Chest contest, Merlin RPS, NC-17

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Title: Chest Contest
Fandom: Merlin BBC RPS
Pairing: Bradley/Colin/Eoin
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 5.5K
Disclaimer: this is fiction.
Many thanks to miranda_skye and marguerite_26 for lightning-fast beta, and to devikun for enabling my squee with visual references like this. Also much love to ninja_orange for her lovely picspams which are invaluable for, uh, research.




Of course it made sense for Colin and Eoin to spend so much time together. Their characters were supposed to spark a connection, it was important to build up the chemistry. For example, Bradley had been hanging out with Georgia a lot when they'd been preparing for their kissing scene. It was only professional. A very professional thing to do. 

Eoin instantly loved Colin, just like everybody in the world ever instantly loved Colin as soon as they laid eyes on him. Except, apparently, Bradley - the only person dim enough not to recognise the Morgan charm right away. Bradley had spent ages mostly weirded out by Colin's accent, body language and sense of humour, awkwardly teasing and insulting him because that was the only way he knew how to bond with people he just didn't get. 

Bradley got there in the end, even though it took time, but he thought their friendship was all the stronger for it. And now Colin was talking to Eoin, rambling fast about something exciting. They were both leaning toward each other, making the moment private, and Colin's his eyes crinkled with that smile - Bradley normally had to make a lot of stupid jokes at his own expense to put this this smile on Colin's face. 

But he wasn't going to be resentful about it. After the shoot was over he invited them both out for drinks, to prove to everyone and himself that he was absolutely fine and professional about this whole thing. 

To be fair, if he hadn't they'd probably gone without him. 

"So, Eoin, welcome to the fine ship Merlin," Bradley said, raising another drink. "And I want to officially thank you, mate. It's me who has to do the shirtless scenes, normally. Thanks for taking one for the team, appreciate that."

"Oh, I don't mind," Eoin laughed. "I've done plenty of nudity. I know it's unnerving at first, but you get used to it."

"Sadly, I'm well used to it by now," Bradley sighed. 

"Bradley has a quota," Colin said, pursing his lips like he did when he was trying to keep a straight face. "He has to get his kit off once per episode."

Colin looked a bit sloshed already, sprawling over the table, lazily watching them both with hooded eyes, slowly licking his lips.

"Well," Bradley said, mesmerised by the glimpses of Colin's tongue. "Not for long. Things are going to change for me, I can feel it. In every episode Eoin is in he'll have to carry the, the banner of... shirtlessness. He's now the one topping the totty list."

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Bradley," Eoin said, rubbing Bradley's shoulder. His thumb slipped under the collar of Bradley's t-shirt and slid over the bare skin at his nape. Eoin must be getting pissed, too, and Bradley was definitely drunk as well, because the touch made him shiver in a weird, needy way. "You're too handsome to be let off the hook, I think."

"But you're an actual model, mate! You go to the gym!"

"You look like you're in an amazing shape," said Eoin, leaning back a bit to thoughtfully gaze at Bradley's chest. "Not that I've seen you naked, but - looking good."

"We need an independent opinion to settle this," said Bradley quickly, already slurring on the longer words and blushing a little under Eoin's oddly intense stare. "Colin, what say you, pray tell."

"Oooh, I don't know," drawled Colin, scrunching his face in a series of contemplative grimaces. "Hmmm, uhm, I don't know."

"Come on, Col, you were with Eion in the bed scene, you got a good eyeful. And you've seen me topless so many times, you can probably pick my nipples out of a line-up. Come on, whose naked chest provides a more profound erotic experience for our fanbase?"

"Eh, no," Colin laughed. "When we're shooting a scene, Merlin doesn't look at men's nipples. Because Merlin, he likes girls. He only has eyes for Morgana's cleavage!"

"Merlin could've fooled Gwaine," Eoin said, and Colin punched him in the shoulder, and they both laughed hard, swaying close to each other, grappling at each other's arms for balance.

"That's just, yeah, I don't know why I expected you to answer a simple direct question, Colin," Bradley said and tossed back the rest of his drink, shuddering at the burn. "We all know it takes you half an hour to decide what's your favourite colour. Eoin, we might be reduced to polling the locals. Let's start with that group of girls by the bar."

