Title: Everyone Needs a Hobby
Summary: Arthur responds to Merlin's message
Word Count: 451
Author's Notes: Part two!!
Arthur has many reasons for rejecting a message. He has a list of them, pinned up behind his notice board. It starts with creepy eyes and ends with wants children. But magic-em, or Merlin as his profile states, fits none of the criteria. Arthur isn’t sure how he feels about that. Because Merlin is fit. Really, stupidly gorgeous; if he managed to take a decent photograph he’d look like a model. All long lines and angles that Arthur wants to strip and lick, all over.
But then there’s Merlin’s message. And that sparks more of a genuine interest in Arthur. Most of the people Arthur fucks from this website are purely objects to him, but Merlin…
Hi, you make some pretty big claims on your profile, care to show me if you can follow through?
Merlin’s going to be fun. Merlin isn’t in awe of him, Merlin seems to take him as a challenge. It’s going to be interesting. And that’s a little bit worrying.
Because Arthur has all he needs. He’s got his friends, and enough problems not to want to add a relationship to their number. He doesn’t want to be interested; only madness lies that way.
Still, Merlin seems safe enough. His About Me is generic, talking about his interests in painting and music and history. He does mention that he doesn’t want a relationship, is adamant about it in fact. So even if Arthur’s interest is piqued, Merlin will keep them away from anything more serious. Which is just as well, because Arthur cannot be dealing with a boyfriend.
He likes sex; loves it in fact. Everyone has to have a hobby, and fucking is Arthur’s. He’s damn good at it, too, and he knows it. Everyone he sleeps with is more than happy. But anything more serious – that’s something Arthur won’t put himself in for. A relationship is like a business agreement, and Arthur is not on the market. If he were, he’d be settling for a lot higher than this site has to offer.
Claims implies they’re untrue, Arthur writes, Don’t you doubt it. I’ll meet you at Jamie Oliver’s restaurant tomorrow night at 6 pm. Bring your overnight things.
Arthur doesn’t know why he writes the last. He usually winks and charms his way into their bed, rather than taking them home. He thinks that it must be because he wants the comfort of his own bed, his own lube and toys to take Merlin apart with. Tells himself he needs to get working quickly in the morning, needs to stay in his own flat. But it’s not entirely true.
Arthur doesn’t know what to do with that, other than act like nothing’s changed.