You know I'm here waiting for you (1/2)
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blue_eyed_1987Title: You know I'm here waiting for you (1/2 - currently unfinished WIP)
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Warnings: Intoxication, anonymous sex. Could possibly be labeled dub-con (highlight for details): Arthur continues to have 'anonymous' fun with Merlin, not letting Merlin in on the fact that he is Merlin;s mystery blond
Dangerous levels of obliviousness.
Summary: Merlin and Arthur bump n grind at a club. Only they don't quite realise who they're having their fun with. Merlin regales everyone at work with tales of his mystery blonde. Arthur realises who he had fun with and becomes jealous of himself. Chaos ensues.
A/N: This has been sitting half finished on my hard drive forever. I've had mixed feedback re: Merlin's obliviousness, but I'm going to throw the first part out and see what people think, (since I also have mixed feelings regarding it/the fic in general) concrit very much welcome.
The club was dark and sweltering. Merlin let himself be jostled by the crowd as he made his way to the bar, music heavy against his eardrums. He normally loved it - the press of people, the visceral feeling of the bass in his chest, everyone getting lost in the music or each other. Tonight, he wasn't feeling it at all. He hoped a drink would help. Merlin screamed his order at the frazzled barman and then made his way to prop up against a wall.
It was even darker in the corner; he blinked until his eyes adjusted enough to see his drink. It was quieter here too; he could hear a girl giggling as she dragged a guy past him towards the bathrooms. Merlin was content to sip his drink and watch the writhing mass of dancers for a while. Gwaine was in there somewhere, probably charming the pants off some unsuspecting young thing...
“You look bored.”
Merlin jumped, rum and coke spilling over his hands. The guy leaned closer and chuckled in his ear.
“Sorry.” He really didn't sound it.
Merlin squinted. He couldn't really see, but he liked the details he could. Blond hair, broad shoulders, and nicely muscled arms.
“Looks like things just got more interesting.” Merlin replied, taking a step closer.
“I think so.” The nameless guy pulled Merlin's glass out of his hand, and placed it on a nearby table. “Dance with me?”
Not waiting for an answer, Blond Guy pulled Merlin to him, hands cupping his arse. He attacked Merlin's neck, nipping and sucking at everything he could reach. Merlin shuddered and slid his hands up and down the firm back.
They started to move together, the beat of the music a delicious heavy throb that made the blood pound in Merlin's veins. He could feel the guy's dick through his absurdly skinny jeans, hot and hard against his thigh. Merlin pushed his leg forwards, and Blond guy moaned and ground forward against him.
Blond Guy pushed him back against into a corner and crowded close, hands clasping Merlin’s hips. Merlin wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Merlin's head thumped back against the wall as he pulled away, panting for breath. He fumbled with the guy's flies, mind spinning from the mixture of arousal and alcohol. The feel of the guy's cock in his hand was electric and he thrust forward.
Blonde guy hissed through his teeth and his fingers stuttered against Merlin's clothed dick. He undid Merlin's trousers and finally curled strong fingers around Merlin's erection.
It only took a handful of messy thrusts and Merlin came blindingly. He panted feebly and squeezed his fingers around the guy's dick. Blonde guy buried his face in Merlin's shoulders and bit down as he came, Merlin arched up, whining weakly, knowing he'd have marks there now.
Merlin squeezed his eyes shut as he started to come down, hand patting Blond Guy's hip absently. He jumped as Blonde guy gently cleaned them both up and made himself presentable once more.
“You were fantastic,” the guy muttered, voice hoarse in Merlin's ear. Then the warmth at Merlin's front was gone.
The guy shouldered his way into the crowd without looking back. Merlin blinked after him, mind fuzzy and heavy. The noises of the crowd rushed back to him, leaving him horribly aware of what he’d just done. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, needing some privacy
He looked in the mirror and flushed. He looked fucked out, messy hair and swollen lips. Merlin splashed cold water on his face, and, after a few deep breaths, he left the bathroom, quickly moving through the crowd and left the club.
