Character/s: Merlin; Arthur
Summary: Arthur's oblivious
Author's Notes: I realized after I wrote all this that it would be a scene to a much longer piece I have been writing. I think I just channeled that.
Merlin had taken his time coming to bed, hoping his blond adonis of a husband would be asleep. He stood there watching him for a moment as he put lotion on his dry elbows and knees. Arthur was propped up in bed with a phone in hand. The blankets were pulled up to his waist and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His bare sculpted chest and abs were as striking in all their glory. As Merlin climbed between the sheets he longed to run his fingers across those muscles, to fluff the golden hair on his chest and trace the line of it down his belly.
Arthur appeared to be completely oblivious to the scrutiny he was receiving. Just tapping away on his phone like it was the center of the universe. But that was typical of late. As much as Merlin wanted, he didn’t think his ego could take more rejection. Over the last few weeks every time he had tried to get more than a passing kiss Arthur had brushed him off. “I’m tired” or “I’m not in the mood.” He had tried making a couple of suggestive remarks only to be met with a smirk and nothing more. Frustrated and tired, he shoved down his aching desires and turned his back toward Arthur. He pulled the blankets up tight around his shoulders and doggedly didn’t cry himself to sleep.