Writers Block

It was a few days later when Merlin heard from the travel magazine about the interview, one of the editors was going to be in town and wanted to meet him in person. Merlin felt sick in the guts – what if they didn’t like him? What if they took one look at his portfolio and decided he wasn’t good enough. Merlin didn’t take rejection well, nobody did really – but he seemed to be worried in this case. It was his dream, he was equal parts excited and equal parts terrified.

He owned one suit – one ridiculously expensive suit Gwaine made him buy the last time they flew over to Vegas for a boy’s weekend. He didn’t remember the purchase or being fitted for it, but his credit card certainly let him know it when the repayments had to be made. Mr Hugo Boss must be a very rich man. But, it fit like a glove and the deep almost black grey made Merlin look like a professional who knew what he wanted. There was a first for everything. He had to make a good impression.

Staring into his own dark blue eyes in the mirror he tried to psyche himself up, he could get this job, he deserved it, Merlin Emrys was good enough. The beep on his phone interrupted his little mantra.

Good luck today, I have a fresh bottle of tequila ordered in for a celebration on getting the job.

Heart in his throat Merlin read the message twice in quick succession, Arthur remembered – he’d only mentioned this in passing, but the thought of tequila made his stomach turn. Or was it the fact Arthur text him?

His fingers hovered over the reply, he couldn’t think – his perfect celebration would be to push his tongue so far down Arthur’s throat he forgot his own name and begged Merlin to touch him. Like that would ever happen. Now they were becoming friends Merlin had to stop these ludicrous urges – he had a suspicion it would be like learning not to breath.

There isn’t a job in the world I want enough to celebrate with tequila – I think I almost threw up in my mouth at the thought. Thanks though, but a lager will suffice, if I get the job or not.

Merlin grabbed everything he needed and left the house. The drive only took twenty minutes; the interview was quite informal, being held in the coffee shop of the large fancy hotel the editor was staying at. Before he went inside he checked his phone one last time before going inside.

You’ll get it, they would be idiots not to hire you – you have real talent.

Merlin frowned as the shut off song played on the phone. Had Arthur finally looked up his blog? He must have – how else would he know whether Merlin had talent or not.

He saw the editor straight away and managed to make it to the table without tripping or making an idiot of himself. The first thing he noticed about the man who was interviewing him was how incredibly smart and good looking he was. Merlin swallowed, he always got nervous around incredibly handsome men – although he wasn’t with Arthur anymore. This thought calmed him down enough to hold out his hand and give a firm handshake.

“Hello, Merlin – I’m Evan. It’s nice to finally meet you in person. We’ve been following you for some time now.”

Merlin hid his shock well, while on the inside he was dancing around the room. The interview process went reasonably quickly, Evan asked many questions about where Merlin had been and some of his most memorable trips, where he went to University, if he was married and if the amount of travel involved with the new job would infringe on his personal life.
Merlin almost snorted at the last question, he had no real personal life unless you counted mooning for an out-of-his-league bartender and getting drunk with Gwaine.

“So you have no significant other?” Evan asked him, green eyes on Merlin’s face, before looking down and flicking through his portfolio.

“Uh, no – not at the moment,” Somehow this felt like a lie, even though it was one hundred percent correct. Everything was silent for a moment except the noise the pages made as they turned, Evan reading quickly thorough Merlin’s best work. He snorted in surprise once and for a split second Merlin freaked out – did he leave a fantasy in there? He pushed his foot against his bag, no the pad was in the satchel. Thank god.

“This is very impressive, Merlin. Lines like ‘the fog lying upon the moors of Scotland are reminiscent of a simpler time. A time when one could walk straight through the mist and come across a forbidden city - its secrets beckoning you forth’ really stand out and make you take notice. Would you like to get some dinner tonight?” Evan asked out of the blue.

“What? Like a date?” Merlin blurted, surprised – this guy could be his boss – did that mean he didn’t get the job?

Evan laughed loudly, “Sorry that was my fault, no – not a date, although the timing of my question was a little misleading. I just don’t know anybody in town and would like to hear you talk about your home town – get the feel for it.
Sort of like the last part to your interview.”

