A/N: Arthur and Merlin belong to the BBC. (Why no BAFTA for this show...flippin' Ant and Dec got one...?)
Warnings: this chapter needs a porn warning, adult content etc. I got carried away (v sorry).
Sorry so long between updates...I really struggled to get this started...essays and packing again.
This chapter is dedicated to the lovely lemonlimediddies who was review number 100, however thanks to all who have reviewed; I'm thrilled this story seems to be so popular. It could all change after this though... x
Chapter 10: 'Romeo and Juliet'
Arthur was lost in his own thoughts as he left the cafe ambled contentedly along the footpath towards Merlin's rendezvous point. It had been the perfect weekend; well almost perfect. This no sex business was a real strain; he only had to think of Merlin and there would be a stirring in his groin, so spending the entire weekend together, wrapped together on the sofa or in bed was driving him to distraction and wearing his patience very thin.
Half of him was proud that he had managed to control himself around Merlin; the other half knew he was doomed to fail...and he knew it would be soon. He would undoubtedly go home later and wank himself raw. He'd fixed Merlin's laptop...maybe they could have some fun that way this evening? It wouldn't be enough though, just a temporary fix for a huge problem, one that was making itself known even now.
So concerned was he with thinking nasty things to tamp down his arousal he didn't see Lance until it was too late. He inwardly groaned in annoyance that his friend was intruding on his afternoon with Merlin before realising that Lance was talking to Merlin. Lance, friend of Morgana – the fucking headmistress - and Edwin, was making conversation with his seventeen year old pupil/boyfriend who was waiting for Arthur to bring him lunch, on a Sunday and this wasn't a field trip.
It was too late to turn back round; Lance was waving at him with a huge grin. This could be it, he thought, the cat could be out of the bag. He waved back at Lance and casually secreted the lunch he had just bought into his backpack as he walked, hoping that Lance wouldn't think anything of that. At least the shock had deflated his cock.
"Arthur!" greeted Lance as he entered the small riverside glade; he had sat himself on the bench beside Merlin and the two of them looked as though they had known each other for years. Lance flicked a warm glance at Merlin, "Look who I found? Merlin here was just telling me -"
The sudden surge of jealousy that hit Arthur was fierce and unexpected. Lance was sitting too close to Merlin for his liking, and now they were sitting cosily and conversing..? It didn't help that Lance was gorgeous, single and totally gay.
The emotion must have shown in on his face as Lance faltered and understanding filled his brown eyes. "Oh. I see now," he said softly. His alert gaze ping ponged between Arthur and Merlin. Arthur was turning an unflattering shade of red as his fists bunched at his sides, and Merlin was worrying his lower lip, watching Arthur with concern. "Merlin's the someone." The simple statement condemned Arthur to hell for the umpteenth time since he had met Merlin.
"So what you going to do now?" growled Arthur, not bothering to deny it, still lost in a mist of jealousy. There was no point, he hated lying, and this thing with Merlin was the biggest whopper ever, Lance had sussed them out...and if Lance knew Merlin was Arthur's then he would back the fuck off.
Lance coloured. "What do you mean 'what am I going to do now'?" he snapped defensively. He looked at Merlin again and was rewarded with a nervous smile and a shrug which only seemed to add fuel to the fire raging within Arthur.
"I'm shagging one of my students," he said crudely. "Don't you want to report me?"
Lance and Merlin both winced. Merlin got to his feet and took Arthur's hand, lacing their fingers together, stroking his arm with his other hand as Lance's watchful eyes following the movement closely. "Arthur calm down," he said gently into the blond's ear. At Merlin's touch Arthur relaxed and began to feel a little foolish at the strength of his reaction.
"Do you want me to report you Arthur?" Lance sighed, standing up so he was on a level with angry his lodger. Arthur shook his head. "I didn't think so. Arthur, I'm your friend. Why don't you both tell me, er, in non porno terms what's going on with you both?"
"We met before I started at the school," said Arthur without hesitation, thinking perhaps that would make him look less culpable. "When I found out, it was too late." He didn't elaborate; he didn't think there was any need to mention that Merlin had known he was a teacher, or that they'd had sex within two hours of meeting...or that Merlin was the only person outside of family he ever felt anything more than mild affection for.
There was an uncomfortable silence. Lance nervously scratched the back of this neck. "What if it hadn't been me you bumped into today? What if one of the teachers from the Foundation was out for a walk or one of the pupils? You're taking a big risk."
