Writers Block

Merlin rested his palms against the wall of his shower and let the hot water sluice over his body in heavy wet waterfalls. He looked down forlornly at his traitorously stiff cock and refused to touch it. Arthur, the bloody barman had made a mess of Merlin’s very organised and very normal life. How?

Bryce loved his latest travel piece, it seemed like Merlin had finally found his footing and the last two articles had been brilliantly written with enough extra details to make them an enjoyable read. Fifteen people in the first three hours of publication had already rung the paper to get the travel agency number that Merlin had used for his trip.

This meant one thing and one thing only – Arthur just very well might be his muse. It annoyed Merlin to no end. Ignoring his painfully hard prick he jumped out the shower, dried off and slung the towel around his waist. His laptop sat open on the coffee table and he walked past its small cursor winking at him enticingly like a whore to a sailor new in town.

He needed coffee, a truckload of it and a new muse. Four nights ago, Merlin had Arthur’s tongue firmly in his arse, a thought he was ashamed to admit turned him on within a blink of an eye – he would never have trouble with erectile dysfunction if Arthur’s tongue was involved. Although to be fair – it was just a piece of writing, Merlin’s own strange desire written on paper. Arthur would probably be horrible in bed…somehow he knew that would not be the case. He was straight, judging by the amount of girls which hung by the bar, he’d have to be.

Merlin sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly and took a large sip of bitter caffeine. He had another article to write about his trip to Paris earlier that month, he was having trouble again getting the words out.

“I need a beer…” he whispered out loud then sat back grunting in annoyance. He was not going to that bar again.

Ten minutes later Merlin ran a hand through his still wet hair and looked down at his clothes. Dark blue jeans and a black button down shirt made his outfit – not trying too hard, but still casual enough. He grabbed his keys and work satchel and headed for the bar.

It was later than usual, closer to nine at night and Merlin noticed the car park was almost full. He hoped his usual chair would be free – he didn’t think he’d be able to write if he couldn’t see the bar…if he wasn’t comfortable he amended.

The bar was busy, but not overly crowded – Merlin noticed a stream of younger people heading to the outdoor area and realised a function was going on – a twenty first if the age of the crowd was anything to go by. He spied his usual chair and let out a deep breath – it was free. Why he felt slightly possessive of that particular seat, he wasn’t sure – but it seemed to suit him - slightly odd and awkward in a room full of dark beauty.

He heard Arthur before he saw him. The laugh was deep and made Merlin’s insides go all strange. A girl was leaning across the bar very drunk but extremely gorgeous, talking to Arthur in the over-exaggerated way only young inebriated women could. Arthur looked up, eyes twinkling and they suddenly rested on Merlin – the twinkle only grew, making Merlin catch his breath.

“Ah, sorry love, my best-selling novelist has just walked in, excuse me.”

Merlin looked over his shoulder and saw nobody behind him, frowning he turned around and watched as the young girl flounced off pouting. Arthur grinned at him and began to take bottles of alcohol from the shelf behind him to make a drink. Did Arthur just say his? Merlin needed his head read.

“Best-selling, hey? You do realise I may not be a writer – I could be a pretentious twat who pretends or a pervert who draws pictures of horses in dresses?”

Merlin was treated to another laugh and he hoped his pale face remained pale and didn’t threaten to turn red like an idiot flirting for the first time.

“You really are an odd-ball.” Arthur continued to smirk and poured out a concoction which Merlin guessed contained almost every drop of hard liquor in the bar.

“I’ve been called worse,” Merlin replied as he took a small whiff of the large glass Arthur placed before him. “It’s not one of those hideously alcoholic girly drinks is it?”

“Is there an umbrella? No. You’re not worried about looking like a light-weight are you – I can drive you home after, tuck your sorry drunk arse into bed…” Merlin stared at Arthur knowing his eyes were wider than usual – was he saying he’d take him home – and bed? Merlin stifled a small whimper. The possibilities were endless, but not going to happen, Arthur was not a deviant like Merlin clearly was. Lusting after a barman was so cliché. He was surprised when he saw Arthur duck his head slightly – was he turning red? No, Merlin must have seen wrong under the lights. “I mean…”

“It’s okay; I’m only around the corner – plus, I’m no light-weight.”

