Kink Me! #14
Kink Me! #14
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“I’m in.” He shoves his CD player and headphones in after; he doesn't remember to turn them off.
“Great, there’s this excellent little Thai place down the street.”
They fill the opening part of the meal with impersonal small talk, but indie boy tilts his head and looks at him intently before saying, “Astronomy, huh? What makes you so interested in that?”
“Well, I love math and I love stars. It’s sort of this awesome mix of totally known and totally unknown. Math you have a right answer and it can only be one thing. And then in astronomy there are isn’t really a totally uniform idea on everything. You can’t just prove it like you can with math, but there are all these theories and people spending their entire life trying to prove and disprove these things; it’s fascinating. Also, I always wanted to be a space explorer.”
Indie boy seems to like this response because it makes him shake his head and laugh before he asks his next question.
“For footba-excuse me, soccer what’s your number? It seems like you’re always playing shirtless.”
“Forty seven.”
The boy smirks and repeats “Forty. Seven.”
The way he says it though makes Arthur raise an eyebrow and venture a hesitant, “Do you…. Are you….. a.. a Star Trek fan?”
He beams in response, “You get that reference? You must be one too.”
“I built the Enterprise out of Legos.” Arthur offers.
“Oh, wow. I didn’t even realize they had a Star Trek Lego set.”
Arthur coughs then and offers a sheepish little grin, “They don’t.” This causes indie boy to break out into laughter and it occurs to Arthur that this man’s laughter was one of the most beautiful things he has ever heard and he will do anything he can to hear it again, but that doesn’t stop his cheeks from flushing a bit.
“How did… No, let me guess. You built it when you were sixteen.”
“I was twelve,” Arthur complains, “and I had mono and nothing better to do.”
“I broke my leg when I was twelve. I spent three days straight lying on the floor in my bedroom in front of the TV. I watched all the original series. I couldn’t walk normally for like six months and ended up getting really fat. Everyone felt bad for me and kept bringing me sweets.”
Arthur smiles broadly and laughs softly.
“Oh, poor thing. But, back to TNG: who is your favorite characters?”
“Don’t judge me?”
Arthur nods.
“Barclay.”
Arthur smirks and leans across the table a bit to drop his voice conspiratorially and confesses, “Me too. I love painfully awkward characters.”
“Have you been watching Voyager and Deep Space Nine?” Arthur continues as he pushes around his remaining food with a fork.
“Of course. Captain Janeway makes me all tingly inside.”
Arthur lowers his eyes and glances to the side, “I’m more of a Bashir guy myself. I tend to like the doctors most.”
“Riker is pretty badass too,” indie boy offers as he finishes his meal and takes a sip of water.
The cute waitress chooses that minute to thank them for their patronage and lay the check on the table. Arthur grabs it before the indie boy can and pays for it. This seems to upset him a little bit.
“Well, you paid for dinner. Let me get desert?”
Secretly that was what Arthur was hoping he’d say.
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"You have to like Picard, right? As a British citizen or whatever. Isn't it legally required?"
"What are you talking about?" indie boy replies with a loud laugh.
"Isn't Patrick Stewart like your god? I'm pretty sure he's actually the King of England. Or at least a knight. He has to be a knight. He's so awesome."
"Patrick Stewart isn't a knight."
"He should be. Thy just knighted Elton John, right? Patrick Stewart can't be far behind." Indie boy is giving him a kind of strange look that Arthur can't place so he decides to suddenly change the subject.
“You played Dungeons and Dragons, didn’t you?” Arthur asks him outright during their walk back to the campus. He sees the flush spread across his pale sharp features.
“Yeah, a little bit. Did you?”
“My best friend, Gwen and I used to play together with a few other people from school.”
“Let me guess, paladin? Of Pelor?”
Arthur laughs and shakes his head, “Yeah, maybe.”
“What did you name him?”
“Arthur. I wasn’t very creative. Gwen was just Gwen too. What about you? What did you play?”
“Wizard.”
“No offense, I always thought sorcerers were cooler. Something about the idea of chaotic magic sort of just accidentally firing itself every so often is kind of cool.”