Lance was right, they had been reckless. "Does this mean that as it is you we are...safe?"
"I'll be honest. I don't like this because of my friendship with your sister. However, it would be hypocritical of me to condemn you...considering how I lost my, er, virginity to a Chemistry teacher named Dave when I was fifteen." It was Lance's turn to display the unflattering red flush on his cheeks.
Merlin sniggered and grinned his trademark toothy grin at Lance. Arthur tightened his grip on Merlin's hand, the earlier jealousy at their seemingly friendly relationship not having simmered down completely.
"You needn't get all possessive Arthur," Lance observed. "Merlin's not my type."
"Lance isn't mine either Arthur," offered Merlin. "I prefer blue eyed blonds." Arthur relaxed and planted a kiss on Merlin's inviting pink lips, suddenly wishing they were alone.
"How about I give you both a lift home – come back to ours for a cuppa Merlin?" offered Lance genially, and Arthur's eyes narrowed.
"You won't mind Merlin coming round to the house then?" Arthur let go of Merlin's hand and slid his arm around him, pulling him as close as possible, his presence soothed him, the jealousy abating.
"Not at all, but...if Morgana ever finds you out, I'm pleading the fifth; I don't want to be on the receiving end of that particular wrath!" He tipped his head in the direction of the cafe car park. "Come on, the Land Rover's over there."
"You want to come back?" Arthur asked Merlin, hoping he would say yes, wanting nothing more than to curl up with his boyfriend somewhere that he didn't have to worry about being caught out. Lance was shaping up to be a very good friend indeed.
"'Kay," agreed Merlin, and as Lance smiled at them both and led the way to the car, Merlin's hand slid down and cupped Arthur's arse, causing him to jump and for all the blood to rush to his cock. His resolve was almost in tatters, and he didn't even care.
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Merlin's jealousy and dislike of Lance didn't abate instantly, he was still suspicious that he was going to try to use his proximity and utter hunkyness to lure Arthur into his own arms, but that did fade somewhat when he so readily agreed that Merlin was welcome at his house anytime, and that he genuinely seemed to be 'a thoroughly nice chap'. Merlin was normally suspicious when people were unusually nice.
Unfortunately, yesterday's visit to Lance and Arthur's pad had not borne any fruit, as in Merlin's sexual frustration was still off the chart. Lance had made them a pot of tea, then proceeded to grill the pair of them about their relationship, and once he seemed satisfied that both were serious about the other he had suggested they all watch a film together, something which Arthur had leapt at, and Merlin knew it was a delaying tactic to avoid being alone with him...and he revelled in it – Arthur was so close to giving in Merlin could smell it. Victory smelt bloody good.
He had settled for snuggling on the sofa in Arthur's arms whilst Lance curled up on the armchair, and snuggling with Arthur was bloody fantastic, but the sexual tension gave everything an unfulfilled edge. Any hopes he had to getting Arthur alone afterwards were scuppered by a phone call from Hunith worried about his whereabouts as Lance insisted on dropping him home, admonishing him for his thoughtlessness towards his mother for not leaving a note. Arthur had joined them on the trip, not wanting to leave Merlin alone with Lance again.
Monday morning had dawned bright and sunny, much like Merlin's mood but he saw nothing unusual there; the weather often matched his moods. He was going to wear Arthur down, starting today; no more Mr Nice Guy. Arthur was nearly there already...all Merlin would have to do would be to push the right buttons and Arthur would fold. He knew it, Arthur knew it. It was going to happen. The sooner the better. Merlin was unbearably horny.
English class was the last period of the day. Merlin slumped down in his usual seat, deliberately not looking at Arthur. He chatted with Will and Mordred until Arthur called the class to order and began to talk about Lord of the Rings or something...Merlin wasn't quite listening, his eyes closed and he rested his head on the desk as he enjoyed the timbre of Arthur's voice...the content of the words was irrelevant.
"Merlin Emrys!" Pretending to be surprised Merlin sat up straight, glancing at the wall clock before turning his gaze defiantly to Arthur.
"Yes Mr Pendragon?" he drawled, drawing a titter from the class who loved drama.
"As you appear to be sleeping you won't mind staying behind after class for your detention to catch up on what you've missed, will you?" He raised an eyebrow at Merlin which to the rest of the class appeared to be a challenge, but to Merlin was an invitation.
