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merlin_holidaysTitle: It Only Took Three Years and a Dare
Recipient:hate_blueprint
Author:giselleslash
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, with Morgana/Leon, Gwen/Lance, Gwaine/Percival, Elena
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: None
Summary: A drunken game of Truth or Dare goes awry but kinda sorta turns out to be the best game Arthur’s ever played.
Author's Notes: I took a little bit of everything from your prompt so I really hope you enjoy it! ♥
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
Arthur sat on the floor sandwiched between Merlin and Percy, and Jesus fuck he hoped Percy wasn’t drunk enough to tip over like he did that one time during Freshers’ Week. He’d nearly squashed the poor girl flat. It was a good thing Elena was a scrappy little thing and a totally good sport who had only laughed uproariously about it as Percy blubbered out an apology as he helped her to her feet.
Arthur, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling so carefree about it. He feared if Percy teetered over he’d start a domino effect with quite tragic results. They were all sitting squashed into a circle on Gwaine’s floor after he’d loudly slobbered, 'Come back to mine! I have beer! And a floor!' once the pub had closed and their group had stumbled out onto the pavement. Why Gwaine thought having a floor was an enticement Arthur’d never know. He didn’t have time to think about it though as he was too busy being worried about the game of human dominoes Percy was dangerously close to beginning with his truly abysmal sense of balance while drunk. It was all fine and good when you were normal sized to be drunk and wobbly, not so much when you were tree sized.
But for now Percy was sitting upright and seemed to be fine. He was ridiculously into the game of Truth or Dare Morgana got going and was obviously too busy to think about tipping over. Arthur thought the game stupid as everyone was picking truth and answering idiotic questions that everyone already knew the answers to. Of course Morgana had made out with Gwen, everyone knew that. Leon only asked it because he was hoping to hear the filthy details, again, dirty bastard, and Arthur would probably have to give him a good slap for it later. That was his sister after all. Gross.
He also “learned” that the worst thing Lance ever did was cheat on a maths exam when he was thirteen (boring!), that Gwaine had officially given nineteen guys head first-year alone (again, no surprise, he’d kept a tally chart, the slut), that Gwen got arrested once for disorderly conduct because she’d been protesting the state of wildflowers or some ridiculously adorable Gwen-like cause or other (so not a revelation to Arthur since he was the one that bailed her out of jail as it was during the one month they were dating second-year), and that Merlin still slept with a teddy bear (honestly, who didn’t know that? Arthur had taken pity on a distressed Merlin and sewed Theodore Teddy’s ear back on for him just last week).
“Boring!” Arthur finally shouted after Merlin’s lame admission of teddy bear possession. “Someone pick dare, come on!”
Of course Gwaine was the first to shout out, “Dare!”
Morgana, ever the Machiavellian, told him to kiss Percy (with tongue, dammit!) because everyone but Gwaine knew that Percy had been harboring a truly pathetic crush on Gwaine for the past year or more and since he was a big, dumb, soft-hearted mug all he’d done about it so far was write terrible poetry about Gwaine’s hair while listening to Dusty Springfield. When Arthur and Merlin weren’t busy laughing over it they found it quite adorable.
Gwaine, never one to pass up the chance to shove his tongue in someone’s mouth, threw himself across the circle into Percy’s lap and started kissing him for all he was worth. Since Arthur was sitting just to Percy’s left he could testify that there was most definitely tongue involved, the sight of which was going to traumatize Arthur for a good long while. It was a good thing Merlin was a skinny bastard and Arthur could budge up against him to try to distance himself from Gwaine’s roaming hands. Merlin just laughed and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist and attempted to pull him closer.
“I’ll save you, Arthur,” Merlin said, though it was decidedly less impressive since he was giggling the entire time he was attempting to do it.
“Good grief, Merlin,” Arthur said as he slapped at Merlin’s hands when he tried to pull Arthur into his lap.
“What? I’m saving you.”
“And doing it very poorly.” Arthur tried for grumpiness as Merlin was getting quite handsy in his rescue attempt and Arthur didin’t really want to have to explain his cock’s drunken and very unruly response to Merlin’s groping hands.
“Don’t worry, Merlin, you’re doing fine. You’re just exciting him too much is all,” Elena said, less than helpfully, from across the circle.
Honestly. Arthur was never going out for drinks with Elena ever again. Admit one time, after a few beers, that you found Merlin’s decidedly dopey smile the most wonderful thing in the world and that if Gwaine gave Merlin one more unsolicited back rub you were going to punch him in the face and she never let you forget it.
“Shut up, Elena,” Arthur said at the same time Merlin pulled back his hands like he’d been burned. Arthur twisted around to look at Merlin only to see him flushing a brighter pink than his usual drunken pinkness and looking rather miserable.
Fuck it all.
Arthur was well aware that Merlin didn’t feel anything beyond friendship for him but it was really rather soul-crushing to see it so obviously displayed.
“Oh, calm down, Merlin,” Arthur grouched as he scooted himself off of Merlin. “You’re not going to catch gay.”
“But I am gay,” Merlin mumbled.
“Yes. Well. You know what I mean,” Arthur said as he waved him off and tried not to bump into Gwaine and Percy who had managed to get themselves laid out flat on the floor while Merlin had been busy groping Arthur.
“I never know what you mean.” Merlin frowned.
Arthur didn’t hear him though as he was too busy hitting at Gwaine’s shoulder and telling him and Percy to, 'Move it to Percy’s room for fuck sake.'
“Don’t stop them,” Morgana said. “That’s a fairly impressive display of carrying through on a dare.”
“Just ignore them,” Gwen added. “Let them have at it. We’ll just play around them.”
“Around them? They take up half the floor,” Arthur said.
Everyone ignored him as Elena shot her hand up into the air and said, “Me next! Dare. And give me a good one.”
“Make out with Morgana,” Leon said.
“We’re not here to act out your fantasies, Leon,” Merlin laughed.
“Yeah, and I said give me a good one,” Elena said. “You don’t have to dare me to make out with Morgana, I’d do that completely sober.”
“Ha!” Morgana laughed as she reached toward Elena to give her a high five.
“Oh, I’ve got it,” Gwen said. “Strip down to your knickers and go stand out in the hallway and offer everyone free cuddles. Sounds like there’s a party going on down the hall, I’m sure you’ll have a bunch of takers.”
