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tourdefierceTitle: Magical Healing
Summary: Arthur gets sick and Merlin takes care of him.
Word Count: 1,000ish
Warnings: Language maybe? I dunno. Serious fluff.
Rating: PGish
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shadecat.
Merlin crept into the room, slipping off his boots in the antechamber as to keep his footfalls as silent as possible and carefully setting down his loaded basket on the table. It was almost midnight and the castle was quiet except for the guards making their rounds and a few stray servants. There were a few candles still burning in the far corners of Arthur's room, casting soft light into the room. He moved as silently as possible as he replaced the lowest candles and added a few logs to the fire.
Arthur moaned in his sleep.
Merlin stopped, his arms loaded down with wood, but Arthur didn't make another sound and so Merlin continued to tend to the fire. When he was satisfied that it would burn hot until morning, he muttered a quick spell just to make sure and smiled to himself, pleased with his ability to be quiet and not blow up the prince's rooms with a misspoken spell.
Unfortunately, it had happened before.
Merlin made his way to the basket on the table and drew out the herbs, a basin and some cloth. The room was warming up nicely and with a softly muttered spell, water filled the basin to the brim. Merlin added the herbs, inhaling as the thick but pleasant smell took over the room.
"Merlin?"
He turned to see Arthur, bed mussed and sleepily sitting up in bed. "Go back to sleep."
Arthur shook his head, as if clearing cobwebs. "What are you doing here?" His voice was harsh and Merlin frowned, crossing the room in a few footfalls and pressing his hand to Arthur's forehead.
"You're still too hot," Merlin murmured quietly. "Lay back down and get some sleep."
"I feel fine, Merlin."
Merlin glared at the clearly not fine prince. "You look dreadful, like that time you and Sir Leon got ran over by that goat cart and then it poured on you. You look worse than that."
"Merlin," Arthur groaned in annoyance but Merlin just tutted and pushed at his shoulder until the prince flopped back down in his sea of pillows. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to rest and get better."
"Cheeky fuck," Arthur muttered. Merlin smiled a softly as Arthur settled back down into the pillows.
"I've brought up some warm water, would you like to wash off?"
"I thought I was supposed to be sleeping? Now you're wanting me in a bath?"
Merlin shook his head and walked over to the table, bringing the basin over to the bed and setting it down the on night stand.
"Just lie there," Merlin said sternly but not without affection. Arthur's brow crinkled, adorably so, and Merlin didn't resist smoothing it with his thumb. "Yes, just lie back and think of Albion."
Arthur snorted, pushing his face into Merlin's hand and practically nuzzling it. With his other hand, Merlin pulled back the covers and tried to ignore Arthur's shiver. He whispered a small spell and sheets underneath Arthur warmed.
"Merlin," Arthur said warningly.
"What," he replied, trying to look as innocently as possible when Arthur opened his eyes and squinted at him.
"My fever isn't high enough to ignore the magic you're using."
"It's just a wee bit of magic."
"Merlin-"
Merlin made a noise in the back of his throat that might have been whine but it closer to a scoff. He shuffled away from the bed to soak the cloth into the steaming water, rung it lightly before bringing it over to Arthur's chest. Despite his clear grumpiness with Merlin's magic using, Arthur sighed into the touch and Merlin continued to work the cloth over his chest, resoaking the cloth and washing his flanks, his neck and his arms.
"Did you poison the water?"
Merlin laughed. "Yes, with medicine to make you better."
"Magic?"
Merlin hummed and Arthur face twisted a bit, grabbing Merlin's hand and bringing it to his mouth. Merlin watched as Arthur kissed the back of his hand and then slowly blink his eyes open. They were murky blue, almost glazed over due to the fever but still bright and serious when they looked at him.
"Merlin," Arthur murmured into his hand. "You've got to be careful."
Merlin ducked his head, a slight flush going to his cheeks. "But-"
"It's just a cold, nothing life threatening—nothing to warrant you using magic—we've talked about this," Arthur said, his voice soft and rhythmic.
