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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Gwaine/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Gwaine_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-09-25 Words: 1517
****** Bad things ******
by bunnysworld
Summary
     Gwaine is bored in his favorite bar. Then he walks in.
Notes
     Thanks to tambear for the beta.
     This story is brought to you by listening to Jace Everett’s ‘Bad
     things’ on infinite loop for a while. So I thought I could as well
     borrow the title.
Gwaine leaned against the bar, bored out of his mind. He took a sip of his beer
as he scanned the room. Maybe it was time to find another place to hang out.
The interesting men in this joint, well Gwaine knew them all, more or less,
intimately. And the rest? Oh, forget about the rest. Slamming his beer bottle
onto the bar, Gwaine was ready to leave for the night.
And then he walked in.
Gwaine smirked. He’d never seen this bloke before, he was definitely new. He
would have fit in a college football team captain scenario with his blond hair
and boyish face, but he looked a bit out of place between all those leather-
wearing wannabes.
He made his way over to the bar and Gwaine grinned. Let them come to me, much
less effort. He never took his eyes off the boy, who finally noticed his stare.
Gwaine raised his beer bottle in greeting, and then turned to pretend he was
watching the dancers.
It didn’t take long before college-boy appeared in his field of vision. “Hey.”
Gwaine smirked. Never failed. He nodded again.
The blond fidgeted with his beer bottle. “Wanna...wanna dance?”
Laughing, Gwaine leaned in. He never danced. “Out there or in the dark room?”
He couldn’t hide his amusement when college-boy paled and then blushed.
“Let’s get out of here.” Gwaine pushed himself away from the bar and left the
place. He didn’t look back, he was sure that college-boy would follow.
They entered his loft in silence and Gwaine started taking his clothes off
while college-boy just stood by the door.
“Second thoughts?”
“I...no, I just...” Blondie shoved his hands into his pockets.
“You’ve never done this before.” It wasn’t a question, it was too obvious.
Gwaine found the blush that spread across the other’s face rather endearing.
“Not like this.”
“So you’ve never followed a total stranger home.” Gwaine dropped his jeans and
stepped out of them, giving blondie a good view.
Blondie shook his head.
Gwaine spread his arms and turned. “Was it worth it?”
“So far.”
“And you’re not even taking off your jacket?” Gwaine grinned when he saw the
blond worrying his lower lip.
Quickly, he started to strip, but not to give Gwaine a show. It looked as if he
was nervous as hell.
Gwaine went over to his bed and took lube and condoms out of the nightstand,
giving the boy a last chance to bail out. But then he heard footsteps behind
him and turned to look at him.
“Not bad at all.” Probably not as defined as the blokes he usually took home,
but a nice-sized cock and the rest was not too bad either. “How old are you?”
The boy cocked his head. “How old are you?”
Shaking his head, Gwaine asked again “How old?”
“Nineteen!” That came out just too quick and well-rehearsed, but it was good
enough for Gwaine.
“What do you like?”
“Err...”
If the boy told him now that he liked footie and his playstation, Gwaine would
have laughed out loud. “Ever taken it up the arse?” Maybe his bluntness would
send the boy running, but then it just wasn’t meant to be.
An enthusiastic nod was all the answer he got. “Wanna try it again?”
“Yeah.”
Gwaine motioned for the bed. “What are you waiting for?”
He watched the youth climb onto his bed and couldn’t help but smacking his arse
before he settled down.
The blond threw him a look as he yelped.
Gwaine stroked himself a few times before he ripped a condom wrapper open. He
felt the stare of the blond on him. “Oh, okay, put it on me.”
Blondie scrambled around and took the condom with trembling fingers. Gwaine bit
his lower lip as he felt the inexperienced fingers on him. He’d had a few
newbies before, but none as fresh to the scene as this boy. It almost felt like
fumbling about back in school. He bit back an amused chuckle.
“How do you....?” The boy gave him an uncertain look.
