Writers Block

Merlin paid the cab driver and tiredly made his way to the front door of his unit. Once inside he dropped his duffel bag and slumped on the couch. Work had sent him overseas for two weeks, it was a last minute trip Bryce had set up, due to the fact ‘Merlin’s Meandering’s’ was becoming a very popular little weekend read. He hadn’t even had time to organise Gwaine to come water his plants, although if he had, Gwaine would have drunk all his beer – eaten every last pop-tart in his cupboard and wanked off to all the bad pornos Merlin had in his collection - which was only about ten he was proud to admit. His written porn collection was starting to slowly grow; he had three under his belt and was wondering how far his depraved mind would take him. Would he go back to the bar and find out?

“Pfffft…” Merlin hissed out loud. Of course he would, his travel writing had never been so flowing and interesting, and it was all Arthur’s fault. Merlin literally had no choice but to go back, well, that’s the story he was sticking with.

He looked at the clock – it was late, but it was also a Friday night, the bar would be open. Did he go down and see the blonde he’d wanked off to about fifty times in the last few weeks – or should he just stay at home? And do what, Merlin, he asked himself, wank off for the fifty first time?

Half an hour later found him walking into what he could confidently call his local now. He had practically commandeered a chair (in his mind anyway), knew a barman by their first name and had bought a ticket to win the meat tray in the weekly raffle, which he hadn’t won yet. He thought it was rigged.

Arthur glanced up and when Merlin smiled to say hello all he got was a small glare and a turned face. What was that about? Frowning, Merlin perched himself on a bar stool and waited to be served. Eventually Arthur came over.

“What’ll it be?” Arthur’s tone held no conversation, nor any warmth which had previously been apparent.

“Err, lager thanks.”

Arthur poured the beer and Merlin gave over the money – the exchange took all of five seconds and left Merlin feeling slightly put out. Why was Arthur being such a prick? When Merlin went to ask how he’d been the last few weeks Arthur had already taken off down the other end of the bar. He didn’t look back.

Feeling annoyed Merlin grabbed his usual chair. The fire was burning hot, and made him feel almost instantly tired after his long overhaul flight. Maybe coming out was a bad idea.
Getting grumpier every second, Merlin watched as Arthur slung things around the bar, obviously in an equally bad mood too.
There were no smiles, extra service or funky fruit in the cocktails and at one stage he saw the girl behind the bar hiss at him to leave for a while. He stalked off.

Merlin, although interest piqued didn’t go after him – he was just another patron not a friend which Arthur had so obviously proven. Pushing down the bitterness inside, he grabbed his notebook out and flicked through the pages. Merlin stopped vaguely at the Gladiator tale and smiled at the dominance he showed in the story. He wished he was a little more like that in real life. Maybe he needed another story like that – pump his own tyres so to speak.

Arthur had slipped back, and Merlin noticed his glass was empty, but when he went to the bar the girl asked him what he wanted. He ordered.

“So what have you been up to?” She chatted amiably as she poured his beer. He noticed Arthur stiffen up slightly while cutting limes in the corner.

“Just got back from a last minute two week overseas work trip actually – needed a beer and some good comp…a good beer I mean.” Crap, Merlin almost blew his ‘I’m cool and aloof’ card.

“Wow – what do you do?” The girl asked, placing her elbow on the counter and really listened to Merlin – this was a novel experience. Most people tended to ignore him – maybe his luck was changing.

“I actually write…”

“Porn,” Arthur interrupted making Merlin splutter.

The girl just punched Arthur on the arm and laughed while Merlin was turning the brightest shade of red and was only three degrees away from the temperature you needed to self-combust into nothing, leaving only jewellery behind. How in fuck did Arthur know? “Don’t be an idiot Arthur, you’ve flustered him.”

Arthur smirked, the first indication of friendliness from him that night – but Merlin was in melt-down mode – holy shit – he knew.

“I’m joking, Laura – he’s a novelist, though I’m not sure what kind – hang on – it could be porn couldn’t it?”

Merlin took three go’s to get a sentence out. He squeaked the first time, spluttered the second then finally managed to squeeze out ‘travel writer’.

