I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU GUYS
Title: Touch Me
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: Arthur takes a trip to the spa and is surprised when he runs into someone from his past. (and then there's massage!sex of course and feelings that just kind of happened.)
Notes: I WROTE PORN YOU GUYS. I'm blushing all over the place. I'm going to go hide in the corner now. But, as this is my first time writing real NC-17 I would really appreciate any concrit you guys have, you can message me or just comment here! Thanks and enjoy! ♥
As Arthur was shown into his private room at the Albion Spa, he mentally cursed himself for allowing Morgana to talk him into this. As far as he was concerned, manly men did not get massages. They just didn’t. And Arthur was most definitely a manly man. But, he had been overwhelmed lately with work, and he had to admit, Morgana was right; he could use a little de-stressing. So Arthur had let Morgana call and make him this appointment, with the condition that she would tell no one. She had laughed and given him a look that made him slightly nervous before flitting away to call the spa.
Arthur glanced around the room, just your standard massage room he assumed; small, decorated with soothing colors, calming elevator music playing quietly in the background, and some delicious scent in the air that made Arthur feel unnervingly relaxed. Arthur signed as threw his jacket on a chair, undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. Once he finished removing all his clothes (after an internal debate over whether he should remove his boxer briefs as well, eventually deciding he might as well, if he was going to do this, he was going all in) and had stacked them neatly on the chair, he warily eyed the massage table, a folded sheet lay on the end of the table closest to where Arthur stood. Arthur grabbed the sheet, and unfolding it he walked over to the table and realized he had completely forgotten what the women who led him in here had told him. Which way was he supposed to lay, face up or face down? Was the sheet supposed to go over or under him? After cursing himself for his inability to pay attention to directions, he decided on facedown with the sheet laid across his back. He shimmied up and laid his face on the pillow at the far end of the table. And waited…And waited.
Arthur was just about to get up to give the women who told him his masseuse would be in in a minute a piece of his mind when the door opened and someone entered this room. Arthur flung himself back down onto the table, hastily covering himself with the sheet as best he could. He kept his head buried in the pillow hiding the blush he could feel spreading across his neck and face.
“I’m sorry I’m late, things are a bit crazy this----”
Arthur heard the person, a man by the sound of his voice (even though Arthur was sure he had specifically told Morgana he wanted a woman) give a little gasp, followed by the sound of water splashing to the floor. Arthur looked up from his pillow, a snarky remark forming on his tongue, but upon seeing the face that belonged to the voice, the words died in his throat.
“Arthur? Oh my god, Arthur? What are you doing here?”
When Arthur failed to respond, the other man continued, a little hesitantly.
“Oh, um, maybe you don’t remember me? I’m Merlin. You and I….we, uh…we knew each other in high school?”
Arthur could feel the blush creeping back up his neck and had to fight the urge to bury his face in the pillow again. Oh course he remembered Merlin. Even all these years later, how could he forget him?
“Oh right, Merlin!”, Arthur said with forced brightness, as if he didn’t still dream about the way Merlin’s hands had felt as they ran over Arthur’s body, or the way Merlin’s tongue had felt on his cock. Arthur gave a small shudder at the thought. “Of course!”
Merlin gave a small smile. “Um, so, have you been here before? I haven’t seen you since….”
Arthur cringed. Since I told you to get the fuck out of my life, he thought.
“Since graduation.” Merlin finished gracefully.
Arthur sat up awkwardly; bunching the sheet around his waist, trying to stay covered to keep this from getting even more humiliating, if that was even possible. “Yeah, no, uh, first time here. I, uh, I actually requested a female massage person though? So um…”
“Really?” Merlin said incredulously, with a bit of a laugh. But the smile disappeared off his face when he saw Arthur’s gruff expression. “Oh, ok, that’s fine, I can just, uh, I’ll go find----”
Merlin looked so flustered that Arthur sighed, cutting him off.
“No, no, its fine. You can stay.”
Merlin’s face brightened instantly. “Ok great. Just lay back down while I get a few things ready.”
Arthur turned back over and stretched out on the table, tugging at the sheet absently. He was going to kill Morgana. He was sure that she had planned this. No wonder she had insisted on a massage. And at this specific place. It’s the best, she had said. You’ll love it, she had said. She had better not be home when he got back.
