A/N: So this is the last chapter (yay!) So just in case you haven't figured it out when something is written like this means it's a thought and when it's like this means one of the two is emphasizing something in a sentence. That said, enjoy!

Disclaimer: This story is not real it is just a figment of my overactive imagination. I do not know any of the Merlin cast nor do I know how Colin and Bradley's relationship started.


The smell of food hit them the moment they entered the house.

"It smells delicious."

"I know. I cooked, remember?"

"Now you're just being cocky."

"Well I'm a good cook so I have every right to be cocky. Remember the ice cream I made for you? Probably the best ice cream you ever tasted."

"Please don't. I get nauseous every time someone mentions it." He covered his mouth with his hand, mimicking nausea.

"Oh shut it. Why don't you sit while I heat up the food?"

"So what are we eating?" He sat down at the table which had a duck-patterned tablecloth, the only one Bradley could find. On it was a bottle of red wine, two glasses, napkins and cutlery.

"Let me heat it and you'll see it for yourself."

"I just hope it indeed tastes delicious"

After heating each plate he took them to the dining room, setting them in the table.

"Voilà!"

"Looks delicious."

"And tastes delicious, mind you." He sat down and filled both glasses with wine, handing one of them to Colin. "Wait! I forgot to bring the salad." Bradley stood up, picking his plate and moved to grab Colin's but he caught his wrist and almost entwined their fingers.

"Go get it." He let go Bradley and blushed slightly. "I promise I have enough self control to wait until you're back to eat."

"Er.. Alright. I'll be right back." Despite convincing himself earlier of acting cool, he almost ran to the kitchen.

"Had he meant to entwine our fingers or had it been accidental?"

"Everything alright in there?"

"Yes!"

"Relax, Bradley, if he meant it then that increases your chances of not blowing it tonight. If he hadn't meant it then... I'm fucked." He finished the last with a sigh.

"Need help?" Colin walked inside the kitchen, trying to see if he could do anything.

"No, don't worry, I'm good. You're the guest here so go sit."

Colin raised both hands defensively. "Fine, I'll go sit and look pretty."

"Yes, you go do that" he said chuckling whilst taking the aluminium foil paper off the bowl. Out in the dining room Colin was doing what he said: looking pretty. "Okay, here's the salad."


They both ate dinner and dessert, which was a delicious lactose free peanut butter s'more brownie, in companionable silence. After they finished, they sat on the couch with their fourth bottle of wine recently opened.

"One could think you are trying to get me drunk."

"If that were the case I would say I have succeeded. But since it's not the case, there is nothing to fear, damsel in distress." They had opened the bottle not more than 10 minutes ago yet it was three-quarters empty.

"I'm not drunk!"

"Sure you're not. I mean your speech is definitely not slurred nor are you clumsier than usual."

"Stop making fun of me!" He tried to hit Bradley playfully but missed by a good metre, causing Bradley to laugh.

"Not drunk, are you?"

"Not at all." He finished his remaining wine before reaching for the bottle.

"I think you've had enough," He got the bottle before Colin could and raised it above his head, reclining against the padded arm.

"I don't think so." He placed the empty glass on the coffee table and tried to snatch the bottle from Bradley. "Give it!"

Their chests were pressed together, noses almost touching. Such proximity was doing Bradley no good, especially when Colin practically started rubbing his body against his. As if accepting his defeat, Colin hung his head and rested in on Bradley's shoulder. His breathe ghosted on Bradley's neck, sending shivers down his spine. Apparently Colin sensed it because he looked into Bradley's eyes, his eyes shining with lust. He wasn't sure who closed the space between them nor did he care because they were kissing.

Sitting up slowly and without breaking the kiss, he placed the wine bottle on the floor. Colin straddled him and surrounded Bradley's neck with his arms while Bradley placed both hands on Colin's hips. It wasn't until their lungs were screaming for air that they broke apart, panting and gasping for air. Placing feather-like kisses along Colin's jaw and neck caused him to throw his head back to give Bradley a better access. He abruptly stopped when he felt Colin's hand moving lower, dangerously close to his nether parts.

"Colin, wait, no. I can't do this." He pulled away, grabbing Colin's wrists.

"I.. I'm terribly sorry. I don't know what came over me." He snatched his wrists away and stood up. "It was a mistake to come, to drink so much wine... Could you take me home?"

"Colin..."

"It was a mistake. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. I understand if you don't want to take me home I can call a..."

