anxious
andiwouldTitle: On my side.
Rating: R.
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur.
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, others.
Summary: Merlin supposedly doesn’t like Arthur, but he does like smoking weed with him. Especially because he knows what comes after, and he loves that.
Warnings: Intoxication, unsafe sex.
Word Count: 2k. Um.
Prompt:153 - Merlin.
Author's Notes: Inspired by a tumblr post that read ‘I’m only your friend because we smoke weed and get high together AU’. I managed to write it after all, though it’s not betaed, sorry!
If Merlin’s good at one thing, that’s got to be magic. And blowjobs, but that’s another matter entirely.
Merlin’s magic is useful for many things. It’s good for cheating at exams, for messing up with people’s head, for archiving further pleasure at sex, but especially for making weed. That’s probably Merlin’s greatest accomplishment. Folks at university that know of it refer to Merlin's homemade weed as ‘Merlin’s magical weed’, though they don’t know there’s actual magic in it. They just think it’s bloody awesome, which it is. It’s the best weed out there.
That’s probably the reason why Arthur came. And quite likely the reason why he kept coming back.
He’s one one those guys Merlin absolutely cannot stand. He’s one of those attention-hog type of guys; arrogant, loaded and smug. In short, Arthur’s the type of bloke Merlin would never hook up with. Not while being sober, at least. Because in spite of his awful attitude, Arthur’s got quite the looks, what with his golden-blond hair and pretty smirk. He’s one of those people that are easy to notice and difficult to forget.
Merlin knows what he likes in a guy, and, unfortunately, he happens to like Arthur’s physique— shitty personality aside. His weed, and thank fuck for that, helps to make Merlin overlook the fact that attractive-as-fuck-Arthur and self-centered-Arthur are the same person. And it’s also quite helpful at disguising the fact that Merlin quite likes sex with him. Weed and disinhibitions are wonderful things.
“I want more,” Arhur whispers, coming closer until his forehead bumps against Merlin’s and he closes his eyes, smoke dancing around them.
At some point in time since the first time they met behind the science building and now, for a reason unknown to Merlin, he made the mistake of inviting Arthur to his place two blocks away from campus, and now it seems Arthur won’t be elsewhere. The first time, he was really stoned and horny, so he wasn’t thinking straight, but now, although he’s also both things again, he could easily throw Arthur away from his place. Thing is, he doesn’t want to. The weed’s starting to make him a softie, and he doesn’t like that. Merlin’s tough and rude and unfriendly. And lately, neither Arthur seems so unpleasant nor Merlin is being so curt to him.
Merlin blinks through half-lidded eyes, deciding to stop thinking altogether before his brains explode. “You still haven’t finished it,” he notes, eyeing the fag between Arthur’s fingers.
Arthur snorts with a smile. “Don’t mean the fag, I mean more of your kisses.”
Merlin pulls his head back from the wall slowly, just a tad, so he can look into Arthur’s red and blue eyes. His face is funny. Funny and hot. “I thought you liked my weed.”
“I did, until you decided we should trade. Truth is, you taste far more better,” Arthur confesses, his posh accent thicker. And yes, trading the weed for kisses was a stupid idea Merlin should’ve never ever proposed while being wasted out of his mind.
The indie song playing through the radio is Arthur’s favourite, Merlin knows well. Arthur drops the fag on the ashtray by the bedside table, brings his hand up to the side of Merlin’s neck, fingers warm against Merlin’s skin. Merlin doesn’t move an inch as he feels them slide slowly down his chest to caress his nipple through his thin tee.
His pulse races, his magic bubbles inside him, and his dick aches in his jeans. But he doesn’t want to make it so easy for Arthur. “Maybe we should do another trade,” Arthur hums, stealing a quick kiss, grabbing Merlin’s bottom lips with his teeth and pulling at the skin. Or maybe he’s too far gone to care about easy, so Merlin just shoves Arthur against the headboard and in a swift move straddles him.
His hoodie goes off in an instant, his tee following. Arthur’s hands are desperate, as though he’s dying of thirst to savour Merlin’s skin. Merlin loves it, loves seeing Arthur this wild and needy for him, it does wonders to his libido.
First, he undresses Arthur and then lets him suck at random spots on his skin, feeling his burning tongue across the tendons of his neck, lets him pull at his hair as Merlin drinks in the feeling of Arthur’s kisses. He only shoves his hips forwards twice, but feels more in control when Arthur pushes back against him to meet his thrusts.
Things always escalate quite quickly between them after they kiss. The preliminaries consist basically of smoking weed together in Merlin’s sofa or the bed as they fuck each other with their eyes, creating the proper atmosphere as they talk about this and that, pass the fag from one to another, and watch each other blow the smoke away. It’s quite simple, but it works like a charm. Arthur’s always straining in his jeans after that, and so is Merlin.
Then it’s just mad and raw; clothes off, rutting and sex.
But today, as Arthur’s about to go down on him, a knock on the door breaks the moment.
They draw apart, startled, but don’t move until a ‘police, open the door’ shout makes Merlin jump. “Shit,” he mumbles, widening his eyes and pushing Arthur off him. He quickly pulls his boxers up, does his jeans. But as he’s about to put on his shirt, Arthur places a hand on his chest.
“Don’t,” he tells him with a glint in his eye. “If they see what they have interrupted, they’ll feel more uncomfortable and leave sooner.”
Merlin stares at him in pure incredulity. “They are the fucking police, Arthur. As soon as I open the door they are gonna smell all the weed and I’m gonna fucking go to jail.”