While Merlin moved around next to him, wiping up the water he had spilled and setting up his various lotions and oils, Arthur concentrated on thinking of something other than Merlin’s hand wrapped around his cock, or Merlin groaning out his name as he came, or Merlin pressing trails of kisses down his chest. Something else Arthur, think about something else. Anything. But every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Merlin’s face, Merlin’s long fingers, Merlin’s perfect ass.
“Ok, ready?” Arthur jumped slightly at the sound of Merlin’s voice before recovering and nodding.
Merlin pulled the sheet back gently all the way to the small of Arthur’s back and tucked it in around Arthur’s waist. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat at the brush of Merlin’s fingertips at his hip. Then Merlin placed his hands on Arthur shoulders, first smoothing his hands over the skin there, then pressing deeper, so Arthur could feel the tension in his muscles underneath Merlin’s hands.
Merlin spoke in a gentle, soothing tone. “You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders Arthur. What is it that you do now anyway?”
Arthur sucked in a breath before answering. God, Merlin’s hands felt so damn good. “I work at my father’s law firm. But no more talking, yeah?”
“Oh, sure. Sorry,” Merlin replied, and Arthur thought he detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. But his hands kept working, pressing into the knots in Arthur’s shoulders, his long fingers kneading them until they dissolved. When his hands moved further down Arthur’s back, pressing deep into the muscles there, Arthur had to swallow down a groan. Fuck. Fuck. Arthur could feel his cock swelling between his legs. If Merlin kept this up, Arthur was going to need some time alone in the room for a wank after this was over, if he even made it that long.
Arthur let out a small gasp as Merlin worked his way even lower, warmth spreading across Arthur’s lower back as Merlin’s hands worked their magic. Every so often one of Merlin’s fingers would dip underneath the sheet still draped across Arthur’s ass, just skimming the surface of the skin there and Arthur would have to bite his lips to keep from moaning out loud.
Once he was finished with Arthur’s back, Merlin moved down the table and pulled the sheet back off his legs, so Arthur was almost entirely exposed save for the strip of sheet covering his ass. Arthur could feel his cock, completely hard now, pressing against the table beneath him. He shifted slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, and the friction of the table on his achingly hard cock made him gasp.
Merlin stopped. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern plain in his voice.
“No,” Arthur managed to choke out. “Keep going. Please.” Arthur silently cursed himself for the edge of desperation he heard in his own voice. To Merlin’s credit however, he made no comment, just continued pressing his fingers deep into the tight muscles of Arthur’s leg. He started at the ankle, slowly working his way up toward Arthur’s thigh, fingers trailing lines of heat across his skin. As the fingers reached higher and higher Arthur fought down the groans that were threatening to escape from his throat. But when Merlin, reaching one hand between Arthur’s legs to massage the top of his inner thigh, gently brushed Arthur’s balls with the tip of his pinky, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, Merlin,” he gasped, the words escaping before he could close his mouth to cut them off.
Arthur heard Merlin shifting next to him, and then Merlin cleared his throat, his hands stopping their torturously slow movement for just a second. But then he continued, moving his hands from Arthur’s thigh and shifting up to massage his arms. Arthur took deep slow breaths, trying to will his erection down. He was making an ass of himself and obviously making Merlin uncomfortable. And after the way he had left things with Merlin all those years ago, the last thing he wanted was to cause the man any more trouble.
Even so, when Merlin lifted his hands from Arthur’s body, Arthur visibly shuddered at the abrupt loss of contact, the amazing heat of Merlin’s hands suddenly gone. Merlin cleared his throat again and spoke in the same soothing voice. “Ok, it’s time to roll over now. I’ll just hold this sheet up and you can turn over underneath it.”
Arthur froze. He couldn’t roll over. As soon as he did, his arousal would be painfully obvious and Merlin would no doubt throw him out, which was exactly what he deserved. He was torn between just grabbing the sheet and bolting, and refusing to move from his stomach until Merlin got fed up and walked out. But then Merlin spoke again softly.
“Arthur. Its…its ok. I don’t care, really. It happens more often than you’d think. Just…just turn over.”
Arthur remained frozen for another minute before he gingerly rolled himself over onto his back, his cock springing up against his belly as he did so. He let out a long, slow breath as he turned over, the loss of contact with the table both welcomed and torturous. Arthur longed to reach a hand down for a few quick strokes, it wouldn’t take much at this point, Merlin’s hands were driving him absolutely mad.
