Making Other Plans, Part 7 (Merlin/Arthur)
Title: Making Other Plans, Part 7
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 1410
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU
Summary of fic: Life is what happens to us while we're making other plans.
A/N: Unbetaed. AO3 LINK. Written Challenge 5: Song Titles: Michael Jackson for
ficlet_zone. Song I picked (title, really): Call on me.
"Can I get you a drink? Coffee?" Arthur was surprisingly very calm about this. And so was Merlin, but Merlin was a professional. Of sorts.
"I'll have whatever you're having," Merlin replied, looking around Arthur's flat. "Nice place."
"Yeah, it's okay," Arthur said, and he headed to the fridge where he grabbed two beers and brought them to the living room for himself and Merlin. "Beer okay?"
"Fine," Merlin said, watching Arthur open them and handing one to Merlin. "How long have you lived here?"
Arthur shrugged. "My father bought the place while I was still in University. It's one of the few things he paid for while I studied. He didn't want me sharing a flat with my friends; he thought I'd get distracted." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"He's always trying to control you," Merlin said in a soft voice as if he wasn't pitying with Arthur but sympathizing with him.
"So, what does yours do? To you, I mean. I know you said he dedicated himself to his work. Did he try to control you?" Arthur had to take a minute to remember-even though he'd thought Merlin was his date, he'd not been his date. His date was Cenred. So whatever Merlin had told him wasn't something he needed to tell Arthur - was it even the truth?
Was Merlin capable of being honest?
>>>>>>>Honest, though? I've been wanting to kiss you all night.<<<<<<<
"I was speaking the truth about my dad. He became distant when my Mum got real sick and he visited her in hospital but usually when I wasn't around. He wanted me to work with- or for him- I don't know. I just- don't get me wrong. I like my dad a lot. Respect him even, but we're not - and we'll never be on the same page about anything. He's full of hate and is set out to destroy people in the most violent of ways and I- I take a different approach."
"You sleep with them," Arthur said.
Merlin shrugged. "Pays the bills."
"How does he set out to destroy people?" Arthur asked; he finally sat down on the sofa in the sitting room and invited Merlin to do the same. Merlin sat close to him.
Maybe too close.
Maybe not.
"He works in the department of Public Prosecutions," replied Merlin. He took a long swig of his beer and then placed it on the coffee table. "But, I'm not here to discuss my dad, or my relationship with him. Now, am I?"
He leaned closer to Arthur and nuzzled into the crook of Arthur's neck.
"You smell amazing," he said. "Even if you didn't carry condoms with you, you did plan on seducing your date, didn't you?"
"I…" Arthur was tongue tied. Fuck, Merlin was so amazing, and he was just so bloody seductive on his own accord. "No. Just wanted to look good. For you."
Merlin looked up at Arthur, smiling.
"I wanted to impress you even if we'd not met. Even if I had no idea I was going to meet you tonight." Arthur didn't know what he was saying.
"Destiny and all that," Merlin said with a hint of amusement.
"Something like that."
-=-=-
Merlin led Arthur to the bedroom, even if he had never been to Arthur's place before, he seemed to know where he was going. Once there, he closed the door behind them, as if he knew Arthur wanted this. Arthur wanted to have this extra barrier between them and the universe.
He wanted to have a closed-off, safe space with Merlin. He wanted Merlin to be his and didn't want to share him with the universe at all.
They kissed again, slow, as if they had all the time in the world. Arthur did. He'd make time for Merlin, but Merlin didn't seem to be in any rush.
The memory of Merlin telling Arthur about how he might have another appointment came to mind but Merlin hadn't touched his mobile or left Arthur alone at all. "I want you…" Arthur mumbled in Merlin's ear, turning him around, his chest against Merlin's back, and his hand started to rub Merlin's groin over his trousers.
Merlin let out a low moan and pushed back, his arse rubbing against the tent in Arthur's trousers.
"You've got the right idea…" Merlin said. They kept kissing; Merlin's head turned sideways so their lips could meet as they stumbled their way onto Arthur's bed and collapsed.
It seemed, for a while, that kissing was the only thing on the menu. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, and clothes came off gradually, but all the while, Merlin's lips didn't leave Arthur's, or if they did, they only travelled down to Arthur's neck, and then back up to his mouth again.
Merlin had Arthur pinned under him. His hold on Arthur's hands was strong, and he held Arthur's arms above his head while he rubbed and thrust his groin against Arthur.
Arthur didn't complain though. Merlin knew what he was doing, and whatever it was that he was doing, was working for Arthur. He'd never been so turned on. He'd never had a man almost overpower him in such a way he was willing to give. Give it all up, and have Merlin control him.
"Oh," Merlin groaned, releasing Arthur's wrist so he could bring his hand around and wrap it around their cocks.
Arthur took the opportunity of having his arms freed and grabbed Merlin's arse, starting to knead it before urging Merlin closer and increasing the friction between them.
"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna-" was all Merlin had said as he spilled all over his hand and Arthur's stomach.
