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Inopportune

Author: weepingwillow9
Title: Inopportune
Rating: NC-17
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur/Lancelot/Gwaine
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine, Lancelot
Summary: They choose the worst moments for these things
Warnings: Sex, and foursomeness
Word Count: 729
Prompt: Kissing
Author's Notes: And this is because I promised :) And it's probably awful, but foursome logistics are difficult while keeping them from turning into two couples!



It starts with a very inopportunely timed kiss.

They’re eating the picnic that Lance had thought to pack in their saddlebags that morning, teasing Gwaine about how useless he is with the tack, and they really should have seen it coming. But Gwaine launches himself at Arthur and, instead of the expected tickle attack, he kisses Arthur silent. And his weight’s all over Arthur, keeping him down, so the kiss just goes on. And it deepens, and Gwaine’s hands start wandering.

And Lance coughs.

He’s blushing quite an outrageous shade of red, and he takes one look at Merlin, and one more at Arthur and Gwaine, and starts packing up the food.

The journey back to the cabin would be uncomfortable on its own, but as it is they have to ride back to the main house to return the horses, since they have nowhere to tether them at the cabin. By the time they get back, walking, Gwaine wears a miserable pout and Arthur is short-tempered. He snaps at the lock when he can’t get the door to open immediately.

A glow of Merlin’s eyes later and they’re inside, and Lance tries to get to the kitchen to put the remains of the picnic away, only to find Merlin’s hand fisted in his shirt, grip firm.

“Bed,” he commands, and his glow just a little. Lance’s knees go weak at that.

And then they’re upstairs, and fumbling in their impatience with their clothes. Merlin gets himself tangled in his t-shirt, so Arthur, already only in his boxers, finds himself having to help, ghosting his fingers up Merlin’s chest to tug the wretched thing up from where it’s caught on Merlin’s chin and his ears. Merlin shivers and drapes himself around Arthur, kissing over the muscles in his shoulders, his arms, his chest. Arthur hooks an arm around his waist and tugs him to the bed.

And Gwaine’s found the lube, which Merlin decides he deserves a wet, messy kiss for. Lance hovers at the edge of the bed, looking his fill, so Arthur tugs his pants down and shocks him out of it with a nip over his hipbone. Lance smiles at that, and kisses Arthur, a slow, lingering press and suck that leaves him pulling Lance into his lap and pushing up into him, while next to them Gwaine deals with Merlin’s jeans, and his pants, and teases his mouth over his cock, just a little.

Just enough to tip his head back, the tendons standing out on his neck, beautiful and tempting for Lance, who can’t help but kiss it, suck and bite the skin there, lingering over the rise of his Adam’s apple. Merlin moans, caught between the two flares of sensation, and Lance catches the sound with his mouth, lets it run through him as he grinds his hips down into Arthur, finally taking hold of his boxers and pulling them down, shifting, arching, against him.

Arthur pushes him off when it gets too much. Rolls over and snatches the lube from Gwaine, running a hand down his spine before uncapping it and pouring a little into his hand, starting to open Gwaine up with tiny shifts of his fingers. Gwaine fucks back on them, determined, ready, head dropping between his shoulders for Merlin to kiss. Merlin makes desperate motions at the bottle, so Arthur passes it over, and he gives it to Lance, to open him in scissoring movements, slow and gentle and nearly there but never quite enough.

Arthur fucks Gwaine on his knees, hard, and faster, faster, every time Gwaine tells him to. Lance pushes into Merlin slowly, teasing though he never means it, and Merlin’s fists cling onto the sheets.

Arthur comes first, and he stops to watch Merlin and Lance. Merlin’s whimpers are precious and perfect and Arthur shuffles himself under Merlin’s arched back, trusting Lance to hold his hips still while he angles his mouth over Merlin’s cock, helping him to come in careful licks and sucks.

And when he’s finished, and Lance really isn’t, Gwaine pulls him over, into his embrace. And he wraps Lance’s legs around him, and he takes him faster, nipping at his neck and kissing him and stroking his hands over his chest until Lance gives over and gives in, and they come together.

And then, exhausted and sated and smiling, they kiss.




Tags: *c:weepingwillow9, c:arthur, c:gwaine, c:lancelot, c:merlin, pt 020:kissing, rating:nc-17, type:drabble
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