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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Merlin_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Merlin/Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Character:
      Merlin_(Merlin), Arthur_Pendragon_(Merlin)
  Additional Tags:
      Age_Difference, First_Time, Underage_Drinking, Dubious_Consent,
      Barebacking, Pornathon, Team_Gluttony
  Series:
      Part 8 of 2013_Summer_Pornathon
  Collections:
      Summer_Pornathon_2013
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-12 Words: 3822
****** Someone Special ******
by teprometo
Summary
     Merlin’s best mate’s older brother is really hot. It’s sort of a
     problem.
Notes
     This was written for the mods-only Team_Sin_Challenge for the 2013
     Summer Pornathon. This fic placed first.
     Content Notes: Dubcon related to moderate drinking, underage and age
     disparity (22/15), barebacking, some homophobic language, infidelity
     (Arthur has an offscreen OFC girlfriend), a brief scene of
     nonconsensual restraint, reference to offscreen drug use
“I’m so bored,” Merlin whines into the phone, digging through the cupboards
looking for something to snack on. “And Mum says I can’t have anyone over.”
“Why not?” Trevor says, his voice muffled around what Merlin thinks is a
mouthful of crisps.
“We have house guests next week, and she thinks my friends are too messy.”
Trevor laughs, a bag crinkling on the other end of the line. “Mum and Dad are
at a bed and breakfast this weekend—”
“Shagging,” Merlin interjects, satisfied with Trevor’s long groan.
“Eugh, stop it,” he says. “Anyway, my brother’s home this weekend and might be
willing to sweet-talk your mum if we buy him a pizza.”
“I forgot you even had a brother,” Merlin says, cradling the phone against his
shoulder as he rinses off a pear. “Ask him!”
“Arthur!”
There are sounds of struggle, and Trevor whimpers, like maybe his brother’s got
him in a submission hold. Merlin takes a bite out of his pear and snickers when
he hears Trevor surrender.
“Hey, will you promise my mate’s mum that we’ll be good lads so he can stay
over?”
“What’s in it for me?” says another voice, presumably Trevor’s brother, and he
sounds like a prick.
“Your choice of pizza?”
“Throw in beer money and I’ll let you drink some.”
“Best brother ever,” Trevor says, and Merlin can’t help smiling at the joy in
Trevor’s voice.
“Hey, kid,” Arthur says into the phone. Merlin swallows the unchewed bit of
pear in his mouth, and it hurts the whole way down.
“Merlin,” Trevor says helpfully.
“Kid,” Arthur repeats, and Merlin rolls his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“Put your mum on the line if you’re coming.”
Merlin runs upstairs and finds his mum refolding all the towels in the airing
cupboard.
“Mum, I really want to go to Trevor’s tonight,” Merlin says, putting on his
best hopeful face.
“What am I going to ask?”
“My schoolwork is done, my room is tidy, and we’ll be supervised. I’ve got
Trevor’s big brother on the phone.”
“Brother?” Merlin’s mum says, narrowing her eyes.
“He’s old,” Merlin says, and he catches a faint Oi! from where the phone rests
against his hip. “He’s almost finished uni. I’ve got him on the phone.”
His mum nods, and he hands over his phone, hoping Arthur sounds convincingly
authoritarian. Apparently it works, because she tells him to hurry up and get
his things ready because she doesn’t want to have to feed him dinner.
                                      ***
Merlin doesn’t expect Arthur will be fucking gorgeous, but he is. Trevor is
Merlin’s best mate, and he’d do anything for the kid, but he’s sort of a
paunchy, spotty lad with the most perfectly round head Merlin has ever seen.
Arthur, on the other hand, is all lean muscle and broad shoulders, and his
features remind Merlin of all those sculptures of Roman gods. Or maybe they’re
Greek. Anyway, Arthur is like something out of one of those classy pornos where
everyone is actually good-looking.
Merlin feels stupidly self-conscious eating in front of him, like he’ll get
grease on his face and Arthur will think he’s disgusting. As it is, Arthur just
thinks he’s a kid.
“How old are you even?” Arthur says from across the table, squinting his eyes
at Merlin like he’s an unusual-looking bug. “Twelve?”
“Fifteen,” Merlin says like that’s a big improvement. When Arthur laughs, head
tipped back and smooth throat bared, Merlin realises it really isn’t much of a
difference and then feels stupid for sounding so proud of being fifteen. Not
even sixteen, which at least has a nice ring to it. “How old are you? Forty?”
“Yes, I’m forty,” Arthur says, then takes a swig of his beer.