~~~
Merlin had made it to the first tea break; his headache had faded to the status of baby elephants stamping rather than full grown ones, and he was no longer completely worried about throwing up the contents of his stomach. Arthur walked into the break room, took one look at him, and burst out laughing.
“Can't you see I'm dying? Go make some minions cry.” Merlin cracked one eye open to glare at Arthur. He knew it was his own fault - getting drunk on a Sunday - but still, a little sympathy would be nice. Gwen looked up from her magazine and shook her head at them both.
“You are one of my minions, Merlin, a decision I regret every day. Here. Don't say I never do anything for you.” Arthur held out a steaming mug of tea, strong and milky, just how Merlin liked it.
“I take back every unfavourable thought I've ever had about you.” Merlin gratefully took the mug and sank back into the sofa.
“Good night last night, then?” Arthur took a sip of his own.
“It wasn't bad actually.” Merlin smirked at the memory of Blond Guy panting into his shoulder. Arthur raised an eyebrow.
“There was a guy, gorgeous, from what I saw. We...had some fun.” Merlin absently rubbed the side of his neck – thankfully his collar hid the worst of the bruise.
“From what you saw?”
“He cornered me in a dark...well, corner?” Merlin laughed. “I couldn't make much out...”
“So...you don't even know what the guy looked like?” Gwen chimed in, putting her magazine down.
“Well, I know he was blond, built --” Merlin grinned, “And very interested.”
“Are you going be seeing him again, then?” Gwen asked as Merlin sat back down.
“No,” Merlin sighed. “He left before I could get any details from him. I didn't even get his name. It's a shame, I wouldn't have minded getting to know him better.”
Arthur started coughing and spluttering. Merlin stood and moved to pound him on the back, definitely not noticing how broad Arthur's shoulders were underneath his hand. Merlin was trying very hard to get over his...thing for Arthur, but it was hard when he was there bringing him tea and being blond and broad and absolutely gorgeous.
Last night had, in part, been part of his ‘Get Over Arthur’ plan. Admittedly getting off with a similar looking guy was probably not all that productive but he liked blond men, so it made perfect sense.
“Sorry, sorry,” Arthur croaked. “Coffee went down the wrong way. Go on.” Arthur waved Merlin off and stood up to get a drink of water.
“Maybe he's a regular?” Gwen suggested. “Go again next Sunday and see if you can find him again.”
“I dunno, isn't that a bit...stalkerish?”
“Hmm...depends, I mean, it's not if you don't go there with the intention of finding him.”
“But you just said to go there and find him!”
“But he doesn't need to know that you're going there to find him. It's just a coincidence,” Gwen pointed out.
“I'm too hungover for this conversation.” Merlin groaned, and took another sip of his tea.
~~~
Merlin knocked on Arthur's office door and walked in. He'd been almost ready to leave the office (tie off and in his drawer, coat on, mug dutifully washed up), when he'd seen Arthur still hunched over his computer. Merlin sighed and shook his head before walking into Arthur's office.
“Five o'clock, Arthur.”
“I am capable of telling the time, Merlin, thank you.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “I meant it's time to go home, prat.”
“I have to finish this report-” Arthur looked up and stopped short, eyes falling from Merlin's face to his neck.
“By Friday, yes. But it's Monday. You'll have plenty of time to finish it without staying late,” Merlin pointed out. Arthur was still staring at his throat and Merlin felt himself blush as he realised that Arthur could see the bruise through his open collar. He brought his hand up to cover it, feeling his face flush. Arthur opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearing his throat.
“I just need to finish this section, then I'll head home, alright?” Arthur said abruptly, turning back to his computer.
Anger flared through Merlin; he was allowed to get off with other people - Arthur had no right to be grumpy at all.
“Bye, Arthur,” Merlin walked out of he office and trudged home.
