Fic: Colin & Bradley's LJs (Colin Morgan/Bradley James - RPS) - [1/?]
Title: Colin & Bradley's LJs: Part I
Author: auroraprimavera
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Pairing(s): Colin Morgan/Bradley James
Summary: Shit. He knew he should have f-locked his account.
Word Count: HAHAHA - What?
Warning(s): Complete and utter crack.
Beta: Seriously?
Author's Notes: Started as comment!RPS & was then written for sequanne because her happy day wasn't happy enough. I promised to post it to be read in full. Includes cameo's by the following: shiny-starlight, gealach_ros, auroraprimavera, sequanne
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction - none of this ever happened. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
In Addition: Any works, posts, etc. mentioned are the properties of those that originally posted them. No infrigement is meant & works will always be cited/linked/credited/etc. If you have any problem with this - please say so and the issue will be rectified at once.
"Morgan, what are you doing?"
Colin looked up at Bradley and shrugged, quickly swallowing the bite of sandwich he'd just taken. "Nothing, just replying to some stuff."
"Oh. You going to be done soon?"
Colin looked at his inbox and sighed ruefully, 53 new comments. "I'm not sure. It may be a while. Why?"
Bradley pouted and leaned against the edge of the desk, looking down at Colin. "I wanted to do something. I'm bored. Entertain me."
Colin glanced up at him. "You're such a child, Bradley."
"What are you replying to anyway?"
"Comments."
"What?"
"Comments. Conversations," he shrugged again, "just stuff."
"Like?"
"Well..." Colin thought it over for a quick second than gave in. "Like this for example. She happens to think that your hair is rather flouncy and her friend agrees, although she also adds that it is rather shiny as well. I happen to disagree and told them so. It's gone downhill from there."
"..."
"Oh and then this one - same girl, she's a bit odd really - here she says something about your aviators. Seems like it's some sort of kink. Did you know that?"
"..."
A few minutes passed as he replied to several more comments before Colin realized that Bradley hadn't said anything. He looked up at his friend and saw the odd look he was being given. "What?"
"Are you...are you arguing with - You're arguing with fans?"
"Well, who else is going to disabuse them of the notion that you are some sort of fallen god or angel or something equally horrifying?"
The strangled sound that Bradley made was more than enough of an answer.
-----
Colin was curled up in bed with his laptop when Bradley burst into his room. He had beer and dvds in hand and looked vaguely terrifying. Terrifying in the way that made Colin roll his eyes and wish there was such a thing as an anti Bradley James shield - or something.
"Morgan! We're going to watch Buffy!"
"No, we're not."
"Don't be silly, of course we are."
Colin glanced at Bradley and rolled his eyes again. "You're delusional Bradley. No."
The wide grin on Bradley's face faltered a bit and Colin gamely ignored the flutter of guilt in his chest. He turned back to his screen and smiled as he saw the new message in his account.
"What are you doing?"
He was pushed roughly as Bradley invaded his personal space. He should have been used to this by now.
"Replying."
"Oh."
"Hm."
"The fans again?"
"Yes."
A few moments of silence and then, "What are they saying?"
"What?"
A hand fluttered in his face and fingers made a waving gesture at the emails. "Them."
"What about them?"
"Morgan."
"Yes, Bradley?"
Bradley tugged on his arm and he almost toppled from the suddeness of it. He pulled away and righted his laptop.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
An arm wound around his shoulders and pulled him in flush against Bradley and his laptop was pulled to sit on both their legs.
"Tell me what the fans are saying."
Colin sighed and turned the laptop back towards himself. "Well..."
He wasn't sure where to start...maybe a few comments? Or...no, the RPS fics would be too much for first exposure. It had taken him a while to get used to it. And Bradley, while tough acting was well...Bradley. So...first...
"Ok, here, read this." He quickly clicked through some email conversations and clicked on a thread that took him to the post labeled: Bradley & Colin - how tall are they?
The laptop was twisted back around and Bradley leaned forward, withdrawing his arm. As he read his face went through a myriad of contortions that had Colin stiffling some rather unmanly giggles.
