Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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First time Merlin kissed Arthur, he was drunk and Morgana dared him do it, in the hopes he would embarrass himself completely. And Merlin was embarrassed, because the crush he had on his (straight) best friend was decidedly too awkward.
But it was a challenge, and Arthur never backed away from a challenge. He kissed back with way too much tongue, to put on a good show. By the time they were done half of the room was wolf-whistling, and Morgana was taking pictures.
(They kept the pictures).
A couple of days later Arthur asked Merlin out, properly. They went to watch a movie and for dinner, which was pretty much what they already did every week. But then Arthur invited Merlin over and kissed him in the kitchen of his big, fancy house, until they were both breathless and too aroused to try for finesse and romance as they brought each other off.
It was a small miracle that Uther only walked in on them three months later, when they already decided to become a couple. Arthur untangled himself from Merlin’s limbs while Merlin was too mortified to move. Uther Pendragon scared him more than anything else, and the looks he was giving him then, and the words he said, burned in Merlin’s mind every time he looked at him.
Arthur was a brave man. Brave enough to take on boys twice his size when he was still small and scrawny to defend helpless kids (i.e. Merlin). Then he grew up and hours he spent doing every kind of competitive sport known to man paid off, and it was him the bullies were afraid of. But when it came to trying to please his father Arthur was still a six-year-old, insecure and terrified.
Merlin saw evidence of that, every time he was forced to attend dinner at the Pendragon estate. Uther made cutting remarks about everything - Merlin’s family, Merlin’s ears, Merlin’s chosen profession. Arthur sat there and said nothing, while Merlin quietly hated them both.
It’s a quarter past noon.
Merlin shivers. He feels cold all over. The wet clothing clings to him uncomfortably; he’s tired and hungry and would kill for hot tea and a warm blanket. The rain keeps falling and the sky is grey all over, with no patch of bright blue to give him hope of a better weather.
He hears the low rumble of thunder, and then a lightning bolt zigzags across the sky.
Merlin wraps the raincoat tightly around himself, but it’s not helping.
‘I don’t want to go,’ Merlin told Arthur bluntly.
‘It’s just a dinner,’ Arthur said.
‘Your father plans to hook you up with Olaf’s daughter.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous, Merlin. My father knows we’re together.’
Merlin snorted. He could tell, by the way his eyes narrowed, that Arthur was furious.
‘Even if he does, do you want to give him credibility by not showing up?’ Arthur asked coldly.
‘I just don’t much fancy hearing how I turned you homosexual,’ Merlin snapped back.
Arthur blanched.
‘My father never said that,’ he said.
‘He did. For God’s sake, Arthur, you were there!’
‘Look, just-‘ Arthur rubbed his temples. ‘Just give him time. He’ll get over it.’
‘Like he got over Morgana?’ Merlin said. He knew mentioning her was a mistake, but he was too far gone to care. ‘Face it, Arthur. Your father is a bigoted, self-absorbed tyrant and he won’t let you live out your own bloody life until you become just like him!’
Merlin regretted the words as soon as they escaped his lips. The silence that followed was the heaviest and most uncomfortable he had ever experienced.
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