“Oh – sure, of course,” Merlin’s mind was racing, hell – where could he take this obviously rich and well put together man for dinner and impress him enough to get the job? “I’ll pick you up at seven then.”

“Excellent.” Evan smiled widely and Merlin actually realised, slight terror of Evan’s power aside - that he actually liked him, in a completely platonic friend way. He would be a good boss, easy to talk to - if he got the job. They shook hands and Merlin managed to only clip the side of one table as he walked out – he hoped Evan didn’t notice.

He was too wired to go straight home, so he thought he’d go to the bar – talk it over with Arthur. Maybe jot some ideas down on where to take Evan for tea. He wasn’t sure. He just needed to see Arthur and that was a dangerous path to go down – but it didn’t stop Merlin. If he got this job he’d be flying all over the world all the time and coming down the pub every other night would be an impossibility – it was the only downside to the job. But in the big scheme of things – there really was nothing holding him here.

He walked into the bar and almost immediately received a loud wolf whistle from the counter. Grinning Merlin looked up to see Laura looking at him appreciatively, he winked and she pretended to swoon.

“Jesus, Merlin – you scrub up good. You should wear suits more often.”

“Why thank you Laura – this look may have just got me a new job – well, it impressed Evan so much he asked me to dinner tonight.”

“Who’s Evan?” A deep almost irritated voice asked from behind the bar. Merlin rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, because he didn’t see Arthur at first who had been squatting behind the bar fiddling with the lines for the beer. Judging by the tone in his voice whatever he was trying to fix wasn’t working.

“He’s the Editor who interviewed me today. Never been here before and want’s a local’s take on the city.” Merlin replied wondering why he felt a little affronted at Arthur’s tone.

“Really – that’s what he wants?” Arthur’s voice sounded angry as he grunted against the spanner he was wielding trying to tighten a bolt, then he spat out, “just dinner?”

Merlin frowned and looked at Laura who just shrugged. “Yes, just dinner – are you always such a cock to patrons with good news – I think the interview went well.”

“I’m sure it did.” The sarcasm in Arthur’s voice was not lost on Merlin. Arthur stood up and looked at Merlin for the first time – his eyes widened as he took in the suit. Merlin had the satisfaction of knowing he shocked the blonde for once. Yes,
Merlin could wear nice clothes and get important jobs.

“Lager thanks, Laura.” Merlin said all while not looking away from Arthur. This infuriating man just made
him…well…infuriated. If only he wasn’t so damn fuckable, and nice, and funny and hell – if he wasn’t so Arthur, Merlin wouldn’t come here anymore. This unrequited lust he had was wearing him down. Maybe this job was exactly what he needed to get out of this funk.

He grabbed his beer and sat down in his usual spot, still scowling slightly towards the blonde’s back. He saw Laura talking quietly while gesturing in Merlin’s direction, Arthur ignored her. Merlin’s high from the interview was waning; it was all bloody Arthur’s fault. Just because he was having a bad day at the bar didn’t mean he had to take it out on Merlin. He grabbed his pad and sat back, a little angry.

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Merlin stood before the crowd – a god among men, the roar was deafening – he was alive, he was superior and he could have anyone he wanted from the crowd on their knees before him in a heartbeat. It was a heady sensation – the adoration for him was impossible to encompass – how on earth had he become this big? How did a small town boy end up on the cover of almost every magazine publishable?

He had to admit, winning one of the largest modelling reality TV shows in the world had something to do with that. Merlin Emrys with his raven dark hair, bright blue come-hither eyes and sculpted cheekbones had captured the imagination of the world’s voters. That was two years ago and he was still one of the most sought after models and public speakers. Merlin’s sharp sense of wit and common decency brought something new to the catty world of modelling. He was always quick to laugh at himself, said please and thankyou and always made sure the people behind the scenes on a shoot got all the recognition they deserved. This was why he was sought after. That and the
fact he was fucking gorgeous.

Smiling and waving at the crowd who’d gathered at the GQ man of the year presentation, which he’d spoken at – Merlin jumped into the back of his limo and slumped into the leather seats. It lasted all of three seconds before an indignant voice spoke lazily from the other side of the car.

“What are you doing in my limousine?”