"No no, I'm, I can do this," said Colin and hooked his finger through Bradley's belt loop, anchoring him to their table. "It's just, you know, it's not really objective and representative to do it from memory, yeah? I should see you both topless at the same time, side by side, right. Compare and contrast."

"All right, it's on!" Bradley bellowed and pulled at the hem of his t-shirt. He didn't really plan to start stripping in a bar, but he wanted to make Colin laugh. Eoin immediately followed suit, slowly lifting his t-shirt to expose an amazing set of abs.

"Stop!" squeaked Colin, hiding behind his bottle. "If you're indecent in public, I'm going to pretend I'm not with you!"

"Well then, how are we supposed to solve our predicament? Or dilemma, even? Huh, Colin?"

Colin bit down a smile and finished his drink in one long gulp.

"Let's go back to the hotel," he said, slid off the chair and headed for the door, not even glancing back at them.

"He's so fucking adorable," Eoin said with a huge winsome grin.

"Yeah," Bradley muttered. "That's our Colin. So adorable, so innocent."

Eoin laughed as if he'd made the joke of the century, threw his arm over Bradley's shoulders and tugged him along after Colin.

"If there's something I should know, it's probably best if you tell me now," he murmured into Bradley's ear as they picked their way through the noisy crowd.

"Like what?" said Bradley, distracted by the ticklish warmth of Eoin's breath on his skin.

"Well, to be honest with you, I've done this more than a few times," Eoin said, and Bradley felt like he'd missed a chunk of the conversation somewhere. "And spontaneity is wonderful, but trust me, it's not always worth it."

"I'm not really hundred percent sure what's going on," said Bradley carefully. 

"Oh, I see," Eoin nodded, serious, clearly pondering something, and then squeezed Bradley's shoulder, leaning on him a bit more. "Great, fine, don't worry about anything."

On the way to the hotel Eoin chatted about the new indie film he was planning to direct, and Colin listened intently, nodding along. For a moment there Bradley worried that Eoin might offer Colin a part, even though Colin was too high profile for indie no-budgets by now. But Colin would accept anyway, because Colin's idea of a perfect holiday was to do fourteen hour shoots for two months straight somewhere on an island in Antarctica for no pay whatsoever. Playing a schizophrenic axe murderer, if at all possible. That or going on a stuffy cruise with his mum. Last year Bradley had suggested Ibiza to unwind after the wrap, and Colin had just laughed.

Once they reached the hotel Colin headed straight to Bradley's room and leaned on the wall, waiting for him to unlock the door. He watched Bradley silently, with the tiniest shadow of a mischievous smile on his lips. 

Bradley expected some sort of delayed payback for all the teasing he'd done over the years. Colin liked his revenge served cold, and he loved his pranks, the more drawn out and elaborate the better. But Bradley couldn't chicken out, not now, not with Eoin here. He'd just have to take whatever Colin was planning and laugh it off later.

Once they got inside, Colin kicked off his beat-up trainers, climbed on Bradley's bed and settled against the headboard, hugging his knees to his chest.

"All right," he said. "Let the contest commence."

Eoin took his shoes off, sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed and unhurriedly pulled off his v-neck, finishing off with a shampoo-commercial hair-toss. 

There was no backing off now. Bradley knelt on the bedspread and took off his shirt, trying not to suck in his stomach. He knew he was, well, fit enough to be constantly used as a family TV show half-naked eye-candy, but who would possibly look good next to Eoin's chiselled perfection? The whole thing was completely unfair.

Colin watched them, slowly flicking his eyes from Bradley to Eoin. He wasn't quite smiling, but his dimples were showing; the smile was there, hidden. 

"Hmm," he said. "Yeah, this is really hard. As pecs go, it's definitely a draw. But, you know. Eoin's abs. They're just. Yeah."

"Thank you," said Eoin demurely, arching his back a little to put more of himself on display.

"Hey, I swear my abs are there somewhere," said Bradley, fake-pouting, and poked his stomach with a finger.

"Mhm," Colin said. "Gotta love how Bradley's chest is just so broad. And he has the shoulders."

"He really does," Eoin agreed and ran his thumb from Bradley's shoulder to the base of his neck. Bradley nearly startled under the touch, and felt he had to make some sort of funny comment about it. But Eoin's hand was so warm, the touch light and sure; he pressed harder, kneading the tight knots of muscle around Bradley's spine, and Bradley relaxed a little, only now realising how tense he'd been since they'd left the bar. 

