Fandom: Merlin RPS
Pairing: Bradley James/Colin Morgan
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, the real people in it are used without their permission and I definitely don't own them or have any copyright to any part of any of them. I do not believe any of this happened, is likely to happen or should happen it is simply a story created around known facts about those involved.
Warnings: semi-explicit sex
Summary: Bradley walks into Colin's room unexpectedly and sees something he shouldn't.
Author's Notes: Classic scenario that I felt like playing with :). Thanks to Soph for the beta.
Word Count: 1,712
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Walking into your colleague's hotel room to find him with his hand on his dick is awkward, especially when you consider that colleague a very good friend. Walking into you colleague's hotel room to find him with his hand on his dick and moaning your name; that's mortifying, at least that's what Bradley thought a second after it happened to him.
They were supposed to be meeting in half an hour to go down to the local pub for a quick drink, but Bradley had discovered his shower was only giving out cold water and had come over early to borrow Colin's. The thing was he'd discovered the previous evening that Colin's door lock sometimes stuck, so he'd thought it would be a great joke to leap in and scare the shit out of his friend. He really, really hadn't expected to find Colin sprawled on the bed mostly naked, moaning his name in that broad Irish accent, clearly very, very aroused. What made it worse was that Colin's eyes opened in shock and then the bastard came.
Bradley just didn't know how to deal with the whole situation and turned on his tail and just ran. His room door slammed behind him before he even realised he had crossed the distance back to it and then he just stood there, trying to get his head round what he had just seen. He hadn't even known Colin liked blokes, let alone that Colin liked him. Not once in all the time they had talked had Colin so much as mentioned it.
He wasn't sure if he was outraged or not.
The fact that Colin had kept something like that from him hurt; they were supposed to be mates and mates told each other things like that. It was only slowly that it occurred to him that, given the way he was reacting, he had a suspicion why Colin hadn't told him. It was all so very confusing and in the end he sat down on his bed, put his head in his hands and tried to figure out why he was so utterly bemused.
Half an hour later he still wasn't much closer, but a knock on his door gave him something else to think about. He considered not answering, but the knock came again and he knew, whoever it was, was not about to give up. Standing, he walked over and looked through the spyhole, breathing a sigh of relief when it was not Colin on the other side.
"Hi, Katie," he said as he opened the door, but Katie didn't say anything, just walked past him into the room.
Not sure if he should be running for cover, he closed the door and then followed her.
"He's devastated you know," was not quite what he expected Katie to say first.
Given her behaviour he had had a sneaking suspicion this might be about Colin, but he hadn't really thought that would be the opening statement.
"Devastated?" he asked, feeling a strange tightness around his heart that he really didn't want to analyse.
"Yes," Katie told him and turned, looking him straight in the eye, "devastated. He's a complete mess. Turned up in my room babbling about how you know and how you hate him and how he's wrecked the whole damn show because you'll never want to work with him again."
"That's ridiculous," he replied, trying to imagine Colin in such a state.
Colin tended to be laid back about a lot of things and this just didn't seem like him at all.
"Yes, well," Katie replied, face softening at his words, "I think the only one he will believe that from is you."
A thousand and one butterflies started playing premier league in his stomach at the idea of talking to Colin.
"You knew didn't you?" he said, needing to divert himself, at least for a little while.
Katie gave a short nod.
"He told me about as soon as he figured it out," Katie told him. "He was so proud of how well he's managed to hide it; idiot man."
Bradley really didn't know what to say to that; Katie clearly thought the whole situation was wrong.
"I never had a clue," he replied in a bizarre need to defend Colin, even if he didn't do it very well. "Um, how long?"
The way Katie raised an eyebrow at him did not settle his nerves at all.
"When did you two first meet?" she replied and Bradley felt his heart skip a beat.
Colin had, he wasn't quite sure how to put it, fancied him, was what he settled on, since the moment they had met. This was heavy, very heavy.