“Yes, this I like,” Lance said.
Elena laughed and stood up, shedding her shirt in the process. “I’m going to make it clear it’s just a cuddle though. Dirty buggers that live around here will think I’m some sort of hallway prostitute.”
“Well, they are friends of Gwaine so I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Arthur said as he shoved at Percy and Gwaine with his foot. They were moaning now. And writhing. Gross.
“Your thinly veiled jealousy of Gwaine is so cute,” Elena said as she patted Arthur on the head and stepped over Gwaine and Percy on her way to the door.
“Don’t worry, Arthur,” Morgana said. “Merlin is still your BFF even if he likes Gwaine too.”
“Shut up, Morgana.”
“What are you guys even talking about?” Merlin asked. “And I’m really not even that drunk, I should know what you’re talking about. I mean, functionally, I should be able to understand words and all, you know?”
Arthur just looked at Merlin and smiled. He was so endearing when he was rambling like an idiot.
Everyone ignored Merlin though in favor of huddling at the open door and watching Elena hug strangers passing by in the hall.
“How many cuddles do I have to give?” Elena asked as she hugged a rather befuddled girl clearly trying to pull off a walk of shame.
“Lots more,” Leon said at the same time Gwen said, “Let’s say five.”
“Five it is,” Elena said as she snagged a guy walking by and pulled him into the hug with the befuddled girl.
“You’re being exceptionally pervy tonight, Leon,” Merlin said.
Morgana waved him off. “He’s drunk. He’s always pervy when he’s drunk.”
“It’s rather fascinating though, isn’t it?” Merlin asked conversationally. “I mean he’s usually so gentlemanly otherwise.”
“Take that back!” Leon shouted for no discernible reason.
“And apparently it affects his volume control too,” Arthur said.
“Interesting.” Merlin nodded and Arthur grinned. Such a goofy fool.
“Done!” Elena shouted from the hallway after she let go of her last cuddle victim. “Now get me my clothes, I’m freezing my tits off.”
“My turn,” Merlin said as he helped Elena tug her jumper down over her head. “Dare.”
“You’ve got to make out with Leon.” Morgana grinned as everyone laughed, except Leon who looked like he was up for it, and Merlin who looked appalled as he turned wide-eyes on Leon, and Arthur who had had enough of this making out fuckery.
“Okay. That’s it. Game over,” Arthur announced as he grabbed Merlin’s hand and tugged him away from Elena and toward the still open door.
“You’re being obvious!” Morgana shouted at his back.
“Shut up, Morgana.”
“What is she on about?” Merlin asked. “And why are we going? I wanted to keep playing.”
Arthur had managed to drag Merlin down the short hallway and to the lift by the time he finished talking. He started jabbing at the down button with his thumb.
“Why? So you can make out with Leon? You do know he’s dating my sister and just because he’s drunk and stupid tonight doesn’t mean anything’s going to come of it.”
“Of course it’s not,” Merlin said, clearly appalled. “I know that. Jesus, Arthur. What’s wrong with you tonight?”
“Nothing,” Arthur said as he jabbed at the lift button some more. Stupid fucking lift. Where the hell was it?
Merlin grabbed Arthur’s hand and held it in his own to stop him from attacking the button again.
“Did I do something wrong?” Merlin asked. “You’ve been pissed off at me all week long, it seems.”
Arthur frowned. God he hated that he’d made Merlin feel that way, and of course he hadn’t done a thing wrong, it was all Arthur. Arthur and his slight to major fucking panic attack about graduation looming in the spring and the thought that they’d all scatter to the four winds. He really fucking loved all his friends, but Merlin most of all. Merlin. Stupid, stupid Merlin and his donkey laugh and his blue fucking eyes and his knowing Arthur top to bottom, every single solitary thing about him except the most important thing of all. And Arthur would like to tell him, that most important thing, that Merlin had somehow managed to bumble his way into Arthur’s heart and changed him and shaped him in all the ways that mattered, but he didn’t have the balls to do it.
“Of course you didn’t do anything wrong, Merlin. The world doesn’t actually revolve around you,” Arthur said sourly. He winced at the deeper frown and the little burst of anger that crossed Merlin’s face as he said it.
“Actually it’s you that thinks the world revolves around him. Self-centered, arrogant arse that you are.” The lift doors had finally opened and Merlin marched inside and took over Arthur’s job of jabbing at the buttons.
Arthur stepped inside the lift next to Merlin and took his hand just as Merlin had done to Arthur on the other side of the doors. “I’m sorry, M. Ignore me. I’m drunk and maudlin.”
Merlin turned to him like he was going to let him have it but Arthur must have looked too pathetic because he just sighed and reached over to brush Arthur’s hair away from his forehead.
“You haven’t got anything to be maudlin about, you twat. Buck up and put your big boy pants on.”
Arthur huffed out a laugh and tightened his hold on Merlin’s hand, happy about the fact he hadn’t yet let go of him.
“Wanna crash at mine? It’s closer,” Arthur said.
Merlin leaned into him and bumped their shoulders. “Yeah, sure.”
They made their way back to Arthur’s, Merlin nearly dragging Arthur the entire way whining that he was cold, and Arthur being extra difficult to pull just to annoy Merlin.
“You’re such a dick,” Merlin tried for anger but only managed to laugh as he slumped against the wall outside Arthur’s room and waited for him to unlock his door.
Once they were inside Arthur started digging through his drawers for the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt Merlin always wore whenever he crashed at his place. He was embarrassingly sentimental about them too because Merlin’s face always lit up whenever he saw them, like he couldn’t believe Arthur had kept them for him. He’d always happily exclaim, 'my pyjamas!' a bit like an idiot, and Arthur would be sure to tease him, but it never failed to warm Arthur from the inside out every single time he did it.
Tonight though, when Arthur handed over the pyjamas, Merlin took them and held them to his chest with a quiet, thoughtful look on his face.
“You know, Arthur,” he said, his voice serious. “If want to talk, about anything, I’m here.”
Arthur frowned. “Yeah. I know that.”
“Anything at all,” Merlin pressed the issue. “Like even if you think it’s embarrassing or whatever.”
“What would I think is embarrassing?” Arthur asked. He was beginning to get a bit worried about what Merlin was nattering on about.