"I can't believe you don't work out," Eoin said. "You have great definition there."

"Yeah, it's all from bopping all over the set in chain-mail, waving my sword," Bradley shrugged, just to feel Eoin's palm move against his skin. "I play football when I can, but that's it."

"I guess that explains your arse," said Eoin thoughtfully.

"You noticed, huh," Colin chuckled, rolled forward onto his knees and crawled closer. He stared intently at their chests, not meeting their eyes. "All right. In the chest hair category I'm going to go with Bradley."

"That's fair and I agree with you," said Eoin. "All this blond fuzz on Bradley's fair skin - that's really hot. I have no doubt the audience appreciates that."

Colin made a sound of agreement deep in his throat and lightly brushed the back of his hand over the hair on Bradley's chest, not even touching the skin. Bradley felt his nipples pebble to hard, aching peaks, and had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from twitching.

"I'm really glad we're having this in-depth, objective and professional discussion here, it's an exciting change of pace for me," he muttered just to say something, because this whole thing, whatever it was, was getting more weird and cruel by the second.

"Yeah, me too," Colin said, his face still level with Bradley's chest, his breath whispering on Bradley's skin with every word. "Well, I can't be objective about your nipples, so let's take a closer look at Eoin's. They're really cool, yeah?"

"Jesus, Col, listen to you," Bradley said as Colin slowly turned around on his knees and settled between Eoin's spread thighs to contemplate the view. "You know, Eoin, you'd think you know someone after two and a half years, but I never thought I'd hear him say something like, oh, hey, Eoin has really cool nipples."

"He thinks he knows all my tricks," Colin smirked, straightening up, so his face was level with Eoin's. And then he put his hand on Eoin's face and scratched at his beard, and Eoin smiled and tucked his chin into Colin's palm.

"Eoin wins for facial hair, hands down," Colin said in a low, breathy voice. "It's just a fact that Bradley James can't rock the beard the way you can."

"Just for this I'm doing Movember again," Bradley said. He was getting cold now that Eoin had dropped his hand from his shoulder, and he wanted to get dressed again.

"I don't think you are, Bradley," said Eoin, gravely serious. Then he curled his arm around Colin's waist, tugged him forward and kissed him on the lips.

Colin's arms flailed a bit as he lost balance, and Bradley reached out to steady him, to break this up. He'd thought this might be where all this was going. But right now he was sure he'd been wrong, and Eoin had misread this, too, and stepped over the line. It had gone too far, and now they had to salvage this somehow and make it into a joke so it wouldn't be awkward. Just a stupid drunken story to laugh about later. Or, better still, to never mention again.

But then Colin's hands settled on Eoin's shoulders and he was kissing back, tilting his head to the side for a deeper angle, breathing noisily through his nose as if he was gasping for air but wouldn't pull back even to breathe. His eyes were closed, his face flushed, he seemed so into it - this was probably Bradley's cue to exit stage left, but they were in his room, for fuck's sake. Where was he supposed to go?
Bradley shifted backwards, abruptly sobering up and a little sick with the beginnings of the hangover, but Eoin caught him by the elbow and pulled him closer, and suddenly Colin was in Bradley's lap. His lips were parted, plump and wet, and right there; he leaned in a little, toward Bradley's mouth, and stopped to look Bradley in the eye.

Bradley hesitated for just a moment, but that was long enough for sheer panic to flash over Colin's face. The corners of his beautiful mouth twitched into a pained smile, and he tensed, about to push away. Bradley grabbed him by both arms, pinning him into place as gently as he could, and kissed him, softly, just lips, the way he'd kiss for the cameras. Colin groaned into his mouth and then it was frantic and messy, Colin's tongue shamelessly pushing into his mouth, Colin's thighs trembling against him, Colin's long fingers grabbing at his naked shoulders. 

There it was, that thing Bradley carefully and diligently had never ever thought about. That elephant in the room had always been there, constantly fattened up by Katie's teasing and Richard's understanding smirks, by the too-odd-to-be-unintentional moments in the scripts, by the pointed questions of the interviewers, by, oh god, all that stuff on the websites. Bradley mostly managed not to think about this, not even in those solitary moments when he was about to come and couldn't quite control the images flashing through his mind.

