Teenage Dream: Part Two
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tourdefierceArthur wakes up because someone is talking or at least whispering frantically and completely interrupting his drunk induced sleep. It only takes a few seconds to realize his lack of clothing and his massive, apocalyptic inducing headache to remember just exactly who is whispering frantically on the phone and oh, god—
"Will," Arthur heard Merlin, their goddamn exchange student, muttering from his place by Arthur's desk. "I can't believe I did that."
Arthur tries to lie very still, pretending to still be sleeping. He is already feeling embarrassment swell over his foul tasting mouth and pounding head. Did Merlin regret doing what they did? Is he trying to book a flight back to the UK? Who's Will?
Morgana is going to kill him.
"He's supposed to be my host family! And now I've gone and shagged him," Merlin moaned pathetically into the phone. Arthur went frosty. Of course Merlin regretted hooking up with him. Right. Well—
"Will! This is not the time... Will! For fuck's sake, it was bloody brilliant but that's not the point. What if he regrets it and kicks me out? How am I to explain that to my mum? Oh sorry, Mum. I couldn't keep it in my pants long enough not to get deported! Or what if he doesn't remember it? If I have to spend months looking at his gorgeous face with his stupidly straight teeth and his fucking fit arse and pretend I haven't had my mouth and my hands and oh fuck, that I don't desperately want to shag him again, I'm going to go mental."
Arthur is extremely glad his face is pressed against the pillow because there would be no way of hiding his enormous grin. There is part of him that knows he's hot or fit but it's hard to think that when everyone at the school is straight and is wishing every moment of every day to change his sexuality orientation to fit their perfect high school dream.
"Oh Will, this is tragic! I'm in a tragedy! He's terribly out of my league with his blonde hair and his—Will, he does sport! Several kinds! He looks like he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad." Merlin whines into the phone and Arthur feels himself flush with praise. "It would be better if he was as much of an twat as Morgana described him or really fuck-ugly... what? Oh well, yes, I imagine he's somewhat of a prick but I watched him last night, going round with his friends and he was being absolutely charming. I'm doomed!"
For some stupid, inexplicable reason that Arthur plans on blaming on the hang over, he wants to put Merlin out of his misery. He doesn't want him to think he's a jerk or whatever and Arthur has never really cared what anyone thought of him other than his father. He also, unexplainably, wants Merlin to come back to bed. Arthur rolls over, listening as Merlin curses into the phone and hangs up.
Arthur squints into the morning light. "What time is it?"
"Half seven?"
Arthur groans, stretching as the covers shift off of his body and he hears Merlin whimper a bit. Arthur turns his head and glares, because if he doesn't, a smile is going to smear all over his face in the most embarrassing way.
"What are you doing out of bed," Arthur mutters, turning away from Merlin's flushing face and holding a hand out in his general direction. "Come back to bed."
"Oh, um," Merlin stutters.
"Merlin."
And then Merlin is there, clambering over him and sticking his knees and elbows in all the wrong places and generally making Arthur's hang over worse before he finally settles next to Arthur. He's ramrod stiff and awkward, until Arthur lets out a long suffering sigh, because honestly, does he have to do everything himself? He physically moves him until he is tucked behind Merlin, spooning the knobby line of his spine and flinging his arm over his thin belly to rub the thin trail of hair.
Merlin practically melts back into him after a few awkward moments. Arthur has to suppress a smile in the name of dignity and manly integrity because Merlin is like a very grumpy kitten and thinking about boys like that is just super gay.
"You done with your big-gay-panic-attack?" Arthur asks against Merlin's neck when their breathing falls into rhythm and Merlin tucks his cold feed against Arthur's calves.
"I wasn't having a—whatever it is you said," Merlin mutters petulantly.
Arthur hums, feeling smug and happy and ridiculous. "Sounded like it to me."
There's a strange pause, as if Merlin is weighing how much he thinks he can get away with before he sighs and elbows Arthur gently enough that Arthur just laughs.
"Oi! Don't be such a git," Merlin accuses and Arthur just squeezes him, pressing his face into the nape of his neck and inhaling. They smell of booze and sweat and generally just reek in a way that only teenage boys who have consumed alcohol, have had sex or played an organized sport can and Arthur fucking loves it.
"You like me anyway," is what he says in response. "You want to shag me again and lick my teeth."
He has a strong urge to nip the back of Merlin's neck. He thinks about not doing so until he realizes he can—he absolutely can do whatever he wants to Merlin because Merlin wants him to. Merlin thinks he's fit and shaggable, which for the record, sound much more appealing in British vernacular.
"Yeah well," Merlin mumbles. "Don't let it go to your head, yeah?"
But Arthur is already half asleep, nosing into the hair of Merlin's neck and rubbing his tummy like it might smooth the prickly bits of him into some sort of submission.
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"Arthur."
Arthur is having a nice dream about blow jobs when Merlin decides to keep saying his name, not in the sexy way, but in the sort of way that communicates urgency and wakefulness—both of which Arthur doesn't approve of at the moment.
"Arthur, open your eyes."
He doesn't open his eyes but he does try and figure out what sort of position they have found themselves in. He puts his face forward, looking to block out Merlin, only to smack his forehead into Merlin's extremely pokey shoulder.
"Arthur," Merlin whines again and Arthur opens his mouth to bite at the bit of shoulder that connected with his head.
"You fucking wanker."
And then Arthur is laughing himself awake, rolling over and falling off the bed because he was lying on top of Merlin and there is no place to go but overboard. He's still laughing, clutching his naked belly and realizing that he's got a morning wood and this is the most ridiculous he's felt since being accepted to Oxford and realizing that real life was coming for him.
"I'll make you a deal," comes Merlin's voice from above.
"What's that?"
His head pops over the side of the bed and Arthur has to swallow the goofy smile from his face because Merlin's hair is a disaster and he's wiggling his eyebrows like they're a vehicle of communication all by themselves.
