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Merlin sat in his car looking at the front door of Pendragon’s Den, did he go inside? What would he say? It had been almost a week since ‘the kiss’ incident. Although Arthur had text him the next morning asking what the hell he did the night before and why he had a parking ticket from Merlin’s address on his windscreen. Apart from the fact Merlin was angry he’d driven home in that drunken state, it seemed Arthur remembered nothing about the sloppy but ‘oh’ so perfect kiss. He of course replied – ‘nothing happened, he didn’t see him’.

Story of his life really, Merlin always liked the unobtainable men who treated him like a friend and nothing more. Taking in a deep breath he stepped inside.

If Merlin was expecting an awkward hello, he was disappointed. Arthur flashed him his usual cheeky grin and had a lager on the bar waiting before he’d even gotten halfway across the room.
Merlin smiled in return, not at all staring at the blonde’s lips, lips which if possible seemed plumper and more kissable than before. Stop it, time and a place, Merlin - yeah in bed with cock in hand.

He missed what Arthur had said because of his once more inappropriate thoughts. “Sorry?”

“You never listen, Merlin. I swear you have an off switch that gets tripped the minute you see a beer in front of you.”

Merlin wanted to clarify that beer meant Arthur. He didn’t.
“Yeah, sorry – the new job starts next week, I’m a little nervous. Evan’s been great and supportive.” Arthur snorted derisively and he frowned – but Arthur’s expression was still attentive. “They’re sending me to Moscow for two weeks, and I guess with anything new – you worry about screwing it up, screwing up the opportunity of a lifetime, what if you can never go back to the way things were?”

He realised he’d started to ramble, but Arthur had his head cocked slightly to the side like he really got what Merlin was saying. It looked a tad adorable so Merlin took a sip to busy himself so he didn’t stare like a loon.

“I do get that, Merlin. More than you can know.”

“But clearly you don’t really worry about it too much – I mean, you started your own Irish bar – and from the looks of it, business is brilliant – you’re a little fearless I think.” Merlin held his glass up in a kudos cheer.

“In business perhaps – but in my personal life, it’s not so cut and dried – I think everyone fears rejection.”

Merlin looked at the blonde disbelievingly. “Do you look in a mirror, Arthur? Rejection wouldn’t even be a word you’ve ever heard of.”

“Are you saying you think I’m handsome, Merlin?” The teasing tone in his voice made Merlin flush red straight away.

“Well…what I meant was…bloody hell, Arthur – you know you are. You don’t need my opinion.”

“But I want it.” Merlin swore Arthur’s voice had lowered and it made his insides flip. “I mean – you are now a worldwide travel writer whose opinion means something to the publishing minions. If you wrote a piece on me I’m sure it would be accurate and full of your opinions.”

Merlin almost choked on the air he’d been trying to breathe. Once again his mind had turned to mush in front of this blonde god; his fingers itched over his satchel and the writing about Arthur he had. Was it accurate – Merlin could only hope in an alternative world it would be as accurate as fuck.

“What are you doing tonight?” Arthur asked as Merlin swallowed the last of his beer and thought about going home for a little ‘alone’ time with his hand.

“Not much; was going to just hang out at home, watch the game maybe a movie.” Wank over your smirking smile…

“Excellent – I finish in an hour, I’ll see you then. We’ll grab a pizza some beers and chill out.”

“Huh?” Merlin had left his brain outside in the cold, because it seemed Arthur had just invited himself over.

The blonde looked a little taken aback at Merlin’s response. “We said we’d catch a game – just thought it would be a good opportunity since I have the night off – but if you don’t want...”

“No!” Oh lord, did he just yell that? “I mean, it’s fine – I just need to tidy up first, but it’s all good, okay in fact – excellent idea – great.” Fuck he really was rambling now.

Arthur gave him another indulgent smile, like he was a small child who had met his idol for the first time. In a way it wasn’t so far from the truth. “Okay then. I’ll see you soon.”

Merlin left with a wave, and almost sprinted to his car. He had an hour to get his apartment in order, and to seem like he’d made no effort what-so-ever. It was going to be tough.

