Drunkard's secret - Hello everyone! This is my first ff here so I hope you'll like it! The characters are a tiny little bit of OOC I tried not to overdo it so we'll see how that goes.
Merthur slash and femslash too (GwenxMorgana)! Also there is some mature content so you've been warned. AU modern time, both boys studying in uni. Fluff over 9000!
There will definitely be a sequel to this. I'd appreciate every reaction and since this is my first english ff there can be some mistakes but I've really tried so I hope it will be okay. Have a nice time!
Merlin had a head-ache. A ridiculously enormous one. His mouth was dry, his throat sore and somehow he felt the tendency to cough. As he tried to get up he found two things that didn't let him.
First was his head. As soon as he wanted to lift himself a thousand dark sparkles crawled into the corners of his vision and the world started to spin furiously. The second was a hand. A very strong, sexy, muscled hand wreathed around his waist.
Merlin fell back to his pillow with a groan of pain. Okay. He needed a second maybe two. Some dangerously important questions appeared in his mind.
Where am I?
Who is this?
What the hell happened last night?
He closed his eyes thinking maybe this is a dream. With his one free hand (the other was under the head of the bloke sleeping next to him) he attempted to massage his temple trying to remember anything from last night.
His thinking was painfully slow. His mind felt heavy and useless. He started to realise that his whole body hurts, his limbs hurt as well and are just so heavy he really didn't want to move them. What gave him a real shock was the feeling his bottom was spreading through his lower back and hips. Don't tell me. No. You can't be serious! Merlin! What the hell have you been doing? Well that was apparently quite obvious but still – what he fuck? He has to remember!
Okay so there was some kind of party in the evening. Birthday? No, Gwen got a promotion that was it. They celebrated with Lance, Gwain… quite the usual crew. But since she was making fun of her new fortune and wealth she took them to some better club in the centre.
Oh god, there were lot of dancing, inappropriate touching and drinking. God the booze.
Merlin knew that that was the cause of everything. He forgot during the euphoric night that he wasn't allowed to drink because of this new pills.
Except the booze Merlin couldn't do one other thing. And that was falling asleep. He was busy with his studies and helping in his uncle's psycho office – as he used to call it. So Gaius (the uncle) gave him this anti-depressants. They actually did help him sleep, but he didn't know that it would knock him out after few drinks like that.
As hard as he tried he simply couldn't remember anything more. Totally blank. Oh shit.
He looked at the man beside him and his heart sunk and stopped beating for a moment.
No way. Fuck. Fuck! It couldn't be! Anyone but not him! He was sleeping with fucking Arthur Pendragon. What did he do to deserve this kind of punishment?
For Arthur it was rather tiring evening. He and his step sister's friends were doing some usual party stuff in the club Morgana was managing. The night was long and he really wasn't in the mood to party hard. He had another long conversation with his father earlier that day. Oh god how he envied Morgana her strength to stand up to him. He always did everything he told him and yet it seemed it isn't enough. It will never be enough – bitter thought crossed his mind.
Morgana gave him some drinks on the house and tried to be nice for a change, which was actually pretty suspicious.
"You don't look well," she sat beside him at the bar, putting one hand on his knee.
"Well… I guess not," Arthur appreciated her affection but right now he didn't want to talk about it.
"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid stupid," she had worried look on her beautiful face and Arthur must smile.
"Today you are a weirdo. What's going on?" he changed the subject. Morgana sighted. She curled up her shoulders and her cheek went slightly pink. Arthur couldn't tell if he was more frightened or curious what could cause his step sister to react this way. Because this was the most girly thing he has ever seen her to do.
"You see the group over there?" she pointed vaguely on the dancing floor. It took a while before Arthur found out what she was talking about.
"I think so," he leant against the handrail which separated the place for the bar and dancing.
"You see the black girl?" Arthur searched a little again but then he knew exactly who she was talking about. Step siblings or not they had same taste in people.
"What about her?" he was teasing her a little.
"I just wanna do her so bad," Morgana grinned and did a very nasty hand gesture. Arthur almost felt embarrassed but he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Aren't you supposed to be a bit more lady-like?" he gently punched her in the shoulder.
"Maybe, but then it wouldn't be such fun," Morgana ordered two shots and they drank them together.
Some moments later Arthur found himself in the dancing crowd. His wrist crushing by the Mrogana's long nails as he was dragged with her.
