A tradtion
The 4th of July was never a big deal to Merlin; he just always went to Camelot Park and watched the fireworks at night. This time he decided to show up early partly to listen to the blue grass band play patriotic song but mostly to just bask in the sun on a nice day.
The kids where just getting ready to have a race in there potato sacks when Merlin finally got there after a vigorous bike ride. He looked for a spot to set down his blanket and finally found an open one under a beautiful weeping willow; it was secluded enough for him to finish his Agatha Christie book yet close enough to hear the subtle tones of the blue grass band rightly named The Purple Mountain Majesties. He took his blanket from under his arm and was just spreading it out when he heard and indignant "Oi!"
He looked up to see a blond haired man with a crocked tooth look at him like Merlin just called him a clotpole or something. "That's my spot. I think you should move. NOW!" Merlin just gaped at the man wondering who had stuck the pole up his arse.
"Hello do you speak English." The man waved his hand in front of Merlin's face snapping Merlin out of his trance of thinking about this strangers arse. "Oh sorry mate but I was here first." "I was here first?" Merlin thought "Am I twelve?"
"Do I know you?" Asked the blond. "Oh no I'm Merlin nice to meet you!" "Arthur. I don't know you so I'm not your mate. Why don't you give me my spot mate."
"An why is this your spot Arthur I don't see your name on it?" "Well you see that red blanket with a dragon right next to the tree. Well that's my blanket hence this is my spot so move." "Can we share?" "Fine I suppose just don't talk; Merlin."
*Riiinnggg* *Sigh* "Arthur can you please answer your phone ; Ms. Marple has just figured out what happened." "Fine! Morgana what do you want? … Well tell father I don't care what he thinks I am who I am! No I don't care that it's the 4th of July!..Yes I know it's a family tradition! ...Love you too bye." Arthur sighed at put his phone away closing his eye and trying to go back to his relaxing nap. "Arthur?" "Hmm" Arthur said without opening his eyes. "I don't mean to pry but when you said you are who you are does that mean your…well I mean does it –it mean your gay?" Arthur sighed again propping himself up on the blanket with his elbows. "Merlin I met you what 10 minutes ago? I really do not care to tell you personal things about me; mostly after you stole my spot! I'm going to go back to sleep; go read your old lady book now and shut up!"
"Fine I will you prat!"
It was dusk now; the sun had faded away yet a nice pinkish tint was still present on the clouds. "I am" Merlin said suddenly. " In case you want to move away before I kiss you?" "What?" Arthur jumped "Of al that is holy Merlin why would you kiss me?"
Merlin was turning a bright shade of red now "I-It's a tradtion in our family back home every year we'd go to our locally park Ealdor and set our blanket down the person that sits next to us we give a kiss during the fireworks. See that's how my grandparents met and my parents to its all about fate." Merlin finished shyly ducking his head. It was quite endearing Arthur thought, he quickly shook the idea for his head and turned to Merlin who was looking at him with a expectant expression. "Well Merlin as much as I hate to say this in my family we always follow tradtion to I suppose a small peck wont kill me; even if it is from someone with as big ears as yours." Suddenly as if waiting for the reply a firework went off then another; soon the sky was full of them. Arthur was so in awe of all the different ones he didn't notice Merlin timidly walking towards. Abruptly there was a hand on his cheek turning his head; he knew what was about to come but went with it until they where inches apart. He could feel Merlin's breath and saw his lips, unaware till now that all he wanted to do was kiss them he leaned in letting himself fill the small space between them. Then *BLAM* a firework went off just as they kissed, Arthur let his mouth open so Merlin could explore it with his expert tongue as Arthur did the same. When they finally pulled back for air they both weren't sure what to say or do but where sure of one thing. There where fireworks.