"I know."
"We must be careful," and he said it with such reverence, such desperation that Merlin felt his chest tighten. He knew he shouldn't be using magic for something as silly as keeping the fire going or warming water but he hated it when Arthur was sick and laid up in bed. It just wasn't natural. Arthur was meant to be trudging through snow in search of furry animals to slay and joking with Sir Leon and bring a right prat, not sleeping off a fever in the quarantine of his chambers.
"I know," Merlin said, pressing the pads of his fingers to Arthur's flushed mouth. "But I hate it when you're ill."
"Mmmm," Arthur hummed against Merlin's fingers and Merlin closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the stillness between them. When he opened them, Arthur's eyes were closed again.
"You're a right pain," Merlin said quietly. "You're the worst patient ever."
Arthur snorted, tugging on Merlin's arm. "Come to bed and warm me up, you treasonous peasant."
Merlin giggled, setting the cloth back into the cooling basin and crawled over Arthur's body, narrowly avoiding putting his elbow in the prince's nose. As soon as he was settled, Arthur moved toward him and stripped off his shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the wardrobe.
"I'm not picking that up, you know," Merlin said and Arthur huffed out a tiny bit of laughter before fitting his face in Merlin's neck and tangling their legs. Merlin wrapped his arms around his feverish skin and turned to kiss the nearest part of Arthur's face.
Sleep came quickly.
Title: Bookshop AU
Summary: Gwaine meets Merlin and then there is public sex but Gwaine is hardly involved and he's super sad about it.
Word Count: 1,700ish
Warnings: SEX. PUBLIC SEX. VOYEURISM. DIRTY TALK. So much porn.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Forravyn_ashling.
When Gwaine walks into Albion Books, he sort of falls in love with the quirkiness of the place. It's floor to ceiling books, some in messy stacks that teeter dangerously and it smells absolutely lovely, like tea and old paper. Five minutes later, as he's afraid he might get lost in the poetry section, or sucked into some Alice-in-Wonderful rabbit hole, he finally spots someone else in the store.
The man is tall, almost as tall as Gwaine, although he's much more willowy in his gray cardigan and black pants. His messy, haystack of black hair is terribly endearing from the back and when he finally turns around, Gwaine is assaulted with the sharpness of his cheekbones, the pout of his lips and his utterly blue eyes.
Oh my.
"Sorry, sorry," the man says, rushing over to where Gwaine is standing. "I didn't hear the bell. Can I help you with something?"
Gwaine smiles his charming-and-mysterious smile and leans against a stack of books. "Nah, mate. I'm new in town and I thought I'd pop in, see what this place was all about."
The shop assistance nods, his hands moving to fiddle with the nearest stack of books. "Well, my name's Merlin and if you have any questions, just give a holler."
"Oh," Gwaine says with a gentle leer, "I most certainly will."
Needless to say, Gwaine buys a battered copy of sonnets and watches Merlin blush the entire time he rings him up on the till and Gwaine vows to come back at least twice a week.
A month later, Gwaine stumbles into the store just before lunch in hope of catching Merlin before his break and maybe going out for coffee. He'd been asking Merlin out, casually and terribly charmingly if he does say so himself, but Merlin's always thought of one reason of another to skip out. Gaius, the owner of the shop, has these crazy intense eyebrows that seem to sense any sort of sexual connotation and quickly moves to stomp on any move Gwaine has tried to make in the last month. But it all isn't in vain, because each time Merlin blushes so prettily that Gwaine leaves the shop with books he'll never read and a hard on.
But today, when Gwaine walks into the bookstore, there isn't anyone in sight. That isn't unusual, mostly because the bookstore is huge and the stacks of books create a make-shift labyrinth. Gwaine calls Merlin's name out into the main area of the store but gets nothing in terms a reply, so Gwaine starts off to the section of non-fiction that Merlin likes to hang out in.
No ones there but he does hear voices.