They were close to the group Morgana was talking about and Arthur found someone even more appealing than the black girl. To his own surprise it was Merlin. He knew him from school. They shared some of the lectures and usually they fought with each other, making their life difficult but so much funnier on the same time. At least for Arthur. Sometimes picking on on Merlin and his mad reactions were the only things that could make him smile during whole day.
That night there was something strange drawing his attention to this boy more than usual. He looked somehow ecstatic (little did he know that it was because of the combination of alcohol and sleeping pills) his hair were falling down to his face over his left eye, the ridiculous scarf thing he was wearing to uni wasn't around his neck and Arthur noticed how long and slender his neck is and how sensual his collar bones looks. His heart suddenly skipped a beat when their eyes met.
Merlin was dancing and waving his arse and hips to the rhythm which made Gwen laughed but it indeed looked so sexy and hot that Arthur felt the need to lick his lips.
Merlin's eyes were shining with pure energy and tease. Mischievous smirk spread on his face as he made his way to Arthur.
"Well, what do we have here? Isn't it famous Arthur Pendragon?" Merlin leant over his shoulder so he could talk directly to his ear not having to shout over the music. His breath felt hot on Arthur's neck and his hair tickled him on his cheek.
"Well, what do have here? Isn't it famous nobody Merlin?" Arthur chuckled as he took advantage of the situation and also spoke to Merlin's ear.
"Prat," the way he spelled the word made Arthur's heart beat faster. He could feel from his breath alcohol, his cheeks were slightly red from the dancing and he was panting from the hot air in the club. It was insane.
"Idiot," somehow Arthur's hands found their way to Merlin's hips as he pressed him closer. He wanted to mess with him so badly. He was clearly out of his mind. But at that moment it felt so natural touching Merlin's bottom and flirt with him that he didn't think about it much. Especially when Merlin wasn't running away and what more he seemed to be enjoying himself.
The first touch conjured a puzzled expression on his face though.
"Can you tell me, why on Earth would Arthur ever wanted to touch my arse?" he spoke with his lips too close to Arthur's ear. Contradicting his words of confusion his hips started to wave again to the rhythm and his hands were resting on Arthur's shoulders.
"How can I resist when you throw yourself at me like this?" Arthur press his one hand on Merlin's butt and the other went wandering over his back.
"So I'm the one to blame?" Merlin lifted one of his eyebrows making a surprised expression.
"It never cease to amaze me how stupid question you can ask, Merlin," Arthur whispered his name with extra low voice with lips slightly brushing on his neck. Maybe it was just an inkling or did Merlin actually moan a little? Just thinking about making Merlin cry and scream started to boil Arthur's blood.
It was insane. They were in club full of people, literally everywhere, pressing against each other but he felt like they are alone in the whole world. And nothing existed except that rushing seconds of Merlin and him together.
When he tore his gaze away from him because he saw with corner of his eye that Morgana was already attacking the poor girl, who seemed to be rightfully confused as she was kissed by a strange women.
Merlin still couldn't believe it. What made him to sleep with Arthur? He was awakening slowly but his brain worked little better than in the first moments after he woke up.
He could now recall some of the flirty dancing in the club a then the subway train.
They were both drunk and their legs kept getting in the way. Especially Merlin tripped over his own feet at least ten times before they finally jump into the train. They laughed and Arthur was making fun of him but on the other hand his arm around Merlin's shoulders made sure he won't fall, so he didn't complain that much.
They stood in the least visible corner of the wagon where a few people were. Merlin heard music in his head and he didn't want to keep his hands off Arthur. Fortunately he didn't mind.
"Where are you taking me?" he smiled at him still dancing to the beat in his own head.
"Home." Arthur purred into his ear and Merlin shivered.
"Oh really? And what will you do to me when we get there?" Merlin had absolutely no idea where this words came from. He just knew he wants to go with flow. Arthur was hot and he was alone for some time now. His trashed brain did the math. Besides this night was just magical. It occurred to him that this is the only logically way this evening can end.
"I will spank you for being such a dirty boy, Merlin," Arthur's lips on his ear made him aroused enough but when he heard that his heart was beating furiously and he caught himself breathing hard. His hands were on Arthur's hips slowly and furtively rolling up his t-shirt just little so he could draw circles with his thumbs on that fucking perfect V line.
