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Merlin's dick was in his pants.
Well, obviously you may say.
And Merlin would not tell you why it bothered him so much that his dick was in his pants. Simply because he didn't want it to be know. That was his private business.
Yet, it was the simple truth. Merlin's dick was in his pants and his very hot neighbors was talking to him. Not aware at all that Merlin's dick was in his pants.
Not aware that the only thing stopping Merlin from flashing him was his shoe, valiantly holding said dick with his thick edge.
Merlin could only blame himself for it, he knows this particular boxer was slightly too big. Yet he put them on anyway. He had told himself it would be fine when he knew very well the truth.
So there he was, trying to hold a simple conversation about plants with his, again, very hot neighbor. A very hot neighbor with a beautiful smile, a wonderful ass and a voice sweeter than honey if one were to ignore his pratishness.
He had been trying to get into that man pants for months now. It seems his cock had grown tired of his pining and had decided this was the day to fly away.
"—which is why this year I gave up. I simply put all the bulbs in one spot. If they get eaten then get eaten. I'm not going to kill my back again—"
I could blow your back out his mind provided uselessly. Because surely it was not enough to be anxious about potentially flashing someone and having to come out in the same time. No, no, his mind also needed to bring the sinful image of his very hot neighbor gasping on his c—
"I think I forgot my cake in the oven" Merlin cut through, he needed to leave now.
To be clearer, he had dumbling cut through the conversation; he could not leave. This was the very issue.
He had a dick in his pants.
He had a dick in his pant that was one shoe away from kissing the grass.
As any normal man would have to such basic interaction, Arthur simply said "Oh, okay." and looked at him, expecting him to bolt away.
Which, obviously, Merlin did not.
Arthur looked confusingly at him, frowning. It was undoubtedly very cute but Merlin had no braincell available to admire him. The only things he was aware now was the sweat on his back, his beating heart and the dick in his goddamn pants.
He needed him to leave now.
What could make a straight man leaves a situation as fast as possible? Merlin only knew of one thing and at this point he was ready to trade an extremely embarrassing coming out that included his dick coming out as well for an extremely embarrassing coming out to a straight dude so long as it excluded his dick.
He did not think Arthur was the kind of man to punch a pansexual man in the face over such thing.
Hopefully.
Not only because he really did not fancy getting punched in the face. He very much did not want to get punched and then inevitably flash someone with his dick.
He bended forward on their gooseberry hedge, carefully not moving that foot.
"I was wondering" he left a blank "If you would like a piece of it."
Arthur looked even more confused now. Not because Merlin was offering him some cake. No. They had eaten in each other house more than once.
However, it was not something they asked. Usually, they just proclaimed that the other will come for dinner at that was it.
They very much did not ask in a very awkward flirty way either.
Arthur opened his mouth to inquire but before he could say anything Merlin rushed in.
"As in, as a date."
Arthur looked at him.
Merlin gluped.
Arthur kept looking at him.
Merlin did not move.
"I—" Arthur kept his mouth open.
At that point, Merlin would generally have backed down. Not that he would ever deny asking someone on a date no. Heterosexual men could deal with the possibility of another man asking them out. Yet, he could empathize with someone assuming this was a purely platonical interaction and then discover it was very much not.
Especially straight people, heaven knows how clueless they were about the idea of maybe considering the possibility of ever interacting with a queer person. It simply did not register in their head.
Merlin generally had a very good laugh with Gwaine over that fact. It was just hilarious to think about. Him? Straight?
Merlin was definitely not laughing now.
He was begging Arthur's brain to catch up and awkwardly reject him or whatever. Anything to get out of this misery.
"So? " he tried again confidently, in general it got the job done and scared them away.
Arthur, because obviously nothing was ever straightforward with Arthur, did not move.
His mouth was still open and slowly... Blush? Was rising on his cheek.
Oh.
Oh.
Merlin blinked, mirroring his surprise for a second. Then, he leaned harder on the hedge.
He could work with that.
"So?" He said again, confidently himself, his eyes trailing down on Arthur's lips. "You know I can't read your mind, right? I know you got used to it with your butler and all..."
This got Arthur scrolling, not a bad one Merlin knew Arthur liked how he did not bow to The Pendragons - Richer Than You Can Dream To Ever Be. Arthur liked it even more when Merlin bullied him a bit over it. Dare he say, Arthur loved it.
Some people may say this was not romantic at all but these people did not have Arthur Pendragon speechless and blushing turns into an offended and yet still blushing Arthur Pendragon. So what did they know?
"I can't go on a date full of dirt, Merlin." Arthur said like one may say Do you have a mental inflection?
Merlin was sure his own mouth had spoken in place of his brain; Arthur seemed to be surprised by his own voice.
"So, see you at dinner at 6 pm then?" He waited for Arthur to move, he did not. "Unless you are waiting for the rain to wash you up?"
"Don't you have a cake burning up?" Arthur replied but he was already walking, rushing, away revealing the blush that was covering his neck and spreading under his shirt.
Merlin let himself watch him. He had watched before but now he could watch, watch with the knowledge that this was not an impossible dream anymore.
He could watch his sunkissed hair and imagine his hand running through it. He could watch those shoulders and imagine putting his head on them. He could look at that back and imagine dropping kisses in the line of his spine. He could let his eyes trail down on those legs, how nice they would feel locked behind him.
He looked at him disappearing into his house. He stayed a bit longer then, savoring the taste of a maybe.
Deep in his thoughts, he had forgotten about the dick situation. He turned around carelessly and felt it slip through.
He lowered his gaze, horrifid, on his dick, laying in the open. He was never more glad for his pure hatred over the 3 cm tall grass desert. Thank to it, his cock was objectively perfectly hidden from few. Yet, his grass did not feel nearly tall enough at the moment.
Swiftly, he grabbed it and shoved it into his pocket as discreetly as possible.
Now that his dick was somewhat safe and secure, his mind could wander once more.
He asked Arthur on a date.
Blush rose on his cheek as he strode toward his own house. His tummy fluttered nicely.
He had pratishly said yes.
Somehow, he could feel this would go well.