After the Interview - DVD Extras
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sonora_conejaPairing: Bradley/Liam
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
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stackcats posted this http://hellyeahliamneeson.tumblr.com/post/6011245176/there-were-a-few-inquiries-for-the-complete somewhere in here in a comment and I AM COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY at the way Liam and Bradley talk together in that interview. Again I am confinced that there was/is(?) something going on between them! I mean REALLY! Here just a few things:
1) The van was comfortable and has plush seats…
2) Liam met Bradley for one night a couple of years ago..
3) Bradley got in magnificent shape…that was all real, trust me.<<< actual QUOTE from Liam!!
Then there is something about Face being "metrosexual" (is that a word?) ...anyway...PLEASE I'D LOVE FILLS FOR THIS!!! My dear [info]sonora_coneja already agreed to write it, YAY!!! *hugs you*
But I'd gladly read stuff that someone else comes up with too! Please be brave and go for the RPS people! It's not as hard as it seems ;) Not with those two!! :D
After their BBC One Radio Interview, after the London premiere of the A-Team, Bradley’s sleepy
“How you doin’ there, darling?” Liam asks, touching his shoulder, and Bradley pulls his head off the door with a groan, shifting a bit so his back’s leaning up against the door, so he can smile at the older man. “You’re exhausted, I know...”
He yawns. “Think I’m going to need a nap, Liam, before we head out for Germany or wherever the hell we’re going next...”
“Then what are you doing all the way over there?” Liam asks, reaching over and laying a hand on his jeans. “C’mere, lad, come over here with me...”
Bradley wants to protest, but he can’t. It feels too damn good to let Liam pull him around, get them close in the seat, fall against that strong chest and just rest. One of those long arms wraps around him, pulling him closer, and the American grins as he arches back, getting as comfortable as he can. No homo here, he thinks to himself, and snorts a little laugh.
“What?” Liam asks behind him, a smile in his voice, and Bradley lays one of his hands on the older man’s knee.
“I said in that interview I’d do anything you told me to do, and look at me, letting you cuddle me in the back of a damn limo in fucking London, where anybody could see you...”
There’s an appreciative rumble in his lover’s chest, and that arm around him squeezes tighter, and Liam kisses the top of his head. “You would do anything I asked of you?”
Bradley feels himself blush a little. But he snuggles closer anyway. “Yeah. I think I...I would. Anything.”
“Then go to sleep, sweetheart,” his lover tells him, rubbing his stomach now, pulling his shirt up to stroke his hand down that faint line of hair beneath his bellybutton. “I’ll wake you when we get there, okay?”
Soothed by the touch, the younger actor lets his hand stray up, along that fine neck behind him, up into dark, messy hair. Liam’s Brit hair, he likes to call it, because he’s always so careful to have it neat and slicked when they’re in the States, and it’s always like this when they’re not. It doesn’t matter to him either way, though. Bradley loves his man’s hair, loves the feel of it in his fingers, no matter how he’s wearing it. No matter how many times Liam teases him about being a metrosexual, about how he’s always artfully composed and perfectly dressed whenever they’re in public, wherever they are...
The interviewer accused him of that, too. And yeah, it’s part of the game in Hollywood and he enjoys playing it most days, but it’s not what he’s about. Bradley would like nothing more right now than to lounge around his own house in an ancient college tee with loose, uncoordinated boxers, not shaving, far from prying eyes, far from parties or interviews or anythin. Where his lover could strip that t-shirt off him, kiss every inch of him, where he could sink to his own knees and nuzzle the crease of Liam’s thigh and run his tongue up...
“Liam?” he asks, jerking back from the brink of slumber.
“What is it, my lad?”
“Would you get your damn assistant to open us a night or two once we get to Germany? You know, nothing going on, just you and me,” and he turns a bit, so Liam can see his smile, “and whatever orders you want to give me?”
Liam smiles back, and hugs him closer. “Sounds like a plan, luv,” he says softly, voice full of promise. “I can think of so many things I’d like to see you do.”
“Yeah?” he teases back. “Like what?”
Another kiss, this one on his lips, soft and easy, and a big hand cups his cheek as Liam leans as far back as he’s able. “Like getting some rest, Bradley.”
He shuts his eyes, basically laying on his lover now in a way that couldn’t be interpreted as anything other than exactly what it is, and he sighs, feeling that pull of impending sleep. “Yes, sir,” he murmurs, and smiles again as a shiver goes through the older man’s body.
