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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Reincarnation
  Collections:
      High_School_Merlin_2012
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-22 Words: 9849
****** Flow of Age ******
by hs_merlin_fest
Summary
     Arthur meets a magical sort of boy, that he falls in love with and
     remembers loving him in another life. The only problem is, Merlin is
     seventeen. Written by drarryxlover!
Notes
     Thanks so much to W for the wonderful beta.
     As I mentioned in the warnings there are homophobic slurs and I used
     these simply to bring the fic along and are not in any way
     representative of my views.
     Title is from a Stevie Nicks song, Edge of Seventeen (which almost
     was the title).
     Dear, Prompter, I really enjoyed writing this and I stayed away from
     teacher/student as you asked, even though it’s a huge kink of mine! I
     hope you enjoy this half as much as I enjoyed writing it.
“Faggot! Cocksucker!”
Arthur frowned as he heard the insults and he could also make out some muffled
thumps as he rounded the corner to the park where he usually let Alfie off his
lead to go and play.
Heading towards the bushes Arthur hesitated, he could see the back of one boy,
in a blue blazer, and another two on either side of them jeering. They formed a
triangle around something on the ground and when a whimper of pain rose through
the air Arthur knew that is was another boy.
“Hey!” he shouted surging through the copse of trees, Alfie barking loudly
beside him.
“Shit!” One of the boys looked up at him and stumbled away leaving his two
companions. One of them was bigger than Arthur and he charged forward but
immediately backed down when the heel of Arthur’s hand thrust up into his nose,
breaking it.
The third boy had his hand twisted on the injured boy's collar lifting him
slightly off the ground and was punching him in the face. Arthur felt a surge
of anger and he dropped Alfie’s lead and tackled the assailant. After a scuffle
where a wild blow landed on Arthur’s cheekbone he forcibly pinned the boy, face
first, into the ground, bending his arm up his back.
“Are you done, little boy?”
“Fucker,” the boy swore and bucked, trying to dislodge Arthur’s weight so he
pressed harder on his arm only letting him go when the boy begged him to.
Arthur stood quickly, legs apart in a defensive stance until the other boy with
the broken nose pulled his friend away.
Moving to the side of the figure on the floor Arthur saw that Alfie had come up
and was huddling next to him. He was pale and scrawny, one long fingered hand
was petting Alfie’s head. With the boy’s eyes closed Arthur took the
opportunity to examine his injuries. His nose was bleeding but it didn’t look
broken, he had a split lip and a bruise forming on his jaw. His school blazer
was in a muddy pile on the ground beside him and Arthur could make out the
crest as that of his old school, Camelot High, and the uniform dress shirt had
been ripped open and torn in places so Arthur could see muddy boot prints on
the pale skin and vivid red marks where bruising would form quickly.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly and the eyes fluttered open.
The boy let out a huff of laughter, “Define okay.”
“I think we need to get you to a hospital.”
“No.” His fierce blue eyes glared at Arthur, “No hospitals—they’d ring my mum
and she can’t deal with this as well.”
“Kid-“ Arthur began.
“It’s Merlin.”
“Merlin, right. I’m Arthur and that’s Alfie and you need to get some medical
attention.”
Pushing Alfie’s head away gently Merlin eased himself into a sitting position
smiling gratefully as Arthur offered a helping hand. “I’ll be fine. I just need
to get home and stick some ice and stuff on it. I’ll be fine,” he repeated
before shifting, as if to stand, but he gasped in pain and clenched his fists.
“I’ll make you a deal. You come home with me, and I’ll get a nurse friend of
mine to come and clean you up. We can also clean your blazer, get you a new
shirt and then I’ll drive you home. How’s that sound?”
“It sounds like you’re a regular Bruce Wayne, saving me and hey,” Merlin
exclaimed after Alfie licked his cheek, “you even have an Alfred.”
Arthur smiled, he couldn’t help it. This teenager was making him feel out of
sorts, and not at all like his usual controlled self, so he helped Merlin to
his feet and picked up the muddy blazer and Merlin’s schoolbag. Merlin was
holding Alfie’s lead by the time he turned round and together they slowly made
their way back to Arthur’s flat. Arthur had a hand under Merlin’s elbow
steadying him but as they got closer to his home, and had walked farther,
Merlin had tired and was teetering precariously so Arthur moved his arm from
Merlin’s elbow and wrapped it around his waist.
He murmured nonsensical words to Merlin, encouraging him to keep walking,
“Almost there, Merlin. See that house with the red door?”
“That yours?” Merlin asked, whining slightly, “It’s so far away.”
“No mine’s two before it.” Arthur smiled and turned his head into the black
hair, unconsciously breathing in Merlin’s scent. “Almost there.”
They must have looked a right state, Arthur realised as they passed his
neighbour looked at them strangely when they passed her. Both walking slowly,
Merlin bloody and beaten and Arthur supporting a bruised jaw, Merlin’s
schoolbag slung over Arthur’s shoulder and the blazer was tucked into the elbow
of the same arm. Arthur’s other arm was curled around Merlin and holding him
close as the young man leaned against him and he was holding onto Alfie’s lead.
Fumbling in his pocket as they reached his front door Arthur drew out his keys
and let Merlin in, releasing his hold on him so he could move freely. Merlin
followed Alfie into the living room, while Arthur shouted after him, “Make
yourself comfortable.”
In the kitchen he put down Merlin’s bag on the floor by the fridge, tossed his
suit jacket onto the counter and pulled out his phone. After a quick
conversation Arthur tossed Merlin’s blazer into the washing machine, after
checking the label for instructions on how to wash it, then he put the kettle
on.
Arthur set about making some tea and put a couple of biscuits and pieces of
cake that Morgana had made onto a plate, poured the water into the pot and
headed into the lounge with the afternoon tea things on a tray.
Merlin was slumped on the sofa, his shoes had been kicked off and Alfie was
sitting next to him on the floor, his head in Merlin’s lap. He was talking to
Alfie in a low voice which made Arthur smile sadly; Merlin looked like he
didn’t have many friends and one, hopefully two more, wouldn’t hurt.
“Here, Gwen’s on her way over and she said to feed you sugar and tea so…”
Arthur trailed off shrugging. “Help yourself I’m just going to get you a
shirt.”
“Could you not?”
“Uh, not what?”
“Go.” Merlin looked so small and vulnerable that Arthur wanted to pull him into
a hug and never let go. “I just don’t want to be alone right now and while
Alfred’s great company. I think I’d prefer someone who can talk back. Just this
once.”
