Solstice
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Solstice
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary:. Merlin takes Arthur to Stonehenge to watch the sun rise on the Solstice. Never mind that Arthur had some ridiculous notion about orgies and standing stones and the rising sun.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 985
Camelot_drabble # 557: Exhaustion
Author’s notes: Modern AU, no magic. Playing with words here. Edging is different than taking the edge off. Edging is the practice of engaging in sexual stimulation to the point of ejaculation before stopping and starting again. It involves cycles of stimulation that can lead some people to a more intense orgasm.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Knackered, Merlin was already regretting telling Arthur about Stonehenge.
The posh git, much as Merlin liked him and he liked him quite a lot, was woefully misguided about some things. Sometimes Merlin wondered if he had been brought up by wolves or maybe insane nannies but more likely, with him used to money and privilege and a plethora of tutors, Arthur hadn’t paid much attention to ordinary things.
Although how he could have missed the whole Solstice debacle with fake Druids and Stonehenge overrun with crowds every year was beyond Merlin.
At least Merlin did try to disabuse him of the idea that the hordes of people at Stonehenge were only there to greet the sun’s rise and then party until everyone got drunk and ran around naked and had orgies among the stones.
But when Merlin told him that there were no orgies, that some people actually found meaning in the first rays of the sun appearing between the stones, Arthur brushed him off and insisted that they find out for themselves. About the orgies or maybe Druidic magic or some such rot.
Merlin just rolled his eyes.
Still, Merlin was always a fool when it came to Arthur and the git actually talked Merlin into going.
So, rising well before dawn, driving to Stonehenge, parking far, far from the stones and having to walk a mile or more just to watch the damn sunrise with the other thousands of people when Merlin could be cosy and warm and asleep in his flat, Merlin was a bit grumpy about it.
Arthur owed him big time.
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Not willing to admit that Arthur had been right, the feeling of awe as the dawn sun coated the stones in light left Merlin breathless. There was something there, the hush of the crowd turning into joy, the growing enthusiasm as the Druids greeted the sun, laughter and dancing and yes even a bit of almost nakedness. Merlin’s exhaustion turned into excitement, for a little while, before grogginess set back in.
As Merlin began to sway, wondering if he could sleep-walk back to the car or would Arthur just leave him there in the trampled grass, Arthur grabbed him, putting one arm around Merlin’s waist, and began to frog-march him forward. “I guess no orgies this year?” Arthur said, his voice soft in Merlin’s ear.
“A bunch of strangers humping the stones and moaning in the cold grass? Nah. Give me a warm bed any day. And you?” Merlin mumbled, half-unconscious from not enough sleep.
Arthur stopped at that, looking a bit startled, then grinned. Not that Merlin noticed because his eyes were unfocused and that grass was looking more and more comfortable by the minute. Still, through the brain fog, he heard Arthur say, “Took you long enough.”
To do what? Walk back to the car?
“Although I could warm you up right here, cold grass or not.” With that, Arthur gave a little laugh, and pulled Merlin closer.
What?
Before he could ask what Arthur was going on about, Arthur’s admittedly coldish nose was nuzzling behind Merlin’s ear, and there was a scrap of teeth against his skin. Then Arthur murmured, soft and breathy, “But I do prefer a warm bed myself. With you in it.”
Oh. Oh. OH.
Unlike those silly rom-coms where everything was roses and flying bluebirds, instead Merlin stumbled on some wet grass, pulling them both down. They tumbled a bit, rolling in the dew, Arthur hard on top of Merlin and a damn rock under Merlin’s spine, but he didn’t care because Arthur was laughing and kissing him and laughing again. “So cold grass it is.”
After a few really spectacular thrusts of Arthur’s hips against Merlin’s, the kisses between them filthy as fuck, growing hard even with strangers walked past them and muttered about getting a room, Merlin’s brain finally caught up with him. “Wait, wait, we can’t do this here.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying, although aren’t we honouring the Sun by ploughing and spreading our seed earthward?” With that, Arthur snapped his hips against Merlin’s hard cock.
“What have you been reading? Some ancient aliens shit?” With that, Merlin scrambled up, trying to will down his very obvious erection. “We are not ploughing anything. The English Heritage people would have our heads.” He looked around, the crowds thinning now, and paying less attention to them and more just hurrying to get to the parking lot. “I said warm bed, not cold, wet, annoying grass. And rocks. I’ll be bruised for a month.
”
Arthur was looking a bit pouty at that and Merlin could never resist that red mouth of Arthur’s. Reaching over, turning Arthur around and starting for Arthur’s car, Merlin said, “Look, so, we have two choices or maybe three. Your flat, with that ridiculously large bed of yours, or the back of your car to take the edge off and then bed or… we could forget this ever happened and blame it on Stonehenge?”
“Stonehenge is a national treasure,” Arthur said, a cheeky grin and one raised eyebrow taunting Merlin. “I do love a bit of edging, myself.”
Gods above, Merlin loved edging, too, and beds and rolling around with Arthur in him and on him and bruises the next day to remind him of what they’d done or would do.
With that, Merlin reached over, grabbing Arthur’s hand, and tugging. “So edge off first and then bed. And then maybe edging and more…?”
Arthur pulled him into another indecent kiss, then letting go, started running toward the car. “Race you. Winner gets first dibs on who takes the edge off whom.” With that, he sprinted away, the idiotic git, leaving Merlin to shake his head and start to follow.
Merlin knew better. It didn’t matter who would win and who would lose because Merlin had already won.
And best of all, his exhaustion was gone.