"Make me a bacon sandwich, a proper breakfast, and we can take care of wee Arthur."
Arthur frowns. "I'm too hung over to be insulted but my dick is certainly not little."
"I never said little, just... you know, wee."
Arthur can't see the smirk because the bed is in the way but he's positive it's there.
"You're kind of a sassy bitch," Arthur says, palming his morning erection and watching as Merlin's gaze flickers between Arthur's face and his hand.
"That's okay," Merlin says seriously, "you're kind of a twat."
They stay there, staring at each other until wee Arthur demands that he do something because idle palming is just not satisfactory when Merlin is right above him.
"Right then," Arthur says, staggering to his feet and going to his closet. He digs out two towels and throws one at Merlin, wrapping the other around his waist and walking out his bedroom door. "Come on."
Merlin sputters when the towel hits his face but Arthur peeks out the door, checking to make sure the hallway is still deserted.
"What are you doing?" Merlin whispers furiously but Arthur ignores him and starts off down the hall.
"Arthur! What about the bacon?"
Arthur turns three corners, making his way silently down the hall until he comes to a large door. He knocks twice and he when receives nothing in response, he opens the door and turns around. "Orgasms first," he smirks because it's not like Merlin didn't follow him. "Wee Arthur doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Merlin stammers, mouth gaping before Arthur rolls his eyes and tugs the Brit inside the enormous bathroom. Arthur turns around, not completely sure what's come over him because he hasn't been this carefree and silly and spontaneous in so long but there is something about Merlin, his open face or his curiously blue eyes that inspire a little bit more from Arthur.
He adjusts the taps and when he turns around, Merlin has a face twisted up in incredulousness.
"What?"
Merlin gestures around. "Why'd we have to come here! There's a loo in your room."
"Checked out my room, did you?"
"Now that we're here, I have no idea how we got here. I should have brought bloody breadcrumbs to find my way back and now that you've denied me rations, I might just starve and die," Merlin says dramatically, clutching his towel as if it can save him.
"Merlin?"
"What."
"My shower isn't big enough for two," Arthur says and enjoys the way Merlin's eyes widen and the tips of his ears turn scarlet under the attention.
"Oh."
"Yes," Arthur says, dropping his towel and turning to step into the shower. "Wouldn't want it to get cold, now would we?"
He busies himself with getting his hair wet, ignoring Merlin because he didn't really think this through. Seeing someone naked when drunk and in the dark is something completely different than seeing them in the bright lights of the bathroom. He feels vulnerable and raw all of the sudden because this is all new. He's never showered with anyone like this before. Hell, he hasn't even been with anyone before, other than the occasional handjob or random hookup and now he's climbing into the shower with a fucking foreign exchange student he hardly even knows.
"Budge over," Merlin says, and suddenly the spray is being blocked by Merlin's wiry shoulders, his head tipping back to wet his hair and Arthur's drawn to a purpling bruise on Merlin's skin.
He hadn't even noticed Merlin's entrance into the shower but now, now he's got his undivided attention, all awkwardness forgotten in the wake of Merlin's naked body. Arthur can't even stop himself, his hand reaches without his permission to press his thumb to the bite mark and watching in fascination as Merlin makes some sort of strangled kitten noise in the back of his throat but doesn't tilt his head forward.
Arthur ducks forward and licks at the mark, tasting salt and hot water with the tip of his tongue. Merlin moans, soft and content but Arthur can feel it underneath his lips. It's one of those things you only notice in sobriety and Arthur is fascinated by the feeling of Merlin's vocal cords rumbling in pleasure, so he kisses and licks at Merlin's neck until Merlin's fingers are tugging on his wet hair to disengage Arthur's mouth and relocate it to his.
They kiss for a few minutes, more careful now in their startling sobriety. When Arthur pulls away he shakes his head and says, "Morning breath" and Merlin laughs, hands grabbing at Arthur's shoulders and bring him back to kiss the breath out of him.
The hot spray of the water slows everything down but they're teenagers, hard and naked for each other, so soon enough they're rutting against each other with no leverage. Merlin whines when Arthur palms his ass, pulling their hips together forcefully.
"God, Arthur," Merlin gasps into his mouth before he turns his head, mouth along Arthur's jaw and then rubbing their cheeks together. It's such a stupidly tender moment that Arthur can barely stand it. He slams Merlin up against the tiles, ignoring the gasps that sound ripped from Merlin's chest—the thunk of his head—and thrusts up against him, shoving his thigh between Merlin's and oh fuck, yes.
"Holy fucking shit," Arthur mutters into Merlin's ear because it's good, so good in the friction, not enough slickness from the water and their skin catches, erections skittering across hip bones and flushed skin until it's hurts from twisting pleasure and frantic need.
Arthur just humps him, fucks him up rough against the wall until Merlin's gasping, the skin too tender from the lack of lube in the previous nights events but Arthur doesn't give a fuck. He dips down, sucks on the already bruised skin of Merlin's neck until he shouts underneath Arthur's mouth, bucking his hips without a semblance of control. He rides Arthur's leg without shame, huffing out Arthur's name until he's coming on a painful wail and taking Arthur with him.
The water gets cooler but they're still wrapped around each other until Merlin huffs out a whine and says, "Fuck, what's wrong with us? You'd think we'd use soap or something."
Arthur laughs into his neck, looking down between them and reach out to finger the softening tip of his cock. Merlin hisses in pain and Arthur makes a noise to convey his sympathy. His dick also feels a little raw too.
"It's like before I discovered lube," Merlin bemoans and then there's soap everywhere, with fingers chasing after them into ass cracks with blushing because both their cocks twitch. There are bubbles in Arthur's mouth and somehow, Merlin ends up telling a story about his mother Hunith and how she said she always suspected he was a poofter because of his affinity for bubble baths.
