Fic: Merlin; NC-17; AU; The Pendragon Guide to How Not to Date - Part 4

Dec 10, 2008 17:55



Link to Parts 1&2 and Fic information
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Link to Part 3
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Part the Fourth: in which Arthur is oblivious, Merlin has legs and Morgana has to find somewhere else to sleep

Arthur mused to himself, when he walked through the door to see Morgana looking at him with her usual ‘I want something that you’re going to hate’ expression, that living with her at least kept him on his toes. He never knew what she was going to come out with next, whether it was trying to get him to aid her in some drive for charity, or to suffer through an hour’s walk because there was a place just down the road (read three miles away) that she had heard sold the best chocolate brownies in the entire county and Owain was busy.

“What is it?” he asked, before she could even get a word out.

“Look, you know I wouldn’t ask,” she began and he sighed, immediately filing it under ‘humiliating and possibly degrading’ in his mind. “But, Julie dropped out and we really need to find someone else, because Owain’s mother decided that he had to go back home for his father’s birthday and, if I’m left alone with Nimueh and Luke again, then I think I’m going to scream.” She took a breath and waited expectantly. It took Arthur a long moment to realise that he was supposed to be answering a question that she had not asked.

“Morgana, you’re going to have to tell me what you want me to do before I refuse.”

“Arthur! You can’t refuse! Please, for me?” she begged him, resorting to the puppy dog eyes that had always got her her own way when they were younger). “Nimueh and Luke are insufferable and she’s a vicious little bitch when she wants to be, and she has this way of talking to me like I’m somehow pathetic, or three years old. You’ve got to come.”

“I thought Nimueh was your friend,” he said.

“No, Luke’s my friend, I only put up with Nimueh because he refuses to see how horrible she is,” Morgana promptly replied. “We’ve been telling him since he met her that he should just walk away, but the sex must be really good because he’s such a doormat when it comes to her.” Arthur racked his brains in a valiant attempt to remember the couple. Nimueh he recalled was chillingly beautiful in a similar way to Morgana. Both had the strange ethereal perfection of a portrait, untouchable and cold, but where Morgana often seemed to be laughing at the world, Nimueh only ever seemed to regard it as something to be controlled.

“Right…” he said, wondering why on earth he would want to spend an evening with her and her trophy boyfriend. As far as he was aware Luke was nice, but exasperatingly dumb when it came to anything that did not involve quantum mechanics. “So, where are you going?”

“The pub quiz, up the road at The Dragon,” she said. “They always have one on Wednesdays and Owain and Julie thought it would be fun to go.” She paused. “Of course, now neither of them is here and I’m stuck playing third wheel to the bitch queen of the west and her little dog too.” Arthur smirked at the image. “Please Arthur.”

He considered it for a moment. He had no work due in for another two weeks, Morgana had not yet brought up the idea of another blind date; he thought she might still be convinced he was getting over the last one, but knew better than to say anything. The Dragon was a decent pub, he liked the beer and it was a reasonable price. Admittedly, he was terrible at pub quizzes, but it beat having to cook on his own and eat by himself at the small table.

“Fine.”

“It would just be for…” Morgana blinked as her brain caught up with her ears. “Fine?”

“Yes,” he said with a shrug, “I’ll come.”

“Just like that?” she asked again, leaning towards him and looking him up and down carefully. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, I just don’t feel like sticking around here all by myself and you’ll owe me a favour anyway.” He told her, a little unnerved by how she was staring at him. It was not the first time he had agreed to one of her plans. The first time in a while, perhaps, but it certainly did not deserve quite that level of scrutiny.

“I’ll owe you more than one,” his sister said, still looking a little confused. “It starts at seven thirty; they’re meeting us there at quarter past.” He nodded. That gave him enough time to check that he had done all the work for tomorrow’s tutorial and grab something to eat. “I’ve made some food,” she volunteered, and he smiled at her, pushing through into the kitchen.

“Thanks,” he said, looking at the curry on the table, but his gratitude only served to make her look more suspicious.

“Thank you,” she said, finally, before sitting opposite him and beginning to eat, still looking bemused.

