Merlin Fic: Service Area, Merlin/Arthur, NC-17
Title: Service Area
Word Count: ~2,400
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (duh)
Warnings: Graphic Boy!sexin'
Summary: Written for the merlinkinkmeme prompt Arthur/Merlin, Pudsey!AU, phone sex. Arthur and Merlin attempt to have phone sex, but technological difficulties ensue.
A/N: Dear God, I love the Pudsey!AU. There's something so damn amusing about the blending of modern tech and the Merlin canon universe. And let's face it, people - canon Merlin is really not all that more historically accurate than the Pudsey!AU.
Merlin was shoulders-deep in Gaius' leech tank when the unmistakable tones of Bonnie Tyler's I Need A Hero rang out from his pocket. Yelping in surprise and smacking his head, Merlin shimmied out of the tank and fished his Blackberry out of his trousers.
"Arthur, if you're going to ask me to muck out the stables, it'll have to wait until I'm done with my chores for Gaius."
"I've snuck away from the trade agreements with Umbria," Arthur whispered. "I was about to die of boredome. What are you wearing?"
"You - Wait. What?"
"What. Are. You. Wearing?"
"Why do you want to know that? Are you trying to make fun of me? You know, just because you don't see the style potential in neckerchiefs-"
"No, Merlin, you idiot, I'm trying to... you know, have some private time with you."
"Oh! Well, calling me an idiot might not be the best way to get me on board with that."
"Just tell me what you're wearing, Darling. Is that better?"
"Oddly not. I think I prefer idiot."
"Merlin!"
"Okay! Okay! Um... I've got on some brown trousers, and that really old, stained blue shirt with the holes in the elbows, 'cause I'm cleaining out the leech tank and I don't want to muck up any of my nice shirts. No neckerchief, though, 'cause the leeches always get underneath-"
"Merlin," Arthur sighed heavily. "You're doing it wrong."
"What? You asked what I was wearing. I don't understand."
"It's supposed to be sexy."
"Well, there's hardly anything sexy about cleaning out the leech tank, that's for sure."
"That's why you make something up."
"You want me to lie ?"
"Not lie, per say, just... embellish the truth a little. Use your imagination."
"Oh. Okay. Well, then, I'm not wearing anything. How's that?"
Another heavy sigh.
"Okay, Merlin, pay attention and let me show you how this is done."
"Oh, by all means, Sire. So what are you wearing?"
"Well," Arthur said, suddenly breathy, "I'm not wearing a shirt, which means I can rub my thumb over my nipples, like this-" - a gasp - "and I've got on those buckskin pants that are just a little too tight in the thighs, halfway unlaced. No smallclothes, which makes it very easy to slip my hand down the front of them and wrap my fingers around my-"
Merlin moaned, and Arthur chuckled.
"Got it now, Merlin?"
"Guh."
"So, Merlin - what are you wearing?"
"Uh. Okay, um... I've got on those white linen trousers that are sort of see-through when the light hits them, and I'm wearing one of your old shirts - the pale blue one that's open at the chest."
"Better," Arthur sighed happily, making a happy noise in his throat. "What else?"
"Well, there's also a- Leech !"
"What?"
"Oh my God, get it off! Get it off!"
"If you're asking me to undress, that's a rather abrupt way of going about it."
"No - there's a bloody leech on my neck! Oh, God, they're so gross ! Why the bloody hell does Gaius even keep these blasted things?! Ew, ew, ew.... Oh, thank God - I got it."
"Well, thank heavens for that," Arthur said dryly.
"A little sympathy would be nice - I've just had something sucking on my neck and devouring my bodily fluids."
"Wait - are you complaining or is this your idea of dirty talk?"
"My neck hurts."
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Arthur sighed.
"No! No. I was liking the whole buckskin trousers bit. Can we start again?"
"Well, I am left in somewhat of an aroused state, despite your foray into girlish alarm."
"Yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"What would you do?"
"Oh, well... I'd probably start by peeling those tight buckskin pants off your body, little by little, sliding them down off your hips, over your thighs, till you were naked."
"I knew you were capable of this, Merlin," Arthur gasped.
"Are you touching yourself?" Merlin asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. I've got my hand on my cock and I'm-"
There was a click, then silence.
"Arthur...?" Merlin called desperately. "Arthur?"
Nothing. Merlin pulled the phone away from his cheek and stared at the tiny screen, dismayed to see that the call had been ended. Just as he was about to dial Arthur and demand an explaination, the screen lit up and Bonnie Tyler's voice sounded from the speakers.
