FIC, Fuck Truck Episode 32: Merlin, NC-17
Title: Fuck Truck Episode 32: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin/Lancelot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Arthur and Lancelot own an amateur porn site. A slutty, slutty AU.
Warnings: Double penetration, size kink, jealous!Arthur, dirty talk, creampie
Word count: 1,390 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s note: So I didn’t think I liked Arthur/Merlin/Lancelot, except apparently my porn muse likes to fuck with me and said Write it, write it! Make them have sex in the back of a van! So, er. I did. Many thanks to kick_flaw for the wonderful beta and the title! #smishes#
“Dibs,” said Arthur.
“You can’t call dibs, I saw him first!” said Lancelot.
“Should’ve spoken up sooner, then,” Arthur told him, smug.
“Just for that I hope he’s straight,” said Lancelot.
“You’re kidding,” said Arthur. “Did you see his scarf?”
“Okay,” said Lancelot, conceding the point. The scarf was pretty gay. “But we don’t know yet whether he prefers blonds or brunets.”
Merlin, as it turned out, preferred both.
*
“Fuck,” said Arthur, thumb jabbing at the camcorder’s zoom button, capturing a wobbly close-up of his cock pushing huge and slippery into Merlin’s arsehole.
Merlin (on his hands and knees on a ratty gray blanket laid out over the floor, rocking his body back into Arthur’s) moaned in agreement, inarticulate, muffled by Lancelot’s balls in his mouth.
This wasn’t how they usually did things.
Usually Arthur fucked the twink-of-the-week and Lancelot filmed it-or vice-versa-but when they’d asked Merlin which one of them he wanted he’d looked them both up and down, very deliberately, and grinned (he had dimples, Arthur noticed, and his eyes were very blue) and said, “I can’t choose. You’ll just have to share me,” and that had been the end of that.
Which explained how they’d ended up parked on the shoulder of a rarely-used side road, in the back of Arthur’s beat-up van with the blacked-out windows and Arthur’s cock crammed hot and deep inside Merlin’s arsehole, Lancelot’s prick getting the five-star treatment from Merlin’s pretty mouth: red now, and swollen, wet with spit and precome. Arthur kind of wanted to lick at it, to kiss him, but he didn’t because that would be weird.
Arthur fucked boys in the Fuck Truck (which wasn’t really a truck, but whatever, this was amateur porn, nobody cared), but he didn’t kiss them. Had never wanted to kiss them, no matter how lovely their lips had looked wrapped around his prick or mouthing profanities when they came. He ignored the inclination now.
“Here, hold this,” said Arthur, handing the camcorder to Lancelot, who was probably going to film Merlin licking up the length of his cock, looking up through his eyelashes at him and smiling (sort of wickedly; pleased) before swallowing as much of it as he could fit. Arthur grabbed either side of Merlin’s hips and tried to make him forget that there was anything in the world other than Arthur’s hands pulling him back onto Arthur’s cock, Arthur’s tongue lapping sweat from the knobs of Merlin’s spine, Arthur on him, inside him, rubbing against Merlin’s prostate like he honestly meant to kill Merlin just with that.
Merlin gasped and lost his concentration, dropped his weight down onto his elbows to get a better angle-to-to-oh-and Lancelot said, “Hey, my turn-” and Arthur said, “Like hell, I’m not done yet,” and Merlin said, breathless, “Y’know, I can-uh, fuck-I can take you both.”
Arthur and Lancelot paused.
Lancelot said, “Seriously? You can do that?” and Arthur looked dubiously at the little ring of Merlin’s arsehole clenched around his cock.
Merlin threw a look at him from over his shoulder and said (smiling, of course-Arthur had known Merlin less than an hour and already he knew the idiot was ungodly cheerful), “I’m a lot more resilient than you might think.”
Lancelot looked at Arthur too, and Arthur realized after a moment that they were waiting for him to make the decision.
And Arthur said-maybe just to prove Merlin wrong, maybe because he wanted to see if they could do it, wanted to see that tiny little hole stuffed too-full of cock, stretched out and aching, maybe, Arthur didn’t know-Arthur said, “Okay. Let’s try it.”
