Title: The Night Continues…
Character/s: Merlin, Mordred, Arthur
Summary: Mordred doesn't want to stop having his fun.
Warnings: Threesome implied.
Word Count: 430
Prompt: "Sleep" for camelot_drabble
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. Just sorta written last minute. Follows "THE NIGHT"
Mordred woke up in the middle of the night, sandwiched between two men, and couldn't remember where he was. For a second, he'd panicked, but eventually, as Merlin pulled him closer, his memory was starting to become clear.
Arthur stirred next to him and he nudged his knee against Mordred's leg. They were naked. There were covers on them, sort of half on—half off, and Mordred tried not to shift to wake the men up.
He enjoyed this peace while they were asleep and he could reflect back on how incredible his night had been. It'd started so awful, and turned into something so wonderful.
He tried not to dwell on how even though Merlin and Arthur had asked him to stay, they were eventually going to tell him to leave. Three was a crowd, and Merlin and Arthur were already a pair, he wasn't going to belong with them.
A hand raked through his hair and Mordred shifted slightly to find Merlin watching him.
"Looks like you're doing some heavy thinking over there."
Mordred shook his head. "No, nothing too heavy. Just you know, revisiting the shopping list."
"Have you got plans for tomorrow?" Merlin asked, and Mordred shrugged. "You'll at least have breakfast with us, right?"
"Of course, if you'd like."
"I would like," Merlin said, tightening his grip in Mordred's hair, "to do a lot of things..."
Mordred groaned involuntarily as he leaned into Merlin's touch. He immediately stiffened up though because his moan would wake Arthur up, but he realised that — that would be okay, because they would probably go for round two.
"Don't worry, Arthur can sleep through anything..."
"You mean, you want me, without, but I mean..."
"If you want me to wake him up..."
"No!" Mordred said, and then felt immediately felt stupid. "I mean, he's your boyfriend. And, uh, you and I on the bed..."
Merlin gave him a soft smile that melted Mordred's heart. He must think Mordred to be so naive. Incredibly inexperienced. Which he was. And then, Merlin's smile turned mischievous.
"I can bet you anything that in the morning when I'm making breakfast, Arthur is going to drag you in the shower for some alone time."
Mordred wanted to say more. He wanted to tell Merlin that he thought it was incredible that they were so open. They knew each other well, liked to have fun, and didn't get jealous. And that they shared. He was thankful that they shared. Especially shared him with each other.
"Kiss me..." was all Mordred said before Merlin fulfilled his wish.