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Merlin took in a shaky breath as he followed the blonde barman to his small but neat bathroom. He watched in wonder as Arthur stripped off his RAF uniform and left it lying on the floor – it was the hottest thing Merlin had ever seen. Arthur stood adjusting the water for a moment in only his underwear. Merlin couldn’t help it and reached out – running his hands over Arthur’s muscled back, the blonde twitched under his touch then sighed heavily, leaning into Merlin’s hands.

Before Merlin could slide his arms around and dip into Arthur’s underwear to finally feel the cock he’d been dreaming of, the blonde had turned and grabbed him. Merlin was suddenly assaulted with a barrage of open-mouthed kisses all over. Unceremoniously Arthur lifted him up and dumped him on his bathroom counter.

Shifting in his seated position, Arthur ripped the rest of the Ghostbusters outfit from Merlin. It took all of three seconds for Merlin to go from being partially clothed to being completely naked. Merlin hissed as the cool surface hit his skin, but the heat of Arthur more than made up for his discomfort. Arthur stared, he stared for the longest time and Merlin started to feel red creep up on him – what was he doing?

“Merlin, you’re….indescribably perfect,” the blonde finally breathed while his hand grasped Merlin’s prick tightly and his lips pressed against his neck again. Throwing his head back Merlin moaned as Arthur’s tongue made traces up to his ear and along his jaw – finally resting against his own lips.

By this time the bathroom was foggy and warm, neither really noticed. Arthur pulled Merlin’s arse forward on the counter, spreading his legs so his body could slot in. Suddenly bare skin was against bare skin, Arthur had shucked his underwear and his cock was now up against Merlin’s – he almost lost his life.
Growling he raised himself a little while grabbing Arthur’s head in an almost vice like grip to kiss him deeper. Arthur
appreciated it if the twitch which ran through his body was any indication.

Tongues, teeth and laboured breathing were all Merlin could think about, the only sensation which ran through his body was pleasure, and it was all to do with the blonde whose hands had grasped Merlin’s arse pulling him from the bench and almost throwing him into the shower.

Hot water cascaded over Merlin as Arthur stalked towards him, eyes heavy with desire and cock hard and delicious. Arthur had only just invaded Merlin’s personal space when Merlin dropped to his knees, mouth salivating at the thought of running his hot tongue up Arthur’s length. Any thoughts that dreams couldn’t come true fled as Merlin’s mouth engulfed the blonde’s prick. Arthur staggered to the side, holding his hand up against the wall of the shower as he groaned obscenely loud, Merlin felt his gut pulse in returning lust.

It was an insanely perfect moment in time.

“Fuck, Merlin – your tongue is hotter than your imagination.”
Arthur’s fingers ran through Merlin’s hair tugging slightly as he let his mouth drag up and down the shaft. Merlin hummed, still amazed that Arthur had read his slutty stories and instead of being horrified – he was obviously very turned on. He had a fleeting thought about maybe compiling the stories into a novel but got distracted as Arthur thrust into his mouth.

Arthur’s prick was long and thick and Merlin had never had a more perfect weight in his mouth. He licked up the thick vein, pushing and sucking at the same time making Arthur gasp. Before he got too excited Merlin was pulled to his feet and Arthur had pushed him against the wall – thrusting against him as his lips slotted over Merlin’s. Kissing Arthur Pendragon could become very addictive. Who was he kidding he had been addicted to the blonde from the start.

Suddenly soap slicked fingers started to tentatively quest around Merlin’s hole. He growled into Arthur’s mouth and let one leg fall to the side to give the blonde more room. Arthur pulled back and watched Merlin closely as his finger breeched the tight ring of muscle. Merlin refused to shut his eyes and was rewarded by Arthur’s awed stare as he slowly started to crook his finger deep in Merlin. In response Merlin moaned like a wanton whore and clenched, making Arthur’s cock twitch against him.

“I need to be in there, Merlin – needed it for months now…” When Arthur made no other move but to add another finger, Merlin realised he was asking for permission. Merlin almost lost himself right then.