Towards the back of the store, there is a tiny room where Gaius usually sits reads the newspaper. It's another room lined with books that Gwaine has only seen once because it's where all the rare and expensive books are housed. Gaius, obviously, doesn't let Gwaine in there because according to the old man, Gwaine is nothing but trouble.
Gwaine perfers the term sex-on-legs but trouble works too.
The light in the store room is on and Gwaine creeps back, the voices getting louder as he gets closer to the half open door.
"—he's just a friend."
"He's a twat."
Gwaine tilts his head and definitely recognizes the first voice, that's Merlin, but the second voice he hasn't ever heard before. He presses himself up against the wall and listens, keeping his breathing light even though eavesdropping is really quite exciting.
"I've blown him off since he started asking," Merlin says and Gwaine frowns. "It's rude, Arthur."
"I'll tell you what's rude, waltzing into town and trying to steal my fiance."
What the hell?
Merlin laughs, breathy and lovely. "Gwaine is not interested in me."
"The hell he isn't!"
Damn straight, Gwaine's mind replies. So Merlin had a fiance? This Arthur bloke? Gwaine has never seen Arthur around the store in the month he'd been living in Camelot. Surely Gwaine would have met him. Right?
"-listen, I'll just go to coffee with him and tell him I'm not interested, if it's all the same to you."
"You'll tell him you're already spoken for," the other bloke says but it doesn't really sound like a question. His voice sounds a bit off too.
"Yes, Arthur-"
"You'll tell him you've got an amazing fiance."
"Arthur-"
"Who's very fit and has qualms with Gwaine, ridiculous name anyway, putting his filthy paws all over you," Arthur says and now his voice is low and heavy.
There is some shuffling and Gwaine really wishes he could see what was going. He peers around the door frame and almost has to bit his fist to keep himself from gasping. Merlin is crowded up against one of the bookshelves and Arthur, blonde and tall and broad shouldered with a fine arse, is pressed up against his front, nuzzling his face into Merlin's neck and whispering into his ear.
"You'll tell him you're mine," Arthur says and Merlin's face flushes, his back bowing as Arthur does something to his neck and Merlin whimpers.
It's the most erotic sound Gwaine has probably ever heard in his life.
Gwaine is glued to the scene in front of him as Arthur attacks Merlin's neck and they rock together, Merlin's leg hitching up with every tiny thrust of the blond man's hips.
"You are mine," Arthur says as he kisses up Merlin's hard jaw line. "Tell me you're mine, Merlin. God, tell me you're mine."
Merlin moans, his hips rolling hard and Gwaine helplessly palms himself.
"You know I am," Merlin pants, his hands scrambling across Arthur's shoulders and up into his hair. Gwaine is distracted by Merlin's lovely fingers and wishes they were on him and not this Arthur bloke, who, admittedly, had nice hair but not as nice as Gwaine's.
"Wish I could fuck you," Arthur says and Gwaine's eyes threaten to pop out of his head. He has a hard time thinking Merlin would let it get that far, especially with Arthur, who is obviously a stick in the mud from the firm line of the suit he's wearing. It was clear that Merlin deserved better—at least someone more fun—like Gwaine.
"Do it."
Both Gwaine and Arthur still at the same time.
"Merlin-"
"We have to hurry," Merlin moans out, his hips twitching in Arthur's hold. "But I want you."
"Jesus Christ," Arthur curses, his arse flexing as he shoves his hips against Merlin's. "I don't have anyth-"
"I'm still open from this morning," Merlin pants and Gwaine has to squeeze his cock to keep from coming. "From when you fucked me over the table," Merlin continues and Arthur moans, thankfully, covering up Gwaine's half gasp, half moan into his arm as his hand finally made it into his underwear.
"Merlin," Arthur moans and they both set to work on pulling Merlin's jeans down, entirely distracted by the fact that Merlin won't stop talking.
"Felt so good, the way you fucked me open with your tongue," Merlin pants and Gwaine jerks his cock, listening to Merlin's words and trying to tune Arthur's panting out. "God, I'm so wet for you, so ready for your cock. I need it, come on Arthur, fuckfuck."