"But Sir –" spat Merlin; in his mind he was playing the indignant detainee perfectly.
"No buts Merlin!" returned Arthur and turned turning back to the board to write some headers that he wanted the students to discuss groups of three. Merlin made a performance out of pulling a face at Arthur behind his back for the benefit of the other students then took the opportunity to study his perfect arse, and decided that by the end of today he would have his legs wrapped firmly around it. Arthur was going to give in; he was even helping Merlin along by telling him to stay after class rather than him having to hang around waiting nonchalantly for everyone to leave.
By the end of the period Merlin was rock hard just thinking about what he was planning for Arthur, so he remained at his desk as everyone filed out, Gwen and Freya shooting him envious glares, clearly wishing they could have an hour alone with their gorgeous blond English teacher. Will shot him a sympathetic look and whispered, "Hard luck mate."
Arthur hovered impatiently by the door and as it closed behind the last student to leave, a glowering Mordred who flashed an oblivious Merlin a longing look as he exited, he locked the door and pocketing the key he walked back to his desk, his blue eyes never leaving Merlin's.
"Come and sit over here," he requested pleasantly, grabbing a chair from the front row and placing it next to his desk, sitting himself in his own chair. Merlin grinned and did as he was told.
Arthur opened his desk drawer and pulled out an A4 notepad and a biro and slid it over the desk to Merlin. "What's this for?" asked Merlin with a puzzled frown.
"You will write 'I must not fall asleep in Mr Pendragon's class' 200 times," smirked Arthur, nudging the pad closer.
Merlin snorted, "You're not serious?" Arthur shrugged, crossing his arms and casually resting a foot on his knee. Merlin opened the desk drawer and threw the pad and pen back in again, stood up and hoiked himself up on the desk and slid over, rustling a pile of paperwork as he did so, and positioned himself right in front of Arthur.
"You're being a very bad boy Merlin," Arthur berated with a smirk, and Merlin's could feel his face lighting up like bonfire night...this was going well. "How do you think I should punish you for sleeping in class?"
Merlin didn't answer; instead he slightly parted his thighs and leant back on his palms, his pink tongue snaking out to lick his lower lip. Arthur groaned, stood up and placing his hands on Merlin's knees, made room for himself in between. Gently rubbing Merlin's hipbones he leant in, ghosted his lips over Merlin's, nibbled a trail to his ear and whispered, "No sex until December."
Merlin was ready for this tactic. In the same way he'd known Arthur would give him a detention when he 'fell asleep' during class he knew that Arthur would go so far, tease him a bit, before spouting the no sex rule. Arthur rather enjoyed playing him up, even when it resulted in greater frustration for both of them. He wrapped his legs around Arthur before he had chance to step back, pulling Arthur in closer, locking his feet around his arse so that he couldn't escape.
"Hey! Not fair," complained Arthur pushing back against his long limbed prison.
"Giving me detention then not following through with my punishment is unfair Mr Pendragon." It was Merlin's turn to chase kisses along Arthur's neck, fingers deftly unbuttoning the top few buttons of Arthur's shirt and sliding his thumbs along his collarbone, inching lower and circling his nipples. "I want my punishment."
"Merlin," groaned Arthur, his hands on Merlin's shoulders, half-heartedly pushing him back. "We have to wait."
"No, I can't wait. I need you Arthur. Please." Surely Arthur couldn't say no now? Merlin angled lifted his legs a fraction and ground his erection against Arthur's very obvious arousal; tilting his head he found Arthur's mouth as it began to form another token protest and ran the tip of his tongue over the lower lip. "Don't you want to have me Arthur, right here on the desk?" Please say yes, otherwise there could be a magical explosion any moment now...
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That was it, that was the moment that Arthur's pathetic resolve got up and left the building. How long had that lasted? One week? A brief shiver of shame at his own weakness lingered resentfully before being banished by the overwhelming sensation that was 100% Merlin. Gods, if he was struck by lightning right this moment then he would be dying a happy man. A little voice in his head, the sensible voice of reason was whispering that shagging in the classroom was risky and pointless now that Merlin was welcome at Lance's...but Merlin's breathy sighs, the friction of their cocks, the feel of those raspberry lips pressing against his, the tongue pressing for entry between his own lips and the legs wrapped tightly around his waist were all too much to ignore. Merlin had a way of getting under his skin like no other ever had before, and Arthur found this both utterly intoxicating and scary at the same time; the combination was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Merlin had gained entry to Arthur's mouth and was kissing him as though the world was about to end, the soft pressure of the tongue ring against his own tongue sent electric shocks directly to his cock. Arthur pulled back, catching his breath enough to quietly command Merlin, "Strip."