"Sorry," Arthur said sheepishly when Merlin answered. "I tried to hold the phone between my cheek and shoulder so I could free up my other hand, and I guess my chin hit the end call button."
"Oh," Merlin said, relieved. "I thought maybe I messed up and you gave up on the whole thing."
"No, no," Arthur insisted. "You were doing really well. You know, peeling off my trousers and all. So... what would you do next?"
"Once you were naked, I'd start at your ankles and kiss my way up your legs, very slowly, taking my time, so that you were hard and begging for it by the time I got to your cock."
"Oh, yeah."
"But I wouldn't touch you there, not yet."
Arthur made a sound halfway between frustration and pleasure.
"First, I'd make my way up your chest, and then I'd lick that spot behind your right ear that makes you shiver and moan."
"Right here," Arthur said lowly, then groaned. "What next?"
"Then I'd suck one of your nipples into my wet, hot mouth and draw little circles on it with my tongue."
"Oh, God, yes-"
"And when you were a writhing mess, I'd finally take my hand and wrap it around your cock, just tight enough to tease, and I'd stroke you until you-"
"Shit!"
"What? No, that's- that's just gross. I mean, I didn't think you were into that sort of thing."
"No. No , you moron. My father's page just walked by and almost discovered me. I had to hide behind a tapestry."
"Oh. Well. This isn't really working, is it?"
"It sure as hell is, Merlin, and that's the problem. Rubeus nearly discovered me lurking in an alcove with a hand own my trousers, sporting an enormous erection."
"Ah. I see how that could be a problem. Well, you should come here and we can finish this the old-fashioned way. Gaius is helping with an outbreak of texting-related carpal-tunnel in the lower town until tomorrow, and I doubt anyone will think to look for you here."
"Merlin, you're bloody brilliant. I'm on my way."
"Really? Um, I should probably clean up a bit before you get here, then. Leech tank and all that."
"Well, go ahead, then, and tell me what you're doing."
"Okay. Well, I'm taking off my trousers now."
"Go on."
"And now the shirt - damn it, I'm tanlged, hold on- okay, I'm naked now. The cool air is making my nipples hard."
"You should touch them."
"Alright. Ah. They're really sensitive."
"When I get there, I'm going lick them and scrape my teeth over them, just hard enough to make you squirm."
Merlin made a slightly embarassing sound and sloshed some of the wash water he was gathering onto the floor.
"What are you doing now?" Arthur asked, and Merlin could hear the faint thump of boots on stairs.
"I'm wetting the cloth and running it over my bare arms," Merlin said, doing just that. "Down over my chest, my ribs, to my belly-"
"Lower," Arthur demanded.
"Yes, okay," Merlin sighed. "It's cold, but it feels good. The cloth is rough when I draw it over my cock."
"Good," Arthur said, the faint beat of his boots picking up pace. "Now I'm-"
Merlin's phone beeped into his ear, and he jumped.
"Hold on," he told Arthur, pulling the phone away from his head. Incoming call from Gaius, the phone informed him. Merlin hastily hit Reject.
"Sorry," he told Arthur. "Gaius was calling."
"Merlin," Arthur sighed, "Don't ever bring up Gaius again while I've got a hard on, alright?"
"Trust me, it wasn't any treat for me, either. I-"
Beep beep.
"Damn it, hold on," Merlin growled. "He's calling back. I'm just going to take this. I'm putting you on hold."
"Merlin, don't you dare-"
"Hi, Gaius, what do you need?"
"Well, hello to you too, Merlin," Gaius said dryly.
"Sorry," Merlin said, desperately trying to pretend he wasn't stark naked with an (admittedly wilting) erection.
"I was just, um, cleaing out the leech tank, an I want to get back to it."
There was a moment of incredulous silence from the other end of the phone, then "I probably don't want to know, do I, my boy?"
"No," Merlin squeaked. "Defnintely not."
"Well, then, could you do me a favor and check the shelf for my Bluetooth headset? I can't seem to find it and I'm wondering if I left it there."
"Sure thing," Merlin said, shuffling over to the shelf and rooting around aimlessly. "Um, doesn't look like it's here. Sorry."
"No matter," Gaius sighed. "It's probably somewhere in my bag."
"Okay then, well, good luck!"
"Goodbye, Merlin," Gaius said dryly.
"Goodbye!" Heaving a releived sigh, Merlin quickly stabbed at the phone's buttons to switch his call over to Arthur, hoping the Prince wasn't too upset with being put on hold.