He pulled Arthur in tight, nipping at his bottom lip while the blonde still slowly pumped his fingers in and out of him. “Bed – now…”

It was all he could get out, the shower forgotten as Arthur literally yanked Merlin from the stall and threw him onto the bed in the next room. Merlin watched with hooded eyes as the barman walked towards him. Cock glistening and wet from the shower, Merlin watched as rivulets traced down his muscled stomach, getting lost in the hair nestled around his prick. He swallowed hard – then leant over his bed and grabbed the lube sitting in the top drawer.

When he turned back – Arthur was right there, hot mouth an inch away from Merlin’s hardness. He watched in fascination as this blonde god’s tongue flicked out and caught the saltiness of Merlin’s tip in his mouth. He groaned at the taste and suddenly Merlin’s prick was engulfed completely to the hilt – an expert tongue swirling. It was tight and hot and Merlin arched off the bed as teeth lightly grazed his sensitive prick.

Too soon, but almost too long – Arthur pulled away with a pop, and gazed down at Merlin. “Are you sure?”

Merlin barked out a laugh, “Jesus – Arthur, have you not read my stories?”

Arthur chuckled in response, “Just checking, because once I start there is no stopping this.”

And then he fell onto Merlin, using his hands and arms to stop himself crushing him. The weight of the blonde was phenomenal. Merlin had a second to wonder if Arthur just meant this moment or if he was talking about something more long term. But a slicked up cock was nudging against his own.

Arthur sat up after licking and biting Merlin’s neck softly, so he was on his knees. He pulled Merlin up so a leg was either side of him – exposing his hole to Arthur. He felt no embarrassment, just lust and a need to be filled.

Then it happened, the one thing Merlin had been dreaming and writing about for months. Arthur Pendragon slowly slid into his tightness, stretching and impaling him until he could go no further. Lust filled eyes met his own as he adjusted to being full; he wriggled slightly enjoying the burn, the sensation, the Arthurness of the moment.

It started slowly at first, but as Arthur’s thrusts came in harder and faster Merlin threw his hands above his head and grabbed the headboard. Arthur’s hips began to snap and sweat began to form on the blonde’s forehead and Merlin watched and writhed before him. Arthur’s own eyes devoured Merlin’s body, and as they neared the end, Arthur firmly grabbed Merlin’s prick and jerked it. Merlin screamed out in pleasure before feeling his cock pulse and wetness coat his stomach. Arthur’s own fulfilled bellow came seconds later and Merlin felt himself being filled with seed. He had never been happier in his life.

The blonde sat back, still inside of Merlin and took a few shuddery deep breaths. “That was…you know what – can’t think of any words that describe that.”

Merlin quirked an eyebrow, “I’m sincerely hoping you mean that in a good way…”

“Terrible, awful, even a little disgusting,” Arthur smirked, before pulling himself from Merlin slowly. Merlin instantly missed the fullness of having Arthur balls-deep. He was turning
into a girl. Arthur went to the bathroom and came back a moment later.

“Did anyone ever let you know you’re a Prat?” Merlin said sleepily, then almost jumped out of his skin as Arthur cleaned him up with a warm wet towel. Holy hell – if Arthur decided this was a one-time occurrence, Merlin just might pine for a while. Yep, he was a giant girl.

“Only by this pretentious writer type bloke, one who has brilliant ideas but is completely clueless at seeing he could get the real thing by just opening his eyes.”

“Yep – a total Prat.” Merlin said yawning while Arthur fell into bed next to him chuckling. Just before he drifted off he felt strong arms pull him in close and a whispered ‘idiot’ before a soft kiss was placed on his crown. Merlin wriggled in closer and was out like a light moments later.

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Merlin sat in his usual bar chair and smiled like a loon. He knew this because Laura had come up about fifteen minutes earlier and told him so. He didn’t care. Arthur Pendragon was utterly and completely gorgeous and he wanted to fuck Merlin, hell he indicated he wanted to fuck Merlin a lot. And what more could Merlin do but sit there and agree with a hard cock and an open mind. What ever happened from here – whether it be for one more night, a week or longer, Merlin would take it. How could he not?