***

Quiz night at The Dragon was apparently quite popular if the throngs of people were anything to go by. Morgana gave a strained smile as she spotted Nimueh and Luke in the corner, waving to them and Arthur breathed a sigh of resignation.

“You chose to come,” Morgana reminded him under her breath, and he could not really respond to that. He had condemned himself, but that did not make the evening any more palatable. “We’ll sit down and say hello, then I’ll go and get some drinks.”

“I can get them,” Arthur said but Morgana stared at him like that was a stupid idea.

“What if it’s the barmaid from last time?” she asked, and Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but they were already at the table.

“Morgana,” Nimueh said, giving an arch smile. Beside her Luke smiled like a good natured puppy. “I’m so glad you could make it. How’s Owain?”

“He’s fine,” Morgana assured her, “you remember my brother Arthur?” Arthur offered his hand which Nimueh took with the same expression of someone cleaning a drain. Of course she remembered him, as far as Arthur knew he was the only man who had ever turned her down. They had first met at his and Morgana’s flat warming party. Luke had been away somewhere and Nimueh had practically thrown herself at him. Not only that, she had treated it like some sort of privilege. He had disabused her of the notion quickly and he knew Morgana had informed her that he was gay no short time after that.

He smiled politely still, trying to ignore the memory. Some things he tried to erase from his mind as best as he could, but somehow they stuck with him.

“Morgana what would you like to drink?” he said as Morgana sat down. She looked up at him with a glare, a combination of irritation at his inability to do as she said, and a desire not to be left alone with the other two.

“I’ll go,” she said, making to stand up again, but Nimueh grasped her elbow in sharp thin fingers.

“Don’t be silly, Morgana,” she said. “We should talk. Let him get them.” Arthur smiled.

“A glass of white wine, please,” Morgana said grudgingly. He nodded and headed off to the crowded bar, wondering if Merlin would be on tonight.

He was not disappointed. As the crowd in front of him parted for a moment he saw a familiar mop of dark hair and a flash of a huge grin before it disappeared between people’s shoulders again.

It took a good two minutes to get within serving distance and he waited, feeling slightly uncomfortable for some reason. He did not know whether Merlin had got the note he had scribbled down last Friday, but he had no reason to worry either way, it had just been an answer to a stupid question.

It might have been his imagination, but when he caught Merlin’s eye he could have sworn the man’s grin grew infinitesimally larger.

“Arthur,” he said amicably. “Here for the quiz?” he said, his hands grabbing a pint glass and going to the tap before Arthur had even asked.

“I suppose so,” he said, watching as his pint was placed in front of him. “Can I have a glass of white wine as well, please?” Merlin blinked but nodded.

“Any preference?” Merlin asked and Arthur shrugged.

“Just the house white?” he said and Merlin nodded again.

“Your sister organised a blind date to a quiz?” the bartender asked as he found a wine bottle and poured out a glass.

“No,” Arthur replied with a laugh, “I’m just here to make up numbers.”

“Then I take it the wine is for Morgana,” Merlin said, offering it to him before asking for the money. Arthur nodded and handed over cash. “Good luck, the questions tend to be difficult.”

“We won’t need luck,” Arthur told him jokingly.

“And you say you’re not arrogant,” Merlin retorted, handing over his change. “See you later,” he added before running off to serve the next punter.

Arthur sighed before turning to walk back to his table.

Morgana’s face was strained when he returned and he dropped into the chair next to her as noisily as he could to draw Nimueh’s attention. He handed her wine to her and received a grateful smile in return. He pasted on a polite smile and proceeded to begin two of the longest hours of his life.

***

Merlin had not been lying, the quiz was difficult. Half the questions were impossible if you had not studied the exact subject that they were on for most of your life, or possibly memorised an encyclopaedia. Of course, the fact that no one knew the answers led to more arguments about what to put down between Nimueh and Morgana than he had been expecting. His suggestion of just putting down Sir Gawain or Mary Poppins for all the answers they did not know was met with disdain from both sides.

There were a few answers he knew though, and every time he got an answer right Nimueh regarded him with a look of complete astonishment.

