The one where Bradley doesn't have kinks, NC17, Bradley/Colin
The one where Bradley doesn't have 'kinks'.
Author: wedabble
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I think...
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Word Count: 2463
Summary: Colin finds Bradley in a very compromising position and Bradley realizes he has a kink when it comes to Colin.
A/N: Written for kajmere because I only write P0rn for her. <3
I can tell you right now I don’t have a type. I don’t prefer blondes over brunettes. Tall over short. Green eyes over brown.
And now I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I don’t prefer woman over men.
I just prefer Colin.
~~
I could thank shitty TV for what happened. Or the fact I hadn’t had sex in months.
But I mostly blame Colin.
Colin with his big goofy grin and ears way too large for his head. The way he wears jeans way too large for his small butt…
Not that I look at his butt. Cause I don’t.
Right, anyway.
I blame Colin for what happened.
It was late. And the only thing on TV, since God forbid I’m out having a good time instead of sitting in front of my TV, was some Dr. Who marathon. I’d never seen this show which is odd considering it’s like the most popular show in the UK. I’m barely paying attention. For some reason the strings on my sweat pants are way more exciting.
God, what has my life come to?
But then it happened.
Something that literally changed my whole life.
I look up for a split second at the TV and see Colin.
But it wasn’t Colin. At least not the Colin I am used to seeing.
This Colin’s hair was JET black. Way darker than his normal black. And he. Had. Eyeliner. On.
Eyeliner.
And black nail polish.
It’s Emo Goth Colin.
And I am instantly hard.
Now listen. I don’t have kinks. I don’t like high heels with lingerie. I mean yeah its nice if the chick has it on but I don’t get all hot and bothered for it.
I don’t have a thing for having sex in public and I don’t, under any circumstances, ever get turned on by guys in makeup.
Just Colin in makeup.
Which makes my life more fucked up than I ever thought possible.
I put my hand over my protruding hard on in my sweat pants and almost moan at how turned on I am. The gentle touch of my hand is already making it impossible to think about anything else.
But Colin. In eyeliner. And angry. He’s so angry in this show. And it’s hot. So fucking hot.
Fuck it.
Who cares? No one has to know right?
I lower my sweat pants down and take out my cock. I’m already leaking all over my fingers and I reach for the remote, putting the TV on mute. I don’t need to hear what’s going on. I just need to see Colin.
Fucking Colin.
Great now I’m thinking about fucking Colin.
I slowly run my hand up and down my shaft, feeling myself get harder and harder with every stroke if that’s even possible.
I close my eyes, imagining Colin’s black painted fingers wrapped around my cock and his mouth wrapping around the head and licking the pre cum off it. My whole body shudders and I grip the couch cushion and let out a thunderous moan.
I have a kink.
I have a fucking kink.
And it’s Colin fucking Morgan.
Oh god. Fucking Colin Morgan.
I’m close, I can feel my balls tighten up and I open my eyes to get one last look at Goth Colin on TV and…
“What are you doing?”
I scream, tucking my manhood back in pants as quickly as I can.
“Don’t you fucking KNOCK?”
“Um, when do I ever knock? Is this what you do at night? Sit in front of the TV and wank off to Dr. Who? Is that your secret kink?”
“NO! I wasn’t even WATCHING it!”
“Uh, huh.” Colin looks back at the TV and freezes when he sees himself staring back at him.
“You were wanking off to my episode of Dr. Who?”
“NO! I…dammit.” I bury my face in my hands. This had to be the worst possible thing to ever happen to me.
“Bradley.” Colin leans down and pulls my hands from my face. “It’s okay.”
“Okay? Its okay that you walked in on me wanking off to Dr. Who?”
“No. It’s okay because I walked in on you wanking off thinking about me.”
I smirk. I reach up and brush his hair off his forehead. “You need a haircut.”
His eyes flutter; like he’s trying not to close his eyes as I touch his hair.
“What’s happening?” He whispers.
