Fic: A Metaphor for Freedom
Title: A Metaphor for Freedom
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Summary: Modern!au one shot. Gwaine rides a motorbike, but is thinking of getting a car?
A/N: was written for a propmt on kinkme because there isn't enough Merlin/Gwaine on the net. Warnings for mention of bondage but I can't write porn, it is impossible for me, so not explicit. Once finished felt the need to share. Thought patrons of the bar my appreciate it.
Snow dusted the small tree perched next to the door of the small terrace house. Gwaine banged mercilessly on the door again before shoving his fingers under his armpits, wishing he had thrown on more than his leather jacket, but one really didn’t have full use of forward thinking when they had just had an epiphany. His breath misted in front of his face as he waited.
The door opened to reveal Merlin, soft black hair stuck up at awkward angles, dressed in creased sweats, Gwaine would have jumped him right there, but the plan was impeded when Merlin realised it was him, and tried to slam the door in his face. Without thinking Gwaine stuck his hand out to stop it, ending up getting his fingers crushed in the jam. It did have the desired effect though, as Gwaine’s pained yell made Merlin pull the door back open a fraction.
As Gwaine tried to shake feeling back into his numb hand Merlin glared.
"What do you want Gwaine." he snarled.
Gwaine had only ever seen this side of Merlin a few times, once when they saw that teenager kick at his dog, and once when his elderly neighbour got evicted because he couldn’t afford the rent. But had never had it directed at him, angry Merlin was quite scary.
People would probably laugh if he ever said that little scrawny Merlin was scary, but he was. Gwaine would swear that his eyes swirled with gold. Which was very distracting when he was supposed to be grovelling here.
After Gwaine had been silent for too long, trying to get his thoughts in order and assure himself that he hadn't broken any bones, Merlin growled in frustration and tried to shut the door again. Gwaine, not wanting to crush any more appendages, shouted out:
"I think I might love you!"
Merlin paused and pulled the door back so he could stare incredulously at Gwaine, "Excuse me?"
"I think I might really love you." repeated Gwaine, an anguished look on his face.
"I could really feel the love when I watched you with your tongue down that girls throat." snarked Merlin, still glaring.
"Would you shut up and let me say what I came here to say... Please" Gwaine blurted out, Merlin raised his eyebrow at the outburst but didn't try to close the door again, simply stood with his arms crossed against his chest, waiting. "... I have a motorcycle." Gwaine continued. If possible, Merlin's eyebrow rose higher.
"Yes you do."
Gwaine, feeling more confident now for the fact that Merlin hadn't shut the door in his face again, bolstered on.
"Yes I do and you know what? It is the purest form of freedom that I’ve ever experienced. You zip through traffic, you park anywhere, you never have to take anyone to the airport, you certainly don’t have to help anyone move. Easily the best purchase I’ve ever made in my life and I have never regretted it, not for one second."
"Great. You love your motorcycle. Is there a point to this?" Merlin sighed
"Yeah, there’s a point to this. The point is, since I’ve met you, I … I’ve been thinking about getting a car."
They stood in silence for a moment, Merlin frowning and Gwaine trying to find something to do with his hands. He tried to put them in his coat pockets, which was a bad idea considering he had just had his hand crushed a moment ago.
Gwaine’s pained hiss seemed to draw Merlin out of whatever large thoughts that were zipping through his head. Gwaine thought he saw concern in those blue eyes for a second and nearly outright cheered.
"You better come in and put some ice on that." Merlin stated coldly before retreating back into the house leaving the door open for Gwaine to follow, it wasn’t exactly the makeup sex he had envisioned proceeding his romantic speech but maybe he had been a bit optimistic, but it hadn't been a door to the face either, so he took it as a win.
By the time Gwaine had made his way to Merlin’s living room Merlin was emerging from the kitchen with a tea towel of ice in hand.