Merlin laid the sheet back down, leaving Arthur’s chest and stomach bare, but his hips and legs covered. The sheet was tented ridiculously by Arthur’s obviously swollen cock, but Merlin was pointedly not looking at it and Arthur was determined to ignore it as well.
Merlin started at Arthur’s head, gently massaging his temples, then moving down to his neck and shoulders, experienced fingers brushing away the tension that had built up over years of working under Uther. Merlin ran his fingers down Arthur’s chest, sending shivers down his spine, and regrettably, straight to his cock. Merlin continued down, gently rubbing Arthur’s stomach until he reached the edge of the sheet. He paused, and an involuntary noise escaped from Arthur’s throat.
Then, hesitantly, Merlin’s fingers crept underneath the sheet, following the line of soft hair from Arthur’s belly button down, and down further still. Arthur made a few more very undignified noises, slamming his head back into the pillow.
Merlin paused again, speaking in a voice so low Arthur almost didn’t hear him.
“Arthur?” was all he said, his voice gently questioning.
“Oh god, yes. Please Merlin,” Arthur forced out.
Without another word, Merlin’s hand continued its descent, sliding first over Arthur’s inner thigh, then between Arthur’s legs, cupping his balls, and reaching a finger back to skim over his hole. Arthur gripped the edges of the table to keep himself from reaching down and touching himself. He was so painfully hard he thought he might come just from this, just from Merlin’s hands on his body.
“Merlin,” he managed in between ragged breathes as Merlin continued to touch him everywhere but where he wanted him the most. Arthur didn’t care that he was begging, pleading. He just needed Merlin’s hands on his cock right now.
“Is this what you want?” Merlin asked with that same gentle voice that he had been using the entire time; like this was something he did with all of his clients. Hell, Arthur hadn’t seen him in almost 15 years, maybe it was.
Arthur nodded furiously, knuckles turning white from their hold on the table. Merlin lifted his hand and slowly wrapped his fingers around Arthur’s cock, one by one. His hand stayed still for a moment just like that, as if he were just enjoying the feel of Arthur against his palm.
“Merlin, move, please,” Arthur panted, hips thrusting gently against Merlin’s hand, trying to get him to do something.
Merlin gave a small smile and began moving his fist up and down Arthur’s shaft, slow, long strokes at first, then gradually speeding up to a pace that made Arthur moan unabashedly. Arthur wasn’t going to last long like this, but he didn’t care. He needed this to be fast and dirty, he needed---he needed---
“Oh, oh god, yes, Merlin yes,” Arthur’s hips bucked upwards out of his control, his cock sliding through the open ring of Merlin’s impossibly long fingers. Merlin’s hand pumped harder now, faster, and Arthur could feel the trail of slick heat Merlin’s fingers left behind as he jerked him off. Arthur’s lay with his head thrown back against the pillow, eyes shut tightly. He brought his knees up and spread his legs wider, wanting, no needing, Merlin closer.
“Merlin, I’m almost---faster…please.” Merlin sped up his pace, bringing his other hand around between Arthur’s legs, fingers teasing Arthur’s hole, then slowly, he pushed one lotion-slicked finger inside. It was more than Arthur could take. He came with a moan, toes curling, hand reaching out towards Merlin. But Merlin kept his hand on Arthur’s cock, moving until the last wave of Arthur’s orgasm had passed.
Arthur sighed; bringing his hands up to rest on his forehead, legs sliding down on either side of the table. After a minute he looked up towards Merlin, who he saw was rubbing himself through his uniform, obviously uncomfortable. Arthur met Merlin’s eyes briefly and then dropped his eyes to the obvious bulge in Merlin’s pants, smiling slightly. Merlin caught his meaning and quickly unzipped his trousers, shoving them down around his knees boxers and all. Arthur felt his own cock twitch again at the sight of Merlin so obviously aroused.
Merlin crawled up onto the table, pulling himself up to lay between Arthur’s legs, arms on either side of Arthur’s chest. He began to rock himself against Arthur’s body, moaning with the friction of his cock against Arthur’s.
“Arthur, Arthur,” he panted. “I’m so close, I just need---”
Arthur lifted his knees up again, pulling Merlin’s body in close against his. Then he reached a arm down between them and took Merlin in his hand, forgoing Merlin’s slow, painful pace and instead starting off fast and rough. Merlin thrust his hips against Arthur, quickening the pace even further.