Tugging on his tie Arthur moved to sit by Merlin on the sofa, close enough that
their thighs were touching. Arthur leant forward to pour the tea handing a cup
to Merlin before taking his own and leaning back, letting his arm fall along
the back of the sofa behind Merlin’s head. The intent was clear and Merlin
tilted his body enough so that his head rested on Arthur’s shoulder.
After what seemed like mere moments the doorbell rang and Merlin slowly moved
away from Arthur so he could get up to answer the door. The two had been
sitting in a comfortable silence for the half hour that it took Gwen to get to
there and Arthur felt himself flush with discomfort as he thought about how
relaxed Merlin had made him feel.
“Arthur.” Gwen smiled once he’d opened the door and let her in. “Where is the
boy?”
“Merlin.” Gwen looked at him in a way that made him squirm, “He’s in the living
room.”
“Hi, Merlin, I’m Gwen.”
“The nurse,” came Merlin’s faint reply.
“That’s right.” Arthur watched from the doorway as Gwen smiled at this enigma
of a young man that had stumbled into Arthur’s life and looked to become a firm
fixture, if Arthur didn’t let his head get in the way of his heart. Leaving his
best friend’s wife to nurse Merlin, Arthur headed to the washing machine,
taking Merlin’s blazer out of it and eyeing it up to see if there were any mud
stains that hadn’t washed away before heading into his bedroom with the
dripping garment to find a spare hanger. He pushed the blazer into the airing
cupboard hoping that it would dry quicker in there.
Arthur then went back to his bedroom to find his smallest shirt, which turned
out to be an old and faded red t-shirt with the imprint of a black dragon on
the left side. Holding his favourite t-shirt close Arthur shut his eyes and
sighed. The t-shirt was the last thing given to him by his father before he was
disowned.
When he got back to his living room Merlin was looking a lot better, laughing
at Gwen as she gesticulated wildly. She caught sight of him in the doorway and
her smile faded when she caught sight of the t-shirt in his hands, her
seriousness forced Merlin to turn around gingerly.
“Here, I found a shirt for you. Hopefully it’s not too big.” Arthur strode
forward and thrust the red material into Merlin’s arms.
“Arthur,” Gwen said, almost sadly.
“Am I missing something?” Merlin asked looking between the two friends until
Arthur forced a smile.
“Nothing at all.”
“Alright Bruce Wayne, I’ll let you keep your secrets.” Merlin smirked before
standing, wincing in pain.
“Down the hall, first door on the left,” Arthur said, directing Merlin to the
bathroom so he could change his top and wash his face before heading home.
Arthur and Gwen watched him go and when they heard the soft click of the lounge
door closing Gwen rounded on Arthur.
“You’re giving him that shirt?”
“It’s no big deal, Gwen.”
“No big deal?” she asked loudly, and frowned when Arthur tried to shush her.
“Arthur that is your favourite top and you don’t wear it because it’s too
precious. Your father-“
“I know very well that it’s the last thing I got from my father but you have no
right telling me not to give it to him.”
Gwen sighed. “He’s seventeen Arthur.”

                                      XxX
Merlin didn’t hear anymore as he moved away from the door and into the
bathroom, he glanced at his face in the mirror over the sink and groaned.
His lip was fat and could easily split if he wasn’t careful and his jaw was
obviously bruised. Tugging his useless, torn, shirt tenderly over his head
Merlin examined the bruises forming on his chest and back. Mrs DuLac—Gwen—had
said that he didn’t have any broken ribs but they would be tender for a few
days.
Merlin pulled the t-shirt over his head, it was slightly too big. But it smelt
of Arthur and Merlin couldn’t help but grin at himself, before his foolish head
for thinking that a thirty year old man would be interested in a seventeen year
old like him.
Wanting to give Gwen and Arthur more time to talk, or argue, or whatever, he
snooped about in the cupboards. He found nothing out of the ordinary;
deodorant, cologne, shaving cream and a razor. Rummaging a bit deeper into a
drawer he found lube, both normal and orange flavoured as well as condoms.
He felt an irrational surge of jealousy that Arthur had condoms and lube
because Merlin didn’t want Arthur to sleep with anybody but him. Shutting the
cupboard Merlin took a deep breath to calm himself before heading back to the
lounge. The tension between Arthur and Gwen was palpable and Merlin bit his lip
tugging on the hem of Arthur's t-shirt as they both turned to him.
“Come on, let’s get you home,” Arthur said, walking into the kitchen to grab
Merlin’s bag then fetching his still wet blazer from the airing cupboard.
“Arthur.” Gwen sounded hurt and Merlin glanced at her pointedly until Arthur
sighed and faced her.
“Not right now, Gwen. I promise I’ll see you and Lance for dinner on Friday
like normal. But, just, don’t say anything right now.”
She nodded and leant up to kiss his cheek before doing the same to Merlin. She
sighed heavily and glanced between them. “I really shouldn’t be saying this,
Merlin, but you’re welcome to come to dinner on Friday as well. Our nephew is
your age so you won’t be alone.”
“Thank you. I’ll think about it.” Merlin offered, not wanting to accept
outright because of the tension he could feel between Arthur and Gwen.
Gwen flicked her eyes towards Arthur. “Well, you have my number,” she said,
picking up her coat and with a pointed look at Arthur she opened her mouth to
say something but closed it. Gwen sighed and smiled before she opened the door
and headed out with a quiet, “See you later.”
“Alfred, come on boy,” Merlin called and the dog came bounding from his place
next to the sofa in the lounge.
The three of them piled into the car and nothing was said except Merlin giving
Arthur directions. It turned out that Merlin lived only ten minutes away.
When Arthur’s car pulled into Merlin’s driveway he saw the net curtains twitch.
Arthur had obviously seen the curtains move as well because he said, “I think
your parents are watching.”
“It’s just Mum.” And then he added, “Dad left before I was born.”
“My mum died giving birth to me. Then my father disowned me,” Arthur offered,
then turned his head to look at Merlin whose face was very close.
“Thank you,” Merlin breathed before pressing his lips clumsily to Arthur’s, and
just like a teenager, too hard. It was his first kiss and he wanted it to be
perfect, but he didn’t know what he was doing. He was breathing harshly through
his nose and was terrified when he felt that Arthur wasn’t reacting.
Merlin backed off but was stopped by a hand cupping his head. “Gently,” Arthur
murmured before softly pressing his lips to Merlin’s, swiping his tongue over
the split in his lower lip.
They broke away from the chaste kiss and Arthur’s eyes fluttered open to see
Merlin already watching him, with his pupils blown.