"I'm taller than Santiago!!"
"You're the same Bradley."
"No, I'm taller. It's his damn cheekbones." A finger poked Colin in the cheek. "You two with your cheekbones make me look short."
Before he could say anything Bradley had pushed the laptop away and was pulling Colin up. When they were standing by the bed Bradley eyed him up and down with an oddly intense scrutiny that was usually reserved for strawberries.
"Huh, you are taller than me."
Colin grinned. "Took you long enough."
"Whatever, Morgan."
In the next instant he was manhandled back onto the bed. "All right, what's next?"
"Well..."
The next step would be to slowly introduce Bradley to well...to them. He sent a silent whisper of apology to his friend gealach_ros and hoped that she never found out about Bradley reading her posts. At least he wasn't letting Bradley read the comments.
"There's this one, it's well...about you. Again." He maneuvered the mouse and brought up the post titled: Oh Bradley, why cry thou? [picspam]
Bradley took the laptop again and frowned in concentration. Colin most decidedly did not think how cute he looked like that. Not at all.
"Huh. I hadn't realized that," Bradley scrolled down a bit more and then paused, eyes widening. When his mouth opened and closed soundlessly Colin knew he had reached his personal favorite part of the post. "I was NOT holding your hand!"
"Hm."
"I wasn't! You were there! You know this!"
"They don't."
"But..."
"Just speculation Bradley."
"..."
"Next then?" Colin reached out to take the laptop only to have it pulled away. Bradley was staring at the pictures of himself with another, deeper, frown.
"Would you have let me?"
"..." This time it was Colin that was left speechless.
"If I had wanted to, would you have let me hold your hand?"
"I..." Bradley glanced at him but his look didn't betray anything. "Sure?"
With narrowed eyes and a tight nod Bradley handed him the laptop. "Next."
Colin took the laptop without a word and searched for something to lift Bradley's mood from where it had gone to. He scrolled down in his bookmarks (and he was not going to think about how the majority of them had to do with Bradley) and found one that he knew would ammuse his friend.
He clicked on the link that led to the post titled Picspam: The Ring of James and handed the laptop back to his friend.
"My ring?"
"Your ring."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
Bradley narrowed his eyes and scrolled slowly through the post. He stopped for a moment, glanced at Colin and then continued. He scrolled up a bit and then back down. Then he paused and leaned back, a soft huff escaping him.
"I see."
"It's almost endearing really, the level of scrutiny they have us under."
Bradley turned to him. "They do this about you too?"
"Well, yeah."
"But...my ring?"
"Well, they wonder."
Bradley pursed his lips. "And, they think we're...boyfriends?"
Colin did not blush. He didn't. "They like to think so."
"Interesting." With that Bradley got up and left, leaving Colin to think he had just missed something quite crucial.
-----
A few days go by and after a while Colin brushes it aside, thinking that Bradley had just been, well...Bradley.
It's late when he'd been checking his email, smiling when he saw some of the comments left on his last post. He had been bitching about his "cute co-worker" and how annoying and insufferable he was. His friends were really great and knew just how to make him feel better.
Even if more than a few of them commented that it seemed like he was more than a little in love with said co-worker.
They don't know what they were talking about.
Just as he was about to shut fown for the night a new message popped up on his account.
Huh. He clicked on the name and was taken to a brand new account - one that had actually been set up that very night. No matter what, he was still wary on who he friended, just in case. He was getting ready to ignore the email when another message came up.
Ok...well...against his better judgement he clicked the message and it opened up.
blueeyedprince: So, you think I'm cute?
What? Colin clicked the Reply link and asked what he was thinking.
Two seconds later another message popped up.
blueeyedprince: You think I'm cute.
irishwizard: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who you are. Weirdo.
blueeyedprince: YOU DO!! Don't deny it. I've been reading on about how you moon over me like some lovesick girl.
Shit. He knew he should have f-locked his account.
Wait...what?
irishwizard: What do you mean?
blueeyedprince: You really are dense.
irishwizard: No I'm not.
