Title: Sticky Sheets Part 2
Pairing: Merlin/Arthur
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, they belong to the BBC. No profit is made by me *sob*
A/N: Continuation of a short ficlet that was written for the Merlin Frottage Fest over on Live Journal.
Summary: Arthur is all hot and bothered after catching Merlin behaving very badly in his bed.
Read Part 1 first.
Arthur collapsed against the door of his bedchamber as it thudded into place behind him. His legs were weak and his heart was racing.
He shook his head in disbelief, still unable to comprehend what he had just witnessed, his last words to Merlin echoing in his head. Let's just pretend this never happened. Who the fuck was he trying to fool? The visual of Merlin's wanton display was burned onto his brain like a fiery after-image from staring at the sun. No, the events of this morning would not be easily forgotten.
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Arthur had woken that morning, sweaty and panting, lying face down on his rumpled sheets. Confused and drugged with sleep he gradually became aware that there was a patch of sticky dampness under his groin. Dear God what was he, fourteen? He blushed in mortification but his eager cock began to fill as he remembered that he had been dreaming about Merlin, again.
He had rolled onto his back, hands tugging at his blonde spikes of hair and groaned aloud. During the day he did his best not to think about Merlin in anything other than an appropriate way for a master to think about his servant – his presumably heterosexual manservant. However at night time his unwanted desires came tumbling out of his subconscious like rowdy drunks leaving a tavern.
It was unfortunate, he had reflected, that Merlin had such unusually delicate long-fingered hands, luminous skin... and those beautiful cheekbones that Arthur longed to lick... He groaned again and mentally slapped himself. There would be definitely no licking of Merlin's cheekbones. He needed to go and find some willing maid to suck him off and stop bloody thinking about his annoyingly enticing manservant.
He had hurried to get himself dressed so he could get on with the business of the day, hoping to escape before Merlin noticed the state of his bed... he really didn't want to be around for that. Distracted by Merlin's presence as usual, he had fumbled with the laces of his breeches because he was still half hard... an increasingly common occurrence when he was in Merlin's presence.
Then as Merlin had smoothed the leather waistcoat out over his shoulders, maybe it had been Arthur's fevered imagination, but his hands had perhaps seemed to remain there just a touch longer than was necessary. Don't be an idiot! He had pushed the thought away as he turned to leave his chamber; it was pathetic how he found himself longing for Merlin's touch.
He had only got as far as the palace steps when he realised that it was colder than he had anticipated and that he had forgotten his leather gloves. He huffed in frustration and wheeled round to get them, hoping that Merlin would have finished by then and be gone from his chambers.
As he had opened the heavy oak door Arthur had frozen in shock, brain unable to compute what he was seeing and hearing. Merlin was lying face down on his bed, his leggings pushed down to reveal a pale perfect arse. Grunts and moans filled the room as Merlin's buttocks clenched and released, his hips thrusting desperately into the mattress.
It had taken every ounce of Arthur's self-control to resist the urge to throw himself onto his manservant and take him there and then. He had watched, unable to tear himself away as Merlin's movements sped up and his cries became louder.
"Arthur...oh my God... Arthur..." Arthur nearly gasped aloud as his name fell from Merlin's lips. His cock twitched as if in response, painfully hard, trapped in the unforgiving confines of his breeches.
As Merlin had collapsed panting on the sheets Arthur had remained there watching him, unable to command his legs to move, realising that in the sudden silence he would be unable to leave without attracting Merlin's attention anyway. He had found himself staring at Merlin's beautiful arse, his mouth dry, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him.
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In the corridor outside his chamber Arthur leaned against the door, head full of the glorious memory of Merlin's arse.
Dear God it was beautiful, even more so than he had imagined. The scene kept replaying itself in his head and Arthur moaned, biting his lip to suppress the frustrated neediness of the sound. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, reaching a hand down to press against his erection, feeling the wetness from the tip seeping through the thick fabric of his breeches.
He needed relief, immediately. He couldn't wait... but where could he go? A nearby linen closet seemed to be the best option as it would assure him some privacy, comfort being the least of his priorities. The decision made he set off as quickly as he could, his cock throbbing insistently, demanding his attention.
XOXOXOX
Arthur pushed the door of the closet shut behind him and squeezed into the small space. There was just enough room between the shelves and the door for him to lean back against the wall as he pulled his cock out, sighing with anticipation.
He took himself in a firm grip, impatient for release, head full of Merlin... gasping, thrusting, moaning, crying his name. Arthur's hand began to slide up and down his shaft and he leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations. He pumped his cock quickly, unable to delay, using his thumb to smear his wetness over the tip with each stroke.
His breath was coming in short gasps interspersed with grunts and hissed words of pleasure and need.
"Ohh... fuck... yes... fuck... I want... oh yes... mine..." He brought his other hand down to tug on his balls and arched his back, pushing his shoulders into the stone wall behind him as he cried out and climaxed. "Merlin... fuck... Merlin!" His manservant's name fell from his lips as he saw stars and came harder than he had ever come in his life.
Arthur's legs gave out and he slid down the wall panting, still working out the last drops of his release as his cock twitched in his hand. He sat for a moment, overwhelmed by the force of his orgasm, head blissfully empty for a moment as his breathing slowed.
Rational thought began to trickle back into Arthur's mind as he slowly came back to reality and he found himself flushed with mortification. What was wrong with him? He had just wanked in a linen closet, thinking about Merlin. This was wrong on so many levels he didn't know where to begin. There are unwritten laws of castle etiquette that cover this type of thing. Princes aren't supposed to toss off in cupboards. Shagging maids in closets is permissible provided one shows a modicum of discretion, but having a quick one off the wrist while you think about your man servant... well he could only assume that Uther really wouldn't approve of his son indulging in such habits.
He sighed heavily to himself as he grabbed a pillowcase from one of the shelves and cleaned himself up as best he could. His attraction to Merlin was barely manageable before... but now? Heaven help him. Maybe he could go to Gaius for some sort of anti-love potion he thought gloomily.
Once he had got himself presentable Arthur cracked open the door of the linen store and stepped out into the relative brightness of the quiet corridor. He turned to find himself face to face with the object of his fantasies again, carrying a pile of folded sheets. This castle really was too bloody small.
"Sire!" Merlin's voice was slightly alarmed. Not surprisingly, one didn't usually expect to find Princes lurking in linen cupboards.
"Merlin," Arthur drew himself up and put on his best arrogant princely expression, not quite able to meet Merlin's eyes. Never explain, never apologise seemed like an excellent motto for this particular moment. "You're done in my chambers then?" his voice was impatient. "It's about bloody time. See you at the stables in ten minutes."
Merlin gazed after him in confusion as he swept away, noticing that Arthur was holding what appeared to be a scrunched up pillowcase in his royal hand.
End of Part 2
A/N: I think a Part 3 in the stables might be required don't you? Let me know if you agree. I love reviews!