Gwaine is beyond pleased with Merlin's dirty mouth. Who would have guessed?
When Gwaine looks up, Arthur's pushing his trousers and pants down but before they get mid-thigh, Merlin is already scrambling up into Arthur's arms and whining for his cock, his whole body trembling and knocking against the books.
"Oh fuck me, come on Arthur, please, oh, god," Merlin moans, breath hitching with every word and Gwaine spits into his hand just as Arthur thrusts forward, Merlin arches off the wall and screams.
Gwaine almost swallows his goddamned tongue.
Arthur doesn't waste anytime waiting for Merlin to adjust he just pulls back, his arse flexing, and thrusts back in so hard the bookshelf shakes behind them. Books are rattling together as they fuck, Merlin moaning constantly, like an honest-to-god porn star. Arthur, for the most part, sticks to half grunts and low groans. His face is buried in Merlin's neck, sucking and lapping at the skin but Gwaine doesn't blame him because Merlin's neck is to die for; all pale, tendons flashing and asking to be worshiped.
Gwaine's close, his cock is throbbing in his hand and he wishes he could see Merlin's but Arthur's body is in the way. Instead, he closes his eyes for a bit and listens to the way Merlin moans, breathy and desperate. "Harder, harder, fuckfuckfuck, oh god. Yes, fuck, harder," he whines and whimpers and just moans, a constant litany of filth falling out of his mouth as Arthur nails him to the wall. It doesn't take long before Merlin gets impossibly loud and Gwaine has to look around to make sure people outside aren't stopping to see what all the raucous is about. Because then Merlin is literally wailing, "I'm coming, holy fuck, ArthurArthurArthurARTHUR."
Gwaine comes, despite Arthur's name on Merlin's lips and practically blacks out. When he opens his eyes, the couple is making out, their kisses tender and sloppy and Gwaine feels something like jealous coin in his chest. He quickly catalogs the tremble in Merlin's ankles and the way his fingers cling to the other man's hair and the blissed-out look of total devotion on his face.
It doesn't stop Gwaine from coming around the shop. It doesn't stop him from flirting or falling just a little bit in love with Merlin. However, he does come to terms with the fact that he never had a chance.
And if he notices that Merlin's got hickies after the times they go out to lunch, strictly as friends, Gwaine only laughs because he thinks he'd be as possessive too if Merlin was his.
I wrote those back to back. I know. I'm not sure where my mind is. PORN. FLUFF. PORN. FLUFF. What does it all mean?
I dunno. Mother fucking double rainbow, betches.
Summary: Arthur gets sick and Merlin takes care of him.
Word Count: 1,000ish
Warnings: Language maybe? I dunno. Serious fluff.
Rating: PGish
Notes: For
shadecat.Merlin crept into the room, slipping off his boots in the antechamber as to keep his footfalls as silent as possible and carefully setting down his loaded basket on the table. It was almost midnight and the castle was quiet except for the guards making their rounds and a few stray servants. There were a few candles still burning in the far corners of Arthur's room, casting soft light into the room. He moved as silently as possible as he replaced the lowest candles and added a few logs to the fire.
Arthur moaned in his sleep.
Merlin stopped, his arms loaded down with wood, but Arthur didn't make another sound and so Merlin continued to tend to the fire. When he was satisfied that it would burn hot until morning, he muttered a quick spell just to make sure and smiled to himself, pleased with his ability to be quiet and not blow up the prince's rooms with a misspoken spell.
Unfortunately, it had happened before.
Merlin made his way to the basket on the table and drew out the herbs, a basin and some cloth. The room was warming up nicely and with a softly muttered spell, water filled the basin to the brim. Merlin added the herbs, inhaling as the thick but pleasant smell took over the room.
"Merlin?"
He turned to see Arthur, bed mussed and sleepily sitting up in bed. "Go back to sleep."