"Sit." Merlin ordered, pointing at the sofa. Gwaine obeyed. Merlin perched on the coffee table in front of him, gently picking up Gwaine’s injured hand, placing the ice bag against the knuckle. Gwaine hissed. "Don't be a baby." Merlin chastised, but Gwaine could see a small half smile on his lips.
"Baby? I just had my hand crushed!"
"It's not even broken, calm down. Maybe you deserved it?" Merlin quipped looking up into Gwaine’s eyes.
"Maybe I did." Gwaine said seriously. Merlin dropped his head but Gwaine reached out with his free hand to cup his jaw and raise it back up. "I was scared." he whispered. Merlin tried to pull away but Gwaine held tight to the wrist holding the ice bag. "No I was. All my life I thought that all I needed was me and my bike. We were free, we could go where we pleased, do as we pleased. Then I met you... And all the things I thought I didn't want started to surround me. And I tried to convince myself that I didn't want them, that I didn't want you. So the girl... But the whole time, all I was thinking was 'she isn’t Merlin' and I thought that thought would make me happy, make me feel free. But it just made my heart ache." he finished his anguish plea by pulling Merlin’s wrist forward until their noses almost bumped.
"Why does it have to be a choice, between me and the bike?" Merlin asked. Gwaine frowned. Was Merlin referring to his actual bike or the metaphorical bike that signified freedom and singledom etc. Maybe Merlin was suggesting an open relationship; he considered this for a moment but then thought of someone else’s hands on Merlin, which made his blood boil. He shook his head of the image.
"Can we stop using the bike metaphor now; it's starting to confuse me." Merlin grinned, dimples and all and Gwaine’s heart leapt as he smiled in response. Merlin leaned forward sealing their lips in a kiss. Gwaine’s hands automatically repositioned; one at Merlin’s jaw and one at his waist, pulling him forward to Gwaine and the sofa.
They were both now lying on the sofa, legs entangled, hands roaming. Gwaine’s erection brushed against Merlin’s and Gwaine gave an unconscious groan.
"Wait." Merlin mumbled breathlessly as Gwaine attacked his neck. "I knew who you... ah... were when I fell for you Gwaine, I've never tried... never tried to change you."
"I know." Gwaine slurred against Merlin’s collar bone. Merlin laughed breathlessly and pushed Gwaine away.
"Would you listen, you had your turn to talk; now I want mine." Gwaine reluctantly pulled back, he knew it had been too good to think Merlin would just forgive him like that.
Merlin looked at him seriously where they lay still entangled on the sofa, "I knew who you were when we met. I knew you liked freedom and adventures and I kinda like that about you. You say what you mean and don't pull punches. And I really like the bike." Merlin added coyly, looking up from under his lashes.
"Really?" Gwaine whispered as he ran his hands up Merlin’s sides.
"Pay attention." Merlin chastised, poking him hard in the side.
"Right, right. Important talk; got it." Gwaine mumbled, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep in the moment and not dive right back onto that pale skin.
"Don't get me wrong, you still have make up for what you pulled tonight. But I kind of understand why you did it, and you're never going to do it again right?" Gwaine violently shook his head. "Good." Merlin nodded.
Gwaine took that as a sign that their talk was over and he could go back to the more enjoyable task of nibbling at Merlin’s ears. As he was about to start Merlin pushed him away again.
"Ah Ah. I've still got one more thing."
"Merlin." Gwaine groaned resting his forehead against Merlin shoulder. "Is this my punishment, you are trying to kill me with blue balls?" Merlin chuckled but just reached his hand over the arm of the sofa by their heads and rummaged around under the Christmas tree there. His hand returned holding an envelope and handed it to Gwaine.
"It's your Christmas present, I know it’s technically not Christmas for..." he glanced at his watch, "Another 40 minutes, but it seems appropriate now."
They both sat up on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder. Gwaine turning the envelope over in his hands, frowning at it. Merlin bumped against his shoulder. "Open it."
Gwaine studied the contents of the envelope.
"What is this?" he asked after a while.
"It's Visas."
"Yes I can see that, but what for?"
