Writers Block

Merlin was lying on his couch, he’d been home for less than an hour from his trip to Moscow and he was exhausted. Throwing his legs up on the back of the soft cushions he picked up his phone, reading Arthur’s text one more time with a small smile, he loved the idea.

Laura’s turning 30, dress-up party at the bar this Friday night – come as your favourite fantasy. And Merlin if you turn up as Harry Potter I won’t let you in.

He laughed, he really was transparent – Harry Potter suited his gangly tall dark haired frame – he’d have to come up with another idea. If he was being inappropriate he’d play on the words and come on Arthur since he was his favourite fantasy, but alas that was not what the party was about.

Well, what are you going as? A full sized mirror, I know you love looking at yourself.

Merlin smirked and threw his phone on the table as he pondered his costume, maybe he could go as batman or a pirate, but were those really fantasies of his? He laughed out loud, no – his fantasies had a decidedly smutty twist and he could not go as anything from them. He’d have to look at the costume shop, his phone beeped as he was looking up the address for CostumeCraze on his laptop.

Very funny – a mirror would be ludicrous, I only look at myself seventy times a day – tops. Plus it’s a surprise; I want to see if you’ll pick it.

Thinking of Arthur dressing up in anything was starting to make him hard, he could be a caveman – loincloth barely covering…get a grip. He really needed to find somebody to fuck and soon – else he may just proposition his newest friend. He flicked over the Grindr app on his phone and immediately stopped, no – never again, he’d promised himself. He deleted it from his phone and sat back running a hand through his hair.

Okay Mr International Man of Mystery – I’ll see you tomorrow and guess your bloody fantasy. You’re no fun.

He spotted a costume he thought would be fun and clicked on
the link to see if the shop had it in stock. It wasn’t a fantasy as per say, but it would be fun for the night and that’s what it was all about after all.

Oh, Merlin – me and my fantasies are fun, you just haven’t had the pleasure - yet. See you tomorrow.

Merlin read the text fifteen times in a row – was Arthur flirting? No, he couldn’t be. But the words stuck in Merlin’s head and his cock demanded to be palmed – and who was he to deny himself pleasure. He began slowly to touch himself through his pants, before long he’d shucked them down his thighs and really took himself in hand. As he increased the pace he felt Arthur’s name on his lips and with only the minimal amount of guilt, he moaned it out while sliding his hand up and down twisting around his prick. He came with a cry of the blonde’s name on his lips.

As he cleaned himself up, Merlin wondered if there would be a time when he didn’t think of Arthur as the most fuckable man on the planet – he wasn’t sure if it was possible. As long as he kept his fantasy on paper and not try to do anything about it – he should be fine.

The next night saw Merlin in the carpark adjusting his proton pack – it was a silly costume but as a kid he’d always wanted to be a Ghostbuster, so here he was. He pushed the goggles up onto his head making his hair stick up at all angles and hit the battery switch which made his pack light up. He was the biggest nerd in the world.

The party was in full swing already – Merlin was running late due to his travel piece, he’d gotten lost in the streets of Moscow again and didn’t see the time. A curt text from Arthur reminded him. He was being bossy and arrogant again and Merlin couldn’t help but like it.

He made his way past a group which consisted of people wearing everything from Doctor’s scrubs, Devil’s horns and an angry bird. Seriously, whose fantasy was that? He saw Laura near the bar laughing with a group of people, she was wearing sky high heels, an extremely tight pencil skirt, glasses and her hair was twisted up on her head, held in with a pen.

She saw Merlin and squealed, “I didn’t think you’d come.” She leant up and kissed him on the cheek.

Merlin laughed, “And you would be…”

“A naughty school teacher – obviously.” Laura stated. “I’m so glad you came – now Arthur can stop bitching.”

“He was bitching?”

Laura seemed to realise what she’d said and went quiet for a second, “No I mean, well – he bitches about everything…”

Merlin nodded slowly not really understanding where this conversation was going; instead he pulled a small wrapped parcel from his pocket. “Happy Birthday, Laura – may all your dreams come true – because, well fantasies are fun but they aren’t real.”

“Aren’t they?” an unmistakably deep voice asked behind Merlin.

“Of course no….” Merlin stopped his sentence as his brain function had decided to melt.

Arthur stood behind Merlin in a complete RAF dress uniform – hat included. His mouth went dry and incoherent words wanted to bubble from his throat. Holy fucking hell – Arthur Pendragon was wearing one of Merlin’s favourite fantasy costumes.

A small cry of delight stopped Merlin from making a complete arse of himself as Laura grabbed him in a tight hug, “They’re beautiful – thank you.”

She held up the intricately carved earrings he’d had made for her. It was probably too much since they only really knew each other from the pub, but Laura felt like a friend now. She raced off to show her friends and left Merlin standing next to the most gorgeous man in history. He found it hard to look back at Arthur – he wasn’t sure if he’d throw himself at his feet and beg for one night. With great self-control he turned, Arthur was looking at him expectantly.

