Summary:Merlin isn't a rent boy, but Arthur's hot and that's a lot of money.
Warnings: Small amount of Bondage.
Author's Notes: Second part of Take Off Your Clothes.
It never occurred to Merlin that he might be considered a prude one day. He wasn't. In fact his exploits with lovers thus far proved him adventurous, but that didn't mean he was a man that would show off all of his skin to some strange prat, (all-be-it exceedingly hot), that demanded it. Especially not when the man held one too many items in his hands that gave Merlin pause.
Maybe all of the above was also why Merlin hadn't run for the door, but put his bag down giving a passing thought to actually staying. He wanted to know more about what this gorgeous man was up to. What would make him so desperate to pay someone to remove their clothes? Did he need a model of some kind? Was he into kinky bondage films? The thin nylon rope and silk ties had to be used for something. The professional expensive looking camera gave the biggest hint.
But curiosity killed cats. Merlin turned for the door and started talking fast. "Listen I'm in the wrong flat. and whatever you've got planned, you were obviously expecting someone else."
"Expectations can change. I now expect you to be my savior."
Savior? Really? Merlin getting naked was going to save this man? It had to be for work of some kind. "I don't even know your name? How do you think I'm going to flash all in front of your camera?"
"Oh that?" The blond said dismissively setting down the ropes and pulling another expensive looking camera from a bag. "Yes well the finals won't have a shot of your front on display at all. And my name's Arthur."
Merlin huffed out a breath, took in some more air, and opened his eyes to the flat he stood in. Everything screamed financial excess. So this was quality porn, or this guy was a very successful mogul that liked to have kinky sex photos of strange men before he ran off to take over corporations. "It'll only take a minute or too?" Merlin was most assuredly crazy.
"I could have been done already actually." Arthur had gone from dismissive to agitated by the sound of his voice.
"I'm the one doing you the favor. You could be a little nicer about it." Merlin stepped closer to the center of the room and away from the door. He could still tutor Mordred in physics when he finished this, whatever it was. "What Am I doing?"
"Slowing me down."
Merlin huffed, removing his shoes and jumper before taking another step towards the low table in the center of the room. "How much will I be paid?"
Merlin removed his trousers and pants in one fast motion. His pale grey "Lost Unicorn" shirt got tossed to the pile on the floor since his feet were already up on the table.
Arthur smirked a little at Merlin's new found speed but said nothing else has he got to work throwing silk ties across Merlin's back.
"The tattoo isn't going to be a problem, is it?" Merlin thought of whatever work Arthur was in and how his tattoo of a small rose colored heart on his left arse cheek might negate rent for 6 months.
Arthur turned Merlin's body around on the table taking the thinner man into his gaze as if he hadn't even noticed the tiny heart. "It doesn't matter for these shots. They won't go public. It's a concept shoot for a presentation only. Put your hands behind your back, palms together. Relax your fingers."
Arthur tied off his hands very loosely with the rope letting one end of it dangle down rather enticingly. It was more for the visual than for practical use, so if he wanted Merlin could easily move his hands out of the bindings. The sensation of rope tickling the crack of his arse caused the new found model to shift a little as Arthur continued to decorate the rest of him with expensive silk ties. Pads of smooth fingers touched here or there, adjusting things. Then they were gone.
Gaius in a speedo. Clown spiders throwing dead fish. Gaius in a speedo. Clown spiders throwing dead fish.
His erection now under control, Merlin stood still as he could patiently waiting for the soft clicks of cameras to start.
"Arch your back a little", Arthur said a little lower in voice than before. like he was afraid to say what he wanted Merlin to do. His seeming discomfort made Merlin somehow feel better, like control was back in the dark haired man's hands.
Merlin tilted his hips back and looked over his shoulder to the camera. "Like this?"
Both of them seemed to stop breathing at the question.
"Yes, like that." The camera came up slowly and clicked only a few times before slipping down just as slowly from position.
"Finished then?" Merlin didn't want to speak. It was one of those moments that he was sure would end in very filthy sex if he hadn't, but some mental tick in his brain made him say something which snapped them both out of the curiously addictive tension that Merlin already wanted back in his life.
Arthur looked down at the camera going back through the couple shots he had taken. "Yeah. All done. The money's in an envelope at the door."
"All right then." Facing forward again, Merlin took his hands from the rope. Strips of silk fell from his body as he moved. A pained groan came from the man behind him, a man that ran off to another room with his camera.
This was a financial transaction. Yes there was attraction, but this was a business man of some importance and Merlin just helped him out of a tight marketing spot, most likely something to do with selling expensive ties to bored rich people on airplanes.
Quickly he got dressed and made for the door. He was already in the hallway when he heard, "Wait!"
He quirked a questioning brow at Arthur. What more was there to say?
"Finished a project that took 7 months, and one night of frantic reedits to achieve. Care to celebrate with me tonight over dinner?" The hesitance in his voice once again made Merlin feel bolder, like he had to assure and take care of the man.
"My treat then." Merlin held up the envelope with a soft smile.
Six Months later Merlin was still upset about having to see his bare arse complete with heart tattoo plastered all over London, but his boyfriend seemed proud of the compliments to his photography skills, and proud of something he kissed on a regular basis.