“He’s twenty-two,” Trevor says. Something about the number makes Merlin feel
hot inside.
Arthur’s phone rings, and he answers it, “Hey, babe.”
Merlin goes to the fridge to get another beer and tries to swallow his
ridiculous disappointment. Of course Arthur has a girlfriend.
“Is that Kelly?” Trevor asks, and even Merlin finds the question obnoxious.
“Who the fuck else would it be?” Arthur says, then, “No, I’m just having pizza
with my little brother.”
“And Merlin!” Trevor says, affronted for Merlin’s sake, and Merlin turns his
head to hide his smile.
“Yeah, I’ll call you later.” Arthur sets the phone on the table and digs back
into his pizza, and he doesn’t even look stupid when half the toppings fall off
the bite he’s taking.
“Kelly is banging,” Trevor says, over-excited. “Do you have a picture?”
“I’m not showing your friend a picture of my girlfriend so he can wank to it
later.”
Trevor laughs a bit too loudly, and Merlin drops his pizza, shakes his head
vigorously at Trevor, but it’s too late. “Merlin’s gayer than Elton John.”
“No, I’m not!” Merlin says, and he immediately hates himself for it. He’s never
denied his sexuality before. “I mean, I’m not that gay. Just. Gay. That’s all.”
His face is flaming, and he drinks deeply from his beer, trying not to grimace.
Arthur’s just looking at him like he’s even more strange than he was a minute
ago, and Merlin settles on ignoring him for the rest of the night.
But that plan is made more complicated when Arthur decides to hang around and
play video games with Merlin and Trevor. He’s better than a jock should be, his
hand dexterity almost as good as Merlin’s … almost. But Merlin still edges out
the win in Madden and then later saves Arthur’s arse in Mass Effect 3. He even
beats Arthur at Wii Tennis, which only pisses him off.
Trevor’s a sleepy drunk and passes out around eleven with his hand in the bag
of crisps as he’s waiting for his turn to bowl, because they only have two
controllers despite being stupidly wealthy (at least Merlin thinks so, but
Merlin doesn’t even have a console, let alone three). So it sort of becomes
Merlin hanging out with Arthur, which isn’t so bad. Arthur says the stupidest
shit when he’s losing a game (Come here, you little cock-monkey!), and he’s
sort of funny and has a stupid, gorgeous, crooked grin. He’s all about the
shoulder punches and back slaps, which normally strike Merlin as so … try-hard
hetero, but from Arthur, they feel appreciative and even affectionate.
“My wrist hurts,” Arthur complains, stretching big, his T-shirt lifting up to
expose a wide strip of skin. “Another beer?”
Merlin looks down at Trevor, who’s still fast asleep, and shrugs. “Yeah, okay.”
He follows Arthur out into the kitchen, staring at his arse, because it’s
really quite perfect. Arthur’s practically putting the damned thing on display
when he bends over to pull two beers out of the fridge. He twists off the cap
before he hands one to Merlin, like Merlin’s some helpless girl, and Merlin
feels an odd mix of indignation and excitement at that.
“You’re not drunk or anything, are you, kid?” Arthur asks as Merlin takes a
long pull from his bottle.
Merlin is … not drunk, exactly—he can walk straight and keep track of a
conversation—but he’s not sober, either. He’s a bit too calm, his brain
pleasantly swimming and his skin over-warm. “I’ve only had, like, four beers,”
Merlin says as he leans back against the worktop, not quite answering the
question.
“Oh, and you drink all the time?” Arthur says, sounding unconvinced. “What
about drugs? Have you ever done any of those?”
Merlin shakes his head no.
“Really? No weed? No X?”
“No. Not yet, I mean,” Merlin amends, feeling self-conscious, like maybe Arthur
will realise how young he is and leave, embarrassed for him.
“X, man. You’ve got to try it. I mean, not that I’d ever encourage a minor to
use drugs.” Arthur makes a mock stern face, and Merlin grins at him.
“No, of course not!” Merlin says as though appalled. “But what’s it like?”
“It’s like ….” Arthur pauses, face creased with consideration. “Your whole body
tingles. But it’s not bad like when your leg falls asleep. It’s good. And it’s
like you love everybody, and all you want is to touch someone, to have them
touch you.”
Arthur runs a hand down his chest, eyes closed. Merlin feels like he can’t
breathe properly.
“And your cock. It gets hard and you don’t even notice, and when you touch it
....”
