Porno'Verse - Drunk and Disorderly
TITLE: Porno'Verse - Drunk and Disorderly (Fic 3)
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Merlin/Arthur, (Merlin/Other)
WORDS: 2300
GENRE: Modern AU, slash, porn
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.
WARNINGS: A lot of porn over the course of the series. Includes bottom!Arthur, voyuerism,exhibitionism
SUMMARY: In which Arthur is a famous porn star and Merlin is a lighting techician, drunk, slutty, but still a little bit in love.
This is the third fic in the series:
Fic 1 - The Star of the Show
Fic 2 - Don't Give Up Your Day Job
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Porno'Verse
3. Drunk and Disorderly
Merlin hated wrap parties. There was just something inherently sleazy about porn stars going out to drink and dance, often surrounded by peroxide blond wannabies, and large pimply fans, hoping to catch just a little bit of the action. It was intimidating and utterly tasteless - nothing more than a large legalised orgy. It often involved popping pills in the bathroom and having dirty trysts in the corners, where everyone would watch in fascination but say nothing, merely smirking behind hands and raising judgemental eyebrows.
Merlin was never really a part of it. Although he worked on the sets of porn films, he didn’t like to buy into the lifestyle, preferring to have a quaint drink with Gwen, or curl up in front of the TV with a takeaway. But there was no just avoiding it now. He’d gone from being an invisible lighting technician, efficient but totally expendable, to joint star of the film, alongside the infamous Arthur Pendragon himself. There was no way to escape it - he had no choice but to go to the wrap party.
Which is why he found himself stood in a darkened shadow of a underground nightclub, clutching his drink in a death grip and attempting to avoid everyone’s eyes. He wasn’t a porn star, not really - he couldn’t do this!
He needed to go home and snuggle under his duvet, where he would wank slowly and picture Arthur’s face, flushed and unfocused, strained with want. The whole thing was just supposed to be a harmless fantasy, but he’d gone and ruined everything. He’d thought finally having sex with Arthur - fulfilling the dream, as it were - would cure his fascination at long last, but it’d only made his feelings irritatingly stronger. He couldn’t even close his eyes without picturing the blond, back bowed and muscles flexing, driving himself down onto Merlin’s throbbing and leaking cock; it was an image made him feel woozy with want.
Feeling depressed, Merlin knocked back his drink with newly-found gusto, spluttering for a moment as the bitter taste burnt down his throat. He walked to the bar again and ordered himself several shots, fully intending to get totally shit-faced and forget the whole fiasco that his life had become.
He carried on the same way for about an hour, feeling the world tilt strangely on his axis the more that he drank; he gradually found that he didn’t even care about the peroxide blondes draping themselves all over the place, or the lecherous bartender who kept throwing him wide unnerving grins. He was beginning to feel happier and happier, in the lightly dozing way that meant he was growing quickly more drunk, something that didn’t worry him as much as it should of done.
He was becoming so drunk in fact, that when a stocky blond came to ask him to dance, he found himself surprisingly eager to accept - although that might have had more to do with the stranger’s similarity to Arthur, more than anything else.
He stumbled onto the dance-floor behind the man - who later named himself as Gareth - feeling enthusiastic, outgoing and increasingly woozy. They danced, ground against each other, until Merlin had to cling to Gareth’s arms, bobbing up and down with an automatic rhythm. He wasn’t the best dancer, or even a remotely acceptable dancer, but he was losing his inhibitions, and quickly. He roped his arms around the man’s neck - Gareth, his name was Gareth! - and swayed in his embrace, feeling the blond run his hand down his back and to the swell of his ass.
Rather than push him away, Merlin pressed deeper, grinding himself against the man’s hips and throwing back his head with an uncharacteristic cry. It had been so long since he’d last gone out and enjoyed himself, and he wanted to make the very most of it.
He connected his and Gareth’s mouths together in a sloppy kiss, and entwined their tongues, enthusiastic and eager in a way that was shockingly rare for him. His hands descended the planes of the man’s back, settled on the bones of his hips, and slipped up the fabric of his shirt.
