Fic: Arthur, the football twat
Title: Arthur Pendragon, the best boyfriend to ever walk the planet
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: University AU. First time! fail! sex
Warnings: none
Author's note: accio_owlpost was bugging me about not writing any Merlin fic lately, so this is the prompt she gave me: "Fail sex." And then our conversation kinda went like this:
"AU. Fail Sex. IDK age. No age difference. High School. British. University. Arthur’s sexuality is questionable. Dorm room. DUH. Merlin’s. Because Arthur’s flat smells permanently of sweaty socks and jock straps. Because he is giant football twat. No one catches them in flagrante. However, Merlin lives with Gwaine. Because Gwaine is a sexy mofo. But he tries to hump everything in sight. Like a horny dog. Hence the reason Merlin is not fucking him. Is this the first time they’ve attempted such an act? Yes. This is the first time they’ve taken it this far."
“This is weird.” Merlin says, shifting on Arthur’s lap for the umpteenth time.
“Which part?” Arthur asks.
They’re at Merlin’s flat, because Arthur’s smells permanently of sweaty socks and jock straps. Which is to be expected, seeing as Arthur is was no, still is a football twat. Just less of a twat. And he lives with other football twats. So it’s Merlin’s, until it becomes Merlin and Arthur’s. Someday.
Anyway, back to the present. Arthur has his hands down the back of Merlin’s jeans, gently kneading the globes of his ass like they’ve done so many times before. It’s not so much the position they’re in as much as what’s to come.
“I think it’s the fact that we’ve planned this.” Merlin says, leaning back, which effectively traps Arthur’s hands. “That there’s some sort of expectations we’re supposed to live up to.”
Arthur sighs. “Merlin, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I love you, very much.” I love you, too Merlin mutters. “And whatever we do tonight is up to you. If you don’t want to go through with this, that’s your choice. I’ll be here no matter what.”
Arthur’s words were comforting, if not totally cheesy, so Merlin clamped down on the nerves setting off butterflies in his stomach and let himself melt into Arthur’s hands again.
It’s been six months since Arthur shifted to ‘Arthur the football twat that always came in to the café on Merlin’s shift’ to ‘Arthur the football twat that asked Merlin on a date’ to now, hopefully permanently ‘Arthur, the best boyfriend to ever walk the planet.’ (Gwaine says otherwise, but he doesn’t count, considering he’s never had a relationship that has lasted past the hangover. That boy will seriously hump anything. Like a giant, horny dog with great abs.)
Six months, and they still haven’t done it. IT. So tonight had been designated the night. Merlin had conveniently gotten rid of Gwaine, bought a bottle of wine, even cleaned up a bit. (Read: shoved dirty clothes under the bed and vacuumed.)
Merlin grinds down harder into Arthur, lost in the wet heat of his mouth. He’s vaguely aware of leaving the couch, focused on Arthur’s strong arms around him and his mouth on Arthur’s neck. He doesn’t register ever being in the air until he’s being deposited very unceremoniously onto his mattress. He bounces for a second before Arthur’s there, on top of him and stealing his air straight out of his mouth.
They eventually get naked, flinging clothes around and ruining Merlin’s cleaning job. Arthur settles over Merlin again, kneeling between his thighs and bringing their hip flush. Merlin groans, bucking up into Arthur’s heat and weight. Arthur’s kissing his neck, licking and sucking bruises onto the pale skin of his throat, using his teeth over Merlin’s collarbone. Merlin is nervous and impatient, reaching into the bedside drawer and pressing the lube and condoms into Arthur’s hand.
Arthur snorts. “Impatient, are we?”
Merlin looks away, flushing. “Just get on with it.” He demands, spreading his legs a little more.
Arthur laughs and moves down the bed to push Merlin’s thighs higher. He slicks two fingers and traces Merlin’s hole with them. Merlin flinches. “It’s cold.”
“Sorry,” says Arthur, continuing to spread the lube. “It’ll warm up.” He looks up, eyebrow raised in question. Merlin gulps, and nods.
When the lube has warmed from his skin and Arthur’s hands, Arthur slowly pushes one finger inside of Merlin. It feels strange, wet and foreign, but he nods for Arthur to keep going. Arthur eventually works up to twisting three of his impossibly large fingers inside of Merlin, who’s panting and
lying uncharacteristically still on top of the sheets.
“Okay?” Arthur asks, concern pulling at his face.
Merlin nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think, I think I’m ready.” He manages to look convincing, so Arthur assents and rolls on a condom.
Arthur positions himself for the first thrust in. He pushes, slowly, watching the way Merlin’s breath stops cold in his chest, his face scrunched up tight in pain. “Merlin?”
