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sonora_coneja) wrote2011-05-28 12:21 am
sonora_coneja) wrote2011-05-28 12:21 am
Entry tags:
Premiere - DVD Extras
Pairing: Liam/Bradley
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary:
I asked for some help unsticking my RPS writing function! Somebody suggested first public appearance together, so... consider it a down payment on a larger “moving in together” that I really want to do for them!
Liam attends the Hangover II premiere with Bradley. Bradley’s...nervous
“This has to go.”
Bradley shivers at the sound of his lover’s voice, the light touch of those hands, those big, wonderful hands, to his neck. It’s been too long since he’s seen his man. Too long. And they haven’t gotten a chance to be alone yet, really alone, together in bed, the shower, the hallway...
“I think I’m supposed to wear that.”
“Nonsense. You’re supposed to wear what looks good. And you look better without it.”
“I’ve got a very high-paid personal fashion adviser who says...”
“It. Comes. Off.”
And Liam tugs, a finger underneath the tie, hard enough to draw Bradley across the floor of the limo, right into his lap, right into his kiss, slow and sweet, yielding absolutely no ground at all, dominating and delicious. The younger actor shivers, feeling that simple touch ripple everywhere in his body, crashing against his skin and settling to pool in his belly, heat building down, and he groans. “Liam...”
Deftly, skillfully, like he does everything, the Irishman unknots and unthreads, pulling the fine black silk through his collar slowly, very,very slowly. “What is it, darling?”
“You’re doing that possessive thing again, aren’t you?” the younger man asks, amused, watching the tie slip away.
“You are mine, after all,” Liam murmurs back, tossing the tie away and unbuttoning the top button of Bradley’s shirt, kissing his cheek gently, his neck, light pecks, down and down. “All mine.”
“O-only, only yours...” he gasps, right as his lover’s lips fasten on his pulse point, sucking lightly.
“You look so much better without the tie, darling, so fucking beautiful,” the older actor whispers, and that’s when Bradley gets it.
That’s when he slides off his man’s lap, off to the side, both of them half-hard but no time to do anything about it except hope it goes away. He takes one of Liam’s big hands in his own, tracing the veins, bringing it to his face. “Worried, Liam?” he asks, teasing, serious. He wants to inject a pet name in there, something like baby orsweetheart or...or whatever a man’s supposed to call his alpha. Nothing fits. He needs to find something that fits. But that’s a project for another day. “Are you worried?”
“Worried for you, darling. I’m worried for you tonight...” the Irishman says.
And yeah, Bradley feels his stomach pinch up a bit, that feeling he gets when he sets foot on a set for the first time, when he goes in to an interview. He’s nervous. Very, very nervous. The first time he’s seen Liam since the whole coming out debacle, and it’s going to be captured by a dozen different news services, played out on the Internet and on TV. Half the major outlets have already been pre-gaming it, authorized information leaked by Liam’s staff.
Him and Liam at the Hangover II premier.
Liam Neeson and Bradley Cooper.
Gay.
A couple.
Dating.
Together.
Committed...
“It’s what I want,” he says, feeling a flutter of nervousness, deep down, under that double-breasted suit Liam’s just deconstructed for him. “I want to be with you.”
“And I want to be with you, Bradley,” he says, squeezing his hand. “This is part of it.”
“I know...”
The limo stops. The intercom crackles.
“We’re here, Mr. Cooper.”
Bradley runs his hand across his mouth, hesitating just a second before hitting the button. “Thanks, Rick,” he says absently, and looks at Liam. Tall, dark, handsome, not a thread out of place, his hair slightly messy like it always is.
He smiles. “You ready to go, lad?”
“Liam...”
“It’s going to be okay,” his lover whispers and, reaching over, opens the door.
They lose contact for a moment.
But when they step out, fully into the blinding explosion of a thousand flash bulbs, Bradley feels a light touch at his back.
Guiding him through it.
And he’s never loved the man more than right now.
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary:
I asked for some help unsticking my RPS writing function! Somebody suggested first public appearance together, so... consider it a down payment on a larger “moving in together” that I really want to do for them!
Liam attends the Hangover II premiere with Bradley. Bradley’s...nervous
“This has to go.”
Bradley shivers at the sound of his lover’s voice, the light touch of those hands, those big, wonderful hands, to his neck. It’s been too long since he’s seen his man. Too long. And they haven’t gotten a chance to be alone yet, really alone, together in bed, the shower, the hallway...
“I think I’m supposed to wear that.”
“Nonsense. You’re supposed to wear what looks good. And you look better without it.”
“I’ve got a very high-paid personal fashion adviser who says...”
“It. Comes. Off.”
And Liam tugs, a finger underneath the tie, hard enough to draw Bradley across the floor of the limo, right into his lap, right into his kiss, slow and sweet, yielding absolutely no ground at all, dominating and delicious. The younger actor shivers, feeling that simple touch ripple everywhere in his body, crashing against his skin and settling to pool in his belly, heat building down, and he groans. “Liam...”
Deftly, skillfully, like he does everything, the Irishman unknots and unthreads, pulling the fine black silk through his collar slowly, very,very slowly. “What is it, darling?”
“You’re doing that possessive thing again, aren’t you?” the younger man asks, amused, watching the tie slip away.
“You are mine, after all,” Liam murmurs back, tossing the tie away and unbuttoning the top button of Bradley’s shirt, kissing his cheek gently, his neck, light pecks, down and down. “All mine.”
“O-only, only yours...” he gasps, right as his lover’s lips fasten on his pulse point, sucking lightly.
“You look so much better without the tie, darling, so fucking beautiful,” the older actor whispers, and that’s when Bradley gets it.
That’s when he slides off his man’s lap, off to the side, both of them half-hard but no time to do anything about it except hope it goes away. He takes one of Liam’s big hands in his own, tracing the veins, bringing it to his face. “Worried, Liam?” he asks, teasing, serious. He wants to inject a pet name in there, something like baby orsweetheart or...or whatever a man’s supposed to call his alpha. Nothing fits. He needs to find something that fits. But that’s a project for another day. “Are you worried?”
“Worried for you, darling. I’m worried for you tonight...” the Irishman says.
And yeah, Bradley feels his stomach pinch up a bit, that feeling he gets when he sets foot on a set for the first time, when he goes in to an interview. He’s nervous. Very, very nervous. The first time he’s seen Liam since the whole coming out debacle, and it’s going to be captured by a dozen different news services, played out on the Internet and on TV. Half the major outlets have already been pre-gaming it, authorized information leaked by Liam’s staff.
Him and Liam at the Hangover II premier.
Liam Neeson and Bradley Cooper.
Gay.
A couple.
Dating.
Together.
Committed...
“It’s what I want,” he says, feeling a flutter of nervousness, deep down, under that double-breasted suit Liam’s just deconstructed for him. “I want to be with you.”
“And I want to be with you, Bradley,” he says, squeezing his hand. “This is part of it.”
“I know...”
The limo stops. The intercom crackles.
“We’re here, Mr. Cooper.”
Bradley runs his hand across his mouth, hesitating just a second before hitting the button. “Thanks, Rick,” he says absently, and looks at Liam. Tall, dark, handsome, not a thread out of place, his hair slightly messy like it always is.
He smiles. “You ready to go, lad?”
“Liam...”
“It’s going to be okay,” his lover whispers and, reaching over, opens the door.
They lose contact for a moment.
But when they step out, fully into the blinding explosion of a thousand flash bulbs, Bradley feels a light touch at his back.
Guiding him through it.
And he’s never loved the man more than right now.