Disclaimer: Wishing on stars doesn't work. I still don't own Merlin. and if I did. This is exactly what happened.
Warning: Gwen is a whore. Arthur is naked. and Merlin can't stop staring
Third Person
The morning sun peaked through the small window in Merlin's chambers. The young man stirred in his sleep, rousing from his sleep. 'No, no, no! I told Arthur how I feel. I'm gonna lose my head! And I'm late.' He quickly dressed and ran the three flights of stairs to the king and queen's chambers. Knocking rapidly, he pushed open the door to find the king sleeping with Guinevere sprawled out next to him with her head on his chest. The worst part; they were both completely naked. Heat ran up to Merlin face in a blush and a slight tear formed in his eye as he cleared his throat.
"Arthur, as much as you would like to sleep in bed all day, you lazy arse. You are the king of Camelot and have quite a full day." The warlock said trying to maintain his happy demeanor.
Upon Hearing the man's voice, Arthur, jumped out of bed. Dropping the duvet and sheets to the floor. He stood in front of Merlin with his pride and glory fully showing. Quickly grabbing a pillow he covered himself. The queen in response let the sheet drop from her chest and showed her moderately sized breast to they warlock. Quickly looking away, Merlin just about passed out. 'No, I don't need to see this.' "Well, good morning, Merlin." The queen's voice dropped an octave, sounded almost seductive, it would, if Merlin wasn't as non straight as a curly fry. Looking at Arthur, he was still standing there with a pillow over his groin. "Merlin, haven't you ever heard of knocking." The king said slightly embarrassed as he was getting a slight erection.
"Um… I did. You didn't answer." Merlin said looking down. "And you need to get ready. There is training with the Knights, and Gwaine was drunk last time you said if it happened again, you promised to lock him it the stocks…" "Yes, okay help me get ready." The king demanded "I shall you leave you two be then." The queen said stand, grabbing her silk robe and going into the hall.
"Um… yes, okay." Merlin said grabbing a red tunic, underwear, and a pair of clean breeches. The king dropped his pillow and turned around, his perfectly firm arse facing Merlin. Merlin was overwhelmed with the desire to grab the kings butt. Shaking his head he handed to king his knickers (i.e. Another word for underwear). Pulling them up Merlin was disappointed when he could no longer see Arthur's buttocks. Knowing he won't be seeing that for quite some time, he directed his eyes to his back and shoulders. Perfectly chiseled as though Michelangelo sculpted them himself. "Breeches please." The prat of a former price said.
Handing him the breeches, Merlin grabbed for the boots laying on the floor, hoping to prolong the shirtless Arthur. After handing Arthur his boots, his received a very confused look from the king. "Merlin, tunics normally come before book." "Right, sorry, I must be out of it." Merlin said, attempting to look disheveled.
"Understandable, you had a hard day yesterday. You can take the day if you like."
'He… he doesn't want me around anymore….' Merlin thought.
"Do you not want me around anymore Sire?" Merlin question, tears stinging in his eyes.
"No, Merlin. You are a dear friend of mine, of course I want you around. You just lost a lot of blood last night." Arthur was slightly offended that Merlin thought he didn't want him around anymore. 'Maybe… maybe I should tell him about last night, how I feel.'
"Oh no, I should be fine. Plenty of things for me to do."
"No, Merlin take it easy. Just accompany me today."
"Of course. We should get you to training." Merlin said handing him his shirt.
Walking into the training arena, Gwaine was standing there antagonizing the other nights, swinging a mace around like an idiot.
"Stocks after training Gwaine."
"But I'm not drunk." Gwaine told the king. "Just buzzed."
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