Merlin moaned, unable to form any words at all, and even though Arthur had just come, watching Merlin like this was so fucking hot Arthur could feel his cock filling again.
“I’m…I’m, oh god, Arthur I’m gonna---”
Merlin gasped out Arthur’s name, his come splattering both their bellies. Merlin collapsed, spent, against Arthur’s chest.
After they both caught their breath, Merlin spoke.
“Wow,” he said. “I haven’t had any that good since…well, since you,” he finished, lifting his head to look at Arthur tentatively.
Arthur laughed. “You mean you don’t get off with all your clients like this? I thought maybe it was included in the package.”
Merlin swatted a hand half-heartedly in Arthur’s direction. “Shut up. You are just as much of a prat as I remember you being back in high school. You haven’t changed a bit have you?”
Arthur was silent for a moment before he spoke, suddenly serious.
“I have though,” he said softly. “I’m-I’m sorry for what I said to you back then, for how I left things. I was a bastard and I’m sorry.”
Merlin pushed himself off Arthur’s chest and slid up so he was looking down into Arthur’s face. “It’s ok, really. I got it, even back then. I knew you weren’t ready to deal. I understood.”
Then Merlin leaned down and kissed Arthur, just barely brushing their lips together. Arthur let out a little surprised breath, then reached a hand up to pull Merlin in closer, deepening the kiss.
When they broke apart, Merlin smiled sheepishly. “I never thought I’d get to do that again.”
“Me neither,” admitted Arthur. “Hey, do you want to maybe…I don’t know…get drinks sometime?”
“I think I can fit that into my schedule,” said Merlin with a smile. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll meet you in the lobby, yeah?”
Merlin gave Arthur another quick kiss, then climbed up off the table, toweled himself and Arthur off a bit, and fixed his trousers before heading out the door.
Arthur closed his eyes and sighed. Did that really just happen? He’d never thought he would see Merlin again. Since high school, Merlin had been there, in the back of his mind, just a memory, a reminder of how he had fucked up, what he had lost. And now Merlin was back.
Well, Arthur thought with a smile, maybe he didn’t have to kill Morgana, maybe she had actually done something right for once.
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: Arthur takes a trip to the spa and is surprised when he runs into someone from his past. (and then there's massage!sex of course and feelings that just kind of happened.)
Notes: I WROTE PORN YOU GUYS. I'm blushing all over the place. I'm going to go hide in the corner now. But, as this is my first time writing real NC-17 I would really appreciate any concrit you guys have, you can message me or just comment here! Thanks and enjoy! ♥
As Arthur was shown into his private room at the Albion Spa, he mentally cursed himself for allowing Morgana to talk him into this. As far as he was concerned, manly men did not get massages. They just didn’t. And Arthur was most definitely a manly man. But, he had been overwhelmed lately with work, and he had to admit, Morgana was right; he could use a little de-stressing. So Arthur had let Morgana call and make him this appointment, with the condition that she would tell no one. She had laughed and given him a look that made him slightly nervous before flitting away to call the spa.
Arthur glanced around the room, just your standard massage room he assumed; small, decorated with soothing colors, calming elevator music playing quietly in the background, and some delicious scent in the air that made Arthur feel unnervingly relaxed. Arthur signed as threw his jacket on a chair, undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. Once he finished removing all his clothes (after an internal debate over whether he should remove his boxer briefs as well, eventually deciding he might as well, if he was going to do this, he was going all in) and had stacked them neatly on the chair, he warily eyed the massage table, a folded sheet lay on the end of the table closest to where Arthur stood. Arthur grabbed the sheet, and unfolding it he walked over to the table and realized he had completely forgotten what the women who led him in here had told him. Which way was he supposed to lay, face up or face down? Was the sheet supposed to go over or under him? After cursing himself for his inability to pay attention to directions, he decided on facedown with the sheet laid across his back. He shimmied up and laid his face on the pillow at the far end of the table. And waited…And waited.
Arthur was just about to get up to give the women who told him his masseuse would be in in a minute a piece of his mind when the door opened and someone entered this room. Arthur flung himself back down onto the table, hastily covering himself with the sheet as best he could. He kept his head buried in the pillow hiding the blush he could feel spreading across his neck and face.
