Writers Block

Merlin blearily opened one eye, he felt drool running down his chin, his pillow was stuck to his face and at some point somebody had broken into his house and lodged an axe in his head. He felt wretched, no - he felt like death warmed up, then left to get cold again, then reheated too hot – then left until room temperature had been reached before being thrown in the bin due to spoiling. So far the thirteen seconds he’d been awake had been rotten.

He slowly made his way from his side to his back and tried once more to open the other eye, which seemed glued shut. It finally came open – the room was blurry. Merlin had to get his contacts today at some point – if he didn’t die from Gwaine poisoning. As he tested how much his eyesight was from lack of glasses or being hung-over he saw something sitting on his bedside table. A tall glass filled with water and a small packet of paracetamol sat there invitingly. Frowning, Merlin wondered how on earth he remembered to do something like that – because he knew Gwaine would never be so kind.

Groaning at the movement Merlin managed to sit up enough to down the tablets and drain the glass – he felt…still shit. He propped himself up a little more on his pillows and tried thinking back on the night before – a massive blur was all he could recall. He remembered going to the bar, Arthur’s weird reaction, the damn bottle of tequila and Gwaine making inappropriate comments on how much the barman wanted to fuck him. The rest…nothing.

Shutting his eyes again, Merlin’s mind wandered – then suddenly he snapped his eyes open – his satchel – holy hell, where was it? Falling out of bed and slamming head first into the ground he swore loudly and practically crawled from his room. Gwaine was not on the sofa and Merlin was too worried to care where he was, maybe he did get lucky. As he scrambled towards the couch, he saw his satchel by the kitchen table – thrown on the ground. He heaved out a sigh and fell onto his back next to the couch. He couldn’t think of anything worse than leaving it in the bar. Imagine if Arthur had found it. His stomach roiled at the thought and he couldn’t tell if it was the thought of Arthur finding out what a freaky deviant he was or if he would vomit up tequila remnants. It was the latter – Merlin managed to get to the toilet in time.

Twenty minutes later, and holding his pounding head, Merlin made it to the kitchen and saw in complete surprise a coffee mug with coffee and sugar already placed inside, the kettle full and waiting to be turned on. He was completely impressed at his frame of mind the night before.

Sitting down and putting his feet on the coffee table Merlin noticed his phone sitting there on a note. The little blue light was flashing, indicating a message. He grabbed it and the note and checked his phone first. It was a picture message from Gwaine and Merlin went clammy. It was taken from afar, Merlin leaning across the bar whispering in Arthur’s ear – who was laughing. The text just said ‘I wonder what slutty things you were whispering’.
Merlin felt bile rise again – oh, no – he couldn’t remember
anything – why couldn’t he remember anything!?

“Holy fucking hell, shit – fuck!” Merlin knew he had a smart dirty mouth when drunk. This morning was turning into much more than just a hang-over, it was shaping up to be the most mortifying morning of his life.

It was then he felt the note crumpled in his hand, he’d almost forgotten it. He didn’t recognise the handwriting, but as he read, he knew who it was from and realised he may actually never be able to leave the house again, not unless he was wearing a trench-coat, hat, glasses and a fake nose and moustache.

Merlin,

I hope you wake up with the biggest hang-over in the world – you certainly deserve it, you bloody twits drank me out of tequila last night. I left your house keys on the table, there is cold water in the fridge and the local pizza place number is on your counter – I can’t see you leaving the house today and you need to eat – seriously you have no food in your fridge – how do you live?

Let me know when you’re alive, you were in pretty bad shape last night, slightly delirious – talking about Gladiators and Firemen…just text me – can’t have my number one customer die from alcohol poisoning – wouldn’t look good for my bar.

Arthur

A number was scrawled on the bottom of the note, but Merlin could hardly breathe – gladiators and firemen? He had fucking been talking about his fantasy writing – how much did he say, what did he say and could he ever look Arthur in his gorgeous blue eyes again? Then it hit him – he had Arthur’s number. It was the most unorthodox way of getting one – but he still had it. He needed to apologise, he grasped his phone and entered the number into his contacts, then sat there for ten minutes looking at Arthur’s name in his phone. What could he write, ‘sorry for being a complete tosser – I ramble when drunk so take no notice – PS I think you’re scrumptious and want to suck your cock?

Hey, Merlin here – I’m alive, but not well….I blame you as the responsible server of alcohol as to how I feel today…thanks for the water, and not robbing me.

