Sticky Sheets – outtake
Summary: Arthur is curious about why Merlin enjoys bottoming so much, and indulges in a little solo experimentation.
It fits in the timeline during the early part of chapter 5, so the relationship is established but still a secret.
Arthur lay in his bed, tossing and turning restlessly in his sheets. It was a warm night and the sweat on his skin caused the cool cotton to stick and tangle around his legs. He sat up and stripped off his nightshirt, the slight breeze through the open window cooled his naked body and made his nipples tingle. He lay back with and sighed heavily. Sleep was eluding him despite his exhaustion. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was Merlin.
He felt as though he had been bewitched. His attraction to Merlin had grown slowly, creeping into his consciousness until it became something that he accepted without question but never acted on. Since he had discovered that Merlin wanted him too everything had changed. The axis of his world had shifted and Merlin had become his obsession.
Arthur lazily stroked his rapidly hardening cock as his mind filled with images of his lover. He closed his eyes and hummed as he imagined the dark hair curling on the luminous skin behind Merlin's ears, his lean limbs, the awkward angles of his bony hips and the arch of his delicate ribcage as he twisted his body up in ecstasy as Arthur pushed deep inside his tight heat.
When Arthur fucked him, Merlin's responses were more animal than human. He became incoherent, no recognisable words falling from his parted lips as he moaned and panted his way to orgasm. Arthur had learned to angle his thrusts to find that spot that made Merlin mewl and whimper, his hands clutching at Arthur's hips, legs winding around his waist, pulling him deeper until Arthur felt as if he was losing himself.
Arthur's hand moved faster now. Wetness oozed from the head of his cock and he paused for a moment, and spread it around the head with his thumb. Arthur was yet to allow Merlin to penetrate him. Merlin had never asked, and although Arthur was curious, something always stopped him from raising the subject – to be honest he was a little fearful.
As his hand worked his cock his thoughts strayed to the hairbrush that lay on his dresser. Its back and long handle were made of polished ivory. The handle tapered at the end but was as thick as the joint of Arthur's thumb in the middle. Without allowing himself to think too much about what he was doing he sat up and reached for it and stroked the shaft of the handle speculatively.
He lay back on his rumpled sheets, and spread his legs wide. He collected the wetness from the tip of his cock on his fingers and reached back to spread it around his entrance. He held the hairbrush by the bristle end and brought the pale handle to his parted lips. As he drew it into his mouth, he imagined it was Merlin's cock. He slicked it with his tongue until it gleamed wetly in the dim moonlight that filtered through his window.
He lowered the brush between his legs and carefully pressed the tip of the handle into his tight hole. At first his body tensed, but he made himself relax and slowly wiggled it until the slim end slid inside. It felt cold and strange, but not unpleasant. He returned one hand to his cock which had softened a little and stroked it back to hardness. His breathing quickened and the warmth of arousal spread from his groin. He pushed the handle a little further inside. The strange sensation made his breath hitch, and he quickened the movement of his hand on his cock and pushed down on the smooth ivory until it was in as deep as it would go. The soft bristles tickled his balls and he bit his lip as his cock grew harder in his hand.
He began to pump his shaft in long firm strokes with one hand, while carefully sliding the handle of the brush in and out of his arse. He felt it graze a sensitive spot inside that made his balls tighten. A needy whimper echoed off the stone walls of his chamber, and realised it had come from his own throat. He felt the heat build in his belly and his body tensed. He bucked his hips upwards and his cock pulsed, spilling hot into his hand as he felt his arse clench and spasm around the handle of his hairbrush.
He lay panting for a moment. As his breathing slowed and his body cooled, he removed the brush and let it fall to the floor beside his bed. As he pulled the sheets up and finally drifted towards sleep, his lips quirked into a smile. No wonder Merlin enjoys it so much, he thought.