Apparently I have a cross-dressing kink which is not fandom specific :P writing fic seemed like a good idea.....
It's late I guess I should apologise for the badly written porn....
Eager hands slipped inside feeling cool against Bradley's heated skin. Colin's moan was needy and he shifted so he could rut against Bradley's leg. They were both breathing hard when the kiss ended and he moved forward to take Colin's earlobe between his red lips grazing it with his teeth and leaving another smear there.
The trail continued down Colin's pale throat and when the hand on his cock twisted and pulled all he could do was cry out as the pleasure surged through him. Back arched and pressed against the wall. "Fuck!"
Colin smiled. "We could have done this weeks ago if you weren't such an unobservant-"
Bradley's mouth cut off the remainder of that sentence. Colin's fingers tug at his hair and his neck is exposed as his head falls back. Here he is exposed to Colin and this is nothing like how he wanted this to go.
Lips touch his neck and his shivers as Colin breaths over the damp skin. Teeth graze his jaw and then he turns his head so their mouths meet again. Colin's tongue teases his and Bradley wonders how he could have missed this.
They shift then and now finally they both have the friction they crave as their hips grind together. Hands grasp and Colin's hands shift down to grab is arse. "Fuck!"
A cry escapes when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket as he wraps a leg around Colin to keep them close and denim stretches tight against sensitive skin. Moonlight is streaming through the window so they're half hidden in the shadows.
Colin swivels his hips and Bradley thinks right now he could die a happy man. His fingers grasp at the material of Colin's t-shirt both holding him close and providing some protection against the way Bradley's fingers are curling into the smooth back.
When Colin bites Bradley's lip it tips the balance and Bradley comes with Colin's name muffled against their mouths. Then Colin is shuddering in his arms and it's almost too much.
Their clothes are hastily discarded and after a brief detour to the bathroom they're both clean. They collapse against the welcome softness of Bradley's bed and Colin pulls the duvet over them.
Bradley finally got to leave an obvious trail of possession over Colin's body in the early morning light. Lingering over sensitive spots and pressing harder to leave a darker smear.
He listens to Colin babble desperately of how he's been dreaming of this ever since the photo was discovered. Imagined Bradley's red lips wrapped around his cock and really, who is Bradley to deny Colin what he most wants?
Colin's grasping at the bedclothes long before Bradley presses slick fingers into him and he feels a sense of satisfaction knowing that he did this. He should possibly care more about noise Colin is making but as his lover's body writhes underneath his ministrations Bradley really can't bring himself to care. He curls the fingers inside Colin determined to wrest away the last vestiges of control...
Bradley drifts to sleep contented in Colin's embrace and he doesn't even care when he checks his voicemail to find one from Katie telling him that if they don't keep the noise down she wouldn't be responsible for what happened the next time they met.
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Date: 2009-03-01 12:40 am (UTC)It's late I guess I should apologise for the badly written porn....
Eager hands slipped inside feeling cool against Bradley's heated skin. Colin's moan was needy and he shifted so he could rut against Bradley's leg. They were both breathing hard when the kiss ended and he moved forward to take Colin's earlobe between his red lips grazing it with his teeth and leaving another smear there.
The trail continued down Colin's pale throat and when the hand on his cock twisted and pulled all he could do was cry out as the pleasure surged through him. Back arched and pressed against the wall. "Fuck!"
Colin smiled. "We could have done this weeks ago if you weren't such an unobservant-"
Bradley's mouth cut off the remainder of that sentence. Colin's fingers tug at his hair and his neck is exposed as his head falls back. Here he is exposed to Colin and this is nothing like how he wanted this to go.
Lips touch his neck and his shivers as Colin breaths over the damp skin. Teeth graze his jaw and then he turns his head so their mouths meet again. Colin's tongue teases his and Bradley wonders how he could have missed this.
They shift then and now finally they both have the friction they crave as their hips grind together. Hands grasp and Colin's hands shift down to grab is arse. "Fuck!"
A cry escapes when his phone starts to vibrate in his pocket as he wraps a leg around Colin to keep them close and denim stretches tight against sensitive skin. Moonlight is streaming through the window so they're half hidden in the shadows.
Colin swivels his hips and Bradley thinks right now he could die a happy man. His fingers grasp at the material of Colin's t-shirt both holding him close and providing some protection against the way Bradley's fingers are curling into the smooth back.
When Colin bites Bradley's lip it tips the balance and Bradley comes with Colin's name muffled against their mouths. Then Colin is shuddering in his arms and it's almost too much.
Their clothes are hastily discarded and after a brief detour to the bathroom they're both clean. They collapse against the welcome softness of Bradley's bed and Colin pulls the duvet over them.
Bradley finally got to leave an obvious trail of possession over Colin's body in the early morning light. Lingering over sensitive spots and pressing harder to leave a darker smear.
He listens to Colin babble desperately of how he's been dreaming of this ever since the photo was discovered. Imagined Bradley's red lips wrapped around his cock and really, who is Bradley to deny Colin what he most wants?
Colin's grasping at the bedclothes long before Bradley presses slick fingers into him and he feels a sense of satisfaction knowing that he did this. He should possibly care more about noise Colin is making but as his lover's body writhes underneath his ministrations Bradley really can't bring himself to care. He curls the fingers inside Colin determined to wrest away the last vestiges of control...
Bradley drifts to sleep contented in Colin's embrace and he doesn't even care when he checks his voicemail to find one from Katie telling him that if they don't keep the noise down she wouldn't be responsible for what happened the next time they met.