Arthur reaches down and cups his crotch, rubbing a circle over himself. Merlin
takes a large gulp of his beer to keep himself busy as he watches Arthur roll
his hips against his hand, not wanting to jinx this strange, horribly arousing
moment.
“When you touch it,” Arthur repeats, voice lower, scratchier, “it’s incredible.
You’ve never felt anything like it. It’s like … it’s just so hot, and it’s so
fucking hard.”
Arthur opens his eyes and stares at Merlin, and Merlin feels like a voyeur
who’s just been caught. He clutches his half-drunk beer.
“Well, this got weird,” Merlin says in a panic, trying to ease some of the
tension.
“‘Cause you’re a faggot?”
Merlin winces, feels like he might vomit. He tries to get away, to leave the
kitchen before Arthur can hurt him, but Arthur moves quickly, gets his hands on
the worktop on either side of Merlin.
“Please let me go,” Merlin says, looking towards the door. “I’ll go home so—”
“Do you like sucking cock?”
“What?” Merlin is startled into looking at Arthur, and his face is close—closer
than it should be, and Merlin tries to twist away, but Arthur has him trapped.
“I don’t …. I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
“But you want to?”
“I guess,” Merlin says. He tries to squeeze past Arthur’s legs, but Arthur
presses him hard against the worktop, thighs and hips strong against Merlin,
the heat of his body fuzzing up Merlin’s brain.
“You like boys sucking you off?”
“I would,” Merlin says, more confident. “Never done that before, either.”
“Ooh, such a virgin.” Merlin thinks Arthur’s hips press in even harder. “Has
your cock even filled in yet, or do you still look like a little boy?”
“Take a look.” Merlin can’t believe he says it, but the alcohol has made him
feel easy, loose, brave.
“That an invitation?” Arthur asks, all hot breath against Merlin’s neck, and
Merlin actually moans.
“What do you think?”
“I think you need to say ‘please.’”
“How about ‘fuck you’?” Merlin says, pleased with how aloof he sounds.
Arthur’s voice is harsh and deep when he says, “Maybe the second time you come
tonight.”
Merlin’s blood is loud in his ears, his head too hot, and then Arthur’s hand is
down his trousers, inside his pants, palming his cock, and Merlin doesn’t even
know how to breathe, is giving up the habit entirely, because fuck.
“I hope you brought an extra change of clothes, because you’re about to make a
mess of these.”
Merlin tries to dig his fingers into the worktop, tries to find something to
steady him, but Arthur’s body is pressed firmly against his, and his hand is
pumping him hard, and Merlin is going to fucking come. He tips his head down,
tries to concentrate on not fucking coming yet, but it is so goddamn difficult
with Arthur’s hard cock nudged up against his thigh and the smell of Arthur’s
sweat so close.
“Your face is so pretty,” Arthur says, running his nose across Merlin’s brow,
and Merlin whimpers. “Let me see it. Want to see how you look when you come for
me.”
Merlin throws his head back and comes, gasping loud.
“That’s it,” Arthur says, his fingers strong on Merlin’s chin, and when Merlin
looks, Arthur’s lips are parted, his eyes gone dark, and Merlin has the absurd
realisation that Arthur wants to fuck him. It makes his prick twitch again.
“Was that good?” Arthur asks, pulling his soiled hand out of Merlin’s jeans,
and Merlin nods. “Good. You want to blow me?”
Merlin almost laughs, because what a fucking ridiculous question. He realises
he’s still holding his beer and does laugh, takes a drink. Arthur pulls it from
his lips and finishes it off, a few drops gathering at the side of his mouth,
and Merlin leans forward, licks him clean and then kisses him. Arthur moans
like it’s good, like he likes Merlin’s mouth, and Merlin feels encouraged,
reaches down and gets Arthur’s belt undone as he sucks at Arthur’s lips. He
doesn’t even fucking know what he’s doing, has never kissed anyone like this
before, but Arthur wraps his hand around Merlin’s neck and slides his tongue
into his mouth. It makes Merlin feel a little light-headed, more intimate than
getting off against Arthur’s hand, and as Merlin unzips Arthur’s jeans and
pushes them down his hips, he has a strong desire to be good for him.
Merlin cups Arthur’s cock, still not quite believing that his first time doing
this is with someone so fucking beautiful. Arthur presses against him and pulls
his mouth away, runs a thumb across Merlin’s lip, and Merlin sinks slowly,
deliberately, to his knees, eyes locked with Arthur’s. And Arthur looks so
goddamn pretty, like he’s a bit surprised, and he gasps when Merlin slides his
pants down, cock so hard it stands straight out, like it’s begging for Merlin’s
mouth.