She had just begun to slide from snide to downright bitchy when a familiar voice greeted him and he looked up with relief to see Merlin reaching for his empty glass.

“Hey,” he said, taking a deep breath, noticing Morgana looking between the pair of them with interest. “So you do come out from behind the bar,” Merlin gave a laughing affirmative.

“Only when I’ve been on my best behaviour,” he replied.

“Then I feel honoured to have witnessed this rare occasion,” Arthur responded and was rewarded with another chuckle.

“Arthur?” Morgana said, clearly hinting that she wanted to know what was going on - now. But before he could introduce the pair of them, he was beaten to it.

“You must be Morgana,” Merlin said, resting his tray against the table and holding out a hand, which she took, shock etched into her features. Arthur could barely suppress his amusement merely at the expression of her face. It took a lot to shock Morgana. “I’m Merlin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Merlin,” Morgana said, shooting another vicious glance in Arthur’s direction and he knew that he was going to pay for this later. Morgana seemed to believe that he should have told her about Merlin, not that there was anything to tell. “You work here?”

“Yeah,” Merlin told her, “for my sins… and my bank balance, which might as well be the same thing.” He turned to lift up the tray again and dropped a small stack of beer mats on the table. “I’d stay and chat, but it’s really busy,” he smiled at Nimueh’s ice cold glare which suggested that he really should be leaving, right now. “See you later, Arthur, Morgana.” Arthur nodded a goodbye and watched him walk away.

“Now I understand,” Morgana said as soon as he turned back to her.

“Understand what?” Arthur asked in confusion.

“Why you were so eager to come tonight,” she replied with a smile. Across the table Nimueh had a face that would probably haunt Arthur’s nightmares for weeks. “And why you came back from getting our drinks with a huge grin on your face. And why you weren’t bothered by what happened on those dates.”

“I wasn’t eager to come tonight,” he protested.

“You didn’t argue - for you, that’s eager.” She said, smiling smugly like she had learnt the answer to life, the universe and everything and it wasn’t forty-two, but something to do with Merlin.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said honestly, but he had a sneaking suspicion that she was right.

“Of course you don’t,” she said raising her hands in exasperation, “you’re male, and oblivious.”

“Morgana,” he said, his voice low. He knew when she was going to be impossible about something.

“You are such an idiot.” She reached out for one of the beer mats for her glass of wine and looked down at it curiously.

“Red?” she said to no one in particular. Arthur followed her line of sight down to the word scrawled on the beer mat. He blinked and laughed abruptly. She stared at him.

“What?” she asked. Opposite them Nimueh was glaring still, unimpressed by their antics and the fact that he knew one of the serving staff. She did not approve of homosexuality, Morgana had told him in an icy voice before the had set off, and given that her expression could be used to strip paint, she probably thought they were rubbing her nose in it.

“He got it,” Arthur said, more to himself than to her, he pulled the mat out from under her glass, much to her puzzlement.

“Who got what?” she asked. “Merlin?” But Arthur did not answer, just turned the beer mat over. There was nothing on the other side and his shoulders sagged. “Arthur, what is it?”

“Something we were doing on Friday,” he said.

“You and Merlin?” Morgana asked, and there was an undercurrent to her voice that Arthur did not recognise.

“Yes, one of us asked a question, then the other one. After you phoned I left him a question on a beer mat.”

“And this is his answer?” she asked, looking down at the reply with dawning comprehension. “Did you ask him what his favourite colour was?” Arthur nodded, feeling more than a little embarrassed.

“I couldn’t think of anything else…” he said defensively, feeling less and less comfortable as her lips curved into an amused smile.

“What’s his question?” she asked, pulling the mat over to her and flipping it over once more. “There’s nothing here.” Arthur shrugged.

“Well, it’s not like we can continue, is it? He’s just finishing it up,” she stared at him for a moment.

“By delivering his answer to you in the same way you left it for him?” she asked. “You know, if you’d told me you had met someone else, I would have understood.” Arthur stared at her without understanding.

“What… I didn’t meet anyone,” he said.

“Merlin?” she replied.

