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Friend of a Friend

Author: travelingmystic
Title: Friend of a Friend
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine
Summary: It was Gwaine's fault. Somehow, it was always Gwaine's fault.
Warnings: Modern AU, adult situations, explicit sexual content
Word Count: 991, give or take
Prompt: Perfectly Imperfect
Author's Notes: Not beta'd



Written for the prompt Perfectly Imperfect.



Of all the activities Arthur expected to find himself engaging in on a Saturday night, sitting in front of his computer screen with his hand down his boxers was not one of them.


It was Gwaine's fault. Somehow, it was always Gwaine's fault.


Sure, Arthur had gotten uncharacteristically shit-faced the night before. And sure, he may have told Gwaine that he hadn't been laid in almost a year over pints of the tavern's house beer. Arthur may have even, under intoxicated circumstances, told Gwaine that he had a thing for skinny, dark haired emo boys.


He hadn't expected Gwaine to sneak his phone off the table and give his friend of a friend Arthur's contact information when he went to the loo.


A friend of a friend, who, it turned out, was not only skinny and dark-haired, but had gorgeous blue eyes and a deliciously fat cock.



When Arthur woke up the next morning, dehydrated and vowing never to drink again, he was greeted to a string of dirty text messages accompanied by a (very pleasing) dick pic.



The sensible thing to do would be to text the well-endowed stranger back, informing them that, while they had a lovely cock, they also had the wrong number. Instead, Arthur's fingers found themselves typing a message of introduction, and, for some reason, giving said stranger his information for the video chat service he used. He had promptly received a text back, in which the dark-haired boy had announced he would call him via the service at eight o'clock that night. The stranger had phrased his message in a way that was less asking, and more telling Arthur to answer the call. Not usually one to take orders, Arthur had found the other man's directness incredibly hot.


Palms sweaty and heart racing, Arthur logged in to the video service at five minutes to eight. He waited anxiously, and was not disappointed when he heard the chime indicating that he had an incoming call. With a deep breath, he clicked the button and accepted the call.


A box popped up on the screen, displaying live camera footage from the caller on top, and a box for text messages at the bottom. Arthur was pleased to see the boy from the photograph, all high cheek bones and messy dark hair. He said a nervous hello, before the boy on the screen raised a long, slender finger to his beautiful lips.


After a moment of confusion, a ping alerted Arthur to a new message.



PerfectlyImperfect: Shhh, baby. I don't want to hear your voice until it's screaming my name.



Oh, God. Arthur could feel his cheeks flush, and his cock begin to stir in interest.



APendragon: I've never done this before.



Arthur looked up at the boy on the screen, who gave him a cheeky wink.



PerfectlyImperfect: Don't worry about it; just have fun. You have an absolutely gorgeous face. I'd like to see more.



While Arthur had been reading, the boy must have adjusted his camera. His lovely face could still be seen, but he seemed to have placed his camera on a higher surface: the angle showed the smooth skin of his bare chest, and an unobscured view of his denim-clad lap.



His own laptop had a built-in camera, and Arthur was unsure of how to adjust it to suit the other boy's desires. He fiddled with the top of the computer, feeling incredibly awkward. He hoped that his blush was not obvious to his audience. After a moment, he heard the familiar message ping.


PerfectlyImperfect: It's fine like that, sweetheart. Be a good boy and relax for me.



Arthur looked up at the screen, and was surprised to see that the boy had also removed his jeans. His pale, slender fingers were wrapped around his thick girth, pulling in lazy strokes. The boy gave him a smile, and began to type in a message with his left hand.


PerfectlyImperfect: Now you, baby.


Arthur set the laptop on the coffee table, made quick work of his fly, and pushed his pants down to his knees. Tentatively, he sneaked a hand down his boxers, matching the slow, torturous strokes of the boy on his computer screen.



Although everything was still a bit new and awkward, Arthur was really beginning to enjoy the seductive game he and this stranger were playing. He reached for his keyboard, and began to fumble around the keys left-handed.



APendragon: What would you do if I were there?



PerfectlyImperfect: Mmm, sweetheart. You have the face of an angel, but I'd bet you'd love to be stuffed with daddy's big cock, wouldn't you?



A moan escaped Arthur's lips, and his hand sped up on his achingly hard cock. The dark-haired boy smiled, his hand speeding up to match his partner's pace.



PerfectlyImperfect: Yes, baby, just like that. You know what I'd love to do? Throw you down on my bed, face down and arse up. I'd eat your tight little ass until you're begging me to let you come. Then, when you don't think you can take anymore, I'd shove my cock into you, and fuck you into the mattress. How does that sound, sweetheart?



Unable to control himself, Arthur stroked once, twice, and painted his stomach and chest with his release. A moment later, the boy on the camera was also found his release, a beautiful moan on those angelic lips.



Arthur wiped his hands on his boxers, then turned his attention to his sweaty brow.



APendragon: This was fun. Want to do it again sometime?



The boy on the camera seemed to be looking down at his keyboard, his brow slightly furrowed. After a moment, he began typing once again.



PerfectlyImperfect: I was thinking something a little more intimate. Meet me for dinner next Friday?



Arthur smiled at the dark-haired boy, who was staring back, a hopeful look on his pretty features.


APendragon: Only if you make good on your promise to eat my ass afterwards.

Fin



Author's closing notes: As always, Merlin does not belong to me. Also, I wanted to mention that this fic romanticizes a potentially dangerous situation. I don't condone giving away people's personal information without permission (like Gwaine did), or video chatting/agreeing to meet up with a stranger (like Arthur.) I added them in the story, 'cause, well ... it's hot when it's theoretical, and in a fictional setting.

Also, I initially started writing this prompt as a Merlin/Will Modern AU/Reincarnation fic. Uhh ... what happened? ;)
Tags: pt 251:perfectly imperfect, rating:nc-17, type:drabble
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