He found it strange that the man could look so much like Arthur - or at least seem that way to Merlin, in his drug induced haze - yet taste so different. And it was even stranger that Merlin could remember what Arthur tasted like, because drowsy, incapable and almost handicapped, he was at the point where he could barely remember his own name.
Pulling back, he let out a long breath and clutched at his head, only to meet a pair of bright beaming blue eyes. And they weren’t Gareth’s.
Feeling disorientated, Merlin squinted through the darkness, clapping eyes on the real Arthur Pendragon, sat on the edge of the club beside a tall striking women, who he vaguely recognised as Morgana Le Fay, Arthur’s agent and close friend. The blond was watching him with raised eyebrows, looking curious and faintly surprised, eyes flickering from Merlin to Gareth.
Suddenly Merlin didn’t feel so happily tipsy anymore.
He had become one of them. One of the shameless porn stars who’d put out for anyone, and make a complete fool of themselves at parties. He’d only starred in one film and he was already acting like them: drunk, slutty and utterly shameless.
He pulled away from his partner, feeling sick to his stomach, and made for the door, eager to escape the judgemental eyes that were following him. He stumbled out the exit and into the street, breathing heavily, and slumped against the grimy club wall, the icy air hitting him like dose of cold water. He gripped the brick in a shaking hand and lurched forward, emptying his turning stomach all over the pavement, barely avoiding puking over his very own shoes.
He was officially a complete state.
“Oh god,” he muttered, sinking to the floor and cradling his head in his hands. He really needed to get a grip and sort his life out, rather than dwell on a fantasy that was never going to happen. So what if Arthur was strange and mysterious; Merlin was sure there was plenty of other people in the world that were the same, just not infamous porn stars who couldn’t show a genuine emotion is their life depended on it. They would be much more suitable.
He leant against the wall and tried to control his breathing, the sick feeling eventually beginning to ebb away, leaving him cold, clammy, but under control once more. He was just going to go home and curl up with a takeaway, the porn scene be damned.
Or at least he was planning to, until a jean-clad thigh appeared right next to his face, leant up against the wall.
“Impressive performance,” said the owner of the thigh, sounding remarkably nonchalant. “Would have thought you were a professional.”
Merlin inhaled a lungful of air and looked up, eyes wide and disbelieving. He knew the voice - he’d be able to recognise it anywhere. Hell, it was a voice he often dreamt about.
And sure enough, Arthur Pendragon was stood above him, tall and golden, leant backwards and smoking a cigarette, gazing unblinkingly across the street. His face was smooth and impassive, almost uninterested, but it was undoubtedly the poker face Merlin had seen numerous times in the past, on and off set.
Merlin let out a choked sigh and attempted to collect himself, his mind a confusing muddle of thoughts and emotions, pounding rhythmically against the side of his skull. He squinted his eyes, focusing on Arthur’s lounging figure - just checking he wasn’t a hallucination before speaking - his voice strained and croaky as he talked. “Are you talking about tonight, or the film?” he asked, somewhat amazed that the sentence was actually coherent.
Arthur smiled, a small quirk of the lips, dimples crinkling, but it did not quite reach his eyes. “You tell me.”
Feeling ashamed, Merlin staggered to his feet, eager to get him and the blond onto somewhat equal ground. “I don’t know what tonight was,” he confessed, his tongue feeling thick and fuzzy in his mouth. “Or what me taking Lancelot’s place was either.”
Arthur took a drag of his cigarette, still not looking at Merlin’s face, and flicked the ash all over the pavement. “There must have been a reason. Nobody offers to be in a porno for no reason. Money?”
“It wasn’t about the money,” Merlin muttered, honesty transparent in his voice. He blushed, feeling thankful for the darkness, and looked away.
They settled into a strained silence, and when Merlin glanced back, Arthur was staring at him, brow creased and expression confused. “Not money?” he mused, sounding faintly disbelieving. He let out a laugh, low and soft, and although it was without humour, it caused Merlin’s breath to quicken subconsciously. “That’s a new one.”
“Is that what it is for you? Money?” Merlin couldn’t help but ask, curiosity getting the better of him. He’d never - despite all the times they’d worked together - had a real conversation with Arthur, and he was finally getting an insight into the man’s psyche, a glimpse of his true personality, and he was not about to let such an opportunity go to waste.