Suddenly I have the greatest idea I have ever had in my entire meaningless existence. I stand; bringing him up with me. I take his wrist and lead him toward the bathroom. I sit him down on the closed toilet lid and he looks up at me, half smiling; his forehead creased with adorable confusion.
“What are you doing?”
I shuffle through the medicine cabinet knowing what I’m looking for still has to be in here. When I find it I let out a huge “aha!” and look down at him with a mischievous grin.
“What’s that?” He whispers. God, how come I never noticed till now how fucking hot he was? Maybe I did but I chose to ignore it.
“One of my old girlfriends left it here. I don’t know why I never threw it out but now I’m glad I didn’t.”
“Eye liner? So you do have a kink.”
“Just on you.” I kneel down in front of him and pull his eye lid down. He looks up at the ceiling, like an old pro. But he was. They had to do this to him when he was on the show.
He’s letting me do this. Nothing had even been discussed. He walks in on me wanking off, first off, and it doesn’t faze him. Then he realizes I’m doing it to HIM on TV and still, nothing. This means one of two things. He’s either really easy going and accepts me no matter what, or he himself likes the idea that I wank off to the thought of him.
And now he’s allowing me to put eye liner on him with the implications of god knows what to come.
I look down to the crotch of his pants to find he’s hard. He’s sodding turned on. He’s turned on because I’m turned on.
Christ.
When I’m done, I set the eyeliner down on the side of the sink and he blinks a few times before his blue eyes finally focus on mine. I swallow hard and feel my already blue balled hard cock jerk in my sweat pants.
“Good?” He asks. I nod.
We both stare at each other not entirely sure what we are to do next.
His mouth is so close to mine; breathing hot air against my lips. His pink tongue slips out from between and licks them quickly. Like he’s preparing.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I huff out; for some reason out of breath.
He nods and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I lean in, my knees hitting his as he continues to sit on the toilet. Our noses bump and he smiles a little as I tilt my head slightly so our lips can touch in the exact right position.
There are no fireworks. No explosions. Colin takes in a deep breath when my lips finally reach his. He keeps his breath held until I pull back. He breathes out, eyes wide.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods.
I take in the sight in front of me. Colin; hair a mess, eye liner on, heart exposed. He’s nervous in the exact right way. And I have never been so turned on in my life.
“Are you hard?” I whisper.
“Y-Yes.”
“I like the eye liner.”
“I know.”
“Do you wanna…?”
“Yes. Yes.” He stands, pulling me up by under my arm and drags me into my bedroom. I laugh at his eagerness.
When we get into the bedroom he slams me against the wall, half hitting my dresser causing my deodorant and my cologne to topple over. He smashes his mouth against mine; forcing it open with his tongue.
I’m taken a back for a moment but then grab the side of his face and force his mouth open wider. Our noses are bumping. We’re humping each other’s legs like dogs in heat. Odd weird nasal noises are escaping our noses and throats. Hands are flying, gripping and when I shove him hard backwards; he hits the edge of my bed and flops down on top of it. I straddle him, holding his arms above his head. I lick his cheek and he giggles.
I glare at him.
He stops.
He realizes time for gentleness is over. This is my fantasy, my ‘kink’ and this is going to go my way.
I lean down and press my lips to his ear.
“Tonight you're mine. Tomorrow we can go slowly, okay? Light candles or whatever romantic shit you want.”
He nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Being yours is all I want, Bradley.”
I sigh into him and the feeling of his heart against mine is just almost too much for me to handle. I feel overwhelmed. Like the world is spinning out of orbit. Like I can’t catch my breath. I tug at his hair and he purrs against my face. I’m not sure how I went without this all this time. How I could hide it. How I could hide the fact that all I thought about was him. That the times he was close to me all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him. Any part of him. And now that I had him…
“Hey.”
His voice pulls me from my thoughts. He touches the side of my face and smiles. “Where did you go?”
“Sorry. Thinking.”
