Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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“Yes,” replies the original spillee slowly, bitingly. "My day was flowingly seamlessly before you showed up. Do you pay any attention at all to where you’re walking?”
Merlin presses the napkin in his hand against the bloke's dark trousers, hoping to soak up a bit of the spill and maybe salvage the moment his eyes catch the way the sunlight from overhead gleams over the stranger's golden hair, strong shoulders flexing under the starched white shirt he's wearing as he moves to push Merlin away. His Adam’s apple bobs over the knot of his blood red tie, blue eyes daring Merlin to respond as he presses his lips together in annoyance (Merlin recognises that look well enough, after all).
How well will his luck will hold up if he says, ‘Usually I do but I was too busy staring at you to watch my own feet'?
Long fingers rip the napkin free from Merlin’s hand. The stranger throws it down onto the table as he nods toward the door. “Go - away.”
One of the men beside him, the one Merlin’s series of spills missed, is dark-haired man with soft, friendly eyes who mumbles, “Arthur, it was an accident.” He nods to Merlin, gives him an encouraging smile. “We’ll stop by the hotel before we go on and let you change. No harm done.”
The blond man on Arthur’s other side retrieves the napkin Arthur stole from Merlin's fingers and dabs it against his own wet front, plucking the dripping shirt away from his chest with a wet squelch that makes them all grimace. “A mess is what this is.”
But it’s Merlin’s first lucky day in... forever. Best not to waste it.
He knows that, in most situations, he’d sidle away right about now and save himself the embarrassment of offering some kind of retribution he can’t afford like dry cleaning or a new shirt (the ones they’re wearing look like the expensive brands he fingers in the shop but never dares to look at the price tag of). Today, though, he shifts from one foot to the other, tugs self-consciously at the bottom of his scrub shirt and blurts, “I know we got off to a bloody awful start but maybe I could leave you with my number and we could try again another time. Maybe?” because - what the hell? and everything else that could go right today has, so why not push his luck just one step more (or maybe two, because he still has to make the walk to work without being hit by a bus)?
“No.”
Merlin nods and backs away, stumbling over his feet before he rights himself and thinks, ‘Well, it was nice while it lasted.’ He's just thankful the bus driver hit the brakes when he did. Luck must have held out a little bit...
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