Making Other Plans, Part 11 (THE END)
Title: Making Other Plans, 11
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 3400
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU. Sexual content.
Challenge/Summary: Life is what happens when we're too busy making other plans.
A/N: This is the conclusion of the story, this is the final chapter with 3k words. Written for prompt (SONG PROMPT) for
ficlet_zone: All I Do Is Dream of You. Unbetaed. (FULL STORY AO3 LINK)
Merlin arrived at Arthur's flat right on time. He was never one to ever be late, and Arthur had expected as such and been prepared. He wasn't much of a cook so he made a quick pasta dish with salad and had the wine glasses ready. Merlin had said he was bringing the wine.
As soon as Arthur opened the door, and let Merlin in, Merlin had pulled him into an embrace.
"Oh," Arthur said with a surprise, but it felt good. He loved having Merlin in his arms. Even though they had been dating now, he still wasn't used to it. He still wasn't used to calling Merlin as his own.
"Thanks for inviting me," Merlin said and placed a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek. It was beyond sweet, and Arthur didn't know what he'd done to deserve it.
"It's just dinner. Nothing fancy," Arthur said.
"It means a lot to me," said Merlin.
"Right…" Arthur said clearing his throat and they made their way to the kitchen. Was inviting him for dinner really that big of a deal? Whenever Merlin wanted to see him, Arthur had made himself available. Never had he ever given Merlin the impression, he didn't think, he was too busy for Merlin.
"Looks great!" Merlin said looking at the presentation on the kitchen table. "Here, I got this…" Merlin reached into his bag and pulled out two bottles of wine. "I hope they're good."
"I'm sure they're fine," Arthur said, taking the bottles from Merlin. He fetched his decanter and opened one bottle to let it breath for a bit. "Should we sit?"
Merlin nodded and waited for Arthur to sit first and then pulled up a chair close to him.
"You said you wanted to tell me something?"
"Yeah…" Merlin said excited and both he and Arthur started to help themselves with the salad as Merlin began talking.
"The latest investigation job I had, it was months and months of work. You know, preparation, recon, and then doing follow up. Gwen and I were on the task for a while and we had to put all of our other projects on the back burner…"
"What was it about?"
Merlin bit his lower lip. "I can't really tell you that," he said.
"Right, of course." Arthur took a hold of the decanter and poured them both a bit of wine. "Sorry."
"No, don't…" Merlin said, his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "It was about embezzlement. And when it's out in the papers, you and everyone else will know all about it."
"Sounds interesting," said Arthur. "Sounds like you really had fun with it."
"I did!" Merlin said excited. "See, I knew I could count on you to get it."
"What do you mean?
"Gwen's boyfriend is such a jealous type. I mean, we both sometimes bend the line but we would never do anything illegal or jeopardise our own relationships. I mean we're not spies. It's not like we're going to shag the enemy or whatever."
"Of course," Arthur said with a confidence he didn't have. Just the other day he was talking to Gwaine about his insecurities, and now to hear Merlin dismiss someone else's feelings like that - it didn't settle well with him. "But, I could see how her boyfriend would be worried. I mean, even if it's for work - nobody wants to know your boyfriend had to kiss someone and pretend to be an escort. Or your girlfriend, in this case."
Merlin's eyebrows went up in surprise and he was quiet for a while.
"Is that how you feel too?"
Arthur looked away and bit into his salad. "Not exactly but you know… just saying I can sympathise with the man."
Usually, Arthur wasn't so insecure. He'd never cared much about his boyfriends in the past. He could see why they didn't last very long though, but with Merlin? Everything was different. He cared. Maybe he cared too much. He wanted Merlin all to himself. He had never felt this strongly about anyone else before. The idea of another man touching Merlin, even in the most innocent of ways had his blood boiling.
"Anyway, your work's your work. If you like it, no one should tell you that you should do something differently. If a man can't trust you, he doesn't deserve to be with you."
Merlin gave him another smile then and he turned away from Arthur to eat his food. He gently leaned over and bumped his shoulder with Arthur and then continued concentrating on his salad. Arthur did the same.
"So was there a point to your story?" Arthur asked once they were done and he offered more wine to Merlin.
"Oh, I totally forgot!" Merlin said, his arms flailing about and then he grabbed Arthur's face and kissed him.
He was always so free and charismatic, it surprised Arthur.