“So…a pilot…” Merlin squeaked; then berated himself on his lack of manliness. Arthur had no freaking idea what this was doing to him; he should have strapped his cock down he realised belatedly. Merlin was silly to think that anything Arthur would have come as would have been revolting and a turn-off.

“Seemed fitting, it’s all about the fantasy isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Merlin added lamely, still staring at the cut of Arthur’s jacket, it looked like it was made for him. Arthur even stood straighter in it, making him look regal and bone-achingly beautiful. He still watched Merlin intensely and it was making him feel like he wasn’t getting something. In actual fact he couldn’t get any coherent thought to form except, ‘how could one man make him lose his reason?’

Arthur sighed sounding a little disappointed, but then asked, “A Ghostbuster?”

“Well Harry Potter was off the table…”

Arthur chuckled and Merlin swore he heard something about getting Harry Potter onto a table, but the crowd was yelling for the birthday cake, so Merlin couldn’t be sure.

The rest of the night was a blur of beer, balloons and making eyes at the RAF uniform clad Arthur. It was getting him hotter and hotter and after three hours of watching Arthur walk around the room hugging and laughing with people it got too much. Merlin couldn’t take the tension which was mounting inside of him, he realised with a sinking feeling in his gut – he’d never be okay with just friendship. He wanted more – he wanted Arthur to fuck him to oblivion, then stay for cuddles.
Yep, he was a glutton for punishment and a little bit of a
girl too.

As he watched Arthur pick up a very attractive brunette and spin her around before kissing her on the cheek, Merlin knew he’d had enough. He didn’t want to watch Arthur pick up any number of gorgeous nubile young women at the party. Merlin wanted to leave with the fantasy of Arthur dressed up in uniform, just for him - even though that was so far from the case.

He left without saying goodbye, and walked home wondering how he could extract himself from this friendship a little. He could still catch up with Arthur occasionally, and his new job would make that easier since he’d be out of the country quite a bit. But, he couldn’t keep up this charade of being just a friend – Merlin needed to try and find somebody who would want him in the same way as he wanted Arthur. He sighed – it would be impossible, he wanted Arthur too much.

Throwing his gear on the table, Merlin unzipped the suit and let the top part hang down around his waist, leaving him in just a tight white t-shirt. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat back on his couch and shut his eyes. Arthur in uniform swam before him – damn it. Merlin grabbed his satchel and pulled out the pad – he needed to re-read the RAF fantasy.

But as he was about to open the book, he saw it was open to a new page. Frowning, Merlin turned it over – a strangely familiar scrawl had written in his pad. His heart started to thump in his chest as he began to read the story.

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King Arthur sat on his throne, watching the fool before him plead for his life. The man had slaughtered a travellers’ family to steal their food and goods, citing the fact he was poor and had to feed his own family.

“And this gives you the right to kill others and steal their goods and chattles?”

The man didn’t know what to say and began to babble again. Arthur indicated to one of his knights to get rid of this man. Sir Leon knew to throw him in the jail until Arthur could think on whether a public execution would deter others from doing the same. He tried to be a good leader, but it was so very lonely without somebody by his side. As he thought this his eyes flicked over to his servant, Merlin. He sighed inwardly – this strange attraction he felt towards his most loyal and closest friend was not something he’d ever experienced before. Did he dare take it further?

“The knights await you, King Arthur.”

He was pulled from his musing as another knight indicated the round table at the end of the large room. Arthur nodded curtly and stood up from his throne, his red cape falling around his shoulders. He caught Merlin’s eye who smiled at him completely oblivious to the thoughts swirling in his leader’s mind. He sighed as the brunette fell into step beside him.

“You know you look like a complete Prat sitting on your throne?” His servant teased, Arthur held back a smile – this was their thing – bickering.

“You know, Merlin – I am the King, I could have you hanged for saying that.”

Blue eyes twinkled back at him, “You’d miss me too much, plus I’m the only one who tells you when you’re being an arse.”

Arthur begrudgingly agreed, this was why Merlin had become indispensable to him – he always made him feel like a normal human being, like he had no responsibilities. Merlin made him feel – real.

“The King is never an arse, he just may act like it on occasion.” By this time Arthur was trying to hold back a small laugh, he wasn’t sure how this brunette man had become such a close friend – but he had. Now he had to make a decision, did he take it further and chance ruining what they had?

He couldn’t think on it anymore as the Knights of the Round Table had convened, and they spent several hours going over the Kingdom’s troubles. They spoke about impending threats, the higher than usual theft rates, rebuilding the lower town and countless other boring details which needed to be addressed. Arthur found his eyes wandering to Merlin more oft than not as he served drinks and food, but listened – always listened. He gained his best counsel from the gangly man; he thought more of his word than any other knight. He knew this shouldn’t be the case – but it was.

