A memorable SuperBowl Sunday 2/2
Author: bunnysworld
Title: A memorable SuperBowl Sunday 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin, Gwaine, Leon and Percy
Summary: Merlin goes to a pub with Percy to watch the SuperBowl but there’s this loud prat at the table next to theirs
Warnings: not betaed yet, sowwy!
Word Count: 1879
Prompt: Photographs
Author's Notes: You didn’t really think I’d let you get away with only one meager drabble about the SuperBowl, did you? This got a bit out of hand and I hope it’s okay if I split this in two and pretend it’s two drabbles…*tries to look innocent* Written because I wanted to write and still can’t come up with a decent idea for Paperlegends and because millionstar seems to be having such a good time with me having a good time because of American football :)
No balls or nachos were harmed during the writing of this.
Merlin peeked over at Arthur’s table. The blokes talked but Merlin couldn’t make out what was said. And then Arthur looked up again. Damn, that guy was hot. Maybe it was the beers he’d already consumed or their rivalry, but Merlin felt quite horny all of a sudden.
“Order some nachos, Perce, I’ll be right back.”
Getting up, Merlin didn’t break eye-contact with the blond until he passed him on the way to the loos. He washed his hands and went into one of the stalls which he left unlocked. Smiling widely when he heard the door open, he cleared his throat to let Arthur know where he was.
The door swung open and Arthur squeezed into the stall with him, breathing heavier and glaring at him for a moment before crushing their lips together. Some frantic kissing and fumbling with belts later, Arthur spun Merlin around and tugged his jeans over his hips.
The teeth grazing Merlin’s neck drove him crazy, but a corner of his mind registered the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Oh, good. The bloke might have no clue about football, but at least he had some common sense.
Moaning loudly when he felt the wide dick breach him, Merlin shoved back. He didn’t care that there was hardly any preparation, he didn’t care that he didn’t know the guy, he didn’t care that he didn’t even like him, all he knew was that he wanted him this way.
His face pressed against the wall of the stall, he groaned when Arthur pumped into him quickly. He matched the rhythm stroke for stroke. There was grunting and moaning and the smell of sweat and quick sex and it turned Merlin on more than anything ever before. He knew he wouldn’t last and reached for his prick.
It only took him a few strokes and he came hard, clenching around the cock inside him. He always loved to feel men coming inside him, the way their dicks pulsed and shot and this was no different. And the way Arthur slumped against him, leaning his chin on his shoulder, panting hard wasn’t too bad either.
Slowly they recovered and rearranged their clothes. When they met again at the sinks, splashing their faces with water and washing their hands to stall time, neither of them spoke.
Merlin stole glimpsed of Arthur in the mirror. He really liked the flushed cheeks and how the sweaty strands of hair clung to his forehead. Damn, that was one thing he could get used to. But no, this was…Merlin didn’t want to think about what this was, dried his hands and made his way back to his table.
To his surprise, the other blokes had pushed their tables together and had a conversation going while the lights in the Superdome still weren’t back on. Percy was making cow-eyes at the bloke with the curls and the other guy was obviously telling a story.
“Is this my beer?” Merlin pointed to a glass and sat down casually as if nothing had happened.
The dark-haired one flashed him a knowing smile. “Yup. And the other one’s Arthur’s.” He pointed to the one that stood right next to it.
“Who?” Merlin took a sip and fixed his eyes on the screen where players were shown who tried to keep their muscles at working temperature.
“The bloke you just f….”
“Thank you, Gwaine.” Arthur slid into the chair next to Merlin and reached for his beer, downing the rest in one last gulp, signaling the waitress to bring the next round.
Merlin leaned back, his cheeks flaming. This was awkward. Aside from Percy, who was totally oblivious to stuff like that, everyone in the whole place seemed to know that they’d just shagged in the loos. But if Arthur was cool enough to go on like before, so was he.
The lights in the stadium came back and the game continued. Merlin was prepared for Arthur’s commentary, but nothing happened.
Once in a while he leaned over to ask how Merlin had seen a certain play or if he understood the rules correctly, which earned him surprised looks from everyone.
The game got thrilling again close to the end, so Merlin was happy when his Ravens finally won. The 49ers fans at their combined tables weren’t too sad about the loss and so everyone finished their beers. It was late - or rather early - and everyone was tired.
“Wait!” Leon, the tall one with the curly hair, pulled out his mobile. “Great Superbowl, new friends,” he slurred. “I need a photo of us!”
So everyone pulled out their mobiles and they took photos and handed their mobiles around so everyone could look at everybody’s photos.
Slowly walking to the exit, pulling their jackets on and wrapping their scarves around their necks, Merlin didn’t know what to say. Arthur hadn’t mentioned anything, but he wouldn’t have minded to see him again. But maybe it was better this way - a memorable Superbowl night and nothing more.
“We’re heading this way,” Merlin pointed to the right.
Gwaine pointed to the left and shrugged. “Great fun, fellas. Maybe we can repeat that…next Superbowl!” He laughed.
Percy smiled at Leon, obviously having been able to get his number. Merlin was happy for his friend.
He cleared his throat when he felt Arthur looking at him. “See you around, I guess.”
Arthur nodded. “Yeah, you’ll see me.”
They turned to walk in their respective directions and they hadn’t even rounded the corner when Merlin’s mobile beeped.
