Kink Me! #7
Kink Me! #7
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“What?” Arthur asked, completely blindsided.
“I don’t mind vacating the premises if you want to bring a guy over,” he said again. They were both watching the screen, but Arthur had the distinct feeling that neither of them was watching the film anymore. “Or I could just go into my room and put my headphones on… I have some very loud music if necessary.”
Arthur knew he was blushing, but the idea, the thought of him and some guy… while Merlin was right there, in the next room. It just seemed wrong, or too kinky, or whatever. He knew he’d never be able to stop thinking about Merlin in there, knowing what he was doing. He would have some other man’s hands on him, in him, he would have another man pressed into the mattress, sweating and writhing beneath him and all he would be able to think about was Merlin and whether Merlin was imagining it, whether Merlin was sitting there thinking about what he was doing.
He swallowed, ignoring the sudden tightening of his trousers at the very thought.
“I… I don’t, I’m fine,” he said hurriedly.
“Oh come on, Arthur,” Merlin said, with a knowing smile, Arthur could see it out of the corner of his eye and it made the urge rise up inside him again, the urge to just forget about what was right and what was fair and just push Merlin down into the sticky, uncomfortable leather sofa and make him moan. “It’s fine, I’m imposing here… I’m not going to crimp your style any more than I have already.”
“You’re not…”
“So what?” Merlin asked, “You don’t have sex?”
“Merlin,” Arthur growled, it was usually the only warning Merlin needed to impudently drop a subject… though he would always returned to it. But this time there was no hurried ‘fine, if you insist’, and Arthur had to carry on. “I’ve been busy with work.”
“That busy?”
“Is it any of your business?” Arthur snapped suddenly, “you made it very clear you didn’t care a long time ago.” There was a moment of silence between them, and Arthur could just hear the swelling music of the film in the background. It had reached the romantic part - typical.
“Arthur?” Merlin’s one word was enough to make him pull himself together.
“You’re not imposing, you idiot,” he said, pulling his blank, ‘I’m not in love with you’ cloak back around him. “You’re not getting in the way of anything, and if you even start thinking about leaving then I will…” He realised that Merlin was watching him with that shrewd glance he obviously had learnt off his mother, the look that always meant he was working out something Arthur didn’t want him to know. It was a stronger version of the look he got when he was looking for the sugar in the morning. It was the same look he got when they were playing cheat and he always knew when Arthur was lying.
“Arthur…”
“I’m tired,” he said, standing up. He could see where this was going, could see it coming like the train of inevitability down the track of destiny that he was tied across. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He turned and headed for his room, ignoring Merlin as he called out his name behind him and not letting the tension fall from his shoulders until the door was firmly closed behind him. He didn’t bother turning the light on, just went over to his bed and fell back onto it, staring up into the dark, back to his ceiling obsession after so many years.
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