Merlin sighed and shifted from foot to foot. “You know,” he said insistently.
“No, I really really don’t.”
“About Leon. God, Arthur,” Merlin said, clearly exasperated.
“Leon? Why’d I need to talk about Leon?”
“You know, about your feelings for him. Or whatever.”
Now this was just getting weird.
“Are we having the same conversation here, Merlin? Because I’ve got to be honest, I haven’t a clue what you’re on about.”
“You. Liking Leon. Your sister’s boyfriend. Must I spell it out for you?”
“Apparently, because I’d like to know in what universe I like Leon, well, other than as a friend, cos I need to steer clear of that one.”
“You mean you don’t have feelings for Leon?”
“No,” Arthur said loudly. “Oh my god, Merlin, where do you get this shit?”
“Um, it was kind of obvious after tonight. You nearly dragged me out of Gwaine’s by my hair to keep me from kissing him. Be a bit more obvious.”
“Oh fucking hell, Merlin, you complete and utter tosspot. It was about you. I didn’t want Leon to kiss you because the thought of anyone but me kissing you drives me up the fucking wall.”
“Really?” Merlin asked.
“Of course really.” Arthur threw his hands up in the air. “I was more than a bit obvious about it, like you said, but seeing as how you’re the most oblivious person on the planet your being the recipient of that obviousness completely eluded you.”
Merlin tossed the clothes in his arms onto the floor. “I don’t know what you just said, and I don’t particularly care, all I heard is that you want to kiss me.”
“Selective hearing as always, Merlin.”
“Oh shut up, Arthur. I heard the bit that matters,” Merlin said as he basically flung himself into Arthur’s arms and laid a sloppy kiss on him.
Arthur stumbled a bit under the sudden weight of Merlin but righted himself, wrapped his arms around Merlin and kissed him right back. And fucking hell if it wasn’t a damn good first kiss. Arthur thought it really useful knowledge to know Merlin’s mouth excelled at something other than talking nonstop.
Merlin opened up to him and Arthur took advantage, slipping his tongue into Merlin’s mouth and deepening the kiss until they were both breathless with it and staggering their way backwards toward Arthur’s bed. They fell back onto it in a jumbled, gasping heap.
Arthur pulled back slightly from Merlin’s lips and asked. “You’re not just doing this cos you’re drunk, right? I mean this isn’t a too much alcohol, too late at night type of impaired judgment thing, is it?”
“God no,” Merlin said. “I mean I am drunk, but that has nothing to do with what we’re doing right now. I’ve been trying to hide my boners from you for years now.”
Arthur snorted and buried his face in Merlin’s neck as he mumbled against it, “Very suave, Merlin. Sexy.”
“What?” Merlin laughed as he tangled his legs up with Arthur’s. “Boners are incredibly sexy.”
Arthur slipped his hand underneath Merlin’s jumper, pressed it against the warm skin of his stomach. “Really, Merlin? The word itself is inherently unsexy.”
“Would you rather I called it my engorged penis? Pick your battles, Arthur.”
Arthur just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to leaning down and kissing the bare expanse of Merlin’s stomach that his roaming hands had revealed. Merlin gasped at the first touch of Arthur’s lips and Arthur smiled as Merlin’s belly dipped in with the sudden intake of breath. He rolled himself onto his stomach and slid a bit down Merlin’s side so he could hover over him and settle between his thighs, his hands at Merlin’s hips, and his mouth trailing kisses low across his stomach. Merlin breathed Arthur’s name and slipped his hands into Arthur’s hair, gently carding through it and holding Arthur against him at the same time.
Arthur worked at Merlin’s belt buckle and he’d just gotten it undone when Merlin sat up and pushed at Arthur’s shoulders making him sit up on his knees. A flood of disappointment coursed through him. Fuck. Of course Merlin was having second thoughts.
“God, don’t look that way, Arthur,” Merlin said as he pressed as closely to Arthur as he could. “I just want you to kiss me and calm me down.”
“What?” Arthur asked, Merlin’s lips hovering just over his.
“Swear to god I’ll fucking come the second you touch me if you don’t just shut up and kiss me right now.”
Arthur laughed against Merlin’s lips. “How’s kissing supposed to help that?”
“Don’t argue my logic.” Merlin grinned and kissed him.
Arthur moved his hand to the side of Merlin’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his beating heart beneath his fingertips. Fuck. He was making Merlin feel just as crazy nuts as he was. The thought pounded through him as he kissed Merlin back; slow, smooth kisses that were meant to bring them both back to a more even keel but only proved to Arthur that they were fucking meant to be kissing all along. What had taken him so bloody long?
“Shit shit shit,” Merlin gasped against Arthur’s mouth. “This is happening. I can’t. God, Arthur.” Merlin touched Arthur’s face briefly then pulled his hands away and shook them before touching Arthur again, like he couldn’t believe Arthur was real, that he was actually touching him. “God.”
“I know, right? It’s a good thing I’m an idiot and complete crap at Truth or Dare.” Arthur laughed breathlessly.
“You’re my idiot,” Merlin said, his voice sweet and fond. “Always have been, even if you didn’t know it.”
“Duh, idiot here, Merlin. I have an excuse.”
“No, you really, really don’t.” Merlin shook his head before leaning in for another kiss.
When the kisses started to turn less slow and more urgent, desperate, Arthur grabbed at Merlin’s hips, tugged at his jeans. Merlin shifted on the bed and lifted his hips, an invitation Arthur wasn’t going to ignore.
“Just let me,” Arthur gasped as he managed to get Merlin’s jeans down far enough to see the start of dark hair reaching up to meet the trail coming down from Merlin’s navel. Merlin grasped Arthur’s hands with shaky fingers and stilled them only long enough to stand, shifting himself in front of Arthur. His hands stopped holding Arthur’s and started helping him push down his jeans and boxers.
“Fuck. Merlin.” Arthur said once he saw Merlin’s already hard cock. He held Merlin in place by his hips, Arthur’s fingers digging into sharp hipbones, as he nosed at Merlin’s cock, pressed his mouth against it, breath hot and wanting.
“Arthur,” Merlin gasped as his knees nearly buckled underneath him. He reached out for Arthur’s shoulders, clutching at them to hold himself up.