He sat back and looked at the text before sending it; he decided it was best to not mention the cock sucking. Pressing send, he sat back and ran a hand through his hair – he needed a shower, food and a new head. He nervously looked at his phone, then picked it up again and re-read his text – maybe he should have…

“Stop being a girl, Emrys. Put the phone down and stop over thinking everything.”

He left the phone on his coffee table, drained his hot drink and stumbled to the shower, congratulating himself for only hitting the wall four times on the way down the hall.

When he came back the light still wasn’t flashing and he pushed down the worry in his guts – Arthur was probably asleep or busy. It was as he was struggling to find the hole in his shirt to get his head through he heard the familiar beep of his phone.

Tripping over his shoes, he made it to the lounge with little to no injuries and grabbed his phone then swore. It was bloody Gwaine, he read the text which practically told Merlin that he had spent the night with a lovely lady, and now was making himself at home with a ceramic pillow for the foreseeable future.
Annoyed that Gwaine got laid and glad he was also sick he threw his phone on the couch and made his way to the kitchen – another coffee was on the cards. His phone beeped again.

There was nothing worth robbing – except your collectible Lord of the Rings chess set, which was too big to fit in my bag. Come past the bar when you’re up and not looking like Frankenstein’s monster – I have the best hangover cure.

Merlin read the message a few times – should he go now? His head spun a little, but he had to get his car at some point – it was still in the car-park he figured. Plus he needed to get contacts, and some food as Arthur had pointed out. Merlin felt a small pang in his gut – he had the blonde bartender in his unit and he couldn’t remember a thing about it.

If the cure isn’t sitting on the bar when I get there, I’m never visiting your establishment again.

He grabbed his satchel, keys and a bottle of water and began to walk. It took half an hour – it would usually take ten minutes – Merlin was still feeling crappy. He was thankful for the darkness of the bar, and as he pulled his sunnies off and replaced them with his glasses he saw Arthur behind the bar – a cold concoction in a tall glass sitting there waiting. He couldn’t help but smile.

“You survived – didn’t know if you would.” Arthur smirked as he pushed the glass towards Merlin. His gaze held Merlin’s for the longest minute, like he wanted to say more but didn’t. Wondering at the intense look Merlin looked down at the drink before replying.

“I haven’t yet – the next ten hours are critical, I could still die.” Merlin said as he took a tentative sip – it was horrible. Arthur’s laugh didn’t make him feel any better – just made him slightly horny.

“Drink it all – sit down and I’ll get us some lunch ordered.”

Merlin stumbled over to his chair and sat down, resting his head against the back of it. Hang-on did Arthur just say – get us lunch? The bar was busy for a Sunday lunch and Merlin knew he misheard – he needed to distract himself from his headache and knew what he needed. He needed a fantasy – Merlin was officially obsessed, and he couldn’t stop. He grabbed his pad and saw Arthur looking at him – he gave Merlin a half smirk then continued to pour a beer. Merlin frowned, what was that about? He looked down and saw the pad open to his Gladiator story and wondered why he’d left it at that place – he usually left it on a clean page – he really was wasted last night. Shrugging he grabbed his pen and began to write.

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Merlin looked up at the large building before him, a small notation next to the buzzer said ‘Pendragon’s photography’ and he pushed it, waiting to be let in. He’d wanted to get his mum something special for her birthday and along with the stage show tickets he’d gotten her – he thought a nice photo of him would be good. She was always complaining that she never had an up-to date picture to show her friends and as much as Merlin didn’t like the idea – it was for his mum.

He’d seen an advertisement in his local paper for Pendragon’s Photography and when he looked online he seemed to be very talented and reasonably priced. Plus it was only two streets away from his house. Merlin heard the buzzer go and he let himself inside.

The first thing he noticed when he got to the small reception area was the huge black and white pictures hanging on every surface. There were children, cityscapes, couples and a few artfully sexy ones. He found his eyes drawn to the picture of a man’s torso, the lines of his chiselled abs and ‘v’ making him feel a little hot under the collar. This photographer was very good.

“Hello,” Merlin called out, since nobody was at the desk.
He heard a bang and a muttered oath and stifled a smile, then he lost the ability to function as a blonde man came from the other room. He was tall, had a muscly frame and looked nothing like the nerdy photographer Merlin had expected. Blue eyes met his and he saw the blonde’s widen slightly as he took in a sharp breath. A hand was thrust out, and Merlin took it gingerly, still a little off balance at how utterly perfect this man looked.