Arthur shook his head, as if clearing cobwebs. "What are you doing here?" His voice was harsh and Merlin frowned, crossing the room in a few footfalls and pressing his hand to Arthur's forehead.
"You're still too hot," Merlin murmured quietly. "Lay back down and get some sleep."
"I feel fine, Merlin."
Merlin glared at the clearly not fine prince. "You look dreadful, like that time you and Sir Leon got ran over by that goat cart and then it poured on you. You look worse than that."
"Merlin," Arthur groaned in annoyance but Merlin just tutted and pushed at his shoulder until the prince flopped back down in his sea of pillows. "What time is it?"
"Time for you to rest and get better."
"Cheeky fuck," Arthur muttered. Merlin smiled a softly as Arthur settled back down into the pillows.
"I've brought up some warm water, would you like to wash off?"
"I thought I was supposed to be sleeping? Now you're wanting me in a bath?"
Merlin shook his head and walked over to the table, bringing the basin over to the bed and setting it down the on night stand.
"Just lie there," Merlin said sternly but not without affection. Arthur's brow crinkled, adorably so, and Merlin didn't resist smoothing it with his thumb. "Yes, just lie back and think of Albion."
Arthur snorted, pushing his face into Merlin's hand and practically nuzzling it. With his other hand, Merlin pulled back the covers and tried to ignore Arthur's shiver. He whispered a small spell and sheets underneath Arthur warmed.
"Merlin," Arthur said warningly.
"What," he replied, trying to look as innocently as possible when Arthur opened his eyes and squinted at him.
"My fever isn't high enough to ignore the magic you're using."
"It's just a wee bit of magic."
"Merlin-"
Merlin made a noise in the back of his throat that might have been whine but it closer to a scoff. He shuffled away from the bed to soak the cloth into the steaming water, rung it lightly before bringing it over to Arthur's chest. Despite his clear grumpiness with Merlin's magic using, Arthur sighed into the touch and Merlin continued to work the cloth over his chest, resoaking the cloth and washing his flanks, his neck and his arms.
"Did you poison the water?"
Merlin laughed. "Yes, with medicine to make you better."
"Magic?"
Merlin hummed and Arthur face twisted a bit, grabbing Merlin's hand and bringing it to his mouth. Merlin watched as Arthur kissed the back of his hand and then slowly blink his eyes open. They were murky blue, almost glazed over due to the fever but still bright and serious when they looked at him.
"Merlin," Arthur murmured into his hand. "You've got to be careful."
Merlin ducked his head, a slight flush going to his cheeks. "But-"
"It's just a cold, nothing life threatening—nothing to warrant you using magic—we've talked about this," Arthur said, his voice soft and rhythmic.
"I know."
"We must be careful," and he said it with such reverence, such desperation that Merlin felt his chest tighten. He knew he shouldn't be using magic for something as silly as keeping the fire going or warming water but he hated it when Arthur was sick and laid up in bed. It just wasn't natural. Arthur was meant to be trudging through snow in search of furry animals to slay and joking with Sir Leon and bring a right prat, not sleeping off a fever in the quarantine of his chambers.
"I know," Merlin said, pressing the pads of his fingers to Arthur's flushed mouth. "But I hate it when you're ill."
"Mmmm," Arthur hummed against Merlin's fingers and Merlin closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the stillness between them. When he opened them, Arthur's eyes were closed again.
"You're a right pain," Merlin said quietly. "You're the worst patient ever."
Arthur snorted, tugging on Merlin's arm. "Come to bed and warm me up, you treasonous peasant."
Merlin giggled, setting the cloth back into the cooling basin and crawled over Arthur's body, narrowly avoiding putting his elbow in the prince's nose. As soon as he was settled, Arthur moved toward him and stripped off his shirt, tossing it in the general direction of the wardrobe.
"I'm not picking that up, you know," Merlin said and Arthur huffed out a tiny bit of laughter before fitting his face in Merlin's neck and tangling their legs. Merlin wrapped his arms around his feverish skin and turned to kiss the nearest part of Arthur's face.
