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Kink Me! #7

Dec 05, 2009 16:12

Kink Me! #7
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An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 1/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:53:12 UTC

This probably isn't exactly what you wanted and it's definitely very scrappy because I wrote it in about three hours or so, so apologies. Also - thank you for the prompt, because I was looking for something fluffy to write and then I saw this and... :)Arthur Pendragon had been in love with Merlin Emrys since he was five years old. It was not a very well known fact. He’d closely guarded it as a secret since the day when they met, twenty three years ago, on the first day of school ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 2/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:54:24 UTC

It had caught him by surprise, so much by surprise because though he knew he loved Merlin; he had also known that he liked girls. He was supposed to like girls, that was normal, he was sure.

But when Merlin won that race (because Arthur was too busy having a small sexual crisis to bother paying attention) and he smiled, Arthur wanted to kiss him more than anything in the world and he realised that maybe he had been right when he was eight years old, he did love Merlin, but in a different way.

Most fifteen year old boys, confronted by being gay, would have freaked out, they would have tried to deny it or fight against it, but Arthur had never been most boys. He had just smiled back at Merlin, and marvelled at how easy this made things. Girls, he didn’t understand. Girls wore make up and high heels and laughed nervously when he got too close. Girls had bras and fathers who glared at you like you were the antichrist ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 3/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:55:29 UTC

Hunith would come back and hurry them inside, handing over a bottle of after-sun and sighing in long-suffering amusement at boys. Merlin had volunteered to smear the cream on the back of Arthur’s neck and Arthur had sighed at the twin sensations of the blessed cold and the feel of Merlin’s hands, trying to ignore the fact that his body wanted a whole lot more than just slimy rubs on the back of his neck ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 4/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:56:27 UTC

But when he woke up in the morning, the memory was still there, and a circus full of tap-dancing elephants had come to join it.

Morgana had brought him an aspirin and a glass of water along with a piece of dry toast and, in a display of sisterly affection Arthur had never expected, she had also managed to keep his father away from him until he was less of a wreck.

Merlin, on the other hand, had phoned up at half three in the afternoon, blissfully hangover free, laughing as he asked what had happened after the third game of ‘I never…’

“You don’t remember?” Arthur had asked, in utter disbelief. That moment was still stuck on replay in his head.

“No… God, and I’d only had a couple of drinks,” Merlin was laughing again and Arthur could picture him, grinning inanely.

“Nothing happened,” he said, “nothing at all…”

“Oh good,” Merlin replied. “I didn’t want to miss anything.”

“Don’t worry,” Arthur lied through his teeth, “you didn’t.”

It was at about that time, when he was sixteen, almost seventeen and officially desperately in love ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 5/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:57:34 UTC

Arthur was torn between aroused and jealous for the entire night. He’d want to fling the girl over a cliff, but then he’d imagine Merlin naked and fumbling, but still grinning like a maniac and all he would want to do was bring himself off ( ... )

Re: An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 5/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) alythia_hime April 11 2010, 08:25:49 UTC

Three weeks later and Merlin flopped back onto Arthur’s bed, throwing his teddy bear (that Arthur did not still sleep with, thank you very much) up and down in the air muttering curses about all women.

PUDSEY~!! XD

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 6/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 22:58:43 UTC

So when Merlin showed up, they had all assumed that he knew. Arthur hadn’t really mentioned the fact that they were the first people he had told and, when he introduced Merlin as ‘my best friend’ it wasn’t really their fault for assuming that, at some point during their thirteen year friendship he had mentioned the fact that he preferred men. Really, at some point in their thirteen year friendship, he should have ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 7/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:00:04 UTC

“Shit.” Merlin had said.

“I told you, you were an idiot?”

“How long?” Arthur didn’t even try to answer. Suddenly Merlin was sitting up, with that endearing nervous stumbling he always did.

“I... right… I should be… going then.”

“Merlin…”

“I’ll be back,” he said, suddenly, clearly realising what this could look like. “I’ll be back Arthur. I’ve just… this is big, but I will be back.” He was suddenly so serious that Arthur couldn’t help but believe him, and then he disappeared out of the door, in nothing but his boxer shorts, which led, five seconds later to Tina, from down the corridor, popping her head in to give him the thumbs up and mumble ‘score’ around her toothbrush.

She was gone before he could tell her that it wasn’t like that.