"The payout from this was huge. I man HUGE! Let's take a trip to the Bahamas, huge. So Gwen and I are taking a little break. She's going on holiday with her boyfriend, Lance, and I might even have more time on my hands. So I thought… I dunno…"
"More time to spend with me?" Arthur asked, cautious, hoping he wasn't reading the room wrong.
"Yes, well, that was the idea," Merlin said with a shy smile. "I don't know if you can take a holiday, or maybe even a weekend getaway with me… I'm just worried if I'm idling about, my father is going to reach out to me and I just don't have time to deal with that drama right now."
"Yeah, but eventually, you're going to have to talk to him. I mean, do you plan on ignoring him forever?"
"I don't see a problem with that. I mean, if you could get away with it… would you want to see your dad all the time?"
Arthur laughed. "No, I can't get away with it. Maybe I'm just jealous you do it so effortlessly."
"So what do you say?"
Arthur pretended to think about it for a while.
"Oh, come on, Arthur. You're torturing me!"
"I didn't know you could ever be so impatient, Merlin?" Arthur teased.
Merlin made a face and then his hand rested on Arthur's chest, and before Arthur even knew it, he'd pinched one of Arthur's nipples.
"Ow!" Arthur protested.
"Don't keep me waiting. I don't like this trait in a lover."
"Right. And what about last time when you had tied my hands and then had kept me waiting forever?" Arthur's heart was beating fast as he remembered the last time he and Merlin had been in bed together. Every time they'd got together, it was a something different, but it felt familiar. Being with Merlin felt the best kind of familiar.
"I can keep you waiting, you see… it's one of those talents I picked up as a male escort," teased Merlin.
Arthur scowled then, feeling foolish once again, for having thought Merlin an escort. But Merlin also hadn't helped the case.
"Come on, don't be sour about it," Merlin said, leaning close to Arthur again, his lips against Arthur's neck. "I had taken it as a compliment. I promise."
"Right, me thinking you were a prostitute was a compliment," Arthur said as Merlin started to suck on his neck. "And if you keep this up, we won't even get to have the pasta…"
"I think we should have a bit of physical fun before we load up on carbs, don't you think?"
"Merlin…" Arthur groaned, feeling Merlin's hand pressed against his groin as his evil tongue worked its way up and down Arthur's neck. "Stop, it tickles…" he whined.
"You love it."
"Yeah…" Arthur gasped.
"I take it as a compliment because you wanted me so bad, you were willing to pay me for sex…" Merlin laughed low, and the sensation vibrated through Arthur's body. It wasn't mocking, or full of malice, it oddly felt sweet. "When I started talking to you, I was so into you… you're so fucking hot, Arthur, and then when you wanted me back. The way you'd claimed me… I still wank thinking about how hot that was. How hot you make me."
"You do?" Arthur asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. "Falling for you wasn't part of my plan."
"It wasn't part of my plan, either," replied Merlin and then he got up, taking Arthur's hand, urging him to stand up as well.
"Where we going?"
"I'm taking you to bed, Arthur. Dinner will have to wait." He grabbed the decanter, telling Arthur to grab the wine glasses, and they made their way to Arthur's bedroom.
Post-sex, Merlin loved talking in bed, cuddling, and having a drink. It was something Arthur wasn't used to, but he liked it about Merlin. They were so different from each other at times, and Arthur loved making new habits - making new habits with both of them as a couple.
If Merlin spilled the wine, Arthur would see the stain the next time he did laundry and probably get hard thinking about how hot their fucking had been. But also, how Merlin had fallen asleep in his arms.
When they were in bed, Merlin took it upon himself to undress Arthur first and then he hastily removed all of his clothes. He rested himself in-between Arthur's legs, and Arthur immediately arched up, causing more friction between their bodies.
"How do you want me?" Arthur whispered against Merlin's lips, his hands roaming up and down Merlin's back.
"Want you inside me," Merlin said, sounding desperate. And as Arthur reached over to the drawer next to his bed for condoms and lube, Merlin swatted his hand away. Instead, he went to look for them. There was just something incredible about Merlin knowing where everything was in Arthur's flat and for him to show how desperate he was for the same things as Arthur.
"You going to ride me?" Arthur asked breathless as Merlin stroked Arthur's cock before pushing the condom down on it.
"I would… but I want a little bit more tonight. Need you to really fuck me."
