#colin1

[sircolinmorgan]

#Mood

The Boy That Never Was (episode 3)

[for-tylove]

Ty had long since left all of his shame surrounding sex in the metaphorical rearview mirror. Growing up with two devoutly Catholic Hispanic parents, sex education had been practically nonexistent, and Ty had been forced to educate himself through a series of clumsy fumbles in his dorm room with his best friend. It meant now that Ty now had no trouble going after exactly what he wanted, including the aforementioned best friend. Knees still sore with carpet burn, Ty couldn’t help but smile as he ran a damp hand towel over his face in the bathroom mirror. A low ache settled in the pit of his stomach and in his cock as he stuck his mouth under the faucet in Colin’s bathroom, washing the taste of the other man from his mouth. It had been good, better than he remembered, Colin rougher when he tugged his hair in a tell-tale warning right before he came, painting his tongue and most of his chin with a satisfied smirk. Ty had the smug, triumphant feeling of having gotten what he'd wanted, what he came here for, despite not getting to come himself. The affirmation that Colin wanted him too, was willing to debase himself to have him, was more than enough. He moved into the doorway of the bathroom, fully dressed, droplets of water clinging to his face as he surveyed the scene before him. Colin, mussed curls and sweat clinging to his skin. Ty couldn't help but grin. "Muy hermoso. ¿Sigo siendo el necesitado?" he drawled, confident Colin's Spanish was still good after all these years.

[drmissymaclean]

The humming under Missy’s skin was bad today. Normally, she could ignore it, by going left foot first up the stairs or flicking her wrist at just the right angle that the movement fit in her brain. Today though, she couldn’t stop the irritable feeling that pricked at her skin like dry heat. Every move she made felt like it had to be done in a certain way and she tried to remind herself that was just a rule she’d made up in her head. 

She checked her phone, a weak smile making its way onto her face as Petey sent another text, reassuring her with many exclamation points (she didn’t dare count them, knowing her brain would try and find something horrifically symbolic about the result) that Gramps was just fine, settling down for the night, and that she didn’t need to rush home. She fired off a response, telling him that he was a godsend and that she hoped to be home before Gramps’ evening detective shows were over. Firstly though, she’d agreed to pay Colin a visit. 

She’d messaged him on her lunch break, asking him if she could come over after work. He knew what a request like that involved, and he’d agreed easily enough, not sensing anything wrong with her tone. That was good though. Missy didn’t want him to think there was anything wrong with her; she just wanted him to fuck the wrongness out of her.

Standing outside his front door, her knuckles hovering above the wood, she paused. Her fingers twitched, hesitated. One-two-three, knock! She missed the count. One-two- She finally gave in and knocked clumsily, not in any sort of rhythm that quieted the pit in her stomach. Her jaw clenched and she felt a muscle in her neck twitch.

She couldn’t help but flinch as soon as Colin opened the door, looking sun-kissed and smug, but oddly comforting too. He looked like ease personified, in such a stupidly charming way that she was almost comforted by the sight of him. Usually, a night with Colin, whether it be in the confines of his luxurious apartment or aptly nicknamed fuckboat, was conquered with no real difficulty. She got along with him more than she did with most people outside of her ragtag group of Irishmen and Bonnie. Colin had never been the sort of person she’d have ever envisioned herself hanging out with - in fact, he was the exact kind of person she’d have started a fight with in high school - but the buzzing in her veins mellowed a little as he stood there, leaning against his doorway.

She knew how she looked, her hair scraped back in a braid, museum ID hanging off her neck in its lanyard and her blouse still covered in fragments of bone dust. 

“Hey,” she said. Her voice was tight, a little hoarse from the repetitive left-right, left-right, left-right pattern she had muttered to herself on her way here, keeping it up under her breath to keep the image of Gramps falling down the stairs out of her head. 

Before he could say anything in response, Missy leaned forwards and kissed him, pushing him backwards into his apartment. Her bag slid off her shoulder, landing on the floor with a thud. The way she kissed him was automatic, muscle memory, like a routine. 