“You should go,” Arthur said, his voice rough with restraint. Merlin could tell
that Arthur wanted them to stop before it got too far, and he didn’t want his
mum to see either. Merlin flushed and pressed a hand to his crotch. “Give me a
minute.”
Groaning low and deep Arthur groaned, “You’re killing me, Merlin.”
With a grimace Merlin laughed breathlessly and muttered under his breath, “Cold
showers, watermelon, maths teacher naked.” He opened the car door and turned
round to rub at Alfie’s head and neck, “Bye, Alfred. And I guess this is
goodbye to you too, huh?”
“There’s something about you, Merlin, that I just don’t want to let go of. I’ll
find you again.”
Merlin winked. “Course you will, Bruce Wayne. Maybe I’ll see you on Friday.”

                                      XxX
“I hope so,” Arthur said intensely staring at Merlin until the young man
flushed and got out of the car and slamming the door before running to the
house. The front door opened before he got there and with an awkward wave in
Arthur’s direction he went into the house without Arthur getting a good look at
Merlin’s mother.
“Let’s go home, eh, boy?” he said to Alfie before backing out of the driveway
and heading home. It had been a long day and all he wanted was a hot bath and a
leisurely wank thinking of the young fey he’d just met and become infatuated
by. This had never happened to him before, he’d never been so taken by a man
during their first meeting. Merlin made Arthur feel safe and alive.
Arthur could feel the power surging around him. The man before him was Merlin,
powerful and when he opened his eyes they were gold…and Arthur was weak for
him.
Arthur jolted awake, splashing tepid bathwater onto the floor. He rubbed at his
face with wet, prune-fingered, hands. That was an odd dream; it had felt more
like a memory. Shaking his head Arthur stood from the bath, it wasn’t possible
for it to be a memory he’d know Merlin for a couple of hours.
“I need a drink,” he told Alfie. The dog whined back, offering no help what-so-
ever.
                                      XxX
The following day Arthur took Alfie for his walk in the park. He let the dog
off his lead and watched with a smile on his face as he bounded straight
towards two teenage boys. Alfie barked happily as one turned round and started
to scratch behind Alfie’s ears, Merlin looked up at Arthur and smiled shyly.
Pocketing the lead Arthur headed over and saw that the other boy Merlin was
with was Mordred.
“Hey, Merlin,” Arthur smiled and turned to Mordred. “Kiddo.”
Mordred pulled a face. “Pops, what happened to your eye? And how d’you know
Merlin?”
Looking at Merlin, Arthur knew that something was wrong. His smile had faded
and he looked between the two with a hurt expression.
“You okay?” Arthur asked softly. His hand reached up and brushed against the
bruise on Merlin’s jaw. “Looks painful.”
“It’s fine,” Merlin snapped, jerking away from Arthur’s hand. “I’m fine. I’ve
got to get home, Mor, I’ll see you at school tomorrow. Bye Alfred. Arthur.” He
nodded once as if he were going to say something else before turning around and
fleeing.
Smoke filled his nostrils and he could hear the shouts of ‘coward’ as Merlin
ran from the protection of the Knights. The griffin shot down at them again
ready to attack and Arthur took his eyes from Merlin’s retreating figure to
prepare a counter-attack against the magical beast.
”Pops?”
Shaking himself Arthur faced Mordred whose brow was creased with worry and
looking too much like Morgana for Arthur’s comfort. “You look just like your
mother when you do that.”
“Thanks,” came the sarcastic reply. “Seriously though, how do you know Merlin?”
“I helped him out a bit yesterday. That’s all.”
Mordred watched Merlin's retreating back before looking at Arthur. He narrowed
his eyes in disbelief and shook his head, his straight black hair falling into
his eyes. “I don’t believe you, Pops.”
“You know I hate that, Kiddo, makes me sound old.”
“You are old. Geez.” Mordred rolled his eyes and Arthur shoved his shoulder,
before Alfie butted his hand with his head wanting to chase the ball Arthur had
in his pocket.
“Tell you what, you persuade him to come to Gwen and Lance’s on Friday and I’ll
tell you what you want to know.”
“Deal.” Mordred held out his hand and Arthur shook it. Arthur pulled away to
draw the ball from his pocket and throw it for Alfie to chase while Mordred
slung his bag over his shoulder and with a quick wave was trotting off.
Arthur was left with a jittery feeling in his stomach, anticipating seeing
Merlin again.
                                      XxX
Gwen opened her front door with a smile on her face. “Arthur, you look lovely.”
“And you’re looking beautiful as always, Gwen.” Arthur leant forward and
pressed his lips to her cheek and handed her a bottle of wine.
“You shouldn’t have. Everyone’s in the lounge, you’re the last one here.”
Shrugging, Arthur grinned. “Alfie decided to have a mud bath this afternoon and
I had to give him a proper bath before I left him alone in the house.”
Gwen grinned and Arthur suddenly had a vision of her in a pale yellow dress and
a dark apron, carrying a bunch of wild flowers. Shaking his head Arthur smiled
tiredly at her before heading through. Arthur hadn’t been sleeping well, he’d
been having more dreams since meeting Merlin and he often woke at night gasping
at the intensity of the dream.
“Arthur!” Lance shouted and rose to shake Arthur’s hand. “Let me get you a
drink.”
Grinning at Lance’s retreating back Arthur bent over the back of the sofa,
letting his hand cup the back of Morgana’s head as he leant over to press a
kiss to her forehead. “Morgana, you’re looking well.”
“Thank you, Arthur.”
As he made his way round to sit beside Morgana, Arthur caught sight of Merlin
and Mordred sitting in the conservatory. Merlin was staring straight at Arthur
with an angry expression, and Mordred touched his arm gently.
Arthur watched as Merlin turned and Mordred’s hand gripped his, they spoke with
their heads bent together before Mordred pulled Merlin into a hug. Looking away
and feeling horribly guilty Arthur sank down next to Morgana. He’d been
fantasising about a seventeen year old boy and his nephew’s boyfriend. He felt
sick.
“You don’t look well, Arthur,” Morgana murmured slyly.
“I found out that the man I met the other day, you know the one I was telling
you about? Well he has a boyfriend, or partner.”
Morgana rested her hand on his knee and squeezed, as Lance came in and handed
him a glass of red wine.
“Long day?”
“The longest, work was a bitch.” Arthur started to complain about his job the
others chipped in before Gwen came out and told them that dinner was ready and
they all made their way into the dining room to eat.
Arthur was sitting next to Gwen with Morgana on his left. Mordred was opposite
his mum, Merlin next to him and coincidentally opposite Arthur. Finally, Lance
was next to Merlin and opposite Gwen. The dinner was chicken curry or vegetable
curry and rice in big bowls and everybody helped themselves.