Arthur moaned as he grabbed Merlin and then switched their positions. Merlin was on all fours, as Arthur got behind him, pressing the head of his cock against Merlin's hole.
"Don't hold back, yeah?" Merlin said, his face all but buried into the pillow.
"I have no intentions of doing anything like that," Arthur assured him. Maybe all this time he had been holding back, especially when it came to fucking Merlin, but tonight it felt different. Tonight, it felt like they were starting on something Arthur hadn't predicted. He hadn't planned.
Funny how nothing was ever turned out the way he'd planned.
At first, he pushed in slow, but it didn't take long until he picked up the pace. He was slamming into Merlin, feeling desperate, wanting more and more because he now knew Merlin would give it to him.
Once, when he was rooted deep inside Merlin, both of them panting and sweaty, Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin's torso and pulled him up. "Turn with me," he whispered in Merlin's ear, and they slowly turned to their side, with Arthur behind Merlin, as they both lay. Arthur reached down to pull Merlin's right leg up in the air and started to pound into him again.
The angle seemed to be working for Merlin as well, because, he was making the most delicious noises of pleasure along with uttering words of encouragement.
"More, Arthur." And "God, yes, right there." Along with "Fuck, I'm going to fucking die… yes, please!"
"I'm going to… fuck so close…" was all the warning Arthur had given before he spilled himself inside Merlin. His lips, slightly parted, rested against the back of Merlin's neck as he tried to catch his breath.
When he reached to touch Merlin's cock, it was still rock hard, and Arthur stroked it a bit before he carefully pulled out of Merlin.
"Don't touch yourself," he demanded, and got rid of the condom, before returning his attention to Merlin.
Eventually, he settled himself on the bed, his mouth on Merlin's cock. "Oh, Arthur…" Merlin whispered as Arthur licked the head of Merlin's cock and then swirled his tongue around the slit. "I would have been happy with a hand job…" he moaned.
Arthur chuckled and took Merlin all the way down his throat.
"I won't last long…" Merlin warned as Arthur continued to provide Merlin pleasure in the way he knew best.
He was right. Merlin hadn't lasted long, but Arthur was satisfied with the taste that went down his throat. Knowing, he was the only one who could make Merlin fall apart like that, was the best feeling in the world.
0-0
Arthur sat up in bed with Merlin settled on his lap; his back pressed against Arthur's chest. Merlin was always needy for touch after sex, and Arthur didn't mind providing him with whatever he desired.
"So you know, Gwaine is going to propose to Percival soon," Arthur said, when they had been quiet for a bit, and only sipping on the wine.
"Yeah?" Merlin asked, perking up. "You think he'll say yes?"
"I think so," Arthur replied, kissing the top of Merlin's head and Merlin leaned more into his embrace. "Gwaine told me he planned on doing a weekend getaway after to celebrate."
"Oh?"
"Maybe we can go with them. If you think that's all right. I mean, they'll be a newly engaged couple and I don't want you to think-"
"That's a great idea!" Merlin replied. "I already asked you for a weekend trip so why would I think anything? I mean… it might be slightly exhausting to be with a couple that's all gooey and madly in love and all…"
"Yeah, that won't be us."
"Nope," Merlin tilted his head back and kissed Arthur on the lips. "Totally not all gooey or nauseatingly in love."
They laughed together, and Arthur knew both he and Merlin were getting to that stage. It'd been totally unanticipated on Arthur's part, but it also made him wonder if it'd been the same for Merlin as well.
The scary, yet marvelous thing about it was that he was falling nauseatingly in love with Merlin.
"Should we go back and finish off dinner then?" Merlin asked once they'd been out of wine and Arthur was starting to feel slightly tipsy.
"Yeah, good idea," he said, and as they made their way out of bed, Arthur gave Merlin a t-shirt and cotton shorts as he dressed in something similar. Absentmindedly, he added, "maybe you can bring some clothes here to leave for whenever you're here overnight. Or maybe we can go shopping to get you something that fits you-"
"You want me to bring clothes over?" Merlin sounded genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, unless you like sleeping in my clothes."
"I love sleeping in your clothes, but yeah, I wouldn't mind…"
Arthur looked at Merlin, unable to understand when he was so surprised. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, not at all," Merlin said and he quickly left the bedroom. Arthur followed him in, still thoroughly confused.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I mean, it doesn't have to mean anything. Just you … I thought because we're talking about going away together and maybe being boyfriends… it just felt like the thing to do."