Arthur rubbed the palm of his right hand over Merlin’s hip and across the flat plane of his stomach. His fingers crept into the coarse dark hair surrounding Merlin’s cock.
“Touch me. Please,” Merlin begged, his fingers squeezing down on Arthur’s shoulders. “Fucking please.”
Arthur felt dizzy, drunk on more than the beers they’d downed that night. “Did you know,” he started to ask Merlin, his fingers slowly wrapping around Merlin’s cock as Merlin let out a rush of gasping air at the touch, “that I dreamed about sucking your cock?”
“Fuck,” Merlin drew out the word as he pushed his hips forward, pushed his cock further into Arthur’s hand.
“I’d suck your cock and make you scream, your come filling my mouth, and I’d wake up so hard, Merlin. I’d fucking ache and I couldn’t wait to touch myself, bring myself off imagining it was you doing it.”
Merlin’s fingers moved from Arthur’s shoulders to his neck to tilt his head back and force him to look up at Merlin. “Anything you want, Arthur. I’ll do it for you.”
“Slag,” Arthur said quietly, fondly, his fingers slipping down the length of Merlin’s cock.
“For you? Yeah,” Merlin whispered, his thumb tracing Arthur’s lower lip.
Arthur nipped at Merlin’s thumb before leaning back in and pressing his mouth to Merlin’s cock. This time, though, instead of teasing Merlin he ran tongue across it, taking in the taste of Merlin, the heat of his skin. Arthur loved the taste of cock; that dark earthiness, the musky smell filling his nose as he took them into his throat, and Merlin’s taste shot burning hot sparks of want through his veins. He couldn’t stop himself from taking the head of Merlin’s cock into his mouth, from slowing taking it further even in, breathing through his nose so he wouldn’t have to pull back.
Garbled words fell from Merlin’s mouth as Arthur continued the slow slide up and down his cock; there were curses and pleas, and endearments Arthur saved deep down inside him because they were gorgeous and they made his cock even harder than it already was and maybe also a little bit because he wanted to make fun of Merlin for them later. All those, 'baby, baby, baby's spilling from his lips unawares; sweet and silly all at once.
Arthur hummed in appreciation and Merlin’s hips jerked in response. He looked up at Merlin when he felt Merlin’s thumb brushing at the corner of his mouth, touching his lips where they stretched around his cock, and saw him looking down at him with outright wonder, eyes glazed and bright bright blue. He pulled back, let Merlin’s cock slip from his mouth, so he could smile at Merlin, his lips reddened and wet from sucking.
“Oh god. You,” Merlin moaned, his voice heavy with meaning as he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur and dragged him into a deep, frantic kiss. His hands were all over Arthur; pulling at his clothes and trying to get to as much bare skin as he could. Arthur’s hands fumbled with Merlin’s to unzip his jeans and get them tugged down enough for Merlin to get at his cock. He was so hard it hurt.
Once Merlin bared Arthur’s cock he scrambled up into his lap; his knees slipping and pushing into the mattress on either side of Arthur’s thighs as he desperately tried to get their cocks aligned, to get both of them in his grasping, fumbling hands.
“Let me, just -. Let me,” Merlin stuttered at the same time Arthur said, “Yes. Yes.”
Arthur lifted his hips, pushed his cock up against Merlin’s as he finally got his fingers wrapped around both their cocks. Arthur couldn’t tear his eyes away from those ridiculously long, white fingers wrapped around them both, but then Merlin started stroking their cocks and leaned in to claim Arthur’s mouth again. Their kisses were sloppy and erratic as they pushed against each other, breaths coming short and fast in their desperation just to fucking touch.
The heat coiled up in Arthur’s gut and he came with a shout, hard and fast and better than he could have ever fucking imagined. He sucked in deep breaths as he held Merlin, fingers clenched in his soft, worn jumper, and it took him a moment or two to realize Merlin had his face pressed against his neck, was gasping against him, as shudders ran through him. Arthur tried to unclench his fingers so he could wrap his arms around Merlin’s back and hold him steady, hold him to his chest.
Merlin mouthed at Arthur’s neck as he kept his hand wrapped around their cocks, come sticky and cooling on his fingers and their skin and clothes. Arthur held Merlin close and ran his hands up and down Merlin’s back. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and Arthur drew in deep breaths, memorising the way they smelled, combined, their scents twisted together.
“Arthur,” Merlin whispered, his voice wrecked. “God.”
“I know. I know,” Arthur whispered back.
Merlin nosed at the underside of Arthur’s jaw. “We’re so fucking stupid,” he said. “So fucking stupid. We could have been doing this for ages.”
Arthur chuckled as he pressed a kiss against Merlin’s temple. “Obviously we need to make up for lost time then.”
Merlin sat up and gave Arthur a look. “Obviously,” he said as he let go of their cocks and looked down to frown at the mess on his hand before wiping it on Arthur’s shirt.
“Hey,” Arthur complained as he slapped at Merlin’s hand.
Merlin ignored him and said, “Fuck. We won’t be out of this bed for days. We’ll have to call out for food and drink to keep us going while you bum me rotten.”
“Fingers crossed neither one of us will be able to walk, or sit comfortably, once we’re done catching up.”
Merlin grinned at Arthur, a wide, lovestruck smile that lit up his face and made Arthur smile in return. Merlin threw himself back down onto Arthur’s chest and started smattering his face with kisses.
“Shall we have Gwen take notes for us in class then?” he asked between overly excited kisses.
“Smart boy.” Arthur smiled fondly. “She’s the only one with legible handwriting.”
Merlin started laughing as he stopped kissing Arthur long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor. Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin’s waist and flipped him onto his back in one quick move as Merlin screeched in surprise and laughter.
Yeah, Arthur thought as he looked down into Merlin’s flushed, laughing face, best game of Truth or Dare ever.
~End
Recipient:
hate_blueprintAuthor:
giselleslashRating: NC-17
Pairings: Arthur/Merlin, with Morgana/Leon, Gwen/Lance, Gwaine/Percival, Elena
Word Count: 4.6k
Warnings: None
Summary: A drunken game of Truth or Dare goes awry but kinda sorta turns out to be the best game Arthur’s ever played.
Author's Notes: I took a little bit of everything from your prompt so I really hope you enjoy it! ♥
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to Shine and BBC. I make no profit from this endeavor.