Merlin's head shot back, his hazed blue eyes searching Arthur's for any sign that Arthur was bluffing and using the instruction to get Merlin to release his grip over Arthur's arse.
"I said strip," rasped Arthur. Whatever Merlin saw reflected back in his eyes must have satisfied his doubts because he unhooked his legs from Arthur's waist and slid his legs to the floor, all the while keeping eye contact as he gently pushed Arthur back to give himself room to shrug off his blazer. In his peripheral, Arthur saw Merlin toe off his shoes and socks before reaching for his zipper and shimmying out of his trousers and boxers in one quick wiggle. When those long fingers went higher and grasped the blue and red school tie Arthur stilled the movement with his good hand, "Shirt off. Leave the tie."
"Yes Sir." Merlin loosened the tie and undid his shirt slowly before sliding it to the floor. Arthur groaned at the sight before him; long pale limbs, lean chest, smooth kissable neck with that fucking tie...and that magnificent cock that was straining against Merlin's flat stomach, glistening with promise.
Arthur dropped to his knees and tracing his hands along the back of Merlin's thighs, gripped his bum to pull him forward, licking a line along the length of his cock and closing his lips around the leaking head, his insides twisting with lust at the taste of the bitter precome.
"Mmmm," whimpered Merlin, his lashes fanning against his flushed cheeks as his eyes fell shut, his hands threading into Arthur's hair. Arthur, unable to tear his eyes from Merlin's face took his entire length into his mouth.
Arthur sucked hard as he pulled back and drew his tongue over the ridge beneath the tip, his own cock hardening even further when he heard the primitive groans from Merlin as his hands clenched painfully in Arthur's hair.
Teasing the head with gentle strokes of his tongue he removed his hands off Merlin's arse and fumbled in his pocket for the small tin he had taken to carrying everywhere since their first meeting. He shucked his jacket to the floor, fumbled with his own trousers, struggling one handed with the top button and lowering the zip.
Sitting back on his heels he ceased his ministrations to Merlin's cock and ignoring Merlin's protests he got to his feet, knees wobbling and weak with his arousal. Merlin angled over the desk, legs parted, head thrown back, raven hair mussed up, white knuckled as he now gripped the side of the desk, with his wide navy eyes watching Arthur in anticipation...Arthur banked the image for future wank material.
Grinning wickedly Arthur licked his lips, knowing he had to show some patience before he could fuck Merlin senseless, but he couldn't wait long, not when he was such a picture of debauchery, all laid out for Arthur to make his.
He leant in, pushing his suit trousers over his buttocks and pressing his arousal to Merlin's, his wet tongue parting Merlin's lips as he allowed Merlin to taste his own precome. He could feel Merlin's heart pounding its way out of his chest beneath the tie, a reflection of his own breathlessness.
"Turn around," directed Arthur, stepping back to allow room to manoeuvre.
"Yes sir." Merlin licked his lips and span round, shooting a glance back at Arthur as if waiting for instruction.
"Place your elbows on the desk." Merlin did as Arthur commanded, presenting his arse to Arthur with a cheeky wiggle. Arthur tipped forward, running his hands over the soft planes of the delectable bottom before him he parted the cheeks and circled Merlin's pink hole with his tongue, just once, designed to tease.
"Fuuuuck!" Merlin strained back trying to reconnect with the hot wet sensation that had just assaulted him and Arthur, bemoaning the splint on his hand, prised the lid off the little tin and discarded it onto the pile of clothes scattering the floor around them. Liberally he coated his fingers in the jelly and ghosted his forefinger around Merlin's questing entrance a few times before guiding it slowly inside, pausing for a few seconds when Merlin cried, "Oh God!"
"Don't call me that, call me Sir."
"Ha, haaaaaaaaa-mnnng!" Arthur pushed his finger in knuckle deep and curled it experimentally, hitting the right spot instantly if Merlin's reaction was anything to go by. "More Arthur, now!"
Arthur withdrew the finger, "Tsk, tsk, I said call me Sir," he chastised, teasing Merlin's hole with the finger.