He never knew if it was the same for Colin. Sometimes he got that vibe, the answering affection that felt almost tangible, like a warm and solid link between them. Sometimes he thought Colin barely tolerated him and Bradley was just being obnoxious, pathetic and blatantly obvious. Colin was always sweet and polite, quiet and patient, ever ready to go with the flow, and just too weird for Bradley to even guess what was going on in his head at any given time.

But now he was clinging to Bradley for dear life, kissing him like he'd been waiting for this for over two years. This would be overwhelming and terrifying, and a bad, bad idea all around, if not for the comforting warmth of Eoin's hand on his arm. Bradley shifted to the side, and Eoin let him lean against his chest, wrapped his arms around them both. It was all right like this, it was just a thing between mates, just a bit of fun, all a good laugh. Without Eoin here Bradley would somehow cock it up in ten minutes flat and ruin their friendship and possibly their careers forever, but it felt safe like this. It felt really good.

Colin broke the kiss and tucked his face into the crook of Bradley's neck, mouthing at the tendons there softly, as if he wanted to hide his eyes. Bradley carded a hand through Colin's hair, hoping that it would feel reassuring, then turned and gratefully kissed Eoin, shivering at the scratch of the stubble.

"All right?" whispered Eoin very quietly, and Bradley nodded and kissed him even better, deeper, wetter. Kissing a gorgeous near-stranger was familiar territory, and Bradley let himself relax and fall into the rhythm of their lips and tongues sliding together. Then Colin pushed up and was kissing him again, slowly and sweetly this time, his lips very soft and already familiar; then Eoin's sure, demanding mouth took over again. Bradley couldn't tell how long they stayed like this, making out in this disjointed, uncoordinated three-way. Colin's fingertips teased lightly at his nipples; his cock ached, straining against the zipper, till someone helpfully undid his jeans, and that was much better.

In the end Eoin pushed them over and toppled them all into the pillows. 

"Now let's see what you've got," he said and swiftly stripped off Colin's shirt. Colin lifted his arms to help him, and then stretched languidly on the bed, showing off. Colin was just as pale and lean everywhere as Bradley had thought, but he was also unexpectedly nicely muscled. Bradley ran an appreciative hand over Colin's flat hard pecs and leaned in to nuzzle at the dark hair curling around his nipples.

"Oh, look at you," said Eoin, stroking over Colin's tight stomach. "Gentlemen, I think we have the winner."

Colin laughed, beautiful and laid out like a feast for their pleasure, and Bradley took advantage, kissing every bit of skin he could reach: the tight peaks of Colin's nipples, the tender spots on his throat, the soft skin under his arms. Colin arched under him pliantly, and suddenly bucked with a strangled groan, trembling with the effort to stay still.

While Bradley was otherwise occupied Eoin had somehow managed to strip Colin completely naked. Now he knelt between Colin's splayed legs and slowly and thoroughly licked Colin's hard cock, root to tip in long wide stripes. He grinned up at them, wrapped his mouth around Colin's cock and began to suck, easily, gracefully, like a damn porn star. 

Bradley watched, fully aware that he was gaping like a moron. He couldn't decide which was hotter: Colin's cock, long and hard and wet with Eoin's saliva, or the way Eoin's perfect lips stretched obscenely, sliding over Colin's skin. Or maybe the way the very ends of Eoin's hair brushed Colin's thighs on every downstroke as Eoin swallowed almost the whole impressive length of Colin's shaft.

Colin whimpered and tore at Bradley's jeans, pushing them down; Eoin helped by yanking on the fabric at the knees. As soon as Bradley's poor tortured cock sprang free Colin wrapped his hand around it and squeezed tight. He pulled Bradley into another kiss and latched onto his mouth, biting and sucking, all the while tugging at Bradley's cock in quick, impatient little pulls. 

Bradley shifted closer to make the angle less awkward for him and then couldn't stop pushing in, fucking into Colin's fist, listening to the slap of his flesh in Colin's fingers and the wet sounds Eoin was making around Colin's cock. He'd been hard for too long, and now pleasure was building too fast; soon he knew it was time to slow down, but Colin wouldn't let him, kissing harder, urging him on, speeding up with his hand. He angled his wrist and rubbed the tip of Bradley's cock against himself, over the smooth pale skin low on his stomach, and Bradley came before he could voice a warning.