Merlin jerked around at the voice and found himself staring into a partially dark corner – he couldn’t make out the man’s features but his voice was almost hypnotically deep.

“I believe I should be asking the same question.” Merlin replied, “What are you doing in my limousine?”

The dry laugh which came from the darkness made Merlin’s stomach feel a little quivery. If this man had a face to match the voice Merlin was in for a treat.

“I’m not the one who jumped in without looking.”

Merlin frowned a little and looked out, he could still see flashes from the photographers and people were crammed in towards the line of Limo’s which were moving at a snail’s pace along the road. Getting out wouldn’t be advisable at this point. Maybe he did get in the wrong vehicle.

He felt a vibration in his pocket and he pulled out his phone. It was a text from his PR manager – he was in the wrong car. Shit.

Merlin started to give an apology and made to grab the handle.

“Don’t.” The command in the voice made Merlin’s fingers itch, he stopped immediately. “The paparazzi will eat you alive. Where are you going?”

Merlin rattled off the hotel he was staying at and suddenly the interior light flashed on as the man buzzed through to his driver the change of plans. Blue eyes met his and the entire feeling in the small space changed from indifferent to charged with that one look. This man before Merlin was…impossibly stunning. Blonde, built, young and powerful were some words that flew through Merlin’s addled brain. But, Merlin was no slouch in the looks department and he watched in satisfaction as this obviously in-control man lost his edge a little. He could see the blonde suck in a tight breath as he looked over Merlin’s face, before trailing down his suit-clad body. The look in this man’s eyes Merlin had seen a thousand times – the blonde wanted him – wanted him bad. It was a power trip and Merlin stretched lazily and unbuttoned his jacket, shrugging it off – leaving only a tight fitted pristine shirt which hugged his body magnificently.

“Thank you, though you didn’t have to help me.” Merlin lowered his voice a little, “Is there any way I can show my appreciation?”

He almost laughed as the blonde jerked a little at his offer. Merlin wasn’t usually this obvious, but he liked what he saw and if anything in his life had taught him – it was if you wanted something you go and get it. He had a slight hunch in regards to this man’s preferences but needed to test his theory first.

“Get me a drink.” Merlin ordered, and saw a slight flush rise on the blonde’s cheeks. The blonde did as asked immediately though and Merlin felt his cock begin to sit up and take notice. These powerful types were quite similar – they loved being told what to do.

“I hope grey goose is okay?” The blonde said while handing over the glass, fingers brushing Merlin’s very surreptitiously. It sent a thrill up his spine – he was going to have fun with this. The blonde poured out a glass for himself, and after clinking them together they both drained their glasses. The burn down Merlin’s throat was a familiar and welcome feeling.

“Merlin,” he said while holding out his hand in greeting, it was now or never – the hotel wasn’t three hours away and he had to move quickly.

“Arthur,” the blonde replied and took Merlin’s hand in his.
Before Arthur could pull away, Merlin jerked his hand forward, making the blonde fall to his knees on the floor of the limo. He looked surprised; then heat infused his gaze.

“Arthur, I want you to suck my cock – now.” Merlin had taken a gamble with this approach – and for a split second he was sure he’d pushed too hard. But then the blonde’s eyes hooded and he licked his lips. Merlin almost groaned as the pink tongue slipped out minutely. Oh, hell – he was so hard and all he wanted to do was fuck this man’s mouth.

Without preamble the blonde crawled forwards until he was kneeling between Merlin’s legs. Arthur looked up into his eyes all while his fingers undid the buttons on Merlin’s shirt before working on his pants. Before too long cool air hit his cock and he shifted in his seat while the blonde pulled down both his pants and underwear; his shirt gaping open over his toned torso. Arthur sat back and looked Merlin over slowly. He knew he looked hot – he wouldn’t be such a sought after model if he wasn’t, but the way Arthur was worshipping his body with his eyes made Merlin feel like nobody else on the earth appreciated him more.

Arthur sat up trailing kisses from his neck all the way down his stomach, slowly licking and teasing with his tongue which was hot and wet. Merlin grasped the blonde’s hair and yanked slightly making him moan as he licked. His cock bobbed as the limo picked up speed through the city streets, lying against his stomach- untouched. He wanted to force the blonde to take it in his mouth and he knew he could – but he also wanted Arthur to want it desperately too.