"Sorry," Merlin exclaimed. "I'm back, and by some miracle I'm still hard. So what are you going to do about it?"
"Merlin," Gaius' carefully level voice said, "Was there something else you needed?"
Merlin's heart froze in horror just as his erection declared defeat and deflated spectacularly. His throat closed up and he made a sort of eeping sound.
"No," he wheezed. "I was just saying, my back - it's hard. Cleaning out the leech tank is hard on my back."
"I see," Gaius said, and Merlin could actually hear the eyebrow raise. "Well, when I return tomorrow I'll make you some Leopard's Bane ointment."
"Thanks," Merlin managed. "Okay. Bye."
This time he made sure he was ending the call with Gaius before reconnecting with Arthur.
"Arthur?" he asked tentitively.
"Merlin," Arthur's annyoed tone announced, "You put me on hold!"
"I'm sorry!" Merlin cried, naked, wet, and beginning to shiver.
"You know it's considered a treasonous act to put a member of the royal family on hold! Plus you have Lady Gaga as your on-hold music. I should have you executed just for that. "
"You know how Gaius is - He would have just kept calling until I answered. And you know you like Lady Gaga as much as I do."
"I do not," Arthur said. "At any rate, I'm almost there. Are you still naked?"
"Yes."
"Well, I want you to do something for me until I get there."
"Alright."
"Go to your bedroom and get on your bed, and bring a bottle of oil with you."
Merlin's cock perked up some, suddenly insterested again. Snagging a bottle of oil from the work bench, Merlin darted up the steps to his room and flopped onto his bed.
Okay," he informed Arthur. "I'm on the bed and I've got the oil."
"Slick up the fingers of your right hand," Arthur insructed, "and open yourself for me. I want you loose and slippery when I get there so I can flip you over and fuck you into the mattress without delay."
Merlin's cock stood up and saluted, and his hands trembled as he yanked the cork out of the bottle of oil and quickly lubed up two fingers.
"Are you doing it?" Arthur asked, sounding breathless.
"Yeah," Merlin sighed, slipping a finger inside of himself and moaning. "I feel really tight."
"Oh, God," Arthur moaned.
"I'm drawing my knees up so I can reach deeper," Merlin said, bending his legs and letting them fall open. He gave a stuttering groan as he added another finger and scissored them carefully.
"Fuck, Merlin," Arthur said, sounding strangled.
"Can't wait for you to get here and put your long, thick cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and jerk me off, until I scream your name and come all over your hand. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Merlin, yes."
"I want you to hit that spot inside of me that makes me moan. This one, here-" Merlin crooked his fingers and pressed them against his prostate, gasping and moaning low in his throat.
"Merlin, when I get there, I'm goi.... your arse and then... until you... for merc.... and your balls."
"What?"
"...maybe upside down or... the hilt of my sword.... like a dog in heat."
"Arthur, you're breaking up. I can't hear you."
"...uck. I'm in the North Tow... No service here...-ead zone... -ucking Camelot Wireless, have them beheaded..."
CLICK.
"Damn it!" Merlin shouted, throwing an arm over his face. "Fucking technology!"
Well, at least Arthur was close by. The North Tower was very close to Gaius' chambers. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Merlin laid back and reinserted his fingers, focusing on opeing himself for Arthur. By the time Arthur banged through his bedroom door, looking flushed and disheveled (and sadly not wearing buckskin pants) Merlin was writhing on the bed, sweaty and breathless, his cock red and throbbing, leaking pre-cum in shiny little trails where it strained against his belly.
It was an incredible relief when Arthur made good on his promise by promptly flipping Merlin onto his stomach, sliding into his arse with a hot, low moan, and pounding him relentlessly into the mattress until Merlin screamed his Prince's name in a hoarse, tight voice, coming all over Arthur's hard hand. Arthur was close behind, burying himself as deep as he could inside Merlin, his hips stuttering where they pressed into Merlin's assecheeks as he made a choked sound and filled his servant with cum.
As they lay panting and sated on the too-narrow bed, Merlin snaked a hand under his back and fished out his discarded phone, dropping it carelessly onto the floor.
"Next time you want to fuck me," he said into Arthur's shoulder. "Don't bother calling ahead of time. Just show up and fuck me, okay?"
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Arthur said, nuzzling his hair sleepily. "At least during the week. I do have free weekend minutes, and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste, after all."