“Course you are – you’re skinny as,” Arthur smirked and indicated Merlin should take a sip.

“There’s a difference between skinny and lean – you know what, I’m not paying you to stand there and insult me,” Merlin snapped with no real bite in his voice.

“You’re not paying at all.” Arthur retaliated grinning; then walked off to serve another paying customer who came to the end of the bar. Merlin watched Arthur with interest for a moment, he smiled, he was polite, but it didn’t seem like he was talking to the other patrons as he had him. Shaking his head Merlin knew he was living in the ‘what if’ part of his brain. What if Arthur was gay, what if he liked Merlin, what if Arthur pushed Merlin over the bar and slammed….enough. The ‘what if’ game was making Merlin’s pants tight – a common occurrence in this particular establishment.

Taking a tentative sip, Merlin was waiting to be assaulted with a barrage of spirits, instead he found himself taking a second sip of the intoxicating and quite frankly, grown up drink. He saw Arthur watching him closely as he pressed for vodka from the spirit pourer above his head. Merlin saluted him with a wink and walked over to his chair, thinking the entire time, why in hell did he wink at Arthur? His winks usually made him look like the creepy gym teacher all the kids avoided at school.

As he was having a silent melt-down while grabbing out his notepad he felt another presence sit before him. Looking up he was startled to see a young man watching him curiously. He was about twenty two with dark hair and green eyes - he was also completely smashed and talking gibberish.

“Can I help you?” Merlin asked with a slight grin, he remembered very well what it was like getting completely bollocks by 9.30 at night in a local pub. He kind of missed the freedom of being so young and at Uni.

“You’re gorgeous…” the drunk man trailed off and hiccupped slightly, blushing at his own sentence. Merlin crooked his head – now why couldn’t the guys back in his era be so forward? Though Merlin was flattered, and to be honest a little curious as to what this man wanted, he wasn’t interested. “Take me home and fuck me…”

“I think you’ve had enough.” Arthur’s deep rough voice spoke behind the young man who fell to the side in drunkenness. Merlin looked up in surprise at the tone in Arthur’s voice – he sounded angry.

“Gee, it was just getting interesting.” Merlin teased.

Arthur’s slightly hard eyes found his, “I’m putting him in a cab if you want to join him.”

Before Merlin could answer, Arthur had almost yanked the youth from his seat and proceeded to walk him to the front door where the taxi rank was. Arthur leant over and whispered something in the dark haired man’s ear and he quickly looked over his shoulder at Merlin. He could see the boy apologising profusely to Arthur – what in hell did he say?

Merlin never got to ask, as Arthur strode past and went straight back to tending the bar. Thinking it was all a little bizarre; he sat back and began to doodle on the blank page, trying to wonder why Arthur was quite clearly annoyed. Maybe he should go pay for the drink – though Arthur did say it was free – didn’t he? Hell, Merlin was really bad at reading people.