Arthur sat on the floor sandwiched between Merlin and Percy, and Jesus fuck he hoped Percy wasn’t drunk enough to tip over like he did that one time during Freshers’ Week. He’d nearly squashed the poor girl flat. It was a good thing Elena was a scrappy little thing and a totally good sport who had only laughed uproariously about it as Percy blubbered out an apology as he helped her to her feet.
Arthur, on the other hand, wasn’t feeling so carefree about it. He feared if Percy teetered over he’d start a domino effect with quite tragic results. They were all sitting squashed into a circle on Gwaine’s floor after he’d loudly slobbered, 'Come back to mine! I have beer! And a floor!' once the pub had closed and their group had stumbled out onto the pavement. Why Gwaine thought having a floor was an enticement Arthur’d never know. He didn’t have time to think about it though as he was too busy being worried about the game of human dominoes Percy was dangerously close to beginning with his truly abysmal sense of balance while drunk. It was all fine and good when you were normal sized to be drunk and wobbly, not so much when you were tree sized.
But for now Percy was sitting upright and seemed to be fine. He was ridiculously into the game of Truth or Dare Morgana got going and was obviously too busy to think about tipping over. Arthur thought the game stupid as everyone was picking truth and answering idiotic questions that everyone already knew the answers to. Of course Morgana had made out with Gwen, everyone knew that. Leon only asked it because he was hoping to hear the filthy details, again, dirty bastard, and Arthur would probably have to give him a good slap for it later. That was his sister after all. Gross.
He also “learned” that the worst thing Lance ever did was cheat on a maths exam when he was thirteen (boring!), that Gwaine had officially given nineteen guys head first-year alone (again, no surprise, he’d kept a tally chart, the slut), that Gwen got arrested once for disorderly conduct because she’d been protesting the state of wildflowers or some ridiculously adorable Gwen-like cause or other (so not a revelation to Arthur since he was the one that bailed her out of jail as it was during the one month they were dating second-year), and that Merlin still slept with a teddy bear (honestly, who didn’t know that? Arthur had taken pity on a distressed Merlin and sewed Theodore Teddy’s ear back on for him just last week).
“Boring!” Arthur finally shouted after Merlin’s lame admission of teddy bear possession. “Someone pick dare, come on!”
Of course Gwaine was the first to shout out, “Dare!”
Morgana, ever the Machiavellian, told him to kiss Percy (with tongue, dammit!) because everyone but Gwaine knew that Percy had been harboring a truly pathetic crush on Gwaine for the past year or more and since he was a big, dumb, soft-hearted mug all he’d done about it so far was write terrible poetry about Gwaine’s hair while listening to Dusty Springfield. When Arthur and Merlin weren’t busy laughing over it they found it quite adorable.
Gwaine, never one to pass up the chance to shove his tongue in someone’s mouth, threw himself across the circle into Percy’s lap and started kissing him for all he was worth. Since Arthur was sitting just to Percy’s left he could testify that there was most definitely tongue involved, the sight of which was going to traumatize Arthur for a good long while. It was a good thing Merlin was a skinny bastard and Arthur could budge up against him to try to distance himself from Gwaine’s roaming hands. Merlin just laughed and wrapped his arms around Arthur’s waist and attempted to pull him closer.
“I’ll save you, Arthur,” Merlin said, though it was decidedly less impressive since he was giggling the entire time he was attempting to do it.
“Good grief, Merlin,” Arthur said as he slapped at Merlin’s hands when he tried to pull Arthur into his lap.
“What? I’m saving you.”
“And doing it very poorly.” Arthur tried for grumpiness as Merlin was getting quite handsy in his rescue attempt and Arthur didin’t really want to have to explain his cock’s drunken and very unruly response to Merlin’s groping hands.
“Don’t worry, Merlin, you’re doing fine. You’re just exciting him too much is all,” Elena said, less than helpfully, from across the circle.
Honestly. Arthur was never going out for drinks with Elena ever again. Admit one time, after a few beers, that you found Merlin’s decidedly dopey smile the most wonderful thing in the world and that if Gwaine gave Merlin one more unsolicited back rub you were going to punch him in the face and she never let you forget it.
“Shut up, Elena,” Arthur said at the same time Merlin pulled back his hands like he’d been burned. Arthur twisted around to look at Merlin only to see him flushing a brighter pink than his usual drunken pinkness and looking rather miserable.
Fuck it all.
Arthur was well aware that Merlin didn’t feel anything beyond friendship for him but it was really rather soul-crushing to see it so obviously displayed.
“Oh, calm down, Merlin,” Arthur grouched as he scooted himself off of Merlin. “You’re not going to catch gay.”
“But I am gay,” Merlin mumbled.
“Yes. Well. You know what I mean,” Arthur said as he waved him off and tried not to bump into Gwaine and Percy who had managed to get themselves laid out flat on the floor while Merlin had been busy groping Arthur.
“I never know what you mean.” Merlin frowned.
Arthur didn’t hear him though as he was too busy hitting at Gwaine’s shoulder and telling him and Percy to, 'Move it to Percy’s room for fuck sake.'
“Don’t stop them,” Morgana said. “That’s a fairly impressive display of carrying through on a dare.”
“Just ignore them,” Gwen added. “Let them have at it. We’ll just play around them.”
“Around them? They take up half the floor,” Arthur said.
Everyone ignored him as Elena shot her hand up into the air and said, “Me next! Dare. And give me a good one.”
“Make out with Morgana,” Leon said.
“We’re not here to act out your fantasies, Leon,” Merlin laughed.
“Yeah, and I said give me a good one,” Elena said. “You don’t have to dare me to make out with Morgana, I’d do that completely sober.”
“Ha!” Morgana laughed as she reached toward Elena to give her a high five.
“Oh, I’ve got it,” Gwen said. “Strip down to your knickers and go stand out in the hallway and offer everyone free cuddles. Sounds like there’s a party going on down the hall, I’m sure you’ll have a bunch of takers.”
“Yes, this I like,” Lance said.
Elena laughed and stood up, shedding her shirt in the process. “I’m going to make it clear it’s just a cuddle though. Dirty buggers that live around here will think I’m some sort of hallway prostitute.”
“Well, they are friends of Gwaine so I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Arthur said as he shoved at Percy and Gwaine with his foot. They were moaning now. And writhing. Gross.