Arthur isn’t even sure when it happens, but apparently they’re standing in front of indie boy’s dorm because he is saying, “This is me.” before Arthur can even finish telling him how much better sorcerers are as a class.
“Well, hopefully Gwen and Lance are finished by now.” Arthur has his hands in his jean pockets because he doesn’t know where else to put them.
“You could always come in,” indie boy says with a shy smile as he leans against the wall of the building and eyes are raking over Arthur in a way that makes him bite his lip, “I have TNG on VHS.”
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And this guy sort of like... sighs in to him and Arthur isn’t sure he’s ever been so hard before in his entire life.
They readjust so Arthur is on top of him, and the guy has snuck his hands under Arthur’s shirt and he’s clawing across Arthur’s back whenever Arthur presses their hips together. He moves his body just a little to the right and just a little bit up so their erections are touching through the denim of their jeans. He rubs against him and loves, absolutely loves the way this guy looks with his cheeks flushing pink and his mouth partway open and his eyes partway closed. He can tell by the way the way indie boy is clawing at his back that he’s driving him insane. It’s sort of driving Arthur insane too. He wants more. Oh God he wants more.
Arthur puts most of his weight on his left elbow and that frees up his right hand which he slides up the denim clad thigh of the boy underneath him. His hand hesitates for a second near the zipper but instead he hooks his hands under the hem of the blue shirt and pulls it off throwing it in the gap between the wall and the bed. He places his hand on the newly exposed soft white skin starts to slide it down to his waist band, their foreheads pressed together.
“Fuck, I-” he breathes out because words are failing him right now, “you’re beautiful.”
He kisses his forehead, his mouth, then his sternum. He drags his teeth down the side of his neck to his shoulder and it makes him groan and press his hips up towards Arthur. This is so much better than any fantasy he’s had before.
Then they’re back to kissing again and his shirt is being torn off and Arthur has never wanted anything so desperately, so painfully, as he wants this man right now. But then the door is opening and god indie boy sure is stronger than he looks because when he jerks up he shoves Arthur to the side; Arthur ends up tumbling down into the gap between the wall and the bed smacking his nose against the wooden bed frame on his way down.
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“Fuck, Merl, were you jerking off about that blond football player again?”
“Nuh-no.” The reply is rather shaky. He sounds breathless.
“Merlin, you’re such an idiot. The guy is straight okay? And probably a total prick anyway. Get over it. I know you think because-”
“Your name is Merlin?”Arthur calls out in disbelief. It just occurs to him then, he didn’t even know this guy’s name but he was about to fuck him on his dormroom bed. Well, that’s college for you, he supposes.
Arthur stands up from behind the bed, shirtless and using the wall as support. A short brown-haired kid is staring at him in disbelief.
“Sorry to interrupt your little, whatever this is, but I actually think I might have a bit of a concussion. Oh, and here are your glasses.” He sets them down on Merlin's pillow.
“Fuck. You’re bleeding,” Merlin hisses and Arthur reaches up to touch his nose and feels the warm wetness coming from his nostrils. Yep, blood. Some of it has splattered down onto his chest.
“It’s Arthur,” he continues as he picks up his shirt from the floor and uses it to stem the bleeding, “I’m not a prick. And I play soccer. Not football.”
“Merlin, you can’t seriously be interested in this bloke.”
“I think who he’s interested in is none of your fucking business. Unless you’re his mother or something.”
“His mother is,” Will begins before being cut off by Merlin.
“Will,” he hisses, “Shut. Up.”
Will throws up his arms in exasperation and storms out of the room.
“I’m sorry about that, Arthur, Will is um… protective. Of me. We’ve been friends for years.”
“Do you really jerk off that often while thinking about me?” Arthur is smirking a little under his red t-shirt that he’s using to catch the blood dripping out of his nose.
“I… I have.”
Arthur is thinking up a clever reply when the first wave of nausea hits him. He manages to jump into Merlin’s bathroom before he throws up.
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They spend the next three hours in the local emergency room while fairly friendly nurses run test.