Once the last knight had left the large room, Arthur sat back on his chair and shut his eyes for a moment, brain still whirling at his Kingdom’s troubles. Then he felt it – hands deft and firm rubbing his shoulders, removing the pent up tension in them. Arthur moaned as those same hands began to push harder trying to tease out knots from between his shoulder blades – it was heaven.

“Merlin…” he breathed as his head fell forward.

“Yes, my King?” Merlin never addressed him so formally, and he sat up and looked behind him at his servant and almost fell off the chair. His bumbling servant was watching him with dark eyes filled with desire and a hard cock inches away from Arthur’s face. “I apologise, your moans just…”

Merlin began to back away, but Arthur grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward so that his servant ended up backed against the table. Arthur stood immediately trapping the brunette against the hard wood. He leant in a little closer – still not touching anywhere, and stared into Merlin’s eyes – looking for permission, looking for anything which said he wanted this too.

It came in the form of a small moan and a fluttering of eyelids when Arthur pressed against him minutely. It was all he needed. Lips crashed together in a flurry of pent up lust, Merlin’s lips opened under his so trusting and warm. Arthur growled as his tongue delved deep inside of his servant’s mouth.

Immediately he began to rip Merlin’s clothes from his body, he murmured as the cool air hit his body, but Arthur continued until the brunette was standing before him completely naked.
He was perfect, lean muscles and a cock which made Arthur’s mouth salivate. He wanted this man, he wanted him so bad.

As Arthur took his fill looking, Merlin had begun to disrobe him. His expert fingers had Arthur naked in seconds – since he’d been dressing the King for years he knew the tricks.

When they were both finally nude, Arthur pressed his entire body against Merlin’s he felt the sharp inhale of breath as the brunette grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hungrily – their cocks pressed hot against the other. Arthur moved making them rub together and Merlin hissed in a breath.
How long they stood against the table kissing and rubbing each other Arthur couldn’t say, but before too long it wasn’t enough. He pushed Merlin back onto the table and grasped his hard cock in his hands.

Before the brunette could argue, Arthur had wrapped his lips around his insanely hard prick. He’d wanted to do this probably from the first time he saw Merlin walk into the bar castle. His tongue slid around the thickness, tasting, teasing and driving his servant mad with lust. He could hear the sharp growls above him, the intake of air, the soft moans and Arthur’s name. Arthur smirked around Merlin’s cock – he’d waited for a long time to make him come undone – and now was his chance.

He slicked up two fingers and began to probe around Merlin’s tight hole; the brunette spread his legs apart eagerly. It was tight at first, so amazingly tight that Arthur had to use every last ounce of self-control not to spin him over and pound away.

Arthur peppered small kisses along his length before spinning him over – he couldn’t wait too much longer. He spread Merlin’s cheeks and pushed his fingers in further, seeing them disappear then re-appear. In conjunction with the moans Arthur felt pre-come oozing from his cock. He looked around the room, hoping like hell another servant hadn’t come in, then he realised he had Merlin spread out on the round table – the table which had seen many councils and fights over the years, it made him harder. Then he spied the throne from the corner of his eye and knew what he wanted to do.

He yanked Merlin up from the table, he looked gorgeously unkempt and dazzled; a small whimper left his throat as Arthur grabbed him in a deep tongue kiss and grasped his cock giving it a few furiously hard pumps. Then he dragged him across the room.

“Get up on the throne, hands and knees and hold onto the back.” Arthur’s voice was torn, it sounded like somebody else – it was heavy in arousal He’d never been so turned on – ever. He’d slept with women before and a few men, but nothing that felt this electric, this right.

Merlin crawled up on the cushioned throne, looking small in the face of its grandeur. Arthur knew he’d never erase this image from his brain. Merlin legs spread on the seat of the chair, holding the back and looking over his shoulder eyes blown in lust. Arthur growled and moved forward.

He pressed himself against Merlin, his cock slotting into the cleft of his cheeks as he kissed along his shoulder blades. Reaching around he once again held Merlin’s dick – it felt like it belonged in his hand.

He spat on his other hand crudely a few times and slicked his own cock and aligned it with Merlin’s slightly loosened hole. Arthur thought about his throne and having his best friend, his confidant and the only person who actually knew him for himself speared on his cock on it – was perfect.

Slowly he entered Merlin, almost too slowly for the brunette if his arching and pushing back was any indication. Arthur stopped his squirming by placing his hands squarely on Merlin’s hips. He stilled.

“Feels so good Arthur…don’t stop,” the words torn from his throat.

“Never.” He promised before sharply thrusting the rest of his thick cock into Merlin’s tightness.