“I’m fine,” Merlin gasps out, tugging at Arthur’s hip. “Keep going.”
“Okay, but you’ve got to relax, Merlin.” Arthur coaches softly. When Merlin finally lets out the breath he was holding, Arthur pushes until he’s full inside Merlin. Merlin’s eyes are shut tight, but the tears are leaking out the corners, spilling down his red cheeks. His chest is heaving, gulping in huge lungfuls of air. Arthur looks down and isn’t surprised to see Merlin’s previous erection lagging, lying soft against his stomach.
“Merlin,” Arthur reprimands softly. “I’m hurting you.” Arthur pulls out as gently as he can manage.
“No, Arthur-” Merlin starts to protest, but Arthur shushes him with a finger.
“I’m not going to do this if it’s hurting you.” Arthur lowers himself down next to Merlin, pulling off the condom and tossing it onto the floor.
“But-” Merlin starts again and Arthur pulls him close. Arthur tangles their legs together and kisses Merlin until they have no air left. Merlin relaxes against him, returning his kisses and caresses with enthusiasm.
Arthur slithers down Merlin’s body to take his cock into his mouth, hard and leaking once more. Merlin starts to protest as he gets closer to his orgasm, but Arthur merely hums around him and brings him off, swallowing him all down until he’s starting to go soft again.
“What about you?” Merlin asks as Arthur pushes up to lean over him. Arthur guides Merlin’s hand to his own cock, and they both jerk him until Arthur is gasping and spilling hotly over their fingers and onto Merlin’s stomach.
Afterwards, Arthur flops down by Merlin’s side, curling lazily around him. “Mmm, alright, there?” He asks.
“Yeah, m’great.” Merlin huffs out a sigh, which turns into a soft chuckle. “Jesus, fuck,” Merlin throws an arm over his eyes. “We didn’t even-”
Arthur props himself up on his elbow to look down at Merlin. “It’s fine, stop it.” He leans over to kiss him soundly. “We’ll try again next time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Merlin agrees. Arthur grins at him and pulls him close, kissing him soundly before going to the bathroom to clean up. When he returns, Merlin’s got most of his higher brain function back, grinning lazily up at him while he wipes Merlin down with a soft warm cloth.
“What?” Arthur asks.
“Nothing,” Merlin whispers, still grinning. “You’re just the best boyfriend ever.” Merlin reaches up to card his fingers through Arthur’s hair.
Arthur smiles. “I love you, too.”
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1200
Summary: University AU. First time! fail! sex
Warnings: none
Author's note: accio_owlpost was bugging me about not writing any Merlin fic lately, so this is the prompt she gave me: "Fail sex." And then our conversation kinda went like this:
"AU. Fail Sex. IDK age. No age difference. High School. British. University. Arthur’s sexuality is questionable. Dorm room. DUH. Merlin’s. Because Arthur’s flat smells permanently of sweaty socks and jock straps. Because he is giant football twat. No one catches them in flagrante. However, Merlin lives with Gwaine. Because Gwaine is a sexy mofo. But he tries to hump everything in sight. Like a horny dog. Hence the reason Merlin is not fucking him. Is this the first time they’ve attempted such an act? Yes. This is the first time they’ve taken it this far."
“This is weird.” Merlin says, shifting on Arthur’s lap for the umpteenth time.
“Which part?” Arthur asks.
They’re at Merlin’s flat, because Arthur’s smells permanently of sweaty socks and jock straps. Which is to be expected, seeing as Arthur is was no, still is a football twat. Just less of a twat. And he lives with other football twats. So it’s Merlin’s, until it becomes Merlin and Arthur’s. Someday.
Anyway, back to the present. Arthur has his hands down the back of Merlin’s jeans, gently kneading the globes of his ass like they’ve done so many times before. It’s not so much the position they’re in as much as what’s to come.
“I think it’s the fact that we’ve planned this.” Merlin says, leaning back, which effectively traps Arthur’s hands. “That there’s some sort of expectations we’re supposed to live up to.”
Arthur sighs. “Merlin, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. I love you, very much.” I love you, too Merlin mutters. “And whatever we do tonight is up to you. If you don’t want to go through with this, that’s your choice. I’ll be here no matter what.”
Arthur’s words were comforting, if not totally cheesy, so Merlin clamped down on the nerves setting off butterflies in his stomach and let himself melt into Arthur’s hands again.
It’s been six months since Arthur shifted to ‘Arthur the football twat that always came in to the café on Merlin’s shift’ to ‘Arthur the football twat that asked Merlin on a date’ to now, hopefully permanently ‘Arthur, the best boyfriend to ever walk the planet.’ (Gwaine says otherwise, but he doesn’t count, considering he’s never had a relationship that has lasted past the hangover. That boy will seriously hump anything. Like a giant, horny dog with great abs.)