"Of course," Merlin said, putting the pasta on two plates and then heading over to the microwave. "You just surprised me, is all."
"Why?"
"Because…" Merlin said sounding a bit exhausted, Arthur thought. "You went from never asking me out on a date, to giving me a drawer in your cupboard, and I thought… I'm just not used to hot and cold. I'm used to having people figured out and I…apparently we're boyfriends, now?"
"So do you not want a drawer?"
"I want a bloody drawer!" Merlin said, almost shouting. Still, he sounded more like he couldn't believe they were having this conversation, and Arthur was a knobhead, than anything else.
"I didn't mean to confuse or upset you with my inability to express feelings…" Arthur said, genuine.
Merlin laughed and walked over to Arthur and pulled him in a hug. "I'm not upset. Not even at the least…" He buried his face in Arthur's neck and breathed slowly. "Let's just eat, yeah? And next time I'm coming over, I'll bring some overnight things and a toothbrush."
"Brilliant," said Arthur, glad whatever this crisis was, had been averted.
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Arthur's phone didn't stop buzzing for minutes and he groaned as he reached over to the night stand to grab it. Merlin was attached to his side and he complained as Arthur had to move away from him.
"Here, your mobile is also ringing…" Arthur handed Merlin his mobile and then look at his own to read the text messages and the missed call screen. He had three missed calls from Gwaine and part of him panicked, worried that Percy might have said no to the proposal.
But the messages were something totally different. They consisted of…
Gwaine: Have you read the news? Probably not. You are mentioned in the celebrity gossip section.
You and Merlin.
Here, I'm sending you the link.
"What the…" Merlin said and grumbled something else before he sat up straight in bed.
"What is it?" Arthur did the same, and then clicked on the link Gwaine had sent him.
Son of Camelot's most successful businessman has finally met his match.
Arthur read the headline and was absolutely confused.
"What are they talking about?"
Merlin read the next part for him. "Arthur Pendragon, Camelot's most eligible gay bachelor found courting Merlin Emrys, son of Public Prosecutor, Balinor Guerra. The couple has been spotted at local coffee shops and restaurants, and even at the cinema. When approached, young Mr Pendragon only mentions Emrys as a friend. However, the industrialist Uther Pendragon wasn't shy about letting us know he's very happy with the union, and finally, his son is dating someone worthy of his rank."
"Oh, I think I am going to be sick," said Arthur as he grabbed Merlin's phone from him and put it back on the nightstand.
"I'm surprised they didn't go after my father for comments," Merlin said.
"It's unbelievable," Arthur said.
"It's not that bad. I mean…do you want to go on public record and say we're just friends?"
"No, it's not that. I don't care what they publish. I can't believe I unknowingly have a boyfriend my father approves of. Is it too late for me to go back to thinking you're an escort? And not the son of a famous Public Prosecutor?"
Merlin laughed. "Oh, Gwen's going to have a fit over this."
"Why?"
"I can't exactly be on the field if everyone knows who I am," Merlin said.
"Right. So that'll mean…"
"It's a desk job for me unless I decide to return to university to finish my graduate studies." Merlin looked worried when he locked eyes with Arthur.
Part of Arthur was happy to know Merlin had a back-up plan and he wasn't planning on being a PI forever. "What is it?" he asked when Merlin was still looking like something bad had happened.
"You're not going to break it off with me, are you? I mean, your father approves of me. Wasn't that sort of the breaking point for Cenred?"
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at Merlin's worried expression. "No, Merlin. I won't be getting rid of you so easily. However, I'm worried once you actually meet my father, if that ever happens, he might disapprove of what you do."
"Oh, okay then." Merlin seemed to relax.
"So, I think you should tell him most of your days you pretend to be an escort. That'll go over very well, I think."
Arthur's mobile buzzed again and he groaned as he begrudgingly checked the message. It was Gwaine again.
By the way, he said yes.
Arthur smiled and showed Merlin the message. "Whatever it is, will have to wait now, anyway. As we have a weekend trip to plan."
It seemed, Arthur's life always took a strange turn when he'd least expected it. But he supposed it was only natural.
Life was what happened when one was busy making other plans.
THE END
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/650427.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Word Count: 3400
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Content: Modern!AU. Sexual content.