After helping himself to some of the chicken curry and rice Arthur started to
eat, his eyes on Merlin.
Morgana coughed subtly and Arthur’s eyes shot down to his plate but she was
merely starting conversation.
“So, Merlin, what do you plan on doing after school?”
“I- uh- I’m going to uni. To do a BA.”
“Oh I loved doing my BA,” Gwen sighed. “It’s where I met Arthur.” When Merlin
frowned Gwen elaborated with a little laugh. “Arthur and I did a few of the
same papers in our first year and we became friends, he was taking some English
modules with his business course. And I was just a lowly English student.” Gwen
smiled at Merlin, her eyes soft. “He introduced me to Lance and I fell in love.
I got a best friend and the love of my life in one year. I can only hope you’re
just as lucky.”
Merlin’s blue eyes flicked towards Arthur, who was watching him, and he
flushed. Gwen’s smiled deepened.
“I dunno about that, but I hope I’m not alone,” Merlin replied shyly.
“You won’t be, Mordred’s going to be there. Aren’t you?” Gwen asked, obviously
trying to keep the
conversation flowing.
“No,” Mordred shook his head and glanced at his mother. “I’ll be going to
Camelot University of Technology rather than The University of Camelot where
Merlin’ll be.”
“Oh, right, I hadn't realised,” Gwen breathed, nodding in understanding.
The conversation continued from there and Arthur did his best to stay focussed
on the topics at hand and not keep staring at Merlin, but he often found his
eyes drifting in the teen’s direction. And Merlin was usually looking back.
Ducking his head to hide a smile Arthur was suddenly assaulted with another
vision.
He was looking down at Merlin kneeling before him. “My lord. My King. My
Arthur. I pledge my loyalty to you and your kingdom however big or small.”
“Merlin,” Arthur whispered. “Merlin please stand.”
But Merlin did not move so Arthur knelt down before him, the firelight bouncing
off his crown reflected on Merlin’s pale skin. Bringing himself down to
Merlin’s level Arthur cupped his face and whispered, “And you havemyloyalty,
Merlin. You have all of me, you always have.” Arthur leaned in a captured
Merlin’s lips in a kiss.
Shaking his head Arthur blinked to dispel the memory before glancing up to see
Merlin blinking furiously and not looking at Arthur, his cheeks bright pink.
It couldn’t be true, Merlin couldn’t have had the same dream he’d just had
could he? If he had, Arthur thought, they weren’t dreams. They were memories.
                                      XxX
Arthur spent the next few days lost in thought. If what he was experiencing
were memories of a past life of a time long forgotten and Merlin was
remembering them too then it meant that they belonged together. Or was he just
justifying his desires and fantasies that involved Merlin?
The sound of Alfie barking brought Arthur’s mind to the present and he saw his
chocolate coloured dog jumping up and barking in excitement in the face of
Merlin. Next to him was a woman who looked to be Morgana’s age about thirty-
five or so, she was clearly enjoying the attention that Alfie spared her once
she had scratched under his chin.
“He’ll love you forever now that you’ve found his weakness,” Arthur said after
he’d jogged over.
The woman smiled, her cheeks pinking as she looked him over. Merlin glanced
uncomfortably between the two clearing his throat he said, “Mum this is Arthur
and, Arthur this is my mum. The dog’s Alfred.”
“Alfie actually,” Arthur charmed. “The dog, not me.”
“Hunith,” she said taking Arthur’s proffered hand and shaking it, he had a
brief flash of her standing timidly before him with a black eye. His visions
were increasing in frequency and that scared him. “How do you know Merlin?”
“We met a few days ago,” Arthur was deliberately vague. “He’s a friend of my
nephew Mordred.”
As Hunith exclaimed what a small world it was Arthur was too taken by Merlin’s
exclamation “Nephew? But I thought…” he trailed off his eyes wide and his mouth
dropped just before his tongue flicked out over his bottom lip. Arthur
unconsciously mirrored the action causing Merlin’s cheeks and neck to flush and
his eyes to darken.
Forcing himself to look away from Merlin and focus on Hunith and their
conversation Arthur breathed in deeply. When he couldn’t take it anymore he
excused himself claiming that he needed to get Alfie home and fed before he
settled in with some work he needed to do.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Arthur.”
“You as well, Hunith. See you later, Merlin,” he said with a pointed look that
he hoped conveyed all he was trying to say before he tugged Alfie away grinning
as Merlin called after them.
“Bye Alfred, bye Bruce Wayne.”
                                      XxX
Alfie woofed at the front door moments before there was a soft knock. Hopeful,
Arthur was off the sofa and opening it enthusiastically in an instant.
“Merlin. Hi,” Arthur breathed. He was surprised to see Merlin standing there
considering how hurt Merlin had been the last time they were alone.
“Hey,” Merlin dragged out the word and they stood awkwardly for a moment, “Care
to show me your Bat-cave?”
“What? Oh right, come in.” Arthur blushed as he stood aside.
Alfie jumped at Merlin who knelt in the doorway scratching at the dog. “Come
on, Alfred, show me where the suit is,” he urged to dog forward into the living
room so Arthur could close the door and compose himself before following him.
Sitting on the sofa close to Merlin, but not touching him, Arthur smiled at the
way Merlin twisted his hands in his t-shirt. “Merlin-“
“Let me speak, please.”
Bowing his head slightly Arthur indicated that Merlin should continue.
“I- I thought you were Mordred’s father, he calls you Pops and all… but that’s
not why I’m here. You make me feel crazy. I swear I am going crazy half the
time but that’s not the point. I wasn’t sure if I should come tonight, I’m
still not sure I should be here. But I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t, so…” he
trailed off looking nervously around the room his eyes not landing on Arthur
until the other man touched his hand.
“Can I kiss you?” Arthur blurted, afraid that Merlin would say no and he’d be
left feeling foolish.
The way Merlin moved forward and his face tilted upwards was answer enough and
Arthur pressed his lips chastely, softly, to Merlin’s. It felt like they had
kissed a thousand times before and as if it were their first kiss. Arthur let
Merlin take control.
Soon Arthur found himself lying flat on his sofa with Merlin stretched out over
him his hands wandering over Arthur’s chest and arms, rucking his shirt up his
chest. Merlin bent his head to lick at Arthur’s nipples and he raised his head
to say, “You always did like that.” The words permeated through Arthur’s lust
induced haze.
“What did you just say?”