~~~
Arthur had been acting oddly on and off since the Office Incident. It didn’t help that Uther was due to retire soon and was putting Arthur under more and more pressure. He seemed to be testing Arthur; there were almost constant meetings and memos and impromptu interrogations. After one particularly rough morning, Merlin dragged everyone for a pub lunch.
“So, Merlin, have you made your decision regarding Blond Guy?” Gwen asked. Arthur stiffened beside Merlin.
Merlin shrugged. “I don't know.”
“I think you should leave it, mate. What if it turns out he's minging?”
“Gwaine!” Gwen smacked him on the arm. “I'm sure he's perfectly nice. What do you think, Arthur?” Gwen nudged Arthur, who was staring into his pint glass.
“I think I need another drink and that we should all butt out of Merlin's love life. I'm sure he can make his own decisions with regards to possibly shady men groping him in shadowy corners.” Arthur stood up. “Drink, anyone?”
“What's his problem?” Gwaine asked as Arthur headed to the bar.
Merlin shrugged, frowning at Arthur.
~~~
Merlin went to the club on Sunday. His muscles were tight, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He knew it was stupid, and like something out of a Rom Com, but he really wanted to try and find this guy.
Merlin spent a long time glancing at the corner, and jumping every time he caught a glimpse of fair hair or broad shoulders. Gwaine rolled his eyes at him and dragged him to the dance floor, shoving him at guys he thought Merlin would like.
He got half-drunk and was being eyed by a huge guy – huge in every way it seemed, as his trousers left little to the imagination.
“Moving on already? I'm offended.” Merlin shuddered at the gruff voice, hot breath brushing over his neck, lips brushing against the rim of his ears.
“You!” Merlin gasped, and tried to turn around.
Strong arms wrapped around him, and Blonde Guy slotted his hips to Merlin's arse.
“Dance with me again.” It wasn't a question but Merlin nodded his assent anyway.
One hand cupped his hip, and the other was a warm weight against his stomach. They moved together, a slow push that had Merlin melting back against him.
A hand travelled from Merlin's hip to his groin, palming his erection. He thrust forward, and threw his head back onto a strong shoulder.
Teeth scraped at the back of Merlin's neck and he shuddered, hand gripping Blond Guy's hip to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” Blond guy groaned as Merlin started to squirm against him, wanting to thrust forward and back at the same time. Blond Guy was panting, all finesse and rhythm gone, biting down on Merlin's neck as he came, shuddering against his back.
“I'm going – shit,” Merlin hissed, covering the guy's hand with his own, grinding down harder as his orgasm crept up from his toes. Blond Guy mumbled nonsense in his ear, the hand not occupied with Merlin's cock was stroking his chest. He rubbed a thumb over a nipple and Merlin came, gasping.
Merlin looked over his shoulder and was instantly kissed. He groaned and reached around to run his fingers through the soft blonde hair.
“I'll see you around, yeah?” Blond guy whispered, and then he was gone. Merlin frowned and tried to follow him. He managed to plough through the crowded dance floor without pissing off too many people. Merlin lost sight of him momentarily, but headed towards the cloakroom anyway, just in case.
He stopped in front of the cloakroom, the guy who minded the coats was arguing with someone who seemed to be at his feet (small child? Dog? Was he actually arguing with his feet?) so Merlin decided not to interrupt. He ran down the stairs, got a stamp and ran out into the cool night. The street was deserted.
“Wha-what the fuck?” Merlin panted.
Fandom: Merlin
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Warnings: Intoxication, anonymous sex. Could possibly be labeled dub-con (highlight for details): Arthur continues to have 'anonymous' fun with Merlin, not letting Merlin in on the fact that he is Merlin;s mystery blond
Dangerous levels of obliviousness.
Summary: Merlin and Arthur bump n grind at a club. Only they don't quite realise who they're having their fun with. Merlin regales everyone at work with tales of his mystery blonde. Arthur realises who he had fun with and becomes jealous of himself. Chaos ensues.
