Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Freya, Elena
Summary: Arthur knows trouble when he sees it.
Warnings: Modern AU, adult content, implied infidelity
Word Count: 550
Author's Notes: Not beta'd
Arthur knows trouble when he sees it.
The music blares around him, the bass a dull thud in the dimly lit club. He downs a Gin and Tonic, then another, scanning the crowd lazily. Girls walk by in short skirts and fishnets, men in dress shirts and dark jeans.
He knew that the potential to make mistakes was high before he even called the Uber. Horny beyond belief and having been thorough the week from Hell, Arthur was desperate to get some sort of relief. For the millionth time, he cursed Elena for taking a job halfway across the country. Sure, it had been good for her career, but what use was a relationship with someone you could never see?
By the third drink, Arthur realizes he is being watched.
From across the bar, two strangers, one man and one woman, track his movements. They look very alike; all pale skin and dark hair. The man winks cheekily, raising his glass. The woman, who had watched the exchange with rapt interest, stares at Arthur intently, as though anticipating his next move.
Arthur's half empty glass sits forgotten at the bar as his sweaty body sways to the music. Firm hands hold his hips, a pair of lips sucking and kissing the sensitive skin of his neck. His hand grips behind him, finding purchase in the man's thick, dark curls. His partner's breath is warm against him, his hard cock rubbing against his arse with a delicious friction.
Although at least a foot shorter than him, his other partner grinds against his front. Under the heady spell of alcohol and lust, he grabs her arse with his free hand. Before he knows it, her lips are crushed against his, rushed and rough.
He's not sure when they told him their names, but they're on his lips as he pumps his cock in and out of Freya's tight heat. Her thin legs wrap around his waist, her little tits bouncing with each and every thrust.
From behind, Merlin slams into him, holding his hips the way he had at the club. He hasn't had a proper fuck from a bloke in years, and the sensation is nearly dizzying. Merlin's cock is huge, and a particularly hard thrust has him screaming his name.
“Like that, you little slut?” The man's voice is thick like honey, and Arthur's brain turns to mush. A hand lands on his backside sharply, and Arthur sees stars as he fills Freya with his spend.
It's almost sweet, the way Arthur wakes up between them. Merlin's thin arm lays across his waist, Freya's head on his shoulder. Arthur gently extracts himself from between them, gathering his clothes as quietly as he can.
He can't find his shirt, but doesn't particularly care. He knows he's fucked up, and is seriously dreading the day that he'll have to see Elena again.
He walks to the front door, his eye catching a notepad and pen laying on the table beside it. A part of him thinks it's a stupid fucking idea, but what was the harm in another mistake?
He tears off a sheet from the notepad, and hastily scribbles his name and phone number down. Before he can change his mind he's out the door, shivering in the cold morning light.
Closing notes: As always, Merlin does not belong to me.