Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or any of the characters. Hence the fan fiction.
Sat at one of the most boring meetings so far of those he'd been to, Merlin stifled a yawn behind his hand. Sat opposite to him was Arthur, looking as gorgeous and disinterested as ever. A small smile crept on to Merlin's face, which he managed to remove before lowering his hand. King Uther was talking about boring king related stuff and of course, Arthur had to pretend to be interested in it all every time, though he complained like mad to Merlin, and then forced Merlin to go along with him.
Merlin jumped a little, as he felt something brush his leg under the table.
It must have been my imagination, he thought, but then there it was again!
Glancing over he saw Arthur was looking at Uther, with a fake expression of intense concentration on his face. But it was only Arthur, Uther and himself there! So…Merlin's dark brows furrowed as he thought it…but, was it Arthur?
The leg was brushing skilfully up and down his leg now and Merlin cleared his throat quietly, trying not to wriggle in his seat, arousal building up between his thighs. Arthur briefly caught his eye and smiled sexily at him. A spark fizzled between them, which lasted long after Arthur had turned back to Uther, and continued talking, switching effortlessly back into professional prince mode. But he had moved closer to the table and Merlin realised he had slipped a shoe off, and was now rubbing his foot up Merlin's leg, growing closer to Merlin's rock hard erection with each stroke. Merlin let out a gasp of shock which he managed to turn into a small cough, then stood up, his chair falling backwards as he did so.
Both Uther and Arthur's gazes snapped over to him.
"Um, I think I'll go get you some water," the red faced Merlin stuttered, before bolting out of the room. Blood pulsed through his lower half and his beet red face. What did Arthur think of him now - that he was silly, inexperienced? Had he seen Merlin's reaction to him? Did he know how much Merlin craved his touch, yearned to kiss those swollen red lips?
"Merlin!"
It was Arthur's voice, footsteps behind him. Oh no.
"Merlin!" He was closer than Merlin had realised, and pulled Merlin into an empty chamber, shutting the door behind them.