He stared down at his come dripping off Colin Morgan's fingers and pooling in the dip of his belly button, too blissed out to feel embarrassed. He found his t-shirt where he'd dropped it at the foot of the bed earlier and pressed it into Colin's hand for him to wipe himself clean.

Colin silently took the t-shirt and just held it, slowly sliding the fingers of his free hand over the mess Bradley had made of his stomach. He looked dazed, as if he was the one who had just come his brains out.

"Bradley, come here," called Eoin. "Have a taste."

He'd also lost his jeans already and now was straddling Colin's thighs. He held his and Colin's cocks together and stroked them lightly with a loose fist. They were about the same size, lined up neatly head to head, Colin's still wet from Eoin's mouth. 

Bradley shifted over and went down on his elbows, ignoring the voice in his head that spastically yelled "oh-god-James-I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this". He'd made out with guys before, though usually not while almost sober like now, but this was new. He licked across Colin's cockhead, and then Eoin's, and then both together in one swipe. It tasted fine, like skin and musk and the tang of something bitter, not unpleasant. He licked some more, and slid his tongue into the space between them, wriggling the tip there, making Colin groan again. Eoin took his hand away and stroked Bradley's nape, not pushing him down, just softly encouraging. Bradley took a breath and closed his lips over Colin's cock.

"Bradley," Colin breathed into the quiet of the room, and Bradley sucked harder, pushing his mouth down, trying to take as much as he could. Colin's cock filled his mouth, thick and long; Bradley pulled back to drag his lips over the ridges below the head and then did it again, took him deep until it almost choked him, and held there, breathing shallowly through his nose, and it felt oddly good, serene, right.

He sucked some more, listening to Colin's breaths quicken and hitch. Eoin softly tapped his cock on Bradley's cheek and Bradley took the hint, pulled off and shifted his mouth to lick around Eoin's foreskin, to get him wet.

"Oh, yeah, that's amazing," sighed Eoin happily and Bradley sucked him deeper, working his tongue around his warm length. Colin's cock was right there, brushing Bradley's jaw as he bobbed his head, leaving damp smears on his face. Bradley could feel Colin's eyes on him and tried to imagine how he looked, crouching there with his pants around his knees, sucking them both in turns. He blindly groped for Colin's cock and stroked, thumbing the underside the way he himself liked the most.

Bradley's jaw quickly started to ache from the stretch; he really wasn't used to his mouth being pried open this wide. He ignored that, focusing instead on the way Eoin's shaft twitched and tightened on his tongue. Eoin touched his face, softly urging him off his cock, and Bradley complied and swallowed down Colin's instead, sucking hard and fast, working his hand over the base. Colin's thighs were shaking and he kept making little strangled noises, and this was amazing, Bradley could really get used to this. 

"Stop, stop," Eoin said and pulled him up. "Don't let him come yet."

"Bastards," laughed Colin and threw his arm over his face, sucking in fast shallow breaths. 

"Colin, get on all fours, mate," said Eoin warmly and patted Colin's leg, and Colin went right away, turned over and settled on hands and knees across the bed, his head hanging low between his arms.

"Aren't you bossy," Bradley grumbled and rubbed at his numb jaw.

"I guess it's professional, all directors are," said Eoin, casually manhandling Colin to push his legs wider. "Colin, I think Bradley wants your mouth."

Colin shivered visibly, grabbed Bradley's arm and tugged him closer. 

"You don't have to," Bradley murmured quietly, knee-walking to get in front of him. Colin rolled his eyes in mild annoyance and took hold of Bradley's cock again in a grip as sure as if he was handling himself.

The first stroke of his mouth felt like heaven, the way blowjobs always did, only more. Colin was very good, definitely not new to this, sucking Bradley greedily, sweetly. But mostly it was the sight of this familiar and dear face, the lips he'd known for so long working at his cock, that nearly set Bradley off again right away.

Eoin watched them for a while, lightly running his fingers down the cleft of Colin's arse, and then he put his hands on Colin's tight little arse cheeks and licked.