Arthur had Merlin get up off his elbows, kneeling upright with Arthur behind him (Arthur’s front pressed to Merlin’s back, Arthur’s arm bracing Merlin’s thin chest), and Arthur scraped his teeth (very gently) against the column of Merlin’s throat, against his nape and the sensitive bit of skin just behind Merlin’s ear. Merlin sighed when he did that; leaned his head back against Arthur’s shoulder and let Arthur suck a hickey onto his neck, let Arthur pinch and rub at his nipples-Merlin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, one arm curved upward behind him so he could thread his fingers into Arthur’s hair and the other hand resting on Arthur’s wrist where Arthur was jacking at Merlin’s prick.
“I’m gonna put my fingers in alongside my cock in a minute,” Arthur said into Merlin’s ear (not for the camera; private) “I’m gonna fuck you open on those, get you all loose and then I’m gonna take them out again, and you’re gonna want them back except you won’t have time to miss them because then I’m gonna have Lance push his cock in and you’re gonna ride us, ride our two cocks together and it might hurt and it might feel like you can’t stand it but I’m gonna make you like it. I’m gonna make you feel it all week,” and Merlin said, “Yes, yes, please-”, fingers tightening in Arthur’s hair and against his wrist.
Arthur made him lie down on his back, then; Merlin hooked his hands under his knees, holding his legs up, and Arthur pressed his cock back into him and added a lube-slick finger after that.
“Jesus,” said Lancelot, choked, tugging at his cock all thick and flushed and rigid as Arthur slid a second finger in Merlin’s arse: when Arthur cupped Merlin’s balls and lifted them to show off his thick shaft and fingers held tight in Merlin’s body.
After the third finger, Merlin squirmed and said, “Now, please, give it to me,” and Arthur leaned back on his knees and hauled Merlin up with him, Merlin straddling his lap.
Lancelot shuffled forward and pushed his cock into Merlin’s arsehole (slowly) and Merlin whimpered and clutched at Arthur’s shoulders and Arthur couldn’t help it, he couldn’t, he didn’t even think about it before he kissed him, and by the time he’d realized what he was doing it was already too late.
By then Merlin had already opened for him, had accepted Arthur’s tongue into his mouth and Arthur didn’t want to stop anyway, didn’t want to forget this boy’s soft lips or the sound he made when Arthur rubbed his fingertip against his arsehole, stretched so wide now around two cocks.
Arthur only moved when he knew Merlin could take it-when Merlin had relaxed enough that he knew it was safe. Arthur curled his hands on Merlin’s hips and Lancelot fumbled the camcorder onto the mount they’d jury-rigged onto the van’s side door and put his hands on Merlin’s waist.
Merlin was so skinny, Arthur thought. Their hands looked enormous on him.
Together they lifted him up a little (it was easy) and pulled him back down, up and down and up and down onto their cocks and they weren’t quite synched at first but they got better-got a rhythm going. Merlin panted between their chests, hot breaths exhaled against Arthur’s shoulder as he jerked himself and Arthur and Lancelot manhandled him onto their pricks and then he cried out and Arthur thought for an awful second that they’d hurt him, that it had been too much, but then he felt the wetness spurting and spurting against his stomach and chest and realized that Merlin was coming.
Merlin was coming and his whole body was clenching up under the force of it, the muscles of his stomach fluttering (Arthur knew because he spread his palm against Merlin’s abdomen, felt it tense) as he squeezed Arthur and Lancelot’s cocks together inside him, and that was it for Arthur, all he needed was a-was a little more, a few short thrusts and that would do it.
It threw the rhythm off but Arthur didn’t care because his cock was pulsing in Merlin’s arse, he was pushing in in in and his orgasm was hot inside Merlin, smeared all over his cock and Lance’s too, was dripping out all filthylovely and white down Merlin’s thighs and they stayed like that while Lance fucked into Merlin’s arse, erratic-drove himself into that impossibly tiny space and when Lance came a minute later he grabbed the camera and filmed it: recorded Merlin’s sticky, sloppy hole all wet with come.