“I’m sorry I’m late, things are a bit crazy this----”
Arthur heard the person, a man by the sound of his voice (even though Arthur was sure he had specifically told Morgana he wanted a woman) give a little gasp, followed by the sound of water splashing to the floor. Arthur looked up from his pillow, a snarky remark forming on his tongue, but upon seeing the face that belonged to the voice, the words died in his throat.
“Arthur? Oh my god, Arthur? What are you doing here?”
When Arthur failed to respond, the other man continued, a little hesitantly.
“Oh, um, maybe you don’t remember me? I’m Merlin. You and I….we, uh…we knew each other in high school?”
Arthur could feel the blush creeping back up his neck and had to fight the urge to bury his face in the pillow again. Oh course he remembered Merlin. Even all these years later, how could he forget him?
“Oh right, Merlin!”, Arthur said with forced brightness, as if he didn’t still dream about the way Merlin’s hands had felt as they ran over Arthur’s body, or the way Merlin’s tongue had felt on his cock. Arthur gave a small shudder at the thought. “Of course!”
Merlin gave a small smile. “Um, so, have you been here before? I haven’t seen you since….”
Arthur cringed. Since I told you to get the fuck out of my life, he thought.
“Since graduation.” Merlin finished gracefully.
Arthur sat up awkwardly; bunching the sheet around his waist, trying to stay covered to keep this from getting even more humiliating, if that was even possible. “Yeah, no, uh, first time here. I, uh, I actually requested a female massage person though? So um…”
“Really?” Merlin said incredulously, with a bit of a laugh. But the smile disappeared off his face when he saw Arthur’s gruff expression. “Oh, ok, that’s fine, I can just, uh, I’ll go find----”
Merlin looked so flustered that Arthur sighed, cutting him off.
“No, no, its fine. You can stay.”
Merlin’s face brightened instantly. “Ok great. Just lay back down while I get a few things ready.”
Arthur turned back over and stretched out on the table, tugging at the sheet absently. He was going to kill Morgana. He was sure that she had planned this. No wonder she had insisted on a massage. And at this specific place. It’s the best, she had said. You’ll love it, she had said. She had better not be home when he got back.
While Merlin moved around next to him, wiping up the water he had spilled and setting up his various lotions and oils, Arthur concentrated on thinking of something other than Merlin’s hand wrapped around his cock, or Merlin groaning out his name as he came, or Merlin pressing trails of kisses down his chest. Something else Arthur, think about something else. Anything. But every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was Merlin’s face, Merlin’s long fingers, Merlin’s perfect ass.
“Ok, ready?” Arthur jumped slightly at the sound of Merlin’s voice before recovering and nodding.
Merlin pulled the sheet back gently all the way to the small of Arthur’s back and tucked it in around Arthur’s waist. Arthur’s breath caught in his throat at the brush of Merlin’s fingertips at his hip. Then Merlin placed his hands on Arthur shoulders, first smoothing his hands over the skin there, then pressing deeper, so Arthur could feel the tension in his muscles underneath Merlin’s hands.
Merlin spoke in a gentle, soothing tone. “You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders Arthur. What is it that you do now anyway?”
Arthur sucked in a breath before answering. God, Merlin’s hands felt so damn good. “I work at my father’s law firm. But no more talking, yeah?”
“Oh, sure. Sorry,” Merlin replied, and Arthur thought he detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. But his hands kept working, pressing into the knots in Arthur’s shoulders, his long fingers kneading them until they dissolved. When his hands moved further down Arthur’s back, pressing deep into the muscles there, Arthur had to swallow down a groan. Fuck. Fuck. Arthur could feel his cock swelling between his legs. If Merlin kept this up, Arthur was going to need some time alone in the room for a wank after this was over, if he even made it that long.
Arthur let out a small gasp as Merlin worked his way even lower, warmth spreading across Arthur’s lower back as Merlin’s hands worked their magic. Every so often one of Merlin’s fingers would dip underneath the sheet still draped across Arthur’s ass, just skimming the surface of the skin there and Arthur would have to bite his lips to keep from moaning out loud.
Once he was finished with Arthur’s back, Merlin moved down the table and pulled the sheet back off his legs, so Arthur was almost entirely exposed save for the strip of sheet covering his ass. Arthur could feel his cock, completely hard now, pressing against the table beneath him. He shifted slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, and the friction of the table on his achingly hard cock made him gasp.
Merlin stopped. “Did I hurt you?” he asked, concern plain in his voice.