Arthur rolls his eyes, shoving him back to the bed. “Let me handle this,” he tells him calmly.
“Fuck,” Merlin swears under his breath again, passing a hand through his face. “Fucking Mordred, I knew I shouldn’t’ve sold to him. Stupid kid.” As he rants and hides the ashtray, he also commands his magic to lower the music to a bearable level and dissipate the smoke dancing about the room. Arthur makes a hushing motion at him before crossing over to the door and opening just as he pushes his boxers all the way up to cover himself.
The policemen that stand at the other end of the doorway reel at the sight of Arthur’s nakedness, and Merlin watches in Arthur’s profile the beginnings of a smug smile. “Yes, officers?” he asks, lifting his chin.
The two men look over Arthur’s shoulder, meeting Merlin’s eyes across the space. Merlin pretends to lie uselessly on his bed with hand on his lower stomach, not bothering to hide the quite obvious bulge beneath his jeans.The cops exchange a meaningful look before one of them shows his badge quickly. “We’ve received a squeal informing us that the owner of this property is dealing with illegal substances. We’re going to have to come in and inspect the place,” one of them speaks.
The other cop rests his hand over his gun, probably only meaning to intimidate them, and adds, “are you Merlin Emrys?”
Arthur turns his head around to glance at him, and Merlin panics. “Come on in, please.” he tells them gently, and Merlin sits up hastily, widening his eyes at Arthur over the cops’ backs as they glance around the room, moving cushions and books as they go about searching. “What the fuck?” he mouths at him, but Arthur only smirks, goes to his jeans and grabs his wallet.
“Sirs,” he says, catching their attention. “I believe this is a terrible misunderstanding. You see, my father Uther Pendragon is a very influential man and I happen to be his only son, which means that he’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep my name clean. I suggest that if you know what’s good for you, you take this—” Arthur offers them a bunch of bills and Merlin’s mouth falls. Arthur’s fucking bribing the cops, and Merlin’s pretty sure that’s a fucking crime. “and leave, inform your superiors there’s nothing to worry about here. This is only weed, after all, and I’m sure you have matters of more importance than this to take care of.” He lets the statement hang in the air for a beat, before adding, “oh, and if you ever think about coming back here, I can assure you that my father will be paying you a visit.”
The cops stare at Arthur for a beat, then look at each other. Merlin holds his breath as he waits for the rich boy attitude to make its effect, but deciding that if he needs to use his magic to save Arthur’s and his own arse, he will. He’ll make these men go and forget about them, make them say what Merlin wants. But he needn’t worrying because the cops burst out laughing, shaking their heads and snatching the money from Arthur’s hand. “These fucking rich kids,” one of them says, looking at Arthur up and down in disdain but with an accomplished smile.
“Yeah, man, at least they’re good for one thing.” the other says in a funny manner, snickering as he throws a leer in Merlin’s way. Putting a hand on his mate’s chest, he says, “come on, let’s get out of here.”
They turn around, still chuckling smugly as they paw the money and Arthur shuts the door after them with a thud.
A silence falls over them, settling upon the room until before Arthur comes tumbling down on the bed again, hovering over Merlin with a proud, satisfied smirk. Merlin hits him on the head. “You bastard,” he says, air rushing out of his chest in a gush of breath. “you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were gonna give me away.”
“You should have more faith in me, Merlin,” Arthur replies, pushing Merlin’s jeans down again with deft fingers before he lets his body drop atop Merlin’s so they are touching everywhere. “I know how to persuade people into doing what I want,” he murmurs, leaning closer and giving a wet lick to Merlin’s lips. They tingle as Merlin conceals a reluctant smile.
“Yeah?” he asks, raising his eyebrows in askance. If there’s one single moment when Arthur’s cocksure attitude doesn’t bother him, is when they flirting and lying together like this. This time around, it’s more like a turn on.
“Yeah, just look at yourself, all laid up here on the bed waiting for me to do you,” Arthur replies and Merlin bursts out laughing, throwing his head back as Arthur grabs his wrists and holds them down against the mattress beside his head. Arthur smiles. “You can laugh all you want, but one look at your cock is all the confirmation I need,” he says, before continuing with his previous ministrations before the cops’ interruption.
Arthur’s mouth glides down over the length of Merlin’s dick and Merlin’s laughter fades into a content smile as his magic flows over to Arthur, encircling him. Knowing how much Arthur likes it, Merlin lets his arms in the position Arthur had put them, only tangling his fingers through his hair when he needs something to hold onto, sighing his pleasure. Merlin makes the music switch back to the track Arthur likes, knowing it helps him getting in in the mood for what’s next. When Merlin blinks his eyes down, is to find Arthur’s gaze already on him. Something inside him tells Merlin that Arthur knows what he gets up to, what he does, what he is, but the rational part of him insist that there’s no possible way Arthur’s figured him out. Magic is as unique in this world as Merlin’s weed is.
But Arthur’s eyes promise him secrecy nonetheless, and Merlin’s smile conveys all the things he won’t say so as not to break the moment. Now’s not the time for talking.
Maybe Arthur isn’t so bad after all, and maybe Merlin doesn’t despise him as much as he told himself he had to. Maybe Merlin can be good at more things that only just magic. If Arthur’s eyes look at him like that, if his lips kiss him like that and his hands caress him like that, maybe Merlin thinks can also learn to be good at being with Arthur.
-fin.