Her tongue found his with a practised ease as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the fact that it didn’t feel the same as usual. Something dark and ugly churned inside her as she grasped the front of Colin’s shirt, fingers scrabbling to find his buttons so she could undo them. 

It wasn’t desire she was kissing Colin with right now, it was desperation and as she deepened the kiss with a soft groan, she kissed him like it could erase her whole entire day and help her ignore the compulsions clawing at the back of her brain. 

She felt his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back a little and their lips separated with a wet click. She stared up at him, eyes blown wide as she tried to work out what he was doing. 

“Col…” she tried to lean into him again, craning her neck for another kiss before the stinging finality of rejection caught up to her and threatened to undo her completely. But he still kept her at arms’ length and Missy felt sick.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, quickly deflecting. As if Colin was the one acting oddly. 

[for-tylove]

"Now where would be the fun in that?" Ty chirped, hating the flip his stomach gave at the sound of his name in Colin's mouth. Like, fine, the bar was on the fucking floor, but Colin was still one of the few people who growing up had bothered to pronounce his name right. Colin's Spanish had always been good, the two of them sitting crosslegged in the dark of their dorm as Ty taught him the filthiest curse words, the other boy's pronounciation perfect as he copied Ty. Ty had envied how good, actually. After a time Spanish had begun to sound foreign on Ty's tongue, clumsy and thick in his heavy, frat-boy American twang. But Colin's had always been near perfect. Ty's Father had promised him, bright eyed, that one day he would hear his name over the announcements at Wimbledon, perfectly pronounced. To this day, Ty was still rolling his eyes as sports reporters pronounced the L's in Castillo.

"I wanted to surprise you." he shrugged, his shoulders unintentionally lifting, a perfect mirror image of the man standing before him. "Why would you go home now? Fun's just getting started, man."

A mischevious glint in his eye, Ty's hand left the place where it was perched atop the net, venturing across the clearly defined yet unspoken barricade between them. Til now, Ty had kept a respectable - if you could call anything about Ty and Colin's relationship respectable - distance. He knew the effect he could have on the other man with just a well placed touch of his hand, he'd had so much fun with it when they were younger, watching every inch of Colin's body react to him. Now, he leaned forward, closing his fingers around Colin's wrist in a gesture that was anything but light.

"We're not done." he stated, a hard edge creeping his tone, all hints of playfulness erased. He held Colin's gaze, brown eyes boring into Colin's blue. They were a lesson in unfinished business, and though years had stretched out between them, Colin's body turning hard and fighting fit as he seemingly steeled himself against any pleasant memories of Ty, nothing between them would truly be done, over. They hadn't even had a satisfactory goodbye. It hadn't come to blows, or a rain-soaked tear-stricken declaration, they had merely given up on each other. In Colin's eyes, Ty had chosen Laura, and he wasn't sure he'd ever really be forgiven for that.

Verbal blows, however? It seemed they were fair game. The hard, emotionless mask slid from Ty's face for a mere second before he quickly built all of his walls back up, desperate for Colin not to see just how deeply those words had hit home. His fingers tightened briefly on Colin's wrist, grasp sweaty in the Afternoon sun, the closest Ty would probably be to Colin ever again, aside from press and friendly handshakes and involuntarily touches. It stung, that someone you had once loved so deeply, who had carved out a place in your heart, could now be nothing but a stranger. He dropped Colin's wrist with some venom, a lazy, crooked smile making its way onto his lips.

"Tsk, is that true, Col?" he shrugged, "You know me, I care a lot. It's kinda my whole thing."

Turning his back on Colin, he moved to retrieve his racket, giving it a hefty swing in mid-air.

"I came to reignite the rivalry. That's how much I care."

