Merlin is not for lewds

'The biggest problem when Merlin masturbates is the gasps. Yes, it has to be the gasps that are the worst part.'

 

As an ace pilot, Frank Bishop's senses were in top form at all times of the day. It could be a knife-fight under heavy cloud cover with gusting winds and enemy ECM up to the neck, but by god he was going to make contact every time. He was a master at plane-spotting. Yes, good old planes.

 

Thinking about planes was very comforting, as Frank would rather be anywhere than in this room, listening to Merlin gasp desperately as she... uh, scratched an itch.

 

"Hah... ah... ah... hmmm..."

 

Smooth, evenly-paced breaths floated cutely from Merlin's  mouth, across the room, and into Frank's ears. The sound of her panting was quieter than the rustling of her sheets, unsubtle as they were

 

For a moment, Frank considered considering that Merlin was just having a nightmare. Every night. For the past two days.

 

'What am I doing?' mused Frank. 'I know exactly what she's doing. There's no point beating around the b- NO! BAD THOUGHT!'

 

Mental reprimands aside, there really wasn't any way around it. He wasn't sure whether Merlin knew that her partner could hear her, but at this point, it wasn't important to her.

 

'Actually, wait, it is kind of important. If she knows I'm awake... oh god, please stop, boner. I don't want to have these thoughts about Merlin. Let her have her fun time, it's perfectly harmless and if she doesn't know I know, then there's nothing-'

 

"Frank... haa..."

 

THIS was new. Frank's cock briefly swelled to War Emergency Power before his higher-thinking processes regained control, granting him a wide variety of rational options to pick from.

 

'>OH GOD SHE KNOWS RUN TO THE SHADOWS AND PRETEND YOU AREN'T THERE'

'>Don't be such a pansy, she's just fantasizing about you.'

'>OH GOD SHE'S FANTASIZING ABOUT YOU THAT'S ARGUABLY WORSE'

 

Frank picked the middle option, mostly since that involved not panicking. He wanted very much to not panic right at that moment, because his dick was currently trying to wrest control back from the thinky parts of his brain and walk over to Merlin's bed and between her legs. Which would be bad.

 

Another bad thing was that Merlin was picking up the pace. A quiet but very, very persistent wet sound was now audible, and her gasping was speeding up as well.

 

"Ahh... ah... ah... ha... Fr-... an-... k..."

 

'No no no nononono this is too much! New plan: make myself pass out for just long enough to not hear her anymore."

Remembering the basics of nonlethal holds, Frank took his undershirt that he wore to bed and tightened its collar around his neck. With luck, this blood choke would render him unconscious in short order, which would release his muscles, and in the down time Merlin would finish. It was admittedly a terrible plan, but every other plan involved masturbating to Merlin or fucking her right there on the spot.

 

There was but one flaw with his plan. He was now suffering the effects of autoerotic asphyxia. Frank Bishop was a manly sonnovabitch and his muscles did their job a bit too well, and now with most of the blood in his body going to his dick, his brain was a little too low on oxygen. The intense waves of pleasure coupled with the agony of holding in his raging member's fury assailed him mercilessly, trapping him in an eternal moment of pure unadulterated ecstasy.

 

'oh god oh man this is bad this is bad I can't hold it in SAM I'M SO Soorrrrrr-'

 

The last thing Frank heard, just an instant before he blacked out, was a moan, loud in the quiet room, pure and girlish as the young woman it came from. He wouldn't ever know it, but he came at the very moment that Merlin did.

 

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Commander Tabitha 'Icelady' Kazinski was extremely displeased, to say the least. Frank Bishop was supposed to be the glue that kept Spellcaster together, and here he was, lying like an idiot in the infirmary. To come so close to death like that, and in such a manner, was unbecoming of him.

 

Ice sighed. It's hard to blame someone for a freak accident. Honestly, he was lucky to be alive.

 

She turned to Merlin, standing next to Frank's quietly breathing body. "Frank owes you his life, Samantha. He'd be the first to admit it if it were any theater of battle, but he would have choked to death if you hadn't unstuck his undershirt."

 

Merlin blushed, and quietly brushed Frank's hair with her hand. "I had no idea that he had it so hard... I thought he was just having nightmares or something."

 

She put her chin on Frank's bed, and looked down. "Is... is it okay if I just stay in here with Frank? Alone?"

 

"You don't even have to ask, kiddo. I need to go write a very angry letter to the people in charge of installing the beds around here. I'll be just around the corner if you need me, okay Sam?"

 

As Tabitha walked out the door, her eye caught Merlin one last time. The poor kid. Frank really means the world to her. You can see her devotion in her eyes.

 

Ice smiled and walked away, and said over her shoulder, "Frank's really lucky to have a girl like you, Sam."

 

Though Ice couldn't see her, Merlin smiled quietly, her face still flushed pink. She licked her lips once, slowly, and put her index finger and thumb to her lips. Seemingly satisfied, Merlin rested her head gently on Frank's hip.

 

As she closed her eyes and sleep began to set in, Merlin whispered to herself, "I know. I know he is."