Looking down at his doodle, he saw what he thought could be a horse, wearing a ball-gown. He grinned and looked up catching Arthur’s gaze, who looked away just as quickly and Merlin couldn’t even tell if it was him that he was glancing at. But why would he be watching Merlin? Tonight had been strange, but Merlin could feel an idea nipping at his heels. He took another sip and began to write.

~~~~~~~~~

It had started out the perfect day; then quickly deteriorated soon after, nobody had seen it coming, not even Merlin. Merlin was very young when he decided that a desk job wouldn’t suit him – he wanted to be outdoors – he wanted to teach people and he never wanted something as hum-drum as a 9 to 5 job. He had searched for years for the perfect fit – until he met a good mate Leon, who also was in the same frame of mind as him and they came up with their own adventure based camping business. They took relatively wealthy city folk who wanted to escape from their desk for a week and showed them what it was like living off the land - well, how to jump off cliffs only to climb them to jump off once again.

The week had been running smoothly at first, except for one arrogant camper who tended to complain the loudest – of course he was the best looking and Merlin had a hard-on for him the second their hands met in a hand-shake. Merlin thought his ardour would have worn off after the first twenty four hours of listening to him moan about things. If anything, he’d only realised how deep the infuriating blonde’s voice was. Merlin had also given up dating for a year while getting over a broken heart - this may have had something to do with his sudden yearning to screw the Prat named Arthur.

To be fair, Arthur was amiable and had all the other campers at ease with his quick smile and charming demeanour – bothersome complaints aside. Merlin wondered why he was feeling this discontent towards the man in the first place. Because Merlin was not annoyed that all he received from the blonde was conflicting glances and strange stilted conversations, almost like they were circling around the other. No, not annoyed at all that Leon seemed to get all the back-slaps and compliments on his ‘climbing’ techniques, as if Merlin was bloody invisible – he wasn’t used to being ignored and it irked him.

Merlin was also pretty freaking aggravated that they were currently trudging through mud and debris after a freak storm had hit their camp earlier that morning. The river they were camped alongside flash flooded and Merlin and Arthur had become separated from the rest of the group. That was six hours earlier and they had seen nobody since. Arthur, of course was being a complete and utter Pillock. Bossing Merlin around like he was a slave – well, this was Merlin’s domain; he was in his element.
They were not in some business meeting where Arthur could demand graphs, water and a foot rest. He would have to suck it up. Damn it to hell, it would make this so much easier if Arthur didn’t look so fucking gorgeous wet - head to toe.

All they had was what they’d quickly grabbed before the water hit – two backpacks. Luckily one contained a tent and some insulated blankets – the other a laptop, three muesli bars, water and sludge which could pass as coffee. Merlin had not been impressed Arthur had grabbed that particular bag. Arthur argued a wave of water was about to hit them – he panicked and grabbed what was nearest. Now they were still trampling around in the rain – a small compass on Merlin’s watch their only help.

“Shouldn’t you and your company be prepared for things like this?” Arthur complained for the tenth time in fifteen minutes. Merlin had made a point not to answer all the other times and he knew it was pissing Arthur off to no end. Though Merlin was also at breaking point – there was only so long somebody could put up with inane questions, even if that person looked like a porn stars wet dream. “I mean – we pay enough for the experience, surely you guys can throw in a satellite phone and a twinkie?”

Merlin spun on Arthur almost grabbing him around the neck if his curling hands were any indication - he relaxed his fingers and ran them through his hair instead. He saw Arthur’s smile of triumph that he’d made Merlin respond. “They were with Leon, you know the other guide who when the flood happened told everyone to run to their left – while you ran to the right. Idiot.”

Arthur was quiet for a moment, and Merlin felt a little bad about his outburst. Some people really had trouble getting their left and right figured out – especially when under pressure.

“I didn’t mean to,” the blonde eventually conceded.

“I know - which is why it’s even more frustrating – I’m angry at you, but can’t be angry at you. Look there’s a rocky overhang – hopefully we can camp there and find some wood for a fire. It’ll be dark soon and if we don’t get warm we’ll freeze. Leon should have gotten help by now – somebody will find us tomorrow.”

“So we really have to camp out here in this weather?” Merlin ignored the whine in Arthur’s voice, it was half-hearted anyway. But Merlin really wasn’t sure if he could spend a night in the same tent with this man without licking his ear or something equally embarrassing. How on earth could he be attracted to such a twat?

“Fraid so, search party won’t come out this late in the afternoon and in this weather – we’ll be fine. Just don’t whinge about being hungry since you grabbed the bag with no real food.”

Merlin saw Arthur nod all while thinking the type of hunger he was trying to get rid of had nothing to do with food. Squinting into the rain – he saw a large shadow which could very well be the side of a mountain – it was hard to tell. Merlin just wanted a Starbucks coffee and a jolly good rogering. He glanced at Arthur – he would probably get the coffee first.

Once they got to the overhang, Merlin saw it was relatively dry and free of animals. A small makeshift burnt out fire was already in position and Merlin wondered who had been there before them and what their story was. The ground was dry as the rain was thankfully sleeting in the other direction.

They worked in silence for a while – Merlin set up the tent as best he could on the hard ground and Arthur gathered small amounts of underbrush and branches which were dry enough to burn. Within twenty minutes they sat either side of a very smoky fire, ignoring each other. Merlin didn’t really have anything to say anyway. Darkness had claimed the forest and the rain was still falling heavily – it actually made for a nice backdrop now they were under shelter. The muesli bars were gone soon enough and the coffee, well the thick molasses which they claimed was caffeine was shared between the two of them in their one and only salvaged cup.