“About?” He blinks his long lashes over his blue eyes lined with black and my stomach does a flip.
“You. Always you.”
He wiggles underneath me, showing me he’s anxious for me to do something, anything to him.
I run my hand underneath his t-shirt feeling his warm skin against my palm. My fingertip grazes his nipple and he whimpers. It goes straight to my cock and I bite his neck, growling. I literally cannot stand how hot he is.
“Slow, okay? I mean…” He stammers. “I want to. I just…maybe we should…”
I pull up and look down into his eyes. “You’re old fashioned, huh? Want me to take you on a proper date before we fuck?”
He blushes and bites his lower lip. “We could…do other stuff…I just…”
“You’re nervous. It’s okay.” I kiss him softly. “But I find it very hard to keep my hands off you when you’re wearing that eye liner.”
“You can touch me.” He huffs out; pushing his hips up to mine. He’s hard. Really fucking hard.
“Oh I plan to.” I undo his pants slowly, watching as his mouth hangs open and his breathing becomes rapid as my fingers graze just underneath the waist band of his underwear. His neck and cheeks are flushed with crimson; sprawled out under me, wanton. He lifts his hips when I tug on his jeans and they slide off easily and I push them off his legs and down onto my bedroom floor. I can see the outline of his dick; hard and leaking in his boxer briefs. I scoot down and press my hot mouth to him. He moans, bucking up into my face. I nip at him and he grabs the back of my head. I have to laugh when he eagerly pushes his underwear down and his cock escapes; bobbing in my face.
I lick the tip and I watch as his other hand grips the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white. He’s trying not to make too much noise.
“Feel good?” I breathe against his tip, watching as precum pools in the slit.
“Mmm Hmmm.” He squeaks.
“Then let me hear it.”
He groans and pusheS his cock against my lips. I swallow him in one gulp, licking the underside of his cock; my tongue brushing against his balls.
He lets out sounds I had never heard from another human before. Colin makes better sounds than any girl I had been with. My nose hits the small patch of hair above his cock and I continue to swallow and lick, picking up a good rhythm.
He’s writhing in pleasure; one hand pressed firmly against the back of my head; every now and then tugging on my hair. He’s groaning and moaning and grunting as I cover his cock in my spit. I reach underneath him and gently caress his balls which sends him through the roof. He lets of a scream of my name I’m sure God himself heard and I let up on his cock with a loud slurping sound. His cock is glistening with wetness from me and him and I know he’s close. His cock is bright red; aching for release.
“You wanna cum, Colin?”
He nods vigorously.
I use my hand this time as I suck on him; jerking up and down with the same motions as my mouth. He’s chanting a series of yes’s and various versions of my name and with one last ‘Oh God’ I feel him flood my mouth with white hot salty heat. I swallow it down in a few gulps and lick his tip clean before climbing back up to him and sharing him with himself. He laps at the inside of my mouth; sucking on my tongue and holding the sides of my face as he devours me.
When we finally break apart; out of breath and smiling; he presses his forehead to mine.
“So worth the wait.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been waiting…” He catches his breath. “For you to realize you wanted me for a long time, Bradley.”
I shake my head. “You wanker. You didn’t you just TELL ME?”
I roll off him and onto my back. I place my hand over my still very hard and aching cock.
“Because.” He props himself up on his elbow and faces me. “Sometimes things need to be learned on their own. Or by watching Dr. Who.”
I roll my eyes. “That has nothing to do with it.”
“Oh? Is that why I’m wearing eye liner right now?”
I cover my face in my hands. “We are never to speak of that.”
He giggles and buries his face in my shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
“Now.” I grab his hand and place it over my still incredibly hard cock. “I believe we have unfinished business since you so rudely interrupted me.”
He nibbles my ear before he slides down my body and pulls my sweat pants down slowly. “Lucky for you I have my own kinks.”
So I'll say it again. I don't have kinks.
I just have Colin.
Author: wedabble
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I think...
