Kink Me! #7

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An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 2/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later)

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It had caught him by surprise, so much by surprise because though he knew he loved Merlin; he had also known that he liked girls. He was supposed to like girls, that was normal, he was sure.

But when Merlin won that race (because Arthur was too busy having a small sexual crisis to bother paying attention) and he smiled, Arthur wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world and he realised that maybe he had been right when he was eight years old, he did love Merlin, but in a different way.

Most fifteen year old boys, confronted by being gay, would have freaked out, they would have tried to deny it or fight against it, but Arthur had never been most boys. He had just smiled back at Merlin, and marvelled at how easy this made things. Girls, he didn’t understand. Girls wore make up and high heels and laughed nervously when he got too close. Girls had bras and fathers who glared at you like you were the antichrist.

Merlin… Merlin Arthur knew. He knew what to say to make him laugh, when to just shut up and get him in a head lock. He knew exactly what he could tease Merlin about and which things were out of bounds (he would never make a crack about Merlin’s Mum again after that black eye). Merlin didn’t expect him to be polite or to open doors for him and he certainly didn’t have to worry about Merlin’s father, who even Merlin had never met. Though he would have to be a little careful about his Mother: she was lovely, but he had a strange idea that if he ever hurt Merlin then she would chase him to the ends of the earth and beat him to death with a spatula.

Merlin, Arthur thought, would be easy. He couldn’t have fallen in love with anyone better really. He wasn’t entirely sure what boys did with other boys - though he sniggered along with the others at the probably rude jokes some of the other members of his class made about ‘queers’ and ‘faggots’ - but it had to be better than saliva monster kisses and thinking about Morgana. Given how easy Arthur had found his way around his own body in his early teenage fumblings, always with his lips clamped together in case Morgana or his father was around, then Merlin’s - which he had seen on numerous occasions before and seemed fairly normal - should be fine.

So he didn’t need to bother with girls any more, he just needed to bother with Merlin.

In hindsight, Arthur probably should have told Merlin about all this… but that really hadn’t factored into his plan, especially since, later that night, when he wrapped his hand around his erection and imagined that it was Merlin’s, he had come hard and gasping faster than ever before.

They had been together forever, Arthur reasoned, and it would stay that way. Nothing was going to come between them. They still had Saturday Night Mario Kart championships and Arthur would loop one arm over Merlin’s shoulders as they walked between classes. He would punch him affectionately in the arm and push him into the lockers when Merlin wasn’t paying attention. It was the same as before, but Arthur knew that it was more now. He knew that when he wrapped his arm around Merlin he wanted it to mean that Merlin was his, and when he punched him in the shoulder it was because he knew that boys didn’t hold other boys hands and when he shoved Merlin into the lockers it was because he wanted the other boy’s attention again.

Exams rolled around, with all the frantic revision and terror they would always bring. The sun was high and there were long revision sessions in the long grass behind Merlin’s house until the back of Arthur’s neck was brilliant red with sunburn, matching the tips of Merlin’s ears.

Sometimes Gwen tagged along, sometimes she didn’t. But Arthur thought she knew in the way she gave him secret, knowing smiles.

Morgana knew too, in the annoying way she had. He would tell her he was going to revise with Merlin and she would raise a well-plucked eyebrow and ask if that was what they were calling it these days.