Even at his worst, Matthias always looked better than everyone else in any given room. Colin wasn’t about to admit that out loud – hell, he’d probably never admit that anyone looked better than himself – but he was no fool. As his eyes scanned the other man, his gaze clung to familiar corners of his body; The freckle just below his left eye, almost a perfect match to the one on the right side of his neck, just below his chin; A tiny scar along his bicep that Colin still blamed himself for to this day – courtesy of the two of them thinking that their 18 year old selves could handle a 3am game of tennis after going on a bender. Ty had been of slightly sounder mind than Colin and had won their game, resulting in an excitable Colin pouncing on the other boy, the two tumbling to the floor and smashing a bottle of cheap wine in the process. The shards had nicked Ty’s arm – barely noticeable to the naked eye, but Colin had always enjoyed tracing kisses along the blemish, wanting to mark his friend in newer, gentler ways. 

Not that he wanted to think of his old friend like that anymore. He couldn’t afford to. Anxiety continued to build in his chest as his ex – was that what they were? Fuck. – closed the distance between them, now mere inches away on the other side of the net. 

“Well, if you wanted to play you should’ve requested a challenge, Castillo,” Colin sighed, feigning indifference. He offered up a casual shrug before gesturing around them, and then towards his own, naked torso. It wasn’t some kind of sick and twisted seduction technique, but an acknowledgement of his current state. “I wasn’t about to stand around on this court all day waiting for people to show up when they got bored, man. I’m done. I’m going home.” 

That, of course, wasn’t entirely true. He had intended to get a little more practice in after his few games, though he hadn’t anticipated an audience. The courts were open to all, obviously. He couldn’t send Matthias away, nor could he claim the space as his own, but he still wasn’t happy with the other man’s presence. If the two of them really had to see each other throughout the competition, Colin would much rather keep it at a minimum. 

In truth – and another thing Colin would never be caught dead admitting – Matthias was the better player of the two. Despite this, he was lazy. Colin had spent years frustrated and overbearing as he’d tried to drill it into his best friend just how good he could be. Right now, Matthias Jiminez was a great player, but Colin knew better than anybody that he could be magnificent – spectacular, even. The last thing he needed right now, at his own prime, was for the other man to be keeping a watchful eye over him, relearning his tells and weaknesses, and deciding that now was the time to give a shit about the sport Colin had dedicated his whole entire life and career to. 

“Why would I be happy to see you? You’re nothing to me,” Colin breathed, his voice low, catching on the lie. 

A sharp pain seared in his chest as Colin’s jaw clenched, wincing ever so slightly as he forced his face into a neutral expression. The mere idea of saying something so hateful and, ultimately, untrue to Matthias still didn’t sit right with him. Nothing about their situation sat right with him, even after all these years, but he wouldn’t let the other player to get the better of him. Not on the court, nor off it. He couldn’t be seen as this weak, pathetic and pining loser while the whole world was on their knees for the only man he’d ever... 

Whatever. 

Sweat dripped down Colin’s neck and chest as the scorching sun shone down on the two of them, the weight of his words simply sitting between them. Colin wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to see the look on Ty’s face when he felt the impact of them – though, the more he thought about it, the more he doubted he gave a single shit how Colin felt about him.  The last time Colin had seen him, he’d been hit with the aching realisation that, of the two, Matthias had either been far better at concealing his true feelings, or the stoic, nonchalance he’d worn so proudly on his features had been an accurate representation of how he’d really felt about Colin finally walking away from what they had. 

“Don’t pretend you care, Ty,” he sighed, ducking his head. He scuffed the toe of his sneakers against the astroturf below, using the action as a feeble distraction from the dull throb in his skull that was steadily increasing. 

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

simon/billy3 (mini) - 4 jan // 0 notes // opp/ michaela

micah/joey1 - 5 jan // 3 notes // opp: michaela

eli/annie3 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

heath/elodie1 - 5 jan // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️rafferty/maverick2 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 (mini) - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo5 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 (mini) - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 (flashback, mini) - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 (mini) - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ariadne/valentina1 (mini) - 31 dec // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/simon1 - 2 jan // 2 notes // opp: danielle

matthias/colin4 (mini) - 5 jan // 5 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/raff/maverick1 - 6 jan // 6 notes // opp: danielle & michaela

michaela owes.