Arthur glanced over and gave Merlin a wink while he served a couple of young girls. Merlin felt a warmth creep through his gut. Sitting back he realised he felt a little lost - he’d left his satchel at home. He hadn’t meant to, but when Arthur sent him a text to meet him at the end of his shift Merlin literally dropped what he was doing – which may or may not have been lying on his couch grinning and thinking on the previous night – and came straight down.

The night before was beyond anything Merlin could call perfect, it may not have been as plot driven as his stories, but it was much more satisfying – on a scale of 1 to 100 it was clearly a 300 plus. They had woken up in the morning completely and utterly wrapped around each other – it was a novel experience for Merlin.
He was not usually a snuggly person, for some reason Arthur brought it out of him – or was he concerned if he let go, it wouldn’t have been real? Pushing aside any negative thoughts he thought back on their morning romp – it was hot.

Although he had written a 69 into one of his stories, he’d never been a part of one before. Arthur enlightened him, the whole time telling him he couldn’t wait to try it since he’d read Merlin’s words. If anything it made Merlin harder and come quicker.

Before long the bar was all packed away and Laura left with a goodbye and a small smirk. When she hugged Merlin she gave him a small kiss on the cheek and whispered ‘about bloody time you blind fools, love you’. Merlin just laughed, he couldn’t deny it – he’d been blind.

Arthur turned off all the lights and came over, pulling the tables away from the fire and indicated Merlin to swing his chair around so they were both facing the warmth. The blonde placed a scotch beside Merlin before flopping into the chair next to him.
Merlin waited.

“So….the stories….” Arthur asked, making Merlin flush.

“The stories….” Merlin agreed then trailed off when Arthur said no more.

Draining his scotch Arthur placed the empty glass on the table beside him, then suddenly he was on his knees before Merlin, slotting between his legs like he belonged there. Merlin caught his breath as Arthur placed his hands on the arms of his chair and leant in closer.

“Yes, you deviant – the stories. Who would have thought such a mild mannered nerd would have such naughty fantasies?”

Merlin protested at being called a nerd but didn’t say anything more as Arthur had leaned forward and started to unbutton his shirt slowly. Shit, was Arthur about to get freaky with Merlin in the bar? It was a fantasy Merlin didn’t know he had – he had it now though.

“You know I read the first five stories when I took you home after that night with Gwaine?”

“What?” Merlin felt shock run through him at Arthur’s words, then a sharp spike of arousal hit as Arthur’s tongue licked gently at his exposed collar bone.

“Yep, you were passed out drunk in your bed, dead to the world. I was curious what you were hiding in that large notebook, and I can tell you – when I started to read, I couldn’t stop.”

Merlin shut his eyes as Arthur’s hands began to quest lower, unbuckling his belt and undoing the button of his jeans, he shifted his weight slightly so Arthur could pull his jeans down around his ankles. The hiss and crackle of the fire made Merlin feel so warm and comfortable, even though he was sitting in the chair he’d practically commandeered months earlier.

“I wanked twice on your couch that night.”

Merlin choked, eyes flying open, “You fucking what?” His cock hardened more than concrete, it was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. Arthur had rubbed two out on his couch, while he slept on in drunken obliviousness in the next room. It was unfair.

Arthur smirked and traced the line of Merlin’s prick with his fingertips making Merlin shudder. “Yep, fucking hell, Merlin – you have a vivid imagination – a brilliant, perverted and hot imagination – and there’s something I want to try with you, and judging by your writing – you really want me to do this.”

“Do what?” Merlin had time to ask breathlessly before Arthur had leant back and made Merlin stand. He pulled the rest of Merlin’s clothes off and moved back making Merlin kneel on the rug before the fire. Merlin had no idea what Arthur wanted to try – but he couldn’t wait, though he was confused at why he was naked and Arthur was still fully clothed.

Then Arthur had spun Merlin and pushed him against the seat of his chair, bending Merlin over it, spreading his knees wide.
Merlin felt embarrassment rush over him, he was completely exposed to Arthur, even though it was only in the fire light – it was still a little confronting. He felt the warmth hit his buttocks, it was nice.

“You may want to hold onto the sides of the chair.” Arthur mumbled and Merlin went to look back to see what the blonde had planned but never got the chance. His arse cheeks were pulled apart and a hot wet tongue had pressed itself against his
puckered hole. Merlin yelled out throatily.