A/N: This has been sitting half finished on my hard drive forever. I've had mixed feedback re: Merlin's obliviousness, but I'm going to throw the first part out and see what people think, (since I also have mixed feelings regarding it/the fic in general) concrit very much welcome.
The club was dark and sweltering. Merlin let himself be jostled by the crowd as he made his way to the bar, music heavy against his eardrums. He normally loved it - the press of people, the visceral feeling of the bass in his chest, everyone getting lost in the music or each other. Tonight, he wasn't feeling it at all. He hoped a drink would help. Merlin screamed his order at the frazzled barman and then made his way to prop up against a wall.
It was even darker in the corner; he blinked until his eyes adjusted enough to see his drink. It was quieter here too; he could hear a girl giggling as she dragged a guy past him towards the bathrooms. Merlin was content to sip his drink and watch the writhing mass of dancers for a while. Gwaine was in there somewhere, probably charming the pants off some unsuspecting young thing...
“You look bored.”
Merlin jumped, rum and coke spilling over his hands. The guy leaned closer and chuckled in his ear.
“Sorry.” He really didn't sound it.
Merlin squinted. He couldn't really see, but he liked the details he could. Blond hair, broad shoulders, and nicely muscled arms.
“Looks like things just got more interesting.” Merlin replied, taking a step closer.
“I think so.” The nameless guy pulled Merlin's glass out of his hand, and placed it on a nearby table. “Dance with me?”
Not waiting for an answer, Blond Guy pulled Merlin to him, hands cupping his arse. He attacked Merlin's neck, nipping and sucking at everything he could reach. Merlin shuddered and slid his hands up and down the firm back.
They started to move together, the beat of the music a delicious heavy throb that made the blood pound in Merlin's veins. He could feel the guy's dick through his absurdly skinny jeans, hot and hard against his thigh. Merlin pushed his leg forwards, and Blond guy moaned and ground forward against him.
Blond Guy pushed him back against into a corner and crowded close, hands clasping Merlin’s hips. Merlin wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Merlin's head thumped back against the wall as he pulled away, panting for breath. He fumbled with the guy's flies, mind spinning from the mixture of arousal and alcohol. The feel of the guy's cock in his hand was electric and he thrust forward.
Blonde guy hissed through his teeth and his fingers stuttered against Merlin's clothed dick. He undid Merlin's trousers and finally curled strong fingers around Merlin's erection.
It only took a handful of messy thrusts and Merlin came blindingly. He panted feebly and squeezed his fingers around the guy's dick. Blonde guy buried his face in Merlin's shoulders and bit down as he came, Merlin arched up, whining weakly, knowing he'd have marks there now.
Merlin squeezed his eyes shut as he started to come down, hand patting Blond Guy's hip absently. He jumped as Blonde guy gently cleaned them both up and made himself presentable once more.
“You were fantastic,” the guy muttered, voice hoarse in Merlin's ear. Then the warmth at Merlin's front was gone.
The guy shouldered his way into the crowd without looking back. Merlin blinked after him, mind fuzzy and heavy. The noises of the crowd rushed back to him, leaving him horribly aware of what he’d just done. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, needing some privacy
He looked in the mirror and flushed. He looked fucked out, messy hair and swollen lips. Merlin splashed cold water on his face, and, after a few deep breaths, he left the bathroom, quickly moving through the crowd and left the club.
~~~
Merlin had made it to the first tea break; his headache had faded to the status of baby elephants stamping rather than full grown ones, and he was no longer completely worried about throwing up the contents of his stomach. Arthur walked into the break room, took one look at him, and burst out laughing.
“Can't you see I'm dying? Go make some minions cry.” Merlin cracked one eye open to glare at Arthur. He knew it was his own fault - getting drunk on a Sunday - but still, a little sympathy would be nice. Gwen looked up from her magazine and shook her head at them both.
“You are one of my minions, Merlin, a decision I regret every day. Here. Don't say I never do anything for you.” Arthur held out a steaming mug of tea, strong and milky, just how Merlin liked it.
“I take back every unfavourable thought I've ever had about you.” Merlin gratefully took the mug and sank back into the sofa.