"Well… I decided that I could use some time away, Arthur has been driving me crazy at work the past few months. I had a meeting with him a few weeks ago and he's agreed to give me a year out. I thought maybe we could go travelling together? I know you've seen so much of the world, but I haven't, and I wanted you to show me."
"Seriously?"
"Yup, you, me and your bike. What more could we need." Merlin grinned. Gwaine just stared unbelievingly at his boyfriend for a moment before a huge grin stole over his face.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" Gwaine crowed as he manhandled Merlin up onto straddling his lap.
"You might have mentioned it. But I might need reminding."
"I love you." Gwaine whispered against Merlin’s lips. Merlin smiled widely threading his hands into Gwaine’s long hair. "So tell me more about how much you like my bike." leered Gwaine, the thought of Merlin and his bike sending shudders down his back.
"Well first, the leathers, I love how they hug you, showing off your arse." Merlin punctuated the statement by running his hands underneath Gwaine to squeeze at his cheeks.
"What else?" Gwaine panted.
"I love it when we ride her together, pushed up against your back with all that power humming underneath us." Gwaine gasped as Merlin ground down against him. "I have this fantasy. Straddling you like this, sat on your bike, and I would just ride you until you have to grip the handle bars for support." Gwaine groaned at the mental image, and he could just get off on that alone. He nearly cried when Merlin pulled away but Merlin just grabbed his hands and led him up to the bedroom.
They didn't talk. Merlin stripped Gwaine naked and pinned him to the bed. The thought ran through Gwaine’s head that if this is what he got when he made out with other people, he was going to have to do it more often.
Seeming to hear his thought Merlin bit down harder than necessary on one of his nipples eliciting a small yelp. Merlin just grinned madly before reaching for the side table.
"I got you another present." Merlin said as he returned to spanning Gwaine on the bed. He held in his hands two handcuffs. Gwaine’s cock twitched.
"I don't think it is possible for me to love you any more right now."
Merlin leant down, fucking his tongue into Gwaine’s mouth. "Arms out." he growled. Gwaine obeyed, reaching his arms up to the bars of the head board. Merlin, still fully dressed, secured him and leant back to admire his handiwork. "Test them." he ordered. Gwaine pulled and felt a thrill when he couldn't move. "Good." Merlin cooed and bent down for another toe curling kiss. He broke away looking satisfied.
"Well... Good night Gwaine." Merlin slid off his lap and jumped off the bed.
"What?!?" Gwaine yelled after him. Merlin looked over his shoulder at his lover grinning evilly.
"You didn't really think I would let you get away with kissing another women in front of me did you?"
"Merlin!" Gwaine growled pulling ineffectually at his restraints.
"I think you need a night here to think about what you did. And in the morning, if I feel you have repented. We'll see what we can do about that." Merlin nodded to Gwaine's painfully erect cock, before leaving the room.
"Merlin!" Gwaine called after him with no answer. "Merlin!” He tried again, but nothing.
Sighing he flopped back onto the bed staring at the ceiling, half heartedly wiggling in the cuffs. HE couldn’t budge, the feeling of being powerless to Merlin and the combined image of him fucking Merlin over his bike made his cock twitch again, painfully. Gwaine looked down at it and groaned before letting out a half sob, half laugh. "God... my boyfriend is evil… an evil genius." he sighed to the ceiling. When the ceiling failed to respond he sighed again and set himself in for a long night.
When morning finally came after a night that Gwaine would describe as pure torture, Merlin decided he had repented enough and, without uncuffing him, proceeded to suck Gwaine’s brains out through his cock.
New Year’s Day, he and Merlin stood outside Merlin’s house, giving the keys to Will who was going to be staying in it while they were gone. They said their good byes and Merlin slid onto the bike behind Gwaine. "You ready?" Merlin whispered into his ear.
Gwaine felt the warmth of Merlin’s body pushed flush against his back, Merlin’s arms tight around his waist, the purr of his bike beneath him and the open road ahead. He turned his head and captured Merlin’s lips in a deep kiss before pulling away. "Defiantly." he grinned back.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine :(
Summary: Modern!au one shot. Gwaine rides a motorbike, but is thinking of getting a car?