An hour and a half later, Merlin was ready and Arthur was late. Typical. He looked over the lounge again; he had some crisps out, drinks in the fridge and pizza on speed dial. The room was warm against the cold outside and a small amount of condensation had started on his windows. A sharp rap on the door shook Merlin from wondering if he should have vacuumed his curtains and he walked over to it, reminding himself this was not a date – it was two mates watching the game.

Arthur stood on the threshold, hair still wet from his shower and cheeks flushed from the cold holding a carton of beer. Merlin didn’t move, he stared – he couldn’t help it. Arthur motioned with a shoulder shrug, “Sorry I’m late – last minute things to take care of at the bar.” When Merlin still didn’t move he huffed out a laugh, “its bloody freezing, and this beer is making my
fingers numb - am I coming in?”

Face once again flaming Merlin stood aside and Arthur came in, deposited the beer in his kitchen and shrugged his thick coat off. Merlin grabbed it to hang it up next to his own and caught a whiff of Arthur’s scent in the fabric – his cock sprang to life.
He was beginning to wonder if drugs could help with his problem, or maybe he should strap his dick to his thigh when he knew he’d be seeing Arthur.

In the end the night went too quickly for Merlin’s liking, they sat side by side eating pizza, drinking beer, laughing and yelling at the TV. Gone was the awkwardness Merlin thought might creep up on them, in its place was the solid beginning of friendship. It was almost bittersweet. But, Merlin decided he would take what he could get.

They were through the second Bourne movie when Merlin realised Arthur had nodded off. He looked over seeing the barman relaxed and breathing deeply – his bright blue eyes hidden from view. Merlin’s breath caught. Fuck – Arthur was asleep in his unit, completely and utterly out of it – his mind immediately jumped to all the naughty things he could do. Why was the thought of wanking and putting come on Arthur’s lips appealing? Merlin was a sick bastard sometimes, his writing proved it.