Merlin sighed and straddled Arthur’s lap. “Not a good idea, Merlin,” Arthur
said even as he rolled his hips grinding his erection into Merlin.
Rocking Merlin said breathily, “Ever since I met you I’ve had, ah, visions of,
nggh, us. In the past, like knights and chivalry and- oh!” Merlin cried out as
Arthur grabbed his waist and thrust up harshly and more forcefully.
“You too?” Arthur was elated he wasn’t the only one. And he sat up wrapping his
arms around Merlin’s back, kissing him roughly as they arched and writhed
together until they were interrupted by the phone ringing.
The shrill sound rung overly loud into the silence. Arthur groaned and flopped
back onto the sofa, Merlin kept rocking his hips desperately whining, “Don’t
stop, please, leave it.”
“I can’t,” Arthur gently placed Merlin on the sofa and moved out from
underneath his lithe body before heading into the hall, his palm pressed to his
cock. “Hello,” he savagely growled into the phone.
“Arthur. Is Merlin with you?” Morgana’s voice was harsh and direct.
“Wha- What?”
“Is Merlin with you? Hunith just rang. I tried Gwen but she said to try you.”
“What?” Arthur asked stupidly again. “Morgana you’re not making sense.”
“Hunith rang us, Merlin’s not at his house. Mordred said he was at mine, but I
need to know where he is and Gwen thought that the two of you were friends and
he might be with you.”
Arthur wasn’t thinking straight, his mind still in a haze. “Why would Hunith-“
“Is he with you, Arthur?” she asked harshly.
“Yeah, do I need to take him home?”
“No bring him to mine if you can.”
“Yours?”
Morgana huffed down the phone and Arthur could just imagine her disapproved
pursed lips. “Yes,” she said slowly as if Arthur were five. “Mordred told
Hunith Merlin was staying the night with him.”
Horror settled coldly into his stomach, and Arthur felt sick.
“Arthur?” Morgana sounded worried. He realised he had been silent for too long.
“I’ll call you back later. I need- There’s something-“ He caught sight of
Merlin frowning at him from the doorway to the lounge. Arthur closed his eyes
and swallowed heavily. “Bye, Morgana.” He hung up over her protests.
“Everything alright?”
“You need to go to Morgana’s, uh, Mordred’s.”
Merlin frowned. “Why?”
“Your mother’s looking for you and Mordred lied saying you were staying the
night. With him.” Arthur couldn’t bring himself to add your boyfriend.
“Oh. Can’t I stay here? Miss LeFay knows I’m safe with you and Mum’ll never
have to know.”
Staring at the young man in disbelief Arthur shook his head. “No. No you cannot
stay here. You have to go. Now!” Arthur roared. Merlin’s blue eyes widened and
he swallowed he took a step forward towards Arthur who growled at him and
turned away. “Get out,” he said quietly.
When he heard no sound of movement Arthur steeled himself and turned, his face
impassive and cold. “Get. Out.”
Merlin let out a whimpered huff of disbelief and hurt before he hurtled down
the hallway and out of the front door which he flung open and let bang against
the wall as he ran from Arthur.
Walking calmly to the front door Arthur shut it softly before he walked into
his bedroom, and shut the door keeping Alfie out. He surveyed his room and
picked up the thing nearest to him: a book. Weighing it in his hand Arthur
looked at it for a long moment, studying the cover design before he hurled it
at the far wall.
Shouting in anger Arthur began throwing more of his less valuable items around
his room. When he stopped he sunk onto the floor, his back to the door and let
his head fall into his hands. His anger was gone now and was replaced with
regret. Burning, sickening, empty regret.
The phone ringing startled him for a second time.
“Hello,” he answered wearily.
“What did you do to him?”
Arthur closed his eyes; he couldn’t deal with this right now. “Nothing,
Morgana.”
“Really?” She didn’t sound convinced.
“What’s going on?”
“Hunith just rang, again, saying that Merlin arrived home in tears and wouldn't
tell her why and she wondered if he and Mordred had had a fight. Why was he
crying, Arthur?”
“I- I can’t do this right now, Morgana. I’ll, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Arthur
sighed and hung up on Morgana for the second time that night and to ensure he
didn’t have any more calls he yanked at the wire connecting it to the box
before heading to his lounge to the sideboard where he poured himself a glass
of whiskey and lay on the sofa balancing it on his chest before taking a
cautious sip.
Feeling sorry for himself for being so stupid for taking advantage of his
nephew’s boyfriend Arthur threw the rest of the whiskey down his throat and let
his head fall back onto the cushions.
Closing his eyes his hand fell to Alfie’s head. “Hey there, Alfie.” He pet the
dog as he let sleep consume him.
Merlin was safely in his arms. The Sorceress had scared Arthur because he
couldn’t defeat her and Merlin had risked his life again for Arthur’s.
Bending his head to press his lips to his lover’s Arthur was surprised when
Merlin pulled back. His blue eyes were cold as ice and Arthur stared at him in
fear. “Merlin,” he breathed, the word barely more than a puff of air.
“We can’t keep doing this. The nobles, the knights, thepeopletalk. They think
there is something unnatural about our…relationship.”
“Let them talk.”
“No!” Merlin pulled away looking less like the farm boy and more like the
powerful Warlock he displayed mere hours earlier. “I will not let you be
ridiculed and brought down by your own people. Find a queen, have an heir, do
your duty.”
“My duty?” Arthur asked hoarsely. “My duty is to you, I gave you me. I gave you
my trust, my body, my love and you’re what? Throwing it away formyduty. I won’t
let you.”
“You won’t let me? You don’t have a choice, Arthur, I am finishing this. Us.
We’re over.”
Arthur felt his eyes burn and he could not show this heartless Warlock anymore
weakness, so he turned and walked out of the room with his vision blurred and
his throat thick and his heart aching.
Every beat seemed to saymer-lin, mer-lin, mer-lin.
When Arthur woke his heart was beating the same rhythm and his face was wet
with sweat, at least that’s what he told himself as he wiped at himself with a
hand before heading to his bedroom for the rest of the night.
                                      XxX
Merlin left Arthur’s in hurry. He didn’t want to go home, his mother would have
a fit if she saw him like this and then she’d question him about Mordred and if
they’d had a fight and- Merlin shook his head to dispel the thought. Thoughts
of Mordred often turned to thoughts of Arthur, who Merlin did not want to think
about right now. Sighing he knew that he had to go home, unless his mother sent
out a search party that would more than likely involve Arthur.
Hunith had fussed over Merlin once he’d gotten home but he didn’t say anything
and let her think what she wanted. All Merlin did was curl up into a ball under
his covers and try to sleep.
