Three Way Path

It's pouring down with rain but that doesn't matter because war and enemy attack doesn't stop just for the weather. So training continues and Merlin watches, pressing himself against a wall to try and shelter underneath the roof but it doesn't help much. He knows later he'll be cleaning Arthur's armour and sword, making sure they haven't and don't rust and it isn't something he's looking forward to. For the time being he tries to keep his mind off it by watching as Arthur barks orders and Lancelot obeys, jabbing and swinging a sword through the air. His eyebrows dip down as he concentrates and listens hard through the rain while it hammers down around and upon them.

On the whole, it's a wonderful distraction for Merlin because both Arthur and Lancelot look good with wet hair.

After some time the training stops but the rain doesn't and they're all soaked through. The three of them end up back in Arthur's chamber and, while Merlin has become good at helping to get chain mail on, he's even better at getting it off.

Merlin pushes Lancelot's hair back, strokes it out of his face and squeezes out drops of water which trickle down his wrists. He can feel Arthur against his back, pressing his lips down hard upon his shoulder, gripping his hips tightly. It's because Merlin's focus is on Lancelot and, although Arthur has found a respect for the new trainee, he hates that. While he feels he can still get away with it, Merlin slips his tongue into Lancelot's mouth and moans as he feels Arthur's fingernails dig into his thighs.

When Merlin hears Arthur growling in his ear and feels his erection pressing against him, he draws away from Lancelot. He twists in the grip Arthur has on him just enough to grasp the back of his head with one hand, pushing his fingers through his hair. Merlin opens his mouth and feels Arthur's tongue push against his. Lancelot dips his head down, presses his mouth against Merlin's collarbone and Arthur doesn't have any argument against that.

Neither does Merlin.

END