Shifting from the couch, Merlin went and grabbed his satchel, and sat back down on the single seater which he moved to better watch Arthur. Was it creepy? Probably. Was it inappropriate? Of course. But would he stop? No way on earth. Pen poised, he thought about a plot then started to jot it down.

~~~~~~~~~

Merlin looked over at his new reluctant partner and sighed heavily – this assignment was going to be fucking painful. Merlin had been going undercover in a pornography ring for many months now and he finally had the opportunity to meet the mastermind behind it all by auditioning for a part in his latest skin-flick.
Mr Slick as he was known in the circle was as hard to pin down as any mafia boss in New York. No proof that he drugged and imported young girls and boys from other countries could be found. Merlin was on the case and he couldn’t wait to put this bastard behind bars.

The spanner in the works – Mr Slick wanted him to bring somebody to audition with – a bloke. Obviously Merlin was going to be assigned somebody within the CIA – it would be easier to take the king-pin down. But when his superior put forward the name of his ‘partner’ Merlin almost lost his cool - bloody Arthur Pendragon – the most arrogant dick on the planet. He was also the most
stunning, gorgeous and fuckable man Merlin had ever met and just the thought of them ‘auditioning’ together made him hard. The trouble – Arthur was being a prick about the scenario.

“Why am I the bottom?” He groused as they left Langley.

“Because, Pendragon – I’ve spent months undercover and compiling my assertiveness with these people as a top. Okay?”

Arthur took one look at Merlin and snorted, “I can’t believe they fell for that. They must be blind and stupid.”

Merlin tightened his grip on the steering wheel in anger. Why in hell did he always wind up babysitting this Pillock? It wasn’t their first case assigned together – but it was the first one where Merlin was taking lead and Arthur was bucking against his authority at every step.

Suddenly a hand slapped onto his knee then trailed up his inner thigh and Merlin almost lost control of the car. Arthur laughed,
“See – you’re too sketchy to be the lead – can’t even handle a touch like that.”

Merlin growled, “I’m driving – plus I’d hardly call a slap to the knee and a small tickle on my thigh as worthy of pulling over and making you suck my cock.”

If anything Merlin had to congratulate himself on making the blonde shut up – even if it was only for a moment. “Well, clearly I wasn’t being serious about it, believe me if I tried one of my moves on you – you wouldn’t last three seconds.”

The conceited arsehole sat back in his seat smirking like he won something at the country fair. Merlin just concentrated on driving to their hotel. They had a few hours before the appointment with Mr Slick and they had to go over their game-plan. He had the idea it would be more like an argue-plan.

The minute they got inside the lodgings Arthur started to bitch and Merlin had one second to wonder how anyone could find this man attractive. It was at that moment Arthur pulled his jumper off and the t-shirt underneath also got caught, in effect ripping everything off. Merlin’s mouth went dry – oh… that’s why.

The bastard was tanned – all over, muscled – all over and gorgeous…all over. Then he said something which made Merlin’s head spin.

“Well, are you going to prep me then – I can’t bloody go into an audition tight as fuck – you need to loosen me up. I assume you brought lube?” Arthur dropped his pants leaving him in only tight black jockey shorts.

Merlin’s cock definitely twitched at that sentence and the sight, he also lost any ability to speak for a moment. “In my bag,” he squeaked, he actually fucking squeaked – not cool.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, “You said you’ve been leading this for months – what did you think would happen?”

“I’ve been paired with girls usually – this is my first boy pairing.” Merlin retorted, annoyed that Arthur thought he’d dropped the ball on his case.

Arthur’s eyes lit up, “So you’ve never been with a man?”

Merlin snorted and he saw Arthur lose some of his cockiness. “Oh, Pendragon – you have no idea what I’ve done over the years. Now shorts off and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

The blonde just nodded, a small redness creeping up his neck,
Merlin liked seeing it. Suddenly this case wasn’t such a hard-ship. He’d get to touch Pendragon – and he wasn’t going to go light on the smug bastard. He wanted him whimpering and begging for Merlin’s touch. It would give Merlin a sick satisfaction watching this arrogant blonde man beg.

Merlin stripped off his own pants and jumper, leaving only an open shirt and his jocks on. Arthur’s slight widening of the eyes the only indication he liked what he saw. The wanker probably didn’t want Merlin to know he enjoyed the view. Then Arthur pulled off his own underwear and if Merlin had thought he could handle this before – for just a split second he wondered whether he really could. Arthur’s dick was fucking perfect, every inch was stunning and it started to rise under Merlin’s watchful gaze.

“Do I turn you on, Pendragon?”

“Well anyone who looks at my cock like that elicits a response – how long has it been, Emrys?”

Merlin ignored the dig – it had actually been a while with a man. Instead he took control. “I said on the bed.”

Arthur took in a sharp breath, but complied – his cock bobbing slightly as he walked to the bed and climbed up on it. Merlin took a deep breath and grabbed what he needed from his bag. When he turned around he almost came in his shorts – Arthur Pendragon was hands and knees on the queen bed, legs spread slightly and looking back at Merlin an eyebrow quirked.