The blonde pulled his hips forward slightly so Merlin was reclining more and suddenly a tight fist engulfed his cock and a hot wet mouth encased the head of it. He bucked slightly and let out a long deep groan as Arthur’s tongue made magic happen through his body. He tingled from head to foot as the soft yet hard tongue slick with spit swirled around his hardness.

His fist tightened in Arthur’s hair and he felt the blonde growl, so he yanked it a little more, the blonde came undone and looked up at Merlin’s face, eyes blown. Merlin placed both hands either side of the blonde’s face and began to fuck up into his mouth slowly, an incomparable feeling welling up inside of him. It was crazy; he met this man just ten minutes earlier.

“Fuck, Arthur – suck it – make me come all down your throat.”

Arthur complied showing Merlin his almost non-existent gag reflex – it was phenomenal. His hips continued to grind up into this man’s mouth as short gasps came from his mouth. At some point he knew he was saying this man’s name as a mantra – he didn’t care. What Arthur was making him feel was fucking amazing; his length encased in this gorgeous man’s mouth.

A hand joined the fray, wanking Merlin’s cock while he licked and sucked the tip – it was too much and Merlin bellowed loudly and thrust up harshly embedding his prick completely in the blonde’s mouth. Arthur pulled him in even further than he thought possible while drinking the seed Merlin was shooting into his throat, the tip of his cock feeling the swallowing motion – it was beyond amazing.

Panting hard, Arthur released his dick with a lewd pop and looked up at Merlin in almost adoration. Merlin smiled and spoke, “you may come on my stomach.”

Arthur immediately sat up on his knees and undid his suit pants letting his gorgeous cock bounce free. He immediately spat on his hand and started to pump his cock. Merlin watched in fascination as this man came undone before his eyes. His hand twisted as he stoked upwards letting his thumb swipe over the head with each pump. He threw his head back and moaned as Merlin watched the red head of his prick disappear under his fingers with each jerk. This man was gorgeous as he wanked.

“Look at me.” Merlin demanded. And blue eyes met his – Merlin reclined further stroking his own cock into stiffness again and Arthur gasped as he watched. Suddenly he yelled his own release and warm come spurted across Merlin’s stomach, the white strips uncomfortably wet and sticky but not unwanted.

Arthur rested his hand on the seat panting heavily – watching Merlin with something akin to wonder in his eyes. Merlin trailed a finger through Arthur’s seed and brought that finger to his lips and sucked it in groaning and shutting his eyes.

“Fuck.” He heard Arthur say raggedly.

“You’re delicious, Arthur.” Merlin said as he licked more of the come from his fingers, knowing it was driving the blonde insane.

The car pulled up and the intercom came alive as the driver said they were at Merlin’s hotel. He cleaned himself up using a napkin from the minibar and put his clothes back on, all while Arthur watched him.

He jumped out of the limo without a word and began to stride off, smiling secretly. Just before he walked too far he turned back and stood next to Arthur’s window – it slid down
noiselessly.

“Room 3123 – twenty minutes – I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” With that he walked off to the sound of Arthur’s deep groan. Merlin adored being in control, and knew the blonde wouldn’t be a minute late.

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Merlin sat back and wished like hell he was that confident in real life. He guessed that’s why he wrote – that’s why most people wrote – to get out their inner desires and wants. It was only at that moment he looked up and almost jumped out of his seat. Arthur was sitting before Merlin a half empty glass of beer before him. His eyes didn’t leave Merlin’s, they were unreadable and he swallowed hard.

“Jesus, Arthur – you bloody scared me. What are you doing?”

“Watching you work,” Arthur’s voice was husky and Merlin felt it go straight to his already awake cock.

“I bet that’s exciting.” Merlin deadpanned trying to get the bloody image of Arthur watching him as he wrote about ordering the blonde to suck his cock out of his head. It didn’t work - it was lodged there and Merlin knew he would be having his own wank-fest later that night to this image.

“You have no idea.” Arthur replied, and before Merlin could question him further, he looked at the clock, “If you don’t go now you’ll be late for your date.”