Colin jumped, making Bradley's cock pop out of his mouth and wetly slap him across the face. For a moment he just stayed there, trembling and panting, arching his back and rocking against Eoin's mouth. 

"Nice?" Eoin asked innocently, teasing at Colin's hole in tiny short licks. Bradley wondered how that felt, how did Colin taste there, how did his arse look like that, all wet under Eoin's tongue.

"Oh fuck yeah," Colin growled and reached for Bradley's cock again, sucking him with renewed determination. The little moans kept rolling through his mouth as Eoin licked into him, the vibrations tingling over Bradley's shaft, bringing him to the edge. Then Eoin would do something even more wicked with his tongue, and Colin's mouth would go slack around his cock, the rhythm would stutter, letting him draw out the pleasure.

Eoin angled Colin's hips higher and did something that made Colin keen and throw his head back. He panted for a while, recovering, softly lipping at the sides of Bradley's shaft.

"You gonna come on my face?" he whispered, glancing up at Bradley, grinning widely with his swollen mouth.

"Yeah," Bradley promised and ran his fingers over Colin's gorgeous face. "All over you. Here and here, it will drip everywhere."

Colin closed his eyes, breathing fast, and took him in again, running his tongue over the most sensitive places in mad torturous waves. Bradley had to grip at his shoulders to stay upright, and then Eoin reached over and caught his wrist.

"Bradley, come here for a second," he said.

"What, now?" 

Eoin tugged again, and Colin stopped and let him go. Bradley grudgingly shifted over; Eoin kept pulling on his wrist till he was satisfied, and then pressed two of Bradley's fingers into the soft slickness of Colin's licked open hole.

Bradley muffled an embarrassing whimper against Colin's back and let his fingers slide in, as deep as they could go, and gently stroked the slick walls inside Colin's body. Colin made a sobbing sound and collapsed onto his elbows, and pushed his arse out, taking Bradley deeper.

"Yeah, just fuck him like that," nodded Eoin, guiding his wrist. Then he bent down again and licked the stretched skin of Colin's hole, slipping his tongue in between Bradley's fingers.

Colin buried his face in his hands and gasped into the mattress on every stroke. Bradley pressed his fingers against the tight ring of muscle and it quivered under his touch and suddenly went loose, accommodating him. He slipped another finger in and pulled back to see how that looked: the arch of Colin's back, the pink rim of his hole clinging to Bradley's fingers, Eoin's tongue working over it, Colin's hard cock jumping under his shaking stomach. Colin's forehead was pressed against his fists where he kept clutching at the bedspread, and his mouth was bitten red, hanging open.

"Colin," said Eoin. "Want to get shagged?"

"Yes," Colin muttered into the bedding, and his ears flushed red. 

"Do you want us to take turns with you?" Eoin asked. Colin shuddered, clamping down on Bradley's fingers for a moment.

"I do," he said, not lifting his head. "But I doubt I'll manage you both. Been a while."

Eoin glanced at Bradley, quizzically cocking an eyebrow. Some primal part of Bradley wanted to shoulder him away and plunge his cock right into that incredible tight clench of Colin's body, fuck him hard till he screamed with pleasure. But Eoin seemed to really know what he was doing, and Bradley didn't want to fumble around and risk disappointing Colin when he was already wound this tight. He carefully pulled his fingers free and nodded to Eoin.

"You go ahead. All right, Col?"

Colin nodded, and Bradley shuffled over to stroke his hair. 

"Where do you keep your stuff?" Eoin asked, reaching toward the bedside cabinet.

"Um," Bradley said and honestly tried to remember when he was still naive enough about the filming schedule to stock up.

"Never mind, I have," Eoin picked up his discarded clothes and pulled out a few foil packets.

"Of course you have," huffed Bradley.

"Shut up and come on the man's face, he wants you to," said Eoin good-naturedly, and Colin immediately pushed up.

"Yeah," he said. "Come on."

Bradley was just going to wank till he came, it wouldn't take more than a few strokes, but Colin slapped his hand away and put that scorching mouth on Bradley's cock again, sucking erratically as Eoin knelt behind him and slowly pushed in. 

"Breathe, breathe, Colin," Eoin said, stroking his flanks. "You're doing great, almost there."

