littlesleepfic

title: From Here to There
fandom: Merlin
pairing: Merlin/Arthur
rating: adult
warning: underage/older (teenage!Merlin/grownup!Arthur), dub-con, stranger!sex, voyeurism, pwp
note: Mabonwitch wrote a tube sex story. Then Lola asked for one. Can this be a new genre? Strangers who have tube sex during commute?
summary: Merlin and Will are on the train after footie practice, meet Arthur.




They always find the after-work commuters clogging up the station when they leave practice. Yet Will just rolls his eyes at Merlin's caginess, jerks him through the crowd by the knobbly elbow and forces their way on the tube. They get some grumbles and annoyed
looks, but no one's going to stop some kids from going home after school.

Sometimes they're pressed right up against each other and everyone else, and to make room, Will starts thumping his ball to Merlin's chest. Merlin always winces and steps back, rubbing his chest and the crowd gives up a little more space to the irresponsible teenagers, roughhousing.

Tonight, the train rocks slow and groany with the weight of its cargo, the whole car packed to the gills with commuters until Merlin's hips are flexed right into Will's and he keeps going "em, sorry," when the sway rolls him closer.

"...you're goddamn bony as hell, ouch," Will complains too loud, making a blond business dude behind Merlin snort.

"Sorry," Merlin says again and then the train rocks him into the blond dude and Merlin looks around, double-takes, and turns back to Will, jaw stiff.

"What is it? Is that dude copping a feel?" Will asks loudly, and the guy looks over Merlin's shoulder at him, eyebrows raised in surprise.

Merlin gives him a worried look, whispers "Will!" but Will just laughs, realizing what's really wrong.

"You're afraid he's going to give you a boner, huh?" he says conversationally.

Merlin's face goes slack with horror, and the blond dude glances up again, startled.

"Hey," Will fake-whispers over Merlin's shoulder, tucking his chin there. "If you want to cop a feel, go right on. He's into gits like you. That...blond, old as fuck thing does it for him."

"Will," Merlin moans, fighting to get his hand up over his flushed face.

The blond guy stares back at Will, eyes a bit haughty. And then his gaze turns to the back of Merlin's head, and he smiles warmly, leans closer, says right at Merlin's ear "you of age?"

Merlin's face goes comically wide-eyed, startled, and Will cracks up, jostling some people behind him.

"Oh Jesus, Merlin, your face," he says, and watches as Merlin shoots another, frowny look over his shoulder at the man.

The man smiles back, all slow, and then jerks his head to get his longish hair out of his eyes. "Merlin, huh?" he asks.

"Yeah," Merlin says, breathy. He clears his throat then, pained, turns away.

The train jogs them together as it veers left and Will feels Merlin's erection, tented against him.

"Oh my god," he laughs and Merlin shoots him the sharpest look ever, so Will puts a hand over his mouth.

When the train gets to their stop, Merlin puts his backpack in front of him, face full of embarrassment as he tries to shift around Arthur.

"Just so you know," Will says on his way past the blond, grabbing his posh jacket and leaning in closer, "you gave him wood, dude."

Merlin's back hunches a little, like the words have slapped him. The blond turns to look at him keenly, eyes full of interest.

Will pats his back companionably, follows Merlin off the train.

As the train pulls away, Merlin pauses and stares at the window. Will turns, sees the blond looking back, smiling.

And then Merlin punches him in the shoulder and says "Why do you do that?!"

Will laughs, voice echoing down the empty tracks.



*****



He waits for Will for ten minutes and then the train is pulling up, so he climbs on, frowning, looking a few more times, but Will doesn't show.

The car is packed again, so Merlin settles awkwardly next to a mother and her sleepy 4-year-old and an old guy with an itchy wool sweater that keeps touching Merlin's bare arm and making him shrink away.

He's trying to text Will to find out where he went after practice when he feels a hot breath at his ear, and it makes his whole body jerk.

"Where's your friend?" A low, posh voice says and he shoots a look, finds the guy, the gorgeous guy with the mussed blond hair from the other day, right at his back.

Merlin feels his presence like a bolt. It goes right through him and out the other side with a wince. He swallows, turns away again, face feeling strange and awake. He can feel every twitch of his mouth, and his bloods going haywire under his skin.

"Hmm?" the voice says again and Merlin swallows hard, grimacing at his body reactions, that are all on the fritz.

"He's missed the train," he says, and he sounds worked up.

It's a terrible thing, to remember suddenly how he stayed up late, beating off extravagantly to this guy just a few nights ago. How he ended up rolling over in his ardor to fuck his fist against the mattress, humping and hunching out his come.

"Good," the blond prat says, and then a firm hand smooths at Merlin's lower back, over his teeshirt, warming him.

Merlin shudders out a quiet, breathless gasp, feels the hot press of bodies around him, but more so, intensely, the place where the blond is touching him.

That hand steals under his shirt, hot skin to skin.

"I'm Arthur. Dear lord, tell me you're of age," the voice says at his ear.

Merlin can do nothing more but bite his lip, nod.

The guy rubs hot circles at his lower back, right above his arse, for the rest of Merlin's train ride.