Bradley silenced him with a kiss. "Will you let me talk now?" When Colin nodded he continued, "I didn't stopped you because I regretted kissing you, but because I feel I'm taking advantage of you."

"What do you mean?"

"You might not want to admit it but you are drunk. I feel that if we do more than just kissing... heck even if we keep kissing I feel I'm taking advantage of you."

"But I didn't do it just because I'm pissed..."

"You say that not but what if you change your mind in the morning? I cannot risk our friendship like that."

Colin sighed and nodded. "You're probably right."

"The best thing to do right now is to sleep it off."

"You're right. I'll go get my keys."

"I'm too drunk to drive you there and I won't let you go on a taxi so you're staying here tonight."

"Thanks."

Bradley took him to the guestroom and lent him some pyjama bottoms. He bid Colin goodnight before going back to his room, changing and sleeping. Before he slept he had tossed around in his bed for almost an hour, wondering why he had thought this whole scheme was a good idea.


Next morning found them both cuddled together in Bradley's bed, Colin's back pressed to Bradley's chest. Awoken by a tickling sensation in his face he immediately went alert before realizing it was Colin. When he tried to blow Colin's hair without awakening he somehow managed to stir him without noticing.

"Morning," he said when he felt the body next to him tense. "I could swear I left you on the guestroom yesterday."

Silence.

"So slept good?"

Nothing.

Bradley sighed and sat up against the headboard, distancing slightly from Colin. "Do you regret yesterday?"

Nothing.

Seconds passed and still nothing.

"God I screwed it. We probably won't even be friends after this."

After what felt like an eternity Colin finally spoke. "I don't."

"Then what's with the weirdness?" he didn't dare ask out loud, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Do you regret it?"

"Not in the least."

"Good."

"Please tell me it won't get weird between us? That we will still be friend." He was not sure what was killing him more: Colin's short answers or his silence.

"Of course." He sounded a little hurt and Bradley had to think hard before realizing his mistake.

"Not that I don't want you more than a friend or that yesterday meant nothing but... I don't know if you feel the same way and your silence is honestly killing me." Silence. "Look, I like you, play? No, I love you and I've known that for years. I guess I was just too afraid of losing you as a friend to try and show you how much I loved you. Please, Colin, if you want to be nothing more than friends I get it and I'll respect your decision. No hard feelings or anything of the sort. But if you do want something more believe me when I say I could die happy."

"How long?"

"This is the closest I've come to pour my heart out to someone and you ask how long?"

"Two years."

All Colin did was nod and Bradley couldn't help but feel angry, although he didn't know if at himself or at Colin. They stayed silent for a long time, Bradley's heart hammering in his chest. Suddenly Colin started laughing and all Bradley could do was look at him in disbelief.

"May I ask what you find so funny?"

"It's just that you've loved me for a very long time," Colin said once he sobered. "As long as I have loved you yet none of us dared do anything. I don't know, I just feel stupid because I have... we have been wasting all this time hiding our feelings when we could have just drank four bottles of wine and problem solved. Consequences be damned!"

"If someone had told me that I would have gotten you drunk long time ago."

Colin chuckled and then asked: "Did you mean it?"

"What? That I love you? Of course."

"You really want..." he seemed unsure of how to phrase his question so Bradley decided to help him.

"Us to be something more than friends?" He moved to kneel next to Colin on the bed, looking down at him straight in the eye so he could see that Bradley truly meant it. "I meant every word I said." He leaned down and placed a tentative kiss on Colin's lips which he returned. "I would be the happiest bloke if you were my boyfriend."

"Is that a statement or a question?"

"A statement. The question is: would you be my boyfriend?"

"Yes" The smile he had on his face was priceless and Bradley couldn't help feel beyond happy that Colin was smiling because of him. "Because of us," he corrected himself.

"I love you, Colin Morgan."

"And I love you, Bradley James."

They kissed for a long time, breaking apart only when air was needed and when Colin's phone rang.

"Who is it?"

"Katie," Colin smiled, knowing what Katie was calling him for he decided to answer the call. "Hello."

"Hello, Colin. How did your night go?"

"Well it went perfect," he said looking over his shoulder at Bradley who was smiling at him.

"I take it that means you are together?"

"Yes, we are together now."

"And this couple would like to catch up on the two years they have lost so we will call you later, Katie, bye." Bradley snatched Colin's phone and told Katie,

"Enjoy yourselves, love birds!"

"Will do." Bradley hung up and smiled at Colin. "Where were we?"

"Here." Colin practically jumped on top of Bradley, pinning him to the bed and kissing him passionately.

The end