“Arthur Pendragon – glad to meet you,” he said genuinely pleased.
“Merlin – thanks so much for slotting me in – this was a little last minute.”

Arthur looked Merlin up, from floor to head and smiled, it made Merlin’s chest pulse. “No problems, always glad to help out. So this is for somebody special?”

When Merlin nodded his head yes, he swore the blonde’s smile slipped slightly, before he nodded and indicated Merlin should precede him into the studio.

“Is there anything in particular you wanted?” Arthur said as he started to fiddle with his camera.

Merlin thought back to the photo in the reception, “Black and white maybe – tasteful but not over-posed I guess.”

Arthur nodded and gave Merlin a half smile, “Well, I have the perfect model to work with, those cheekbones…we’ll come up with something perfect for this lucky special someone – I promise.”

Merlin suppressed a shiver of delight at Arthur’s words; he made it sound like they were doing something other than taking a few shots for his mother. He watched in interest as Arthur made up a chaise lounge with flowing dark silks draped over it. He thought it might be a bit much for a birthday shoot – but what did he know – he wasn’t artistic at all.

“Sit there, I’m going to take a few test shots – see if the lighting and positioning is right.”

Merlin nodded and awkwardly sat on the edge of the chaise and looked at Arthur, not sure whether to smile or not. Instead he glanced over to the window and watched the city start to fall into dusk – he loved it at night, the lights, the excitement the thought anything could happen anywhere.

He didn’t notice the shutter clicking, nor when it stopped. He finally looked around to find Arthur staring at him unabashedly.

“Perfect…” he whispered before firing off a few more rounds.

Merlin didn’t know what he was talking about, the lighting – the colours? “Err, did I need to smile or anything.”

Arthur stopped and stood up straight behind the tripod, “Maybe not for the shoot I have in mind, you can take your jacket off now.”

Without wondering why Merlin complied immediately feeling like Arthur was in complete charge of him. Where this trust came from he didn’t know – but Arthur was the creative one and knew best.
“Now stand up, but place your knee on the lounge casually, so you’re bending slightly and looking into the lens.”

“Like this?” Merlin asked hesitantly when he thought he was doing it correctly. Arthur pondered a moment before striding over and spreading his knee out a little further, and curving his spine a bit more. He was in very close proximity and Merlin felt his breath catch. Arthur smelt delicious.

“Better,” Arthur whispered in his ear. Merlin felt his stomach tremble.

He took a few more shots and told Merlin to look to the side again. Merlin did – and wondered if his mother would be happy with a shot where she actually couldn’t see Merlin’s face properly. But in that moment it felt slightly magic with an air of electricity in the air – Arthur was very good at his job.

“Now straddle the chair, knee still up and hold the back of the lounge, and look at me over your shoulder.”

Once again Merlin complied, but couldn’t help ask, “Are you sure – I mean isn’t this a little…out there for a shot?”

“Trust me – it will look amazing on film.” Arthur said as the camera began to click again.

Merlin looked over his shoulder and thought that Arthur would know what would look good – he was after all a professional. Maybe different positions looked better for a head shot. As he looked, he realised he was no longer staring into the lens – he was watching Arthur. He was lost in the camera, he was gorgeous, creative and Merlin felt the stirrings of a hard-on. They were alone, it was getting dark and Merlin was straddling a chair – the soft cushion before him pressing into his groin. He shifted a little and he felt Arthur’s gaze return his. He swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in more than interest. He was starting to imagine the photographer bending him over this chaise and….

“Take your shirt off and unbutton the top two buttons of your jeans.” Arthur’s voice dropped an octave lower and Merlin felt it slice through his groin. Shit he couldn’t do that – Arthur would see his hardness straight away. Not to mention it was a completely inappropriate photo for his mother. But, instead of saying his thoughts, he grasped the neck of his t-shirt and ripped it off in one motion.

Arthur stalked across the room and if it wasn’t so dark Merlin might have been able to see if his pupils were dilated or not, as it was he could just make out flushed cheeks. Then a light was turned on, so bright it made Merlin squint.

“Sorry – I just need the light – you have the most amazing curve to your chest – I need to capture it.” Arthur pulled Merlin into another position, his hands grasping Merlin’s hips and pulling him forward slightly. As Merlin’s heartbeat threatened to rip out of his chest, Arthur deftly unbuttoned the top of Merlin’s jeans, exposing the dark blue of his tight jockey shorts. His cock was semi-hard and Arthur stilled for a moment before capturing Merlin’s gaze.