Arthur was still going at it, and Merlin didn't stop. He encouraged Arthur with his words, his teeth scraping at Arthur's jaw as he nipped and bit, and Arthur continued to fuck Merlin's hand until he came.
It was ridiculous.
Ridiculous at how hot it was, and they'd not even done more than kiss and rub up against each other.
"Fuck fuck fuck. I needed that," Merlin said, rolling off Arthur and tucking himself into his side. "You have no idea how goddamned hot you are."
"You needed that?" Arthur asked, surprised, and hating how insecure he sounded right then. Wasn't Merlin a professional? Didn't he get off with clients all the time?
"Yeah," Merlin said in a matter-of-fact way. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Arthur. "It was fun. I had fun with you. We all need fun, don't we?" he asked, casual.
"I suppose," Arthur said, wondering how long they could stay like that. Was he expected to pay Merlin right away? Did he only accept cash or-
The buzz of a mobile yanked Arthur out of his thoughts and he heard a hint of panic in Merlin's voice.
"Fuck, my phone…" Merlin sat up off the bed and then bent down to the floor to go through his trousers. He didn't stop until he found his mobile and answered it.
"Yeah, this is Em."
"No, shit. Sorry I forgot to text you-"
"Right. Yeah. Listen. I didn't manage to get something but I can't-" He turned to look at Arthur and smiled. "I can't right now. I'm busy."
Arthur felt his face flush and he watched as Merlin's eyes raked up and down his body.
"I got called into something else-"
"No, it's not business related. Not reall-"
"I'd forgot I had another date-"
"Yes, I'm serious."
"Oh, for fuck's sake-"
Merlin bit his lower lip and then turned away from Arthur. "I don't know," he whispered into the phone. "For the love of G-"
"I'll call you tomorrow. First thing, I swear. What?"
"No, I don't know."
"No, I don't need you to send me a car."
"Yes. I know the address. Maybe."
"Goodbye, love."
After Merlin ended the call, he looked at Arthur apologetically. "Sorry about that. That was my…"
"Boss? Pimp?" Arthur asked, teasing. Kind of.
Merlin laughed. "Boss. Yeah. She'd love that. Best friend and flatmate, actually."
"She knows what you do- Where you are?"
Merlin shrugged. "She helped me get the job."
"Oh," Arthur said.
"Right. You th-" Merlin started to say but whatever he was going to say was cut off because then, Arthur's mobile started to ring. He watched as Merlin fetched through Arthur's trousers to find it for him.
Finally, he handed it to Arthur.
"It's my father."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/626489.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 1410
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU
Summary of fic: Life is what happens to us while we're making other plans.
A/N: Unbetaed. AO3 LINK. Written Challenge 5: Song Titles: Michael Jackson for
ficlet_zone. Song I picked (title, really): Call on me.
"Can I get you a drink? Coffee?" Arthur was surprisingly very calm about this. And so was Merlin, but Merlin was a professional. Of sorts.
"I'll have whatever you're having," Merlin replied, looking around Arthur's flat. "Nice place."
"Yeah, it's okay," Arthur said, and he headed to the fridge where he grabbed two beers and brought them to the living room for himself and Merlin. "Beer okay?"
"Fine," Merlin said, watching Arthur open them and handing one to Merlin. "How long have you lived here?"
Arthur shrugged. "My father bought the place while I was still in University. It's one of the few things he paid for while I studied. He didn't want me sharing a flat with my friends; he thought I'd get distracted." Arthur rolled his eyes.
"He's always trying to control you," Merlin said in a soft voice as if he wasn't pitying with Arthur but sympathizing with him.
"So, what does yours do? To you, I mean. I know you said he dedicated himself to his work. Did he try to control you?" Arthur had to take a minute to remember-even though he'd thought Merlin was his date, he'd not been his date. His date was Cenred. So whatever Merlin had told him wasn't something he needed to tell Arthur - was it even the truth?
Was Merlin capable of being honest?
>>>>>>>Honest, though? I've been wanting to kiss you all night.<<<<<<<
"I was speaking the truth about my dad. He became distant when my Mum got real sick and he visited her in hospital but usually when I wasn't around. He wanted me to work with- or for him- I don't know. I just- don't get me wrong. I like my dad a lot. Respect him even, but we're not - and we'll never be on the same page about anything. He's full of hate and is set out to destroy people in the most violent of ways and I- I take a different approach."
"You sleep with them," Arthur said.
Merlin shrugged. "Pays the bills."
"How does he set out to destroy people?" Arthur asked; he finally sat down on the sofa in the sitting room and invited Merlin to do the same. Merlin sat close to him.
Maybe too close.
Maybe not.
"He works in the department of Public Prosecutions," replied Merlin. He took a long swig of his beer and then placed it on the coffee table. "But, I'm not here to discuss my dad, or my relationship with him. Now, am I?"
He leaned closer to Arthur and nuzzled into the crook of Arthur's neck.
"You smell amazing," he said. "Even if you didn't carry condoms with you, you did plan on seducing your date, didn't you?"