No reply came and he was about to forget about it when a new email message came in. A reply to his last post. A comment from blueeyedprince.
He clicked on the message and most certainly did not shriek when he realized exactly who he had been talking too.
-----
Nothing happened after that. At least, nothing he noticed at first. Then one night, after another long day of shooting and pointedly ignoring Bradley and his Intense Stares, he realized he had relaxed too soon.
He had made another post about his so called co-worker - only this time he had called Bradley a "blond headed demon from the darkest corners of Hades" - and had garnered quite a few amused responses. He was trying to think of a suitable reply to one when another notice popped into his inbox.
blueeyedprince: Secretly, you love me.
irishwizard: No. I don't.
blueeyedprince: But you think I'm cute.
irishwizard: It was said in a moment of clear weak mindedness. Doesn't mean anything.
blueeyedprince: *pouts*
irishwizard: Not going to work.
shiny-starlight: BITCHFIGHT!!
irishwizard: DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!!
auroraprimavera: THEN YOU ADMIT TO IT!!
irishwizard: What? No I don't!!
shiny-starlight: Yes, you DO.
blueeyedprince: See, they agree with me.
gealach_ros: Awwww, but it's so true. You DO love him. We can tell. *nods*
irishwizard: You're all crazy.
blueeyedprince: And you're crazy about ME
irishwizard: *headdesk*
auroraprimavera: HAHAHA. You so love him.
blueeyedprince: I'm glad at least some people agree with me.
sequanne: You two are so cute!!
irishwizard: WE ARE NOT!
blueeyedprince: We are.
auroraprimavera: You really have blue eyes Prince?
blueeyedprince: I do.
auroraprimavera: Nice. And him?
blueeyedprince: Same.
auroraprimavera: See. DESTINY, dude, FUCKING DESTINY.
irishwizard: OH GOD.
gealach_ros: DESTINY!!! OMG SO TRUE!!!
sequanne: \o/ YAY!! DESTINY FTW!!
shiny-starlight: LOL!! Aurora...you and DESTINY.
blueeyedprince: Nice. I like you.
auroraprimavera: Ditto Prince. Friends?
blueeyedprince: Yeah.
gealach_ros: OH! Me too!
sequanne Same here, friends?
shiny-starlight: Hah, more stalking, awesome.
blueeyedprince: You have great friend Irish.
irishwizard: OH GOD.
-----
Bradley barged into his room without knocking, of course, and slammed his own laptop down next to Colin's. “What is the meaning of this?!?”
“Um?”
“This.” Bradley pointed rather, well pointedly, at his screen. “What the bloody fuck is that?”
Colin frowned and leaned in, reading what was on the screen.
Colin leaning in, and Bradley carefully not moving away, carefully not flinching away at the last moment. Those lips on his own, kinda unsure for a long moment - but then Bradley moved his a little, experimentally, and the kiss became sweet for an instant, then hot, and then clever - Colin’s mouth moving cleverly on his, as if he’d thought about this for a while and figured out what he wanted to do. Which was flattering, and deserved thinking about, but later.
Bradley grabbed the man’s shoulders, and hauled him closer still - Colin’s hands settled on Bradley’s chest and stomach, clutching for balance - and the kiss became passionate, intense, with no hint of cleverness at all, just raw and wonderful. That sword of clarity resounding within Bradley…
Finally Colin pulled away, just far enough away so he could sit up again. He was looking at Bradley’s mouth, and then that blue gaze lifted to meet Bradley’s eyes. Intrigued. Absolutely intrigued. ‘Wow,’ said Colin.
snippet from: Enigma by mrs_leary
“Oh, that?” What was he supposed to say?
“You knew about this Morgan!!”
“I did.”
“And?”
“What?”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“…”
“Morgan!”
“Noting. It’s just…it’s harmless.”
“They’re…” Bradley huffed and waved his hands about. “You know!”
“I see. Does - Does that bother you?”