“No,” Arthur managed to choke out. “Keep going. Please.” Arthur silently cursed himself for the edge of desperation he heard in his own voice. To Merlin’s credit however, he made no comment, just continued pressing his fingers deep into the tight muscles of Arthur’s leg. He started at the ankle, slowly working his way up toward Arthur’s thigh, fingers trailing lines of heat across his skin. As the fingers reached higher and higher Arthur fought down the groans that were threatening to escape from his throat. But when Merlin, reaching one hand between Arthur’s legs to massage the top of his inner thigh, gently brushed Arthur’s balls with the tip of his pinky, Arthur couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, Merlin,” he gasped, the words escaping before he could close his mouth to cut them off.
Arthur heard Merlin shifting next to him, and then Merlin cleared his throat, his hands stopping their torturously slow movement for just a second. But then he continued, moving his hands from Arthur’s thigh and shifting up to massage his arms. Arthur took deep slow breaths, trying to will his erection down. He was making an ass of himself and obviously making Merlin uncomfortable. And after the way he had left things with Merlin all those years ago, the last thing he wanted was to cause the man any more trouble.
Even so, when Merlin lifted his hands from Arthur’s body, Arthur visibly shuddered at the abrupt loss of contact, the amazing heat of Merlin’s hands suddenly gone. Merlin cleared his throat again and spoke in the same soothing voice. “Ok, it’s time to roll over now. I’ll just hold this sheet up and you can turn over underneath it.”
Arthur froze. He couldn’t roll over. As soon as he did, his arousal would be painfully obvious and Merlin would no doubt throw him out, which was exactly what he deserved. He was torn between just grabbing the sheet and bolting, and refusing to move from his stomach until Merlin got fed up and walked out. But then Merlin spoke again softly.
“Arthur. Its…its ok. I don’t care, really. It happens more often than you’d think. Just…just turn over.”
Arthur remained frozen for another minute before he gingerly rolled himself over onto his back, his cock springing up against his belly as he did so. He let out a long, slow breath as he turned over, the loss of contact with the table both welcomed and torturous. Arthur longed to reach a hand down for a few quick strokes, it wouldn’t take much at this point, Merlin’s hands were driving him absolutely mad.
Merlin laid the sheet back down, leaving Arthur’s chest and stomach bare, but his hips and legs covered. The sheet was tented ridiculously by Arthur’s obviously swollen cock, but Merlin was pointedly not looking at it and Arthur was determined to ignore it as well.
Merlin started at Arthur’s head, gently massaging his temples, then moving down to his neck and shoulders, experienced fingers brushing away the tension that had built up over years of working under Uther. Merlin ran his fingers down Arthur’s chest, sending shivers down his spine, and regrettably, straight to his cock. Merlin continued down, gently rubbing Arthur’s stomach until he reached the edge of the sheet. He paused, and an involuntary noise escaped from Arthur’s throat.
Then, hesitantly, Merlin’s fingers crept underneath the sheet, following the line of soft hair from Arthur’s belly button down, and down further still. Arthur made a few more very undignified noises, slamming his head back into the pillow.
Merlin paused again, speaking in a voice so low Arthur almost didn’t hear him.
“Arthur?” was all he said, his voice gently questioning.
“Oh god, yes. Please Merlin,” Arthur forced out.
Without another word, Merlin’s hand continued its descent, sliding first over Arthur’s inner thigh, then between Arthur’s legs, cupping his balls, and reaching a finger back to skim over his hole. Arthur gripped the edges of the table to keep himself from reaching down and touching himself. He was so painfully hard he thought he might come just from this, just from Merlin’s hands on his body.
“Merlin,” he managed in between ragged breathes as Merlin continued to touch him everywhere but where he wanted him the most. Arthur didn’t care that he was begging, pleading. He just needed Merlin’s hands on his cock right now.
“Is this what you want?” Merlin asked with that same gentle voice that he had been using the entire time; like this was something he did with all of his clients. Hell, Arthur hadn’t seen him in almost 15 years, maybe it was.
Arthur nodded furiously, knuckles turning white from their hold on the table. Merlin lifted his hand and slowly wrapped his fingers around Arthur’s cock, one by one. His hand stayed still for a moment just like that, as if he were just enjoying the feel of Arthur against his palm.
“Merlin, move, please,” Arthur panted, hips thrusting gently against Merlin’s hand, trying to get him to do something.
