Kink Me! #35
Kink Me! #35
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Merlin cracked an eye open, squinting into the late morning sun. He saw that it was not a bear. It was a man, hopping about in the shallows and cupping himself between the legs. Merlin couldn’t see the details, but he got the general impression of someone young and gym-fit. Someone probably gorgeous, probably straight - or closeted - and probably a complete wanker.
Feeling bold, and not a little defensive, he shouted, "Alright, my friend; I think they've had enough!"
"What?"
"Your balls, mate, it's not worth it. Trust me."
"You're managing well enough."
Merlin had shut his eyes against the glare, but now, realising the voice was getting closer, he opened them in a panic. The man was treading water not five yards from his rock. He had broad shoulders, a proud cliff of a nose and a sinful mouth. His hair was plastered all round his head. He looked familiar, but Merlin couldn’t quite place him.
There was a moment when they just stared at one another. The longer it went on, the cockier the man's smile grew. "Do I know you?" he said at last.
"Doubt it." In a daze, Merlin watched the man take a couple of lazy breast-strokes nearer the rock.
"You sure?"
Now Merlin could see the colour of his eyes, the water beading on his skin. Now Merlin could see that he was one of those arseholes who actually looked good wet, and not just like a bad shampoo advert or a drowned rat. He saw the man reach for the rock and shouted, "No!"
"No?" The man cocked his head. "No, you're not sure, or - "
"No, you can't come up here," Merlin cut in, splaying his arms and legs wide. "Only room for one, and I got here first."
The stranger paused, pulling the most ridiculous spoilt toddler face Merlin had seen since babysitting Gwen's eldest.
And in a flash he realised why the man looked so familiar.
"Oh fuck my life," Merlin muttered, covering his face with his hands.
He was stuck bare-arsed out on a rock in the middle of the most perfect pond in the universe with none other than Arthur Pendragon, tween (and Gwen) heartthrob extraordinaire.
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