Merlin knew his face was red in embarrassment but he didn’t care. Arthur was right there, fingers on his pants. And before Merlin could say or do anything else, Arthur had ran back to the camera, pulling it from the tripod and coming closer to do shots freehand.

The next few minutes were a blur of different expressions and positions as Arthur guided Merlin to where he wanted him. By now Merlin was painfully hard and if he wasn’t mistaken there was a responding bulge in Arthur’s trousers. But, the blonde didn’t do anything about this and Merlin wondered why.

“I need to put another film in; it’ll take just a moment. You can take your jeans off now if you want.” It was said so matter of fact, Merlin shucked his jeans still a little unsure of how Arthur was going to react at his very obvious hard on. He adjusted himself better and watched as Arthur took his own jacket off, leaving a tight white t-shirt. Within a second Arthur was back, pushing Merlin down on the lounge telling him to look up into the lens.

“Now, I want you to think something hot, okay?”

Merlin frowned, “Like what?”

“Well, okay – think about someone sucking you into his mouth, swirling your cock with his tongue.”

Merlin let out an undignified squeak and felt pre-come ooze from his cock. “Err…”

“Or how about your boyfriend fucking you senseless after he sees the sexy photo’s you’ve done for him.”

Merlin blinked once then again slowly. “I…I don’t have a boyfriend…”

Arthur let the camera drop down to his side and looked at Merlin breathing heavily. This close Merlin could see Arthur’s hard cock through his pants. “You don’t…then…?”

“I’m Merlin Emrys, here for the 6pm shot for my mother’s birthday…”

“Holy, shit.” Arthur breathed, then before Merlin could even think about what had been happening the camera was dropped on the chaise and Arthur’s lips crashed onto his. The kiss was hot, wet and desperate – it was like they were trying to climb into each-others mouths. Teeth meshed and tongues tried for domination before Arthur let his mouth trail lower, sucking at Merlin’s pulse-point. “I thought you were M. Andrews – here for the explicit shots…”

Merlin groaned as Arthur’s tongue licked down to his collarbone.
“You do explicit shots?”

“Yeah – hang on.” Arthur looked up smirking. “You took your clothes off for a mother’s birthday shot – what kind of weirdo
are you?”

“You idiot,” Merlin laughed then moaned as Arthur dawdled lower,
“I thought it was odd, but I’ve never done…ohhh.”

Merlin trailed off as Arthur hot mouth closed over his dick still encased in his tight underwear. He breathed heavily and Merlin could feel the warmth and he squirmed. He wanted Arthur’s hot mouth wrapped around his cock. The photographer didn’t disappoint.

Underwear was ripped down his thighs and Merlin watched as Arthur’s eager mouth devoured his hard prick. Merlin bucked at the heat and tongue which immediately started to make him lose sense of where he was. Arthur’s head bobbed up and down as Merlin looked down in awe and wonder. This absolute god was sucking his cock like a pro. Merlin was in heaven.

He grasped Arthur’s head and began to move his hips in time with Arthur’s sucking, he felt the blonde hum around him and suddenly he was moving. Merlin was spun onto his front.

“On your hands and knees, now!” Arthur’s voice was hoarse with want; Merlin didn’t even think and was in position within a second of being told.

Fingers and tongue assaulted his hole and he yelled out into the studio loudly while Arthur made him whimper with his touch. When he was stretched and mewling, Arthur stood up and slapped him hard on the arse once. Merlin almost came. He looked over his shoulder and saw Arthur strip off completely and his mouth went dry at the size of the blonde’s cock – holy mother in hell – it couldn’t fit, surely.

Arthur sat back on the chaise and pulled Merlin on-top of him so his chest was flush with Merlin’s back. Merlin could feel Arthur’s massive prick on the small of his back and he shivered with want. Then lubed up fingers were back in his hole, stretching, testing and making Merlin gasp. He hadn’t seen Arthur get anything - it was a fucking amazing feeling being opened up while somebody kissed along the back of your neck.

Lining himself up, Arthur pulled Merlin up slightly before positioning his cock then slamming Merlin’s lap back down. He yelled out, completely seated with Arthur’s cock so far up his arse he couldn’t breathe. They stayed like that a minute as Arthur continued to lick and kiss Merlin’s neck.

Then it began. The fucking of a lifetime – the best screw Merlin had ever experienced. Arthur’s cock filled him again and again, teasing by almost coming all the way out before slamming back inside. Merlin was stretched and sore and in utter bliss. Arthur had stamina like a berserker and sweat soon beaded them both. He lifted Merlin up and pushed him into the couch, his head was down and his arse up in the air. Arthur stood up and slammed into him again and again hitting that sweet spot over and over until
Merlin was a wet mess beneath him unable to do anything but whimper.

