When Eye Sex just isn't enough
Chapter 4: Rooftops
(Last chapter)
I never cry, it just doesn't happen. It's usually easy for me to put on a mask of dignity and pride. But for him I made an exception.
I completely trashed my room – I've never felt so helpless. Merlin doesn't know what he does to me. I don't want him to go servicing all those stinking punters, I want him here in my bed. Where I can take care of him and show him how much I care.
But that can never happen. I'm a prince, father would never approve of me marrying a servant. A male partner is just out of the question. Not to mention the fact he doesn't even see me as anything other than a royal prat with his head up his arse.
I feel trapped. Being forced into a mould I don't want to fit.
So here I am, crowned prince of Camelot, weeping away for the servant boy I can never have, slumped at the side of my bed.
My thoughts of self pity were silenced when I heard the door to my chambers open. There was rustling and clattering of armour. I slapped my hand over my mouth to silence my pathetic wracking sobs.
No one can see me like this.
The noises of movement stopped. I heard tentative footsteps approaching.
"Arthur?"
"Get out!" Wait, they called me Arthur. No, please don't let it be...
As I feared Merlin came into view. I didn't look at him, I couldn't.
"Are you... crying?"
"Don't worry,"I snapped, "I'm not going to shout it from the rooftops." Recounting his words from earlier.
He sighed and sat down beside me.
"What's happened? I've never seen you like this."
Why does he have to be so confusing?
"I thought we weren't friends..."
"We are when you need me." I looked at him now,
"What about when you need me?"
He looked down at his knees and muttered, "I don't matter...Sire"
I grabbed his chin forcing him to look at me. "You matter to me."
Next minute our lips were brushing tenderly, I licked my lips in anticipation.
Oh my god he's going to kiss me. I should stop it. Stuff it; my father can go to hell...
Then suddenly I got a whoosh of cold air like a slap in the face. Merlin had now stood up and was staring at me with raw fear in his eyes.
"I'm...sorry sire. You must be feeling...confused right now..."
I stood up and pulled him close to me and smashed my lips on his. He tasted wonderful, better than my wildest dreams. He tasted of pure passion. And freedom.
I cupped his face and rested my forehead on his. "Merlin, I was confused. But these past few months have helped me realise that... I love you."
Shit! NO. I've probably scared him off! I've ruined it. Oh well, might as well tell him everything...
"I love you. I know... people won't approve, but I don't care. I need you. I need you to tell me when I'm a prat, and I need you to be safe in my arms." By this point I was gripping his shirt till my knuckles were white and I bowed my head, too afraid to meet his eyes. "I want you." I whispered.
It hit me full force that I had just told him everything. I staggered backwards... all my hopes pinned on his reaction.
He looked up at me with glazed eyes and his face lit up with the happiest smile ever to of graced his features. I felt my heart soar and my chest tighten like it was ready to burst.
Suddenly, I found myself rammed into the wall as Merlin smashed his lips on ran his nimble fingers through my hair it shot tingles down my spine. I felt myself growl low in my throat like a primal creature as I gave into my urges and bit down on his long lean neck. It was messy, it was desperate and god was it hot.
When we finally pulled away for air. We just stood there processing the situation (and getting out breath back) he rested his head on my shoulder. He spoke first.
"I'm sorry... I thought...I wanted to distance myself from you. I thought if I went with lots of others... I would just get over it."
I laughed, "Didn't work very well, did it?"
"Such a prat."
"Such an idiot."
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