Arthur tells Merlin that his mother died because... well, he doesn't know why but he does.
Merlin dries him off with a fluffy towel, mouthing at the corners of his mouth and they go back to Arthur's room.
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Merlin borrows a pair of Arthur's sweat pants (but also puts on his scarf just in case they run into someone) and he happens to look so fucking good that they have to stop to make out on the landing before descending into the kitchen, Merlin's stomach growling loudly and generally whining a lot more than is strictly necessary. The house is a disaster but they ignore it, banging out kitchen utensils and drinking orange juice straight from the carton.
They burn the bacon on one side but no one makes an appearance in the kitchen so they spend the next hour making out over bacon sandwiches before Arthur puts his foot down and demands they clean their teeth.
The grease makes them sleepy and so they take a nap, Arthur's iPod streaming sleepy music into the room and they waste away the afternoon.
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When Morgana calls the clock reads 4:57 pm and Arthur is getting acquainted with Merlin's belly button. They're both still soft, having woke up an hour prior, horny and hot after their nap and jerked each other off with rushed strokes. (They used lube this time and it was like rediscovering it all over again.) Recovery time notwithstanding, Arthur has pretty lofty intensions when he can get it up again.
"What?"
"Good morning to you too, asshole."
Arthur sighs, licking at Merlin's hipbone. "It's almost five. What do you want Morgana?"
"Where are you?"
"Nowhere," he says but he can already hear her footsteps and he turns, scrambling up off the bed, almost kneeing Merlin's balls in the process to get to the door and turn the latch just before the doorknob rattles.
"I know you're in there, Arthur!"
"Fuck off!"
But then he's running through his bathroom to the adjoining study to lock that door there. The lock jiggles and Morgana curses.
"I'll be back, you fucktard!"
"Bring it, bitch!"
When Arthur gets back to the bedroom, to Merlin's naked body all laid out for him, Merlin's laughing again.
"What?"
Merlin waves his hand toward Arthur's crotch.
"What!" Arthur looks down at his dick and then back up to Merlin, who is laughing so hard he can hardly breathe. His chest flushes in the most alarmingly attractive manner and Arthur hates him for it. "Merlin! What is your—"
"It's just..." Merlin squeaks out between gulping breaths. "Your cock... it's... flopping around... all—" he makes a waving motion with his hand, limp wristed, "wee Arthur... bobbing around!"
Arthur looks down at his dick, which is hardening, for what reason it's unclear. It might be because of embarrassment, or because Merlin's chest is flushing bright red or because the sky is blue and Arthur's only eighteen—random erections happen!
"Come here, you silly muppet."
Arthur frowns but walks over anyway, Merlin swinging his legs over until he's sitting on the bed and Arthur's standing in front of him. Arthur frowns some more because Merlin's smiling like he's got a secret, like he's got something he doesn't want to share with anyone and couldn't be happier about it.
"Stop laughing at me," Arthur says because he can't think of anything else to say. He's hard and Merlin's laughing about bobbing dicks.
"Sorry."
"You don't look sorry."
Merlin's eyelashes look long, fanned out against his cheek from this angle. Arthur doesn't get time to evaluate anything else because then Merlin's mouth is swallowing his cock with aborted little movements and it's all slickwetheat and needyhipthrusts and Arthur sort of loses his mind after that.
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"Who's Will?"
They're lying in bed, still naked, waiting for their recovery time to be over so that they can do it again—anything again. For now, they're just touching with sure fingers and curious mouths. Merlin's taken to connecting the freckles of Arthur's shoulders with his tongue. It's stupidly awesome.
"Will?"
"Was he the guy you were talking to before?"
Merlin hums and Arthur feels it ghosting his spine. "Best mate from home."
Arthur nods into the pillow, still feeling lazy from his last orgasm. Merlin continues to place light and fluttery kisses up and down Arthur's back.
"You know," he says quietly. "This is vastly better than staying with Gaius."
Arthur laughs, bringing his arms up to pillow his head. "I would hope so."
They stay like that, Arthur on his belly and Merlin draped across his back for most of the evening. Merlin fills Arthur in on Gwaine, Irish parents and Merlin's only friend from Mercia, then he inquires about the rest of Morgana's friends. This leads to Arthur practically mapping out the entirety of Albion High, who's with who; who made out with who during which important event; who's lost their v-card; who Nimmie hasn't slept with and why Morgana is dating Leon instead of Morgause. (Merlin provides the last answer, it's because the girl that Morgause was making out with last night, Freya, has a legendary tongue.)
Merlin asks curious questions about Arthur's father and for the first time in a long time, Arthur doesn't answer with attitude. It's refreshing. To lighten the mood, Merlin tells him that the only reason he knows who Morgana is because she came over for a music lesson and walked in on him having a wank. Mortified, Merlin had shouted for Morgana to leave but instead, she had sat down and exclaimed, "But what if I was Gaius!" Twenty minutes later, she had convinced him that she was going to find a place for Merlin to live—if only for preventing any further emotional damage that might be caused by a teenager living in such close proximity to Gaius.
However, like everything that had happened to them in the events of their day, their mouths eventually meet and conversations are abandoned for the sake of making out and rutting against each other like animals in heat.
It's only when Arthur's close, their hips locked together that Merlin starts talking in a filthy murmur. "Was thinking, in the shower--"
"Yeah?"
"Mmm, saw this once in porno when—oh fuck, yeah that's good—when one guy licked another, you know, down there," Merlin pants out as he rubs their dicks together, dripping with lube and pre-come.
Arthur's head spins. "You thought about it?"
Merlin moans. "Yeah, in the shower when we were all clean."
For a moment, Arthur closes his eyes and the visual image that comes to mind almost makes him come. He arches up and presses closer to Merlin's thrusting hips.
"What'd you think about?" Arthur asks hesitantly, still gasping, licking his lips as Merlin's eyelids flutter like he's imagining the scene in his head.