Pairing: Bradley/Colin
Word Count: 2463
Summary: Colin finds Bradley in a very compromising position and Bradley realizes he has a kink when it comes to Colin.
A/N: Written for kajmere because I only write P0rn for her. <3
I can tell you right now I don’t have a type. I don’t prefer blondes over brunettes. Tall over short. Green eyes over brown.
And now I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt, I don’t prefer woman over men.
I just prefer Colin.
~~
I could thank shitty TV for what happened. Or the fact I hadn’t had sex in months.
But I mostly blame Colin.
Colin with his big goofy grin and ears way too large for his head. The way he wears jeans way too large for his small butt…
Not that I look at his butt. Cause I don’t.
Right, anyway.
I blame Colin for what happened.
It was late. And the only thing on TV, since God forbid I’m out having a good time instead of sitting in front of my TV, was some Dr. Who marathon. I’d never seen this show which is odd considering it’s like the most popular show in the UK. I’m barely paying attention. For some reason the strings on my sweat pants are way more exciting.
God, what has my life come to?
But then it happened.
Something that literally changed my whole life.
I look up for a split second at the TV and see Colin.
But it wasn’t Colin. At least not the Colin I am used to seeing.
This Colin’s hair was JET black. Way darker than his normal black. And he. Had. Eyeliner. On.
Eyeliner.
And black nail polish.
It’s Emo Goth Colin.
And I am instantly hard.
Now listen. I don’t have kinks. I don’t like high heels with lingerie. I mean yeah its nice if the chick has it on but I don’t get all hot and bothered for it.
I don’t have a thing for having sex in public and I don’t, under any circumstances, ever get turned on by guys in makeup.
Just Colin in makeup.
Which makes my life more fucked up than I ever thought possible.
I put my hand over my protruding hard on in my sweat pants and almost moan at how turned on I am. The gentle touch of my hand is already making it impossible to think about anything else.
But Colin. In eyeliner. And angry. He’s so angry in this show. And it’s hot. So fucking hot.
Fuck it.
Who cares? No one has to know right?
I lower my sweat pants down and take out my cock. I’m already leaking all over my fingers and I reach for the remote, putting the TV on mute. I don’t need to hear what’s going on. I just need to see Colin.
Fucking Colin.
Great now I’m thinking about fucking Colin.
I slowly run my hand up and down my shaft, feeling myself get harder and harder with every stroke if that’s even possible.
I close my eyes, imagining Colin’s black painted fingers wrapped around my cock and his mouth wrapping around the head and licking the pre cum off it. My whole body shudders and I grip the couch cushion and let out a thunderous moan.
I have a kink.
I have a fucking kink.
And it’s Colin fucking Morgan.
Oh god. Fucking Colin Morgan.
I’m close, I can feel my balls tighten up and I open my eyes to get one last look at Goth Colin on TV and…
“What are you doing?”
I scream, tucking my manhood back in pants as quickly as I can.
“Don’t you fucking KNOCK?”
“Um, when do I ever knock? Is this what you do at night? Sit in front of the TV and wank off to Dr. Who? Is that your secret kink?”
“NO! I wasn’t even WATCHING it!”
“Uh, huh.” Colin looks back at the TV and freezes when he sees himself staring back at him.
“You were wanking off to my episode of Dr. Who?”
“NO! I…dammit.” I bury my face in my hands. This had to be the worst possible thing to ever happen to me.
“Bradley.” Colin leans down and pulls my hands from my face. “It’s okay.”
“Okay? Its okay that you walked in on me wanking off to Dr. Who?”
“No. It’s okay because I walked in on you wanking off thinking about me.”
I smirk. I reach up and brush his hair off his forehead. “You need a haircut.”
His eyes flutter; like he’s trying not to close his eyes as I touch his hair.
“What’s happening?” He whispers.