"Oh, fuck, Arthur," Merlin started getting hard when he imagined all the things he wanted to do with him right now.
The train swung out of blue when it hit a turn and Merlin lost his balance. His chest crashed into Arthur's, his crotch against Arthur's and oh god he was hard too. That was the only thing he could focus on right now. That and the soft skin of his neck right in front of his eyes.
Smirk on his lips was pretty cheeky as he leant closer to the delicate skin and started nibbling it softly. His lips lightly touching his throbbing artery as he licked it and sucked the flesh leaving there a love-bite. All over him was scent of Arthur's shampoo and cologne which was so hot. He wanted that scent all over him.
"I want to fuck you," Arthur's voice was hoarse filled with greed and hunger. It made Merlin's shaft twitch with absolute horniness. He pressed his hips harder against Arthur's and he could feel his hands on his arse and one of his thigh slipped between Merlin's legs.
"I want you so bad," Merlin answered shoving one of his hand under the fabric of Arthur's t-shirt.
Arthur never felt hornier than that moment in the elevator. They somehow managed to get out of the subway on the right stop. They were both panting and blushing. Their eyes eating the other with such greed Arthur was seriously considering he would just fuck Merlin right on the spot. Merlin took his hand entwisted their fingers together.
"How far?" Arthur could swear that Merlin's voice has never been so husky before.
"Not close enough,"
Merlin chuckled. It looked like the small walk was making him calmer and less drunk too. But that wasn't what Arthur would want. He wanted Merlin completely out of stress or nervousness and surely out of his mind. He needed the raw and passionate and slightly drunk sex tonight.
Finally he saw his tower block. They were almost running towards the door. Arthur pushed them and didn't even bother to tell something to the guard or receptionist in the hall. Merlin had some stupid comment about "the mansion of Arthur Pendragon" but he was cut-off by Arthur's persuasive kiss.
"Shut up," Arthur hissed and pressed the button of the lift. Merlin gave him one of the sexiest smiles and it was driving Arthur mad imagining what he would make him do with that lips.
"As you wish, sire." Merlin just had to have the last word. Their hands roamed all over each other touching and scratching.
The lift was finally here. Arthur couldn't wait another second. He slapped Merlin's arse pushing him into the cabin leaving there the poor receptionist and guard in awkward situation. The two couldn't find any word to describe what did just happened nor could they look at each other. Was it really young Pendragon with some bloke? Imagining how much would the press pay for that information they sighted and hoped it would be calm night, secretly hating the firm policy about keeping privacy of their residents.
Arthur pressed Merlin against the cold surface of the mirror, one of his hand clasped both of his wrists above his head and the other rushed his hair out of his face as he held his cheek and kissed him. It was hungry and eager kiss, his lips were crushing Merlin's with need and lust. He bit his lower lips humming in satisfaction. Merlin's lips were a little dry, he was biting his lower lip quite often too, but they were so amazingly hot and soft. They felt just marvellously perfect.
His hand explored Merlin's chest, finger pinching his nipples over the shirt causing Merlin to moan Arthur's name. He slipped his tongue into Merlin's mouth and provoked him to play with him. He brushed over some of his teeth. Merlin sucked his upper lip and wasn't behind with all the tongue entwining and biting.
Both of them groaned as their bare skin on their stomachs touched. Merlin was rubbing his cock against Arthur's. The jeans were painfully tight.
"I swear I could cum when you hold me like that," Merlin cried when Arthur was literally biting his collar bone and unzipping Merlin's jeans.
"You have dirty mouth, Merlin," Arthur's voice sent shivers down Merlin's spine. He sounded husky and longing. He slipped his hand into Merlin's shorts and Merlin cried his name when he started rubbing his cock.
"So fucking sexy," Arthur purred to his ear and kissed Merlin again.
"Please let me touch you," Merlin moaned to his lips.
"How much you want it?" Arthur teased him.
"I'm dying to touch you, to feel your hot skin, to nibble your chest and nipples, to grab your dick and lick it all over making you cum and scream," Merlin murmured desperately.
"Such. A. Dirty. Mouth," Arthur was breathing hard, feeling he will burn any second, he swore he could come just from Merlin's filthy words as they made him rock hard. He let his hands go, immediately feeling them all over him.
The elevator stopped and jingle announced they were on the right floor. Both ignored it completely lost in the other.
"You're driving me crazy," Arthur growled as he dragged Merlin from the lift towards his door.