"Pressing you up against the wall," Merlin pants out, "spreading your cheeks and licking your arse and—oh god, no—I'd want it the other way around more. With your tongue up in there and your fingers and ohfuckohfuck!"
Merlin comes between them with tiny little jerks of hips. The come smears between them and Arthur is so fucking close when Merlin stops all together.
"What—Merlin, you can't," Arthur whines, hips twitching upward for some sort of friction.
"Hush you," is what Merlin says before he licks a path down Arthur's chest and literally licks up his own come from Arthur's belly.
"You'd let me?"
Merlin arches an eyebrow at the question and Arthur swallows down the lump in his throat. "You'd let me finger fuck you?"
At that, Merlin closes his eyes and moans before taking it upon himself to swallow the tip of Arthur's cock and rolls his balls together in what Arthur takes as total acquiescence.
Arthur comes so hard, it fucking hurts.
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When they stumble down the stairs looking for a late dinner and possibly more juice because Arthur's headache has come back they are greeted by three people that Arthur had honestly forgotten existed.
Morgana, Leon and Gwaine are all leaning against the back of the couch, facing the stairs and totally fucking ambushing them. Arthur stutters to a stop and removes his hand from Merlin's ass, looking between Merlin and the group. Merlin looks just as stunned, one hand going up to cover the hickey on his neck.
They'd forgotten his scarf this time.
"Christ you look—"
Gwaine interrupts, "Like you've been kidnapped and used as a sex slave." He squints, scrunching up his face in the most ridiculous expression Arthur has ever seen. He looks at Merlin, then at Arthur, down to Arthur's groin area and then back to Merlin. "How's your hole, Merlin?"
"Oh my god," Morgana yells, reaching over Leon (who looks thoroughly damaged at the scene before him) and she succeeds in rapidly hitting Gwaine around the head. If Arthur's being honest, he kind of wants to beat the shit out of Gwaine for knowing more about Merlin than him but that's entirely not the point right now. Beside him, Merlin makes a noise very similar to a dying cat (which, Arthur is noticing, is a pattern) and Arthur pats his arm in sympathy.
"I can't believe you! Arthur Brian Winston Woodcock Pendragon the third!" Morgana screeches, gets up and suddenly he's being man-handled toward the kitchen by Morgana's freakish long nails while Gwaine yells, "You've been having marathon sex! I've been worried about your virtue being ripped from your clutches by a filthy American tycoon's son and you've been relieving yourself of your virgin hole all day long!"
As the door swings shut behind them, Arthur hears Merlin's, embarrassed and itchy yell, "STOP SAYING HOLE."
When Arthur finds himself face to face with Morgana's increasingly red face, he doesn't really know what to say.
"Um..."
"You had better not done anything to his hole," is what Morgana says and Arthur's hang over comes back with a vengeance.
"I don't—"
"ARTHUR!"
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After much yelling and a fair amount of teasing from Gwaine that results in Arthur punching him in the jaw and Leon having to pour Morgana a drink, everybody seems to calm down a bit. There is a fair amount of clearing up about hole virginity, in which Leon looks mortally offended, Gwaine makes more squinty faces and Merlin yells a lot about the use of the word hole. They distract themselves by cleaning the house. Arthur tries not to pout when Merlin is sent to the other wing to clean but when he catches Arthur's eye and grins, well... it's not so bad, is it?
Leon takes Morgana out for ice cream and Gwaine helps Merlin move into his new room. Arthur lets him choose whatever room he wants, he shows him all the options and is only marginally disappointed when he picks the one with the large bay windows, piano in the attached sitting room because it isn't very close to Arthur's.
(When Arthur's cock hardens at the sight of Merlin's long, talented fingers idly pressing on the piano keys, he wonders if someone can die from being hard all the time or coming too often in one day. He should probably see a doctor.)
It's eleven by the time everything is settled and Gwaine is on his way back to his parents’ house with only a few winks and Merlin's bright red ears. Thankfully, when Leon said out for ice cream he also meant, where we will have sex in my car to make you feel guilty and/or forget about your brother's gay adventures.
"I feel like this hang over has lasted for days," Merlin says into the awkward silence around them and Arthur snaps out of where he's staring at the impossibly adorable tops of Merlin's ears.
"Yeah, it has."
They stand, awkwardly in the hallway until Merlin frowns and Arthur is ready to just call it quits, because there has been enough awkwardness for a lifetime but then Merlin looks determined and so Arthur stays.
"This is stupid," Arthur says.
"A bit, yeah."
"I'm going to go to bed."
"Right," Merlin says and then he's smashing their lips together, painfully and not anywhere near the right angle but it's good. Arthur relaxes into the kiss and they stand there, making out like the unabashed teenagers they are, tongues inexperienced but enthusiastic and their cocks already half hard when they haven't really done anything but be awkward and kiss.
They make out until Merlin whimpers against his lips and Morgana stomps through the foyer below them.
"Night," Arthur says, walking away with a smile so wide on his face, his cheeks hurt.
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The rest of the year goes a bit like this:
The best thing about the rest of Arthur's senior year comes at the end. Graduation is in a week and Morgana spends all her time complaining about how she looks terrible in red and blue, while Arthur stresses in silent torment over his Valedictorian speech.
School is a joke and the boys spend most of their time in Arthur's car, making out because they can. It's a Wednesday when Merlin scrambles out of Arthur's car with a hickey that looks a lot like Africa sucked on his neck and goes to have lunch with Gaius. He's halfway across the parking lot when Arthur sees the piece of paper folded up in the seat.
Inside, is Merlin's dormitory request for Oxford.
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"Will," Arthur heard Merlin, their goddamn exchange student, muttering from his place by Arthur's desk. "I can't believe I did that."
Arthur tries to lie very still, pretending to still be sleeping. He is already feeling embarrassment swell over his foul tasting mouth and pounding head. Did Merlin regret doing what they did? Is he trying to book a flight back to the UK? Who's Will?