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin/Lancelot
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Arthur and Lancelot own an amateur porn site. A slutty, slutty AU.
Warnings: Double penetration, size kink, jealous!Arthur, dirty talk, creampie
Word count: 1,390 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Author’s note: So I didn’t think I liked Arthur/Merlin/Lancelot, except apparently my porn muse likes to fuck with me and said Write it, write it! Make them have sex in the back of a van! So, er. I did. Many thanks to kick_flaw for the wonderful beta and the title! #smishes#
“Dibs,” said Arthur.
“You can’t call dibs, I saw him first!” said Lancelot.
“Should’ve spoken up sooner, then,” Arthur told him, smug.
“Just for that I hope he’s straight,” said Lancelot.
“You’re kidding,” said Arthur. “Did you see his scarf?”
“Okay,” said Lancelot, conceding the point. The scarf was pretty gay. “But we don’t know yet whether he prefers blonds or brunets.”
Merlin, as it turned out, preferred both.
*
“Fuck,” said Arthur, thumb jabbing at the camcorder’s zoom button, capturing a wobbly close-up of his cock pushing huge and slippery into Merlin’s arsehole.
Merlin (on his hands and knees on a ratty gray blanket laid out over the floor, rocking his body back into Arthur’s) moaned in agreement, inarticulate, muffled by Lancelot’s balls in his mouth.
This wasn’t how they usually did things.
Usually Arthur fucked the twink-of-the-week and Lancelot filmed it-or vice-versa-but when they’d asked Merlin which one of them he wanted he’d looked them both up and down, very deliberately, and grinned (he had dimples, Arthur noticed, and his eyes were very blue) and said, “I can’t choose. You’ll just have to share me,” and that had been the end of that.
Which explained how they’d ended up parked on the shoulder of a rarely-used side road, in the back of Arthur’s beat-up van with the blacked-out windows and Arthur’s cock crammed hot and deep inside Merlin’s arsehole, Lancelot’s prick getting the five-star treatment from Merlin’s pretty mouth: red now, and swollen, wet with spit and precome. Arthur kind of wanted to lick at it, to kiss him, but he didn’t because that would be weird.
Arthur fucked boys in the Fuck Truck (which wasn’t really a truck, but whatever, this was amateur porn, nobody cared), but he didn’t kiss them. Had never wanted to kiss them, no matter how lovely their lips had looked wrapped around his prick or mouthing profanities when they came. He ignored the inclination now.
“Here, hold this,” said Arthur, handing the camcorder to Lancelot, who was probably going to film Merlin licking up the length of his cock, looking up through his eyelashes at him and smiling (sort of wickedly; pleased) before swallowing as much of it as he could fit. Arthur grabbed either side of Merlin’s hips and tried to make him forget that there was anything in the world other than Arthur’s hands pulling him back onto Arthur’s cock, Arthur’s tongue lapping sweat from the knobs of Merlin’s spine, Arthur on him, inside him, rubbing against Merlin’s prostate like he honestly meant to kill Merlin just with that.
Merlin gasped and lost his concentration, dropped his weight down onto his elbows to get a better angle-to-to-oh-and Lancelot said, “Hey, my turn-” and Arthur said, “Like hell, I’m not done yet,” and Merlin said, breathless, “Y’know, I can-uh, fuck-I can take you both.”
Arthur and Lancelot paused.
Lancelot said, “Seriously? You can do that?” and Arthur looked dubiously at the little ring of Merlin’s arsehole clenched around his cock.
Merlin threw a look at him from over his shoulder and said (smiling, of course-Arthur had known Merlin less than an hour and already he knew the idiot was ungodly cheerful), “I’m a lot more resilient than you might think.”
Lancelot looked at Arthur too, and Arthur realized after a moment that they were waiting for him to make the decision.
And Arthur said-maybe just to prove Merlin wrong, maybe because he wanted to see if they could do it, wanted to see that tiny little hole stuffed too-full of cock, stretched out and aching, maybe, Arthur didn’t know-Arthur said, “Okay. Let’s try it.”
