Kink Me! #35

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Kink Me! #35
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At Camlann 12/?

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By the time Merlin sorted himself, Arthur had gained the shore and was shaking himself like a dog. Water flew everywhere, sparkling in the sun. Then, back to Merlin, he bent over to catch his breath, hands on knees.

Any further protests died on Merlin's lips. He waded to shore in silence, eyes averted. Once or twice he had to remind himself to breathe.

"I win," Arthur said, glancing up once Merlin had joined him.

"Well, that depends."

Arthur chuckled. "Oh yeah? On what?"

"You said 'race,' but you never said what to, and I call - " Merlin took off running. " - that shrub there!"

"What?" Arthur shouted. "Who's the cheat now, Merlin?"

Merlin reached the shrub first. He dropped his slides and had a hand on Freya's shirt when it was snatched from his grasp.

"Thanks, much," Arthur panted, and wiped his face with it.

Merlin watched, gobsmacked, as he went on to dry his pits, rub it all down his arms and chest.

"Excuse you," Merlin stammered once he'd reached his belly. "You can't just… that's not yours."

"But mine's all muddy." Arthur nodded to the bundle at their feet, then flashed Merlin the sort of guilty half-smile he was sure got him in with all the mums, the bastard. "And as I'm prepared to share my breakfast, I thought you'd be willing to share too."

"I - "

"But hey, if not, my apologies. Here." Arthur unwadded the shirt and shook it out with a flourish. Then his mouth dropped open, and he let out a strangled laugh.

"Oh my god," he said, "you're one of them."

"One of who?"

"Babydrakes. The hard-core ones." Arthur thrust the shirt into Merlin's hands and took a step back, muttering. "Of course. Fucking figures. That's why you're here, isn’t it? Hoping, what, that you'll bump into her? That she'll pick you out of the crowd, invite you back to her trailer, use you as a footstool?"

Merlin stifled a hysterical giggle. "You have completely lost me here. Why would I want to be a footstool for some…" He glanced down at the shirt in his hands, realisation dawning.

"Oh, um, is this about the band?"

Arthur glared at him. "You tell me. Are you or aren't you one of my sis- the Lady Morgana's devoted minions?" He spat out the last word with a little curl of his lip, and Merlin could no longer hold back his laughter.

The more affronted Arthur looked, the harder Merlin laughed. At last he managed to gasp out, "No, not… Not even mine. Arthur, I… all my shirts stolen. Yesterday."