Then Merlin came – all over the silk, and as his arse clenched with his orgasm he heard Arthur yell and follow suit. They fell in a tangled sweaty heap, breathing heavily, sated and content.

“Maybe we shouldn’t give your mum these pictures…”

“You think?” Merlin laughed.

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“Lunch is up.” Arthur stood before Merlin, his groin right in Merlin’s line of sight. It took a fair bit of willpower not to reach out and grasp his prick, just to see if it was as large as he’d just imagined. Merlin loved a huge cock filling him completely up. Then his head came back into the now. The fantasy was just that – a fantasy.

“Up where?” Merlin asked, voice a little husky from his hang-over.

Arthur just started at him; then shook his head as if ridding a thought - he glanced at Merlin’s book. “Out in the garden – thought you could use some fresh air – and I’m on break for half an hour. You really shouldn’t be working in your condition. Though I’m curious what holiday is so important you have to write about it still bollocks from the night before.”

Merlin flushed red, if only Arthur knew.

“It’s not really for work – although, in a way it is.” Merlin replied intelligently, but followed the blonde outside, the whole time trying to get pictures of sitting on his lap out of his head. It must have been the tequila because for some reason Arthur seemed to be extra attentive today. Maybe he was worried Merlin really did have alcohol poisoning.

“Work related, hey - in what way?” Arthur asked as he sat them down at a table with two plates. There were schnitzels on both and wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli – it was the perfect hangover meal. Now he just had to deflect Arthur’s sudden interest in his writing.

“The reason I was here last night, the celebration, didn’t I say?” Merlin took a large mouthful of meat and groaned – it was amazing. He looked up and saw Arthur watching him closely; he quickly looked down at his own plate and started to eat, shaking his head to indicate Merlin didn’t tell him. “I’ve been offered an interview with the biggest travel magazine in the world.”

Arthur put his fork down and leant over slapping Merlin’s shoulder. “That’s fantastic. So you were working on interview questions and answers?”

Merlin took another mouthful and chewed slowly. He didn’t really want to lie to Arthur but clearly the truth was off the table. Why on earth was he suddenly interested in Merlin’s career? It dawned on Merlin a second later – they were becoming friends, real friends’ no longer just acquaintances in a bar. They were having lunch sharing a conversation. Merlin felt a little thrill at the thought of getting to know Arthur more. Maybe he could find out if he was gay then realised that was not what friendship was about – but of course it could just come up in conversation.
He decided to stick to the truth as much as possible.

“It’s kind of a technique I’m working on. I free write stupid stories to improve my travel writing, it’s all an exercise – I throw them away afterwards.” Okay that was a lie. He saw Arthur frown.

“You throw them away – really? And you think they are stupid, I’d like to read one just so I can tell you if you’re a crap writer or not.” Behind Arthur’s teasing words Merlin heard the truth and felt the blood drain from his face.

“Maybe, one day - when I’m good enough for your clearly superior tastes. I’m sure you would laugh at my ramblings.”

“I bet I wouldn’t.” Arthur said so quietly Merlin wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear it or not.

They finished up laughing and talking about nothing more involved than Gwaine and his tawdry night at the bar. More than once Merlin flushed red when he found out a stupid thing he’d done.
“Thanks again for making sure I got home safe.” Merlin mumbled a little embarrassed at having to put it into words.

“That’s what friends do, Merlin.” Arthur smirked, “They also never let you live down the fact you were chatting to the condom machine in the men’s toilets.”

Merlin groaned and rubbed his face, he was an idiot. A serving girl came out and cleared their plates and Merlin started to feel a little weary, plus he needed to go home and wank desperately – his fantasy really got to him today.

“I’m going to head home, thanks again for lunch and the pay outs, much appreciated.”

Arthur just smirked, “My pleasure, Merlin. Now go home get some sleep and keep writing – I want to read something very soon.” He paused then his eyes lit up, Merlin was mesmerised by the spark in the blueness. “Hey, I have a brilliant idea, maybe you could write me in as a character.”

Merlin swallowed hard. “Maybe…” it came out a little breathlessly as Arthur said goodbye and strode off to work.

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A/N - thanks for reading! And a special thanks to Fire_Demon, you freaking crack me up - love your reviews! :) And you seem to know whats going on more than I do!!