Arthur was getting used to staring at ceilings when Merlin was around, they were suitably distracting from thoughts that his best friend would never want to speak to him again and also thoughts of all the things he wanted to do in this bed other than stare at the ceiling. He couldn’t deny that he’d ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 8/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9 &10 later) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:01:00 UTC

“And how exactly, Merlin,” Arthur asked swinging himself upright in one fluid movement so that he was staring Merlin directly in the eyes, “did you expect me to bring it up ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 9/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:02:25 UTC

University finished, eventually, after three seemingly endless years with barely enough contact with Merlin to stop Arthur from quitting altogether. He managed his first with honours and Merlin came to his graduation, grinning as proudly as Morgana and his father were. They took photographs and got drunk and then, in the morning, they piled all of his stuff, exponentially more than he had arrived with three years ago, into the car before driving away and leaving that part of his life behind forever ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 10/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episodes 9) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:04:05 UTC

He stood aside without even speaking, letting Merlin stumble into the house.

He grabbed his coffee, spooned some sugar into t and handed it over. Merlin just took it and gulped it down, his mouth not lifting at all.

“What happened?”

“It’s fine,” Merlin said moving through to Arthur’s ridiculous living room, where the furniture had been designed for looks rather than comfort.

“Which explains you showing up on my doorstep looking like someone killed your pet hamster,” Arthur said, unimpressed, he crossed his arms over his chest. “You know, you once yelled at me for feeling like I couldn’t tell you something.”

Merlin looked up, startled, clearly not expecting that after all these years.

“That goes both ways you know.”

They sat down on the light leather sofa (and really, what had Arthur been thinking when he bought it? Impractical, uncomfortable, was there anything good about it) and he waited ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 11/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episode 9) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:06:11 UTC

And that was that. Merlin practically moved in and every night Arthur got home to find more of his stuff scattered across the previously spotless flat and Merlin sat on the sofa watching Eggheads and yelling at the television every time someone got what he considered to be an easy question wrong ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 12/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episode 9) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:07:37 UTC

“You know,” Merlin said, conversationally, “you can invite guys back here, if you want.”

“What?” Arthur asked, completely blindsided.

“I don’t mind vacating the premises if you want to bring a guy over,” he said again. They were both watching the screen, but Arthur had the distinct feeling that neither of them was watching the film anymore. “Or I could just go into my room and put my headphones on… I have some very loud music if necessary.”

Arthur knew he was blushing, but the idea, the thought of him and some guy… while Merlin was right there, in the next room. It just seemed wrong, or too kinky, or whatever. He knew he’d never be able to stop thinking about Merlin in there, knowing what he was doing. He would have some other man’s hands on him, in him, he would have another man pressed into the mattress, sweating and writhing beneath him and all he would be able to think about was Merlin and whether Merlin was imagining it, whether Merlin was sitting there thinking about what he was doing ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 13/15 (Spoilers for Season 2 Episode 9) anonymous December 13 2009, 23:08:34 UTC

It took Merlin less than five minutes to come in - without knocking, he never bloody knocked. He opened the door and light split the room ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 14/15 anonymous December 13 2009, 23:10:41 UTC

Merlin’s lips were still chapped, was Arthur’s first thought, stupid and mindless as it was. Just like they had been when they were sixteen. But this time his breath tasted a little like mint, as though he had had a mint or some chewing gum before he had come in - like he had been planning this. Arthur wanted to ask what was going on, but when his mouth opened, Merlin’s tongue slid into it as though it was made to.

They weren’t sixteen any more and years of practise meant that they weren’t clumsy, although there was an uncertainty and hesitancy that had everything to do with this being themMerlin’s fingers were sliding round the back of his neck, where they had once innocently rubbed in after-sun and his other hand was drifting down Arthur’s torso ( ... )

An Exercise in Holding One's Breath 15/15 anonymous December 13 2009, 23:13:37 UTC

There were so many things he had wanted to do, so many ideas he had. He wanted to run his mouth along all the lines of Merlin’s body, he wanted to spread him open and fuck him with his mouth and his fingers and make him squirm and writhe and beg for more, and he wanted to wrap his mouth around his cock and see what Merlin tasted life, and feel Merlin’s fingers tangling in his hair and feel him lose control as Arthur swirled his tongue around him. He wanted to open himself up and lower himself down and then ride Merlin and just… God, he wanted everything, everything all at once ( ... )

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