Summary: Merlin and Arthur were thinking together.
It Isn't Permitted To Be Done by frostygossamer
Daybreak arrived to find Merlin lying side by side with Arthur in Arthur's four-poster bed.
He thought that this was probably the most comfortable place he had ever lain. He had lain on the kitchen tiles after slipping on a discarded tomato. He had lain on the knight's training field after a misjudged parry. He had lain on a forest track after falling from his horse. He had lain on the bottom of a lake. But he had never lain anywhere before that felt as good as this.
Stretching out his hand he brushed his fingers against a supple thigh. Perfection. He rolled over and gathered his new lover in his arms. His lover sighed. Sin should never feel this beautiful. A prince should never know this sin.
How had they got to this point? A question. An answer. A desire returned. Hands had explored faces. Lips had explored mouths, as had tongues. Hair had been ruffled. Arms had encircled bodies. The bed had swallowed them up like an ocean.
Now they lay holding each other, unwilling to part, trying to extend the brief moment. This snatch of joy that could never be repeated. This love, if others would allow them to use that word, this doomed love.
Two men, two boys, were not allowed to love each other. It wasn't done. It wasn't permitted to be done. And the pain of knowing that was impossible to bear.
Suddenly the chamber door opened.
"Sire, your father requires...", the voice was cut off. "...Oh, heck". The voice's owner retreated hastily.
"Was that Sir Leon?", Merlin asked in a whisper.
"Ye Gods, I hope he doesn't tell my father", Arthur prayed.
TBC
A/N: One more bit tomorrow.