Fic: Snowed In (Bradley/Colin)
Author/Artist: Alaerys
Title: Snowed In
Word Count: 1,492
Pairing(s): Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Fluff. FLUFFY MCFLUFFERFLUFF!
Summary: Who gets the bed when you're snowed over at your mate's?
Author's Note:FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF written for cinnatart's Sleep Over Meme. A nice reprieve from my BB fics. *sighs* Originally posted here
Bradley shuffled through the snow, eager to get out of the slush and into Colin's apartment. It was sure to be warm and cozy, and if he knew Colin, there'd be a mug of delicious cocoa waiting for him. With marshmallows. Bradley quickened his pace at the thought. Twenty minutes later and he'd reached his destination. By the look of the clouds rolling in, he was just in time to avoid the worst of the storm that was brewing. Pressing the buzzer, he shifted his weight from one foot to the next as he waited. "'Lo? Bradley?"
"Open up, Morgan! I'm freezing my bollocks off." Bradley heard the snort before the harsh buzzing of his entry came from the intercom. He pounded up the stairs, using each stomp to shake the accumulated snow off of his boots. Reaching Colin's door, he knocked the first half of "Shave and a hair cut"... the answering "Two bits" being knocked onto the door before Colin pulled it open, a smile splitting his face.
Colin let Bradley in, taking his coat and scarf, shaking them off before hanging them over the radiator. Bradley rambled on about his trip out here and the consequent snow storm as Colin set about making him a cup of promised cocoa. Both men stood in the small kitchen as Colin heated the milk - which he'd bought especially for Bradley when he knew he was coming - and added the cocoa mix. Pouring it into a mug, he handed it to Bradley; who promptly looked into the mug and pouted. "No marshmallows?" he asked Colin piteously.
Rolling his eyes, Colin reached into a bag of coloured mini-marshmallows and sprinkled them into Bradley's cup. Quirking a brow, he asked, "Alright, James? Is your inner four year old completely satisfied with your cocoa?"
Bradley ignored the jibe and grinned, blowing on the cocoa before taking a sip, smacking his lips enthusiastically in appreciation. "Delicious. Now, what was this weird indie movie you called me over to watch?"
Colin grinned as they made their way into the living room, watching Bradley place his cocoa on the side table before he 'whumped' into the corner of the couch, sprawling over most of it. He sat at the other end, nudging Bradley's legs over to make room; not complaining when Bradley just lifted them and then settled them onto his lap. Pressing play, Colin reached over and switched off the lamp, leaving the telly as the only light source in the room. And both boys sat and watched "Party Monster".
Bradley laughed out loud during many of the scenes, more often than not at the ridiculous 'costumes' Macaulay Culkin and Seth Green wore throughout the movie. When it ended, they got into a discussion over who would look better in what colour, and if it was possible to make an outfit out of cassette tapes. If so, Bradley was more than game to wear it. Colin rolled his eyes, choosing not to encourage him. Flicking his eyes to the window, Colin was surprised to not only see how dark it was, but that he could barely see the building next door. Getting up, he went to the window to check that yes, there was a full scale blizzard going on outside. "Looks like you're spending the night, oh annoying one."
Bradley raised his brows and gave Colin a cheeky grin. "Got an extra bed?"
"I have a bed. One. Singular, since I am but one person and require only one bed. I'm assuming you have at least twenty at your place... to accommodate all of your personalities." Colin smirked.
"Be fair, Morgan. I've only got six personalities... and we don't mind sharing the bed." Bradley got up and went to take his mug into the kitchen to rinse. Coming out, he stood by the couch and looked a question at Colin. "Want me to take the couch?"
Colin shook his head. "No, you take the bed. I've conked out here enough times to know I can be comfortable."
Bradley frowned a bit, "I don't want to take your bed in your house, mate. I'll be fine out here."
Colin jumped on the couch and lay across it. He faked a yawn. "Oh look at that. So tired. Must sleep..." he trailed off as he pretended to snore.
"And you get paid to act?" Bradley shook his head in disgust. He reached down and hauled Colin to his feet, who protested and made to fall back on the couch. Bradley bent and levered Colin over his shoulder.
"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Colin yelled with a sound smack on Bradley's arse as they headed towards the bedroom.
"What does it look like? And stop flirting, you'll give me ideas." Bradley grinned at the outraged splutterings coming from the body over his shoulder. Reaching the bed, Bradley tossed Colin and watched as he bounced on the bed with a surprised look on his face. "And with that, I bid you good-night." Sketching a quick bow, Bradley turned to leave.
He was thwarted as an irate Colin grabbed the waistband of his trousers and yanked him onto the bed. "Not so fast, you prat. You, bed. Me, couch." Colin scrabbled to get to the bed before Bradley regained his balance. He lost. Bradley yanked him back onto the bed and he and Colin got into a furious wrestling match, neither one content to let the other take the couch.
After a half hour of wrestling and throwing each other on the bed, both men lay there, panting and exhausted. Colin rolled his head to eye Bradley, who grinned back as he gasped. "Truce?" Colin huffed out.