He doesn’t waste any time, not wanting to give Arthur a chance to reconsider.
He wraps his lips around the head and sucks, leans forward, takes him in deep.
Arthur is loud above him, humming his appreciation, and it makes Merlin feel
hot, like Trevor might walk in and see his best friend’s mouth full of his
brother’s cock.
Merlin’s watched enough porn to know how this goes, and he’s practised on
enough phallic objects to take Arthur into his throat a few times before he
starts gagging, just to prove himself. Arthur’s groans make him feel fucking
powerful, like he’s taken Arthur apart and made some piece of him Merlin’s.
“You suck so good,” Arthur says, running his fingers through Merlin’s hair, and
Merlin moans around his cock. Arthur pulls his hips away, his prick popping out
of Merlin’s mouth with an obscene, wet noise. “Let’s go upstairs.”
Merlin feels a hot surge of lust at the idea of being in Arthur’s bed. “Are you
gonna fuck me?” he asks, breathless.
“No,” Arthur says, shaking his head. “You have to save that for someone
special.”
Merlin’s chest aches with rejection, but he tries to play it off with a
flippant, “You’re not special, eh?”
“No, I’m a pervert,” Arthur says, and he looks genuinely pained. “In a few
years, you’ll agree with me, and you’ll be glad I didn’t let you give me that.”
“You’re not a pervert,” Merlin says. “I want you to fuck me.”
Arthur grins at him but shakes his head. “No. You’re gonna watch me open myself
up for you, and you’re gonna stick that nice big cock in me, and you’re gonna
shoot your load into my arse, yeah? That sound good to you?”
Merlin trips three times in his haste to get up the stairs.
                                      ***
They shower together first, washing the dried come from Merlin’s skin and
kissing under the spray, and Merlin doesn’t think he’s ever felt anything
better in his life. The wet of Arthur’s lips mixing with the water bearing down
on them makes Merlin feel wholly submerged in bliss, like nothing can reach him
as long as he’s got Arthur’s arms around him, Arthur’s thick cock pressed up
against his own.
Arthur has Merlin sit in the chair by the bed, watching as Arthur gets on all
fours and slicks himself, presses fingers into his arse and fucks back onto
them. Merlin envies Arthur’s confidence, his complete lack of anxiety at
displaying himself like this. Merlin’s never even imagined anything this hot,
and it makes him wonder what other things Arthur could show him.
“How many times have you done this?” Merlin asks, realising how humiliating his
lack of experience could turn out to be.
“Fingered myself?” Arthur lets out a breathy laugh.
“No, fucked guys.”
Arthur’s silent for a long moment, hand still between his thighs. “Never.”
“What?” Merlin sputters.
“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” Arthur says, gruff.
Merlin takes a moment to let it process, then says, “Well, shouldn’t you be …
saving this for someone special?”
“I’m older than you are,” Arthur says, and he sounds like he means it, like
it’s an important distinction. It makes Merlin feel unsettled, a tightness
gnawing at his belly.
“You’re not that much older.” Merlin means it to be reassuring, but it sounds
petulant even to his own ears.
Arthur sighs and pulls his hand away from his arse, sitting back on his feet.
He leans forward on balled-up fists, the muscles in his arms tense. “I really,
really am.”
He seems so vulnerable like this, and not just because he’s naked and wet, arse
open and exposed. He just seems raw, like being with Merlin is costing him
something. Merlin walks over to the bed and slides himself under one of
Arthur’s arms, lying on his back and looking up at Arthur’s face. His brow is
furrowed and his lips pursed—concerned, maybe a bit sad—but when he looks down
at Merlin, his eyes go soft and he smiles a bit. It makes Merlin feel warm
inside, like he’s just sunk into a hot bath, and he reaches up and smooths his
hands over Arthur’s arms, trying to ease out the tension in them.
Arthur slides one leg across Merlin, settling down on his hips, their half-hard
cocks resting together on Merlin’s belly. He lowers down to his elbows and
kisses the corner of Merlin’s lips, gentle and appreciative.
“You’re too sweet,” Arthur says, stroking his hand over Merlin’s cheek. “People
will take advantage.”
Merlin brushes his nose against Arthur’s, because he wants to, and Arthur
presses their foreheads together. “You won’t.”
“I already have,” Arthur says, and kisses him deeply.