Merlin shivered a little and got closer to the flames – his back was freezing and his clothes were still soaked. He knew they weren’t going to dry anytime soon. Arthur kept sending glances Merlin’s way and he was starting to wonder if he had something stuck to his face. After a while it was making Merlin self-conscious and he coughed lightly, he saw Arthur start and wondered if the blonde even realised he was scrutinising him.

“Are you still wet through?” he eventually asked.

“Yep – its bloody cold – the other nights weren’t this bad.”

“We weren’t soaked through then.” Merlin knew what he had to suggest and really didn’t want to. But Arthur was a paying client and if something happened to him – his insurance would go through the roof. “Look, we need to take off what we can and leave it by the fire and get under the blankets and warm up…I know it’s not..”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

Merlin looked up in surprise and felt his jaw drop. Not only had Arthur interrupted him to agree, he already had his jacket off and was pulling his wet jumper over his head. It pulled his t-shirt up too and Merlin was presented with picture perfect abdominals – his cock twitched. Oh Christ, bad idea Merlin.

Arthur was toeing off his boots when he finally looked up to see Merlin watching him, feeling red fuse his face Merlin got up and began to take his pants off. He laid their clothes out on rocks so they would hopefully dry a little and without another glance at Arthur’s underwear encased body he indicated they should get into the tent.

The firelight made shadows dance across the dark blue fabric of the tent – it was warmer inside – although having two bodies in the tight space might have had something to do with that. Merlin was acutely aware of every breath the man he was pushed up against took.

“Merlin?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m still cold.”

“Do you ever stop being a complaining arse?” Merlin asked with a smirk.

“No.”

Merlin did chuckle then. “At least you’re honest.”

“Fuck me.”

“What’s wrong now?”

“No, I’m being honest and I want you to fuck me.”

Merlin’s breath hitched – holy hell, Arthur could not be serious.
But apparently by the questing hand which had somehow gotten under Merlin’s blanket and was now stroking his hardening cock he was serious.

Throwing his head back Merlin groaned as Arthur’s fingers slid underneath his tight shorts grasping his prick, his hands were cold but the heat Merlin was throwing off meant it felt electric. Before he knew it his own hands had shoved his blanket back over the two of them and he shifted closer to be under Arthur’s blanket with him, his shorts lost in the process. Merlin’s fingers found Arthur’s cock immediately.

“You already took off your shorts?”

“I knew you were a sure thing.”

Merlin chuckled then hissed in a breath as Arthur’s hand made a fist and began to jerk him off. The sensation after so many months of his own hands was almost enough for him to blow straight away, but he didn’t – he needed this – he wanted this. Suddenly Arthur had straddled him and was rubbing himself obscenely against Merlin’s hardness.

The feel of Arthur’s bare cock against his own had no comparison, it was rough, a little chaffing and made his cock twitch with every thrust. Merlin grabbed their cocks in his hand so they were flush with each other then began to rub them up and down between his hands. Arthur rutted a little uncontrollably and started to leave a wet trail of kisses down Merlin’s neck.

“So hot, wanted to fuck you the minute I saw you. It was maddening seeing you climbing up above me – your shorts so fucking tight.”

Arthur lost his voice as Merlin’s fingers found the tight pucker of his arsehole. Merlin couldn’t believe this man who’d ignored him for three days wanted to screw him – he felt a surge of confidence.

“No lube – but I have an idea.”

Arthur moaned as Merlin’s finger began to slowly breach him, it was tight – oh, so tight and Merlin wondered if he’d ever had a cock in there, and if not – would he be willing. Arthur’s garbled ‘yes’ came out breathless as Merlin pushed in to his knuckle, all while keeping a hold of their cocks in the other hand.

“Spin around – now.” Merlin demanded while letting go of his position, his finger slid from Arthur amidst a protest.

Within a moment, Merlin was lying on his side – Arthur mimicking him but they were top and tail. If he thought Arthur might hesitate for a moment – he was wrong, very wrong. Hot lips engulfed his prick in a second of getting into position, Teeth dragged up his shaft while Arthur’s tongue swirled. Merlin’s shout was not faked.

Not wanting to appear selfish, Merlin grabbed the base of Arthur’s cock and licked him like a kid with ice-cream on a hot day. He didn’t want to miss a second of having this gorgeous man’s cock in his face. As he sucked Arthur, he also slid a finger into his mouth to get it slick with saliva and then without preamble he found Arthur’s hole and pushed in with no warning.

Arthur jerked around him, and Merlin felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. The sensation of a hot wet mouth licking and sucking his own hard cock and his mouth being full of prick was almost too much – and that was before Arthur reciprocated by pushing his own fingers into Merlin’s tight arse.

The sounds were obscenely loud and the accompanying groans made the entire encounter too hot. If anyone had been walking past, Merlin had no doubt they would have dropped their own pants and wanked themselves dry – they would have been that turned on.

As Arthur’s fingers quested deep and began to pump slowly Merlin did the same – they were in complete sync. Hollowing out his mouth Merlin sucked for all he was worth, while trying desperately to hold onto his own orgasm. It was impossible.

Three fingers deep inside of each other and Arthur jerked, seed slamming down Merlin’s throat. It sent Merlin off the edge and he clenched around Arthur’s fingers as he came almost violently. He hadn’t had an orgasm like that for a long time.

Flopping onto their respective backs panting hard, Arthur patted Merlin’s thigh.

“I’m not cold anymore.”

“You’re an idiot.” Merlin laughed back.