Sleep came quickly.
Title: Bookshop AU
Summary: Gwaine meets Merlin and then there is public sex but Gwaine is hardly involved and he's super sad about it.
Word Count: 1,700ish
Warnings: SEX. PUBLIC SEX. VOYEURISM. DIRTY TALK. So much porn.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: For
ravyn_ashling.When Gwaine walks into Albion Books, he sort of falls in love with the quirkiness of the place. It's floor to ceiling books, some in messy stacks that teeter dangerously and it smells absolutely lovely, like tea and old paper. Five minutes later, as he's afraid he might get lost in the poetry section, or sucked into some Alice-in-Wonderful rabbit hole, he finally spots someone else in the store.
The man is tall, almost as tall as Gwaine, although he's much more willowy in his gray cardigan and black pants. His messy, haystack of black hair is terribly endearing from the back and when he finally turns around, Gwaine is assaulted with the sharpness of his cheekbones, the pout of his lips and his utterly blue eyes.
Oh my.
"Sorry, sorry," the man says, rushing over to where Gwaine is standing. "I didn't hear the bell. Can I help you with something?"
Gwaine smiles his charming-and-mysterious smile and leans against a stack of books. "Nah, mate. I'm new in town and I thought I'd pop in, see what this place was all about."
The shop assistance nods, his hands moving to fiddle with the nearest stack of books. "Well, my name's Merlin and if you have any questions, just give a holler."
"Oh," Gwaine says with a gentle leer, "I most certainly will."
Needless to say, Gwaine buys a battered copy of sonnets and watches Merlin blush the entire time he rings him up on the till and Gwaine vows to come back at least twice a week.
A month later, Gwaine stumbles into the store just before lunch in hope of catching Merlin before his break and maybe going out for coffee. He'd been asking Merlin out, casually and terribly charmingly if he does say so himself, but Merlin's always thought of one reason of another to skip out. Gaius, the owner of the shop, has these crazy intense eyebrows that seem to sense any sort of sexual connotation and quickly moves to stomp on any move Gwaine has tried to make in the last month. But it all isn't in vain, because each time Merlin blushes so prettily that Gwaine leaves the shop with books he'll never read and a hard on.
But today, when Gwaine walks into the bookstore, there isn't anyone in sight. That isn't unusual, mostly because the bookstore is huge and the stacks of books create a make-shift labyrinth. Gwaine calls Merlin's name out into the main area of the store but gets nothing in terms a reply, so Gwaine starts off to the section of non-fiction that Merlin likes to hang out in.
No ones there but he does hear voices.
Towards the back of the store, there is a tiny room where Gaius usually sits reads the newspaper. It's another room lined with books that Gwaine has only seen once because it's where all the rare and expensive books are housed. Gaius, obviously, doesn't let Gwaine in there because according to the old man, Gwaine is nothing but trouble.
Gwaine perfers the term sex-on-legs but trouble works too.
The light in the store room is on and Gwaine creeps back, the voices getting louder as he gets closer to the half open door.
"—he's just a friend."
"He's a twat."
Gwaine tilts his head and definitely recognizes the first voice, that's Merlin, but the second voice he hasn't ever heard before. He presses himself up against the wall and listens, keeping his breathing light even though eavesdropping is really quite exciting.
"I've blown him off since he started asking," Merlin says and Gwaine frowns. "It's rude, Arthur."
"I'll tell you what's rude, waltzing into town and trying to steal my fiance."
What the hell?
Merlin laughs, breathy and lovely. "Gwaine is not interested in me."
"The hell he isn't!"
Damn straight, Gwaine's mind replies. So Merlin had a fiance? This Arthur bloke? Gwaine has never seen Arthur around the store in the month he'd been living in Camelot. Surely Gwaine would have met him. Right?
"-listen, I'll just go to coffee with him and tell him I'm not interested, if it's all the same to you."