Bradley didn’t answer, just stared at Colin long and hard. Finally with a final huff he took his laptop back up and slammed back out of the room.
-----
posted by irishwizard:
March 22, 2010 19:30
MY CO-WORKER IS AN ARSE AND I HATE HIM
I am NOT in love with him. He's an arse. He's a bully.
I don't care if he has pretty blue eyes or flouncy hair.
He's an arse.
COMMENTS:
blueeyedprince: You love me. And should I be worried that your icon is well...a girl?
irishwizard: I hate you.
blueeyedprince: No you don't.
auroraprimavera: Aww, Irish, you're using one of my fave icons!
blueeyedprince: Tell me, should I be worried his icon is a bloody GIRL?
auroraprimavera: Hmm, I suppose not.
blueeyedprince: You sure?
shiny-starlight: Nah, he'll be fine. He's just "expressing" himself.
blueeyedprince: I suppose.
gealach_ros: Prince, have you snogged him yet??
sequanne: SNOG HIM.
blueeyedprince: Excuse me?
auroraprimavera: Well, obviously you're supposed to snog. You're in love and it's fucking DESTINY and shit. SNOG HIM.
shiny-starlight: What she said.
irishwizard: You are not my friends anymore. I disown you all.
sequanne: Don't be like that! We're just trying to help you in your love life.
blueeyedprince: You think I should?
gealach_ros: YES!!
shiny-starlight: Why else would we suggest it?
irishwizard: Because you're all sadistic bitches that like to torture me?
sequanne: Get on with it!
auroraprimavera: Well then?
blueeyedprince: BRB.
sequanne: REALLY??
irishwizard: ALDSKJOUFJODSFJLSDKJFKDSHF
shiny-starlight: HAH, sweet. About time.
gealach_ros: I know!! Hey, did I mention that HOT NEW PIC OF BRADLEY??? *MELTS*
auroraprimavera: Looks like we've lost Irish.
sequanne: Good for him.
auroraprimavera: At least one of us is getting some. And yes, that new pic? HOTNESS.
|END| (Or is it?)
[ Part II]
Author: auroraprimavera
Rating: PG-13 (for mild language)
Pairing(s): Colin Morgan/Bradley James
Summary: Shit. He knew he should have f-locked his account.
Word Count: HAHAHA - What?
Warning(s): Complete and utter crack.
Beta: Seriously?
Author's Notes: Started as comment!RPS & was then written for sequanne because her happy day wasn't happy enough. I promised to post it to be read in full. Includes cameo's by the following: shiny-starlight, gealach_ros, auroraprimavera, sequanne
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction - none of this ever happened. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Please observe your local laws with regards to the age-limit and content of this work.
In Addition: Any works, posts, etc. mentioned are the properties of those that originally posted them. No infrigement is meant & works will always be cited/linked/credited/etc. If you have any problem with this - please say so and the issue will be rectified at once.
"Morgan, what are you doing?"
Colin looked up at Bradley and shrugged, quickly swallowing the bite of sandwich he'd just taken. "Nothing, just replying to some stuff."
"Oh. You going to be done soon?"
Colin looked at his inbox and sighed ruefully, 53 new comments. "I'm not sure. It may be a while. Why?"
Bradley pouted and leaned against the edge of the desk, looking down at Colin. "I wanted to do something. I'm bored. Entertain me."
Colin glanced up at him. "You're such a child, Bradley."
"What are you replying to anyway?"
"Comments."
"What?"
"Comments. Conversations," he shrugged again, "just stuff."
"Like?"
"Well..." Colin thought it over for a quick second than gave in. "Like this for example. She happens to think that your hair is rather flouncy and her friend agrees, although she also adds that it is rather shiny as well. I happen to disagree and told them so. It's gone downhill from there."
"..."
"Oh and then this one - same girl, she's a bit odd really - here she says something about your aviators. Seems like it's some sort of kink. Did you know that?"
"..."
A few minutes passed as he replied to several more comments before Colin realized that Bradley hadn't said anything. He looked up at his friend and saw the odd look he was being given. "What?"