“Your thinly veiled jealousy of Gwaine is so cute,” Elena said as she patted Arthur on the head and stepped over Gwaine and Percy on her way to the door.
“Don’t worry, Arthur,” Morgana said. “Merlin is still your BFF even if he likes Gwaine too.”
“Shut up, Morgana.”
“What are you guys even talking about?” Merlin asked. “And I’m really not even that drunk, I should know what you’re talking about. I mean, functionally, I should be able to understand words and all, you know?”
Arthur just looked at Merlin and smiled. He was so endearing when he was rambling like an idiot.
Everyone ignored Merlin though in favor of huddling at the open door and watching Elena hug strangers passing by in the hall.
“How many cuddles do I have to give?” Elena asked as she hugged a rather befuddled girl clearly trying to pull off a walk of shame.
“Lots more,” Leon said at the same time Gwen said, “Let’s say five.”
“Five it is,” Elena said as she snagged a guy walking by and pulled him into the hug with the befuddled girl.
“You’re being exceptionally pervy tonight, Leon,” Merlin said.
Morgana waved him off. “He’s drunk. He’s always pervy when he’s drunk.”
“It’s rather fascinating though, isn’t it?” Merlin asked conversationally. “I mean he’s usually so gentlemanly otherwise.”
“Take that back!” Leon shouted for no discernible reason.
“And apparently it affects his volume control too,” Arthur said.
“Interesting.” Merlin nodded and Arthur grinned. Such a goofy fool.
“Done!” Elena shouted from the hallway after she let go of her last cuddle victim. “Now get me my clothes, I’m freezing my tits off.”
“My turn,” Merlin said as he helped Elena tug her jumper down over her head. “Dare.”
“You’ve got to make out with Leon.” Morgana grinned as everyone laughed, except Leon who looked like he was up for it, and Merlin who looked appalled as he turned wide-eyes on Leon, and Arthur who had had enough of this making out fuckery.
“Okay. That’s it. Game over,” Arthur announced as he grabbed Merlin’s hand and tugged him away from Elena and toward the still open door.
“You’re being obvious!” Morgana shouted at his back.
“Shut up, Morgana.”
“What is she on about?” Merlin asked. “And why are we going? I wanted to keep playing.”
Arthur had managed to drag Merlin down the short hallway and to the lift by the time he finished talking. He started jabbing at the down button with his thumb.
“Why? So you can make out with Leon? You do know he’s dating my sister and just because he’s drunk and stupid tonight doesn’t mean anything’s going to come of it.”
“Of course it’s not,” Merlin said, clearly appalled. “I know that. Jesus, Arthur. What’s wrong with you tonight?”
“Nothing,” Arthur said as he jabbed at the lift button some more. Stupid fucking lift. Where the hell was it?
Merlin grabbed Arthur’s hand and held it in his own to stop him from attacking the button again.
“Did I do something wrong?” Merlin asked. “You’ve been pissed off at me all week long, it seems.”
Arthur frowned. God he hated that he’d made Merlin feel that way, and of course he hadn’t done a thing wrong, it was all Arthur. Arthur and his slight to major fucking panic attack about graduation looming in the spring and the thought that they’d all scatter to the four winds. He really fucking loved all his friends, but Merlin most of all. Merlin. Stupid, stupid Merlin and his donkey laugh and his blue fucking eyes and his knowing Arthur top to bottom, every single solitary thing about him except the most important thing of all. And Arthur would like to tell him, that most important thing, that Merlin had somehow managed to bumble his way into Arthur’s heart and changed him and shaped him in all the ways that mattered, but he didn’t have the balls to do it.
“Of course you didn’t do anything wrong, Merlin. The world doesn’t actually revolve around you,” Arthur said sourly. He winced at the deeper frown and the little burst of anger that crossed Merlin’s face as he said it.
“Actually it’s you that thinks the world revolves around him. Self-centered, arrogant arse that you are.” The lift doors had finally opened and Merlin marched inside and took over Arthur’s job of jabbing at the buttons.
Arthur stepped inside the lift next to Merlin and took his hand just as Merlin had done to Arthur on the other side of the doors. “I’m sorry, M. Ignore me. I’m drunk and maudlin.”
Merlin turned to him like he was going to let him have it but Arthur must have looked too pathetic because he just sighed and reached over to brush Arthur’s hair away from his forehead.
“You haven’t got anything to be maudlin about, you twat. Buck up and put your big boy pants on.”
Arthur huffed out a laugh and tightened his hold on Merlin’s hand, happy about the fact he hadn’t yet let go of him.
“Wanna crash at mine? It’s closer,” Arthur said.
Merlin leaned into him and bumped their shoulders. “Yeah, sure.”
They made their way back to Arthur’s, Merlin nearly dragging Arthur the entire way whining that he was cold, and Arthur being extra difficult to pull just to annoy Merlin.
“You’re such a dick,” Merlin tried for anger but only managed to laugh as he slumped against the wall outside Arthur’s room and waited for him to unlock his door.
Once they were inside Arthur started digging through his drawers for the pyjama bottoms and t-shirt Merlin always wore whenever he crashed at his place. He was embarrassingly sentimental about them too because Merlin’s face always lit up whenever he saw them, like he couldn’t believe Arthur had kept them for him. He’d always happily exclaim, 'my pyjamas!' a bit like an idiot, and Arthur would be sure to tease him, but it never failed to warm Arthur from the inside out every single time he did it.
Tonight though, when Arthur handed over the pyjamas, Merlin took them and held them to his chest with a quiet, thoughtful look on his face.
“You know, Arthur,” he said, his voice serious. “If want to talk, about anything, I’m here.”
Arthur frowned. “Yeah. I know that.”
“Anything at all,” Merlin pressed the issue. “Like even if you think it’s embarrassing or whatever.”
“What would I think is embarrassing?” Arthur asked. He was beginning to get a bit worried about what Merlin was nattering on about.
Merlin sighed and shifted from foot to foot. “You know,” he said insistently.
“No, I really really don’t.”
“About Leon. God, Arthur,” Merlin said, clearly exasperated.
“Leon? Why’d I need to talk about Leon?”
“You know, about your feelings for him. Or whatever.”
Now this was just getting weird.