“Nervous?” he questioned cockily. Merlin just lifted his mouth in a half smile, like he knew some great secret – Arthur lost his snark.

He casually threw the lube on the bed next to Arthur’s knee; then ran his hands along the blonde’s back up to his shoulders then back down until his fingers ran over his arse and down his thighs. His body was held taut – like he wasn’t sure what to expect from Merlin. Smirking a little, Merlin did this a few times until he felt Arthur relax minutely. Then he barked an order.

“Face on the bed, Pendragon.” Arthur complied immediately and suddenly Merlin had a beautiful view of his arse. “Use your hands and open yourself for me.”

Merlin didn’t actually expect Arthur to do it – he only said it to push the blonde. But, he almost fell over backwards when Arthur awkwardly at first found a position comfortable enough to spread his own cheeks. Merlin had to hold in a moan. This man was available and pliable at the moment – he cupped his own cock for a second just to still the throbbing in it.

Grabbing the lube and applying it to shaking fingers Merlin took in a large breath before lightly running his finger over the blonde’s puckered arsehole. It twitched under his touch and Merlin had never seen anything in his life which turned him on more. His finger began to circle it slowly, and the groans Arthur’s throat was making sent sparks through Merlin’s stomach.
He saw rather than felt Arthur clenching and unclenching in desire, and he slowly slid his finger up to the first knuckle into the tight ring of muscle. They both let out a long laboured breath, Arthur from the sensation, Merlin from the view – it was hot.

He started to pump the finger in and out, loosening up Arthur’s hole push by push. Merlin was mesmerized by the sight – never had a lover really been so open about it before, and here he was with the biggest pain in the CIA at his disposal – finger deep.

The second finger caused another sharp breath from the blonde and Merlin started to crook his fingers inside – Arthur bellowed out at first. Then suddenly he started to use Merlin’s name, it was soft at first almost tentative as if he shouldn’t be saying it all – then it got louder and more obscene.

Three fingers and Merlin was ready to blow his load all over Arthur’s tight arse. The arrogant blonde was the most responsive lover he’d ever had, even though technically this was a job, nothing more. He was pushing back onto Merlin’s hand asking for more, so Merlin used the ace up his sleeve and after pumping Arthur four more times he removed his fingers from his arse. The blonde complained loudly – until Merlin reached back in to his bag grabbing a large fake dick.

He slid it through Arthur’s crack and the blonde let go of one cheek as he squirmed. “Did I say let go?” Merlin smirked.

The hand came back up and respread his arse. Merlin gulped, it was torture not entering Arthur’s tight fucking hole with his own cock – soon, but not yet. Merlin kept teasing with the dildo until he pressed into Arthur, he didn’t relent he kept pushing and pushing until it was almost at the hilt. Arthur was trying his best not to buck on the bed, but the deep throaty moans had begun again – and Merlin could see the sweat beginning to bead on
Arthur.

Merlin slid his hand once again up Arthur’s back and back down to his arse, before pinching it slightly. The blonde almost lost control – he begged Merlin to move the dildo, to do something. He pleaded for release and Merlin had never felt so in control of somebody’s pleasure before, he liked it.

Finally he started to slide the large cock in and out, all while Arthur stayed in position. He watched as Arthur’s hole began to loosen under his guidance. Merlin subconsciously licked his lips, wanting to add more to the experience. Why he wanted to blow Arthur’s mind he didn’t know, but he did.

He pulled the cock completely out on one stroke and pushed a small button on the side, it began to hum. Pressing it between Arthur’s legs he mated it next to the blonde’s quivering dick.
Arthur keened and Merlin started to slide the vibrating toy across the sensitive skin between Arthur’s cock and arsehole.

Merlin could hear Arthur growling for completion – Merlin just bent over and rammed his tongue as far as it would go straight into Arthur’s loose lubed hole. The sound the blonde made was halfway between a scream and a cry. Still he didn’t let go of his position. Merlin was impressed.

He swirled his tongue deeply as he worked his lips against the pucker, all while the vibrator made its hum and started to make Arthur lose control. It only took ten seconds from the moment Merlin’s tongue buried itself to Arthur crying out and coming all over the cheap bedspread, but it was the moment Merlin had been craving.

As Arthur shook and moaned, Merlin slid his jocks off and impaled the blonde in one long thrust. Arthur yelled as the sensation hit him. He was still twitching from his orgasm and the feeling of having a hard warm cock pounding away in him made him whimper and incoherently say Merlin’s name. It was perfect.

Merlin was nearing the end – so taut with adrenaline and lust at watching Arthur take the toy and his tongue. He thrust deep and pulled out at the last minute – come spurting all over Arthur’s back. Merlin had never seen anything as beautiful.

Finally he let Arthur fall to the side, spent, while he cleaned up his own mess.

“Merlin?” the breathlessness in Arthur’s voice made him stop and look, a half smile making its way to his face at the blonde’s wrecked look. “If they don’t hire you after we arrest them – they’re fuckwits.”

Merlin laughed.