"Are you...are you arguing with - You're arguing with fans?"
"Well, who else is going to disabuse them of the notion that you are some sort of fallen god or angel or something equally horrifying?"
The strangled sound that Bradley made was more than enough of an answer.
-----
Colin was curled up in bed with his laptop when Bradley burst into his room. He had beer and dvds in hand and looked vaguely terrifying. Terrifying in the way that made Colin roll his eyes and wish there was such a thing as an anti Bradley James shield - or something.
"Morgan! We're going to watch Buffy!"
"No, we're not."
"Don't be silly, of course we are."
Colin glanced at Bradley and rolled his eyes again. "You're delusional Bradley. No."
The wide grin on Bradley's face faltered a bit and Colin gamely ignored the flutter of guilt in his chest. He turned back to his screen and smiled as he saw the new message in his account.
"What are you doing?"
He was pushed roughly as Bradley invaded his personal space. He should have been used to this by now.
"Replying."
"Oh."
"Hm."
"The fans again?"
"Yes."
A few moments of silence and then, "What are they saying?"
"What?"
A hand fluttered in his face and fingers made a waving gesture at the emails. "Them."
"What about them?"
"Morgan."
"Yes, Bradley?"
Bradley tugged on his arm and he almost toppled from the suddeness of it. He pulled away and righted his laptop.
"Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
An arm wound around his shoulders and pulled him in flush against Bradley and his laptop was pulled to sit on both their legs.
"Tell me what the fans are saying."
Colin sighed and turned the laptop back towards himself. "Well..."
He wasn't sure where to start...maybe a few comments? Or...no, the RPS fics would be too much for first exposure. It had taken him a while to get used to it. And Bradley, while tough acting was well...Bradley. So...first...
"Ok, here, read this." He quickly clicked through some email conversations and clicked on a thread that took him to the post labeled: Bradley & Colin - how tall are they?
The laptop was twisted back around and Bradley leaned forward, withdrawing his arm. As he read his face went through a myriad of contortions that had Colin stiffling some rather unmanly giggles.
"I'm taller than Santiago!!"
"You're the same Bradley."
"No, I'm taller. It's his damn cheekbones." A finger poked Colin in the cheek. "You two with your cheekbones make me look short."
Before he could say anything Bradley had pushed the laptop away and was pulling Colin up. When they were standing by the bed Bradley eyed him up and down with an oddly intense scrutiny that was usually reserved for strawberries.
"Huh, you are taller than me."
Colin grinned. "Took you long enough."
"Whatever, Morgan."
In the next instant he was manhandled back onto the bed. "All right, what's next?"
"Well..."
The next step would be to slowly introduce Bradley to well...to them. He sent a silent whisper of apology to his friend gealach_ros and hoped that she never found out about Bradley reading her posts. At least he wasn't letting Bradley read the comments.
"There's this one, it's well...about you. Again." He maneuvered the mouse and brought up the post titled: Oh Bradley, why cry thou? [picspam]
Bradley took the laptop again and frowned in concentration. Colin most decidedly did not think how cute he looked like that. Not at all.
"Huh. I hadn't realized that," Bradley scrolled down a bit more and then paused, eyes widening. When his mouth opened and closed soundlessly Colin knew he had reached his personal favorite part of the post. "I was NOT holding your hand!"
"Hm."
"I wasn't! You were there! You know this!"
"They don't."
"But..."
"Just speculation Bradley."
"..."
"Next then?" Colin reached out to take the laptop only to have it pulled away. Bradley was staring at the pictures of himself with another, deeper, frown.
"Would you have let me?"
"..." This time it was Colin that was left speechless.
"If I had wanted to, would you have let me hold your hand?"
"I..." Bradley glanced at him but his look didn't betray anything. "Sure?"
With narrowed eyes and a tight nod Bradley handed him the laptop. "Next."
Colin took the laptop without a word and searched for something to lift Bradley's mood from where it had gone to. He scrolled down in his bookmarks (and he was not going to think about how the majority of them had to do with Bradley) and found one that he knew would ammuse his friend.