Colin kept making choked noises, his arms shook and droplets of sweat rolled down the sides of his face. 

"You okay, Col?" Bradley asked and Colin let go of him and laughed happily.

"God, fuck, yes, this is so good," he whispered, and Bradley gave his spit-slick cock two shaky pulls and that was it.

"I'm, fuck, Colin, close your eyes," he just had time to say, and then he was coming, shaking, struggling to keep his eyes open so he could see every second of this, his come painting Colin's skin in long stripes. Colin moaned, tipping his face higher; drops of come slid down his cheeks, catching on his eyelashes, his lips. 

"Feel good?" Eoin asked, smiling.

"Amazing," Colin breathed. "Do it, yeah, come on."

Eoin began to thrust, his abs flexing, his handsome face alight with pleasure, and Colin grunted and pushed back, grappling at Bradley's hips for purchase. Bradley wiped off the mess on Colin's face and held him, feeling each of Eoin's trusts through Colin's body. They swayed a little on the wobbly mattress, and Colin seemed to be struggling to stay on his knees, but he rocked into it eagerly, twisting his hips. He was beautiful, they both were, and Bradley could enjoy watching them even more now when his own need wasn't distracting him.

"Bradley, be a love and turn the bed down," Eoin said, stopping suddenly. "Let's make Colin bit more comfortable."

"You're so lucky we're such easy-going people," Bradley said and obligingly peeled back the bedspread and the blankets.

"Yes, I'm generally very lucky I've met you," agreed Eoin easily and pulled Colin over onto the sheets, spooning behind him, and continued fucking him, slowly, deeply, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in again.

"Want me to suck you?" Bradley asked, taking hold of Colin's rock hard cock.

"No, come here, want to kiss you," Colin mumbled and pulled him over to join them. Bradley stretched on his side in front of him and let Colin kiss and lick into his mouth, and kissed away the last of his come still clinging to Colin's skin. Colin's cock slid into his fist in time with Eoin's thrusts, and on every push Bradley stroked his thumb over that spot Colin seemed to like, just to watch Colin grin and shiver with pleasure.

He could happily do that all night, cuddled up like that with the two of them, but it was only minutes before Colin arched and spilled over his fingers with a long contented sigh.

"Ahhh, you're so, oh fuck," moaned Eoin and sped up, fucking into Colin at a punishing pace, until the thrusts all blurred together, and then groaned and stilled, and shoved in twice more, panting harshly, pressing sloppy kisses to Colin's neck.

Colin twisted around and gave him a long, deep kiss, and then pillowed his head on Bradley's shoulder and yawned.

"We don't have riding tomorrow, do we?" he asked. "Eh, what the hell, I don't care, it was worth it."

Eoin smiled and kissed the sharp angle of Colin's shoulder, and then Bradley's wrist where he had his arm wrapped around Colin's side. Bradley reached over and ran his hand through Eoin's hair, sweat-damp now and yet still somehow shiny and luscious.

"That," Bradley said wholeheartedly, "was awesome."

"Told you," said Eoin smugly. "Dibs on the shower, by the way. Colin, I'm pulling out, breathe... all right, done."

He padded to the bathroom, barefoot, naked and gorgeous, with a spring in his step. Bradley didn't feel compelled to move a muscle for the next six hours, and his bed was damp and reeking anyway; he could just shower in the morning.

Eoin disappeared into the bathroom, and for one moment the bed and the room felt weirdly empty. Then Colin snuggled up to him and sprawled over his chest, and everything was all right again.

Bradley pulled the blanket over them and hugged Colin tighter. Colin was quite heavy for someone that skinny, but it felt good.

"Stay," Bradley blurted out without thinking.

"Can't. Bed's not big enough for three of us to sleep here."

"Yeah, of course, sorry, I'm being a twat, ignore me," Bradley said guiltily.

"I'll stay next time."

Only then Bradley remembered that Eoin was a guest star, and his units had almost finished shooting by now.

Eoin was singing something in the shower, maybe because he was in a good mood, or maybe just to let them know he wouldn't overhear whatever they said to each other. And Bradley had a lot to say to Colin, but they'd have time for that later.

"I'll miss him," said Bradley, holding Colin close, and felt Colin's lips curl into a smile against his skin.

"Yeah, he'll be back," Colin said.