Kink Me! #35

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Kink Me! #35
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At Camlann 1/?

[anonymous]

AN: This prompt has been poking at me for a while, but I've only just found the creative juices to go for it. Can we pretend it is still summer?

~ AT CAMLANN< ~ Merlin was not a festival person, not remotely. He preferred listening to music in the privacy of his own ears, got a bit panicked in mindless crowds and - having grown up in actual working farm country - found zero "pastoral charm" in slogging through muddy fields to queue for a shower

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

Arthur's getting it from everyone, isn't he? May Merlin turn out to be his friend in need.

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[dolce_piccante]

ooh really love this! can't wait for more!!

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

Ahhhh this is so damn brilliant, anon. :D Love it so much already!!!

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[wanderlust48]

Looks great! Can't wait to see how they get on! All your little details are making me laugh- like the band names, tee-shirt, and Merlin's torturous festival experience.

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

This is wonderful author!anon. All the little details are cracking me up but Arthur's problems feel quite real.

the tattoo of a burning sword that seemed to pierce his heart

Wah! Brilliant!

Re: At Camlann 8/?

[anonymous]

Just discovered this fill and it's perfect.

*tracks like a motherfucker*

At Camlann 9/?

[anonymous]

Arthur threw himself into swimming some serious laps, every so often glancing towards the figure on the rock. He'd crossed the length of the pond five times before it dawned on him that he didn't even know the man's name. And that he was only swimming laps because the cheeky bastard had suggested it, which meant…

For some unfathomable reason, Arthur was trying to impress him. Goddammit.

It was clearly a wasted effort though. Whenever Arthur looked the man was still lying face down, head pillowed on his arms. Asleep, by all appearances, or at the very least determined to ignore him.

Arthur told himself that this was just fine - ideal, really - because hadn't he wanted to get away from everyone? To relax?

He slowed his pace. He lingered in the warmer shallows at one end of the pond, digging his toes into the silky mud, rummaging for small stones to toss high in the air. He watched them arc up over the water before the inevitable drop and splash.When his belly reminded him that he had yet to eat breakfast, he started back towards

At Camlann 10/?

[anonymous]

Arthur forgot to tread for a moment, earning himself a faceful of pond water. He spluttered through it, doing a bit of quick thinking. He had no idea why the man had come to Camlann - had been dragged along unwillingly by the sound of it - and yet he'd brought up All Red for Blue… That album was over a decade old, released in the Stone Age as far as most of the Once and Future Knights' current fans were concerned. It was also Arthur's favourite, the one of which he was the most proud.

"Did you really mean it, what you said about All RedThe man blinked again, his lips quirking at the corners. "Sure, I - look, I was rude before

Re: At Camlann 10/?

[alby_mangroves]

AAAH! A proper face-to-face encounter.

Fucking hell, I love Arthur as a rockstar with the tatts, the hot body, I just want to lick my screen, seriously. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place in his life, and I desperately want him to catch a break. At the same time, he's competent young and hot and talented a fuck and I have no doubt that he's on the way to changing things up rather than waiting for someone to help him out of the place he's found himself. LOVE HIM.

I rather like that Merlin's giving Arthur no quarter for being a celebrity, but he's into them sharing food- I find that very pleasing. I think Arthur would be so sick of cronies and yes-people and tits being shoved in his face, and having to stick to the script that tells him when and where and how. I think Merlin's refreshing in that he obviously doesn't give a shit about his celebrity status and is prepared to take him at face value as a man instead. Fantastic.

Bring it. Loving this.

Re: At Camlann 10/?

[anonymous]

And now is when they both realize that Arthur has a Merlin tattooed on his back, right? Destiny.

Re: At Camlann 10/?

[anonymous]

This is such a great fill for the prompt...it definitely has that perfect summer feel the OP wanted! BTW loved the callback to 101 with 'don't run away!'

Re: At Camlann 10/?

[anonymous]

This is just brilliant. Exactly what I need at the moment. I almost feel as if I'm there with them :)

Re: At Camlann 10/?

[brunettepet]

This is delightful. I love that Arthur was doing laps to impress his pond mate and then got caught mid ogle. I'm looking forward to these men trying to have a conversation without poking at one another. Naked breakfast sharing sounds lovely. Well, Merlin will be wearing shower slides.

At Camlann 11/?

[anonymous]

AN: Thank you for the comments. I'm glad to know people are enjoying. * hands round summery beverage of choice * And thanks again to the OP, if you're out there; this prompt is fantastic and so much fun to write!

The water felt even icier after Merlin's stint in the sun, but it did the job of shrinking any arousal he'd felt watching the powerful muscles of Arthur's back as he carved his way through the water, making the bird on his back come alive.

Plus, he'd got so flustered when Merlin had caught him staring. There was something kind of endearing about fit blokes getting flustered - something kind of hot, too - and for some unfathomable reason he really seemed to care what Merlin thought of his music.

Merlin wondered what Arthur would say if he knew that he'd had most of his firsts to All Red for Blue, sucked his first cock, shared his first filthy kiss, touched his first arsehole (apart from his own). That relationship had lasted three sweaty, stolen weekends before Old Man Simmons caught them at it and Griff was shipped off

At Camlann 12/?

[anonymous]

By the time Merlin sorted himself, Arthur had gained the shore and was shaking himself like a dog. Water flew everywhere, sparkling in the sun. Then, back to Merlin, he bent over to catch his breath, hands on knees.

Any further protests died on Merlin's lips. He waded to shore in silence, eyes averted. Once or twice he had to remind himself to breathe.

"I win," Arthur said, glancing up once Merlin had joined him.

"Well, that depends."

Arthur chuckled. "Oh yeah? On what?"

"You said 'race,' but you never said what to, and I call - " Merlin took off running. " - that shrub there!"

"What?" Arthur shouted. "Who's the cheat now, Merlin?"

Merlin reached the shrub first. He dropped his slides and had a hand on Freya's shirt when it was snatched from his grasp.

"Thanks, much," Arthur panted, and wiped his face with it.

Merlin watched, gobsmacked, as he went on to dry his pits, rub it all down his arms and chest.

"Excuse you," Merlin stammered once he'd reached his belly. "You can't just… that's not yours