"Holy shit," is what he said as he walked over and sat on the bed. "I didn't even know he swung that way."
"He doesn't," Katie replied bluntly, "well not much; believe me I have heard the whole story. He's madly in love with you, full stop, so what are you going to do about it?"
Bradley's brain stopped.
"You'll need to let him down gently," Katie was still talking, but he was barely paying attention. "He's pretty delicate right now and I don't think you're coping so badly."
He did notice when she stopped talking though.
"Bradley," Katie said and put her face directly in his eye line, "are you listening at all?"
For a few moments he just blinked at her.
"In love?" he asked in a very small voice.
Katie all but rolled her eyes.
"Men!" was her definitive comment on that question. "Of course in love," she said with a sigh; "do you think there would be all this drama about a little crush? Colin is in love with you, he's been in love with you since about the first time you met and you have to decide what to do about it."
Bradley wasn't sure anyone had ever been in love with him before. Yes he'd had girlfriends, but none of them had ever told him they loved him, not like that. His mind wasn't sure he totally understood the concept.
"I don't know," he admitted, at a loss about the whole thing.
For the first time Katie actually appeared sympathetic and he realised he had said the right thing for once.
"Can you at least talk to him," she asked, patting him on the shoulder gently, "let him know that everything is not ruined?"
For a moment Bradley's brain went 'what would Arthur do?' and then he kicked himself for being an idiot.
"Yeah," he said, deciding that he could at least be professional about this even if he had no idea what to do about it on a personal level, "I can do that."
He hadn't really thought Katie would drag him along to her room the moment he said that, but she did and so he just went. Then he found himself shoved through the door and it pulled shut behind him, which left him standing in a room with a very startled Colin looking at him from behind what seemed to be a very large glass of something alcoholic. Colin appeared like a deer looking down the hunter's gun and for a few moments Bradley couldn't do anything. It was all too clear from the red rimmed eyes that Colin had done some crying recently and that was something else Bradley had no idea how to deal with. He couldn't deal with crying girls, let alone crying boys.
"You didn't ruin everything," he finally said when he thought Colin might break the glass he was holding through sheer tension, "I was just shocked."
Colin just looked at him with big open blue eyes and Bradley realised this was going to be much more difficult than just one line.
"I don't hate you," he said and feeling really bizarre, but wanting to do it anyway he walked over and sat down next to Colin.
"You don't?" Colin finally spoke and barely sounded like Colin because it was a small sound.
He was all pale skin and big eyes and dark mop of hair when Bradley turned to look at him and Bradley felt the funny fluttering in his stomach again. Colin was anything but fragile, but there was something so vulnerable about Colin then that Bradley found the sudden need to protect his friend. It rather took him by surprise.
"It'll teach me to knock," he said and smiled, trying to make the situation a little lighter, but Colin did not smile back.
The fact that Colin felt so deeply about him was scary; it made his heart beat faster and his mind race and his stomach churn, but he found himself looking deep into Colin's eyes searching for it nonetheless. Now he knew what to look for he could see it as well; it was right there, so obvious he couldn't believe he had missed it.
In all honestly he wasn't much of a thinker, he was a doer. He could research a role and think it through, but he was at his best when he was going with his instincts. Nothing had prepared him for this and he could have thought about it for days, but he could feel the need to do something. In the end he just went with the instinct.
Reaching out, he took the glass from Colin's hands and placed it on the side table, which Colin let him do without comment. Then he turned and looked at Colin full on, waiting for a few moments for the view to sink in before leaning forward, taking Colin's chin in one hand and placing his lips gently on Colin's. He hadn't known what he was going to do before he did it, but, once he had, he felt the fluttering go up a hundredfold even as something in his head decided this was perfectly right.
For a moment Colin was completely still, but then those soft lips were kissing him back and for a moment Bradley forgot how to think. It did not last long and he pulled back after only a little while, but he found himself smiling a little as he did.
"I don't hate you at all," he said.