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

théo/jax1 (mini) - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 (mini) - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️jasper/ariadne1 (mini) - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

amelia/ripley1 - 2nd jan // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. annie/eli2. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

charlie/elodie1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias1. colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

flynn/rae1. | flynn/wardo1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[midnight-circus]

colin is a total idiot savant like. he comes across as a complete dumb bitch, but then he’ll come out with these absolutely sparks of genius at the most convenient times and blow everybodys fuckin minds

[wintercolourss-archive]

@smxkinglips

Inés walked out of the store, she had several bags on her hands: Balenciaga, Chanel, Carolina Herrera, Ralph Lauren and so on. She had closed a deal a few days ago and now she was indulging herself with a little shoping. She was more relaxed than she had been a couple of days ago. Her mind was else where, deciding to check out the Valentino store before going back to her car.

However, just when she was about to cross the street, something caught her attention and made her stop on her tracks. Music. Inés turned her head and didn't take long for her to find the source. Always the one to mind other people's business, she approached to the performer. She was the only one who stopped although some people left some bills for him. He was cute, not her usual type but too cute to walk away. So Inés fished a 50 dollar bill from her Hermes bag and placed it with the rest of the money.

Eventually he finished his song and her lips curved into a small smirk. "Bravo..." she hummed softly.

[maggiemaewilds]

colinfawcett​:

“Luckily other babies is one issue we don’t have. We had a noisy neighbor for the first couple of months we were in this flat, so I thought it might just be that, but they moved out a while ago. Still wakes up as soon as I try to do anything near him after he goes to bed.” Colin felt himself freeze for a couple of seconds at Molly’s mention of using magic to clean it, but he pushed it out of his mind quickly. It was unlikely Molly meant anything more than just offering another suggestion. “I figured with two you’re probably more used to creative problem solving than I am. How are they any way, besides having cleaner stuffies than Simon?” 

.

“Perhaps he just wants you near.” Molly offered before her eyes went wide— she placed a comforting hand on Colin’s, a nonverbal apology not wanting to bring her moment of thoughtlessness back to the center of attention as he pushed on. “Oh they are my wild boys. They love having a good adventure out in the garden. Sometimes I let them run wild out there just to get rid of some of the energy. Does wonders for naptime now that I think of it, you should bring Simon over and let him run it out with the boys.”

[parablesystem]

i should start a discourse blog

- colin1

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[sircolinmorgan]

Colin Morgan in Dead and Buried (2024)

[skyguywrites]

❗️= old or important threads/threads to prioritise. bold = ship thread. italics = important/defining plot.

dan owes.

❗️henry/diego3 - 27 june // 9 notes // opp: michaela

❗️eli/annie2 - 8 july // 4 notes // opp: michaela

wardo/flynn1 - 10 july // 3 notes // opp: michaela

marley/poppy1 - 29 july // 2 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian1 - 8 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/amelia1 - 11 aug // 0 notes // opp: michaela

marley/jessie2 - 14 sept // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/olly1 - 23 sept // 0 notes // opp: michaela

keeley/théo1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

teddy/colin1 - 24 sept // 3 notes // opp: michaela

simon/matthias1 - 24 sept // 1 note // opp: jenny

❗️marley/harlow2 - 29 sept // 5 notes // opp: jenny

dante/marcus1 - 30 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

❗️max/ivy2 - 7 sept // 6 notes // opp: michaela

jude/olly1 - 13 oct // 0 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amelia1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

rory/bonnie1 - 5 nov // 2 notes // opp: michaela

simon/billy2 - 10 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ezra/kian2 (mini) - 14 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

ripley/amira1 - 15 nov // 5 notes // opp: michaela

lando/théo1 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/diego4 - 27 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

henry/valentina1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: michaela

teddy/valentina1 - 13 dec // 1 note // opp: michaela

jen owes.