"Only if you stay on the bed." Bradley could be tremendously stubborn when he wanted to be.
Colin's lips twitched. "Only if you stay on the bed."
Bradley blinked and appeared to think this over. He lifted his head and took in the bed, which could comfortably fit four people. "Alright then." Wriggling around, Bradley managed to pull the covers under his body. He tugged at the ones still under Colin until Colin sighed and moved to let Bradley pull them out from under him, waiting until Colin was 'where he should be' before flicking them over the both of them.
They lay there on their backs, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the sound of the storm rage outside. "Bloody hell," Colin said as he sat up. Bradley looked about ready to wrestle him down again, but Colin waved him off. "I have to use the loo. And there is no way I can sleep with the lights on."
"Well hurry up. Or I'll come out there and..." Bradley let the threat trail off as he pointed at Colin. Colin raised his hands in defeat and laughed as he made his way to the bathroom. Coming back into the room, he flicked the light off before running and jumping over Bradley and onto the bed.
Bradley held the blankets up for him and Colin burrowed into them. "You'd better not snore, Bradley."
There was silence for a moment before Bradley answered. "No, no snoring. But... I should warn you - I'm a cuddler."
Colin blinked in the dark. "I think I'm safe from your cuddling ways. I lack breasts."
Bradley snorted. "Doesn't matter. I'm willing to bet good money that you'll wake up with me cuddling you."
Colin mulled this over. "Huh."
"I can still take the couch."
"No... I was just trying to figure out if I'd get to sleep easier if you just did it now."
It was Bradley's turn to blink in the dark. "Really?"
Colin shrugged. "Sure. I'm all for a good cuddle. And it's not like I'm not aware of you not knowing what 'personal space' means."
There was silence in the room for a few heartbeats before the sound of Bradley shuffling over filled the room. He reached out and found Colin, still lying on his back. "Well...?"
Colin rolled over, his back to Bradley. He felt the warmth of Bradley curling up against him, one arm snaking over his waist. After a few moments of beating the pillows and trying to find out whose arm went where, they stilled; bodies finally relaxing into each other.
Nuzzling his nose into the head of hair in front of him, Bradley took a deep, calming breath and sighed out. "Night, Col."
Colin reached an arm down and pulled Bradley's hand up, cuddling it to his chest as he began to drift off. The combination of Bradley's familiar scent and the warmth and safety of the body at his back filling him with ease. "Night, Bradley."
Both men slipped off into slumber, each unaware of the sleeping murmurs of affection they mumbled to the other. It would prove to be the best sleep either of them had had... at least, until the next time.
~End~
Title: Snowed In
Word Count: 1,492
Pairing(s): Bradley/Colin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Fluff. FLUFFY MCFLUFFERFLUFF!
Summary: Who gets the bed when you're snowed over at your mate's?
Author's Note:FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF written for cinnatart's Sleep Over Meme. A nice reprieve from my BB fics. *sighs* Originally posted here
Bradley shuffled through the snow, eager to get out of the slush and into Colin's apartment. It was sure to be warm and cozy, and if he knew Colin, there'd be a mug of delicious cocoa waiting for him. With marshmallows. Bradley quickened his pace at the thought. Twenty minutes later and he'd reached his destination. By the look of the clouds rolling in, he was just in time to avoid the worst of the storm that was brewing. Pressing the buzzer, he shifted his weight from one foot to the next as he waited. "'Lo? Bradley?"
"Open up, Morgan! I'm freezing my bollocks off." Bradley heard the snort before the harsh buzzing of his entry came from the intercom. He pounded up the stairs, using each stomp to shake the accumulated snow off of his boots. Reaching Colin's door, he knocked the first half of "Shave and a hair cut"... the answering "Two bits" being knocked onto the door before Colin pulled it open, a smile splitting his face.
Colin let Bradley in, taking his coat and scarf, shaking them off before hanging them over the radiator. Bradley rambled on about his trip out here and the consequent snow storm as Colin set about making him a cup of promised cocoa. Both men stood in the small kitchen as Colin heated the milk - which he'd bought especially for Bradley when he knew he was coming - and added the cocoa mix. Pouring it into a mug, he handed it to Bradley; who promptly looked into the mug and pouted. "No marshmallows?" he asked Colin piteously.
Rolling his eyes, Colin reached into a bag of coloured mini-marshmallows and sprinkled them into Bradley's cup. Quirking a brow, he asked, "Alright, James? Is your inner four year old completely satisfied with your cocoa?"
Bradley ignored the jibe and grinned, blowing on the cocoa before taking a sip, smacking his lips enthusiastically in appreciation. "Delicious. Now, what was this weird indie movie you called me over to watch?"
Colin grinned as they made their way into the living room, watching Bradley place his cocoa on the side table before he 'whumped' into the corner of the couch, sprawling over most of it. He sat at the other end, nudging Bradley's legs over to make room; not complaining when Bradley just lifted them and then settled them onto his lap. Pressing play, Colin reached over and switched off the lamp, leaving the telly as the only light source in the room. And both boys sat and watched "Party Monster".