~fin~
Word Count: ~2,400
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur (duh)
Warnings: Graphic Boy!sexin'
Summary: Written for the merlinkinkmeme prompt Arthur/Merlin, Pudsey!AU, phone sex. Arthur and Merlin attempt to have phone sex, but technological difficulties ensue.
A/N: Dear God, I love the Pudsey!AU. There's something so damn amusing about the blending of modern tech and the Merlin canon universe. And let's face it, people - canon Merlin is really not all that more historically accurate than the Pudsey!AU.
Merlin was shoulders-deep in Gaius' leech tank when the unmistakable tones of Bonnie Tyler's I Need A Hero rang out from his pocket. Yelping in surprise and smacking his head, Merlin shimmied out of the tank and fished his Blackberry out of his trousers.
"Arthur, if you're going to ask me to muck out the stables, it'll have to wait until I'm done with my chores for Gaius."
"I've snuck away from the trade agreements with Umbria," Arthur whispered. "I was about to die of boredome. What are you wearing?"
"You - Wait. What?"
"What. Are. You. Wearing?"
"Why do you want to know that? Are you trying to make fun of me? You know, just because you don't see the style potential in neckerchiefs-"
"No, Merlin, you idiot, I'm trying to... you know, have some private time with you."
"Oh! Well, calling me an idiot might not be the best way to get me on board with that."
"Just tell me what you're wearing, Darling. Is that better?"
"Oddly not. I think I prefer idiot."
"Merlin!"
"Okay! Okay! Um... I've got on some brown trousers, and that really old, stained blue shirt with the holes in the elbows, 'cause I'm cleaining out the leech tank and I don't want to muck up any of my nice shirts. No neckerchief, though, 'cause the leeches always get underneath-"
"Merlin," Arthur sighed heavily. "You're doing it wrong."
"What? You asked what I was wearing. I don't understand."
"It's supposed to be sexy."
"Well, there's hardly anything sexy about cleaning out the leech tank, that's for sure."
"That's why you make something up."
"You want me to lie ?"
"Not lie, per say, just... embellish the truth a little. Use your imagination."
"Oh. Okay. Well, then, I'm not wearing anything. How's that?"
Another heavy sigh.
"Okay, Merlin, pay attention and let me show you how this is done."
"Oh, by all means, Sire. So what are you wearing?"
"Well," Arthur said, suddenly breathy, "I'm not wearing a shirt, which means I can rub my thumb over my nipples, like this-" - a gasp - "and I've got on those buckskin pants that are just a little too tight in the thighs, halfway unlaced. No smallclothes, which makes it very easy to slip my hand down the front of them and wrap my fingers around my-"
Merlin moaned, and Arthur chuckled.
"Got it now, Merlin?"
"Guh."
"So, Merlin - what are you wearing?"
"Uh. Okay, um... I've got on those white linen trousers that are sort of see-through when the light hits them, and I'm wearing one of your old shirts - the pale blue one that's open at the chest."
"Better," Arthur sighed happily, making a happy noise in his throat. "What else?"
"Well, there's also a- Leech !"
"What?"
"Oh my God, get it off! Get it off!"
"If you're asking me to undress, that's a rather abrupt way of going about it."
"No - there's a bloody leech on my neck! Oh, God, they're so gross ! Why the bloody hell does Gaius even keep these blasted things?! Ew, ew, ew.... Oh, thank God - I got it."
"Well, thank heavens for that," Arthur said dryly.
"A little sympathy would be nice - I've just had something sucking on my neck and devouring my bodily fluids."
"Wait - are you complaining or is this your idea of dirty talk?"
"My neck hurts."
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Arthur sighed.
"No! No. I was liking the whole buckskin trousers bit. Can we start again?"
"Well, I am left in somewhat of an aroused state, despite your foray into girlish alarm."
"Yeah? Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"What would you do?"
"Oh, well... I'd probably start by peeling those tight buckskin pants off your body, little by little, sliding them down off your hips, over your thighs, till you were naked."
"I knew you were capable of this, Merlin," Arthur gasped.
"Are you touching yourself?" Merlin asked breathlessly.
"Yeah. I've got my hand on my cock and I'm-"
There was a click, then silence.
"Arthur...?" Merlin called desperately. "Arthur?"
Nothing. Merlin pulled the phone away from his cheek and stared at the tiny screen, dismayed to see that the call had been ended. Just as he was about to dial Arthur and demand an explaination, the screen lit up and Bonnie Tyler's voice sounded from the speakers.