Rating: pg-13
Warnings: none
Summary: A fill for this prompt on the kink meme.
stackcats posted this http://hellyeahliamneeson.tumblr.com/post/6011245176/there-were-a-few-inquiries-for-the-complete somewhere in here in a comment and I AM COMPLETELY BLOWN AWAY at the way Liam and Bradley talk together in that interview. Again I am confinced that there was/is(?) something going on between them! I mean REALLY! Here just a few things:1) The van was comfortable and has plush seats…
2) Liam met Bradley for one night a couple of years ago..
3) Bradley got in magnificent shape…that was all real, trust me.<<< actual QUOTE from Liam!!
Then there is something about Face being "metrosexual" (is that a word?) ...anyway...PLEASE I'D LOVE FILLS FOR THIS!!! My dear [info]sonora_coneja already agreed to write it, YAY!!! *hugs you*
But I'd gladly read stuff that someone else comes up with too! Please be brave and go for the RPS people! It's not as hard as it seems ;) Not with those two!! :D
After their BBC One Radio Interview, after the London premiere of the A-Team, Bradley’s sleepy
“How you doin’ there, darling?” Liam asks, touching his shoulder, and Bradley pulls his head off the door with a groan, shifting a bit so his back’s leaning up against the door, so he can smile at the older man. “You’re exhausted, I know...”
He yawns. “Think I’m going to need a nap, Liam, before we head out for Germany or wherever the hell we’re going next...”
“Then what are you doing all the way over there?” Liam asks, reaching over and laying a hand on his jeans. “C’mere, lad, come over here with me...”
Bradley wants to protest, but he can’t. It feels too damn good to let Liam pull him around, get them close in the seat, fall against that strong chest and just rest. One of those long arms wraps around him, pulling him closer, and the American grins as he arches back, getting as comfortable as he can. No homo here, he thinks to himself, and snorts a little laugh.
“What?” Liam asks behind him, a smile in his voice, and Bradley lays one of his hands on the older man’s knee.
“I said in that interview I’d do anything you told me to do, and look at me, letting you cuddle me in the back of a damn limo in fucking London, where anybody could see you...”
There’s an appreciative rumble in his lover’s chest, and that arm around him squeezes tighter, and Liam kisses the top of his head. “You would do anything I asked of you?”
Bradley feels himself blush a little. But he snuggles closer anyway. “Yeah. I think I...I would. Anything.”
“Then go to sleep, sweetheart,” his lover tells him, rubbing his stomach now, pulling his shirt up to stroke his hand down that faint line of hair beneath his bellybutton. “I’ll wake you when we get there, okay?”
Soothed by the touch, the younger actor lets his hand stray up, along that fine neck behind him, up into dark, messy hair. Liam’s Brit hair, he likes to call it, because he’s always so careful to have it neat and slicked when they’re in the States, and it’s always like this when they’re not. It doesn’t matter to him either way, though. Bradley loves his man’s hair, loves the feel of it in his fingers, no matter how he’s wearing it. No matter how many times Liam teases him about being a metrosexual, about how he’s always artfully composed and perfectly dressed whenever they’re in public, wherever they are...
The interviewer accused him of that, too. And yeah, it’s part of the game in Hollywood and he enjoys playing it most days, but it’s not what he’s about. Bradley would like nothing more right now than to lounge around his own house in an ancient college tee with loose, uncoordinated boxers, not shaving, far from prying eyes, far from parties or interviews or anythin. Where his lover could strip that t-shirt off him, kiss every inch of him, where he could sink to his own knees and nuzzle the crease of Liam’s thigh and run his tongue up...
“Liam?” he asks, jerking back from the brink of slumber.
“What is it, my lad?”
“Would you get your damn assistant to open us a night or two once we get to Germany? You know, nothing going on, just you and me,” and he turns a bit, so Liam can see his smile, “and whatever orders you want to give me?”
Liam smiles back, and hugs him closer. “Sounds like a plan, luv,” he says softly, voice full of promise. “I can think of so many things I’d like to see you do.”
“Yeah?” he teases back. “Like what?”
Another kiss, this one on his lips, soft and easy, and a big hand cups his cheek as Liam leans as far back as he’s able. “Like getting some rest, Bradley.”
He shuts his eyes, basically laying on his lover now in a way that couldn’t be interpreted as anything other than exactly what it is, and he sighs, feeling that pull of impending sleep. “Yes, sir,” he murmurs, and smiles again as a shiver goes through the older man’s body.
