Merlin
Merlin and Elena were sitting patiently at the front of all the benches in their school field, watching the 'Knights' prepare for their first game.
Gwaine was running around, bouncing the ball on his head, while Arthur was chatting to their coach. The other members were scattered across the field, throwing the ball aimlessly at each other and laughing.
"So, what happened with you and Mr Unknown?" Elena nudged Merlin, asking him rather awkwardly. "I still wish you would tell me who he is,"
"Exactly what you said would happen. The bad scenario. He's not picking up my calls, or anything, it's pissing me off." Merlin replied irately.
"That's shitty, but you know, I'm sure things will work out in the end." Elena said comfortingly.
"I hope so," Merlin responded grimly.
"Oh look!" Elena exclaimed excitedly. "The other team's coming in, fucking Snakes!"
"Where?" Merlin asked suddenly, looking around.
Elena pointed at a small door on the side, where players dressed in green and blue shirts and black shorts poured out. In Merlin's opinion, the Camelot team uniform was much better, it was red and gold, and it looked good.
He looked at the fierce expression on Arthur's face and saw Gwaine turn around to wink at him, like they knew they had a good strategy going on. He saw a few fist bumps between the Camelot team, before the referee came onto the pitch, and their coach started barking instructions at them.
…
"Fuckin' fag." The other team goalie shouted as Gwaine dodged past someone and kicked the ball into the goal.
The game was almost coming to an end, and Merlin was utterly shocked at how much verbal abuse, rather homophobic abuse, Gwaine was getting.
It just wouldn't end; no matter how many times the referee blew the whistle and ordered people to stop. Merlin felt so bad for Gwaine, he'd never realized that he was accustomed to this kind of treatment. And Gwaine didn't even look upset either, but Merlin knew that he felt like shit behind that poker face of his.
The game continued, it was almost coming to an end. One of the snake players brushed past Gwaine rudely, and Arthur had loudly told them to fuck off.
It was a close match, the Knights were kicking and running and shouting, and scoring quick goals while they were at it.
There wasn't competition really, Camelot was a far better team, in terms of everything, and the Snakes were sore losers.
…
"KICK IT!" Merlin screamed.
"GET IT IN THE GOAL, COME ON." Elena shouted.
Everyone at the bleachers were shouting furiously, clapping, and cheering for the Knights.
Arthur raced towards the goal post with the ball, Gwaine in tow, and the Snakes behind them. He swiftly kicked the ball, and he had scored. The whole crowd went crazy, proud parents were hugging each other, shouting at the Knights, the game was over. Camelot had won.
The breathless, sweaty team sluggishly walked over to the ice bucket containing bottles of water and tray of towels. Elena shot up from where she was sitting and, Merlin, trailing behind her; they went to congratulate the team.
Gwaine had his hair plastered on his forehead due to the sweat, his face was red and he was laughing as Elena pounced on him, hugging him.
"Congrats, Mate." Merlin smiled, as Gwaine pulled him into his and Elena's hug.
"Arthur!" Elena exclaimed, as she pulled Gwaine off her, "You got the shot! Well done! Yay!"
"Thanks Elena," Arthur shrugged casually, avoiding Merlin's stare.
His hair stuck up, and it was ruffled and messy, his forehead was shining with sweat, his shoes and socks and knees were muddy. And yet he still looked maddeningly attractive, Merlin wanted nothing more than to pull him into a long, slow, kiss. But he couldn't. He wanted to in private but he couldn't because the prat was angry at him.
He wanted to talk to him. Make him understand.
"Fags like you shouldn't even be allowed to play." A snarky voice suddenly called out from behind.
Merlin saw Arthur quickly spin his head around, and Gwaine's shoulders tense.
"Fuck off." Arthur barked at the burly player from the Snakes.
"Shut up, golden boy." The player retorted.
"Hey, you know what?" Elena started furiously. "Why don't you run back home and cry to mummy, you little fucking cunt."
