- Bronnor Oneshots -

Beautiful Scottish

It was the day of the Scottish Fashion Award.

Brad smoothed the hair of his boyfriend once again, trying to relax him.

'Baby, listen to me.' Brad grabbed Connor chin, looking him in the eye. 'You'll do it great. Even if you don't win, though I'm sure you will... But anyway, even if you don't, don't feel bad. You're so beautiful and I love you okay? An Award doesn't describes you.' Connor wrapped his arms around Brad's waist, resting his head against his chest.

'Brad, we don't have to go... I won't win and then everyone will look at me with pity and I feel ridiculous in this suit-'

'Con, you look incredible in that suit.' Brad blushed and hided his face into Con's hair.

'N-No. This tartan trousers just don't... Don't suit me. I feel... I'm starting to feel... Scared? I don't know... I'm not secure about this...' Connor muttered selfconsciously.

And let's be honest. When Brad saw him appear with that suit, he almost had a hard-on. Because his boyfriend didn't just look handsome. He looked hot, hot as hell. He wanted so bad to grab him by his hips and undress him slowly, but he couldn't, first because of the awards, and secondly, his boyfriend was nervous and that possibly couldn't help.

So when Brad heard his last words, he couldn't resist. He caught Connor's lips with him and kissed him passionately, while his hands travelled down from Con's waist directly to his back pockets, pressing his hips against him. A moan escaped from Con's mouth because of the sudden contact. Brad smiled into the kiss while Connor just blushed, tightening his grip in Brad's waist.

They broke up from the kiss, Brad whispering in Con's ear.

'And this means that trousers suits you, because they turn me on.' Connor blushed furiously, looking away from him.

The pink shade of his cheeks also suited him, but Brad didn't say anything, not wanting to make him feel insecure.

***

Joe drove to the place and they sat in a table, waiting for the moment.

Connor was terrified. He was shaking and tapping the floor with his shoes, which made everyone there feel mad except from Brad (he couldn't be mad at him for such a stupid thing).

Brad caressed softly Connor's hand, discretly so no one would notice them.

'Shhh, don't worry.' Brad whispered again into Con's ear and surrounded his shoulders with his arm, while the younger boy leaned slightly into Brad. He felt more secure into Brad's embrace.

'I-I need to-' Con's voice lowed as he watched everything surrounding him 'I think I might need a kiss.'

Brad gasped.

'We can't do that, baby... There are a lot of people.'

Connor hummed, his gaze falling to the floor. And Brad felt so bad; he wanted, he really wanted. So when no one was watching, he carefully caught his lips, kissing him softly.

Connor broke away from the kiss, smiling widely.

'What about the people?' Connor giggled, his gaze going from his eyes to his lips and vice versa.

'Fuck the people.' Brad kissed Connor's forehead, and the boy happily rested his head in his shoulder. He loved when Brad broke the rules.

***

'And the Scottish Fashion Award goes to... CONNOR BALL!'

Everyone started clapping and Brad looked at his boyfriend as Con looked at Brad, giggling confused.