BROLIN EMOTIONS IN THE DARK
Sleep wouldn’t come and Bradley tossed and turned in bed. Colin’s scent and presence clung to him like ghostly hands. He felt tired and uneasy.
He felt lonely. Heartbroken.
Bradley vaguely wondered for how long he would still have to endure the sinking feeling in his chest, the tremor in his hands, a need that couldn’t and wouldn’t be put to rest no matter how hard he tried.
His eyes were wet behind closed eyelids and his breath left him in short, tortured pants.
Stop, Bradley. Stop. You’ll hurt yourself more. Let it go. Let him go. He was never meant to be yours.
Bradley knew it didn’t matter what he told himself in the dark. He knew that even if he wasn’t the one to keep Colin’s heart, Colin would always be the one to keep his.
Post-theatre-date!fic and feelings ~
The ride back to the hotel had been quiet. They had briefly discussed the play, then fell into companionable silence. Colin had a happy air about him and Bradley’s lips seemed to be permanently stuck in a smile.
When they finally got to the elevator, Colin tugged off his beanie and began to haphazardly pat down his hair.
Bradley felt something flip in his stomach and watched helplessly as his own traitorous hand went to touch Colin’s hair.
Colin grinned at him. ‘My hair is a mess, innit?’
Bradley attempted a casual shrug and gently slid his fingers over and over the soft dark locks. ‘A bit rebellious, but overall nice.’
Colin laughed. ‘Just like me then.’
The elevator dinged and opened. Bradley put his hand in his pocket, carefully away from temptation and rolled his eyes. ’Yeah, mate. Just like you.’
They walked shoulder to shoulder and wished each other good night and sweet dreams before going separate ways. Bradley entered his room, slowly closed the door and rested his forehead against it, sighing heavily.
He was doomed and he knew it.
HAMLET AND BROLIN OMG
It was Shakespeare and Bradley was a freaking actor. He was supposed to be paying attention.
But how could he? How could he even bother to focus on anything that wasn’t Colin? Colin, all warmth and sparkling eyes and so very there. Bradley hadn’t seen him since before Christmas and it hurt, it always hurt to be away from him.
Colin shifted beside him and Bradley curled his hands into fists on his lap. The need to reach out and touch, to feel the palm of Colin’s hand against his was almost overwhelming.
Bradley wanted to feel all of him. His comforting scent, his sharp angles and soft skin. He blinked at the people moving on the stage, barely understanding the words they were saying. They might as well have been talking in another language.
His breath, his heartbeats… all of his energy was concentrated on not leaning too close. Don’t be ovious. Don’t let them see. Don’t let him know. He must not find out. Ever. Be still. Don’t you dare. You can’t lose him. Never lose him.
Colin poked him slightly with an elbow and Bradley’s wide eyes snapped to him. Colin raised his eyebrows and tipped closer towards Bradley. Bradley’s heart all but stopped and he held his breath in a stutter.
‘Something wrong?’ Colin asked, too soft and gentle.
It took Bradley a while to answer, but in the end he just murmured, ‘Nothing.’
‘You had a funny look on your face.’ And really, Colin had the sweetest breath.
Bradley forced a chuckle. ‘Hamlet is a dick.’
Colin leaned back on his seat, shaking his head and grinning like a maniac, while Bradley tried to breathe deeply through his nose without making any noise.
Bradley turned his head to the stage and did his best to pay attention to the play. He was almost succeeding, when Colin’s hot breath crashed against his ear and neck again. ‘He’s a prattish prince. I have a weak spot for those.’
Bradley didn’t even look at Colin when he asked, ‘But Arthur is your favorite, right?’
Colin’s answer was a lovely, perfect whisper, ‘Your Arthur, yes. Always.’