A/N: was written for a propmt on kinkme because there isn't enough Merlin/Gwaine on the net. Warnings for mention of bondage but I can't write porn, it is impossible for me, so not explicit. Once finished felt the need to share. Thought patrons of the bar my appreciate it.
Snow dusted the small tree perched next to the door of the small terrace house. Gwaine banged mercilessly on the door again before shoving his fingers under his armpits, wishing he had thrown on more than his leather jacket, but one really didn’t have full use of forward thinking when they had just had an epiphany. His breath misted in front of his face as he waited.
The door opened to reveal Merlin, soft black hair stuck up at awkward angles, dressed in creased sweats, Gwaine would have jumped him right there, but the plan was impeded when Merlin realised it was him, and tried to slam the door in his face. Without thinking Gwaine stuck his hand out to stop it, ending up getting his fingers crushed in the jam. It did have the desired effect though, as Gwaine’s pained yell made Merlin pull the door back open a fraction.
As Gwaine tried to shake feeling back into his numb hand Merlin glared.
"What do you want Gwaine." he snarled.
Gwaine had only ever seen this side of Merlin a few times, once when they saw that teenager kick at his dog, and once when his elderly neighbour got evicted because he couldn’t afford the rent. But had never had it directed at him, angry Merlin was quite scary.
People would probably laugh if he ever said that little scrawny Merlin was scary, but he was. Gwaine would swear that his eyes swirled with gold. Which was very distracting when he was supposed to be grovelling here.
After Gwaine had been silent for too long, trying to get his thoughts in order and assure himself that he hadn't broken any bones, Merlin growled in frustration and tried to shut the door again. Gwaine, not wanting to crush any more appendages, shouted out:
"I think I might love you!"
Merlin paused and pulled the door back so he could stare incredulously at Gwaine, "Excuse me?"
"I think I might really love you." repeated Gwaine, an anguished look on his face.
"I could really feel the love when I watched you with your tongue down that girls throat." snarked Merlin, still glaring.
"Would you shut up and let me say what I came here to say... Please" Gwaine blurted out, Merlin raised his eyebrow at the outburst but didn't try to close the door again, simply stood with his arms crossed against his chest, waiting. "... I have a motorcycle." Gwaine continued. If possible, Merlin's eyebrow rose higher.
"Yes you do."
Gwaine, feeling more confident now for the fact that Merlin hadn't shut the door in his face again, bolstered on.
"Yes I do and you know what? It is the purest form of freedom that I’ve ever experienced. You zip through traffic, you park anywhere, you never have to take anyone to the airport, you certainly don’t have to help anyone move. Easily the best purchase I’ve ever made in my life and I have never regretted it, not for one second."
"Great. You love your motorcycle. Is there a point to this?" Merlin sighed
"Yeah, there’s a point to this. The point is, since I’ve met you, I … I’ve been thinking about getting a car."
They stood in silence for a moment, Merlin frowning and Gwaine trying to find something to do with his hands. He tried to put them in his coat pockets, which was a bad idea considering he had just had his hand crushed a moment ago.
Gwaine’s pained hiss seemed to draw Merlin out of whatever large thoughts that were zipping through his head. Gwaine thought he saw concern in those blue eyes for a second and nearly outright cheered.
"You better come in and put some ice on that." Merlin stated coldly before retreating back into the house leaving the door open for Gwaine to follow, it wasn’t exactly the makeup sex he had envisioned proceeding his romantic speech but maybe he had been a bit optimistic, but it hadn't been a door to the face either, so he took it as a win.
By the time Gwaine had made his way to Merlin’s living room Merlin was emerging from the kitchen with a tea towel of ice in hand.
"Sit." Merlin ordered, pointing at the sofa. Gwaine obeyed. Merlin perched on the coffee table in front of him, gently picking up Gwaine’s injured hand, placing the ice bag against the knuckle. Gwaine hissed. "Don't be a baby." Merlin chastised, but Gwaine could see a small half smile on his lips.
