The Barn, Thursday Morning

[bigdamndestiny]

With the puppy still in the process of learning not to piddle indoors, Merlin found himself down in the barn all night to keep her company rather than clean up in the morning. It was actually rather warm even in the cool of the night. All the horses, after all.

And a puppy that decided to sleep curled up on his back.

"Brynne, you're going to make me unable to walk if you do that again," Merlin grumbled, giving her an annoyed look.

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He had read a book on this, you know.

Expert now.

Merlin moved the hand on Arthur's hip to try and slip between his trousers and skin there at the waist. He needed to hear Arthur like this.

[bitchprince]

Arthur did tend to wear very tight pants. Because he had a fabulous arse, and the crew appreciated that. So it probably took more effort, but-- "Sweet mercy," he sighed, as soon as there was skin on his skin. Come on.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He pressed the palm of his hand against Arthur now, no fabric blocking it now. And... ohgodwhatnow?

It was easy intellectually, but now it was a big unknown and he was still driving his hips forward into Arthur's hand. That! He should do... that.

[bitchprince]

That wasn't going much of anywhere, was it?

Arthur let go of Merlin's hair long enough to let his own long fingers travel to Merlin's down there, curling around them as he moved his other hand. "Come on."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Oh. Oh. "Oh." Merlin swallowed loudly, following his example before kissing Arthur's neck. It was safer, that.

[bitchprince]

Arthur breathed something quietly gasping at the contact, eyes heading back to shut, letting go of Merlin's hand as soon as he was sure.

Then bringing his up to brush along Merlin's cheek before settling in his hair.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Arthur," Merlin groaned, moving his hand more firmly. It was a different angle entirely from what he did normally, but it wasn't bad. Might be nice.

[bitchprince]

Better than nice, Arthur had to admit. He was panting loudly now, making little sweeps along Merlin's cheekbone with his thumb. "Merlin," he returned, part breathless, part taunting, part something else.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"God." Someone was cruel and Merlin couldn't help but turn his face into that touch.

[bitchprince]

If anything, in the midst of their moving rather desperately, it caused the sides of Arthur's mouth to tug up into a whimsical little smile, and his eyes flicked open to meet Merlin's.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin only met the gaze for a moment, looking down--for all of things during this--shyly. "I--"

[bitchprince]

Shy? Arthur felt bloody terrified and in awe all at once and he had no idea where to go with that. At least with Sofia, his mind had been happily blank throughout.

He was suddenly more than overly aware of what his hand was on, so he did the only thing he knew how to do and squeezed lightly.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"This isn't--" Right. This shouldn't go this way at all, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

[bitchprince]

Arthur had no answer but to buck his hips into Merlin's hand. Not to think about it - that was a good plan. It worked on many ends except for the one where this would be over soon and that--

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

--would leave them somewhere different.

Merlin kissed him again, trying to move his hand as best he could with the angle it was at.

[bitchprince]

This wasn't going to last much longer. He moaned something into the kiss, cradling Merlin's jaw with no hesitation at all, making shaky motions with his hips while he worked Merlin himself. Mercy, he would--

--come all over Merlin's hand in his trousers, it would seem.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Which did not help Merlin keep himself from following when hearing those bloody noises. He was a completely undersexed teenager, don't judge his hairtrigger reactions.

"I--" Oh god.

[bitchprince]

Yes, well, Arthur's responses should've been better, if Merlin was the stick they were measuring by.

Figuratively.

As it stood, he just blinked at Merlin, feeling the usual languid-- something taking hold of his higher brainfunctions.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Oh, this was bad. Bad, bad, bad. He had these free brief moments of lucidity now that the need was lessened.

"Arthur--You---we."

[bitchprince]

You, we, Arthur. That was a nice trifecta of words.

He blinked at Merlin again. Thinking. Thoughts. He reached for them. "--Merlin," he said. Useful. "I didn't--"

Mean to force you.

Arthur, you noble idiot.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin blinked at him for a moment before one last desperate kiss before--before something. He wasn't even clear on what they were doing.

"We--we have class soon."

[bitchprince]

Oh, they were doing it like this again. Arthur would do better to ignore the familiar sinking feeling in his stomach. His fault, then.

"Merlin," was what came out again. "I really didn't. I--"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin very carefully removed his hand from Arthur's trousers to rest oh his shoulder instead. "It's not--" What exactly.

"We can't. Can you feel what's wrong?" Like that damn spell. And it was already slipping away from him. That feeling.

[bitchprince]

"It's just a bit warm in here," he said, pointlessly, and stared at Merlin as if he had all the answers.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Because he knew, clearly.

"We will talk about this--" When he stopped having the urge to kiss him. "Later."