Fic: Booty Call
Title: Booty Call
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but an overactive imagination. And a computer.
Summary: Arthur settles for an evening in front of the TV…and gets bored.
Warning: Features AU versions of Arthur/Merlin as seen in my Dial M for Merlin series.
Words: 1262
A/N: Chronologically this takes place after my AU series, but can probably be read without reading those first.
Thanks to
hils for the beta.
And to my secret valentine who sent me such a lovely message. This one’s for you.
Arthur gave his hair a last vigorous rub before tying the towel loosely around his waist and emerging through the billows of steam in the bathroom into his bedroom.
He flopped onto his bed and turned on the TV, flicking idly through channels, slipping instinctively back into habits from his single life as there was no Merlin already sprawled lazily amongst the sheets, or running around the room trying to find a clean and ironed shirt.
He wasn’t used to getting home first.
He watched with a guilty interest as the Hollyoaks credits danced across the screen with a cheesy cheerfulness.
Arthur turned the TV off and tossed the remote aside.
Screw it. I’ll call Merlin.
“Hey Arthur.” Merlin sounded a little out of breath when he answered his phone.
“Hey!” Arthur said, not even attempting to tone down his happiness at hearing Merlin’s voice. “How’s it going?”
“Good, good. Great, actually. It’s so nice to be out of the office.”
Arthur could hear the grin stretching across Merlin’s face, “Find anything nice?”
“Loads. There’s absolutely tons here.”
“You and your rocks,” Arthur said affectionately with a glance towards Merlin’s dressing table that was covered with various examples of fossils and minerals. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
“Well,” Merlin hesitated, although his joy was evident, “I am now. I probably won’t be when I report back to the council on Monday and tell them we can’t develop this land either.”
“Ah.”
“Never mind, it means more field trips in the future.” Merlin said brightly, “So, what are you doing?”
“I just had a shower.”
“That sounds nice.” Merlin said dreamily, “I’m all hot and sticky. I swear even my hair is sweating.”
Arthur was momentarily distracted by a vivid image of Merlin’s face framed by damp tendrils of dark hair clinging stubbornly to his flushed face. He cleared his throat resolutely. “When will you be home?” He sounded peevish, that would never do. He was aiming for nonchalance, “I’m just sat on our bed and I’m bored.”
“Arthur,” Merlin said with a throaty chuckle, “is this a booty call?”
Probably.
“Did you say you’d just got out the shower?” Merlin continued whilst Arthur tried to think of how to answer.
“Er…yeah.”
“What are you wearing?” Merlin asked, his voice lowering slightly into a huskier tone that made Arthur’s heart thud loudly.
“Er…” Arthur hesitated, remembering that for a generally untidy person Merlin was quite insistent about not having damp towels on the bed. “A towel.”
“Take it off.” Merlin’s voice was lower than when he was about to administer a scolding. More coaxing. More enticing.
The towel slipped off the bedclothes at the faintest pull of Arthur’s fingers.
“Close your eyes.”
It was a familiar sentence which had been pleasurable and thrilling and, after a brief moment of being haunting and humiliating, had become utterly delightful. A phrase so evocative of their past and so full of promise for their future.
The words teased Arthur, taunted him, causing his heart to pump wildly and his cock to harden.
“Have you closed them?”
Arthur’s eyelids fluttered shut and he sighed softly, “Yes.”
“Where’s your hand?”
Arthur couldn’t resist, “Holding the phone.”
Merlin gave a small tut, “your other hand.”
Arthur’s other hand was dangling off the side of the bed where he had dropped his towel. His fingers were twitching in anticipation, as if they had a mind and an agenda all of their own. Merlin’s voice was doing things to him that no disembodied sound had the right to do and Arthur was a little bit uneasy about what would happen if his hand was allowed free rein. Well, he was more apprehensive about how quickly things would happen.
He wondered if he could get away with a dignified silence but his instinct would not allow him and he emitted a whimper.
“Rest it on your stomach.” Merlin said in a low smooth tone that was deliciously beguiling with just a hint of imperiousness that spoke of his complete conviction in Arthur’s compliance.
Arthur splayed his hand across his stomach and stilled.
“You’re going to have to be my hands for me.”
Arthur managed to squeak out “yes.”
At Merlin’s soft instructions, Arthur brushed his fingers across his chest, tracing patterns around his nipples until they peaked and his fingers trembled at the fierce pounding of his heart. It was odd to feel his own hands upon his body after being so attuned to Merlin’s tender ministrations. But Merlin’s voice was tantalisingly manipulating his fingers with low words.