Six months, and they still haven’t done it. IT. So tonight had been designated the night. Merlin had conveniently gotten rid of Gwaine, bought a bottle of wine, even cleaned up a bit. (Read: shoved dirty clothes under the bed and vacuumed.)
Merlin grinds down harder into Arthur, lost in the wet heat of his mouth. He’s vaguely aware of leaving the couch, focused on Arthur’s strong arms around him and his mouth on Arthur’s neck. He doesn’t register ever being in the air until he’s being deposited very unceremoniously onto his mattress. He bounces for a second before Arthur’s there, on top of him and stealing his air straight out of his mouth.
They eventually get naked, flinging clothes around and ruining Merlin’s cleaning job. Arthur settles over Merlin again, kneeling between his thighs and bringing their hip flush. Merlin groans, bucking up into Arthur’s heat and weight. Arthur’s kissing his neck, licking and sucking bruises onto the pale skin of his throat, using his teeth over Merlin’s collarbone. Merlin is nervous and impatient, reaching into the bedside drawer and pressing the lube and condoms into Arthur’s hand.
Arthur snorts. “Impatient, are we?”
Merlin looks away, flushing. “Just get on with it.” He demands, spreading his legs a little more.
Arthur laughs and moves down the bed to push Merlin’s thighs higher. He slicks two fingers and traces Merlin’s hole with them. Merlin flinches. “It’s cold.”
“Sorry,” says Arthur, continuing to spread the lube. “It’ll warm up.” He looks up, eyebrow raised in question. Merlin gulps, and nods.
When the lube has warmed from his skin and Arthur’s hands, Arthur slowly pushes one finger inside of Merlin. It feels strange, wet and foreign, but he nods for Arthur to keep going. Arthur eventually works up to twisting three of his impossibly large fingers inside of Merlin, who’s panting and
lying uncharacteristically still on top of the sheets.
“Okay?” Arthur asks, concern pulling at his face.
Merlin nods, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think, I think I’m ready.” He manages to look convincing, so Arthur assents and rolls on a condom.
Arthur positions himself for the first thrust in. He pushes, slowly, watching the way Merlin’s breath stops cold in his chest, his face scrunched up tight in pain. “Merlin?”
“I’m fine,” Merlin gasps out, tugging at Arthur’s hip. “Keep going.”
“Okay, but you’ve got to relax, Merlin.” Arthur coaches softly. When Merlin finally lets out the breath he was holding, Arthur pushes until he’s full inside Merlin. Merlin’s eyes are shut tight, but the tears are leaking out the corners, spilling down his red cheeks. His chest is heaving, gulping in huge lungfuls of air. Arthur looks down and isn’t surprised to see Merlin’s previous erection lagging, lying soft against his stomach.
“Merlin,” Arthur reprimands softly. “I’m hurting you.” Arthur pulls out as gently as he can manage.
“No, Arthur-” Merlin starts to protest, but Arthur shushes him with a finger.
“I’m not going to do this if it’s hurting you.” Arthur lowers himself down next to Merlin, pulling off the condom and tossing it onto the floor.
“But-” Merlin starts again and Arthur pulls him close. Arthur tangles their legs together and kisses Merlin until they have no air left. Merlin relaxes against him, returning his kisses and caresses with enthusiasm.
Arthur slithers down Merlin’s body to take his cock into his mouth, hard and leaking once more. Merlin starts to protest as he gets closer to his orgasm, but Arthur merely hums around him and brings him off, swallowing him all down until he’s starting to go soft again.
“What about you?” Merlin asks as Arthur pushes up to lean over him. Arthur guides Merlin’s hand to his own cock, and they both jerk him until Arthur is gasping and spilling hotly over their fingers and onto Merlin’s stomach.
Afterwards, Arthur flops down by Merlin’s side, curling lazily around him. “Mmm, alright, there?” He asks.
“Yeah, m’great.” Merlin huffs out a sigh, which turns into a soft chuckle. “Jesus, fuck,” Merlin throws an arm over his eyes. “We didn’t even-”
Arthur props himself up on his elbow to look down at Merlin. “It’s fine, stop it.” He leans over to kiss him soundly. “We’ll try again next time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Merlin agrees. Arthur grins at him and pulls him close, kissing him soundly before going to the bathroom to clean up. When he returns, Merlin’s got most of his higher brain function back, grinning lazily up at him while he wipes Merlin down with a soft warm cloth.
“What?” Arthur asks.
“Nothing,” Merlin whispers, still grinning. “You’re just the best boyfriend ever.” Merlin reaches up to card his fingers through Arthur’s hair.
Arthur smiles. “I love you, too.”