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It had been an awesome game to cap off an awesome week. Arthur stood under the shower, face lifted and eyes closed as the hot water pummelled his scalp and flowed down his well-used body. He thought about the two goals he’d kicked, and the cheeky one Gwaine had snapped into the back of the net just on fulltime; he thought about Leon’s steady presence, and Perce’s imposing defence, and Lance’s quiet yet stirring words when Arthur had asked him to speak to the team at halftime. He thought about Elyan’s joy as at last he debuted for the Albion Knights…
What Arthur most definitely did not think about was the young man he’d met while jogging along the tracks of Wyndham Woods. He did not think about the fact that within an hour of their meeting Merlin had kissed him; within a day, as they watched some old movie on Arthur’s sofa, Merlin had slipped one of those beautiful long- ( ... )
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‘It looks more like paint,’ Elyan commented into the silence. He was shifting around, as if trying to catch the light against the marks.
‘It can’t be paint,’ Leon observed. ‘It’s too finely done.’
‘Yeah, look at it,’ Gwaine insisted, crouching close so that his nose was hovering right at Arthur’s hipbone. ‘All those fine lines… and whirls…’
‘Whorls,’ Lance corrected. He’d crept closer, but couldn’t quite let Arthur even glimpse his face. ‘They’re whorls.’
‘They’re handprints!’ Perce announced. And the endearingly clueless guy actually echoed with his own hands - from ten feet away, thank heavens - just how the prints might have been shaped.
Which made it perfectly obvious to them all that someone had been behind Arthur at the time, and hanging onto his hips. It was also a fair assumption that Arthur had been naked. Even if the rest of it remained inexplicable, some things were oh so very clear.
‘Arthur…?’
Merlin deep inside him, thrust in up to the hilt, his balls jostling and pressing against Arthur’s ( ... )
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But then Merlin answered any lingering concerns: he dropped to his knees before Arthur with surprising grace, and reached for his hand, pressed a kiss to the back of it. ‘Good,’ he said huskily. ‘Because the belonging goes both ways as well.’
Arthur didn’t say anything, but he knew his acceptance and his answering offer were plain in his gaze. He reached to lift Merlin to his feet, and returned the kiss to Merlin’s mouth. For a moment there were echoes; centuries of echoes of this their shared pledge.
But then they were just Arthur and Merlin again, and the Albion Knights were tactfully drifting away back to the changing room, Elyan and Gwaine bantering and mucking about, and Perce silent but sure, while Leon said over his shoulder to Arthur, ‘Are you still coming down the pub? Bring Merlin with you.’ And Lance was last to leave, lingering to cast a longing glance over Arthur or maybe Merlin or maybe just their obvious understanding.
Merlin and Arthur were finally left there alone, grinning at each other, ( ... )
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Such a great fill!
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