Merlin woke in the early hours the following morning after a dreadful night’s
sleep. He slipped out his bedroom and the house and wandered around the
neighbourhood, even though it was still dark, he headed for the park. Merlin
had barely reached the playground when his mind was taken over by a waking-
dream.
When the dream was over Merlin blinked. He had fallen and was lying on the
grass in shock Merlin had left Arthur before. Pulling himself up Merlin moved
to sit on a swing, he moved back and forth thinking.
Merlin couldn’t think of why Arthur’s duty had been so important to him, or why
it had made him walk away. He was forcibly pulled from his thoughts by a dog
barking, Merlin looked up and feeling irrationally disappointed when it wasn’t
Alfred.
The minutes passed slowly despite Merlin’s mind racing. His thoughts,
eventually turned back to Arthur and what had happened between them, as the sun
rose Merlin wiped the last of his tears off his face and stood from the cramped
position he’d kept himself in.
“Hey Fag!”
Turning Merlin saw the three bullies running towards him, he tried to run but
his muscles were too stiff and they quickly caught him. Two grabbed his arms
and pulled him into the trees where Arthur had first stopped them.
Merlin struggled and shouted but it was too early and nobody was around. He
prayed for Arthur to come.
The lead bully ripped open Merlin’s shirt before he started to punch his torso.
Merlin’s head was kicked and he tried to stay conscious but as the darkness
overwhelmed him all he could think of was Arthur.
                                      XxX
Arthur rang in sick to work the following day and decided that he needed to see
Merlin. He was fairly sure that Merlin would never want to see him again but he
had to try and to explain himself.
Steeling himself mentally Arthur grabbed Alfie, attaching the lead to his
collar and walking over to Merlin’s. As they went through the park Arthur
spotted his nephew heading towards him.
“What did you do to him?”
“Hello, Mordred, how are you? I’m fine thanks for asking,” Arthur replied
sarcastically. “I have no idea what you’re on about.”
“Merlin, Pops. I know he was at yours last night then he went home and now he’s
not there. Missus Emrys said he was gone before she woke up. He never runs
away, Pops, never.”
Sighing Arthur put his hand on Mordred’s shoulder. “Merlin’s a resourceful lad,
Mordred, we’ll find him.”
“What if they find him first?” Mordred asked in a small voice.
“They?” Arthur repeated, already fearing the worst.
“He gets bullied and one day, one I’m scared they’ll take it too far.”
Mordred’s big blue eye bore into
Arthur’s.
Nodding his head Arthur replied, “I know and I’m scared too.”
Together they headed towards the copse of trees where Arthur had first found
Merlin, after he’d asked Mordred where Merlin could be and where else he had
checked.
Alfie started to run forward tugging at the lead in Arthur’s hand until he ran
behind his dog. The Labrador lay himself down beside the body in the clearing.
Arthur’s heart was in his throat and he felt sick and cold with fear. “Merlin!”
he shouted frantically as he dropped to his knees beside him.
Checking the pale neck for a pulse Arthur let out a silent prayer of thanks
that there was still one.
Mordred had caught up to them at this point, after lagging behind on the run,
he knelt down next to Merlin taking one long fingered hand in his own.
Forcing himself to look away and not dwell on the fact that he was in love with
Mordred’s boyfriend
Arthur focussed on Merlin and figuring out how to help him. Unbuttoning the
school shirt Arthur stifled a gasp, but Mordred’s rang out loudly.
“Call an ambulance, then Hunith, then Morgana.”
“Right.” Mordred stayed where he was.
“Now, Mordred!” Arthur hated shouting at his nephew but it spurred him into
action and while he was talking frantically on the phone Arthur let his finger
trail over the letters written in permanent ink and over to the bruises that
scattered his torso and sides.
Patting down Merlin’s legs Arthur found that his left ankle was swollen, the
bastards had broken his Merlin. Stamping down his anger Arthur knew it wouldn’t
help Merlin so he let his hand brush the hair away from the too-pale forehead.
“Please Merlin, please wake up,” he begged quietly and when Arthur saw Mordred
turn around he whispered, “I need you.”
“The ambulance and Missus Emrys are on their way. Mum said she’d meet us at the
hospital, no point in her crowding here and said she’d pick up Freya on the
way.”
“Freya? Who- who is Freya?”
Mordred stared at him as if he were insane. “She’s my girlfriend, has been for
the past four months.”
“You mean you’re not with Merlin?”
“No! Ew, he’s my best mate like a brother to me. Besides I’m straight, what the
fuck gave you that idea?”
“Language,” Arthur chided automatically. “Hunith did, actually.”
Mordred was about to say more but Hunith arrived on the scene and Arthur
quickly moved Merlin’s shirt back together covering the ugly black letters but
he was too slow, she had already seen the obscene faggot scrawled onto her
son’s pale skin by bigoted teenagers.
Pity ached at Arthur’s heart and he reached over and took Hunith’s hand in his.
“He’ll be okay, Hunith. The ambulance is on its way.” Just as Arthur said this
the sirens blared nearby and he smiled reassuringly at her.
                                      XxX
The hospital was stark and cold when Arthur entered. He immediately found
Hunith and Morgana in the waiting room, next to Morgana was Mordred with his
arm slung over the shoulders of a pretty girl with brown hair.
“How is he?”
Hunith smiled wanly at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. “His ankle’s
definitely broken and they’ve put it in plaster they’ve taken him for x-rays to
see if he has any internal bleeding or broken ribs. He woke up in the
ambulance.”
“Was he alright?” Arthur knew he was asking questions that he didn’t deserve to
know the answer to and Morgana was frowning at him.
Hunith opened her mouth and immediately shut it to bite her lip and she
muttered an “Excuse me,” before heading to the bathroom, Arthur took her seat
next to Morgana.
“What did I say?” He frowned after her and Morgana huffed.
“He asked for you in the ambulance, didn’t seem to be aware that Hunith was
right there with him. Apparently Merlin kept saying your name. Any idea why,
Arthur?”
Arthur said nothing as Hunith came and slid into the seat beside him. “I phoned
Gwen and Lance, when I took Alfie back to the house. Just to let them know and
Gwen said her shift started at ten so she’d come and see us and if nothing was
happening she’d find out for us, er, you.”
“You’re too kind, Arthur.” Hunith smiled and Morgana rolled her eyes.
Arthur had been at the hospital for two hours, Morgana had gone off to call
work and Mordred and Freya had gone to school, after only missing first period,
when the doctor came out calling, “Emrys?”
Hunith had jumped up, Arthur moments behind her.