"More Sir – please!" wailed Merlin.
"That's better." This time Arthur impaled Merlin with his fore and middle fingers, stretching him as he sought the spot that would cause Merlin to come undone.
"I want it Sir! Now please." Merlin thrust back onto Arthur's hand. "I'm ready."
"Merlin -"
"Now!"
Arthur withdrew his fingers and gripped his erection, tracing the tip down the crevice of Merlin's arse, pausing at the waiting entrance and circling it again with his thumb. Merlin was whimpering wantonly, and Arthur vaguely recalled that this was supposed to be punishment and Merlin appeared to be enjoying it way too much...
He nudged his cock into the tight sheath that was Merlin's arse very slowly. Arthur steadied Merlin's attempts to be filled at his own pace with his splinted hand. "Patience," he teased to an ardent groan from Merlin.
Once he was fully sheathed he paused in order to gain some control, he wanted this to be good for both of them, and coming too soon would sabotage that goal.
"Sir!" Merlin wiggled again.
Arthur withdrew halfway and slammed back in again, his hands settling comfortably on Merlin's jutting hipbones as he leaned forward and planted tiny kisses along Merlin's spine.
"Yessss," hissed Merlin. Arthur set a slow pace, ploughing Merlin's arse leisurely, knowing this would garner complaints from his eager lover who preferred it fast and hard.
Arthur looked down at the sight of his own cock plundering the pale flesh beneath his own tanned hands and bit his lip to keep the words that wanted to escape to himself. Instead he curled his body over Merlin's, his good hand reaching along Merlin's sweat slicked stomach until he met the silky material of the school tie. Twisting it around his fist he brought it round so that it was hanging over Merlin's right shoulder; the sight of it heightened his arousal. Oh God, he was fucking his student, fucking Merlin, over his desk in a locked classroom. This was unbearably hot...
As Arthur had expected, Merlin soon complained, "Fuck me harder," he gritted out between his teeth.
"If you kiss me first with that filthy mouth," replied Arthur, surprised with himself at his ability to string a coherent sentence together at this juncture.
Arthur pulled Merlin up from his elbows, pulling him flush against his bulk, and Merlin twisted his head to allow Arthur access to his mouth, the rhythm of their duelling tongues matching that of Arthur's cock as it moved inside of Merlin.
"Get up on the desk." Arthur broke the kiss, withdrawing his member at the same time and almost shoving Merlin onto the desk, sweeping off a pile of unmarked essays that found themselves in the way. Merlin didn't demur, kneeling on all fours on the desk, his head tilted expectantly at Arthur who nudged him forward a few inches and joined him.
Without preamble he plunged his cock back inside Merlin, stepping up the pace to meet Merlin's demands of 'faster faster', his good hand caressing Merlin's navel before taking grip of his bobbing cock and firmly stroking it hard. Merlin's knees nearly buckled.
Unable to hold back any longer, his impending orgasm taking precedent over his control on his vocal chords, Arthur began to mutter and groan in earnest, expletives escaping his lips as he pounded relentlessly into the boy beneath him. "Oh fuck Merlin. Fuck. I. Can't. Stop. Gonna -" His release exploded inside Merlin's tightness, stars spinning before his eyes as he rode out the orgasm, still pumping Merlin's cock until he heard a guttural moan and felt the hot come coat his hand as Merlin joined him in the star gazing.
Arthur laid his cheek on Merlin's bony back and struggled to regain his breath. Reluctantly, because his knees were hurting now that sensation returned to other parts of his anatomy, he withdrew and stepped down from the desk with difficulty as his trousers were around his thighs, and he realised he was still fully dressed.
Merlin flopped out starfish style on the desk with an satisfied sigh. "Arthur?"
Tucking himself away and doing up his trousers Arthur smiled and tickled Merlin's foot. "What?"
"I think I just came all over Valiant's Romeo and Juliet essay."
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I honestly don't know where that came from. How many times can a person get away with using the words cock and arse in one chapter? Very unoriginal, but it does the job. Requested desk kink - check!
Arthur's resolve was never meant to last, but I never intended him to give in quite so soon. Merlin's so naughty!
I expect permission slips or something are required for detention, but I was a goody two shoes and never had one so who knows? I'm beginning to wish I had rebelled in Mr Owens' English class...you could see his nipples through his shirt and everything...sigh.
Tune in next time for another spanner in the works...maybe... :-)
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