Merlin clearly feels painfully guilty about the entire thing and Arthur only takes a little bit of pleasure in making him feel worse. But most of the time they’re left alone in a little curtained off area so the two of them just talk . Arthur still wants to have sex with Merlin in this distracting sort of nigh all encompassing way, but a constant throb of pain in his head makes the idea of doing it right now, a bit unappealing.
They spend at least an hour expressing their favorite things in comparison to things that are similar. It’s less complicated than it sounds. It goes something like this: Nintendo or Sega? Arthur: Nintendo. Duck Hunt and Paper Boy are my childhood. Legend of Zelda? Final Fantasy? Oh my god I can’t tell you how many hours of my life I’ve wasted on that machine. Merlin: Sega, of course. I have three words for you, five syllables, Sonic the Hedgehog. Also Toejam and Earl was really fun.
They talk about other things too, classy ones like Mozart or Bach, (Arthur: Bach. He was a dick. I like him. Merlin: Oh my lord have you even heard Requiem Mass in D, you uncultured American slob? ) Louvre or the Uffizi, (Arthur: Uffizi, the Mona Lisa is kind of overrated. Merlin: Agreed.) Then they get in to the more common stuff, (More peanut butter or more jelly? Merlin: Equal amounts, and it needs to be spread evenly on all parts of the bread. Arthur: Two or three times as much jelly and it needs to be grape.) And as the wait between test seems to drag on longer and longer they get in to the ridiculously nerdy until it boils down to the final and most important question:
“Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent?”
“Bruce Wayne hands down,” Merlin comments, “I like suave, charming Americans.”
Arthur inhales through his teeth, “I have to go with Clark Kent on this one. Something about the dorky glasses just does it for me.”
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(Its a county song, buts its also my reaction to this fic).
Really I can't wait for more.
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Life is pretty good after that, they go on a couple of more official dates, but mostly they just hang out in each other’s dorms and talk about things they like and just generally enjoying being together. They briefly consider starting a D&D campaign, but decide it’ll be too much work. Merlin makes sure to come to all of Arthur's close soccer games and if they're not too tired on Sunday, they join some of the other players for a friendly scrimmage in a nearby park. Merlin is almost as good a goalie as theirs.
Most Saturday mornings when Arthur doesn’t have to be somewhere for soccer they cuddle in bed, (though Arthur would refuse to call it cuddling) and watch cartoons. Arthur introduces Merlin to Watchmen and Merlin shows him Sandman (Which Arthur is eternally grateful for.)
They eat breakfast together whenever they can, and dinner too. Arthur learns that Merlin likes his coffee with three sugar cubes and no milk; Merlin learns that the only time Arthur drinks anything other than water, orange juice, or hot chocolate is when he gets order it from a barista because he gets a chance to say “Tea. Earl Grey. Hot.”
It’s really all surprisingly easy. Well, aside from the fact they barely get enough actual alone time for a quick handjob, but other than that it’s easy. It’s nice. They just sort of fall in to each other like this was always supposed to happen. Will hates him, though, which is obnoxious but not altogether unexpected. It doesn’t stop Arthur from being in Merlin’s dorm half the time.
He doesn’t really tell the guys from soccer about it, but they never really ask and Arthur is entirely okay with it. They let him invite Merlin to all the parties they throw and no one looks at them too oddly when Arthur leans over constantly to whisper in Merlin’s ear.
There is kind of this one weird thing though; Arthur thinks maybe he just imagines it, but when Lance comes into the dorm one night when Arthur and Merlin are cramped in Arthur’s twin-sized bed watching the newest episode of Voyager he looks… startled. Like, really startled. Totally confused, even. Which would be weird, right? Because Gwen must have already told him that Arthur sortof has a boyfriend now.
“Lance,” Arthur drawls out, “this is-”
“I know who that is,” Lance interrupts.
Merlin’s head is under Arthur’s chin so Arthur can’t see him all that well, but he swears that Merlin shakes his head before saying, “Yes. We had a class together last semester, right Lance?”
“Right,” Lance repeats, but he still sounds out of it. He walks out of the room less than a minute after that.
Arthur tries to shrug it off but the whole thing is kind of… unsettling. Kind of weird.
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I think I would be...but I would obviously forgive him because, well, he's Merlin and Merlin is just oo cute to stay mad with - right?
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