When Eye Sex just isn't enough
Chapter 1: Cross your legs
Please note this is my first fic, it'll be quick updating only a short story(About 4-5 chapters) and... yeah hope you enjoy it. Warnings: Not explicit, slash content, refrences to sex and prostitution and could turn out a little soppy.
Note: The italics are Arthurs thoughts at that point in time. This is all in Arthurs POV.
Oh god... why does Merlin have to bend down?
Shit, cross your legs you fool, oh... holy crap... I need to get rid of him and sort out my problem...
"Sire, are you alright? You look a little flushed?"
Asking a completely innocent question, I should be ashamed of myself, I wanna do so many things to him its driving me hysterical.
"I'm fine now will you please get on with what you're supposed to be doing?"
"But sire, you haven't given me anything to do yet."
Here it comes, the cheeky back talk and that dazzling smile, don't smile back! He just insulted you! Oh, but he is so damn cute, how can I stay mad at that?
"Right, erm...well..."
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"For god's sake Merlin just... clean out the stables or something!"
Merlin's face broke into a wide toothy grin and his eyes glinted with mischief, he looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
"I get it. Don't worry, it's our secret"
Shit. His eyes just flicked down. He definitely saw my...problem. But I hope he doesn't know it's because of him.
Ok I know it's not normal for a prince to be fantasising about his manservant, but believe me I have tried to distract myself. I thought it was working with Gwen for a while, but then, just before the war against Cenred, Merlin looked at me with such faith. I fought for him that night.
You see it's not just lust like I hoped it was. I have gotten in way to deep now. Not literally, Merlin doesn't even know I like him... in that way. I can't describe it, he is just amazing. I sound like a lovesick girl.
Worst thing is, it saddens me deeply to know I can never tell him because nothing can ever come of it.
So I just put up with these unwanted hard ons - which are becoming much too common. Maybe I just need to let it all out, but I couldn't simply use a maid, if she got pregnant my father would kill me. I'm lucky it hasn't happened yet. I'm going to have to go to a cat house.
The tavern was bustling with noise, hearty laughs and hoarse shouts. In the corner, the reigning arm wrestling champion was claiming another loser's loot. He was a huge guy, looked like a bear with all that arm hair and bulging muscles. But then his head was neatly shaved. His sunken eyes looked as if they could bore into your soul and his square jaw jutted out with a constant sneer. Anyone foolish enough to mess with him is definitely an idiot.
I feel like a screb. I don't care if the word hasn't been invented yet. Even with my hood up, every one of these dirty slobs it sneering at me, like they know what I'm here for. At least I haven't got a beer belly! No matter what Merlin says. Merlin...
"Up the stairs, men on left, women on the right"
I'll just imagine its Merlin, not as if I've never done it before. God if he knew.
I gently pushed open the door and got the biggest shock of my life...
"Merlin?"
"Arthur?"