~~~~~~~~~

As he looked up from his writing he still saw Arthur dead to the world, a small amount of drool beginning to pool at the corner of his mouth. Merlin wanted to take a picture so he could give Arthur shit about it – but he didn’t. He didn’t need a picture of him on his phone. If he wanked over fiction – imagine having an actual fucking picture. His phone would be covered in jizz 24/7.

Merlin adjusted his hardness before standing up; it looked like the barman was staying. He’d had too much to drink earlier anyway. So Merlin grabbed a blanket from the closet and laid it over the blonde, his hand twitching the entire time wanting to know if Arthur’s hair really was soft and silky. It was creepy, so Merlin moved away before he got too tempted.

Then he turned off the TV, the lights and crawled into his own bed and slept.

What only felt like an hour, which Merlin knew was actually several he opened his eyes, his room was light and he stretched out and slammed his hand into a face, a face attached to a body which jumped up and started to swear at him.

“Fucking hell, Merlin – watch your bloody monkey arms.” Arthur was rubbing his cheek, glaring at Merlin.

“Sorry,” he began then realised he was in bed, with Arthur. “Actually no I’m not – what the hell are you doing in here?”

“Well you could hardly expect me to sleep on that sofa of yours. You know our chairs at work are comfier?”

Merlin snorted, he knew it. “And…?”

“And what – you’re a good host and as a good host I expect the best – your bed.” Arthur was smiling by this stage and Merlin wanted to smother him with a pillow, then climb on top of him and do unspeakable acts on that body. Shit, think about other things – morning wood would not be welcome now. Too late.

Merlin lifted one knee up to hide his growing erection; he knew his face must be turning red, so he coughed trying to cover it. He didn’t know how well it worked when Arthur’s eyes flicked down the bed then back again. Damn him.

“Well, I’ve got lots to do today – I’m heading away tomorrow, so…”

Arthur looked at him affronted, “Are you kicking me out?”
“Well, yeah.” Merlin replied.

“Rude and a terrible host, hell – I’m learning more about you in one night than the last few months.”

Merlin couldn’t help but laugh, which died almost immediately as the blonde crawled from his bed, wearing jeans but no shirt – how on earth did Merlin miss a shirtless Arthur in his bed? The erection was definitely not going anywhere any time soon. Fuck it.

Catching an eyeful of Arthur’s broad back as he slung his hoodie on, Merlin wondered if his retinas would ever be the same. He closed his eyes to test the theory – nope he could still see Arthur clear as day. It was an image to go in his wank bank.

“Will they be sending you out like this all the time?”

“What?” Merlin almost snapped back – he was lost in thoughts of Arthur in his small shower, he needed to pay attention to the now.

“Your new work? I mean, you used to travel every so often but two weeks away straight up seems a little full on.”

Merlin lay there and wondered why Arthur was asking. “My contract
said I’d go where they wanted and when at first – then I can pick and choose later as my articles gain popularity, and hell – who knows when that could be. I might spend a month home in the next year or three – I don’t know. Why, are you going to miss me?” he teased.

Arthur held his gaze for a moment and Merlin could swear he felt something electric pass between the two of them cliché as it was.
“Of course I would – who else will speak to the condom machine, it gets very lonely you know. Plus, I’ve had a bottle of tequila sitting there for three weeks now – untouched. I’m slowly turning you into my best customer, now your new job is going to undo all my hard work.”

“That tequila will remain untouched, I guarantee it. And I’ll let you in on a secret - I liked beer a hell of a lot before I met you, I’ll still be coming in for my fix – you’re bar is close by, I’m too lazy to go anywhere else.” Merlin joked.

“So that’s why you come in – it all makes sense now.” Arthur said like he’d had a revelation, Merlin just rolled his eyes. The blonde stood there almost as if he would say more, the moment turned awkward. “Yeah, well – so, bye I guess.”

Arthur stood half in Merlin’s bedroom door and half out a strange look on his face. Merlin smiled, “Thanks again for last night – the game was great.”

Arthur held his gaze, “Yeah – the game…it was definitely one of the highlights. Come on in when you get back.” Then he was gone.

Lying back down, Merlin heard the front door shut and he let out a deep breath. What the hell was that? Arthur had crawled into his bed at some point unbeknownst to Merlin, holy fucking hell – Arthur Pendragon was in his bed. Merlin couldn’t help it – he rolled over and sniffed the pillow Arthur had been lying on. It smelt like a dirty great big blonde with the most fuckable arse in history.

He couldn’t help it, Merlin took his dick in hand and pulled himself off within minutes – it was an intense orgasm – his nose pushed into the pillow smelling Arthur’s scent.

Finally he got up and staggered into the lounge and the first thing he saw made his stomach drop – his fucking notepad was on the counter, how could he have been so stupid to leave it out?
Merlin swore he’d put it away, clearly he hadn’t. What if Arthur
had seen it and flicked through it curiously? He would have lost a friend that’s what.

This made Merlin wonder if he’d be happy with just friendship from Arthur in the future – it was something to think on another morning when he hadn’t just dirtied his sheets over said blonde. Groaning, Merlin began to pack for his trip.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!!! :)