Summary: Percy works on an assignment that turns out a bit different than intended
Word Count: 822
Prompt: Hunk du Jour
Percy had watched for quite a while and held his breath when the boy finally finished his training, emerging from underneath the water, his black hair plastered to his head which made his ears look even bigger.
The other pulled the swim goggles off his eyes and shook his head, sending water drops flying everywhere.
Percy’s mouth went dry – as it did every time when he witnessed this - and it felt as if the world moved in slow-motion as the boy pulled himself up at the side of the pool. He wasn’t sure if he was able to hold that little strangled sound back as he watched the water flowing off the broad shoulders, down the sculpted chest to the narrow waist. The pencil he was holding snapped between his fingers and he pushed his sketchbook tighter to his groin.
He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down, but almost shrieked when he opened them again and found the swimmer standing next to him. He’d pulled a training jacket on and was toweling his hair and Percy could have stared at the wide smile that lit up his whole world forever.
Percy tried to come up with an answer, but the only thing he found in his brain was the image of tumbleweed being blown across the dusty main street of a deserted town in a cowboy movie.
“How did turn out?” Merlin – Percy had done a quick google search the day before and found the name on the team’s website - motioned to the sketchbook.
“Err…” Oh, swell, now he will think you’re a complete idiot.
“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad. You’re working on it for two days now.” The star of the school’s swim team sat down next to him.
“Of course. There are rarely people in here that don’t belong here. I mean, who aren’t swimmers or coaches or something like that. So you stick out a bit.” Merlin smiled again. “And I saw you pulling out that sketchbook and draw. So…do I get to see it?”
Percy stared in horror. Would he have a chance to leaf back to that original drawing of some other swimmers in the water? But the other boy dried his hands on his towel again and reached for the sketchbook.
Feeling the colour rise to his cheeks, Percy just wanted to die. Was there any way to explain the last drawing? He had worked on it last night in his room when he was sure that his roomie was asleep and it so had nothing to do with his assignment for art class.
“I’m…listen, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…” Percy reached for the sketchbook, ready to flee.
“This is how you see me?”
Knowing exactly that Merlin was looking at a sketch of himself, his head bowed, water sluicing off him, looking a bit more like in the shower than near a pool, Percy could only nod. “I…I don’t know, it just…”
Another one of those smiles that made Percy’s knees weak broke on the boy’s face. “That’s brilliant. Is this for your art class? Could you…I don’t know, maybe scan it for me?”
Percy blinked blankly once or twice. He had been so sure that he would be chased out of the pool in disgrace that the words took a while to sink in. “You…you like it?”
“Nobody ever did anything like that. It looks…,” there was a small blush on those wonderful sharp cheekbones, “it looks so sexy.”
“You can have it.”
“But you need it for class!”
Despite the fierce blush on his own face, Percy grinned. “Miss Morgaine would have my hide if I handed this in. It’s not really a ‘study of the human body in motion’, is it?”
“Not really, but it’s so much more beautiful than the original.” Merlin winked and Percy’s insides did a somersault – double and backwards, too.
With everybody else, Percy would have mentioned something like ‘fishing for compliments’, but all he could do was shake his head. As he tried to rip the drawing out of the sketchbook, the other stopped him.
“If I take that along into the locker room, it’ll be ruined. What if you give me a few minutes to take a quick shower and get dressed and then we’ll go have a tea or something over at the café?”
Percy just stared. Had he just been asked out on a tea-date? He nodded, open-mouthed and watched as Merlin bounced away. Was it his overly active imagination or had the other just swayed his hips a bit to show off?
When they sat at a table, both a steaming mug of fresh tea in front of them, Merlin leaned forward a bit, a twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous grin on his face. “So, Percy…what was that about modeling for you in the nude?”