"I…" Arthur was tongue tied. Fuck, Merlin was so amazing, and he was just so bloody seductive on his own accord. "No. Just wanted to look good. For you."
Merlin looked up at Arthur, smiling.
"I wanted to impress you even if we'd not met. Even if I had no idea I was going to meet you tonight." Arthur didn't know what he was saying.
"Destiny and all that," Merlin said with a hint of amusement.
"Something like that."
-=-=-
Merlin led Arthur to the bedroom, even if he had never been to Arthur's place before, he seemed to know where he was going. Once there, he closed the door behind them, as if he knew Arthur wanted this. Arthur wanted to have this extra barrier between them and the universe.
He wanted to have a closed-off, safe space with Merlin. He wanted Merlin to be his and didn't want to share him with the universe at all.
They kissed again, slow, as if they had all the time in the world. Arthur did. He'd make time for Merlin, but Merlin didn't seem to be in any rush.
The memory of Merlin telling Arthur about how he might have another appointment came to mind but Merlin hadn't touched his mobile or left Arthur alone at all. "I want you…" Arthur mumbled in Merlin's ear, turning him around, his chest against Merlin's back, and his hand started to rub Merlin's groin over his trousers.
Merlin let out a low moan and pushed back, his arse rubbing against the tent in Arthur's trousers.
"You've got the right idea…" Merlin said. They kept kissing; Merlin's head turned sideways so their lips could meet as they stumbled their way onto Arthur's bed and collapsed.
It seemed, for a while, that kissing was the only thing on the menu. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, and clothes came off gradually, but all the while, Merlin's lips didn't leave Arthur's, or if they did, they only travelled down to Arthur's neck, and then back up to his mouth again.
Merlin had Arthur pinned under him. His hold on Arthur's hands was strong, and he held Arthur's arms above his head while he rubbed and thrust his groin against Arthur.
Arthur didn't complain though. Merlin knew what he was doing, and whatever it was that he was doing, was working for Arthur. He'd never been so turned on. He'd never had a man almost overpower him in such a way he was willing to give. Give it all up, and have Merlin control him.
"Oh," Merlin groaned, releasing Arthur's wrist so he could bring his hand around and wrap it around their cocks.
Arthur took the opportunity of having his arms freed and grabbed Merlin's arse, starting to knead it before urging Merlin closer and increasing the friction between them.
"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna-" was all Merlin had said as he spilled all over his hand and Arthur's stomach.
Arthur was still going at it, and Merlin didn't stop. He encouraged Arthur with his words, his teeth scraping at Arthur's jaw as he nipped and bit, and Arthur continued to fuck Merlin's hand until he came.
It was ridiculous.
Ridiculous at how hot it was, and they'd not even done more than kiss and rub up against each other.
"Fuck fuck fuck. I needed that," Merlin said, rolling off Arthur and tucking himself into his side. "You have no idea how goddamned hot you are."
"You needed that?" Arthur asked, surprised, and hating how insecure he sounded right then. Wasn't Merlin a professional? Didn't he get off with clients all the time?
"Yeah," Merlin said in a matter-of-fact way. He propped himself up on an elbow and looked at Arthur. "It was fun. I had fun with you. We all need fun, don't we?" he asked, casual.
"I suppose," Arthur said, wondering how long they could stay like that. Was he expected to pay Merlin right away? Did he only accept cash or-
The buzz of a mobile yanked Arthur out of his thoughts and he heard a hint of panic in Merlin's voice.
"Fuck, my phone…" Merlin sat up off the bed and then bent down to the floor to go through his trousers. He didn't stop until he found his mobile and answered it.
"Yeah, this is Em."
"No, shit. Sorry I forgot to text you-"
"Right. Yeah. Listen. I didn't manage to get something but I can't-" He turned to look at Arthur and smiled. "I can't right now. I'm busy."
Arthur felt his face flush and he watched as Merlin's eyes raked up and down his body.
"I got called into something else-"
"No, it's not business related. Not reall-"
"I'd forgot I had another date-"
"Yes, I'm serious."
"Oh, for fuck's sake-"
Merlin bit his lower lip and then turned away from Arthur. "I don't know," he whispered into the phone. "For the love of G-"
"I'll call you tomorrow. First thing, I swear. What?"
"No, I don't know."
"No, I don't need you to send me a car."
"Yes. I know the address. Maybe."
"Goodbye, love."
After Merlin ended the call, he looked at Arthur apologetically. "Sorry about that. That was my…"
"Boss? Pimp?" Arthur asked, teasing. Kind of.
Merlin laughed. "Boss. Yeah. She'd love that. Best friend and flatmate, actually."
"She knows what you do- Where you are?"
Merlin shrugged. "She helped me get the job."
"Oh," Arthur said.
"Right. You th-" Merlin started to say but whatever he was going to say was cut off because then, Arthur's mobile started to ring. He watched as Merlin fetched through Arthur's trousers to find it for him.
Finally, he handed it to Arthur.
"It's my father."
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/626489.html. Thanks for reading