Bradley laughed out loud during many of the scenes, more often than not at the ridiculous 'costumes' Macaulay Culkin and Seth Green wore throughout the movie. When it ended, they got into a discussion over who would look better in what colour, and if it was possible to make an outfit out of cassette tapes. If so, Bradley was more than game to wear it. Colin rolled his eyes, choosing not to encourage him. Flicking his eyes to the window, Colin was surprised to not only see how dark it was, but that he could barely see the building next door. Getting up, he went to the window to check that yes, there was a full scale blizzard going on outside. "Looks like you're spending the night, oh annoying one."
Bradley raised his brows and gave Colin a cheeky grin. "Got an extra bed?"
"I have a bed. One. Singular, since I am but one person and require only one bed. I'm assuming you have at least twenty at your place... to accommodate all of your personalities." Colin smirked.
"Be fair, Morgan. I've only got six personalities... and we don't mind sharing the bed." Bradley got up and went to take his mug into the kitchen to rinse. Coming out, he stood by the couch and looked a question at Colin. "Want me to take the couch?"
Colin shook his head. "No, you take the bed. I've conked out here enough times to know I can be comfortable."
Bradley frowned a bit, "I don't want to take your bed in your house, mate. I'll be fine out here."
Colin jumped on the couch and lay across it. He faked a yawn. "Oh look at that. So tired. Must sleep..." he trailed off as he pretended to snore.
"And you get paid to act?" Bradley shook his head in disgust. He reached down and hauled Colin to his feet, who protested and made to fall back on the couch. Bradley bent and levered Colin over his shoulder.
"Oi! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Colin yelled with a sound smack on Bradley's arse as they headed towards the bedroom.
"What does it look like? And stop flirting, you'll give me ideas." Bradley grinned at the outraged splutterings coming from the body over his shoulder. Reaching the bed, Bradley tossed Colin and watched as he bounced on the bed with a surprised look on his face. "And with that, I bid you good-night." Sketching a quick bow, Bradley turned to leave.
He was thwarted as an irate Colin grabbed the waistband of his trousers and yanked him onto the bed. "Not so fast, you prat. You, bed. Me, couch." Colin scrabbled to get to the bed before Bradley regained his balance. He lost. Bradley yanked him back onto the bed and he and Colin got into a furious wrestling match, neither one content to let the other take the couch.
After a half hour of wrestling and throwing each other on the bed, both men lay there, panting and exhausted. Colin rolled his head to eye Bradley, who grinned back as he gasped. "Truce?" Colin huffed out.
"Only if you stay on the bed." Bradley could be tremendously stubborn when he wanted to be.
Colin's lips twitched. "Only if you stay on the bed."
Bradley blinked and appeared to think this over. He lifted his head and took in the bed, which could comfortably fit four people. "Alright then." Wriggling around, Bradley managed to pull the covers under his body. He tugged at the ones still under Colin until Colin sighed and moved to let Bradley pull them out from under him, waiting until Colin was 'where he should be' before flicking them over the both of them.
They lay there on their backs, staring up at the ceiling and listening to the sound of the storm rage outside. "Bloody hell," Colin said as he sat up. Bradley looked about ready to wrestle him down again, but Colin waved him off. "I have to use the loo. And there is no way I can sleep with the lights on."
"Well hurry up. Or I'll come out there and..." Bradley let the threat trail off as he pointed at Colin. Colin raised his hands in defeat and laughed as he made his way to the bathroom. Coming back into the room, he flicked the light off before running and jumping over Bradley and onto the bed.
Bradley held the blankets up for him and Colin burrowed into them. "You'd better not snore, Bradley."
There was silence for a moment before Bradley answered. "No, no snoring. But... I should warn you - I'm a cuddler."
Colin blinked in the dark. "I think I'm safe from your cuddling ways. I lack breasts."
Bradley snorted. "Doesn't matter. I'm willing to bet good money that you'll wake up with me cuddling you."
Colin mulled this over. "Huh."
"I can still take the couch."
"No... I was just trying to figure out if I'd get to sleep easier if you just did it now."
It was Bradley's turn to blink in the dark. "Really?"
Colin shrugged. "Sure. I'm all for a good cuddle. And it's not like I'm not aware of you not knowing what 'personal space' means."
There was silence in the room for a few heartbeats before the sound of Bradley shuffling over filled the room. He reached out and found Colin, still lying on his back. "Well...?"
Colin rolled over, his back to Bradley. He felt the warmth of Bradley curling up against him, one arm snaking over his waist. After a few moments of beating the pillows and trying to find out whose arm went where, they stilled; bodies finally relaxing into each other.
Nuzzling his nose into the head of hair in front of him, Bradley took a deep, calming breath and sighed out. "Night, Col."
Colin reached an arm down and pulled Bradley's hand up, cuddling it to his chest as he began to drift off. The combination of Bradley's familiar scent and the warmth and safety of the body at his back filling him with ease. "Night, Bradley."
Both men slipped off into slumber, each unaware of the sleeping murmurs of affection they mumbled to the other. It would prove to be the best sleep either of them had had... at least, until the next time.
~End~