"You'll tell him you're already spoken for," the other bloke says but it doesn't really sound like a question. His voice sounds a bit off too.
"Yes, Arthur-"
"You'll tell him you've got an amazing fiance."
"Arthur-"
"Who's very fit and has qualms with Gwaine, ridiculous name anyway, putting his filthy paws all over you," Arthur says and now his voice is low and heavy.
There is some shuffling and Gwaine really wishes he could see what was going. He peers around the door frame and almost has to bit his fist to keep himself from gasping. Merlin is crowded up against one of the bookshelves and Arthur, blonde and tall and broad shouldered with a fine arse, is pressed up against his front, nuzzling his face into Merlin's neck and whispering into his ear.
"You'll tell him you're mine," Arthur says and Merlin's face flushes, his back bowing as Arthur does something to his neck and Merlin whimpers.
It's the most erotic sound Gwaine has probably ever heard in his life.
Gwaine is glued to the scene in front of him as Arthur attacks Merlin's neck and they rock together, Merlin's leg hitching up with every tiny thrust of the blond man's hips.
"You are mine," Arthur says as he kisses up Merlin's hard jaw line. "Tell me you're mine, Merlin. God, tell me you're mine."
Merlin moans, his hips rolling hard and Gwaine helplessly palms himself.
"You know I am," Merlin pants, his hands scrambling across Arthur's shoulders and up into his hair. Gwaine is distracted by Merlin's lovely fingers and wishes they were on him and not this Arthur bloke, who, admittedly, had nice hair but not as nice as Gwaine's.
"Wish I could fuck you," Arthur says and Gwaine's eyes threaten to pop out of his head. He has a hard time thinking Merlin would let it get that far, especially with Arthur, who is obviously a stick in the mud from the firm line of the suit he's wearing. It was clear that Merlin deserved better—at least someone more fun—like Gwaine.
"Do it."
Both Gwaine and Arthur still at the same time.
"Merlin-"
"We have to hurry," Merlin moans out, his hips twitching in Arthur's hold. "But I want you."
"Jesus Christ," Arthur curses, his arse flexing as he shoves his hips against Merlin's. "I don't have anyth-"
"I'm still open from this morning," Merlin pants and Gwaine has to squeeze his cock to keep from coming. "From when you fucked me over the table," Merlin continues and Arthur moans, thankfully, covering up Gwaine's half gasp, half moan into his arm as his hand finally made it into his underwear.
"Merlin," Arthur moans and they both set to work on pulling Merlin's jeans down, entirely distracted by the fact that Merlin won't stop talking.
"Felt so good, the way you fucked me open with your tongue," Merlin pants and Gwaine jerks his cock, listening to Merlin's words and trying to tune Arthur's panting out. "God, I'm so wet for you, so ready for your cock. I need it, come on Arthur, fuckfuck."
Gwaine is beyond pleased with Merlin's dirty mouth. Who would have guessed?
When Gwaine looks up, Arthur's pushing his trousers and pants down but before they get mid-thigh, Merlin is already scrambling up into Arthur's arms and whining for his cock, his whole body trembling and knocking against the books.
"Oh fuck me, come on Arthur, please, oh, god," Merlin moans, breath hitching with every word and Gwaine spits into his hand just as Arthur thrusts forward, Merlin arches off the wall and screams.
Gwaine almost swallows his goddamned tongue.
Arthur doesn't waste anytime waiting for Merlin to adjust he just pulls back, his arse flexing, and thrusts back in so hard the bookshelf shakes behind them. Books are rattling together as they fuck, Merlin moaning constantly, like an honest-to-god porn star. Arthur, for the most part, sticks to half grunts and low groans. His face is buried in Merlin's neck, sucking and lapping at the skin but Gwaine doesn't blame him because Merlin's neck is to die for; all pale, tendons flashing and asking to be worshiped.
