Quirky Eyebrow(™), "Didn't want you to pass out or anything."
"What ever would I do without you?" Asked Colin-McTease-Morgan, batting his eyelashes.
And what the hell was Bradley supposed to say to that? Nothing, apparently, according to his brain. So he gently shoves Colin, muttering a "tosser, see if I ever look out for you again" under his breath before walking on. Damn that Colin Morgan for noticing Bradley's exceptional observational skills.
Colin catches up easily, huffing out a laugh with a hand on Bradley's shoulder stilling him. Bradley braces himself, ready to turn and unleash the power of his glare on Colin, when Colin begins to pull him away from the hotel entrance into a quiet sidestreet and that's when Bradley's brain stops commenting altogether; when Colin has a hand cupping his jaw, shaking his lowered head, a hint of a smirk on his lips, saying "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley." And then when he looks up, eyes dark and almost predatory, Bradley thinks his brain must have short-circuited and he wishes that witty, unhelpful, personal commentator goodbye as Colin leans forward and captures his lips in a kiss.
Bradley tries and fails to keep his eyes closed, preferring the view of Colin; eyelashes casting long shadows on his cheekbones, one hand still cupping Bradley's jaw, the other leaning on the wall beside Bradley's head, blush spreading down his neck to his chest and Bradley loses that train of thought completely when he feels Colin's tongue against his bottom lip and he shuts his eyes, unable to help the gasp that escapes his lips, opening up his mouth to allow Colin's tongue to lick obscenely inside Bradley's mouth, for Christ's sake, and Bradley's sure they should take this inside before he-
Which is when Colin pulls back, resting his forehead against Bradley's who still has his eyes closed, both of them panting into the same, tiny space. They stay like that for several minutes with their breath misting before them in swirling clouds until Colin rubs his nose against Bradley's and murmurs, "Crikey."
Which causes Bradley's eyes to fly open, laughter bubbling out of him, warm and happy despite the weather as he grabs Colin's hand and pulls him into the hotel.
This was going to be bonzer.
~
+ fin.
+ OKAY, SORRY TO ANY AUSTRALIANS OUT THERE. i actually had to look here myself for these words, haha.
+ feedback is lovely!
+ feel free to join or watch the community.
author: yourmanuscript.
fandom: merlin.
rating: pg.
word count: 1164 words.
pairing(s): colin/bradley.
summary: "but it's australia!" angel looks questioningly at him. "i'm entitled to one of those artsy films every six months while still retaining my title of the most macho member of this cast."
author's notes: this… sort of came together from my corkboard, believe it or not, which conveniently has this and this placed side by side. ;D
title from john tranter's floor of heaven. idek. it's australian?
this is for merlinaustralia which is just about the best community in the world. ♥
~
"Aaaaangel," Bradley starts.
Angel frowns. "Yes, Bradley?"
"Have I told you how lovely you look today? That shade of purple really brings out the colour in your eyes."
"Okay, Bradley."
"Want to come watch a movie with me?"
"No, Bradley."
"But it's Australia!" Angel looks questioningly at him. "I'm entitled to one of those artsy films every six months while still retaining my title of the most macho member of this cast."
"Go ask Katie."
~
"Katie, do you want to-"
"No."
~
"Bradley, come in!" Tony exclaims, opening the door to a rather desperate-looking-Bradley before clapping a hand on his shoulder and leading him into the hotel room.
Inside Bradley finds Richard Wilson, actor extraordinaire, sitting on the edge of the mattress, striped tie knotted around his head, and-
"Do I smell smoke?" Bradley asks.
Which prompts Richard to smirk knowingly and Tony to burst into a fit of giggles and, well, the thought of Richard and Tony high is enough for Bradley to start inching his way back towards the door.
~
Which is how Bradley finds himself pacing in the corridor outside Colin's room, wearing out the carpet.
Okay, he breathes, it'll be fine.
It's not that Bradley doesn't like Colin-only that he's avoiding Colin after the realisation dawned that it was a stupid little crush he was developing on his costar and the fact that maybe he liked him a little too much. So it was distance he was trying to maintain. Trying to be a professional and all. It had nothing to do with the fact that Colin had been looking at him strangely for the past few days as though he could see straight into Bradley's mind, if that smug smile was anything to go by.
So, thought Bradley, hand poised to knock on Colin's hotel door, let it be known that Bradley James was unafraid of Colin Morgan and his absurdly insightful ways. And his killer cheekbones.