"Sorry," Arthur said sheepishly when Merlin answered. "I tried to hold the phone between my cheek and shoulder so I could free up my other hand, and I guess my chin hit the end call button."
"Oh," Merlin said, relieved. "I thought maybe I messed up and you gave up on the whole thing."
"No, no," Arthur insisted. "You were doing really well. You know, peeling off my trousers and all. So... what would you do next?"
"Once you were naked, I'd start at your ankles and kiss my way up your legs, very slowly, taking my time, so that you were hard and begging for it by the time I got to your cock."
"Oh, yeah."
"But I wouldn't touch you there, not yet."
Arthur made a sound halfway between frustration and pleasure.
"First, I'd make my way up your chest, and then I'd lick that spot behind your right ear that makes you shiver and moan."
"Right here," Arthur said lowly, then groaned. "What next?"
"Then I'd suck one of your nipples into my wet, hot mouth and draw little circles on it with my tongue."
"Oh, God, yes-"
"And when you were a writhing mess, I'd finally take my hand and wrap it around your cock, just tight enough to tease, and I'd stroke you until you-"
"Shit!"
"What? No, that's- that's just gross. I mean, I didn't think you were into that sort of thing."
"No. No , you moron. My father's page just walked by and almost discovered me. I had to hide behind a tapestry."
"Oh. Well. This isn't really working, is it?"
"It sure as hell is, Merlin, and that's the problem. Rubeus nearly discovered me lurking in an alcove with a hand own my trousers, sporting an enormous erection."
"Ah. I see how that could be a problem. Well, you should come here and we can finish this the old-fashioned way. Gaius is helping with an outbreak of texting-related carpal-tunnel in the lower town until tomorrow, and I doubt anyone will think to look for you here."
"Merlin, you're bloody brilliant. I'm on my way."
"Really? Um, I should probably clean up a bit before you get here, then. Leech tank and all that."
"Well, go ahead, then, and tell me what you're doing."
"Okay. Well, I'm taking off my trousers now."
"Go on."
"And now the shirt - damn it, I'm tanlged, hold on- okay, I'm naked now. The cool air is making my nipples hard."
"You should touch them."
"Alright. Ah. They're really sensitive."
"When I get there, I'm going lick them and scrape my teeth over them, just hard enough to make you squirm."
Merlin made a slightly embarassing sound and sloshed some of the wash water he was gathering onto the floor.
"What are you doing now?" Arthur asked, and Merlin could hear the faint thump of boots on stairs.
"I'm wetting the cloth and running it over my bare arms," Merlin said, doing just that. "Down over my chest, my ribs, to my belly-"
"Lower," Arthur demanded.
"Yes, okay," Merlin sighed. "It's cold, but it feels good. The cloth is rough when I draw it over my cock."
"Good," Arthur said, the faint beat of his boots picking up pace. "Now I'm-"
Merlin's phone beeped into his ear, and he jumped.
"Hold on," he told Arthur, pulling the phone away from his head. Incoming call from Gaius, the phone informed him. Merlin hastily hit Reject.
"Sorry," he told Arthur. "Gaius was calling."
"Merlin," Arthur sighed, "Don't ever bring up Gaius again while I've got a hard on, alright?"
"Trust me, it wasn't any treat for me, either. I-"
Beep beep.
"Damn it, hold on," Merlin growled. "He's calling back. I'm just going to take this. I'm putting you on hold."
"Merlin, don't you dare-"
"Hi, Gaius, what do you need?"
"Well, hello to you too, Merlin," Gaius said dryly.
"Sorry," Merlin said, desperately trying to pretend he wasn't stark naked with an (admittedly wilting) erection.
"I was just, um, cleaing out the leech tank, an I want to get back to it."
There was a moment of incredulous silence from the other end of the phone, then "I probably don't want to know, do I, my boy?"
"No," Merlin squeaked. "Defnintely not."
"Well, then, could you do me a favor and check the shelf for my Bluetooth headset? I can't seem to find it and I'm wondering if I left it there."
"Sure thing," Merlin said, shuffling over to the shelf and rooting around aimlessly. "Um, doesn't look like it's here. Sorry."
"No matter," Gaius sighed. "It's probably somewhere in my bag."
"Okay then, well, good luck!"
"Goodbye, Merlin," Gaius said dryly.
"Goodbye!" Heaving a releived sigh, Merlin quickly stabbed at the phone's buttons to switch his call over to Arthur, hoping the Prince wasn't too upset with being put on hold.