Morgana is going to kill him.
"He's supposed to be my host family! And now I've gone and shagged him," Merlin moaned pathetically into the phone. Arthur went frosty. Of course Merlin regretted hooking up with him. Right. Well—
"Will! This is not the time... Will! For fuck's sake, it was bloody brilliant but that's not the point. What if he regrets it and kicks me out? How am I to explain that to my mum? Oh sorry, Mum. I couldn't keep it in my pants long enough not to get deported! Or what if he doesn't remember it? If I have to spend months looking at his gorgeous face with his stupidly straight teeth and his fucking fit arse and pretend I haven't had my mouth and my hands and oh fuck, that I don't desperately want to shag him again, I'm going to go mental."
Arthur is extremely glad his face is pressed against the pillow because there would be no way of hiding his enormous grin. There is part of him that knows he's hot or fit but it's hard to think that when everyone at the school is straight and is wishing every moment of every day to change his sexuality orientation to fit their perfect high school dream.
"Oh Will, this is tragic! I'm in a tragedy! He's terribly out of my league with his blonde hair and his—Will, he does sport! Several kinds! He looks like he walked out of a Calvin Klein ad." Merlin whines into the phone and Arthur feels himself flush with praise. "It would be better if he was as much of an twat as Morgana described him or really fuck-ugly... what? Oh well, yes, I imagine he's somewhat of a prick but I watched him last night, going round with his friends and he was being absolutely charming. I'm doomed!"
For some stupid, inexplicable reason that Arthur plans on blaming on the hang over, he wants to put Merlin out of his misery. He doesn't want him to think he's a jerk or whatever and Arthur has never really cared what anyone thought of him other than his father. He also, unexplainably, wants Merlin to come back to bed. Arthur rolls over, listening as Merlin curses into the phone and hangs up.
Arthur squints into the morning light. "What time is it?"
"Half seven?"
Arthur groans, stretching as the covers shift off of his body and he hears Merlin whimper a bit. Arthur turns his head and glares, because if he doesn't, a smile is going to smear all over his face in the most embarrassing way.
"What are you doing out of bed," Arthur mutters, turning away from Merlin's flushing face and holding a hand out in his general direction. "Come back to bed."
"Oh, um," Merlin stutters.
"Merlin."
And then Merlin is there, clambering over him and sticking his knees and elbows in all the wrong places and generally making Arthur's hang over worse before he finally settles next to Arthur. He's ramrod stiff and awkward, until Arthur lets out a long suffering sigh, because honestly, does he have to do everything himself? He physically moves him until he is tucked behind Merlin, spooning the knobby line of his spine and flinging his arm over his thin belly to rub the thin trail of hair.
Merlin practically melts back into him after a few awkward moments. Arthur has to suppress a smile in the name of dignity and manly integrity because Merlin is like a very grumpy kitten and thinking about boys like that is just super gay.
"You done with your big-gay-panic-attack?" Arthur asks against Merlin's neck when their breathing falls into rhythm and Merlin tucks his cold feed against Arthur's calves.
"I wasn't having a—whatever it is you said," Merlin mutters petulantly.
Arthur hums, feeling smug and happy and ridiculous. "Sounded like it to me."
There's a strange pause, as if Merlin is weighing how much he thinks he can get away with before he sighs and elbows Arthur gently enough that Arthur just laughs.
"Oi! Don't be such a git," Merlin accuses and Arthur just squeezes him, pressing his face into the nape of his neck and inhaling. They smell of booze and sweat and generally just reek in a way that only teenage boys who have consumed alcohol, have had sex or played an organized sport can and Arthur fucking loves it.
"You like me anyway," is what he says in response. "You want to shag me again and lick my teeth."
He has a strong urge to nip the back of Merlin's neck. He thinks about not doing so until he realizes he can—he absolutely can do whatever he wants to Merlin because Merlin wants him to. Merlin thinks he's fit and shaggable, which for the record, sound much more appealing in British vernacular.
"Yeah well," Merlin mumbles. "Don't let it go to your head, yeah?"
But Arthur is already half asleep, nosing into the hair of Merlin's neck and rubbing his tummy like it might smooth the prickly bits of him into some sort of submission.
"Arthur."
Arthur is having a nice dream about blow jobs when Merlin decides to keep saying his name, not in the sexy way, but in the sort of way that communicates urgency and wakefulness—both of which Arthur doesn't approve of at the moment.
"Arthur, open your eyes."
He doesn't open his eyes but he does try and figure out what sort of position they have found themselves in. He puts his face forward, looking to block out Merlin, only to smack his forehead into Merlin's extremely pokey shoulder.
"Arthur," Merlin whines again and Arthur opens his mouth to bite at the bit of shoulder that connected with his head.
"You fucking wanker."
And then Arthur is laughing himself awake, rolling over and falling off the bed because he was lying on top of Merlin and there is no place to go but overboard. He's still laughing, clutching his naked belly and realizing that he's got a morning wood and this is the most ridiculous he's felt since being accepted to Oxford and realizing that real life was coming for him.
"I'll make you a deal," comes Merlin's voice from above.
"What's that?"
His head pops over the side of the bed and Arthur has to swallow the goofy smile from his face because Merlin's hair is a disaster and he's wiggling his eyebrows like they're a vehicle of communication all by themselves.
"Make me a bacon sandwich, a proper breakfast, and we can take care of wee Arthur."
Arthur frowns. "I'm too hung over to be insulted but my dick is certainly not little."
"I never said little, just... you know, wee."
Arthur can't see the smirk because the bed is in the way but he's positive it's there.
"You're kind of a sassy bitch," Arthur says, palming his morning erection and watching as Merlin's gaze flickers between Arthur's face and his hand.
"That's okay," Merlin says seriously, "you're kind of a twat."