“I met him the week before. It’s just a game, Morgana.” She did not look convinced.

“You met him two weeks ago?” she asked, “and you didn’t tell me?”

“One and a half weeks ago, and what’s the big deal?” Morgana gaped at him, her usual composure completely gone before her expression changed to one of enraged incredulity.

“I can’t believe you are that much of an idiot!” she said.

“Shh!” Nimueh hissed. “The next round’s starting.” And that put an end to that. Morgana maintained stony silence towards him for the next half hour until she got so exasperated that she went to get another drink and left him alone with the other two. Luke gave him a tired smile, but Nimueh was never going to soften.

The strained silence reigned for a good few minutes before Morgana returned, looking a lot less unhappy. She sat down quietly and slid a new drink over to Arthur as well. He offered her a smile, which she returned, and the tension was clear, well, the tension between them at least. Nimueh was still glaring at them and no sooner had Morgana sat down than she began to worry about her health because of how ill she looked.

Morgana replied acidly, turning every insult on its head in a way that Arthur found quite enjoyable to watch. By the end of the conversation, it was not Morgana who was not looking after herself, but Nimueh who was not putting enough effort into her work and who was insecure in her own relationship. His sister took a tiny sip of her wine and slid it back onto the table, nudging the pile of beer mats so that they spilled towards him.

With a lack of anything better to do - the answers about to be read out - he began to fiddle with them, stacking them up and making beer mat houses out of them, which inevitably crashed down around his fingers. Morgana was watching him with eagle-eyed curiosity as he began to stack them up again and it was then that it caught his eye. Sticking out, the next to bottom mat had the curl of a biro line just about visible.

Slowly he pulled it out.

What’s your phone number? was scrawled across it in untidy handwriting. He stared at the question in complete incomprehension for a moment, before looking up at Morgana who was smiling slightly, but not looking at him. He could hear the answers being called out and he knew that they had done miserably. Thought that did not really seem the point right now, even if Nimueh was grumbling about it.

He looked around and saw Merlin at the bar, leaning on the counter and talking to Gwen. As he looked across, Merlin turned back to him and started slightly as their gazes met, before giving a lopsided smile that looked a little scared. Arthur smiled back, still a little shell-shocked by the whole thing, before turning away and looking down at the mat again.

“Told you that you were an idiot,” Morgana whispered, bringing her mouth close to his ear.

“I didn’t think…” he said, and she rolled her eyes.

“You never do. Now go over there and give the poor boy your number,” she insisted. He just sat there stupidly staring at the beer mat. “He’s been waiting for you to find it for about an hour now. He probably thinks you don’t want to.”

“But…” Arthur began and she glared at him.

“Arthur,” she said firmly, and he knew that he was not getting out of this, and to be honest with himself he did not really want to. He stood up and grabbed the empty glasses just as Nimueh decided that it was all Morgana’s fault that they had lost. He left their arguments behind him and headed for the bar again, a little nervously, he admitted to himself.

“Hi,” he said as he put the glasses down on the counter with a series of clinks and Merlin walked over to him. Everyone else was sitting at their tables commiserating over their losses or celebrating their success, so they were pretty much alone at the bar, apart from Gwen who was pretending not to be paying attention to them. Arthur gave her a small smile, and wondered how she and Lancelot were getting on, but his thoughts were cut off when Merlin started speaking.

“Did you… I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to,” Merlin said, wining the prize for the vaguest sentence of the night. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to give my number out to a complete stranger.”

“You’re not a complete stranger,” Arthur said with a smirk and Merlin seemed to breathe for the first time since Arthur had come up to the bar.

“No one could be stranger than you,” the dark hair bartender said with a sudden smile that made Arthur’s smirk grow. “So… What do you think?”

“It’s not your turn,” he said, “give me your phone.” Merlin blinked and then handed it over, watching as Arthur punched in his number, his mouth open in vague confusion.

“Are you putting your real number in?” he asked.

“It’s still not your turn,” was all Arthur said as he handed the mobile back, grinning wickedly.

“So what’s your question?” Merlin asked.

“Men or women?” Arthur said and Merlin laughed, his grin returning full force as he looked at his phone screen.