“On your back. I wanna see your face.” Gwaine suspected that the boy wasn’t
half as experienced as he pretended to be. And he at least wanted to give him a
good time. So he’d have to see his reactions. And to be honest, that face
wasn’t bad to look at in the first place.
So he hooked the boy’s legs over his shoulder and pushed a pillow under his
arse before he reached for the lube.
Blondie looked at him, uncertain, nervous, but clearly interested. His eyes
fell shut as he felt Gwaine’s slippery fingers at his balls. Gwaine played
around a bit, rolling them in his hand, tugging lightly before he started to
prepare the youth for his cock.
Damn, the boy was tight and for a moment Gwaine wondered if he’d really done
this before as he’d said. But he obviously wanted it, so Gwaine reached for his
own cock and slowly started to push in.
The boy’s eyes flew open and he stared up at him, panting hard.
“Breathe,” Gwaine whispered. “Breathe and relax.” He knew that was easier said
than done but he said it anyway. He grabbed the blond’s prick and started to
stroke it back to hardness. Maybe that would make the boy forget to clench so
tight around him.
It seemed to work, the youth breathed even faster, fisted the sheets and arched
against him and it was easier to feed him every inch of Gwaine’s cock. When he
was all in, he gave the boy a moment to breathe before he started to fuck him
with long strokes. Hell, yeah, that was it, the tightness gripping him each
time he pulled out and the resistance he still met on each stroke in.
Sweat was rolling off his forehead and down his back. He did this a lot, picked
up a new guy more than once a week, but it was different this time. Usually he
took those seasoned pros home who knew the drill. This boy didn’t. He stared at
him wide-eyed with a slight touch of panic only to close those incredibly blue
eyes a moment later when pleasure took over again. The little sounds he made in
the back of his throat only fuelled Gwaine’s desire to possess, if only for
that moment.
Then the eyes opened again, the youth’s breath coming in shorter pants, the
sounds he was making getting higher and more urgent and Gwaine stroked his dick
faster, knowing the boy was close. The body beneath him tensed and the boy went
silent as his climax took over.
Beautiful.
Gwaine stroked him all through his orgasm, wanting to give him something to
remember and then grabbed the boy’s ankles and spread his legs wide, pounding
into him without regret. He came harder than he had in a long time and then
pulled out.
As he removed the condom, the boy just lay there, totally spent and blissed out
and Gwaine liked that look so much more than any he’d seen on any other bloke.
They usually just got up and asked for the way to the shower.
Which was actually a ridiculous thought given the fact that he himself was just
about to do that, going to take a shower. If he hurried, he could meet up with
Percy or Elyan later.
When he came back to the bedroom, he was surprised to find the boy still in his
bed. “Oh, you’re still here.”
“Yeah,” there was a huge smile on that handsome face. “This was incredible.”
Gwaine just smirked. He’d heard that before. He almost missed the whispered
“Didn’t think it would feel like that.”
That confirmed what Gwaine had suspected earlier. He turned and scrambled into
his jeans. “Take a bath when you get home. And if it still hurts in the
morning, get a salve.” He took a fresh shirt from the closet and shrugged it on
but didn’t bother buttoning it up. “Shower’s that way.” He pointed.
Blondie got up and carefully made his way to the indicated direction. Gwaine
refused to feel guilty about pounding his arse so hard. It was entirely his own
fault for not telling him he was a virgin. And Gwaine doubted that he would
have been more careful had he known.
The boy came back and started to dress. “Where are we going now?”
Gwained raised an eyebrow. “You...are going home now.” He saw the boy’s face
drop and turned to avoid the hurt look. “I’m going to meet a friend.” He didn’t
need to tell him, but he had the feeling he should say something.
Blondie stood at the door, reluctant to leave.
As he reached for the doorknob, Gwaine asked “What’s your name, kid?” He didn’t
know why he wanted to know that all of a sudden.
Standing in the open door, his jacket in his hand, the youth gave him a hopeful
look. “Arthur. My name is Arthur.”
“Don’t forget to close the door on your way out, Arthur.”
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