Authors Note: This is for Savanah, who is gr9. Clocks can exist because of the science of Pendulums. PENDULUMS! Yay science. Anyway, this is based off of the line in Episode Seven, "The Gates of Avalon", "You remember our conversation about knocking, Merlin?"
Enjoy, guys.
The clock tower struck nine as Merlin stared out the window, yawning. The loud clanging of the church bell ringing made a slight vibration in his forgotten tea, nine little ripples in the drink. He sauntered over to his bed, pulling a red shirt over his head, his blue scarf following. It was too warm for a coat, but he threw his on anyway.
"Bye!" he shouted after himself, waving at Gaius, who was working, before springing out of the door. He was gonna be late again, and he wouldn't have that. He didn't want to have to clean the stables again, he hated cleaning the stables. He gave up haste however about half way across the distance, resigning to his stable mucking fate. As he reached Arthur's chambers, he noticed the doors were shut, which was odd, but he figured the prince was still asleep and needed a wake up call.
Arthur awoke with a groan, glancing at the grandfather clock that had been passed down to him. "Eight fifty..." he muttered, shutting his eyes again. His dream from the night flash through his head. Cool skin upon his own, travelling hands, deep kisses. He shuddered in pleasure thinking about it, which brought two things to his attention. First, that his dream was about Merlin. His servant.He would deal with that later... it wasn't an idea he entirely opposed. He was pretty sure he could get the attractive boy to do whatever he pleased, which could definitely be interesting. That thought made more of a point of his second problem.
The crown-prince was extremely aroused. He scrubbed his hand down his face. It would be the morning he had woken up late. He could take a cold bath, but Merlin was late and in his current physical condition, he certainly wasn't gonna fetch it. So he'd have to take the matter into his own hands. Literally. He leaned against his headboard, and slipped his hand into the waist of his sleep clothes. He touched himself in even long strokes, letting out a low moan. Arthur thought about his dream and Merlin. Merlin's body, Merlin's hands, Merlin's mouth.Before he knew it, he was about to go over the edge, his head against the headboard, his servant's name escaping his lips in a low sigh before he could shut himself up. "ahhh... Merlin." he moaned. Arthur glanced at the door as he heard it open. "Ye- Oh! ahh- I'll- umm. Goodbye!" He stared at Merlin wide-eyed as the door slammed. He was petrified, and couldn't believe himself.
"ahhh... Merlin" Merlin walked in and heard his own name, he glanced over at the bed, "Ye- Oh! ahh- I'll- umm. Goodbye!" He slammed the door and sprinted down the hall. "Oh my god..."