“Good night last night, then?” Arthur took a sip of his own.
“It wasn't bad actually.” Merlin smirked at the memory of Blond Guy panting into his shoulder. Arthur raised an eyebrow.
“There was a guy, gorgeous, from what I saw. We...had some fun.” Merlin absently rubbed the side of his neck – thankfully his collar hid the worst of the bruise.
“From what you saw?”
“He cornered me in a dark...well, corner?” Merlin laughed. “I couldn't make much out...”
“So...you don't even know what the guy looked like?” Gwen chimed in, putting her magazine down.
“Well, I know he was blond, built --” Merlin grinned, “And very interested.”
“Are you going be seeing him again, then?” Gwen asked as Merlin sat back down.
“No,” Merlin sighed. “He left before I could get any details from him. I didn't even get his name. It's a shame, I wouldn't have minded getting to know him better.”
Arthur started coughing and spluttering. Merlin stood and moved to pound him on the back, definitely not noticing how broad Arthur's shoulders were underneath his hand. Merlin was trying very hard to get over his...thing for Arthur, but it was hard when he was there bringing him tea and being blond and broad and absolutely gorgeous.
Last night had, in part, been part of his ‘Get Over Arthur’ plan. Admittedly getting off with a similar looking guy was probably not all that productive but he liked blond men, so it made perfect sense.
“Sorry, sorry,” Arthur croaked. “Coffee went down the wrong way. Go on.” Arthur waved Merlin off and stood up to get a drink of water.
“Maybe he's a regular?” Gwen suggested. “Go again next Sunday and see if you can find him again.”
“I dunno, isn't that a bit...stalkerish?”
“Hmm...depends, I mean, it's not if you don't go there with the intention of finding him.”
“But you just said to go there and find him!”
“But he doesn't need to know that you're going there to find him. It's just a coincidence,” Gwen pointed out.
“I'm too hungover for this conversation.” Merlin groaned, and took another sip of his tea.
~~~
Merlin knocked on Arthur's office door and walked in. He'd been almost ready to leave the office (tie off and in his drawer, coat on, mug dutifully washed up), when he'd seen Arthur still hunched over his computer. Merlin sighed and shook his head before walking into Arthur's office.
“Five o'clock, Arthur.”
“I am capable of telling the time, Merlin, thank you.”
Merlin rolled his eyes. “I meant it's time to go home, prat.”
“I have to finish this report-” Arthur looked up and stopped short, eyes falling from Merlin's face to his neck.
“By Friday, yes. But it's Monday. You'll have plenty of time to finish it without staying late,” Merlin pointed out. Arthur was still staring at his throat and Merlin felt himself blush as he realised that Arthur could see the bruise through his open collar. He brought his hand up to cover it, feeling his face flush. Arthur opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearing his throat.
“I just need to finish this section, then I'll head home, alright?” Arthur said abruptly, turning back to his computer.
Anger flared through Merlin; he was allowed to get off with other people - Arthur had no right to be grumpy at all.
“Bye, Arthur,” Merlin walked out of he office and trudged home.
~~~
Arthur had been acting oddly on and off since the Office Incident. It didn’t help that Uther was due to retire soon and was putting Arthur under more and more pressure. He seemed to be testing Arthur; there were almost constant meetings and memos and impromptu interrogations. After one particularly rough morning, Merlin dragged everyone for a pub lunch.
“So, Merlin, have you made your decision regarding Blond Guy?” Gwen asked. Arthur stiffened beside Merlin.
Merlin shrugged. “I don't know.”
“I think you should leave it, mate. What if it turns out he's minging?”
“Gwaine!” Gwen smacked him on the arm. “I'm sure he's perfectly nice. What do you think, Arthur?” Gwen nudged Arthur, who was staring into his pint glass.
“I think I need another drink and that we should all butt out of Merlin's love life. I'm sure he can make his own decisions with regards to possibly shady men groping him in shadowy corners.” Arthur stood up. “Drink, anyone?”