“I would have thought that was obvious,” he replied.

“Morgana says I’m an idiot,” Arthur told him, jerking his thumb back over his shoulder to where his sister was no doubt watching them intently.

“She’s a smart woman,” Merlin replied. “My turn.”

“But you didn’t answer my question,” Arthur protested. Merlin ignored him.

“As we discussed on Friday, I haven’t had enough of a chance to judge whether you really are terribly at dates, or whether it was just coincidence,” he began, leaning across the bar, crossing his arms over the wooden surface. “Clearly this means I need to do more research.”

“Clearly,” Arthur agreed.

“So, in the interests of science,” Merlin continued. Arthur watched him carefully, feeling his face crease into that stupid smile again, Merlin’s eyes were brilliant blue as they stared at each other intensely and his smirk was firmly in place. “I feel that I have to ask you, Arthur Pendragon, whether you would like to go for a drink with me some time.” Arthur laughed and leant forward himself so that their faces were inches apart.

“In the interests of science,” he said slowly, “I think that would have to be a yes.”

“Your turn,” Merlin said, his voice low and his eyes flickering down to Arthur’s lips.

“What time do you get off work?” Arthur asked.

“Give me half an hour,” Merlin replied, and Arthur could have sworn that their faces were getting closer together. “My turn…” Arthur nodded. “Where do you want to go?”

“My place?” he suggested, “I can probably kick Morgana out for a while. She owes me one for coming tonight.”

“So,” Merlin pulled back across the bar, his eyes sparkling with amusement as Arthur blinked in disorientation at the sudden change of perspective. “Half an hour?”

“See you then,” Arthur said, turning to walk away.

***

It had been easy to convince Morgana that she should find a friend to stay the night with. She slipped home to grab some stuff while Arthur was waiting, impatiently and a little nervously, not that he would admit that, for Merlin to finish up his shift. She gave him a wicked smile and told him to be safe before winking at Merlin and walking out of the Dragon. Nimueh and Luke had already rushed off somewhere, not that Arthur really gave a damn about them.

At least it was not raining, he thought to himself as he leant against the wall next to the staff entrance, where Merlin had directed him.

“Hi,” he jumped as Merlin materialised beside him. He had not even noticed him opening the door. “You alright?”

“You mean since the last time you saw me two minutes ago?” Arthur asked, raising an eyebrow.

“A lot can happen in two minutes,” Merlin said, looking at his face carefully, before smiling. He walked in front of Arthur and stared at him for a moment before leaning forward suddenly to push their lips together. It was sudden, but Arthur had almost been expecting it, and his hand came up of their own volition to pull Merlin closer to him, their lips being crushed between two sets of teeth.

He opened his mouth almost experimentally, and Merlin wasted no time in mimicking the movement, their tongues sliding past each other, running against lips and teeth and the bridge of the other’s mouth. Arthur turned them round abruptly so that Merlin was the one with his back against the wall and Arthur was pressing him into the brickwork, one hand braced against the wall as the other ran down Merlin’s chest.

They pulled away reluctantly a few seconds later, both of them out of breath.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been longing to do that,” Merlin whispered, reaching up one hand to brush his fingers against Arthur’s lips, and he shivered a little at the touch.

“You live nearby?” Merlin asked him, breathlessly. His eyes were dazed, his pale cheeks were flushed and swollen red lips stood out against the whiteness of his skin.

“Just up the road…” Arthur said, not drawing back too far. He was reluctant to pull away entirely, as though the heat between them would be lost forever.

They managed to get to Arthur’s flat, though he was not entirely sure how. He couldn’t seem to take his hands off Merlin and they were laughing and insulting each other the whole way. Merlin apparently agreed with Morgana that Arthur was completely oblivious.

“I was considering whacking you over your over-sized head with your stupid pint glass, you oaf,” he said between snogging sessions as they were coming to the door. His hands were trailing down Arthur’s back, and distracting him from the very important task of finding his keys, which he told Merlin in a firm tone. His only response was a laugh and Merlin pulling his body closer so that his back was pressed against Merlin’s front so he could feel the vibration of Merlin’s ribcage with laughter, and the heat of his arousal further down. He gasped and dropped the keys just as he had managed to fish them out of his pocket. He bent over to get them and Merlin whistled at the view with another bout of laughter.