“Are we having the same conversation here, Merlin? Because I’ve got to be honest, I haven’t a clue what you’re on about.”
“You. Liking Leon. Your sister’s boyfriend. Must I spell it out for you?”
“Apparently, because I’d like to know in what universe I like Leon, well, other than as a friend, cos I need to steer clear of that one.”
“You mean you don’t have feelings for Leon?”
“No,” Arthur said loudly. “Oh my god, Merlin, where do you get this shit?”
“Um, it was kind of obvious after tonight. You nearly dragged me out of Gwaine’s by my hair to keep me from kissing him. Be a bit more obvious.”
“Oh fucking hell, Merlin, you complete and utter tosspot. It was about you. I didn’t want Leon to kiss you because the thought of anyone but me kissing you drives me up the fucking wall.”
“Really?” Merlin asked.
“Of course really.” Arthur threw his hands up in the air. “I was more than a bit obvious about it, like you said, but seeing as how you’re the most oblivious person on the planet your being the recipient of that obviousness completely eluded you.”
Merlin tossed the clothes in his arms onto the floor. “I don’t know what you just said, and I don’t particularly care, all I heard is that you want to kiss me.”
“Selective hearing as always, Merlin.”
“Oh shut up, Arthur. I heard the bit that matters,” Merlin said as he basically flung himself into Arthur’s arms and laid a sloppy kiss on him.
Arthur stumbled a bit under the sudden weight of Merlin but righted himself, wrapped his arms around Merlin and kissed him right back. And fucking hell if it wasn’t a damn good first kiss. Arthur thought it really useful knowledge to know Merlin’s mouth excelled at something other than talking nonstop.
Merlin opened up to him and Arthur took advantage, slipping his tongue into Merlin’s mouth and deepening the kiss until they were both breathless with it and staggering their way backwards toward Arthur’s bed. They fell back onto it in a jumbled, gasping heap.
Arthur pulled back slightly from Merlin’s lips and asked. “You’re not just doing this cos you’re drunk, right? I mean this isn’t a too much alcohol, too late at night type of impaired judgment thing, is it?”
“God no,” Merlin said. “I mean I am drunk, but that has nothing to do with what we’re doing right now. I’ve been trying to hide my boners from you for years now.”
Arthur snorted and buried his face in Merlin’s neck as he mumbled against it, “Very suave, Merlin. Sexy.”
“What?” Merlin laughed as he tangled his legs up with Arthur’s. “Boners are incredibly sexy.”
Arthur slipped his hand underneath Merlin’s jumper, pressed it against the warm skin of his stomach. “Really, Merlin? The word itself is inherently unsexy.”
“Would you rather I called it my engorged penis? Pick your battles, Arthur.”
Arthur just rolled his eyes and turned his attention to leaning down and kissing the bare expanse of Merlin’s stomach that his roaming hands had revealed. Merlin gasped at the first touch of Arthur’s lips and Arthur smiled as Merlin’s belly dipped in with the sudden intake of breath. He rolled himself onto his stomach and slid a bit down Merlin’s side so he could hover over him and settle between his thighs, his hands at Merlin’s hips, and his mouth trailing kisses low across his stomach. Merlin breathed Arthur’s name and slipped his hands into Arthur’s hair, gently carding through it and holding Arthur against him at the same time.
Arthur worked at Merlin’s belt buckle and he’d just gotten it undone when Merlin sat up and pushed at Arthur’s shoulders making him sit up on his knees. A flood of disappointment coursed through him. Fuck. Of course Merlin was having second thoughts.
“God, don’t look that way, Arthur,” Merlin said as he pressed as closely to Arthur as he could. “I just want you to kiss me and calm me down.”
“What?” Arthur asked, Merlin’s lips hovering just over his.
“Swear to god I’ll fucking come the second you touch me if you don’t just shut up and kiss me right now.”
Arthur laughed against Merlin’s lips. “How’s kissing supposed to help that?”
“Don’t argue my logic.” Merlin grinned and kissed him.
Arthur moved his hand to the side of Merlin’s neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his beating heart beneath his fingertips. Fuck. He was making Merlin feel just as crazy nuts as he was. The thought pounded through him as he kissed Merlin back; slow, smooth kisses that were meant to bring them both back to a more even keel but only proved to Arthur that they were fucking meant to be kissing all along. What had taken him so bloody long?
“Shit shit shit,” Merlin gasped against Arthur’s mouth. “This is happening. I can’t. God, Arthur.” Merlin touched Arthur’s face briefly then pulled his hands away and shook them before touching Arthur again, like he couldn’t believe Arthur was real, that he was actually touching him. “God.”
“I know, right? It’s a good thing I’m an idiot and complete crap at Truth or Dare.” Arthur laughed breathlessly.
“You’re my idiot,” Merlin said, his voice sweet and fond. “Always have been, even if you didn’t know it.”
“Duh, idiot here, Merlin. I have an excuse.”
“No, you really, really don’t.” Merlin shook his head before leaning in for another kiss.
When the kisses started to turn less slow and more urgent, desperate, Arthur grabbed at Merlin’s hips, tugged at his jeans. Merlin shifted on the bed and lifted his hips, an invitation Arthur wasn’t going to ignore.
“Just let me,” Arthur gasped as he managed to get Merlin’s jeans down far enough to see the start of dark hair reaching up to meet the trail coming down from Merlin’s navel. Merlin grasped Arthur’s hands with shaky fingers and stilled them only long enough to stand, shifting himself in front of Arthur. His hands stopped holding Arthur’s and started helping him push down his jeans and boxers.
“Fuck. Merlin.” Arthur said once he saw Merlin’s already hard cock. He held Merlin in place by his hips, Arthur’s fingers digging into sharp hipbones, as he nosed at Merlin’s cock, pressed his mouth against it, breath hot and wanting.
“Arthur,” Merlin gasped as his knees nearly buckled underneath him. He reached out for Arthur’s shoulders, clutching at them to hold himself up.
Arthur rubbed the palm of his right hand over Merlin’s hip and across the flat plane of his stomach. His fingers crept into the coarse dark hair surrounding Merlin’s cock.
“Touch me. Please,” Merlin begged, his fingers squeezing down on Arthur’s shoulders. “Fucking please.”