❗️louis/wardo4 - 26 june // 3 notes // opp: danielle

maggie/amelia1 - 13 aug // 4 notes // opp: michaela

jackson/dante2 - 12 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

ariadne/billy1 - 25 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

louis/wardo1 (mini) - 28 sept // 3 notes // opp: danielle

charlie/marcus1 - 29 sept // 2 notes // opp: michaela

charlie/elodie1 - 02 oct // 3 notes // opp: michaela

❗️matthias/colin1 - 7 oct // 4 notes // opp: michaela

❗️harlow/rafferty1 - 17 oct // 10 notes // opp: danielle

killian/amira4 - 08 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

chess/ivy3 - 10 nov // 4 notes // opp: michaela

noah/flynn1 - 11 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

matthias/colin3 - 14 nov // 6 notes // opp: michaela

maggie/marcus1 - 27 nov // 3 notes // opp: michaela

michaela owes.

❗️flynn/rae1 - 29 sept // 6 notes // opp: danielle

micah/joey1 - 6 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

persephone/bradley2 - 16 oct // 2 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/raff2 - 16 oct // 5 notes // opp: danielle

❗️maverick/harlow/raff1 - 17 oct // 5 notes // opp: jenny & danielle

théo/jax1 - 13 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

persephone/charlie1 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

poppy/noah3 - 24 nov // 1 note // opp: jenny

jasper/ariadne1 - 24 nov // 4 notes // opp: jenny

kian/ezra2 (mini) - 5 dec // 4 notes // opp: michaela

ARCHIVED.

amira/joey1. | amira/killian1. amira/killian2. amira/killian3. annie/eli1. | annie/jax1.

billy/simon1.

bradley/persephone1.

chess/diego1. | chess/henry1. chess/ivy1. chess/ivy2. | chess/joey1. | chess/matty1. chess/matty2.

colin/matthias2.

dante/jax1.

diego/henry1. diego/henry2. diego/henry3.

eli/matty1.

harlow/ivy1. | harlow/marley1. | harlow/maverick1.

henry/ivy1. | henry/poppy1.

ivy/louis1. ivy/louis2. ivy/louis3. | ivy/max1. | ivy/raff1. | ivy/wardo1.

jax/matty1.

jess/marley1.

joey/scotty1.

kian/louis1.

killian/matty1.

louis/max1. | louis/scotty1. | louis/wardo1. louis/wardo2. louis/wardo3.

mav/raff1. | mav/wardo1.

noah/poppy1. noah/poppy2.

persephone/jax1. persephone/jax2. | persephone/ripley1.

poppy/wardo1.

[midnight-circus]

[for-tylove]

Every single one of Colin's words felt like the sharp twist of a knife, digging deeper and deeper. It was hard to stand his ground, when every one of Colin's words rang true, and each served to make him sound more and more pathetic. It wasn't so much about him wanting to fuck Colin - although he had, in fact, wanted to fuck Colin - than it wanting to reconnect with his best friend. Be close to him, even. But he and Colin hadn't been able to maintain any semblance of a normal friendship in a long time, everything muddied with sex and anger and hurt feelings. It was humiliating, the eagerness with which Ty had been ready to get down on his knees, as Colin had so crudely put it.

"Yeah, well," Ty angrily spat, abandoning the search for his shirt, instead hastily zipping up his hoodie to conceal his bare chest, "You were all too happy to sit back and let me suck your cock, huh?"

He moved around the room with the speed with which he zipped around the court - the speed, but none of the agility - he didn't want to step foot in Colin's apartment ever again, so he couldn't afford to leave anything important behind. Jesus, he couldn't even look at him right now.

"You always were an asshole, Col, but you were never a lazy fuck."

He fumbled around on the carpet, a hand reaching out under the depth's of Colin's bed to search for his missing sneakers. Degrading as it was, he was Colin couldn't see him as his face burned, eyes wet with the threat of unshed tears, throat thick as he tried to think of something biting to throw the other man's way and came up short. Ty could be an asshole at the best of times, but he was far too sensitive for his own good. A crier on the court, he'd been ridiculed time and time again for letting his emotions get the better of him. He wouldn't let Colin see him cry now.

"You wouldn't know how to be anyone's boyfriend, anyway." he mumbled, cowardly, from his position on the floor.

Coming up short, Ty straightened up, casting his eyes around the room for his shoes, only to be met with Colin shoving his remaining posessions at him with enough force it sent the man stumbling.