Merlin gave a small smile and began moving his fist up and down Arthur’s shaft, slow, long strokes at first, then gradually speeding up to a pace that made Arthur moan unabashedly. Arthur wasn’t going to last long like this, but he didn’t care. He needed this to be fast and dirty, he needed---he needed---
“Oh, oh god, yes, Merlin yes,” Arthur’s hips bucked upwards out of his control, his cock sliding through the open ring of Merlin’s impossibly long fingers. Merlin’s hand pumped harder now, faster, and Arthur could feel the trail of slick heat Merlin’s fingers left behind as he jerked him off. Arthur’s lay with his head thrown back against the pillow, eyes shut tightly. He brought his knees up and spread his legs wider, wanting, no needing, Merlin closer.
“Merlin, I’m almost---faster…please.” Merlin sped up his pace, bringing his other hand around between Arthur’s legs, fingers teasing Arthur’s hole, then slowly, he pushed one lotion-slicked finger inside. It was more than Arthur could take. He came with a moan, toes curling, hand reaching out towards Merlin. But Merlin kept his hand on Arthur’s cock, moving until the last wave of Arthur’s orgasm had passed.
Arthur sighed; bringing his hands up to rest on his forehead, legs sliding down on either side of the table. After a minute he looked up towards Merlin, who he saw was rubbing himself through his uniform, obviously uncomfortable. Arthur met Merlin’s eyes briefly and then dropped his eyes to the obvious bulge in Merlin’s pants, smiling slightly. Merlin caught his meaning and quickly unzipped his trousers, shoving them down around his knees boxers and all. Arthur felt his own cock twitch again at the sight of Merlin so obviously aroused.
Merlin crawled up onto the table, pulling himself up to lay between Arthur’s legs, arms on either side of Arthur’s chest. He began to rock himself against Arthur’s body, moaning with the friction of his cock against Arthur’s.
“Arthur, Arthur,” he panted. “I’m so close, I just need---”
Arthur lifted his knees up again, pulling Merlin’s body in close against his. Then he reached a arm down between them and took Merlin in his hand, forgoing Merlin’s slow, painful pace and instead starting off fast and rough. Merlin thrust his hips against Arthur, quickening the pace even further.
Merlin moaned, unable to form any words at all, and even though Arthur had just come, watching Merlin like this was so fucking hot Arthur could feel his cock filling again.
“I’m…I’m, oh god, Arthur I’m gonna---”
Merlin gasped out Arthur’s name, his come splattering both their bellies. Merlin collapsed, spent, against Arthur’s chest.
After they both caught their breath, Merlin spoke.
“Wow,” he said. “I haven’t had any that good since…well, since you,” he finished, lifting his head to look at Arthur tentatively.
Arthur laughed. “You mean you don’t get off with all your clients like this? I thought maybe it was included in the package.”
Merlin swatted a hand half-heartedly in Arthur’s direction. “Shut up. You are just as much of a prat as I remember you being back in high school. You haven’t changed a bit have you?”
Arthur was silent for a moment before he spoke, suddenly serious.
“I have though,” he said softly. “I’m-I’m sorry for what I said to you back then, for how I left things. I was a bastard and I’m sorry.”
Merlin pushed himself off Arthur’s chest and slid up so he was looking down into Arthur’s face. “It’s ok, really. I got it, even back then. I knew you weren’t ready to deal. I understood.”
Then Merlin leaned down and kissed Arthur, just barely brushing their lips together. Arthur let out a little surprised breath, then reached a hand up to pull Merlin in closer, deepening the kiss.
When they broke apart, Merlin smiled sheepishly. “I never thought I’d get to do that again.”
“Me neither,” admitted Arthur. “Hey, do you want to maybe…I don’t know…get drinks sometime?”
“I think I can fit that into my schedule,” said Merlin with a smile. “Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll meet you in the lobby, yeah?”
Merlin gave Arthur another quick kiss, then climbed up off the table, toweled himself and Arthur off a bit, and fixed his trousers before heading out the door.
Arthur closed his eyes and sighed. Did that really just happen? He’d never thought he would see Merlin again. Since high school, Merlin had been there, in the back of his mind, just a memory, a reminder of how he had fucked up, what he had lost. And now Merlin was back.
Well, Arthur thought with a smile, maybe he didn’t have to kill Morgana, maybe she had actually done something right for once.