Challenge/Summary: Life is what happens when we're too busy making other plans.
A/N: This is the conclusion of the story, this is the final chapter with 3k words. Written for prompt (SONG PROMPT) for
ficlet_zone: All I Do Is Dream of You. Unbetaed. (FULL STORY AO3 LINK)
Merlin arrived at Arthur's flat right on time. He was never one to ever be late, and Arthur had expected as such and been prepared. He wasn't much of a cook so he made a quick pasta dish with salad and had the wine glasses ready. Merlin had said he was bringing the wine.
As soon as Arthur opened the door, and let Merlin in, Merlin had pulled him into an embrace.
"Oh," Arthur said with a surprise, but it felt good. He loved having Merlin in his arms. Even though they had been dating now, he still wasn't used to it. He still wasn't used to calling Merlin as his own.
"Thanks for inviting me," Merlin said and placed a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek. It was beyond sweet, and Arthur didn't know what he'd done to deserve it.
"It's just dinner. Nothing fancy," Arthur said.
"It means a lot to me," said Merlin.
"Right…" Arthur said clearing his throat and they made their way to the kitchen. Was inviting him for dinner really that big of a deal? Whenever Merlin wanted to see him, Arthur had made himself available. Never had he ever given Merlin the impression, he didn't think, he was too busy for Merlin.
"Looks great!" Merlin said looking at the presentation on the kitchen table. "Here, I got this…" Merlin reached into his bag and pulled out two bottles of wine. "I hope they're good."
"I'm sure they're fine," Arthur said, taking the bottles from Merlin. He fetched his decanter and opened one bottle to let it breath for a bit. "Should we sit?"
Merlin nodded and waited for Arthur to sit first and then pulled up a chair close to him.
"You said you wanted to tell me something?"
"Yeah…" Merlin said excited and both he and Arthur started to help themselves with the salad as Merlin began talking.
"The latest investigation job I had, it was months and months of work. You know, preparation, recon, and then doing follow up. Gwen and I were on the task for a while and we had to put all of our other projects on the back burner…"
"What was it about?"
Merlin bit his lower lip. "I can't really tell you that," he said.
"Right, of course." Arthur took a hold of the decanter and poured them both a bit of wine. "Sorry."
"No, don't…" Merlin said, his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "It was about embezzlement. And when it's out in the papers, you and everyone else will know all about it."
"Sounds interesting," said Arthur. "Sounds like you really had fun with it."
"I did!" Merlin said excited. "See, I knew I could count on you to get it."
"What do you mean?
"Gwen's boyfriend is such a jealous type. I mean, we both sometimes bend the line but we would never do anything illegal or jeopardise our own relationships. I mean we're not spies. It's not like we're going to shag the enemy or whatever."
"Of course," Arthur said with a confidence he didn't have. Just the other day he was talking to Gwaine about his insecurities, and now to hear Merlin dismiss someone else's feelings like that - it didn't settle well with him. "But, I could see how her boyfriend would be worried. I mean, even if it's for work - nobody wants to know your boyfriend had to kiss someone and pretend to be an escort. Or your girlfriend, in this case."
Merlin's eyebrows went up in surprise and he was quiet for a while.
"Is that how you feel too?"
Arthur looked away and bit into his salad. "Not exactly but you know… just saying I can sympathise with the man."
Usually, Arthur wasn't so insecure. He'd never cared much about his boyfriends in the past. He could see why they didn't last very long though, but with Merlin? Everything was different. He cared. Maybe he cared too much. He wanted Merlin all to himself. He had never felt this strongly about anyone else before. The idea of another man touching Merlin, even in the most innocent of ways had his blood boiling.
"Anyway, your work's your work. If you like it, no one should tell you that you should do something differently. If a man can't trust you, he doesn't deserve to be with you."
Merlin gave him another smile then and he turned away from Arthur to eat his food. He gently leaned over and bumped his shoulder with Arthur and then continued concentrating on his salad. Arthur did the same.
"So was there a point to your story?" Arthur asked once they were done and he offered more wine to Merlin.
"Oh, I totally forgot!" Merlin said, his arms flailing about and then he grabbed Arthur's face and kissed him.
He was always so free and charismatic, it surprised Arthur.
