(un)convention(al): Merlin/Arthur, PG-13
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Title: (un)convention(al)
Author: quarterwhore
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Summary: Merlin/Arthur modern AU with actor!Arthur and fanartist!Merlin set at a convention. From this kinkme_merlin prompt: Arthur is an actor in a TV show with a large cult following. Merlin is a BNF at a convention who draws REALLY GRATUITOUS/REALISTIC FANART. Arthur recognizes him by his username.
AN: I have never been to a convention, so I have no idea what it's like. Unbetaed, feel free to point out errors. This whole fic is completely self-indulgent and ridiculous.
“Oh my god!” Arthur freezes like a startled deer behind the potted plants in the corner where he’s hiding from the fans and the bodyguards provided by the convention. But he’s safe; the girl is rushing to embrace a tall, thin man with dark hair and abnormally large ears.
“I’m slash dragon tamer one ninety-three,” she says. And I have printed copies of all your work, I love it, your attention to detail is just amazing! As it happens, I have a copy of my favorite with me now." She gestures to her purse and says “Would you mind…?”
The man blushes and laughs sheepishly. "Sure, why not?”
Slashdragontamer193 scrambles in her oversized purse for a piece of glossy paper, but Arthur can’t see what’s on it.
The man grins even harder when he sees the picture. “This one is my favorite, too,” he admits. “Although a bit self-indulgent, don’t’ you think?” He and Slashdragontamer193 share secretive smiles. He signs it, and she puts it back in her purse carefully.
“Maybe I’ll get Arthur to sign it too,” Slashdragontamer193 says with a cheeky grin.
“Oh, god,” he laughs. “Could you imagine his face? The poor man.”
Arthur is even more curious to see the picture now. But he’s starting to feel nervous.
“I think I’ll be too starstruck, to remember anyway,” Slashdragontamer193 confides. “Arthur Pendragon is the sexiest man on earth.”
Arthur smirks and flexes his biceps unconsciously.
“Amen,” the man agrees, nodding fervently. “I’d do him in a heartbeat. It’s a shame he comes off like such a prat in all the interviews and behind the scenes footage, though.”
Arthur pauses. He feels rather offended by that. It’s not that it isn’t true, because it kind of is, but the man doesn’t have to say it so candidly, or say it out loud at all! Especially when Arthur can hear him. I mean, the man doesn’t know Arthur can hear him, but that’s beside the point. It’s rather rude.
Slashdragontamer193 giggles. “But that’s part of his charm.” Arthur feels oddly validated. “Are you going to the next panel?”
“Oh yeah, that’s starting now, isn’t it?” The man frowns and shifts uncomfortably. “Erm, how about you go and save me a seat, yeah?”
Slashdragontamer193 beams. “Of course I will! See you there, Emrys!”
Arthur’s jaw drops. That’s Emrys? The Emrys? Emrys’ fanart of him is so popular that when he googles his own name, a very NC-17 rated and surprisingly anatomically accurate sketch of him shows up. Arthur is torn between feeling disturbed or enormously flattered that someone had taken the time to not only imagine, but to draw him nude.
He sees Emrys walk into the loo, and Arthur trails him from a distance. He’s not sure what he’s planning-is he going to stalk Emrys for a bit, confront him, something else?- but he feels oddly compelled to follow him. He spots Emrys’ feet in a stall and hides into the stall next to it. He hears the sound of Emrys’ pants dropping and a muffled groan, followed by the telltale sound of wet friction.
Arthur rethinks his half-baked plan. He could slip out now, and leave before it gets even more awkward than sitting in a bathroom stall next to a masturbating man who just happens to draw him nude.
But he stays, and listens to the sounds of Emrys’ quiet gasps and moans. He starts getting hard himself, and tells himself that it’s only normal to respond when listening to whimpers and moans like that.
In a respectable amount of time, considering this is masturbation and is presumably for necessity rather than leisure, Emrys moans loudly and is quiet for a few seconds other than catching his breath a bit. Arthur hears Emrys get a bit of toilet paper to clean himself up with, followed by the sound of trousers and then a zipper being pulled up.
Arthur glances at his own erection thoughtfully, and comes to a gloriously stupid, spontaneous decision. He unlocks his stall door, stands near the sink, and waits.
A few seconds later, he sees Emrys emerge from the stall with a satisfied look on his face. He freezes when he sees Arthur leaning against the sink, but doesn’t have much time to gape before Arthur is stalking towards him, pushing him back into the stall and locking the door behind them.