Suddenly I have the greatest idea I have ever had in my entire meaningless existence. I stand; bringing him up with me. I take his wrist and lead him toward the bathroom. I sit him down on the closed toilet lid and he looks up at me, half smiling; his forehead creased with adorable confusion.
“What are you doing?”
I shuffle through the medicine cabinet knowing what I’m looking for still has to be in here. When I find it I let out a huge “aha!” and look down at him with a mischievous grin.
“What’s that?” He whispers. God, how come I never noticed till now how fucking hot he was? Maybe I did but I chose to ignore it.
“One of my old girlfriends left it here. I don’t know why I never threw it out but now I’m glad I didn’t.”
“Eye liner? So you do have a kink.”
“Just on you.” I kneel down in front of him and pull his eye lid down. He looks up at the ceiling, like an old pro. But he was. They had to do this to him when he was on the show.
He’s letting me do this. Nothing had even been discussed. He walks in on me wanking off, first off, and it doesn’t faze him. Then he realizes I’m doing it to HIM on TV and still, nothing. This means one of two things. He’s either really easy going and accepts me no matter what, or he himself likes the idea that I wank off to the thought of him.
And now he’s allowing me to put eye liner on him with the implications of god knows what to come.
I look down to the crotch of his pants to find he’s hard. He’s sodding turned on. He’s turned on because I’m turned on.
Christ.
When I’m done, I set the eyeliner down on the side of the sink and he blinks a few times before his blue eyes finally focus on mine. I swallow hard and feel my already blue balled hard cock jerk in my sweat pants.
“Good?” He asks. I nod.
We both stare at each other not entirely sure what we are to do next.
His mouth is so close to mine; breathing hot air against my lips. His pink tongue slips out from between and licks them quickly. Like he’s preparing.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I huff out; for some reason out of breath.
He nods and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I lean in, my knees hitting his as he continues to sit on the toilet. Our noses bump and he smiles a little as I tilt my head slightly so our lips can touch in the exact right position.
There are no fireworks. No explosions. Colin takes in a deep breath when my lips finally reach his. He keeps his breath held until I pull back. He breathes out, eyes wide.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods.
I take in the sight in front of me. Colin; hair a mess, eye liner on, heart exposed. He’s nervous in the exact right way. And I have never been so turned on in my life.
“Are you hard?” I whisper.
“Y-Yes.”
“I like the eye liner.”
“I know.”
“Do you wanna…?”
“Yes. Yes.” He stands, pulling me up by under my arm and drags me into my bedroom. I laugh at his eagerness.
When we get into the bedroom he slams me against the wall, half hitting my dresser causing my deodorant and my cologne to topple over. He smashes his mouth against mine; forcing it open with his tongue.
I’m taken a back for a moment but then grab the side of his face and force his mouth open wider. Our noses are bumping. We’re humping each other’s legs like dogs in heat. Odd weird nasal noises are escaping our noses and throats. Hands are flying, gripping and when I shove him hard backwards; he hits the edge of my bed and flops down on top of it. I straddle him, holding his arms above his head. I lick his cheek and he giggles.
I glare at him.
He stops.
He realizes time for gentleness is over. This is my fantasy, my ‘kink’ and this is going to go my way.
I lean down and press my lips to his ear.
“Tonight you're mine. Tomorrow we can go slowly, okay? Light candles or whatever romantic shit you want.”
He nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Being yours is all I want, Bradley.”
I sigh into him and the feeling of his heart against mine is just almost too much for me to handle. I feel overwhelmed. Like the world is spinning out of orbit. Like I can’t catch my breath. I tug at his hair and he purrs against my face. I’m not sure how I went without this all this time. How I could hide it. How I could hide the fact that all I thought about was him. That the times he was close to me all I wanted to do was reach out and touch him. Any part of him. And now that I had him…
“Hey.”
His voice pulls me from my thoughts. He touches the side of my face and smiles. “Where did you go?”
“Sorry. Thinking.”
“About?” He blinks his long lashes over his blue eyes lined with black and my stomach does a flip.