Merlin felt incredibly hot again. Just remembering all of that made him aroused and he thought he has to be crazy for wanting Arthur of all people this insanely much. Where did it come from? He couldn't help himself. He let his fingers to wander around Arthur's arm and the stupidly gorgeous shoulder to his neck and soft hair.
He had trouble to believe that is he is actually in Arthur's room. In his bed, where he sleeps and probably does bunch of other stuff as Merlin had the pleasure to see. He looked over the room. It would be pretty clean if their clothes wasn't all over the floor. This was so surreal.
"Oh my god," Arthur moaned with pain next him. Merlin had to chuckle.
"Rise and shine, lazy daisy," he ruffled his hair even more than it already was.
"Oh shut up, Merlin," Arthur looked at him with one eye open and the other still closed. It was just so funny Merlin had to laugh.
"Still prat after all," he pulled back his hand, resting it behind his head.
"What time is it?" Arthur tried to sit and failed hilariously.
"No idea,"
"How come?"
"I'm not your servant, you know?"
"Oh but you loved to obey my commands yesterday," Arthur's smirk was so arrogantly sexy Merlin blushed and felt the urgent need to kiss him and repeat the awesomeness of the last night. But he didn't know how Arthur would react and he didn't want to ruin these nice memories by destroying the calm morning. So he was content with just scolding him.
"Prat,"
"Idiot,"
"Clotpole,"
"Turdface,"
They could go on and on but soon after both of them burst out laughing. Merlin felt the heat in his cheeks and lust in his shaft as he saw how blanket rolled down exposing Arthur's bare chest and stomach. He was proud of himself when he saw love-bites over Arthur's neck and chest. It was incredible.
"Honestly I thought it was just a dream," he spoke softly. Arthur smiled gently but said: "You have these dreams often?"
"Not telling you," Merlin stick out his tongue. Arthur smirked and leant in for a kiss. All the alarms in Merlin's head were going nuts as he was completely confused. Even more when the kiss was slow and lazy. It was so different from all the passion and heat yesterday. Merlin breathed into the kiss softly. Couldn't stop his hands from roaming on Arthur's thighs. Suddenly Arthur hissed in pain and pulled himself back form Merlin shoving his hand off his leg. Merlin's heart stopped for a moment as he had no idea what went wrong.
"What is it?" he asked looking all confused.
"Oh, sorry, it's… it's nothing. My head is just killing me," Arthur made a horrible excuse for a smile and started to put on his trousers.
"Yeah, sure. Mine too," Merlin sighted, his gaze focusing on Arthur's leg trying to figure out what wasn't okay.
"I should have some aspirin, wanna some?" Arthur haven't even looked at him. Merlin didn't know what to do.
"I'd love to, thanks,"
Arthur left the room. Well that was odd. Merlin tried to remember anything concerning Arthur's legs from the night but he wasn't really focusing on that. More like images of literally everything else than his legs spread in his mind.
He shoved his head to the pillow smelling the scent of Arthur's shampoo and sweat and cologne. It was all over him. He had a very nasty feeling he doesn't want to shower. He just wanted to keep the smell on him longer. It made his heart race. He was telling to himself, that it is normal due to all the things they did last night, but he simply couldn't deny that he felt some kind of attraction to Arthur even before it all happened.
What is he supposed to do now? Will they talk to each other or Arthur won't even look at him anymore?
Arthur was in the kitchen fetching some water and getting the pill. Fuck. He was pretty angry with himself. He run his hand through his hair couple of times but he couldn't settle down.
He was acting like prick. But he didn't know what to do. He was glad that Merlin haven't noticed yesterday and he surely wanted to be it this way today too. He wasn't feeling like explaining anything. Moreover it was still unclear what Merlin thinks about the whole matter, more importantly what he thinks about Arthur.
You could say he didn't know if he can rust him. Hell he wouldn't even know how to start the conversation about this.
"Merlin you know, my father acts like a bloody wanker sometimes and all the pressure on me is just unbearable so I cry like a little bitch and cut my leg because no one can see it there," Suuure. Hell no. Arthur was feeling utterly embarrassed that he sometimes did these kind of things. But he couldn't help himself. When he was feeling low he was a completely different person. Person he didn't want to be. He wanted to be happy, full of self-esteem, rocking the life like a bloody king not some sobbing excuse for a man.