“Oh, cool – I’ve bet you’ve seen loads of places – do you get any perks…oh hang on – I’ve got to serve.” Laura bounced off down the other end – leaving a still red Merlin and a rather smug looking Arthur.

“So you were really away?” Arthur finally spoke just as Merlin picked up his glass to go and sit down.

Annoyed, Merlin looked at him knowing a frown marred his features. How did this blonde man make him react so crazily? One minute he was mortified, the next flustered, three seconds later hard then angry beyond belief. Merlin was exhausted, and not just from his long plane ride, which was why he probably snapped.

“Of course I was bloody away. Being a porn writer – bloody hell, being a travel writer doesn’t mean I get to sit in a bar every other night copping abuse from a moody bartender.” With that he turned around and strode back to his chair and sat heavily, ignoring Arthur’s gaze. Bloody prat.

Merlin was trying not to think about why he was taking everything so personally. This was getting ridiculous. Arthur was just a muse – a means to an end. Arthur looked fuckable and that’s all his stories needed – he didn’t actually need to converse with the guy…did he? After all, he was only doing this to further his travel writing career – there was no other reason why he kept coming back here.

Looking down at the pad he’d pulled from his bag – the clear page beckoned to him. He needed to get some of this anger out before he got home. He had a brand new beer, plenty of time and a hankering to write out his problems.

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Merlin loved flying, had from the minute he’d stepped onto his first plane at the age of seven and had done everything in his power during his formative years to become a pilot. Originally he thought his only option was to fly commercial planes, he liked the idea of getting busy people to their destinations safely. The planes were huge and he’d get to fly all over the world. But after looking into it and getting his pilot’s license at the age of eighteen he decided on a different career path - The Royal Air Force.

If getting passengers safely to their destinations was something that made Merlin feel happy – flying planes into war to save his country made an even bigger impact on him. He loved it, no he adored it. The thrill of flying at unheard of speeds, dodging radars, having dog-fights mid-air as the sky and clouds rushed around you in a blur – gave him a hard-on almost every time.

He was currently sitting in the cockpit of his Typhoon fighter jet going through the post-flight checklist. He had originally started off flying the large helicopters aptly named Merlins – he got such a ribbing from his fellow RAF buddies he eventually trained for missions and upgraded to the fighters. His squadron had just flown in from starlight evasive manoeuvre training which Merlin had excelled at and was still on a bit of a high. Grinning as he flicked various switches before him he started when he heard his superior bark and order for him to be in a briefing in less than ten minutes. Swearing, Merlin finished up knowing he would be late – he never left his baby without looking after her properly.

Wing Commander Willcox was not in a good mood. Merlin could tell that as he waited to be announced into his office. Standing to attention he stopped just inside the door and saluted. When Willcox told him to stand at ease, Merlin came in further and almost stopped in his tracks – there was another man in the room.

One other reason Merlin really wanted to join the RAF – men in uniform. Personally he loved the white formal uniform of the Navy – but the deep blue of the RAF was not too shabby. And the man standing before Wing Commander Willcox’s desk certainly ticked all the boxes on Merlin’s uniform checklist.
He was tall, blonde and built like a man who knew how to fuck somebody into the ground. Merlin gulped wondering why this man was eliciting a response like this – it’s not like he knew him.

“Corporal Emrys – this is Sergeant Adonis, he’s transferred from the RAF Leuchars in Fife.”

The two men saluted the other then shook hands; Merlin noticed a slight hitch in the blonde’s breath as if he recognised him. On closer inspection there was something familiar about him – but Merlin had always had a thing for blondes since he was fifteen, his first ever encounter was with a gorgeous young man behind an underage disco. The good looking ones tended to all appear similar after a while. Although, this one was exceptional, his uniform was tight on his arms and the waist was cinched so it showed off a well looked after body. The blue eyed man frowned slightly at Merlin’s lack of reaction.
As he let go of Merlin’s hand the Sergeant trailed his middle finger along his palm, making Merlin swallow harder than he intended.