Merlin wraps his arms around Arthur, pulls him down, strains up against the
satisfying weight of him. He isn’t really sure what hookups are supposed to
feel like, but the way Arthur kisses him feels too intense. There’s nothing
casual about Arthur’s hand on Merlin’s ribs, fingers spread wide as they curl
up around his shoulder.
The whole mood has shifted. The teasing and aggression are gone, and Arthur
seems almost fragile. Merlin doesn’t know why, but it makes him feel important,
makes him feel a bit brave. When Arthur slides up Merlin’s body a bit, Merlin
takes it as a cue, and he discards his anxiety, reaching down for his cock and
pressing the tip against Arthur.
“Fuck me,” Arthur whispers against Merlin’s mouth, broken-sounding, and Merlin
pushes up as he guides Arthur’s hips down, cock sliding into the hot clench of
Arthur’s body.
Merlin holds his breath, thinks he might pass out as Arthur sinks all the way
down. His fingers dig hard into Arthur’s hips, and when Merlin remembers to
look up at him, Arthur looks bloody euphoric, mouth open and head tipped back.
Arthur begins to move slowly, and Merlin finds it’s easy to fall into the
rhythm, rocking against him at the pace Arthur sets. He moves his hands down to
Arthur’s thighs, feeling the muscles there, letting out a loud pant when Arthur
speeds up.
Arthur’s cock looks perfect dragging across Merlin’s abdomen, and Merlin wraps
his fingers around it, thumbing at its wet tip.
“Is this okay?” Merlin asks, watching his hand, and his voice sounds too loud.
“Yeah,” Arthur says. He leans forward, stretches his arms long above Merlin’s
head, face close, and Merlin kisses him, soft and chaste. The new angle has
Arthur taking long strokes, sliding half off Merlin’s cock before fucking back
again, and Merlin knows he won’t last long this way. He pumps Arthur’s prick
hard and fast, fingers circled just under the head like he does when he wants
to get himself off quickly, and Arthur groans into it.
“You like getting fucked, don’t you?” Merlin says, embarrassed when he hears
the way he sounds, out of breath and strained.
Arthur bites his lips and smiles, nodding, fucking back onto Merlin harder,
like he likes it when Merlin talks.
“I’m so fucking hard for you,” Merlin says, and he thinks it’s stupid, but
Arthur moans so long, so pretty, that Merlin sort of breaks and starts saying
whatever weird shit comes to mind, harsh and whispered against Arthur’s chin.
Arthur’s mouth falls open and he starts gasping, his body shaking with tension
as his movements get uneven and sloppy. He reaches down and pushes Merlin’s
hand away, taking his own cock in hand and tugging on it roughly. Merlin wants
him to come, wants to see it, and he wraps his hands around Arthur’s hips,
bends his knees and plants his feet against the mattress for leverage to fuck
up into Arthur hard. Arthur sounds like he’s coming undone, high-pitched moans
spilling from him until he settles heavily down on Merlin and goes still.
Arthur’s mouth is wide open and silent as he comes, spattering Merlin’s belly.
His fuck face is beautiful, and Merlin feels like he doesn’t deserve to see it,
like it’s something sacred—that it should be saved for someone special. But
Arthur looks down at him, eyes open and focussed, and Merlin is oddly overcome
with emotion at that, knowing that Arthur wants to look at him while he comes.
He smiles up at Arthur, wide and toothy and probably looking like an idiot, and
Arthur twists his hips, sudden and rough.
Merlin’s orgasm takes him mostly by surprise, sucking the air out of his lungs
as his hips stutter and grind against Arthur’s arse, fucking upupup and
spilling inside him. It’s fucking incredible, and he feels like he’s shaking
apart, body trembling as his cock gives its last spurt. And Arthur just leans
down and holds him, keeps Merlin tucked tight inside as he presses his face
into Merlin’s neck.
Arthur eventually slips off of Merlin and thunks face down beside him on the
bed, arms stretched above his head. He looks sated and lovely, and Merlin
reaches out to touch him. He slides his hand down Arthur's back, dips his
fingers into Arthur's hole and feels his come slipping out, earning a moan from
Arthur. He scoots closer, licks at Arthur’s lips until Arthur slings an arm
over Merlin and kisses him again.
"Mm, you're such a good boy," Arthur says between kisses, sounding almost sad.
"You're gonna make some guy so happy."
Merlin looks at Arthur's gorgeous face, his sweaty brow, runs a hand over the
muscles in Arthur's back and decides he only ever wants to make Arthur happy.
“Stay another night?” Arthur says, like he’s uncertain, and Merlin kisses him
for being stupid.
“Of course.”
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