Game analysis over a drink. You. Me. Monday , 7 pm, MacKen’s. A
Title: A memorable SuperBowl Sunday 2/2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Arthur/Merlin, Gwaine, Leon and Percy
Summary: Merlin goes to a pub with Percy to watch the SuperBowl but there’s this loud prat at the table next to theirs
Warnings: not betaed yet, sowwy!
Word Count: 1879
Prompt: Photographs
Author's Notes: You didn’t really think I’d let you get away with only one meager drabble about the SuperBowl, did you? This got a bit out of hand and I hope it’s okay if I split this in two and pretend it’s two drabbles…*tries to look innocent* Written because I wanted to write and still can’t come up with a decent idea for Paperlegends and because millionstar seems to be having such a good time with me having a good time because of American football :)
No balls or nachos were harmed during the writing of this.
Merlin peeked over at Arthur’s table. The blokes talked but Merlin couldn’t make out what was said. And then Arthur looked up again. Damn, that guy was hot. Maybe it was the beers he’d already consumed or their rivalry, but Merlin felt quite horny all of a sudden.
“Order some nachos, Perce, I’ll be right back.”
Getting up, Merlin didn’t break eye-contact with the blond until he passed him on the way to the loos. He washed his hands and went into one of the stalls which he left unlocked. Smiling widely when he heard the door open, he cleared his throat to let Arthur know where he was.
The door swung open and Arthur squeezed into the stall with him, breathing heavier and glaring at him for a moment before crushing their lips together. Some frantic kissing and fumbling with belts later, Arthur spun Merlin around and tugged his jeans over his hips.
The teeth grazing Merlin’s neck drove him crazy, but a corner of his mind registered the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Oh, good. The bloke might have no clue about football, but at least he had some common sense.
Moaning loudly when he felt the wide dick breach him, Merlin shoved back. He didn’t care that there was hardly any preparation, he didn’t care that he didn’t know the guy, he didn’t care that he didn’t even like him, all he knew was that he wanted him this way.
His face pressed against the wall of the stall, he groaned when Arthur pumped into him quickly. He matched the rhythm stroke for stroke. There was grunting and moaning and the smell of sweat and quick sex and it turned Merlin on more than anything ever before. He knew he wouldn’t last and reached for his prick.
It only took him a few strokes and he came hard, clenching around the cock inside him. He always loved to feel men coming inside him, the way their dicks pulsed and shot and this was no different. And the way Arthur slumped against him, leaning his chin on his shoulder, panting hard wasn’t too bad either.
Slowly they recovered and rearranged their clothes. When they met again at the sinks, splashing their faces with water and washing their hands to stall time, neither of them spoke.
Merlin stole glimpsed of Arthur in the mirror. He really liked the flushed cheeks and how the sweaty strands of hair clung to his forehead. Damn, that was one thing he could get used to. But no, this was…Merlin didn’t want to think about what this was, dried his hands and made his way back to his table.
To his surprise, the other blokes had pushed their tables together and had a conversation going while the lights in the Superdome still weren’t back on. Percy was making cow-eyes at the bloke with the curls and the other guy was obviously telling a story.
“Is this my beer?” Merlin pointed to a glass and sat down casually as if nothing had happened.
The dark-haired one flashed him a knowing smile. “Yup. And the other one’s Arthur’s.” He pointed to the one that stood right next to it.
“Who?” Merlin took a sip and fixed his eyes on the screen where players were shown who tried to keep their muscles at working temperature.
“The bloke you just f….”
“Thank you, Gwaine.” Arthur slid into the chair next to Merlin and reached for his beer, downing the rest in one last gulp, signaling the waitress to bring the next round.
Merlin leaned back, his cheeks flaming. This was awkward. Aside from Percy, who was totally oblivious to stuff like that, everyone in the whole place seemed to know that they’d just shagged in the loos. But if Arthur was cool enough to go on like before, so was he.
The lights in the stadium came back and the game continued. Merlin was prepared for Arthur’s commentary, but nothing happened.
Once in a while he leaned over to ask how Merlin had seen a certain play or if he understood the rules correctly, which earned him surprised looks from everyone.
The game got thrilling again close to the end, so Merlin was happy when his Ravens finally won. The 49ers fans at their combined tables weren’t too sad about the loss and so everyone finished their beers. It was late - or rather early - and everyone was tired.
“Wait!” Leon, the tall one with the curly hair, pulled out his mobile. “Great Superbowl, new friends,” he slurred. “I need a photo of us!”
So everyone pulled out their mobiles and they took photos and handed their mobiles around so everyone could look at everybody’s photos.
Slowly walking to the exit, pulling their jackets on and wrapping their scarves around their necks, Merlin didn’t know what to say. Arthur hadn’t mentioned anything, but he wouldn’t have minded to see him again. But maybe it was better this way - a memorable Superbowl night and nothing more.
“We’re heading this way,” Merlin pointed to the right.
Gwaine pointed to the left and shrugged. “Great fun, fellas. Maybe we can repeat that…next Superbowl!” He laughed.
Percy smiled at Leon, obviously having been able to get his number. Merlin was happy for his friend.
He cleared his throat when he felt Arthur looking at him. “See you around, I guess.”
Arthur nodded. “Yeah, you’ll see me.”
They turned to walk in their respective directions and they hadn’t even rounded the corner when Merlin’s mobile beeped.
Game analysis over a drink. You. Me. Monday , 7 pm, MacKen’s. A