“Your son is doing well. He’s awake and talking, there were no broken ribs or
internal bleeding…” The doctor continued but Arthur tuned him out all he cared
was that Merlin was safe. He trailed behind Hunith and the doctor as they
headed for Merlin’s room and waited in the doorway as Hunith ran inside and
gently wrapped her arms around Merlin’s thin frame.
Merlin’s dark blue eyes stared at Arthur, over his mother’s shoulder. The
shrill blare of a phone broke the awkward tension between the two men. Hunith
took her mobile out of her pocket and said to Merlin in a low voice that still
travelled to Arthur, “It’s your school. I’ll see what they want. Stay with
him,” she said as she passed Arthur in the doorway. Arthur nodded before
turning to face Merlin who had crossed his arms over his chest and was staring
straight ahead.
“Merlin-“
“I don’t care, Arthur. I don’t care at all.”
Arthur walked into the room, gingerly, eyes never leaving Merlin’s face. “I
think you’re lying. I think you do care.”
Merlin’s jaw clenched. “You’re right I do care. I care that you threw me out
before I even got to come that’s got to be the shortest one night stand in
history.”
Hearing ‘come’ from Merlin’s lips made Arthur half hard and he stood beside the
hospital bed. “It wasn’t a one night stand. It wasn’t going to be a one night
stand before you say that. I wanted more, I wanted everything with you. I want
everything. But I thought you were Mordred’s boyfriend. I thought I was being a
home-wrecker, or something.”
Merlin studied Arthur’s face intently before breaking out into a big grin as he
leaned forward, taking Arthur’s hand and guiding him to sit. Arthur got a look
down the front of the gaping hospital gown and he smiled at the bare pale skin.
“The hospital washed it off.”
Raising his eyebrows in surprise at Merlin’s matter of fact tone Arthur said,
“You don’t sound upset.”
“I’m not.”
“God, Merlin, they wrote ‘faggot’ on you.”
“I know what they wrote but it’s true. It’s who I am.” Merlin lifted his chin.
“I am a faggot. Ponce, queer, shirt-lifter I am gay and I don’t care who knows
it.”
Arthur felt his eyes welling up and he blinked rapidly to clear them. “I’m so
proud of you, I’m so proud to know you.” He cupped Merlin’s cheeks bringing
their foreheads together. “I wish I was half as brave as you.”
Merlin tilted his head and brushed their lips together whispering, “I learnt my
bravery from you. All those years ago.”
                                      XxX
                                One Year Later
“Are you ready? Mum’ll go spare if we’re late to meet her new boyfriend.”
“Sorry, it’s not my fault Alfred wanted to stay outside.” Arthur laughed at
himself, the more time Merlin had spent at his during their relationship the
less his dog answered to ‘Alfie’ and the more he became ‘Alfred’.
“And it has nothing to do with seeing my mother and your sister in the same
room does it Bruce Wayne?” Merlin mocked reaching up the wrap his arms around
Arthur’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
It had taken them a long time for them to get to where they are now. Now that
Merlin was eighteen he had moved in with Arthur, their relationship had gone
slowly Arthur didn’t want Merlin to feel like he was being pushed and he also
felt that they needed to get to know each other again, in this lifetime.
Their friends and family had been unsure of what to make of the relationship,
except for Gwen who had suspected something all along and offered support to
them when the rest of the family didn’t react well.
“Mmm,” Arthur moaned into Merlin’s mouth. “We have to go.”
“I know,” Merlin mumbled against his lips. Before sighing and pulling away, he
opened the front door and walked down the street hand in hand with Arthur as
they walked to Hunith’s house. It was summer and there was no point in driving
when the weather was so nice. Arthur indulged Merlin and walked. He was also
secretly pleased that he was able to hold hands with Merlin in public and not
care about the looks that were sent his way. Merlin gave him that strength.
The bullies who had put Merlin in hospital had given him a sense of confidence
and a thick skin that
Arthur hadn’t expected from the attack, they’d been expelled after Mordred had
told the Headmaster exactly who they were and what they had done to Merlin over
the years. It had been handed over to the police after that and they were being
rehabilitated in juvenile detention and after that Merlin didn’t care. They
weren’t going to hurt anyone else and that’s all that mattered to him.
                                      XxX
Hunith opened the door with a nervous smile. She pulled Merlin into a hug and
whispered something into his ear before pushing him inside and tugging Arthur
into her arms.
“Hello, Hunith.” He hugged her back.
“I hope Merlin likes him, I hope you both do.”
Pulling away from the hug Arthur smiled, “I’m sure we will. You love him and
this meeting has been seven months in the making, we’ve all heard so much about
your mystery man.”
Hunith blushed and pushed Arthur to follow the path Merlin had taken inside
while she shut the door. Heading into Hunith’s living room Arthur could hear
the low hum of male voices and when he turned into the room he stopped dead.
Merlin grinned at him over the shoulder of an all too familiar man, who stood
and turned around
“Arthur.”
“Father.” Arthur sounded surprised.
The two men stared at each other and Arthur sneered, ignoring the way his
father eyed him up and down and ignored the frown on Merlin’s face. “Merlin,
are you coming with me?”
“Where?” Merlin stood, wearily looking between Arthur and his mum’s boyfriend.
“Home.”
“Arthur, don’t do this, son,” Uther said.
“I am not your son. You made that very clear,” Arthur growled before turning
around and walking out, passing a stunned Hunith in the doorway. He slammed the
front door shut behind him as he left. Angry and upset that Merlin wasn’t
following Arthur ran home, as soon as he got into his living room he poured
himself a glass of whiskey.
Holding it up to the light Arthur sighed and didn’t take sip he just threw it
into the fireplace with a raging yell.
He sank to the floor with his head in his hands, fingers pressed harshly to his
eyes to keep the burning tears that threatened to fall inside his head. He
didn’t want to cry over that man, not again.
Some while later the front door opened and shut with a soft click then Merlin’s
familiar long fingered hands were stroking over his hair, his arms and his
hands until he removed them from his face.
“Oh, Arthur.” Merlin’s voice was soft as were his hands as he wiped away the
tears that had fallen. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“About what Merlin? About why I hate my father? Why he doesn’t consider me to
be his son? About why I want Hunith to be happy but with anyone but him?”
“Yeah. All of it, any of it I want to know, Arthur.”
Merlin sat down in front of Arthur, holding onto his hand in a show of silent
support. Arthur closed his eyes and began. “Morgana got pregnant at sixteen
with Mordred to some guy she met at a party named Leon. He died in a car
accident that night, he was drink-driving but Morgana kept the baby, even
though she didn’t really know Leon she felt that it was the right thing to do.