"Baby? I just had my hand crushed!"
"It's not even broken, calm down. Maybe you deserved it?" Merlin quipped looking up into Gwaine’s eyes.
"Maybe I did." Gwaine said seriously. Merlin dropped his head but Gwaine reached out with his free hand to cup his jaw and raise it back up. "I was scared." he whispered. Merlin tried to pull away but Gwaine held tight to the wrist holding the ice bag. "No I was. All my life I thought that all I needed was me and my bike. We were free, we could go where we pleased, do as we pleased. Then I met you... And all the things I thought I didn't want started to surround me. And I tried to convince myself that I didn't want them, that I didn't want you. So the girl... But the whole time, all I was thinking was 'she isn’t Merlin' and I thought that thought would make me happy, make me feel free. But it just made my heart ache." he finished his anguish plea by pulling Merlin’s wrist forward until their noses almost bumped.
"Why does it have to be a choice, between me and the bike?" Merlin asked. Gwaine frowned. Was Merlin referring to his actual bike or the metaphorical bike that signified freedom and singledom etc. Maybe Merlin was suggesting an open relationship; he considered this for a moment but then thought of someone else’s hands on Merlin, which made his blood boil. He shook his head of the image.
"Can we stop using the bike metaphor now; it's starting to confuse me." Merlin grinned, dimples and all and Gwaine’s heart leapt as he smiled in response. Merlin leaned forward sealing their lips in a kiss. Gwaine’s hands automatically repositioned; one at Merlin’s jaw and one at his waist, pulling him forward to Gwaine and the sofa.
They were both now lying on the sofa, legs entangled, hands roaming. Gwaine’s erection brushed against Merlin’s and Gwaine gave an unconscious groan.
"Wait." Merlin mumbled breathlessly as Gwaine attacked his neck. "I knew who you... ah... were when I fell for you Gwaine, I've never tried... never tried to change you."
"I know." Gwaine slurred against Merlin’s collar bone. Merlin laughed breathlessly and pushed Gwaine away.
"Would you listen, you had your turn to talk; now I want mine." Gwaine reluctantly pulled back, he knew it had been too good to think Merlin would just forgive him like that.
Merlin looked at him seriously where they lay still entangled on the sofa, "I knew who you were when we met. I knew you liked freedom and adventures and I kinda like that about you. You say what you mean and don't pull punches. And I really like the bike." Merlin added coyly, looking up from under his lashes.
"Really?" Gwaine whispered as he ran his hands up Merlin’s sides.
"Pay attention." Merlin chastised, poking him hard in the side.
"Right, right. Important talk; got it." Gwaine mumbled, biting the inside of his cheeks to keep in the moment and not dive right back onto that pale skin.
"Don't get me wrong, you still have make up for what you pulled tonight. But I kind of understand why you did it, and you're never going to do it again right?" Gwaine violently shook his head. "Good." Merlin nodded.
Gwaine took that as a sign that their talk was over and he could go back to the more enjoyable task of nibbling at Merlin’s ears. As he was about to start Merlin pushed him away again.
"Ah Ah. I've still got one more thing."
"Merlin." Gwaine groaned resting his forehead against Merlin shoulder. "Is this my punishment, you are trying to kill me with blue balls?" Merlin chuckled but just reached his hand over the arm of the sofa by their heads and rummaged around under the Christmas tree there. His hand returned holding an envelope and handed it to Gwaine.
"It's your Christmas present, I know it’s technically not Christmas for..." he glanced at his watch, "Another 40 minutes, but it seems appropriate now."
They both sat up on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder. Gwaine turning the envelope over in his hands, frowning at it. Merlin bumped against his shoulder. "Open it."
Gwaine studied the contents of the envelope.
"What is this?" he asked after a while.
"It's Visas."
"Yes I can see that, but what for?"