“That arse is wasted on an arse like you,” he commented.

“And those hands are wasted on a bumbling idiot like you,” he retorted managing to get the key into the lock somehow and turning it. The door swung open and Merlin was pushing him inside, his hands seemingly everywhere. One of them managed to kick the door closed again but Arthur would never know which one because he was pushing Merlin back against the wall again, and the only sign he had of its closing was the thud-click of the lock slipping into place.

“Too quick?” Merlin panted against his neck before he sucked a line down to Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur laughed and began to fumble with the hem of Merlin’s t-shirt, pulling it upwards. He could feel Merlin’s grin against the crook of his neck.

“Well,” Arthur said, pushing his fingers up under Merlin’s t-shirt and running them over his bare skin. “The way I see it, this is our third date already.”

“I think they only count as dates if both parties know that they’re dates,” Merlin told him, grabbing Arthur’s jacket and tugging it off his shoulders. “And you weren’t exactly paying attention were you?” Arthur paused, and drew back to look at him, pulling against Merlin’s grip.

“You mean you knew they were dates?” he asked. Merlin just shrugged.

“There was alcohol; we got to know each other…” he pointed out. “But you didn’t really catch on.”

“I thought we already established that I was crap at dates,” Arthur asked, and, seeing Merlin leaning heavily against the wall, his hair messier than ever, his smug grin teasing him, he couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss him again. And the moment their lips met it was different from the frenzy and frantic nature of what had come before. It made his entire body heat up to a temperature where he wasn’t sure why he had not spontaneously combusted. He knew that Merlin could taste the beer on his tongue and he could taste a faint hint of mint on Merlin’s and everything was suddenly, and blindingly clear.

“You’re quite good at this one,” Merlin told him as they stopped to stare at each other for another long moment, hands finding their ways back to hems and buttons. “Although it has only just begun.”

“Then it can only get better,” Arthur said, backing up and pulling Merlin, by the hem of his t-shirt towards his room.

“Very sure of yourself, aren’t you Mr I’m-so-perfect,” Merlin said, smiling slyly while he followed willingly.

“All those insults were come ons?” Arthur asked in amazement, pausing. Merlin laughed, his voice lower than usual.

“It’s okay,” he said reaching out to ruffle Arthur’s hair, already mussed by their earlier activities. “You caught on in the end, even if you are a bit slow.” The dark haired man walked past him into Arthur’s room and then stood in the doorway, looking back at him. “So, Mr Slow-coach, are you coming or not?”

Arthur shook his head and strode towards him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing Merlin back into the room until his legs hit the bed and they both fell in a tumble of limbs. The door swung shut behind them as Arthur dragged Merlin’s t-shirt over his head and then traced his hands along the bartender’s torso, watching the expressions on Merlin’s face as he did so.

He brought his mouth down experimentally onto one nipple and was rewarded with a shuddering groan of pleasure from the man beneath him. Nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and soon that too was sliding off his arms, and he tossed it onto the floor without taking his eyes away from Merlin’s.

“So, you think you’re good at this then?” Merlin asked him.

“I don’t think, I know,” Arthur replied tartly, slipping one hand down between them to glide over the front of Merlin’s trousers. “But if you want to stop…” he pulled the hand away and laughed as Merlin reached out for him and thrust his hips up. “I didn’t think so…”

“At least you catch on to some things quick,” Merlin breathed as he tugged Arthur back to him and watched the blond head work its way down his chest, biting and licking from his throat to his navel. “I did worry that your brain had been replaced by solid bone.” He yelped as Arthur bit down a little harder than before before gently sucking at him.

“You know, you could have made it more obvious,” Arthur murmured into Merlin’s stomach, making his entire abdomen vibrate with his voice. He could feel Merlin’s cock at his chest, straining against the material of Merlin’s trousers and he laughed a little, enjoying how the vibration of his rib cage made Merlin moan. “If you’d just said something instead of trying to be mysterious and interesting… which really doesn’t suit you.”