Arthur looked down and almost came on the spot. He could see where Merlin and he were joined, it looked right, it felt right. He began to move, slowly at first then at Merlin’s pleading he picked up the pace. Before long Arthur was pounding Merlin into the throne. Their cries reverberated through the large room, each other’s names not far from their lips. Arthur had a moment to realise half the castle would know about them in the morning. He didn’t care – let the world know.

Merlin shuddered around him as he came, the clenching of his arse squeezing the orgasm from Arthur in a large bellow. They stood like that for a moment, Arthur still deep inside of his kneeling servant.

“I had no idea…” Merlin trailed off as he rested his head back against Arthur’s sweaty shoulder.

“You are the most completely clueless dolt I’ve ever met, Merlin – I’ve wanted you all along.”

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Merlin dropped the pad; it fell with a clatter to his lounge room floor. He took in a shaky and completely wrecked breath and grabbed his beer – hands trembling. He placed the bottle back on the table with a clang after taking a sip – okay he drained the almost full bottle.

Arthur….Arthur…holy fuck Arthur had written a story in his pad – he’d read all the fantasies and added his own. Merlin’s mind whirled then stopped. The RAF uniform. Merlin face palmed himself and groaned at his own stupidity, Arthur wore that so he’d realise. Merlin felt his heart jumping under his skin.

The blonde barman, the man who Merlin had been harbouring a not-so secret crush on, actually wanted to fuck him. Well, unless Merlin was reading the signs wrong…how could he. It was plain. But now what – did he text Arthur, go back to the party or…

A knock on his door startled him, and with a whirling pool of nervousness in his stomach Merlin went to the door – knowing who was on the other side. He opened the door, Arthur still wore the uniform and Merlin wanted to do nothing but drag him in, rip off the hat and run his hands through his hair before stripping him naked. But what he said instead was so far from his want.

“A servant – you made me a bloody servant?”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. “That’s all – that’s what you took from that story – I hope you know I was up all bloody night trying to write that. Writing’s not easy – I took home about thirty rough drafts…didn’t you notice the pad was missing half its pages?”

He pulled Arthur inside his hall and shut the door, not wanting to disturb his neighbours. As he did this Arthur moved forward and cupped the back of Merlin’s head. He felt his heartbeat triple as the blonde moved in slowly, lips ghosting over his own.

“I had to lay next to you all night, hard as fuck after reading the rest of your fantasies. That was torture…”

Merlin leaned forward kissing into Arthur, grabbing his hips – feeling his hardness, his real cock, not a damn fantasy he’d made up. “Why the fuck didn’t you just grab me?”

Arthur made a small chuckle as his tongue traced Merlin’s lips
slowly, “Where would the fun be in that? I wanted you to guess, but hell, Merlin – you’re a little slow on the uptake. I literally had to dress up for you – and you still didn’t get it.”

Merlin felt red creep up on his cheeks, he’d wondered but never in a million years would he have guessed Arthur wanted him in return. He thought it was all coincidence. He was a dolt, but a very hard and happy dolt at the moment.

As Arthur’s tongue made its way into Merlin’s mouth he groaned and traced his hands down the back of the RAF uniform, shivering in delight at the rough fabric. Arthur was a god made to life – he was utterly beautiful and Merlin had him in his unit, tongue deep in his mouth sucking lightly. It was almost all too much. Merlin’s chest swelled.

Suddenly Merlin felt Arthur’s fingers teasing around the white t-shirt still tucked into his Ghostbusters overalls. Cold fingers splayed over his naked stomach moments later before tracing their way around to his back and pulling him in close. Arthur was strong and warm and made Merlin’s head spin. The fingers were back at the t-shirt and it was ripped off over Merlin’s head before he could think about it.

He felt exposed in the face of Arthur, but Arthur just stared at Merlin like he was a glass of water to a man dying of thirst, Merlin felt a confidence creep up on him at the way Arthur’s eyes hooded in desire as he looked Merlin’s torso over. Then the blonde’s lips were back, kissing along his jaw line, trailing lower to his collarbone – sucking lightly on the skin at the hollow of his throat. Merlin keened, he couldn’t help the small sound which escaped. He felt Arthur chuckle as he nipped lower, finally running his rough tongue across one of Merlin’s nipples.

“What’s your favourite fantasy, Merlin?” Arthur deep lusty voice asked as his teeth nipped at his skin as his lips came back up to Merlin’s neck.

“Well, that fucking uniform is a brilliant start…” Merlin managed to get out as Arthur’s hands began to trail perilously close to his hard cock.

“So – should we head towards your shower then?” Arthur rasped as his lips found Merlin’s again – he pushed him against the wall, his entire length pressing almost every inch. Merlin felt his hips buck unintentionally against Arthur. Fuck, he was almost rutting like a dog in heat.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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A/N : Thanks for reading - really hoped you all liked Arthur's little story for Merlin!! :)