“Now I know it’s unorthodox, as Sergeant Adonis is a rank above you, but I’m running low on man-power due to the RAF games. I need you to show him around the base and get him set up with a place to sleep. Can I leave that to you Corporal?”

Merlin saluted, “Yes, Sir.” He really wanted to ask if he could set this Sergeant up in his bed for the night – but thought it was very unlikely to get the response he wanted.

They left almost immediately, Merlin stopping at the door and holding it open for the Sergeant. The blonde’s blue eyes alighted on Merlin’s face once more before flicking past and walking out of the room. Following him down the hallway,
Merlin once again wondered at this man’s strange reaction of him.

Walking in total silence was not something Merlin did well; he was what some of his mates called a ‘chatty Cathy’.

“So Fife hey, wouldn’t be cold up there in Scotland much?”

“No colder than Cornwall can be.” The response was instant and
Merlin almost drooled at the deep voice this man possessed.

“Cornwell, that’s where I grew up,”

“Really...” The blonde drawled with a little snark in his voice.

Merlin stopped talking and started to think this man was just a rude prick. Unfortunately the RAF was full of them. Pointing out the mess hall and the officers rooms, they finally made their way to the showers. It was practically empty – being almost ten thirty at night meant most of the men were already asleep ready for the early start. Merlin liked to buck the trend by staying up later and avoiding lights out – he was always getting reprimanded by not being in bed when he was supposed to.

Eventually with little to no talking – Merlin dropped the Sergeant off at his new bunk.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll like it here, it’s a great base and the men are brilliant. I’m beat, so shower and bed for me.” Merlin stood to attention and saluted his superior, “Sergeant
Adonis.” Then he practically clicked his heels and strode off,
leaving the blonde to do whatever it was he wanted.

Fifteen minutes later found Merlin using his favourite shower. The hot water never ran out and it was right down the back of the showers – slightly out of view of the others. It was the only one with a half wall and Merlin loved hiding behind it and leaning over so the hot water soothed his aching back muscles.

As he began to soap himself up for the second time he heard a noise behind him, unusual at this time of night for someone else to shower but not unheard of. Looking over his shoulder Merlin almost lost his balance and fell flat on his arse. The Sergeant was standing behind him, feet evenly spaced, hands behind his back, head held high and completely and utterly butt naked. Although there was water surrounding him everywhere – Merlin’s mouth went dry.

“Sergeant..?” Merlin managed to squeak out, eyes travelling the entirety of this man’s perfectly formed body, finally resting on his semi-hard cock. Oh hell, Merlin wanted to fuck him stupid. But, something niggled in the back of his brain – how could this man make him respond like this?

“Merlin.”

The man took a step forward raising his hand and feeling the stream of hot water from Merlin’s shower. Merlin gulped – he hadn’t told this man his first name, and he was definitely within licking distance…touching distance.

“How…”

“You can just call me Arthur if you’d like.”

Then it smacked Merlin right in the middle of his eyes.
“Fucking hell – Arthur, as in…Arthur, Arthur?”

Arthur just smirked in response and crowded Merlin even more,
sharing the stream of water. Merlin let him.

He couldn’t believe it; he hadn’t seen Arthur since he was fifteen. Their last parting consisted of Merlin sucking his cock so hard they both couldn’t breathe properly for ten minutes, that was behind the disco. Arthur was Merlin’s first gay experience, and by fuck he’d grown up.

“You’ve changed…” Merlin started, then wanted to face-palm himself immediately, it looked like his wit had left to make more room for blood pumping towards his dick.

Arthur looked Merlin in the eyes, before dropping his gaze slowly. A sexy smirk spread across his face, making him look a lot younger than his late twenties. Before Merlin could react – Arthur had grasped his cock in hand. Merlin jerked slightly from the shock of being grabbed, but as Arthur began to lazily stroke him into hardness he relaxed and let a small moan out.

Arthur leant over, resting his hot mouth near Merlin’s ear all while his fingers danced up his shaft. “My one regret about our little disco fun – you never got to fuck me like you said you would.”

Merlin about lost his life then – was Arthur really going to let him fuck his hard and gorgeous arse? He remembered the garbled words while sucking Arthur off as a fifteen year old. His mouth full of cock and a finger up the blonde’s arse, Merlin had promised to fuck Arthur into the wall.

