Fic: Skating
Title: Skating
Author: me
Pairing: Bradley/Colin (non AU RPS)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: This has never happened as far as I know.
Summary: Bradley can hardly be blamed for the attempt. Of course he can’t. Who of us wouldn’t try it too? Short but sweet ^^
AN: My first RPS... but these two are just too adorable not to ^^ Especially when schmoooop says something like, ‘left to me Bradley would have the stealth of an elephant on skates’. I think that goes for his love life in this as much as anything else ^^
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Skating
Bradley can’t help it. It isn’t his fault. No, really, it isn’t. Not when Colin is standing there in all his skinny, slouchy, doe-eyed glory. Not when he’s so absorbed in his conversation with Angel and the occasional skittering glance to see if the set’s been cleared yet despite the knowledge it will, in all likelihood, be another twenty minutes at least. Not when he hasn’t noticed Bradley’s presence despite his being three feet behind him.
Even Angel, usually much less perceptive than Colin, noticed Bradley’s approach and let her gaze flicker away from him with a little half smile tugging her lips when he directed his smirk in Colin’s direction.
He’s never been able to sneak up on Colin. Perpetually aware of his surroundings in an accidental kind of way - as though he just so happened to catch absolutely everything with his enormous blue eyes that Bradley does not find adorable - Colin is un-sneak-up-on-able. No one’s succeeded. Though, that having been said, not many have tried. Except Bradley. And it rankles that he hasn’t succeeded. And he resents Katie telling him that it’s because he has all the stealth of an elephant on skates. Because really, has she seen an elephant on skates? No, no she hasn’t.
Bradley holds his breath, all taught muscles and anticipation and tension as he just waits to be sprung and to spring and he takes the step. Just one. And Colin doesn’t so much as twitch and Bradley wants to jump around at this leap he’s taken toward victory but that will give the game away so he braces himself for one more. He ignores Angel rolling her eyes in favour of watching the back of Colin’s head, imagining what he expects will happen any moment when he pounces - the startled squeak... perhaps a scream, the immediate and hugely gratifying blush that will cover cheeks and neck and possibly silly ears as well and... oh hell.
As if in slow motion, Bradley’s deep, bracing breath has him overbalancing and he falls into Colin and feels warmth under his palms as they land on hip and back - Colin’s hip and back... and now Bradley’s flushing - and Colin is squealing and half-screaming and spinning and blushing furiously but he’s laughing too and next second he’s holding a hand to his chest as though to rip his heart out and hand it to the victor but Bradley can’t spare even a triumphant grin as his own heart is threatening to join Colin’s, trying to make it’s exit through Bradley’s throat. Colin’s laughing now, eyes wide and sparking and the blush looks like something new and different and Bradley’s afraid he got a little lost there for a minute until Colin, still grinning, laughs out, “You really got me then!”
And all of the smugness Bradley forgot about is back - and that has nothing to do with the warmth still tingling away at the skin of his palms, burning his fingers, freezing his fingertips, setting nerves on fire and no, nothing at all to do with any of that - and he is grinning himself, all triumph and victory and his voice filled with pride and he isn’t even sure what he means anymore when he says, “Good, I meant to do that.”
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Hope it was okay... never done RPS before... although getting addicted to reading it alarmingly fast ^^