~
"G'day, mate. Two tickets to Australia, please," Bradley says, glancing back at Colin, clearly pleased with his cultural literacy. He spent yesterday researching the culture and knows enough Australian lingo to visit the country right away, if he should so please. He tells the ticket seller so much.
The young man at the booth is unamused, handing over the tickets with a huff of impatience.
"Cheers. Wait, no," Bradley starts, fingers tapping his lips before breaking into a grin. "Onya!"
~
By the end of the film, Bradley thinks he spent more time watching Colin than the film itself. One thing he'd noticed the first time they watched a movie together was the way Colin became completely absorbed in whatever was on the screen-and he'd made sure it was whatever; Colin was even completely engrossed when Bradley turned up at his hotel room with a bottle of stolen Pepsi and an English-dubbed copy of La Marche de l'empereur. He would respond to everything that happened in front of him as though he were actually in it. Even if that meant he was a penguin.
Bloody actors.
So the point was, Bradley had noted the way Colin's shoulders shook from laughter at the first meeting between Drover and Lady Ashley, the way his face promptly fell when the sodden kangaroo was shot, the way his eyes went glassy when topless Jackman was on the screen and the way he'd left the theater with a slight bounce to his step, clearly pleased with the happy ending.
But his Colin observation didn't end with the movie. Oh, no. Even now, he couldn't help noticing the way Colin huddled his shoulders to block out the winter breeze, his small frame curling inward as though the wind would carry him away if he dropped his guard. Or the way the tips of his ridiculous ears were red from the cold because the idiot never remembered his hat. Or the way his lips were upturned as though he held a secret, begging to be revealed. Or even the way Colin was staring at him as though Bradley was the most fascinating thing in the world.
Wait, supplied Bradley's mind. Back up.
But there was Colin, still staring with that small, bemused smile on his face and an accompanying quirk of his brow. Bradley faltered in his step, feet glued to the ground and face flushing just like every other time this situation arose.
Quick! Excuse! said Bradley's brain.
"You think Hugh Jackman is hot," he stated matter-of-factly.
Smooth. That's what Bradley James was. Colin only laughed and placed a hand on the small of his back, leading him towards their hotel with a light push.
"No, I don't."
"You were drooling at the screen! I was watching you." And at the reappearance of Quirky Eyebrow(™), "Didn't want you to pass out or anything."
"What ever would I do without you?" Asked Colin-McTease-Morgan, batting his eyelashes.
And what the hell was Bradley supposed to say to that? Nothing, apparently, according to his brain. So he gently shoves Colin, muttering a "tosser, see if I ever look out for you again" under his breath before walking on. Damn that Colin Morgan for noticing Bradley's exceptional observational skills.
Colin catches up easily, huffing out a laugh with a hand on Bradley's shoulder stilling him. Bradley braces himself, ready to turn and unleash the power of his glare on Colin, when Colin begins to pull him away from the hotel entrance into a quiet sidestreet and that's when Bradley's brain stops commenting altogether; when Colin has a hand cupping his jaw, shaking his lowered head, a hint of a smirk on his lips, saying "Bradley, Bradley, Bradley." And then when he looks up, eyes dark and almost predatory, Bradley thinks his brain must have short-circuited and he wishes that witty, unhelpful, personal commentator goodbye as Colin leans forward and captures his lips in a kiss.
Bradley tries and fails to keep his eyes closed, preferring the view of Colin; eyelashes casting long shadows on his cheekbones, one hand still cupping Bradley's jaw, the other leaning on the wall beside Bradley's head, blush spreading down his neck to his chest and Bradley loses that train of thought completely when he feels Colin's tongue against his bottom lip and he shuts his eyes, unable to help the gasp that escapes his lips, opening up his mouth to allow Colin's tongue to lick obscenely inside Bradley's mouth, for Christ's sake, and Bradley's sure they should take this inside before he-
Which is when Colin pulls back, resting his forehead against Bradley's who still has his eyes closed, both of them panting into the same, tiny space. They stay like that for several minutes with their breath misting before them in swirling clouds until Colin rubs his nose against Bradley's and murmurs, "Crikey."
Which causes Bradley's eyes to fly open, laughter bubbling out of him, warm and happy despite the weather as he grabs Colin's hand and pulls him into the hotel.
This was going to be bonzer.
~
+ fin.
+ OKAY, SORRY TO ANY AUSTRALIANS OUT THERE. i actually had to look here myself for these words, haha.
+ feedback is lovely!
+ feel free to join or watch the community.