Title: Solstice
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary:. Merlin takes Arthur to Stonehenge to watch the sun rise on the Solstice. Never mind that Arthur had some ridiculous notion about orgies and standing stones and the rising sun.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 985
Camelot_drabble # 557: Exhaustion
Author’s notes: Modern AU, no magic. Playing with words here. Edging is different than taking the edge off. Edging is the practice of engaging in sexual stimulation to the point of ejaculation before stopping and starting again. It involves cycles of stimulation that can lead some people to a more intense orgasm.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Knackered, Merlin was already regretting telling Arthur about Stonehenge.
The posh git, much as Merlin liked him and he liked him quite a lot, was woefully misguided about some things. Sometimes Merlin wondered if he had been brought up by wolves or maybe insane nannies but more likely, with him used to money and privilege and a plethora of tutors, Arthur hadn’t paid much attention to ordinary things.
Although how he could have missed the whole Solstice debacle with fake Druids and Stonehenge overrun with crowds every year was beyond Merlin.
At least Merlin did try to disabuse him of the idea that the hordes of people at Stonehenge were only there to greet the sun’s rise and then party until everyone got drunk and ran around naked and had orgies among the stones.
But when Merlin told him that there were no orgies, that some people actually found meaning in the first rays of the sun appearing between the stones, Arthur brushed him off and insisted that they find out for themselves. About the orgies or maybe Druidic magic or some such rot.
Merlin just rolled his eyes.
Still, Merlin was always a fool when it came to Arthur and the git actually talked Merlin into going.
So, rising well before dawn, driving to Stonehenge, parking far, far from the stones and having to walk a mile or more just to watch the damn sunrise with the other thousands of people when Merlin could be cosy and warm and asleep in his flat, Merlin was a bit grumpy about it.
Arthur owed him big time.
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Not willing to admit that Arthur had been right, the feeling of awe as the dawn sun coated the stones in light left Merlin breathless. There was something there, the hush of the crowd turning into joy, the growing enthusiasm as the Druids greeted the sun, laughter and dancing and yes even a bit of almost nakedness. Merlin’s exhaustion turned into excitement, for a little while, before grogginess set back in.
As Merlin began to sway, wondering if he could sleep-walk back to the car or would Arthur just leave him there in the trampled grass, Arthur grabbed him, putting one arm around Merlin’s waist, and began to frog-march him forward. “I guess no orgies this year?” Arthur said, his voice soft in Merlin’s ear.
“A bunch of strangers humping the stones and moaning in the cold grass? Nah. Give me a warm bed any day. And you?” Merlin mumbled, half-unconscious from not enough sleep.
Arthur stopped at that, looking a bit startled, then grinned. Not that Merlin noticed because his eyes were unfocused and that grass was looking more and more comfortable by the minute. Still, through the brain fog, he heard Arthur say, “Took you long enough.”
To do what? Walk back to the car?
“Although I could warm you up right here, cold grass or not.” With that, Arthur gave a little laugh, and pulled Merlin closer.
What?
Before he could ask what Arthur was going on about, Arthur’s admittedly coldish nose was nuzzling behind Merlin’s ear, and there was a scrap of teeth against his skin. Then Arthur murmured, soft and breathy, “But I do prefer a warm bed myself. With you in it.”
Oh. Oh. OH.
Unlike those silly rom-coms where everything was roses and flying bluebirds, instead Merlin stumbled on some wet grass, pulling them both down. They tumbled a bit, rolling in the dew, Arthur hard on top of Merlin and a damn rock under Merlin’s spine, but he didn’t care because Arthur was laughing and kissing him and laughing again. “So cold grass it is.”
After a few really spectacular thrusts of Arthur’s hips against Merlin’s, the kisses between them filthy as fuck, growing hard even with strangers walked past them and muttered about getting a room, Merlin’s brain finally caught up with him. “Wait, wait, we can’t do this here.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying, although aren’t we honouring the Sun by ploughing and spreading our seed earthward?” With that, Arthur snapped his hips against Merlin’s hard cock.
“What have you been reading? Some ancient aliens shit?” With that, Merlin scrambled up, trying to will down his very obvious erection. “We are not ploughing anything. The English Heritage people would have our heads.” He looked around, the crowds thinning now, and paying less attention to them and more just hurrying to get to the parking lot. “I said warm bed, not cold, wet, annoying grass. And rocks. I’ll be bruised for a month.
”
Arthur was looking a bit pouty at that and Merlin could never resist that red mouth of Arthur’s. Reaching over, turning Arthur around and starting for Arthur’s car, Merlin said, “Look, so, we have two choices or maybe three. Your flat, with that ridiculously large bed of yours, or the back of your car to take the edge off and then bed or… we could forget this ever happened and blame it on Stonehenge?”
“Stonehenge is a national treasure,” Arthur said, a cheeky grin and one raised eyebrow taunting Merlin. “I do love a bit of edging, myself.”
Gods above, Merlin loved edging, too, and beds and rolling around with Arthur in him and on him and bruises the next day to remind him of what they’d done or would do.
With that, Merlin reached over, grabbing Arthur’s hand, and tugging. “So edge off first and then bed. And then maybe edging and more…?”
Arthur pulled him into another indecent kiss, then letting go, started running toward the car. “Race you. Winner gets first dibs on who takes the edge off whom.” With that, he sprinted away, the idiotic git, leaving Merlin to shake his head and start to follow.
Merlin knew better. It didn’t matter who would win and who would lose because Merlin had already won.
And best of all, his exhaustion was gone.