He clicked on the link that led to the post titled Picspam: The Ring of James and handed the laptop back to his friend.
"My ring?"
"Your ring."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
Bradley narrowed his eyes and scrolled slowly through the post. He stopped for a moment, glanced at Colin and then continued. He scrolled up a bit and then back down. Then he paused and leaned back, a soft huff escaping him.
"I see."
"It's almost endearing really, the level of scrutiny they have us under."
Bradley turned to him. "They do this about you too?"
"Well, yeah."
"But...my ring?"
"Well, they wonder."
Bradley pursed his lips. "And, they think we're...boyfriends?"
Colin did not blush. He didn't. "They like to think so."
"Interesting." With that Bradley got up and left, leaving Colin to think he had just missed something quite crucial.
-----
A few days go by and after a while Colin brushes it aside, thinking that Bradley had just been, well...Bradley.
It's late when he'd been checking his email, smiling when he saw some of the comments left on his last post. He had been bitching about his "cute co-worker" and how annoying and insufferable he was. His friends were really great and knew just how to make him feel better.
Even if more than a few of them commented that it seemed like he was more than a little in love with said co-worker.
They don't know what they were talking about.
Just as he was about to shut fown for the night a new message popped up on his account.
Huh. He clicked on the name and was taken to a brand new account - one that had actually been set up that very night. No matter what, he was still wary on who he friended, just in case. He was getting ready to ignore the email when another message came up.
Ok...well...against his better judgement he clicked the message and it opened up.
blueeyedprince: So, you think I'm cute?
What? Colin clicked the Reply link and asked what he was thinking.
Two seconds later another message popped up.
blueeyedprince: You think I'm cute.
irishwizard: I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know who you are. Weirdo.
blueeyedprince: YOU DO!! Don't deny it. I've been reading on about how you moon over me like some lovesick girl.
Shit. He knew he should have f-locked his account.
Wait...what?
irishwizard: What do you mean?
blueeyedprince: You really are dense.
irishwizard: No I'm not.
No reply came and he was about to forget about it when a new email message came in. A reply to his last post. A comment from blueeyedprince.
He clicked on the message and most certainly did not shriek when he realized exactly who he had been talking too.
-----
Nothing happened after that. At least, nothing he noticed at first. Then one night, after another long day of shooting and pointedly ignoring Bradley and his Intense Stares, he realized he had relaxed too soon.
He had made another post about his so called co-worker - only this time he had called Bradley a "blond headed demon from the darkest corners of Hades" - and had garnered quite a few amused responses. He was trying to think of a suitable reply to one when another notice popped into his inbox.
blueeyedprince: Secretly, you love me.
irishwizard: No. I don't.
blueeyedprince: But you think I'm cute.
irishwizard: It was said in a moment of clear weak mindedness. Doesn't mean anything.
blueeyedprince: *pouts*
irishwizard: Not going to work.
shiny-starlight: BITCHFIGHT!!
irishwizard: DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM!!
auroraprimavera: THEN YOU ADMIT TO IT!!
irishwizard: What? No I don't!!
shiny-starlight: Yes, you DO.
blueeyedprince: See, they agree with me.
gealach_ros: Awwww, but it's so true. You DO love him. We can tell. *nods*
irishwizard: You're all crazy.
blueeyedprince: And you're crazy about ME
irishwizard: *headdesk*
auroraprimavera: HAHAHA. You so love him.
blueeyedprince: I'm glad at least some people agree with me.
sequanne: You two are so cute!!
irishwizard: WE ARE NOT!
blueeyedprince: We are.
auroraprimavera: You really have blue eyes Prince?
blueeyedprince: I do.
auroraprimavera: Nice. And him?
blueeyedprince: Same.
auroraprimavera: See. DESTINY, dude, FUCKING DESTINY.
irishwizard: OH GOD.
gealach_ros: DESTINY!!! OMG SO TRUE!!!
sequanne: \o/ YAY!! DESTINY FTW!!
shiny-starlight: LOL!! Aurora...you and DESTINY.
blueeyedprince: Nice. I like you.
auroraprimavera: Ditto Prince. Friends?
blueeyedprince: Yeah.
gealach_ros: OH! Me too!
sequanne Same here, friends?
shiny-starlight: Hah, more stalking, awesome.
blueeyedprince: You have great friend Irish.
irishwizard: OH GOD.