They stay there, staring at each other until wee Arthur demands that he do something because idle palming is just not satisfactory when Merlin is right above him.
"Right then," Arthur says, staggering to his feet and going to his closet. He digs out two towels and throws one at Merlin, wrapping the other around his waist and walking out his bedroom door. "Come on."
Merlin sputters when the towel hits his face but Arthur peeks out the door, checking to make sure the hallway is still deserted.
"What are you doing?" Merlin whispers furiously but Arthur ignores him and starts off down the hall.
"Arthur! What about the bacon?"
Arthur turns three corners, making his way silently down the hall until he comes to a large door. He knocks twice and he when receives nothing in response, he opens the door and turns around. "Orgasms first," he smirks because it's not like Merlin didn't follow him. "Wee Arthur doesn't like to be kept waiting."
Merlin stammers, mouth gaping before Arthur rolls his eyes and tugs the Brit inside the enormous bathroom. Arthur turns around, not completely sure what's come over him because he hasn't been this carefree and silly and spontaneous in so long but there is something about Merlin, his open face or his curiously blue eyes that inspire a little bit more from Arthur.
He adjusts the taps and when he turns around, Merlin has a face twisted up in incredulousness.
"What?"
Merlin gestures around. "Why'd we have to come here! There's a loo in your room."
"Checked out my room, did you?"
"Now that we're here, I have no idea how we got here. I should have brought bloody breadcrumbs to find my way back and now that you've denied me rations, I might just starve and die," Merlin says dramatically, clutching his towel as if it can save him.
"Merlin?"
"What."
"My shower isn't big enough for two," Arthur says and enjoys the way Merlin's eyes widen and the tips of his ears turn scarlet under the attention.
"Oh."
"Yes," Arthur says, dropping his towel and turning to step into the shower. "Wouldn't want it to get cold, now would we?"
He busies himself with getting his hair wet, ignoring Merlin because he didn't really think this through. Seeing someone naked when drunk and in the dark is something completely different than seeing them in the bright lights of the bathroom. He feels vulnerable and raw all of the sudden because this is all new. He's never showered with anyone like this before. Hell, he hasn't even been with anyone before, other than the occasional handjob or random hookup and now he's climbing into the shower with a fucking foreign exchange student he hardly even knows.
"Budge over," Merlin says, and suddenly the spray is being blocked by Merlin's wiry shoulders, his head tipping back to wet his hair and Arthur's drawn to a purpling bruise on Merlin's skin.
He hadn't even noticed Merlin's entrance into the shower but now, now he's got his undivided attention, all awkwardness forgotten in the wake of Merlin's naked body. Arthur can't even stop himself, his hand reaches without his permission to press his thumb to the bite mark and watching in fascination as Merlin makes some sort of strangled kitten noise in the back of his throat but doesn't tilt his head forward.
Arthur ducks forward and licks at the mark, tasting salt and hot water with the tip of his tongue. Merlin moans, soft and content but Arthur can feel it underneath his lips. It's one of those things you only notice in sobriety and Arthur is fascinated by the feeling of Merlin's vocal cords rumbling in pleasure, so he kisses and licks at Merlin's neck until Merlin's fingers are tugging on his wet hair to disengage Arthur's mouth and relocate it to his.
They kiss for a few minutes, more careful now in their startling sobriety. When Arthur pulls away he shakes his head and says, "Morning breath" and Merlin laughs, hands grabbing at Arthur's shoulders and bring him back to kiss the breath out of him.
The hot spray of the water slows everything down but they're teenagers, hard and naked for each other, so soon enough they're rutting against each other with no leverage. Merlin whines when Arthur palms his ass, pulling their hips together forcefully.
"God, Arthur," Merlin gasps into his mouth before he turns his head, mouth along Arthur's jaw and then rubbing their cheeks together. It's such a stupidly tender moment that Arthur can barely stand it. He slams Merlin up against the tiles, ignoring the gasps that sound ripped from Merlin's chest—the thunk of his head—and thrusts up against him, shoving his thigh between Merlin's and oh fuck, yes.
"Holy fucking shit," Arthur mutters into Merlin's ear because it's good, so good in the friction, not enough slickness from the water and their skin catches, erections skittering across hip bones and flushed skin until it's hurts from twisting pleasure and frantic need.
Arthur just humps him, fucks him up rough against the wall until Merlin's gasping, the skin too tender from the lack of lube in the previous nights events but Arthur doesn't give a fuck. He dips down, sucks on the already bruised skin of Merlin's neck until he shouts underneath Arthur's mouth, bucking his hips without a semblance of control. He rides Arthur's leg without shame, huffing out Arthur's name until he's coming on a painful wail and taking Arthur with him.
The water gets cooler but they're still wrapped around each other until Merlin huffs out a whine and says, "Fuck, what's wrong with us? You'd think we'd use soap or something."
Arthur laughs into his neck, looking down between them and reach out to finger the softening tip of his cock. Merlin hisses in pain and Arthur makes a noise to convey his sympathy. His dick also feels a little raw too.
"It's like before I discovered lube," Merlin bemoans and then there's soap everywhere, with fingers chasing after them into ass cracks with blushing because both their cocks twitch. There are bubbles in Arthur's mouth and somehow, Merlin ends up telling a story about his mother Hunith and how she said she always suspected he was a poofter because of his affinity for bubble baths.
Arthur tells Merlin that his mother died because... well, he doesn't know why but he does.
Merlin dries him off with a fluffy towel, mouthing at the corners of his mouth and they go back to Arthur's room.
Merlin borrows a pair of Arthur's sweat pants (but also puts on his scarf just in case they run into someone) and he happens to look so fucking good that they have to stop to make out on the landing before descending into the kitchen, Merlin's stomach growling loudly and generally whining a lot more than is strictly necessary. The house is a disaster but they ignore it, banging out kitchen utensils and drinking orange juice straight from the carton.