“That’s easily remedied.” Merlin responded, taking the upper hand and pushing Arthur against the cold wall. Arthur hissed in a breath at the sensation, but his eyes were hooded as he watched Merlin’s lips come closer.

Their mouths clashed in a raw need, all teeth and tongue – it was the hottest kiss Merlin had ever been a part of. Pushing his body against Arthur’s, their hard cocks met and Arthur began to undulate against him creating a beautiful friction.
Merlin pushed his hips into the blonde further eliciting a growl from deep in his throat. Bloody hell he wanted his cock buried to the balls in this man – and soon.

Grabbing his shower gel and knowing it was no substitute for lube Merlin coated his fingers liberally all while biting Arthur’s bottom lip. Fuck lube – he had this man here and now – he would make do. He slid a finger inside of the tight blonde up to the knuckle. Arthur bucked a little but moaned into Merlin’s neck.

“More…”

Merlin obliged. He couldn’t imagine any place in the world he would rather be than three fingers deep with this gorgeous man, one who had given Merlin his first shared orgasm many years earlier. Arthur bit into Merlin’s neck as the Corporal’s fingers quested and crooked deep in his body.

“Now…” the word was almost torn form Arthur’s lust filled throat. Merlin had found Arthur’s sweet spot and continued to pump into him hitting it every other time. The blonde was wrecked and Merlin was only just beginning to play.

Roughly, Merlin spun Arthur around so his front was squashed against the tiled wall. He spread his cheeks and played with the puckered and prepared hole for a moment, watching mesmerized as Arthur’s hips bucked. The blonde’s deep growls became even lower each time Merlin’s fingers slid past the tight ring of muscle and searched deeper. He wasn’t being gentle about it either but if anything it seemed to turn Arthur on even more.

Arthur threw his head back as Merlin lined up his soaped cock, rubbing against his hole letting the head of his cock tease by thrusting in an inch then pulling back out. But, Merlin was only human and the small gasps of pleasure and Arthur’s insistence on pushing back onto his cock made his lose his reason. With one long hard thrust he impaled Arthur on his prick. He stopped when he felt his balls slap lightly on Arthur’s hot skin, and waited. The feeling of bare skin in bare skin made Merlin almost come instantly, this was not a good practise – he usually prided himself on his safety, but Arthur had made him lose his head.

“Move – now. God – I need you to move. Fuck me, Merlin – fuck me into the wall.”

What else could he do but comply. Thrust after thrust, groan and moans stifled under the rush of water, Merlin fucked his Sergeant hard and fast. It was the most intense shower Merlin had ever had. His hand snaked around to grab Arthur’s cock and found his own hand being covered by the blonde’s. They both jerked his cock as Merlin’s breath started to come in short sharp bursts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Arthur came long and loud – white streaks hitting the wall before them. Merlin kept thrusting but Arthur’s clenching had created an intense friction he couldn’t bear and his own cock throbbed hard as he came deep inside of the blonde. They stood there for a few minutes, Merlin slowly going soft in Arthur’s tight hole - sated.

“It was well worth the wait…” Arthur finally chuckled softly. Merlin couldn’t help but agree.

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“Okay – I admit I’m an arse.”

Merlin jerked himself from his writing and for a moment an RAF Sergeant was standing before him. Shakily he took a sip of beer, only realising too late it was empty. Had Arthur just said arse – oh god – Merlin had it bad. He wondered how he could get Arthur to wear a uniform – just once – just so Merlin could see how bad it looked then this fantasy could be put away never to be looked at again. Liar.

“Huh?” Merlin said like the most intelligent being on the
planet.

“You called me on it and I’m agreeing – I was being a knob towards you.” Arthur looked around before slinging himself into the chair opposite Merlin.

Merlin just wished Arthur would stop using sexy words like arse, knob…

“Admit it, I was being a cock.”

Merlin almost groaned.

“And if I do – what does that prove?” Merlin had managed to get his voice back to a normal register.

“Absolutely nothing – but I’ll give you a free beer.” Arthur gave Merlin a half grin and he was lost.