-----
Bradley barged into his room without knocking, of course, and slammed his own laptop down next to Colin's. “What is the meaning of this?!?”
“Um?”
“This.” Bradley pointed rather, well pointedly, at his screen. “What the bloody fuck is that?”
Colin frowned and leaned in, reading what was on the screen.
Colin leaning in, and Bradley carefully not moving away, carefully not flinching away at the last moment. Those lips on his own, kinda unsure for a long moment - but then Bradley moved his a little, experimentally, and the kiss became sweet for an instant, then hot, and then clever - Colin’s mouth moving cleverly on his, as if he’d thought about this for a while and figured out what he wanted to do. Which was flattering, and deserved thinking about, but later.
Bradley grabbed the man’s shoulders, and hauled him closer still - Colin’s hands settled on Bradley’s chest and stomach, clutching for balance - and the kiss became passionate, intense, with no hint of cleverness at all, just raw and wonderful. That sword of clarity resounding within Bradley…
Finally Colin pulled away, just far enough away so he could sit up again. He was looking at Bradley’s mouth, and then that blue gaze lifted to meet Bradley’s eyes. Intrigued. Absolutely intrigued. ‘Wow,’ said Colin.
snippet from: Enigma by mrs_leary
“Oh, that?” What was he supposed to say?
“You knew about this Morgan!!”
“I did.”
“And?”
“What?”
“What are you going to do about it?”
“…”
“Morgan!”
“Noting. It’s just…it’s harmless.”
“They’re…” Bradley huffed and waved his hands about. “You know!”
“I see. Does - Does that bother you?”
Bradley didn’t answer, just stared at Colin long and hard. Finally with a final huff he took his laptop back up and slammed back out of the room.
-----
posted by irishwizard:
March 22, 2010 19:30
MY CO-WORKER IS AN ARSE AND I HATE HIM
I am NOT in love with him. He's an arse. He's a bully.
I don't care if he has pretty blue eyes or flouncy hair.
He's an arse.
COMMENTS:
blueeyedprince: You love me. And should I be worried that your icon is well...a girl?
irishwizard: I hate you.
blueeyedprince: No you don't.
auroraprimavera: Aww, Irish, you're using one of my fave icons!
blueeyedprince: Tell me, should I be worried his icon is a bloody GIRL?
auroraprimavera: Hmm, I suppose not.
blueeyedprince: You sure?
shiny-starlight: Nah, he'll be fine. He's just "expressing" himself.
blueeyedprince: I suppose.
gealach_ros: Prince, have you snogged him yet??
sequanne: SNOG HIM.
blueeyedprince: Excuse me?
auroraprimavera: Well, obviously you're supposed to snog. You're in love and it's fucking DESTINY and shit. SNOG HIM.
shiny-starlight: What she said.
irishwizard: You are not my friends anymore. I disown you all.
sequanne: Don't be like that! We're just trying to help you in your love life.
blueeyedprince: You think I should?
gealach_ros: YES!!
shiny-starlight: Why else would we suggest it?
irishwizard: Because you're all sadistic bitches that like to torture me?
sequanne: Get on with it!
auroraprimavera: Well then?
blueeyedprince: BRB.
sequanne: REALLY??
irishwizard: ALDSKJOUFJODSFJLSDKJFKDSHF
shiny-starlight: HAH, sweet. About time.
gealach_ros: I know!! Hey, did I mention that HOT NEW PIC OF BRADLEY??? *MELTS*
auroraprimavera: Looks like we've lost Irish.
sequanne: Good for him.
auroraprimavera: At least one of us is getting some. And yes, that new pic? HOTNESS.
|END| (Or is it?)
[ Part II]