Arthur felt dizzy, drunk on more than the beers they’d downed that night. “Did you know,” he started to ask Merlin, his fingers slowly wrapping around Merlin’s cock as Merlin let out a rush of gasping air at the touch, “that I dreamed about sucking your cock?”
“Fuck,” Merlin drew out the word as he pushed his hips forward, pushed his cock further into Arthur’s hand.
“I’d suck your cock and make you scream, your come filling my mouth, and I’d wake up so hard, Merlin. I’d fucking ache and I couldn’t wait to touch myself, bring myself off imagining it was you doing it.”
Merlin’s fingers moved from Arthur’s shoulders to his neck to tilt his head back and force him to look up at Merlin. “Anything you want, Arthur. I’ll do it for you.”
“Slag,” Arthur said quietly, fondly, his fingers slipping down the length of Merlin’s cock.
“For you? Yeah,” Merlin whispered, his thumb tracing Arthur’s lower lip.
Arthur nipped at Merlin’s thumb before leaning back in and pressing his mouth to Merlin’s cock. This time, though, instead of teasing Merlin he ran tongue across it, taking in the taste of Merlin, the heat of his skin. Arthur loved the taste of cock; that dark earthiness, the musky smell filling his nose as he took them into his throat, and Merlin’s taste shot burning hot sparks of want through his veins. He couldn’t stop himself from taking the head of Merlin’s cock into his mouth, from slowing taking it further even in, breathing through his nose so he wouldn’t have to pull back.
Garbled words fell from Merlin’s mouth as Arthur continued the slow slide up and down his cock; there were curses and pleas, and endearments Arthur saved deep down inside him because they were gorgeous and they made his cock even harder than it already was and maybe also a little bit because he wanted to make fun of Merlin for them later. All those, 'baby, baby, baby's spilling from his lips unawares; sweet and silly all at once.
Arthur hummed in appreciation and Merlin’s hips jerked in response. He looked up at Merlin when he felt Merlin’s thumb brushing at the corner of his mouth, touching his lips where they stretched around his cock, and saw him looking down at him with outright wonder, eyes glazed and bright bright blue. He pulled back, let Merlin’s cock slip from his mouth, so he could smile at Merlin, his lips reddened and wet from sucking.
“Oh god. You,” Merlin moaned, his voice heavy with meaning as he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur and dragged him into a deep, frantic kiss. His hands were all over Arthur; pulling at his clothes and trying to get to as much bare skin as he could. Arthur’s hands fumbled with Merlin’s to unzip his jeans and get them tugged down enough for Merlin to get at his cock. He was so hard it hurt.
Once Merlin bared Arthur’s cock he scrambled up into his lap; his knees slipping and pushing into the mattress on either side of Arthur’s thighs as he desperately tried to get their cocks aligned, to get both of them in his grasping, fumbling hands.
“Let me, just -. Let me,” Merlin stuttered at the same time Arthur said, “Yes. Yes.”
Arthur lifted his hips, pushed his cock up against Merlin’s as he finally got his fingers wrapped around both their cocks. Arthur couldn’t tear his eyes away from those ridiculously long, white fingers wrapped around them both, but then Merlin started stroking their cocks and leaned in to claim Arthur’s mouth again. Their kisses were sloppy and erratic as they pushed against each other, breaths coming short and fast in their desperation just to fucking touch.
The heat coiled up in Arthur’s gut and he came with a shout, hard and fast and better than he could have ever fucking imagined. He sucked in deep breaths as he held Merlin, fingers clenched in his soft, worn jumper, and it took him a moment or two to realize Merlin had his face pressed against his neck, was gasping against him, as shudders ran through him. Arthur tried to unclench his fingers so he could wrap his arms around Merlin’s back and hold him steady, hold him to his chest.
Merlin mouthed at Arthur’s neck as he kept his hand wrapped around their cocks, come sticky and cooling on his fingers and their skin and clothes. Arthur held Merlin close and ran his hands up and down Merlin’s back. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and Arthur drew in deep breaths, memorising the way they smelled, combined, their scents twisted together.
“Arthur,” Merlin whispered, his voice wrecked. “God.”
“I know. I know,” Arthur whispered back.
Merlin nosed at the underside of Arthur’s jaw. “We’re so fucking stupid,” he said. “So fucking stupid. We could have been doing this for ages.”
Arthur chuckled as he pressed a kiss against Merlin’s temple. “Obviously we need to make up for lost time then.”
Merlin sat up and gave Arthur a look. “Obviously,” he said as he let go of their cocks and looked down to frown at the mess on his hand before wiping it on Arthur’s shirt.
“Hey,” Arthur complained as he slapped at Merlin’s hand.
Merlin ignored him and said, “Fuck. We won’t be out of this bed for days. We’ll have to call out for food and drink to keep us going while you bum me rotten.”
“Fingers crossed neither one of us will be able to walk, or sit comfortably, once we’re done catching up.”
Merlin grinned at Arthur, a wide, lovestruck smile that lit up his face and made Arthur smile in return. Merlin threw himself back down onto Arthur’s chest and started smattering his face with kisses.
“Shall we have Gwen take notes for us in class then?” he asked between overly excited kisses.
“Smart boy.” Arthur smiled fondly. “She’s the only one with legible handwriting.”
Merlin started laughing as he stopped kissing Arthur long enough to yank his shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor. Arthur wrapped his arm around Merlin’s waist and flipped him onto his back in one quick move as Merlin screeched in surprise and laughter.
Yeah, Arthur thought as he looked down into Merlin’s flushed, laughing face, best game of Truth or Dare ever.
~End
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Date: 2011-12-14 01:44 pm (UTC)M
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Date: 2011-12-14 04:00 pm (UTC)Arthur was so obvious, it was so sweet. XD
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Date: 2011-12-14 04:08 pm (UTC)Awwwww, this is quite possibly the cutest mental image ever. Thank you! <3
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Date: 2011-12-15 10:25 am (UTC)We’ll have to call out for food and drink to keep us going while you bum me rotten.” :D
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Date: 2011-12-25 07:14 pm (UTC)Ah-may-zing. Sweet, hot, and brilliant.
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Date: 2012-01-03 07:09 pm (UTC)Merlin grinned at Arthur, a wide, lovestruck smile that lit up his face and made Arthur smile in return.
Such an image!
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Date: 2012-08-15 04:58 pm (UTC)YESSSS
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