"The payout from this was huge. I man HUGE! Let's take a trip to the Bahamas, huge. So Gwen and I are taking a little break. She's going on holiday with her boyfriend, Lance, and I might even have more time on my hands. So I thought… I dunno…"
"More time to spend with me?" Arthur asked, cautious, hoping he wasn't reading the room wrong.
"Yes, well, that was the idea," Merlin said with a shy smile. "I don't know if you can take a holiday, or maybe even a weekend getaway with me… I'm just worried if I'm idling about, my father is going to reach out to me and I just don't have time to deal with that drama right now."
"Yeah, but eventually, you're going to have to talk to him. I mean, do you plan on ignoring him forever?"
"I don't see a problem with that. I mean, if you could get away with it… would you want to see your dad all the time?"
Arthur laughed. "No, I can't get away with it. Maybe I'm just jealous you do it so effortlessly."
"So what do you say?"
Arthur pretended to think about it for a while.
"Oh, come on, Arthur. You're torturing me!"
"I didn't know you could ever be so impatient, Merlin?" Arthur teased.
Merlin made a face and then his hand rested on Arthur's chest, and before Arthur even knew it, he'd pinched one of Arthur's nipples.
"Ow!" Arthur protested.
"Don't keep me waiting. I don't like this trait in a lover."
"Right. And what about last time when you had tied my hands and then had kept me waiting forever?" Arthur's heart was beating fast as he remembered the last time he and Merlin had been in bed together. Every time they'd got together, it was a something different, but it felt familiar. Being with Merlin felt the best kind of familiar.
"I can keep you waiting, you see… it's one of those talents I picked up as a male escort," teased Merlin.
Arthur scowled then, feeling foolish once again, for having thought Merlin an escort. But Merlin also hadn't helped the case.
"Come on, don't be sour about it," Merlin said, leaning close to Arthur again, his lips against Arthur's neck. "I had taken it as a compliment. I promise."
"Right, me thinking you were a prostitute was a compliment," Arthur said as Merlin started to suck on his neck. "And if you keep this up, we won't even get to have the pasta…"
"I think we should have a bit of physical fun before we load up on carbs, don't you think?"
"Merlin…" Arthur groaned, feeling Merlin's hand pressed against his groin as his evil tongue worked its way up and down Arthur's neck. "Stop, it tickles…" he whined.
"You love it."
"Yeah…" Arthur gasped.
"I take it as a compliment because you wanted me so bad, you were willing to pay me for sex…" Merlin laughed low, and the sensation vibrated through Arthur's body. It wasn't mocking, or full of malice, it oddly felt sweet. "When I started talking to you, I was so into you… you're so fucking hot, Arthur, and then when you wanted me back. The way you'd claimed me… I still wank thinking about how hot that was. How hot you make me."
"You do?" Arthur asked, unable to hide the surprise in his voice. "Falling for you wasn't part of my plan."
"It wasn't part of my plan, either," replied Merlin and then he got up, taking Arthur's hand, urging him to stand up as well.
"Where we going?"
"I'm taking you to bed, Arthur. Dinner will have to wait." He grabbed the decanter, telling Arthur to grab the wine glasses, and they made their way to Arthur's bedroom.
Post-sex, Merlin loved talking in bed, cuddling, and having a drink. It was something Arthur wasn't used to, but he liked it about Merlin. They were so different from each other at times, and Arthur loved making new habits - making new habits with both of them as a couple.
If Merlin spilled the wine, Arthur would see the stain the next time he did laundry and probably get hard thinking about how hot their fucking had been. But also, how Merlin had fallen asleep in his arms.
When they were in bed, Merlin took it upon himself to undress Arthur first and then he hastily removed all of his clothes. He rested himself in-between Arthur's legs, and Arthur immediately arched up, causing more friction between their bodies.
"How do you want me?" Arthur whispered against Merlin's lips, his hands roaming up and down Merlin's back.
"Want you inside me," Merlin said, sounding desperate. And as Arthur reached over to the drawer next to his bed for condoms and lube, Merlin swatted his hand away. Instead, he went to look for them. There was just something incredible about Merlin knowing where everything was in Arthur's flat and for him to show how desperate he was for the same things as Arthur.
"You going to ride me?" Arthur asked breathless as Merlin stroked Arthur's cock before pushing the condom down on it.
"I would… but I want a little bit more tonight. Need you to really fuck me."