~~~~~~~

Merlin looked up – a fresh drink was sitting before him – he hadn’t even noticed anyone leaving it. He sat back, once again hard from his writing but also a little perturbed. This was almost a true story. He had wanted to know if Arthur had the hots for him in real life – which he knew was ridiculous, so he made his story Arthur a little like the real one. He even threw in the whole ‘I’ve wanted you since I first saw you’ line too.

Leaning his head back on his wingback chair, Merlin sighed heavily. This was going to be a problem – or was it? Merlin knew what the problem was – he was pushing his own desires into the story – he just needed to go back to writing complete smut in situations which could never happen. Yes, that was it. Merlin knew he was being delusional – he should try and write a children’s book instead and use all this writing energy for good – not shameful slutty porn with a man he’d never get to
fuck.

He looked up and only saw the dark haired girl behind the bar, he frowned before seeing Arthur coming down the hallway – he had a dark jacket thrown on over his work-shirt and he had a beer in his hand. Merlin couldn’t look away – after-work Arthur was hot.

He stopped by Merlin for a moment but didn’t sit down. Merlin felt a small pang of disappointment. He was being silly – they weren’t friends, barely strangers who’d shared a few words. Though for Merlin it felt like much more – he had after all sucked this man’s cock until he came hard. Enough – focus, Arthur was speaking.

“…yeah – so maybe next time, if you’re interested. I have this buck nights I’m heading to for a Uni mate – can’t get out of it. Just let me know – okay?”

“Um…” Merlin had no idea what Arthur meant – he missed the first part of the conversation dreaming about whether his dick was really as tasty as he imagined.

“Gotta go, see you soon, Merlin.” With that Arthur walked away to his mates, glancing over his shoulder once and giving Merlin a small finger wave.

Merlin watched as three men engulfed Arthur in back slapping and half hugs – before disappearing out the front door. Holy shit, what the hell just happened? And what was Merlin supposed to let him know?

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A/N: Thanks so much for reading - hopefully you're liking Merlin's addiction! :)

Also a huge thanks goes to Fire_Demon for reviewing - you cracked me up, and yes - Merlin needs to be a little less circumspect when stalking!! :)

K~