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weepingwillow9Title: At Last
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin, past Arthur/Lancelot and Arthur/Gwaine
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: A high school au in which Arthur chases Merlin for ages
Warnings: None
Word Count: 366
Prompt: At Last
Author's Notes: I'm ill, don't blame me for bad writing! Happy First Year everyone!
Finally, Arthur thinks, dragging Merlin into the dressing rooms. It’s been months of rehearsals, of Arthur pretending to want to be in the school play, miming along like a goldfish with the chorus. And then the weeks of performance, always being there, waiting for Merlin with a microphone and his hat. Merlin would always forget the hat.
Arthur thinks of all of those moments, so similar, stacked up one after the other, of the late nights of watching Merlin strip off the stage makeup with wipe after wipe, taking him a too-sweet hot chocolate before he had to go home. Those are fond memories, of Merlin as something sweet and talented and wonderful and almost perhaps loved by Arthur.
But then there are the long days of sitting around, waiting for Merlin to get the scene right so they can move on to rehearse the next one and Arthur can at least pretend to be doing something, instead of lying on the floor in the school hall with the play he’s supposed to be reading for English balanced open across his face, wondering why getting to sleep with Merlin is so much harder than it was with Gwaine, or even Lancelot. At least Lance only wanted a few dates. It would be so much easier if he could still be sleeping with Lance.
But instead his stupid
But, licking Merlin’s mouth open in gasps and sighs and clutches at Arthur’s shirt, he knows just how worth it everything has been. And he doesn’t reach into Merlin’s trousers, only slides his hands under his shirt to find the warm skin, exploring every inch of his mouth. And for the first time, it seems like it doesn’t matter if they never do anything more, because this is nice enough as it is, and it’s Merlin, soft and hard at the same time, and fun and coy and playful and everything Arthur could possibly want, and he’s kissing him, and it’s right, and it’s at last.