Gwaine's close, his cock is throbbing in his hand and he wishes he could see Merlin's but Arthur's body is in the way. Instead, he closes his eyes for a bit and listens to the way Merlin moans, breathy and desperate. "Harder, harder, fuckfuckfuck, oh god. Yes, fuck, harder," he whines and whimpers and just moans, a constant litany of filth falling out of his mouth as Arthur nails him to the wall. It doesn't take long before Merlin gets impossibly loud and Gwaine has to look around to make sure people outside aren't stopping to see what all the raucous is about. Because then Merlin is literally wailing, "I'm coming, holy fuck, ArthurArthurArthurARTHUR."
Gwaine comes, despite Arthur's name on Merlin's lips and practically blacks out. When he opens his eyes, the couple is making out, their kisses tender and sloppy and Gwaine feels something like jealous coin in his chest. He quickly catalogs the tremble in Merlin's ankles and the way his fingers cling to the other man's hair and the blissed-out look of total devotion on his face.
It doesn't stop Gwaine from coming around the shop. It doesn't stop him from flirting or falling just a little bit in love with Merlin. However, he does come to terms with the fact that he never had a chance.
And if he notices that Merlin's got hickies after the times they go out to lunch, strictly as friends, Gwaine only laughs because he thinks he'd be as possessive too if Merlin was his.
I wrote those back to back. I know. I'm not sure where my mind is. PORN. FLUFF. PORN. FLUFF. What does it all mean?
I dunno. Mother fucking double rainbow, betches.
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Date: 2011-01-10 01:07 am (UTC)I love my boys. <3 them. <3 YOU TOO!
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Date: 2011-01-10 02:37 am (UTC)Keep going because it's all pretty fabulous.
Loved the TLC in the first one--Arthur wanting to keep Merlin safe even though he's sick.
And the second one is just pure UNF.
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Date: 2011-01-10 08:47 am (UTC)Now I think you should write about how Gwaine and Lancelot bond over their love for Merlin that could never be, y/y?
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Date: 2011-01-10 10:54 am (UTC)Merlin's dirty mouth/begging for it... guh. Gwaine getting off while watching, unf. Arthur's possessiveness, *flail*.
And Merlin trying to sneakily use magic to make Arthur better while Arthur's like 'nooooooo you have to be careful' in that first one... adorbs.
*twirls you*
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-10 05:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked them, bb! I thought, a little bit of porn and a little bit of fluff--i'm not sure how they came from me in the same day. *shrugs*
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:52 pm (UTC)LOL. They bond over the UNFAIRNESS OF THE WORLD and then have super hot sex? i can see that totes happening.
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Date: 2011-01-10 05:54 pm (UTC)I figured every once in a while we need some super unrealistic dirty talk in our fandom. *nods* naturally.
FLUFF. COMING TO A THEATER NEAR YOU.
(GOD. that picture in your icon looks so much like them. it's soooo yummy.)
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Date: 2011-01-10 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-10 06:34 pm (UTC)YES I WOULD LIKE TO PUSH FOR THIS NOTION. FANDOM (AND BY FANDOM, I MEAN I) NEEDS MORE GWAINE/LANCELOT.
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Date: 2011-01-10 08:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-10 11:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-10 11:55 pm (UTC)and djhfjsklghdsk OH MY LORDYAY CAN HAZ EMILY PR0N OH UNF UNF. lol if writing this brings you shame, what does my having enabled it bring me? 8D bah, wth!
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Date: 2011-01-10 11:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-11 02:09 am (UTC)I'm glad you like it, bb!
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Date: 2011-01-27 05:32 pm (UTC)Gwaine!! lol I feel bad for him but very cute and HOT.
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Date: 2011-08-21 04:18 am (UTC)Choking!news: Gwaine is smaller than Merlin........................... But who cares, because you wrote the HOTTEST VOYEUR!PORN EVER!! And Gwaine is in love with Merlin ;_; *cuddles Gwaine*
This is just wonderful! I'll get to rec this eventually, but not tonight though... It'll be a surprise rec :p
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Date: 2011-09-22 09:41 am (UTC)Loved this!