*****


Will's mouth opens and then he laughs, surprised.

Merlin stiffens before him and then his eyes roll shut as the prat with the blond hair presses right at his back.

"Why are you boys always in your gym shorts and teeshirts? It's getting colder every day," the blond prat mutters, standing over Merlin.

"Like you don't love it," Will teases, smirking.

Merlin makes a short, shocked noise and twists his head away, towards the window. His face is all tensed.

The prat chuckles, says "You should really wear a jacket, hm? Merlin?"

Will loses it then, because it's just too good. "Yes, dad," he says.


****


He can't breathe when he feels, when he smells Arthur there, at his back again. He's like a dog who can smell something good to gnaw on, that good, cologne-warm scent of Arthur close by.

A strong hand takes a hold of his bony hip, squeezes.

"Fuck," Merlin gasps, voice high and the college student next to him gives him a once-over. They're all crammed in again, and she can't see the way Arthur is fisting his hip sturdily.

"Shhhh, breathe," Arthur tells him, at his nape. Merlin takes a long, shuddery breath, nods.

"Do you get hard?" Arthur asks him.

Merlin's face crumples and he can't think, can't respond for a long time. And then he catches his breath, nods again.

This is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him in his life.

"God," Arthur exhales low. "Do you take care of it later?"

Merlin's face crawls with heat, and he doesn't say anything. Just begins trembling.

Something wet-hot touches a line along where his hair is shaved close at his neck and Merlin has to put a hand up over his mouth, shaking harder now. Arthur's tongue--

--"Fuck," Arthur tells him, then licks him again. "Fuck."

His hand squeezes tighter, holds Merlin in place as he sneaks little, secret cat-licks at his neck until the train reaches Merlin's stop.


***


Will is bored with it, leaning at the window and looking out while Merlin gets molested.

He smiles a few times at Merlin's whining noises, the way he sounds when some dude is doing stuff to him in the middle of a crowded train.

When he looks again, Merlin's body is moving a little, and his teeth are clamped in his bottom lip, eyes shut. Arthur, because apparently Merlin thinks this is his boyfriend, has his eyes shut too, and they both look sex-hurt and sweaty around the very edges and so obvious, Will snorts "just fuck him already."

"Tryin'," Arthur says back, shaky.


****

"Got off s-so hard last night," Merlin admits, grinning at himself and the flush of wonderful excitement that comes over him when Arthur settles close, nuzzles his ear.

"Fuck," Arthur tells him, sighing. Cuffs an arm around his hips and the train just sort of rocks them together.

"Was...thinking about you," Merlin tells him, feeling so earnest.

Arthur tightens his arm, brings him more firmly to him.

Merlin drifts back, eyes closed, letting Arthur rub something stiff and thick at his arse, rucking his gym shorts around and up his legs.



***

An older woman is watching them, eyes wide, cheeks brightly red.

Merlin's eyes go blurry with the spike of tears. He's so hard, so frustrated, he can't see anymore.

And then Arthur's rubbing fingertips at his mouth and Merlin sobs, sucks them in, just the very tips of them, hard and urgent.

The woman makes a sound, and it's not...it's not outrage.

"God," Arthur gasps at his ear. "You're so fucking hot inside, no wonder you don't need a jacket."


***

He shivers, going hot then cold, says "Nooooo."

"Shhh, stop fighting it," Arthur begs him.

"Oh god, it's...it's gross," Merlin whines, body twisting up, tight against Arthur's finger.

"It's beautiful. God, would put my mouth there. Want to rim the fuck out of you, kid. You have no idea. It's all I think about. Just eating your sweet little arse out. Your tight little bum."

Merlin feels that finger wriggle at him, trying to get inside. He clenches to a pin-point and it only makes Arthur groan, senseless.

"Merlin, want in you," he tells him, breathless. "Want to get right up in you, kiddo."

"Ow, owww," Merlin frets, whining as that finger finally gains entry, sinks deep into his heat.

"Oh god, fuck fuck fuck," Arthur gasps, finger-fucking him. "You're so fucking virgin-hot."

He writhes as quietly as he can, his shorts tented severely. So hard, when Arthur starts panting at his ear, he realizes he's going to--

"--gonna come," he blurts, shocked, stares wildly at the crowd around them, seeing too many close faces, too many onlookers.

Arthur's finger snuck deep in his arse crooks, and then another hand, a good, firm hand, reaches around, finds his cock and holds him.

"Christ, you're hard. Go on, then, love. Come for me. God, patter my hand with it. I want to feel you get your goddamn nut. Fuck, you're so hot for it--" and Merlin feels himself go, feels the shocking way his body eats away at Arthur's finger, hungry, tugging it and tightening on it as he creams his shorts.

He chokes, swimming in orgasm, overcome.

"Oh god, god. I'm--" Arthur gasps and then quakes at Merlin's back, his hips hunching in short bursts of desperate movement.

He made Arthur come.

His arse spasms once more, eager.

"Shit," Arthur groans, forehead hot to the crown of his head.

They both tremble, gazing around glassily, worried they've been seen.