“It’s not a date.” Merlin snapped back and huffed, yep Arthur was still infuriating – even when being cryptically nice. “But you’re right.”

He grabbed his stuff and saw Arthur watching him, “Will you come back later tonight?”

“Probably not,” Merlin replied honestly – he was tired and nervous about the outcome of the interview, he’d probably go straight home to crash.

“Oh – okay then.” Arthur stood up abruptly and walked away leaving Merlin staring confusedly at his back. Maybe he should talk to Arthur about his mood swings – it couldn’t be good for business.

In the end Merlin decided to stay true to himself and he dressed down in dark jeans and a nice shirt and jacket and took Evan to one of his favourite places. It looked nothing from the outside but they served the most amazing burgers and sides in the city. Photos and writing covered all the walls, patron’s testimonies, holiday snaps and words of wisdom which Evan found delightful. Afterwards they went to a local cocktail bar, which was situated underground – he used to frequent it every week before he discovered Pendragon’s Den. The entire bar was blue lit and dark and very funky, a musician was set up in the corner strumming an indie song – and Evan and he ordered the most expensive cocktail on the menu. It was huge and Merlin knew he shouldn’t drink it and drive straight away.

So instead afterwards he took Evan to the highest point in the city and rode the elevator up to the top to look out over the city. A small café was open late at the top so they ordered coffee and chatted amiably. There was nothing remotely romantic about the night and Merlin kept wishing he was here with Arthur instead, but knew that would never occur in the capacity he wanted. But the night was fantastic and he knew he’d impressed Evan with his low-key but fun evening.

When he dropped Evan off it was late – later than Merlin expected. He jumped out the car to say goodbye and shake the man’s hand.

“Merlin, you really have lived up to your articles – welcome to the team. We would love to have you.”

Merlin beamed as he shook Evan’s hand in return. “I’d be honoured – I can’t believe it, yes – of course yes.”

Evan laughed at Merlin’s enthusiasm. “I’ll be in touch with all the contracts and a start date in the next day or two.”
Merlin drove back to his unit in a daze, he’d just landed the job of a lifetime – he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t help the small excited giggle that bubbled up thinking about all the things he could do with the pay rise and all the new places he’d be able to visit now, maybe he could get a larger apartment. Then it dawned – would he have to move for this position or could he stay based here? The thought of moving didn’t sit well with him – but why?

He made his way upstairs still pondering on his reluctance to move on – it’s not like he hadn’t done it for the job he had now – he’d moved across the country to write Merlin’s Meanderings. But now he had friends and a life – and an unhealthy obsession. An obsession who was propped up against his front door asleep.

Merlin stopped in his tracks as he disbelievingly watched Arthur take a deep breath, murmured slowly and continued to doze. What in seven heavens was he doing here?

As he bent over Arthur, Merlin could smell the alcohol – he was completely wasted. Shit, had something happened? Merlin shook Arthur awake who just looked sleepily up into Merlin’s concerned eyes. Merlin took in a breath, Arthur was utterly stunning when tired - who the fuck was he kidding, Arthur would be stunning covered head to toe in dog turds.

“Merlin?” He asked sleepily.

“Yes, you drunk twat it’s Merlin, what the hell are you doing here?” Merlin helped an unsteady Arthur to his feet and opened the door letting the blonde stagger into the hall. He leant against it heavily as Merlin threw his keys into the pot next
to the door.

“Making sure, you came home alone,” was the reply and Merlin
frowned in confusion.

“What?”

Then Arthur surged forward pushing Merlin into the wall. Lips crushed into shocked ones, messy, wet and wasted. It was not the first kiss Merlin had envisioned. Then it smacked him between the eyes - Arthur was fucking kissing him – well attempting to anyway. He moaned as Arthur’s tongue sloppily attacked his mouth and before he could think about what this meant Arthur pushed away dazed.

“Shit…” his eyes opened wide as he looked around, coming into his senses all of a sudden, and slurred, “Oh – fuck, Merlin – sorry.”

Then he was gone, leaving Merlin dazed, stunned and hard against his wall. What the fuck had just happened?

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A/N Thanks again for reading!! :)