But Arthur did not answer for a long minute. He licked his lips, stared at the street, and let out a small smirk. “As I said,” he muttered at last, “everyone has a reason.”
Merlin frowned. “That’s not an answer.”
Arthur smiled, looking slightly surprised, and for the first time in the conversation it appeared completely genuine. “No, it’s not,” he agreed.
Merlin opened his mouth to say something, although admittedly he had no idea what, when Arthur closed the distance between them and clashed their teeth together, hot and wet against Merlin’s lips. The dark-haired man responded instantly, feeling foggy but unsurprisingly desperate, clasping the back of Arthur’s head and pulling him closer.
Hands slipped under shirts, over warm moist skin, and Merlin moaned, eyelashes fluttering, feeling Arthur’s muscles flexing under his fingers. He licked his way into the man’s mouth, tracing the outline of his teeth, and ground his hips against Arthur’s erection, which was pressing against the inside of his thigh. They moved together, hard and needy, until Arthur’s hand was slipping into Merlin’s jeans and gripping at his cock.
Merlin flung back his head and moved instinctively, as Arthur’s hand pumped up, down, up, down.
“God,” he moaned.
“Just wait,” Arthur breathed, before moving slowly down onto his knees.
Merlin only had time to blink in incomprehension before his cock was exposed to the icy air, red, moist and achingly hard. Arthur’s breath brushed against the head, and Merlin squeaked, as the blond took a long experimental lick, lips quirked in amusement. His own hand had descended into his jeans and he was stroking himself leisurely, before he lurched forwards and sucked Merlin’s cock all the way down the back of his throat in one single swallow.
Merlin let out an enthusiastic cry, Arthur’s mouth wet, hot and tight around his cock, and came instantly, utterly incapable of stopping himself. Stars exploded behind his eyes as he thrust into the heat, feeling woozy, sated and completely boneless.
By the time coherence had returned to him, Arthur had pumped himself to completion and was getting back to his feet, face flushed and eyes glazed. He let out sigh and pushed back his fringe, damp with sweat.
“Well,” the blond said, looking away, “I’ll see you.”
Merlin watched Arthur turn away from him, heading back towards the club, when his mouth decided to reconnect from his brain. “Do you want to come out for a drink with me?” he called, before he could stop himself. He winced and cringed immediately afterwards, watching Arthur freeze in surprise, and promptly started to inwardly curse his own stupidity. Why did he do things like that?!
Arthur turned and surveyed him, eyes searching and lips pursed. “What?”
Merlin let out a breath, looked away, and scratched his head. What was he supposed to say? He’d already asked - it wasn’t as though he could suddenly take it back. “Um, drink?” he muttered, careful not to look in Arthur’s general direction. “With me?”
“Like a date?”
Merlin licked his lips. “Er - well, yes. I suppose.” He really hated himself sometimes.
“You -” Arthur stabbed a finger in Merlin’s direction, a funny look on his face “- want to go on a date. With me?” He frowned. “A real date?” For the first time in the whole conversation, Arthur looked distinctly uneasy. “ Really?! I’m a porn star.”
Merlin blinked, feeling his heart hammering against his ribcage, hard and erratic. “Um, yeah? I know.”
Arthur stared at him, with a look Merlin vaguely recognised as disbelief. “Why?!” he asked, almost involuntarily, the question tearing from the back of his throat. “I’ve already slept with you. Merlin, right? There’s no need to take me out on a date.”
“I don’t want to sleep with you,” Merlin responded instantly, although it was blatantly a horrible filthy lie. He did want to sleep with Arthur, so, so much. But under real circumstances, and not just because they were both being paid for the privilege, or hard and slutty against an alley wall.
“Well…” Arthur paused, letting out a breath. “Ok, I guess.”
Merlin smiled. Maybe the party wasn’t so bad after all.
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A/N I know I haven't updated this in aggeeesss, but I hope there are still people who want to read this - anyone there? XD This part was actually quite tame, but they actually made progress XDD
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