Ficlet: Hey
Jan. 10th, 2009 01:25 pmTitle: Hey
Characters: Arthur/Merlin
Author:
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Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
Notes: I always write like this when I'm either really tired or kind of drunk (or both).
Summary: Arthur comes and Merlin quite likes it.
“Come on,” Arthur says, “Come on and come fuck me.”
You’ll come on all right, it’ll be a humdinger. Your cock in his arse and his breath on your face; his breath blooms in heat, warm like hot mead as he breathes on your cheeks—
He exhales in heaves, you breathe him in deep. Arthur kisses you hard. It’s rough, it’s fierce, it’s Arthur Pendragon and his tongue’s in your mouth.
Come on, Arthur whispers in between your teeth.
You don’t know what he’s begging for; he’s a little cock slut. Your cock’s in his arse and he’s rocking for more, hips bobbing up and down like it isn’t your dick thrust inside of him. Riding him. Flesh to flesh and digging deep for the rest—
Your heart beats quick, his arse clenches your dick. Merlin, he says, and his legs spread wide. It’s a sign. The inner skin of his knees speak to you and it’s clear. They say:
Want you buried between, like you weren’t born apart. And Merlin, you haven’t the heart to deny him anything. He hides his face in the space between pillows—bites a corner, locks his ankles, his legs twining around you in the tightest of snares.
Arthur’s blond hair is in his face. Arthur’s face as he falls from grace—
God, you swear under your breath. Arthur's stretched taut, string of a lute that’s been plucked and shivering.
Come on, you hear yourself saying, Arthur, come on. Arthur listens for once, keeps coming for you. You ride it out, letting go yourself. Your head drops forth and Arthur cranes up for your mouth, catches it, nurses it. Lips pursing throughout until you’re both tired, drawn out.
There are low-murmured breaths shared between the breadth of your bodies (the space it takes to spread your fingers and touch). Arthur’s ring finger lingers over your thumb and you crook it just so, small reminder that he shouldn’t roll away. He wouldn’t anyway, but still you keep him close. Your throat gritty and hoarse, you say:
“Hey,” you say. “Hey let me stay this time. I won’t be in your way. I’ll wake myself when the sun’s come up, slip away before anyone else gets up—”
Clucking his tongue like a mother hen, Arthur paws down at your fringe ‘till it’s over your eyes. He sighs, replies, “Go to sleep, Merlin. Stay here for the night.”
Characters: Arthur/Merlin
Author:
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money being made.
Notes: I always write like this when I'm either really tired or kind of drunk (or both).
Summary: Arthur comes and Merlin quite likes it.
“Come on,” Arthur says, “Come on and come fuck me.”
You’ll come on all right, it’ll be a humdinger. Your cock in his arse and his breath on your face; his breath blooms in heat, warm like hot mead as he breathes on your cheeks—
He exhales in heaves, you breathe him in deep. Arthur kisses you hard. It’s rough, it’s fierce, it’s Arthur Pendragon and his tongue’s in your mouth.
Come on, Arthur whispers in between your teeth.
You don’t know what he’s begging for; he’s a little cock slut. Your cock’s in his arse and he’s rocking for more, hips bobbing up and down like it isn’t your dick thrust inside of him. Riding him. Flesh to flesh and digging deep for the rest—
Your heart beats quick, his arse clenches your dick. Merlin, he says, and his legs spread wide. It’s a sign. The inner skin of his knees speak to you and it’s clear. They say:
Want you buried between, like you weren’t born apart. And Merlin, you haven’t the heart to deny him anything. He hides his face in the space between pillows—bites a corner, locks his ankles, his legs twining around you in the tightest of snares.
Arthur’s blond hair is in his face. Arthur’s face as he falls from grace—
God, you swear under your breath. Arthur's stretched taut, string of a lute that’s been plucked and shivering.
Come on, you hear yourself saying, Arthur, come on. Arthur listens for once, keeps coming for you. You ride it out, letting go yourself. Your head drops forth and Arthur cranes up for your mouth, catches it, nurses it. Lips pursing throughout until you’re both tired, drawn out.
There are low-murmured breaths shared between the breadth of your bodies (the space it takes to spread your fingers and touch). Arthur’s ring finger lingers over your thumb and you crook it just so, small reminder that he shouldn’t roll away. He wouldn’t anyway, but still you keep him close. Your throat gritty and hoarse, you say:
“Hey,” you say. “Hey let me stay this time. I won’t be in your way. I’ll wake myself when the sun’s come up, slip away before anyone else gets up—”
Clucking his tongue like a mother hen, Arthur paws down at your fringe ‘till it’s over your eyes. He sighs, replies, “Go to sleep, Merlin. Stay here for the night.”
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Date: 2009-01-11 03:45 pm (UTC)But GAH! It was so hot and enticing.
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Date: 2009-01-11 04:33 pm (UTC)Hey honey, if you ever do want to check out the show, try sidereel (http://www.sidereel.com/Merlin). They've got it there.
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Date: 2009-01-13 01:28 am (UTC)Lovely use of rhyme and repetition there :) Also, SECOND PERSON FTW.
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Date: 2009-01-13 02:28 am (UTC)(Also, love your mood theme. Dean's so cute when he's stuffing his face. He's like the best priest ever)
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Date: 2009-01-13 03:23 am (UTC)Lovely poetry, like this: Arthur’s face as he falls from grace—
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Date: 2009-01-13 03:26 am (UTC)Thanks for the wonderful feedback, hon.
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Date: 2009-01-13 08:20 pm (UTC)i loved it :D
i liked the ending i thought it was dead cute x
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Date: 2009-01-17 03:33 am (UTC)Does your icon mean IPA, the beer? Because I just had one earlier. Good stuff.
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Date: 2009-02-19 08:53 am (UTC)So, besides being unbelievably hot, this is going to be really memorable for the writing, which sometimes comes really close to poetry. I love a writer who knows what to do with assonance. Seriously, I'll be in my bunk - thinking about the words, not the porn. [or the words that make up the porn, whatever]
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Date: 2009-04-22 03:56 am (UTC)“Hey,” you say. “Hey let me stay this time. I won’t be in your way. I’ll wake myself when the sun’s come up, slip away before anyone else gets up—”
Ouch. The ending is almost bittersweet, that Merlin feels he has to convince Arthur to let him stay, kind of a reminder of what serperates them even after they connected like this.
But then, of course, Arthur has him stay :)
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Date: 2009-04-26 02:09 pm (UTC)Your fb is awesome. AWESOME, I SAY.
xoxo
p.s. omg the tobago thing...i'm SO SICK OF MY FRIENDS. i'm thisclose to calling the whole thing off through a passive aggressive e-mail. but i'm leaning more towards ignoring the trip-planning until it gets obvious it's not gonna happen, in a greater gesture of passive aggressiveness. so in my head, barring them actually stepping up, tobago is OVER. UGH. this whole thing was just an exercise in stressing me out and making me feel stupid for even trying :P and there's no way in hell i'm planning a bday dinner or club night now, much less a bday vaca. OVER IT OVER IT OVER IT i want a hug rachie ;_;
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