"Sorry," Merlin exclaimed. "I'm back, and by some miracle I'm still hard. So what are you going to do about it?"
"Merlin," Gaius' carefully level voice said, "Was there something else you needed?"
Merlin's heart froze in horror just as his erection declared defeat and deflated spectacularly. His throat closed up and he made a sort of eeping sound.
"No," he wheezed. "I was just saying, my back - it's hard. Cleaning out the leech tank is hard on my back."
"I see," Gaius said, and Merlin could actually hear the eyebrow raise. "Well, when I return tomorrow I'll make you some Leopard's Bane ointment."
"Thanks," Merlin managed. "Okay. Bye."
This time he made sure he was ending the call with Gaius before reconnecting with Arthur.
"Arthur?" he asked tentitively.
"Merlin," Arthur's annyoed tone announced, "You put me on hold!"
"I'm sorry!" Merlin cried, naked, wet, and beginning to shiver.
"You know it's considered a treasonous act to put a member of the royal family on hold! Plus you have Lady Gaga as your on-hold music. I should have you executed just for that. "
"You know how Gaius is - He would have just kept calling until I answered. And you know you like Lady Gaga as much as I do."
"I do not," Arthur said. "At any rate, I'm almost there. Are you still naked?"
"Yes."
"Well, I want you to do something for me until I get there."
"Alright."
"Go to your bedroom and get on your bed, and bring a bottle of oil with you."
Merlin's cock perked up some, suddenly insterested again. Snagging a bottle of oil from the work bench, Merlin darted up the steps to his room and flopped onto his bed.
Okay," he informed Arthur. "I'm on the bed and I've got the oil."
"Slick up the fingers of your right hand," Arthur insructed, "and open yourself for me. I want you loose and slippery when I get there so I can flip you over and fuck you into the mattress without delay."
Merlin's cock stood up and saluted, and his hands trembled as he yanked the cork out of the bottle of oil and quickly lubed up two fingers.
"Are you doing it?" Arthur asked, sounding breathless.
"Yeah," Merlin sighed, slipping a finger inside of himself and moaning. "I feel really tight."
"Oh, God," Arthur moaned.
"I'm drawing my knees up so I can reach deeper," Merlin said, bending his legs and letting them fall open. He gave a stuttering groan as he added another finger and scissored them carefully.
"Fuck, Merlin," Arthur said, sounding strangled.
"Can't wait for you to get here and put your long, thick cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and jerk me off, until I scream your name and come all over your hand. Will you do that for me?"
"Yes, Merlin, yes."
"I want you to hit that spot inside of me that makes me moan. This one, here-" Merlin crooked his fingers and pressed them against his prostate, gasping and moaning low in his throat.
"Merlin, when I get there, I'm goi.... your arse and then... until you... for merc.... and your balls."
"What?"
"...maybe upside down or... the hilt of my sword.... like a dog in heat."
"Arthur, you're breaking up. I can't hear you."
"...uck. I'm in the North Tow... No service here...-ead zone... -ucking Camelot Wireless, have them beheaded..."
CLICK.
"Damn it!" Merlin shouted, throwing an arm over his face. "Fucking technology!"
Well, at least Arthur was close by. The North Tower was very close to Gaius' chambers. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Merlin laid back and reinserted his fingers, focusing on opeing himself for Arthur. By the time Arthur banged through his bedroom door, looking flushed and disheveled (and sadly not wearing buckskin pants) Merlin was writhing on the bed, sweaty and breathless, his cock red and throbbing, leaking pre-cum in shiny little trails where it strained against his belly.
It was an incredible relief when Arthur made good on his promise by promptly flipping Merlin onto his stomach, sliding into his arse with a hot, low moan, and pounding him relentlessly into the mattress until Merlin screamed his Prince's name in a hoarse, tight voice, coming all over Arthur's hard hand. Arthur was close behind, burying himself as deep as he could inside Merlin, his hips stuttering where they pressed into Merlin's assecheeks as he made a choked sound and filled his servant with cum.
As they lay panting and sated on the too-narrow bed, Merlin snaked a hand under his back and fished out his discarded phone, dropping it carelessly onto the floor.
"Next time you want to fuck me," he said into Arthur's shoulder. "Don't bother calling ahead of time. Just show up and fuck me, okay?"
"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Arthur said, nuzzling his hair sleepily. "At least during the week. I do have free weekend minutes, and it'd be a shame to let them go to waste, after all."
~fin~