“You would have fobbed me off and run for the hills,” Merlin pointed out. Arthur crawled back up his body with a predatory gleam in his eye and he could feel Merlin shiver beneath him, though the room seemed to be baking hot. Merlin’s hands hooked into the waistband of his jeans, finding the button and working down the zip. “Off,” he breathed into Arthur’s hair and the young man pulled away stripping his trousers and underwear off until he was completely naked. “Can follow simple instructions,” Merlin said with a chuckle after a small pause, “one day you might even be able to work in the real world.” His hands tumbled down his body to begin undoing his own trousers when Arthur batted them away, impatiently. “Even… shows… initiative,” Merlin let out between gasps for breath as Arthur’s fingers and his hot breath reached his cock. Then he lost the ability to speak for a moment as Arthur’s mouth descended on him.

All Arthur could hear, other than the pounding of his blood, was Merlin’s nonverbal moaning as he traced his tongue up and down. It was more than enough to put a smirk on his face, though it was a little difficult to smirk when his mouth was otherwise occupied.

“God… Arthur,” Merlin said, clutching at his hair and thrusting further into his mouth. Arthur grabbed his hips firmly, almost tight enough to leave bruises, to stop the bucking that was threatening to choke him. He wanted to smile as Merlin descended into incoherency again and he withdrew for a minute to watch him. Merlin’s head was thrown back, his eyes tightly shut and his muscles seemed to undulate under his skin.

He laughed as Merlin pulled his head up to look at him and glared as hard as he could.

“Arthur,” he said, but the warning tone of his voice was overlaid with lust and Arthur just smiled. “Don’t you have better things to be doing?” He thrust his hips up deliberately and Arthur lowered his mouth once again flicking his tongue over the tip of Merlin’s dick and struggling not to laugh as Merlin’s next sentence of disapproval disintegrated into a long drawn out groan.

Arthur sped up then, bringing one hand down to help, and increasing his rhythm. The bucking of Merlin’s hips became jerkier. Arthur pulled his mouth away and moved back up Merlin’s body to smash their lips together messily, his hand still pumping up and down as Merlin’s entire body tensed and he came between their bodies, Arthur swallowing his cries.

After Merlin’s body sagged, Arthur pulled back, bracing himself over the other man and surveying his handiwork.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Merlin murmured when he opened his eyes. Arthur just smiled at him, imagining that his grin must be as big as Merlin’s.

“You look… good,” Arthur managed and Merlin reached a languorous arm up and round his shoulders to pull him in for another slow kiss, a lot more gentle than before, and his other hand slipped down between them and wrapped around Arthur’s own cock. He gasped at the first touch and Merlin smiled into his mouth, biting down gently on his lower lip and then massaging it with his tongue.

Arthur did not take long, he had already been hard for a while and the feeling of Merlin’s hand on him was making it difficult to think straight or maintain any measure of control. He dug his fingers into Merlin’s shoulders and moved his mouth to his shoulder, biting down harder than he intended to as he felt his release coming closer until he was teetering on the edge. He felt Merlin roll them over until he was on the bottom, his shoulders pressing into the mattress, and he was grateful for the leverage, because his hips seemed to have taken on a life of their own and he was not sure whether he could stop them if he wanted to, not that he wanted to because the added friction as he pushed into Merlin’s hand and Merlin pushed down felt better than he remembered it having done before.

Then he was falling over the edge and it all became a moot point really, because all he could feel was pleasure, and fireworks behind his eyes, and all he could hear was his own voice hoarsely calling Merlin’s name over and over again as though it was the only thing he knew.

“Okay,” Merlin muttered into his ear as he flopped down next to him, one arm still draped over Arthur’s chest, the fingers tracing patterns Arthur couldn’t identify over the hair there. “Maybe you’re not terrible at dates. It could just be blind dates you have a problem with.”

“Then the only solution I can see is never to go on another one,” Arthur said, enjoying the feeling of relaxation that had spread all over his body.

“I think you might be right,” Merlin told him with a satisfied smile.

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