They burn the bacon on one side but no one makes an appearance in the kitchen so they spend the next hour making out over bacon sandwiches before Arthur puts his foot down and demands they clean their teeth.
The grease makes them sleepy and so they take a nap, Arthur's iPod streaming sleepy music into the room and they waste away the afternoon.
When Morgana calls the clock reads 4:57 pm and Arthur is getting acquainted with Merlin's belly button. They're both still soft, having woke up an hour prior, horny and hot after their nap and jerked each other off with rushed strokes. (They used lube this time and it was like rediscovering it all over again.) Recovery time notwithstanding, Arthur has pretty lofty intensions when he can get it up again.
"What?"
"Good morning to you too, asshole."
Arthur sighs, licking at Merlin's hipbone. "It's almost five. What do you want Morgana?"
"Where are you?"
"Nowhere," he says but he can already hear her footsteps and he turns, scrambling up off the bed, almost kneeing Merlin's balls in the process to get to the door and turn the latch just before the doorknob rattles.
"I know you're in there, Arthur!"
"Fuck off!"
But then he's running through his bathroom to the adjoining study to lock that door there. The lock jiggles and Morgana curses.
"I'll be back, you fucktard!"
"Bring it, bitch!"
When Arthur gets back to the bedroom, to Merlin's naked body all laid out for him, Merlin's laughing again.
"What?"
Merlin waves his hand toward Arthur's crotch.
"What!" Arthur looks down at his dick and then back up to Merlin, who is laughing so hard he can hardly breathe. His chest flushes in the most alarmingly attractive manner and Arthur hates him for it. "Merlin! What is your—"
"It's just..." Merlin squeaks out between gulping breaths. "Your cock... it's... flopping around... all—" he makes a waving motion with his hand, limp wristed, "wee Arthur... bobbing around!"
Arthur looks down at his dick, which is hardening, for what reason it's unclear. It might be because of embarrassment, or because Merlin's chest is flushing bright red or because the sky is blue and Arthur's only eighteen—random erections happen!
"Come here, you silly muppet."
Arthur frowns but walks over anyway, Merlin swinging his legs over until he's sitting on the bed and Arthur's standing in front of him. Arthur frowns some more because Merlin's smiling like he's got a secret, like he's got something he doesn't want to share with anyone and couldn't be happier about it.
"Stop laughing at me," Arthur says because he can't think of anything else to say. He's hard and Merlin's laughing about bobbing dicks.
"Sorry."
"You don't look sorry."
Merlin's eyelashes look long, fanned out against his cheek from this angle. Arthur doesn't get time to evaluate anything else because then Merlin's mouth is swallowing his cock with aborted little movements and it's all slickwetheat and needyhipthrusts and Arthur sort of loses his mind after that.
"Who's Will?"
They're lying in bed, still naked, waiting for their recovery time to be over so that they can do it again—anything again. For now, they're just touching with sure fingers and curious mouths. Merlin's taken to connecting the freckles of Arthur's shoulders with his tongue. It's stupidly awesome.
"Will?"
"Was he the guy you were talking to before?"
Merlin hums and Arthur feels it ghosting his spine. "Best mate from home."
Arthur nods into the pillow, still feeling lazy from his last orgasm. Merlin continues to place light and fluttery kisses up and down Arthur's back.
"You know," he says quietly. "This is vastly better than staying with Gaius."
Arthur laughs, bringing his arms up to pillow his head. "I would hope so."
They stay like that, Arthur on his belly and Merlin draped across his back for most of the evening. Merlin fills Arthur in on Gwaine, Irish parents and Merlin's only friend from Mercia, then he inquires about the rest of Morgana's friends. This leads to Arthur practically mapping out the entirety of Albion High, who's with who; who made out with who during which important event; who's lost their v-card; who Nimmie hasn't slept with and why Morgana is dating Leon instead of Morgause. (Merlin provides the last answer, it's because the girl that Morgause was making out with last night, Freya, has a legendary tongue.)
Merlin asks curious questions about Arthur's father and for the first time in a long time, Arthur doesn't answer with attitude. It's refreshing. To lighten the mood, Merlin tells him that the only reason he knows who Morgana is because she came over for a music lesson and walked in on him having a wank. Mortified, Merlin had shouted for Morgana to leave but instead, she had sat down and exclaimed, "But what if I was Gaius!" Twenty minutes later, she had convinced him that she was going to find a place for Merlin to live—if only for preventing any further emotional damage that might be caused by a teenager living in such close proximity to Gaius.
However, like everything that had happened to them in the events of their day, their mouths eventually meet and conversations are abandoned for the sake of making out and rutting against each other like animals in heat.
It's only when Arthur's close, their hips locked together that Merlin starts talking in a filthy murmur. "Was thinking, in the shower--"
"Yeah?"
"Mmm, saw this once in porno when—oh fuck, yeah that's good—when one guy licked another, you know, down there," Merlin pants out as he rubs their dicks together, dripping with lube and pre-come.
Arthur's head spins. "You thought about it?"
Merlin moans. "Yeah, in the shower when we were all clean."
For a moment, Arthur closes his eyes and the visual image that comes to mind almost makes him come. He arches up and presses closer to Merlin's thrusting hips.
"What'd you think about?" Arthur asks hesitantly, still gasping, licking his lips as Merlin's eyelids flutter like he's imagining the scene in his head.
"Pressing you up against the wall," Merlin pants out, "spreading your cheeks and licking your arse and—oh god, no—I'd want it the other way around more. With your tongue up in there and your fingers and ohfuckohfuck!"
Merlin comes between them with tiny little jerks of hips. The come smears between them and Arthur is so fucking close when Merlin stops all together.
"What—Merlin, you can't," Arthur whines, hips twitching upward for some sort of friction.
"Hush you," is what Merlin says before he licks a path down Arthur's chest and literally licks up his own come from Arthur's belly.