“You. Always you.”
He wiggles underneath me, showing me he’s anxious for me to do something, anything to him.
I run my hand underneath his t-shirt feeling his warm skin against my palm. My fingertip grazes his nipple and he whimpers. It goes straight to my cock and I bite his neck, growling. I literally cannot stand how hot he is.
“Slow, okay? I mean…” He stammers. “I want to. I just…maybe we should…”
I pull up and look down into his eyes. “You’re old fashioned, huh? Want me to take you on a proper date before we fuck?”
He blushes and bites his lower lip. “We could…do other stuff…I just…”
“You’re nervous. It’s okay.” I kiss him softly. “But I find it very hard to keep my hands off you when you’re wearing that eye liner.”
“You can touch me.” He huffs out; pushing his hips up to mine. He’s hard. Really fucking hard.
“Oh I plan to.” I undo his pants slowly, watching as his mouth hangs open and his breathing becomes rapid as my fingers graze just underneath the waist band of his underwear. His neck and cheeks are flushed with crimson; sprawled out under me, wanton. He lifts his hips when I tug on his jeans and they slide off easily and I push them off his legs and down onto my bedroom floor. I can see the outline of his dick; hard and leaking in his boxer briefs. I scoot down and press my hot mouth to him. He moans, bucking up into my face. I nip at him and he grabs the back of my head. I have to laugh when he eagerly pushes his underwear down and his cock escapes; bobbing in my face.
I lick the tip and I watch as his other hand grips the sheets so tightly his knuckles turn white. He’s trying not to make too much noise.
“Feel good?” I breathe against his tip, watching as precum pools in the slit.
“Mmm Hmmm.” He squeaks.
“Then let me hear it.”
He groans and pusheS his cock against my lips. I swallow him in one gulp, licking the underside of his cock; my tongue brushing against his balls.
He lets out sounds I had never heard from another human before. Colin makes better sounds than any girl I had been with. My nose hits the small patch of hair above his cock and I continue to swallow and lick, picking up a good rhythm.
He’s writhing in pleasure; one hand pressed firmly against the back of my head; every now and then tugging on my hair. He’s groaning and moaning and grunting as I cover his cock in my spit. I reach underneath him and gently caress his balls which sends him through the roof. He lets of a scream of my name I’m sure God himself heard and I let up on his cock with a loud slurping sound. His cock is glistening with wetness from me and him and I know he’s close. His cock is bright red; aching for release.
“You wanna cum, Colin?”
He nods vigorously.
I use my hand this time as I suck on him; jerking up and down with the same motions as my mouth. He’s chanting a series of yes’s and various versions of my name and with one last ‘Oh God’ I feel him flood my mouth with white hot salty heat. I swallow it down in a few gulps and lick his tip clean before climbing back up to him and sharing him with himself. He laps at the inside of my mouth; sucking on my tongue and holding the sides of my face as he devours me.
When we finally break apart; out of breath and smiling; he presses his forehead to mine.
“So worth the wait.”
“Hmm?”
“I’ve been waiting…” He catches his breath. “For you to realize you wanted me for a long time, Bradley.”
I shake my head. “You wanker. You didn’t you just TELL ME?”
I roll off him and onto my back. I place my hand over my still very hard and aching cock.
“Because.” He props himself up on his elbow and faces me. “Sometimes things need to be learned on their own. Or by watching Dr. Who.”
I roll my eyes. “That has nothing to do with it.”
“Oh? Is that why I’m wearing eye liner right now?”
I cover my face in my hands. “We are never to speak of that.”
He giggles and buries his face in my shoulder. “Yes, sir.”
“Now.” I grab his hand and place it over my still incredibly hard cock. “I believe we have unfinished business since you so rudely interrupted me.”
He nibbles my ear before he slides down my body and pulls my sweat pants down slowly. “Lucky for you I have my own kinks.”
So I'll say it again. I don't have kinks.
I just have Colin.