“What's his problem?” Gwaine asked as Arthur headed to the bar.
Merlin shrugged, frowning at Arthur.
~~~
Merlin went to the club on Sunday. His muscles were tight, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He knew it was stupid, and like something out of a Rom Com, but he really wanted to try and find this guy.
Merlin spent a long time glancing at the corner, and jumping every time he caught a glimpse of fair hair or broad shoulders. Gwaine rolled his eyes at him and dragged him to the dance floor, shoving him at guys he thought Merlin would like.
He got half-drunk and was being eyed by a huge guy – huge in every way it seemed, as his trousers left little to the imagination.
“Moving on already? I'm offended.” Merlin shuddered at the gruff voice, hot breath brushing over his neck, lips brushing against the rim of his ears.
“You!” Merlin gasped, and tried to turn around.
Strong arms wrapped around him, and Blonde Guy slotted his hips to Merlin's arse.
“Dance with me again.” It wasn't a question but Merlin nodded his assent anyway.
One hand cupped his hip, and the other was a warm weight against his stomach. They moved together, a slow push that had Merlin melting back against him.
A hand travelled from Merlin's hip to his groin, palming his erection. He thrust forward, and threw his head back onto a strong shoulder.
Teeth scraped at the back of Merlin's neck and he shuddered, hand gripping Blond Guy's hip to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” Blond guy groaned as Merlin started to squirm against him, wanting to thrust forward and back at the same time. Blond Guy was panting, all finesse and rhythm gone, biting down on Merlin's neck as he came, shuddering against his back.
“I'm going – shit,” Merlin hissed, covering the guy's hand with his own, grinding down harder as his orgasm crept up from his toes. Blond Guy mumbled nonsense in his ear, the hand not occupied with Merlin's cock was stroking his chest. He rubbed a thumb over a nipple and Merlin came, gasping.
Merlin looked over his shoulder and was instantly kissed. He groaned and reached around to run his fingers through the soft blonde hair.
“I'll see you around, yeah?” Blond guy whispered, and then he was gone. Merlin frowned and tried to follow him. He managed to plough through the crowded dance floor without pissing off too many people. Merlin lost sight of him momentarily, but headed towards the cloakroom anyway, just in case.
He stopped in front of the cloakroom, the guy who minded the coats was arguing with someone who seemed to be at his feet (small child? Dog? Was he actually arguing with his feet?) so Merlin decided not to interrupt. He ran down the stairs, got a stamp and ran out into the cool night. The street was deserted.
“Wha-what the fuck?” Merlin panted.
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Date: 2011-11-06 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 07:18 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it! I've got a fair amount of the second half written, so I'm hoping to post it very soon!
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Date: 2011-11-06 08:35 pm (UTC)Loving this so far and really hope you finish it! :3
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Date: 2011-11-06 08:50 pm (UTC)Arthur was hiding in the cloakroom yes. Poor attendant, having a panicky Arthur leap into his office :P
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Date: 2011-11-06 08:45 pm (UTC)I love the suspense--has poor Arthur figured it out yet?
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Date: 2011-11-06 08:48 pm (UTC)Yes? Sort of. He's putting 2 and 2 together :)
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Date: 2011-11-07 02:43 am (UTC)I sent you a fic--my own sort of flail--so I hope you got it :)
Do you think you're going to post the second half of this soon?
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Date: 2011-11-07 03:43 pm (UTC)I shall look at your flail very soon!
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Date: 2011-11-07 12:06 am (UTC)Can't wait for the next part - please post soon.
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Date: 2011-11-07 02:07 am (UTC)All that aside, I do like this. It definitely can be so dark in a club you can't make someone out well enough to recognize a co-worker. I love how Arthur isn't coming clean but is still seeking Merlin out for more clandestine pleasure. It gives him a moral ambiguity that's intriguing. Pervy boy! Please do continue this :D
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Date: 2011-11-07 03:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you're enjoying it!
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