They skittered down his chest and over his stomach, drawing lazy circles around his navel and making his breath hitch and his eyes flicker open momentarily. Then he closed them again and a vision of Merlin swam before his eyes, with clouded eyes and the pink tip of his tongue peeping out between his lips as it often did when he was caught up in his gentle worship of Arthur’s body. He imagined it was Merlin’s tapered fingers stroking along the fine trail of hair leading down from his navel and dipping between his thighs.
His breathing was becoming erratic and he tried to control it. He licked his lips and gave a small moan. He wanted to stop this exquisite torture and focus on his aching cock.
But he waited for Merlin to say.
When he was permitted to wrap his fingers around his cock he was surprised that he didn’t come right then. Merlin’s voice was as soothing as it was seductive and Arthur settled into a rhythm of slow steady strokes that matched his shallow breathy whimpers.
And then he heard Merlin utter a soft moan.
“I wish I was there with you.” Merlin murmured and Arthur wondered briefly where Merlin was. Was he still outside, in the fields where he’d been working, huddled in a corner for privacy as he uttered his obscene instructions?
Arthur groaned.
“I want to see you, feel you, touch you.” Merlin almost growled, “I want to take you into my mouth and taste you. I want to lick and suck you until you scream my name.”
Arthur keened and his strokes became harder, faster, more desperate. His toes curled into the sheets beneath and he writhed as his hand slipped up and down his glistening cock. He screwed his eyes shut and imagined that his hand was Merlin’s hand or Merlin’s mouth. He imagined that Merlin was above him and that he was thrusting deep into Merlin. He could almost feel the warmth of Merlin’s body.
Then he felt a sharp, momentary ache of pain and he realised that his other hand was gripping the phone to his ear like a vice as if closer proximity to Merlin’s voice would make his boyfriend materialise.
“I want you to come for me Arthur.” Merlin whispered. Pleaded. Ordered.
Arthur could feel himself soaring, cresting on a wave of sensation that juddered forth in an overwhelming burst from deep inside him. His mobile clattered to the floor and he grabbed at the sheets, arching his back as the tremors of pleasure crashed through him and he shouted Merlin’s name before he was completely consumed by the overwhelming power of his release.
He slumped back amongst the pillows and took a few shuddering breaths.
“Looks like my timing was just right.” He heard Merlin say in the same soft tone.
Then he realised he was no longer holding his phone and he opened his eyes.
Merlin was standing in the doorway with a grin on his face.
~~
I caved and have written the next installment of their saga. It's huge!
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but an overactive imagination. And a computer.
Summary: Arthur settles for an evening in front of the TV…and gets bored.
Warning: Features AU versions of Arthur/Merlin as seen in my Dial M for Merlin series.
Words: 1262
A/N: Chronologically this takes place after my AU series, but can probably be read without reading those first.
Thanks to
hils for the beta.
And to my secret valentine who sent me such a lovely message. This one’s for you.
Arthur gave his hair a last vigorous rub before tying the towel loosely around his waist and emerging through the billows of steam in the bathroom into his bedroom.
He flopped onto his bed and turned on the TV, flicking idly through channels, slipping instinctively back into habits from his single life as there was no Merlin already sprawled lazily amongst the sheets, or running around the room trying to find a clean and ironed shirt.
He wasn’t used to getting home first.
He watched with a guilty interest as the Hollyoaks credits danced across the screen with a cheesy cheerfulness.
Arthur turned the TV off and tossed the remote aside.
Screw it. I’ll call Merlin.
“Hey Arthur.” Merlin sounded a little out of breath when he answered his phone.
“Hey!” Arthur said, not even attempting to tone down his happiness at hearing Merlin’s voice. “How’s it going?”
“Good, good. Great, actually. It’s so nice to be out of the office.”
Arthur could hear the grin stretching across Merlin’s face, “Find anything nice?”
“Loads. There’s absolutely tons here.”
“You and your rocks,” Arthur said affectionately with a glance towards Merlin’s dressing table that was covered with various examples of fossils and minerals. “I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
“Well,” Merlin hesitated, although his joy was evident, “I am now. I probably won’t be when I report back to the council on Monday and tell them we can’t develop this land either.”
“Ah.”
“Never mind, it means more field trips in the future.” Merlin said brightly, “So, what are you doing?”
“I just had a shower.”
“That sounds nice.” Merlin said dreamily, “I’m all hot and sticky. I swear even my hair is sweating.”
Arthur was momentarily distracted by a vivid image of Merlin’s face framed by damp tendrils of dark hair clinging stubbornly to his flushed face. He cleared his throat resolutely. “When will you be home?” He sounded peevish, that would never do. He was aiming for nonchalance, “I’m just sat on our bed and I’m bored.”
“Arthur,” Merlin said with a throaty chuckle, “is this a booty call?”
Probably.