"Fuck up, slut." He sneered.
"Hey, prick," Gwaine defended coldly. "Don't you dare call her that."
"Aye, what's going on?" A Knight, who's name Merlin did not know, interjected.
"Nothing, Bors." Arthur muttered. "This dickhead is being a sore loser."
"Fuckin' fag lovers." The Player yelled.
"Look, honey." Gwaine began in a sickly sweet voice. "You're jealous because you can't have any of this…"
Gwaine puckered up his lips sarcastically.
"Take your filthy disgusting habits and…" The Player started nervously.
"What, like this?" Gwaine interrupted and swooped down to plant a big one on Merlin's lips.
Merlin was shocked, and froze as Gwaine's warm lips were on his own. Merlin heard claps and whoops of laughter and encouragement. Gwaine slowly pulled away from him and winked, causing him to blush in embarrassment.
"You show them, Lotsson," The Knight's coach shouted proudly. "You show them."
The team crowded around them and laughed, thumping Gwaine's back.
Great, Merlin thought, now everyone thought that him and Gwaine were a couple. Elena smirked at him, and Merlin gave a tight lipped smile back as he scanned the area for Arthur.
Arthur was walking away, towards the locker room.
Merlin excused himself, whispering to Elena that he had to quickly go talk to Arthur about a History assignment.
He slipped away and jogged after Arthur, who was turning a corner to get inside.
"Arthur." Merlin called out, following the other boy into the building. "Arthur."
"What?" Arthur hissed, spinning around angrily.
"I'm sorry." Merlin apologized. "I'm so, so, terribly sorry. I screwed up."
"Honestly, Merlin, I don't even know what to say to you right now." Arthur confessed, running a hand through his hair.
"That, it's okay? That, this doesn't ruin us." Merlin snapped.
"I told you to give me time, now why don't you just piss off, and go snog Gwaine, or fuck with him, or dance, whatever. Leave me alone." Arthur said defensively.
"Gwaine, what the fuck? Come on, he's unpredictable, we're friends. You daft sod. Yes, he flirts obnoxiously with me sometimes, I can't help it. I can't do anything, because we can't tell anyone!" Merlin protested.
"I don't know, Merlin." Arthur looked through his gym bag for a towel.
"Why are you so goddamn difficult?" Merlin yelled.
"Why are you so goddamn annoying?" Arthur retaliated.
"Why do you always pick fights?" Merlin questioned, agitated.
"Why do you always ask so much fucking questions?" Arthur replied.
"Why are you so hard to understand?" Merlin shouted.
Arthur glanced at him, his nostrils flaring and pupils dilating. He walked up closer, pinning him against the locker doors.
"Why are you?" Arthur breathed, sending shivers down Merlin's spine and arousal pooling in his stomach.
"Oh." Merlin replied back.
Arthur leaned forward and ravished his mouth, biting his lower lip, sliding his tongue through. Merlin responded enthusiastically, grabbing Arthur's waist, grinding himself against the other boy,
"I want you so badly, right now." Arthur growled "You're mine, and no one else's. I can't bear it."
"Just do it right here, right now." Merlin panted.
"I can't." Arthur began, pulling away. "Everyone will be back any second."
"I want this, so badly; I've wanted it for ages." Merlin said quietly.
"What about Gwen?" Arthur asked. "You said…"
Merlin shut Arthur's mouth with another heated kiss.
"I don't think I can wait any longer." Merlin said silently.
"Wait for me; I'll make some excuse to leave early?" Arthur asked softly.
"Where will we go?" Merlin replied back, blushing.
"My house is empty. Wait at the corner of John Street, I'll pick you up." Arthur said breathlessly.
"Alright." Merlin smiled shyly.
He slipped back out of room, trembling, and attempting to straighten out his crumpled hair.
Oh god, it was going to happen.
He was nervous, excited, and scared, which kind of took over all the other emotions.
He could hardly wait.