She told us, me and Uther, I didn’t really understand—you know I was
thirteen—when she was nearly three months pregnant and he told Morgana to take
care of it, I’ve never seen her so angry that’s when Uther realised she was
keeping the baby. He disowned her. Threw her out and cut her off from her money
and out of the will and everything, banned me from seeing her.”
Arthur laughed bitterly “I didn’t. I tried as best I could I gave her some of
my pocket money, went with her to what scans I could, she always looked at me
so proudly and so sad. I mean I was only a kid but I tried to help, and when I
went away for uni I went to London where she was living. I got a flat and I let
her and Mordred live with me, I didn’t know she’d had it so bad for five years
but Mordred never knew what she sacrificed for him to be fed and safe. I did
all I could, I did more then, so they’d have a good home and enough food that
neither of them would go hungry. Her life was so hard. I could look after
Mordred when she went to work or just when she needed a break.
“It’s why he calls me Pops. I’m not his dad but I’m as close as he’ll ever have
and Mordred has never met his grandfather. Uther never gave a shit.”
Arthur sighed and titled his head away from Merlin, still not opening his eyes.
“When I finished uni I got a job away from Uther and I told him I was gay. He
told me he didn’t have a son. As soon as I could I changed my name from
Pendragon to my mother’s maiden name. I haven’t seen him since, until today.
And I don’t intend to see him again.”
Merlin was silent for a long time and when Arthur finally opened his eyes and
looked at his lover he could tell that Merlin was angry. “I’m sorry I stayed, I
wanted to support mum but I didn’t know- I knew things were difficult between
you and your father but I didn’t know they were that bad.”
Arthur smiled and moved forward to kiss Merlin. “Make me forget, Merlin. Make
me forget that my childhood was filled with bigoted rants about gays. Make me
forget that my father doesn’t love me, blames me for my mum’s death.”
Merlin’s breath hitched and his lips formed a cheeky smile. “Make you forget
how exactly?”
“Fuck me.”
Merlin nodded, “yes” and stood, taking Arthur’s hand and walked with him to
their bedroom. He shut the door gently behind him and faced Arthur who had
moved to sit the bed. Merlin unbuttoned his shirt and Arthur saw that
underneath he was wearing the red t-shirt Arthur had given him that first time
year.
He pulled that over his head before moving to stand between Arthur’s knees and
undoing his shirt, pressing kisses to the skin he uncovered. After sliding
Arthur’s shirt off, Merlin unbuttoned his trousers, pushing Arthur to lie on
his back and lifted his hips so Merlin could drag the trousers, and his
underwear, down his legs and off, after a brief struggle with Arthur’s shoes.
When Arthur was fully naked Merlin rushed to get the rest of his clothes off
and he tripped before scrambling up, face aflame with embarrassment.
Smiling softly Arthur moved to the middle of their bed. “Come here.” He spread
his legs letting Merlin lie between them, their cocks brushing as they lay
together kissing.
Stroking his hands up and down Merlin’s spine Arthur kissed his lover for long
moments before rolling over and getting off Merlin. He rummaged through the
bedside table drawer for condoms and a tube of lube. They weren’t new to the
sexual exploration of each other’s bodies. They had traded hand jobs and blow
jobs but they’d not had sex before and Arthur was worried he’d push Merlin into
it by asking so he hesitated.
“Arthur.” Merlin crawled forward and pressed kisses to his jaw. “I want this.”
Capturing Merlin’s lips in a fierce kiss was all the answer Arthur gave, he
pushed the lube into Merlin’s hand before pulling away and laying on his back,
legs spread and hips tilted. Merlin fumbled with the lube for a moment before
he bent down to suckle at the head of Arthur’s cock, tongue flicking out to
taste the pre-come as his finger pressed against Arthur’s entrance. “Put it
in,” Arthur gasped, a moment before Merlin slid a digit inside.
Thrusting his finger in and out of Arthur’s tight heat, Merlin nervously added
a second one, one Arthur told him to, lifting his face to watch Arthur’s. He
loved the way his lover arched and writhed on his fingers. “A- another one.
Fuck Merlin. More.”
Merlin roughly thrust three fingers into Arthur’s body, pausing as Arthur
clenched around his hand and let out a howl. Outside the bedroom, Alfie let out
an answering howl and they laughed gently, diffusing the tension.
“Scissor your fingers, Merlin,” Arthur instructed before ripping open the foil
of the condom packet.
He sat up slightly and pushed Merlin’s hand away from his arse, grabbing
Merlin’s hard cock and started to roll the condom onto it.
“Don’t.”
Arthur glanced at Merlin who said, “We’ve both been tested. We’re both clean. I
want to feel you and I want you to feel me.”
Groaning wantonly Arthur tossed the condom aside and guided Merlin’s hand, that
was slick with lube and together they pumped Merlin’s cock before he gasped,
“Enough.”
When the head of Merlin’s cock was poised at Arthur’s entrance he said, “Just,
go slow, okay?” Leaning forward Merlin kissed his lover swallowing his gasp as
Merlin’s cock breached his entrance. Pausing until Arthur nodded Merlin slid
slowly until his balls rested against Arthur’s arse. They kissed wetly until
Arthur clenched around Merlin who gasped and Arthur reached up and brushed his
fingers through Merlin’s hair, “Let go, Merlin. Fuck me, hard.”
Merlin pulled back sharply and thrust forward, hips snapping. The tightness of
Arthur’s channel and the heat must have been too overwhelming for Merlin as he
managed three hard thrusts before he was coming.
Groaning in frustration Arthur tugged at his own cock trying to reach his
release. Pulling out of Arthur Merlin immediately thrust three fingers into his
lover seeking out his prostate and rubbing at while he batted Arthur’s hand
away and took his lover’s cock into his mouth, silently apologising for not
taking care of him.
This was something Merlin knew how to do, and he swallowed Arthur down tonguing
at the head of Arthur’s cock. He recognised the breathy moans Arthur was making
and he pulled back so just the head was inside his mouth and he pressed down on
Arthur’s prostate continuously until his mouth was filled with the bitter taste
of Arthur’s come.
Swallowing down all that Arthur gave Merlin pulled off his cock and removed his
fingers before taking off the condom, tying it and tossing it towards the bin.
Merlin crawled up and lay exhausted on top of Arthur, nuzzling into Arthur’s
neck as his arms came around Merlin.
“That was amazing,” Arthur whispered sleepily into Merlin’s hair. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Merlin mumbled before he too fell asleep.
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