“Did you say you’d just got out the shower?” Merlin continued whilst Arthur tried to think of how to answer.
“Er…yeah.”
“What are you wearing?” Merlin asked, his voice lowering slightly into a huskier tone that made Arthur’s heart thud loudly.
“Er…” Arthur hesitated, remembering that for a generally untidy person Merlin was quite insistent about not having damp towels on the bed. “A towel.”
“Take it off.” Merlin’s voice was lower than when he was about to administer a scolding. More coaxing. More enticing.
The towel slipped off the bedclothes at the faintest pull of Arthur’s fingers.
“Close your eyes.”
It was a familiar sentence which had been pleasurable and thrilling and, after a brief moment of being haunting and humiliating, had become utterly delightful. A phrase so evocative of their past and so full of promise for their future.
The words teased Arthur, taunted him, causing his heart to pump wildly and his cock to harden.
“Have you closed them?”
Arthur’s eyelids fluttered shut and he sighed softly, “Yes.”
“Where’s your hand?”
Arthur couldn’t resist, “Holding the phone.”
Merlin gave a small tut, “your other hand.”
Arthur’s other hand was dangling off the side of the bed where he had dropped his towel. His fingers were twitching in anticipation, as if they had a mind and an agenda all of their own. Merlin’s voice was doing things to him that no disembodied sound had the right to do and Arthur was a little bit uneasy about what would happen if his hand was allowed free rein. Well, he was more apprehensive about how quickly things would happen.
He wondered if he could get away with a dignified silence but his instinct would not allow him and he emitted a whimper.
“Rest it on your stomach.” Merlin said in a low smooth tone that was deliciously beguiling with just a hint of imperiousness that spoke of his complete conviction in Arthur’s compliance.
Arthur splayed his hand across his stomach and stilled.
“You’re going to have to be my hands for me.”
Arthur managed to squeak out “yes.”
At Merlin’s soft instructions, Arthur brushed his fingers across his chest, tracing patterns around his nipples until they peaked and his fingers trembled at the fierce pounding of his heart. It was odd to feel his own hands upon his body after being so attuned to Merlin’s tender ministrations. But Merlin’s voice was tantalisingly manipulating his fingers with low words.
They skittered down his chest and over his stomach, drawing lazy circles around his navel and making his breath hitch and his eyes flicker open momentarily. Then he closed them again and a vision of Merlin swam before his eyes, with clouded eyes and the pink tip of his tongue peeping out between his lips as it often did when he was caught up in his gentle worship of Arthur’s body. He imagined it was Merlin’s tapered fingers stroking along the fine trail of hair leading down from his navel and dipping between his thighs.
His breathing was becoming erratic and he tried to control it. He licked his lips and gave a small moan. He wanted to stop this exquisite torture and focus on his aching cock.
But he waited for Merlin to say.
When he was permitted to wrap his fingers around his cock he was surprised that he didn’t come right then. Merlin’s voice was as soothing as it was seductive and Arthur settled into a rhythm of slow steady strokes that matched his shallow breathy whimpers.
And then he heard Merlin utter a soft moan.
“I wish I was there with you.” Merlin murmured and Arthur wondered briefly where Merlin was. Was he still outside, in the fields where he’d been working, huddled in a corner for privacy as he uttered his obscene instructions?
Arthur groaned.
“I want to see you, feel you, touch you.” Merlin almost growled, “I want to take you into my mouth and taste you. I want to lick and suck you until you scream my name.”
Arthur keened and his strokes became harder, faster, more desperate. His toes curled into the sheets beneath and he writhed as his hand slipped up and down his glistening cock. He screwed his eyes shut and imagined that his hand was Merlin’s hand or Merlin’s mouth. He imagined that Merlin was above him and that he was thrusting deep into Merlin. He could almost feel the warmth of Merlin’s body.
Then he felt a sharp, momentary ache of pain and he realised that his other hand was gripping the phone to his ear like a vice as if closer proximity to Merlin’s voice would make his boyfriend materialise.
“I want you to come for me Arthur.” Merlin whispered. Pleaded. Ordered.
Arthur could feel himself soaring, cresting on a wave of sensation that juddered forth in an overwhelming burst from deep inside him. His mobile clattered to the floor and he grabbed at the sheets, arching his back as the tremors of pleasure crashed through him and he shouted Merlin’s name before he was completely consumed by the overwhelming power of his release.
He slumped back amongst the pillows and took a few shuddering breaths.
“Looks like my timing was just right.” He heard Merlin say in the same soft tone.
Then he realised he was no longer holding his phone and he opened his eyes.
Merlin was standing in the doorway with a grin on his face.
~~
I caved and have written the next installment of their saga. It's huge!