Colin blushed as Bradley’s arms came up from behind him to wrap around his waist. He sighed and leaned back into his future husband’s embrace.
“You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding!”
Bradley rolled his eyes and brushed his lips against the crook of Colin’s neck. “Just checking on you. Don’t want you to think you’re supposed to be getting ready for a show or something. No feathers!” He nipped playfully at Colin’s throat.
Colin turned in his arms and smiled, “Please, the feathers are for after you prat.”
bradleysass asked: merthur or brolin?
Bradley working really hard to get as many of the Merlin cast members at Colin’s opening night because he knows how much Colin’s missed everyone (they’ve all missed each other, obviously, but Colin, his tiny Colin, took it the hardest). And it’s frustrating and a lot of work to make the scheduling work and he now owes Tony a favor in the future and Katie said she will want something from him later (probably for blackmail purposes), but the moment he sees Colin’s face light up when he sees everyone? When he sees how Colin lets himself be bombarded with hugs and slaps on the back and congratulations? That makes all the frustration worth it.
Bradley opening the backstage door with a flourish and calling out, “Make way for the star! Mr. NTA himself! Make way!” and Colin’s blushing and rolling his eyes and pushing his forehead into Bradley’s back, trying to disappear from the cameras and the attention, but Bradley won’t have it. And he slings an arm across Colin’s shoulders and keeps Colin pinned to his side all night, a proud and idiotic boyfriend
Colin getting antsy and nervous backstage and bouncing from foot to foot and trying to quell the butterflies in his stomach and he wishes someone was there to tell him that—
And then his phone vibrates and he glances down and sees a single text message: Break a leg, Cols. You’ll do fantastic as usual! So proud of you!
He smiles and presses the phone to his chest for just a moment, closes his eyes, and breathes. He’s going to be fantastic and even if Bradley won’t be there to see him, this first performance will be for him.
Bradley watching as Colin takes off his stage make-up and changes into well-worn jeans and a shirt (one of Bradley’s, which Colin
stole insisted on keeping while he was gone). Bradley coming up behind Colin and wrapping his arms around his waist and slipping his hands under his shirt so that his hands splay warm and large against Colin’s belly. And he’s looking at himself and Colin in the mirror and he sighs because it’s always him and Colin and the bloody theatre. He presses a kiss to the side of Colin’s neck and groans,”At this rate, our wedding will be at a theatre, won’t it?” (◕ω◕✿)
Bradley spending the entire plane ride frantically trying to come up with some suave Shakespearean pick up line but all he can come up with is, “Can I Ophelia you up?” and he practices in the plane’s bathroom mirror until he’s got the delivery of the line down perfectly, but when he finally sees Colin—sweaty and breathless and grinning—all Bradley can do is stutter and kiss him, pick up lines forgotten (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Bradley becoming uncomfortably aroused at the sound of Colin speaking in Shakespeare’s dialogue and shifting around in his seat until intermission, trying to will away his erection. And then stiffly walking back to Colin’s dressing room and enjoys Colin shaking his darling buds of May.
Bradley boxing Colin in against the wall and his body and thrusting up against him and Colin’s torn between giving himself over to the feel of Bradley’s cock rubbing against his but if they keep his up, he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do to the costume department, but when he tries to voice these concerns all that comes out is, “I missed you,” and Bradley answers by growling into the skin of Colin’s neck and licking at the warm, salty skin there before biting down and marking his boyfriend
No, guys, listen:
Colin didn’t know he would be there. Bradley had sent him a stray text a few weeks ago, “Can’t get a plane out in time. Break a leg! I know you’ll be great!” and it had made his chest ache a little and thrown rehearsals off that day, but he got over it. After all, he can’t expect Bradley to be there for all of his projects. They were friends, coworkers.
So he learned how to live his life without Bradley James’ stupid laughter and ridiculous hair and that adorable pout and his thing with milk in his life for a little while. He focused his energy and attention on work and his craft (he was a NTA winner now, he had a reputation to uphold).
Opening night rolls around and it’s exhilarating and it goes off without a hitch, the cast is clicking, the techies have the sets and lights and cues down perfect and the audience is more than receptive. (And only for a brief moment does Colin allow himself to wish for a certain blonde actor to be in the crowd on his big night).
And then he gets back to his dressing room and he feels his heart stop, his breath hitch, his eyes widen, the whole nine yards, because Bradley James is in his dressing room.
He doesn’t think about it, just lets the adrenaline of the show and the shock at seeing Bradley carry him over to him, arms outstretched and wrapping around broad shoulders. Bradley lets out an ‘oomph!’ of surprise at finding himself with an armful of Irishman, but laughs and hugs him a tad tighter.
“‘Course I came, you prat.” And they pull away and they’re a little too close—they’re always just a little too close—and they’re breathing each other’s air and they’re just waiting for something and they’re teetering closer and closer to the edge when Bradley tips them over.
His voice is soft and intimate, “You were amazing, Cols. Absolutely amazing. As usual.” And Colin’s heart stops because Bradley’s looking at him through slightly hooded eyes and he has this shy smile playing at his mouth. “I’m proud of you. I’m so, so proud of you.”
And that? That’s better than any standing ovation as far as Colin Morgan is concerned because Bradley James is proud of him and he flew half-way across the world to see him.
They inch closer to that edge, grab hold of one another, and fall.
We’ve just been informed that we’re traveling up a very dangerous road…