But he didn't to want to ruin the morning mood. Merlin was so sweet and he surely didn't do anything wrong. Arthur sighted and went back to the bedroom. It was weird having Merlin in his home like this. So casually.
He found him curled up in the covers, his hair one big mess and his hand covering his brow. Something surely wasn't alright with Arthur. A few days earlier he wouldn't even think about fucking Merlin and now his heart was racing and he wanted so snuggle him. Oh my.
"Rise and shine you said, huh?" he sat beside him offering him the pill and water.
"Oh, stop being such a prat," Merlin's voice was bitter, his eyes avoiding Arthur's gaze. Great. Arthur fucked this up.
Arthur could feel the rising misunderstanding between them but didn't know what to do about it. He knew that leaving it be is not such a brilliant idea, but the other choice was to tell Merlin everything and he still didn't want to do that.
He waited until Merlin drank the whole glass of water and then he kissed him. Hoping that it will help him forget this whole messy situation. As he leaned over him his hands were exploring his bare chest and it felt so good. Arthur wished this moment would last forever without complications, without boring studying, without his persuasive father and surely without his crippling depression waiting for him just around the corner.
"I know what time is now," Merlin smiled at him. Arthur was a bit confused as his mind was somewhere completely else but then he returned the smile.
"Yeah?" he kissed Merlin's neck.
"We can still catch the lecture," Merlin hugged him, his nails finding its way to the scratches on Arthur's back.
"You wanna?"
"Acutally yeah,"
The looked at each other, Merlin with curiosity and Arthur with disappointment.
"Nerd," Arthur let him go.
"I suppose we will go together? Wanna have shower?" his eyes were shining and he enjoyed looking at Merlin's blushed cheeks. He didn't respond for quite a long time. Arthur was wandering what he can be thinking about.
Merlin didn't understand the man beside him at all. First he hissed at him and then he want to caress him? The offer to shower was ridiculously hot. Merlin imagined he would use Arthur's shampoo and shower gel. Something was definitely wrong with him.
"Yeah that would be nice," he finally murmured. Arthur showed him the way picking up his clothes on the way, gave him towel and everything. He watched Merlin in the water while he was brushing his teeth and Merlin felt awkwardly aroused. For some reason he was breathing faster as the charming smell was all around him. Oh he felt like a creep.
When Arthur was out he felt so incredibly hot. Fantasising about the sex in the shower he became hard. He couldn't resist. After the night before his whole body was covered in bites and light bruises, his skin sensitive and his cock throbbing almost painfully. He got rid of it quickly secretly enjoying the feeling being so dirty in Arthur's shower. He was most definitely a horrible creep.
He stepped out of the shower feeling ashamed as hell. Merlin put his clothes on rather absent-mindedly. He brushed his teeth as well using a spare tooth brush Arthur had.
When he came back to Arthur's bedroom the other man was in clean clothes making the bed. Merlin rested on the doorpost watching him with chuckle.
"Don't say a word," Arthur voice was full of warning and bitterness.
Together they went out from his apartment to the cursed lift. Both of them lost in their own thoughts looking at each other inconspicuously. They weren't talking. Not one word about the night or the morning. Not even offer to breakfast or former quarrelling.
In the lounge they met the suspicious stares of the guard and receptionist. Arthur was polite as usual not mentioning the night before. The two employees weren't sure it wasn't all a dream. The boys were acting like nothing. It was certainly awkward. But then again both of them had some hickeys on their throats so it had to be true.
Merlin waited for Arthur smiling shyly at the receptionist and she blushed. It didn't miss Arthur's attention.
"Merlin, flirting already? And behind my back too?" an arrogant smirk spread on his face as he watched Merlin's perplexity.
"Shut up you prat," Merlin tore his gaze away all red.
"You surely have such a dirty mouth, Merlin," Arthur was feeling happy for making Merlin miserable and uncomfortable. Teasing him was just so much fun he couldn't help himself.
"You didn't complain last night, you bully," Merlin struck back. His voice was playful and cheeky smile was on his face. Arthur could feel the rising heat in him and the tension in the hall could be cut with a knife.
"Tease," Arthur almost hissed at him and took his hand.
"Have a nice day, sire," the receptionist squeaked behind their back as they were leaving the apartment building.
"You too," Arthur smiled back.
After they left the two poor servants counted minutes until their shift was over. This gossip was hot as hell.