Arthur had Merlin get up off his elbows, kneeling upright with Arthur behind him (Arthur’s front pressed to Merlin’s back, Arthur’s arm bracing Merlin’s thin chest), and Arthur scraped his teeth (very gently) against the column of Merlin’s throat, against his nape and the sensitive bit of skin just behind Merlin’s ear. Merlin sighed when he did that; leaned his head back against Arthur’s shoulder and let Arthur suck a hickey onto his neck, let Arthur pinch and rub at his nipples-Merlin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, one arm curved upward behind him so he could thread his fingers into Arthur’s hair and the other hand resting on Arthur’s wrist where Arthur was jacking at Merlin’s prick.
“I’m gonna put my fingers in alongside my cock in a minute,” Arthur said into Merlin’s ear (not for the camera; private) “I’m gonna fuck you open on those, get you all loose and then I’m gonna take them out again, and you’re gonna want them back except you won’t have time to miss them because then I’m gonna have Lance push his cock in and you’re gonna ride us, ride our two cocks together and it might hurt and it might feel like you can’t stand it but I’m gonna make you like it. I’m gonna make you feel it all week,” and Merlin said, “Yes, yes, please-”, fingers tightening in Arthur’s hair and against his wrist.
Arthur made him lie down on his back, then; Merlin hooked his hands under his knees, holding his legs up, and Arthur pressed his cock back into him and added a lube-slick finger after that.
“Jesus,” said Lancelot, choked, tugging at his cock all thick and flushed and rigid as Arthur slid a second finger in Merlin’s arse: when Arthur cupped Merlin’s balls and lifted them to show off his thick shaft and fingers held tight in Merlin’s body.
After the third finger, Merlin squirmed and said, “Now, please, give it to me,” and Arthur leaned back on his knees and hauled Merlin up with him, Merlin straddling his lap.
Lancelot shuffled forward and pushed his cock into Merlin’s arsehole (slowly) and Merlin whimpered and clutched at Arthur’s shoulders and Arthur couldn’t help it, he couldn’t, he didn’t even think about it before he kissed him, and by the time he’d realized what he was doing it was already too late.
By then Merlin had already opened for him, had accepted Arthur’s tongue into his mouth and Arthur didn’t want to stop anyway, didn’t want to forget this boy’s soft lips or the sound he made when Arthur rubbed his fingertip against his arsehole, stretched so wide now around two cocks.
Arthur only moved when he knew Merlin could take it-when Merlin had relaxed enough that he knew it was safe. Arthur curled his hands on Merlin’s hips and Lancelot fumbled the camcorder onto the mount they’d jury-rigged onto the van’s side door and put his hands on Merlin’s waist.
Merlin was so skinny, Arthur thought. Their hands looked enormous on him.
Together they lifted him up a little (it was easy) and pulled him back down, up and down and up and down onto their cocks and they weren’t quite synched at first but they got better-got a rhythm going. Merlin panted between their chests, hot breaths exhaled against Arthur’s shoulder as he jerked himself and Arthur and Lancelot manhandled him onto their pricks and then he cried out and Arthur thought for an awful second that they’d hurt him, that it had been too much, but then he felt the wetness spurting and spurting against his stomach and chest and realized that Merlin was coming.
Merlin was coming and his whole body was clenching up under the force of it, the muscles of his stomach fluttering (Arthur knew because he spread his palm against Merlin’s abdomen, felt it tense) as he squeezed Arthur and Lancelot’s cocks together inside him, and that was it for Arthur, all he needed was a-was a little more, a few short thrusts and that would do it.
It threw the rhythm off but Arthur didn’t care because his cock was pulsing in Merlin’s arse, he was pushing in in in and his orgasm was hot inside Merlin, smeared all over his cock and Lance’s too, was dripping out all filthylovely and white down Merlin’s thighs and they stayed like that while Lance fucked into Merlin’s arse, erratic-drove himself into that impossibly tiny space and when Lance came a minute later he grabbed the camera and filmed it: recorded Merlin’s sticky, sloppy hole all wet with come.