Kink Me! #28
Kink Me! #28
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It’s the fire in Merlin’s eyes, the eagerness in the air around him that attracts Arthur’s attention. Hot coffee over his lap once was enough, even if it was an accident. The second time, when Merlin had taken the time to tear off the lid and skipped adding milk and sugar before he’d unceremoniously tossed it over Arthur’s chest, was on purpose and unforgivable.
He’s not sure what kind of fool Merlin takes him for. He’d snatched the number from his mobile before he’d headed to the café and programmed it into his own mobile under the name ‘World’s Biggest Idiot’ because he didn't think there was a person in the world (save Merlin's mum, probably) who didn't think he was an idiot, but he was fit enough and there was some part of Arthur that refused to forget him - to let him get away.
When he gathers his bearings, presses as much coffee out of his shirt and trousers as he can manage and fishes his mobile out of his pocket, he scrolls quickly through his contacts with one eye trained on the glaring screen and the other trained on moving quickly between the few people milling over the pavement. There is no sign of the navy blue jumper Merlin was wearing, no messy head of dark hair or even any ridiculously large ears so he keeps his own (normal-sized, thank you very much) ears keen for the sound of a ringing mobile when he presses the ‘dial’ button next to Merlin’s (aptly assigned) title.
Hey, I heard you were a wild one. Oooooh.
Arthur looks up, speaker against his ear ringing familiarly as the music grows louder, closer when he follows the noise. It's too perfectly timed to be coincidence. The door to the nearby shop is propped open, an ‘open’ sign hanging crooked off a battered nail over the entryway. The girl behind the register, young and spotted, bats her lashes and Arthur nods stiffly, entirely too aware of the way her eyes follow him as he focuses on the music, tracks it past the first three shelves.
If I took you home, it’d be a home run.
“Shit. I just got this damn thing back and I’ve already lost it - again.”
The toe of Arthur’s shoe smacks something, sends it skidding across the floor. When he looks down, he finds Merlin bent over with his fingers outstretched for his crooning mobile.
Hey, I heard you like the wild ones, wild ones, wild ones. Oooh.
“Hello?” Merlin’s lips part, release the word and a moment later Arthur's mobile repeats it, grainy through the speaker and not nearly as breathtaking as it had been the first time. “Hello?”
“These shirts are expensive.”
Eyes wide, infinitely blue and not the least bit fearful, Merlin says, “Maybe if you stopped being such a... clotpole, I wouldn't feel the need to douse coffee on you all the time.”
It’s an odd (their friends call it humorous but there was nothing funny about the moment Arthur shoved Merlin back against the bookshelf, more aware of the fullness of Merlin’s lips and less aware of his own voice as it demanded Merlin stop making up stupid words and realise that he couldn’t talk to him that way) start to a relationship but later, they’ll pride themselves on being unique.
Their life together starts in a café on a Monday, with Merlin in faded orange scrubs and Arthur in freshly pressed Versace.
Strangely enough, years later it will end very similarly.
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