Merlin had to admit that Arthur had a very fucking talented tongue – it wasn’t just his imagination – no pun intended. He did indeed grab the sides of the wingback chair while Arthur’s mouth made magic. He peppered Merlin’s arse with open-mouthed kisses, before hardening his tongue and thrusting it deep inside of Merlin making him whimper incoherently. He thrust in and out while swirling his tongue and wriggling it. Merlin had never been eaten out so thoroughly in his life. Then Arthur began to add fingers into the mix. Merlin was fit to explode.

Before long Arthur dragged Merlin up so they both were kneeling. Merlin’s back was flush with Arthur’s front and Arthur let his hand lazily grip Merlin’s cock and pumped it – making it rock hard. The blonde kissed Merlin’s neck and whispered in his ear.

“You also know that I made sure no one sat in this chair but you. I had to chase more than one patron away so it would be free for you. The idea you were sitting there writing erotic fiction starring you and me almost made me lose it. I needed to know what you were writing, but you’d never even let me peek. Drove me mad.”

Merlin could only groan as Arthur’s other hand began to lower itself and he felt a finger begin to prod his tightness again – he was living in sensation overload.

“And you, Merlin – you were so dense, I wanted you to figure out that I knew, but you didn’t. God’s could I have hinted more?” His teeth bit into Merlin’s soft skin then licked the sore spot immediately.

“I wanted to believe, desperately if I’m being honest, but never thought somebody like you would look at me.” Merlin finally answered as Arthur’s finger reached deep inside of him, he gasped as it crooked and threatened to hit his prostate.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – you are the biggest dolt in the world. You are amazing, Merlin, so gorgeous and unassuming in your ability to drive me wild. I will never get sick of this.”

Before Merlin could think on what Arthur meant, he felt the blonde practically rip his own clothes off. Then he was being turned around, facing a naked and very stiff Arthur. He leant in forward kissing him with everything in his entire being, trying to show how much he wanted this. Arthur wrapped his arms around him hot skin against each other, then Merlin was being pushed to the floor.

The fire made Arthur look like a bronzed god come to life and Merlin could only marvel that having a shitty day at work a few months earlier led him to try this pub, and here he was now – lying under the most gorgeous barman in the universe. They say fate works in mysterious ways, Merlin couldn’t agree more.

Merlin lay back and arched his back as Arthur quickly and deeply took his cock in mouth. “I wasn’t lying in my story, I wanted to suck you the first time you walked in, all grumpy and surly – it was a turn on.”

Merlin laughed, and Arthur stopped his ministrations and crawled up so his body covered his. “Are you mocking me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Merlin replied.

Arthur kissed him then, deeply and so Merlin couldn’t breathe. He heard a rustling and felt Arthur moving a little as he continued to thrust his tongue into Merlin’s mouth. Then Merlin’s legs were being pushed apart and Arthur’s lubed cock sat heavily between them.

“Seriously, you are a king, Arthur – the king of sneakiness; I didn’t even feel you do that.”

“I have mad skills.” Arthur smirked then lined himself up, impaling Merlin in one swift stroke.

Merlin threw his head back and growled, he could never get sick of this feeling. Arthur began to pump, deep and hard. He leant over grabbing Merlin’s head between his hands and assaulting him with tongue kisses which made getting air into his lungs hard. Merlin had never been fucked so thoroughly. It was literally mind-blowing.

Then Arthur pulled out and Merlin was almost ashamed to hear the whine which left his throat, but before he could verbally complain, Arthur had pulled him up and over so he was now straddling the blonde.

Merlin slid down onto Arthur’s hardness and he saw Arthur wince in pleasure as Merlin became completely seated. He was so full. He began to move, slowly at first then harder, until his movements were almost violent. Arthur’s hands grasped his hips as he thrust upwards and after a few minutes of obscene sounds of fucking infiltrating the empty bar, Arthur came with a bellow. The heat curling up inside of him made Merlin stroke his own cock and he came on Arthur’s stomach a moment later.

He fell down, panting and sated. Arthur patted his back sloppily and clearly in tiredness. Merlin chuckled.