Arthur moaned as he grabbed Merlin and then switched their positions. Merlin was on all fours, as Arthur got behind him, pressing the head of his cock against Merlin's hole.
"Don't hold back, yeah?" Merlin said, his face all but buried into the pillow.
"I have no intentions of doing anything like that," Arthur assured him. Maybe all this time he had been holding back, especially when it came to fucking Merlin, but tonight it felt different. Tonight, it felt like they were starting on something Arthur hadn't predicted. He hadn't planned.
Funny how nothing was ever turned out the way he'd planned.
At first, he pushed in slow, but it didn't take long until he picked up the pace. He was slamming into Merlin, feeling desperate, wanting more and more because he now knew Merlin would give it to him.
Once, when he was rooted deep inside Merlin, both of them panting and sweaty, Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin's torso and pulled him up. "Turn with me," he whispered in Merlin's ear, and they slowly turned to their side, with Arthur behind Merlin, as they both lay. Arthur reached down to pull Merlin's right leg up in the air and started to pound into him again.
The angle seemed to be working for Merlin as well, because, he was making the most delicious noises of pleasure along with uttering words of encouragement.
"More, Arthur." And "God, yes, right there." Along with "Fuck, I'm going to fucking die… yes, please!"
"I'm going to… fuck so close…" was all the warning Arthur had given before he spilled himself inside Merlin. His lips, slightly parted, rested against the back of Merlin's neck as he tried to catch his breath.
When he reached to touch Merlin's cock, it was still rock hard, and Arthur stroked it a bit before he carefully pulled out of Merlin.
"Don't touch yourself," he demanded, and got rid of the condom, before returning his attention to Merlin.
Eventually, he settled himself on the bed, his mouth on Merlin's cock. "Oh, Arthur…" Merlin whispered as Arthur licked the head of Merlin's cock and then swirled his tongue around the slit. "I would have been happy with a hand job…" he moaned.
Arthur chuckled and took Merlin all the way down his throat.
"I won't last long…" Merlin warned as Arthur continued to provide Merlin pleasure in the way he knew best.
He was right. Merlin hadn't lasted long, but Arthur was satisfied with the taste that went down his throat. Knowing, he was the only one who could make Merlin fall apart like that, was the best feeling in the world.
0-0
Arthur sat up in bed with Merlin settled on his lap; his back pressed against Arthur's chest. Merlin was always needy for touch after sex, and Arthur didn't mind providing him with whatever he desired.
"So you know, Gwaine is going to propose to Percival soon," Arthur said, when they had been quiet for a bit, and only sipping on the wine.
"Yeah?" Merlin asked, perking up. "You think he'll say yes?"
"I think so," Arthur replied, kissing the top of Merlin's head and Merlin leaned more into his embrace. "Gwaine told me he planned on doing a weekend getaway after to celebrate."
"Oh?"
"Maybe we can go with them. If you think that's all right. I mean, they'll be a newly engaged couple and I don't want you to think-"
"That's a great idea!" Merlin replied. "I already asked you for a weekend trip so why would I think anything? I mean… it might be slightly exhausting to be with a couple that's all gooey and madly in love and all…"
"Yeah, that won't be us."
"Nope," Merlin tilted his head back and kissed Arthur on the lips. "Totally not all gooey or nauseatingly in love."
They laughed together, and Arthur knew both he and Merlin were getting to that stage. It'd been totally unanticipated on Arthur's part, but it also made him wonder if it'd been the same for Merlin as well.
The scary, yet marvelous thing about it was that he was falling nauseatingly in love with Merlin.
"Should we go back and finish off dinner then?" Merlin asked once they'd been out of wine and Arthur was starting to feel slightly tipsy.
"Yeah, good idea," he said, and as they made their way out of bed, Arthur gave Merlin a t-shirt and cotton shorts as he dressed in something similar. Absentmindedly, he added, "maybe you can bring some clothes here to leave for whenever you're here overnight. Or maybe we can go shopping to get you something that fits you-"
"You want me to bring clothes over?" Merlin sounded genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, I mean, unless you like sleeping in my clothes."
"I love sleeping in your clothes, but yeah, I wouldn't mind…"
Arthur looked at Merlin, unable to understand when he was so surprised. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, not at all," Merlin said and he quickly left the bedroom. Arthur followed him in, still thoroughly confused.