“Well, for a free beer I’ll call you anything you want.” Merlin only realised after the sentence was out and the look on Arthur’s face that it could have been misinterpreted – badly. “I mean…”

Arthur threw his head back and laughed. “Your face, Merlin – priceless.” He indicated over his shoulder and before Merlin knew it Laura had brought over two fresh lagers.

“Why on earth does she wait on you – you’re a lazy sod.” Merlin said as he took a long gulp.

“I pay her well.”

“Right,” Merlin drawled at Arthur’s joke. “So why were you being a…why were you in a bad mood?”

“Being a right prick you mean?” Merlin nodded having given up on hoping Arthur would curb his tongue. “Actually it was you.”

Merlin sat back quickly, a little shocked – what in hell had he done? Apart from write inappropriate smutty scenes about him, which was completely work related not personal in the slightest. Merlin couldn’t help the insane part of his brain which started to wonder if Arthur had actually taken a cock before. Merlin had written it in so Arthur bottomed, only to be in charge but the thought was quite alluring. Merlin was easy – he’d been on both ends, and enjoyed them equally – but the thought of pounding into Arthur …should not be occurring at all.

Arthur continued when he realised Merlin wasn’t saying anything, and if he noticed Merlin shifting uncomfortably he never indicated it. “Well, I guess in the end it was me.”

Completely confused Merlin crooked an eyebrow. “So you were acting like a dick because of me but it was really you?”

Arthur let out a chuckle, “Yep, that’s about it.”

“Well I’m glad we cleared that up.” Merlin started to place his notebook away – he was actually surprised it didn’t have steam coming up from the pages – he had no idea where his ideas were coming from. Looking back at Arthur he knew exactly where they were coming from – he just didn’t know why.

“The other week I asked if you’d be free to catch up – maybe catch a game. You look like an interesting person, Merlin.
Thought you were being an arrogant prick and ignoring me the last few weeks. That aside, when can I read some of your stuff?”

Merlin knew he looked like a deer caught in the headlights, Arthur had asked to catch a game – did he want to be friends, or was he being polite to the strange gangly man who came in alone to drink and write? Oh god, that’s what he was supposed to let Arthur know – he felt like an idiot. He’d been too busy thinking inappropriate thoughts and missed a real opportunity to maybe make friends with the barman. Then he realised what Arthur had just asked, he was indicating to the pad Merlin had just put away - he stumbled over his words. “Err…”

“You said a travel writer – I assume you give articles to a paper.” Arthur was staring at Merlin like he was a little simple – he was acting it. “Unless, shit. Sorry, are you published? Now I feel like a jerk-off, carrying on when you probably haven’t sold any of your pieces. Are you any good?”

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.” Merlin groused lightly; glad the topic was off what might have been hidden in Merlin’s rather large notebook. This man was messing with Merlins equilibrium; he was starting to get a little angry again. “I’m in the local paper and have a blog called ‘Merlin’s Meandering’s’, if you read – that’s where you’ll find me.”

“If I read?” Arthur’s eyes narrowed slightly and before he could retaliate they were interrupted.

“Oi, Arthur are you going to sit there and flirt all night – or are you going to bloody work?” Laura’s laughing voice carried across the bar.

Merlin watched in interest as Arthur’s face started to show a slight sign of reddening around the edges. Why on earth would that embarrass him, she was ribbing him, that’s all. Ah, the other patrons – Arthur didn’t want to be teased in front of the whole bar – he understood the feeling.

“She really should get the sack.” Arthur said as he downed the last of his drink.

“Well, she probably will soon anyway – from what I understand your boss sounds like an absolute wanker.”

Arthur smirked as he stood and took one of Merlin’s empty glasses. “I know firsthand what a wanker he is. I’m the boss.”

Arthur did that whole wink thing again as he walked off, chuckling at Merlin’s shocked face. Merlin was going from bad to worse with trying to get to know Arthur - he had just called him a wanker – to his face. Somebody needed to shoot him now and get it over with, because all he could now think about was Arthur wanking and it was making him hard again.

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A/N: Thanks for reading :)