He clutched his trainers close to him, a makeshift lifeline as Colin got in his face. His eyes were angry, breathing hard. Ty had always loved him best like this, fired up, with something to prove. He was at his most beautiful teeth gritted, hitting a backhand or roaring with celebration on the court. It made it all the nicer to have Colin be sweet, cross-legged, sitting on twin beds they'd pushed together, walls down.

"I liked you better when we were." he managed to say, talking around the lump in his throat. Shouldering past Colin, he fumbled with the door handle and sprinted from the apartment clad only in his socks, not sticking around to hear whatever cruel retort Colin had readied for him. He waited til he was outside on the asphalt to let out a dry sob, bent at the waist as he struggled to catch his breath, vision blurred with tears as he fumbled with the Uber app.

Something twinged in Colin’s chest at the sight of the other man. The obvious hurt that flitted across Ty’s features as his eyes danced across the room, scoping out an exit plan, even as he claimed he was unbothered by Colin’s words. There had once been a time when he’d known Matthias so well that he could decode every minor shift in his features, each twitch and change in his body language. These days, he had no idea what the other man was thinking, but he wasn’t so blind that he couldn’t see he was hurting – no matter how much he tried to hide it. 

He forced himself to ignore the growing weight that was pushing against his own chest, the way uncertainty seemed to wrap around his lungs, gripping them tight and threatening to rob him of all the air that he had left. He’d just wanted a fun night; A trip down memory lane with an old flame, nothing too complex. Stupidly, he’d believed that Matthias had wanted the same thing, his instinct now to tease and flirt, to coax a smile or one last whimper out of the other man before he sent him on his way. 

He’d felt a buzz of adrenaline at the sound of Ty moaning against his mouth once more, warmth flooding his chest as he eased into that final kiss before pulling back, feeling far more content knowing that he still had some semblance of power over the other man. It was satisfying knowing that he hadn’t lost him entirely – that even a few bitter words wouldn’t stop him from being drawn back into Colin’s bubble mere moments later. 

Or so he thought, until he felt the harsh collision of Ty’s shoulder against his own. Colin hissed, the impact of the other man’s weight knocking him off balance, a bruising pain throbbing against his shoulder as he scowled, swearing under his breath. He braced his hand against the bed, where Ty’s own hands had clung to the sheets only seconds before, before twisting around to face the other man with a face full of thunder. 

“Oh, I’ve got some nerve?” Colin huffed, lifting a hand to rub anxiously at his now aching shoulder. “You wanted to come here, Matthias. You haven’t bothered hiding just how badly you wanted to get down on your knees from me since the minute you touched back down in New York, but now you’re pissed that I’m not begging and pleading with you to stay the fuckin’ night?” 

He watched with wild eyes as Ty searched around for his belongings, his sneakers discarded on opposite ends of his bedroom, neither of them having had their wits about them when he'd first entered Colin’s apartment. His hand moved absently to the front of his shorts now, adjusting himself plainly within Ty’s view, unbothered about the optics a – the thin layer of fabric prominently outlined his boner regardless, there was no use pretending it wasn’t there. He palmed at himself lazily over his shorts as the other man yelled, his voice growing in volume with each sentence, gently urging the increasing blood-rush to his cock to slow down. 

“Too good to be true? You’re not my boyfriend, Ty,” Colin reminded him, the truth of their years-old arrangement hanging out in the open with no need for any pretense. 

Stalking across the room, he gathered up one of Ty’s shoes into his hand before going to retrieve the other. With a firm hold of the two, he stopped short in front of the other man and shoved them hard against his chest, hoping to emulate the same strength with which he’d just been shoved. 

“Grow up, Ty. We’re not teenagers anymore,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes. His breathing was hard now, the two of them mere inches apart. Either one of them could bridge that gap and break the tension yet again, the same way they always used to end their fights, but something told Colin that this was finally what it would take for the two of them to stop bitterly falling into each other’s beds. 

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Colin Morgan in The Boy That Never Was (2024)

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Colin Morgan in All My Sons (2019)