"I didn't mean to scare you. I mean, it doesn't have to mean anything. Just you … I thought because we're talking about going away together and maybe being boyfriends… it just felt like the thing to do."
"Of course," Merlin said, putting the pasta on two plates and then heading over to the microwave. "You just surprised me, is all."
"Why?"
"Because…" Merlin said sounding a bit exhausted, Arthur thought. "You went from never asking me out on a date, to giving me a drawer in your cupboard, and I thought… I'm just not used to hot and cold. I'm used to having people figured out and I…apparently we're boyfriends, now?"
"So do you not want a drawer?"
"I want a bloody drawer!" Merlin said, almost shouting. Still, he sounded more like he couldn't believe they were having this conversation, and Arthur was a knobhead, than anything else.
"I didn't mean to confuse or upset you with my inability to express feelings…" Arthur said, genuine.
Merlin laughed and walked over to Arthur and pulled him in a hug. "I'm not upset. Not even at the least…" He buried his face in Arthur's neck and breathed slowly. "Let's just eat, yeah? And next time I'm coming over, I'll bring some overnight things and a toothbrush."
"Brilliant," said Arthur, glad whatever this crisis was, had been averted.
0-0
Arthur's phone didn't stop buzzing for minutes and he groaned as he reached over to the night stand to grab it. Merlin was attached to his side and he complained as Arthur had to move away from him.
"Here, your mobile is also ringing…" Arthur handed Merlin his mobile and then look at his own to read the text messages and the missed call screen. He had three missed calls from Gwaine and part of him panicked, worried that Percy might have said no to the proposal.
But the messages were something totally different. They consisted of…
Gwaine: Have you read the news? Probably not. You are mentioned in the celebrity gossip section.
You and Merlin.
Here, I'm sending you the link.
"What the…" Merlin said and grumbled something else before he sat up straight in bed.
"What is it?" Arthur did the same, and then clicked on the link Gwaine had sent him.
Son of Camelot's most successful businessman has finally met his match.
Arthur read the headline and was absolutely confused.
"What are they talking about?"
Merlin read the next part for him. "Arthur Pendragon, Camelot's most eligible gay bachelor found courting Merlin Emrys, son of Public Prosecutor, Balinor Guerra. The couple has been spotted at local coffee shops and restaurants, and even at the cinema. When approached, young Mr Pendragon only mentions Emrys as a friend. However, the industrialist Uther Pendragon wasn't shy about letting us know he's very happy with the union, and finally, his son is dating someone worthy of his rank."
"Oh, I think I am going to be sick," said Arthur as he grabbed Merlin's phone from him and put it back on the nightstand.
"I'm surprised they didn't go after my father for comments," Merlin said.
"It's unbelievable," Arthur said.
"It's not that bad. I mean…do you want to go on public record and say we're just friends?"
"No, it's not that. I don't care what they publish. I can't believe I unknowingly have a boyfriend my father approves of. Is it too late for me to go back to thinking you're an escort? And not the son of a famous Public Prosecutor?"
Merlin laughed. "Oh, Gwen's going to have a fit over this."
"Why?"
"I can't exactly be on the field if everyone knows who I am," Merlin said.
"Right. So that'll mean…"
"It's a desk job for me unless I decide to return to university to finish my graduate studies." Merlin looked worried when he locked eyes with Arthur.
Part of Arthur was happy to know Merlin had a back-up plan and he wasn't planning on being a PI forever. "What is it?" he asked when Merlin was still looking like something bad had happened.
"You're not going to break it off with me, are you? I mean, your father approves of me. Wasn't that sort of the breaking point for Cenred?"
Arthur couldn't help but laugh at Merlin's worried expression. "No, Merlin. I won't be getting rid of you so easily. However, I'm worried once you actually meet my father, if that ever happens, he might disapprove of what you do."
"Oh, okay then." Merlin seemed to relax.
"So, I think you should tell him most of your days you pretend to be an escort. That'll go over very well, I think."
Arthur's mobile buzzed again and he groaned as he begrudgingly checked the message. It was Gwaine again.
By the way, he said yes.
Arthur smiled and showed Merlin the message. "Whatever it is, will have to wait now, anyway. As we have a weekend trip to plan."
It seemed, Arthur's life always took a strange turn when he'd least expected it. But he supposed it was only natural.
Life was what happened when one was busy making other plans.
THE END
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