"You'd let me?"
Merlin arches an eyebrow at the question and Arthur swallows down the lump in his throat. "You'd let me finger fuck you?"
At that, Merlin closes his eyes and moans before taking it upon himself to swallow the tip of Arthur's cock and rolls his balls together in what Arthur takes as total acquiescence.
Arthur comes so hard, it fucking hurts.
When they stumble down the stairs looking for a late dinner and possibly more juice because Arthur's headache has come back they are greeted by three people that Arthur had honestly forgotten existed.
Morgana, Leon and Gwaine are all leaning against the back of the couch, facing the stairs and totally fucking ambushing them. Arthur stutters to a stop and removes his hand from Merlin's ass, looking between Merlin and the group. Merlin looks just as stunned, one hand going up to cover the hickey on his neck.
They'd forgotten his scarf this time.
"Christ you look—"
Gwaine interrupts, "Like you've been kidnapped and used as a sex slave." He squints, scrunching up his face in the most ridiculous expression Arthur has ever seen. He looks at Merlin, then at Arthur, down to Arthur's groin area and then back to Merlin. "How's your hole, Merlin?"
"Oh my god," Morgana yells, reaching over Leon (who looks thoroughly damaged at the scene before him) and she succeeds in rapidly hitting Gwaine around the head. If Arthur's being honest, he kind of wants to beat the shit out of Gwaine for knowing more about Merlin than him but that's entirely not the point right now. Beside him, Merlin makes a noise very similar to a dying cat (which, Arthur is noticing, is a pattern) and Arthur pats his arm in sympathy.
"I can't believe you! Arthur Brian Winston Woodcock Pendragon the third!" Morgana screeches, gets up and suddenly he's being man-handled toward the kitchen by Morgana's freakish long nails while Gwaine yells, "You've been having marathon sex! I've been worried about your virtue being ripped from your clutches by a filthy American tycoon's son and you've been relieving yourself of your virgin hole all day long!"
As the door swings shut behind them, Arthur hears Merlin's, embarrassed and itchy yell, "STOP SAYING HOLE."
When Arthur finds himself face to face with Morgana's increasingly red face, he doesn't really know what to say.
"Um..."
"You had better not done anything to his hole," is what Morgana says and Arthur's hang over comes back with a vengeance.
"I don't—"
"ARTHUR!"
After much yelling and a fair amount of teasing from Gwaine that results in Arthur punching him in the jaw and Leon having to pour Morgana a drink, everybody seems to calm down a bit. There is a fair amount of clearing up about hole virginity, in which Leon looks mortally offended, Gwaine makes more squinty faces and Merlin yells a lot about the use of the word hole. They distract themselves by cleaning the house. Arthur tries not to pout when Merlin is sent to the other wing to clean but when he catches Arthur's eye and grins, well... it's not so bad, is it?
Leon takes Morgana out for ice cream and Gwaine helps Merlin move into his new room. Arthur lets him choose whatever room he wants, he shows him all the options and is only marginally disappointed when he picks the one with the large bay windows, piano in the attached sitting room because it isn't very close to Arthur's.
(When Arthur's cock hardens at the sight of Merlin's long, talented fingers idly pressing on the piano keys, he wonders if someone can die from being hard all the time or coming too often in one day. He should probably see a doctor.)
It's eleven by the time everything is settled and Gwaine is on his way back to his parents’ house with only a few winks and Merlin's bright red ears. Thankfully, when Leon said out for ice cream he also meant, where we will have sex in my car to make you feel guilty and/or forget about your brother's gay adventures.
"I feel like this hang over has lasted for days," Merlin says into the awkward silence around them and Arthur snaps out of where he's staring at the impossibly adorable tops of Merlin's ears.
"Yeah, it has."
They stand, awkwardly in the hallway until Merlin frowns and Arthur is ready to just call it quits, because there has been enough awkwardness for a lifetime but then Merlin looks determined and so Arthur stays.
"This is stupid," Arthur says.
"A bit, yeah."
"I'm going to go to bed."
"Right," Merlin says and then he's smashing their lips together, painfully and not anywhere near the right angle but it's good. Arthur relaxes into the kiss and they stand there, making out like the unabashed teenagers they are, tongues inexperienced but enthusiastic and their cocks already half hard when they haven't really done anything but be awkward and kiss.
They make out until Merlin whimpers against his lips and Morgana stomps through the foyer below them.
"Night," Arthur says, walking away with a smile so wide on his face, his cheeks hurt.
The rest of the year goes a bit like this:
- -Merlin doesn't spend a lot of time in any bed without Arthur.
-Morgana gets cast in the spring musical, Wicked. She's the Wicked Witch and Arthur feels like his entire life has now been justified.
-Merlin plays the piano for the choir and Arthur spends more time hard in the auditorium than he has in his high school career.
-Arthur spends a lot of time complaining about swim team until Merlin shows up in a speedo at swim try-outs and makes every single joke about the back-stroke worth it.
-Everyone loses their hole virginity.
The best thing about the rest of Arthur's senior year comes at the end. Graduation is in a week and Morgana spends all her time complaining about how she looks terrible in red and blue, while Arthur stresses in silent torment over his Valedictorian speech.
School is a joke and the boys spend most of their time in Arthur's car, making out because they can. It's a Wednesday when Merlin scrambles out of Arthur's car with a hickey that looks a lot like Africa sucked on his neck and goes to have lunch with Gaius. He's halfway across the parking lot when Arthur sees the piece of paper folded up in the seat.
Inside, is Merlin's dormitory request for Oxford.
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Date: 2011-04-05 09:20 pm (UTC)And Oxford \o/
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Date: 2011-04-06 02:42 am (UTC)of course Merlin makes noises like a kitten.: DUH. BB. DUH.
Oxford: As soon as I come visit you, I can write a sequel. ♥