"Well… I decided that I could use some time away, Arthur has been driving me crazy at work the past few months. I had a meeting with him a few weeks ago and he's agreed to give me a year out. I thought maybe we could go travelling together? I know you've seen so much of the world, but I haven't, and I wanted you to show me."
"Seriously?"
"Yup, you, me and your bike. What more could we need." Merlin grinned. Gwaine just stared unbelievingly at his boyfriend for a moment before a huge grin stole over his face.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" Gwaine crowed as he manhandled Merlin up onto straddling his lap.
"You might have mentioned it. But I might need reminding."
"I love you." Gwaine whispered against Merlin’s lips. Merlin smiled widely threading his hands into Gwaine’s long hair. "So tell me more about how much you like my bike." leered Gwaine, the thought of Merlin and his bike sending shudders down his back.
"Well first, the leathers, I love how they hug you, showing off your arse." Merlin punctuated the statement by running his hands underneath Gwaine to squeeze at his cheeks.
"What else?" Gwaine panted.
"I love it when we ride her together, pushed up against your back with all that power humming underneath us." Gwaine gasped as Merlin ground down against him. "I have this fantasy. Straddling you like this, sat on your bike, and I would just ride you until you have to grip the handle bars for support." Gwaine groaned at the mental image, and he could just get off on that alone. He nearly cried when Merlin pulled away but Merlin just grabbed his hands and led him up to the bedroom.
They didn't talk. Merlin stripped Gwaine naked and pinned him to the bed. The thought ran through Gwaine’s head that if this is what he got when he made out with other people, he was going to have to do it more often.
Seeming to hear his thought Merlin bit down harder than necessary on one of his nipples eliciting a small yelp. Merlin just grinned madly before reaching for the side table.
"I got you another present." Merlin said as he returned to spanning Gwaine on the bed. He held in his hands two handcuffs. Gwaine’s cock twitched.
"I don't think it is possible for me to love you any more right now."
Merlin leant down, fucking his tongue into Gwaine’s mouth. "Arms out." he growled. Gwaine obeyed, reaching his arms up to the bars of the head board. Merlin, still fully dressed, secured him and leant back to admire his handiwork. "Test them." he ordered. Gwaine pulled and felt a thrill when he couldn't move. "Good." Merlin cooed and bent down for another toe curling kiss. He broke away looking satisfied.
"Well... Good night Gwaine." Merlin slid off his lap and jumped off the bed.
"What?!?" Gwaine yelled after him. Merlin looked over his shoulder at his lover grinning evilly.
"You didn't really think I would let you get away with kissing another women in front of me did you?"
"Merlin!" Gwaine growled pulling ineffectually at his restraints.
"I think you need a night here to think about what you did. And in the morning, if I feel you have repented. We'll see what we can do about that." Merlin nodded to Gwaine's painfully erect cock, before leaving the room.
"Merlin!" Gwaine called after him with no answer. "Merlin!” He tried again, but nothing.
Sighing he flopped back onto the bed staring at the ceiling, half heartedly wiggling in the cuffs. HE couldn’t budge, the feeling of being powerless to Merlin and the combined image of him fucking Merlin over his bike made his cock twitch again, painfully. Gwaine looked down at it and groaned before letting out a half sob, half laugh. "God... my boyfriend is evil… an evil genius." he sighed to the ceiling. When the ceiling failed to respond he sighed again and set himself in for a long night.
When morning finally came after a night that Gwaine would describe as pure torture, Merlin decided he had repented enough and, without uncuffing him, proceeded to suck Gwaine’s brains out through his cock.
New Year’s Day, he and Merlin stood outside Merlin’s house, giving the keys to Will who was going to be staying in it while they were gone. They said their good byes and Merlin slid onto the bike behind Gwaine. "You ready?" Merlin whispered into his ear.
Gwaine felt the warmth of Merlin’s body pushed flush against his back, Merlin’s arms tight around his waist, the purr of his bike beneath him and the open road ahead. He turned his head and captured Merlin’s lips in a deep kiss before pulling away. "Defiantly." he grinned back.