“What?” Arthur asked, clearly thinking he was the butt of some joke.

“I have the best idea for a new chapter.”

Arthur laughed.

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Merlin sat back in his seat, the flight had almost landed – he’d been away for over a week and he felt his toes curling at the thought of seeing Arthur within the hour. They had only had four days of screwing each other senseless before Merlin was sent overseas again. It was the most wondrous and fulfilling of Merlin’s life. He ignored the small voice which asked him if he could be falling in love with the blonde.

When he got home there was a familiar form waiting in his foyer. Arthur’s eyes lit up and he practically ran for Merlin, lifting him up and spinning him around before devouring his lips and neck in wet kisses. Merlin laughed and felt a little flattered at the attention of this glorious man. His chest gave a little lurch as Arthur’s kisses became less messy and more slow and sensual as if he was trying to climb into Merlin.

After Arthur fucked Merlin into the hallway wall, he flopped on the couch while Merlin took a shower. Merlin smirked in satisfaction watching the blonde make himself at home on his couch, flicking the TV on and grabbing a beer. It looked right.

When he was fresh and ready for whatever Arthur had planned, he came back into the lounge to find Arthur scribbling away in his notebook. He laughed and tore it from his hands.

“Hey, they are my fantasies – not yours.” At Arthur’s raised eyebrow Merlin conceded. “Okay, so technically they are yours too.”

He looked down and began to read out loud, the mirth in his voice apparent.

The stormtrooper took his helmet off and threw it across his small shared cabin with a huff. Darth had worked them hard today, well their drill master had anyway. It seemed the rebels were creating problems all over and they had to do extra training to get in preparation for an attack. Arthur winced as he slipped his boots off, his feet killed; his neck and back killed and he wanted nothing more than a shower and sleep.

After he’d washed away the sweat and grime he came out into the shared room wearing only a towel and stopped dead. There lying on his bunk, clearly not realising Arthur had finished training early was Merlin – his room-mate. Pants down around his ankles wanking himself into oblivion. Now, Arthur was no stranger to the art of wanking – he was quite adept at it in fact, but Merlin obviously needed help.

The look on Merlin’s face was priceless when Arthur grasped his spit-slick cock in hand and began to pump.

“I…I…shit, Arthur – I didn’t realise you were here…” he growled as Arthur did an amazing twist of his wrist, creating a tight friction.

“Really – I think you’re a little cock-slut and knew I would walk in on you…”

Merlin looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, “Cock-slut?
Really?”

Arthur shrugged, “I was trying it out…”

Then he dropped his towel and straddled Merlin’s legs all while still pumping furiously. Merlin’s hands soon grasped Arthur’s thick muscular thighs and squeezed every so often as Arthur continued to twist and stroke.

“Oh Arthur, you’re amazing, brilliant and gorgeous – so much more than any other Stormtrooper…”

Merlin stopped reading and cocked his eyebrow at a smiling Arthur. “Really – Stormtroopers, and me wanking when I know you are having a shower – and lathering praise at your - what exactly? Great twisting of wrist?”

Arthur had started laughing by this time. “It’s all I could come up with on the spot – you take forever in the shower, I had to amuse myself somehow.”

The TV was on in the background showing Star Wars, A New Hope. “You came up with it all on your own?”

Arthur grinned as his foot hit the power button on the remote control. “Of course, are you saying I’m lying?”

“Not at all,” Merlin said as he sat next to the half-naked man. Seriously how could Arthur look so scrumptious wearing only light blue jeans? It was an injustice to all normal looking men wearing jeans.

Arthur leaned over and left a lingering kiss on Merlin’s lips. “So, it’s a good idea though?”

Merlin couldn’t help laughing again, he’d never chuckled so much in his life since he started seeing Arthur. “You really want me to write a Star Wars fantasy?”

The look in Arthur’s eyes was all the answer he needed. He would write the world for this man, if he only asked.

Merlin thought no more of Stormtroopers and the Rebel Alliance as Arthur’s incredible fingers and mouth made him come undone all over his couch, for the first time that night. It was still early and Merlin couldn’t wait for the rest of the night to begin, his gut tingled at the thought.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!! :)