The Day After

[daniel_brown]

Going home after what had happened wasn't easy, it wasn't until after many pizza-flavored kisses and a text message threat from home that he reluctantly put his clothes back on and forced himself to say "Goodnight" - leaving his panties purposefully tucked into the sheets to be found later.

He slept deep and well, waking the next day to go about business as usual - aside from a stop for confidential STI testing - even though it was hard to keep his head out of the clouds. After settling into the team bus it was hard not to want to reach out to him.

He types out several messages - "I think I love you." "I want you so bad." "Are you thinking about me?" - and erases them all, opting for a much more neutral message.

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[daniel_brown]

"Oh..." His eyes soften at the news and he gives the fingers twined with his another fond squeeze.

Looking away from Merlin's sweet face for a moment, shifting somewhat uneasily in his dress shoes, he asks; "Should we have a drink or something?"

[mysticism]

"Yeah. Yeah, we should." He leans in and kisses Daniel's mouth fleetingly. "I, uh - I got some bubbly in, if you want some. Champagne's a bit rich for my blood but it's still something nice."

[daniel_brown]

His lips curl into a smile, but his brow wrinkles. "You didn't have to do that."

Pushing closer, Danny's eyes dart down to the slightest hint of Merlin's chest exposed by the robe.

[mysticism]

"Yeah, but if you only did what you had to then life'd be boring, wouldn't it? Anyway, I wanted to."

Watching the path of Daniel's eyes, he smirks and pulls his robe tighter with completely manufactured selfconsciousness.

"Come on."

He leads Daniel into his little kitchen, retrieving two flute glasses he hasn't used in about a year before going to his fridge for the bottle of cava waiting on the shelf.

"So, what was so terrible? Or d'you not want to talk about it?"

[daniel_brown]

Danny leans against the counter beside him, watching with a biased eye.

The question makes him look down, pretending not to frown. "Just the usual, you know? Somewhere I don't really want to be with my sort-of-date that wants to be there with someone else as much as I do."

He sighs, looking back up to him; "It sucked."

[mysticism]

"I'm sorry," Merlin says softly, and even though he's intellectually aware that it's a terrible idea he goes on: "After you've graduated, I'll take you out, yeah? Somewhere decent. I mean - if you want to. No pressure."

Which assumes a few things, not least that they'll still be doing...whatever this is, by the time he graduates, which after only a week is a bit of a leap. And if Daniel doesn't want to come out that quickly, he can't really fault him there either. He busies himself with the bottle for a moment, aiming for a gentle release of pressure and not an explosive pop that's going to waste half the bottle and make his kitchen sticky.

[daniel_brown]

"We'll figure it out," Danny's quick to assure, pushing a hand through his hair before offering a somewhat awkward shrug.

"We're here now, right?"

He can't let himself think too far ahed despite his brain already jumping quick to make plans for a time that might never come.

[mysticism]

Merlin smiles easily, more than happy to leave it at that. "We're here now."

He gets the cork out of the bottle with minimal drama and fills the two flutes, holding one out to Daniel.

[daniel_brown]

He's had champagne before, and he knows it's more about the celebration than the kind of burning taste - and accepts the glass for what it is.

"To happy surprises?" He offers with a slightly suggestive tone in his voice; "And being here now."

With his free hand, he reaches out to brush his fingertips against Merlin's cheek - driven more than anything just to be close.

[mysticism]

Merlin smiles at that, tilting his head into the touch.

"Sounds like a toast to me. Cheers."

He touches the rim of his glass lightly against Daniel's and takes a sip. It's sweeter than champagne - obviously he's a huge girl and everything, but dry wine does nothing for him and kind of sounds like a contradiction in terms.

[daniel_brown]

Inexperienced, Daniel clears the flute in a long swallow and sets it aside - blinking back against the bite despite the sweetness before leaning in even closer to him.

"Cheers," he whispers, finding Merlin's lips again with a more lingering kiss than before. "I'm glad we're here."

[mysticism]

"Me too," Merlin whispers, setting down his glass so he can wrap his arms around his waist. "God, I really can't get over how good you look like this. Can't imagine how many hearts you broke, leaving early."

[daniel_brown]

A flush colors his cheeks and it's more than just the drink talking. Lowering his head again, Danny lets out a half-laugh and leans into Merlin's shoulder.

"They don't know me."

It's a simple enough admission, he's spent most of his life just coasting through - getting good enough grades just good enough and earning enough ribbons and trophies to keep everyone happy. He can count the number of people that actually know more than that about him on one hand.

[mysticism]

Merlin strokes his hair softly and holds him close, feeling protective of Daniel even though he's the larger and stronger of the two. Strength comes about in different ways, he supposes.

"I want to," he says quietly.

[daniel_brown]

For a moment Daniel's silent, soaking in the gentle touch and genuine affection. Then he whispers; "I'd like that."

When he pulls back, his eyes are a little red but he flashes a broad smile. "And I want to know you too."

[mysticism]

"You can. Anything you want to know."

He kisses him, quick and hot, a little troubled by his eyes but not letting it show.

"But right now...well. I know I'm not meant to be the horny teenager here, but I made some promises."

[daniel_brown]

His laugh comes unexpectedly, but totally welcome and Danny wraps his arms even tighter around Merlin's waist.

"As the actual horny teenager in the room, I'd be naked right now if you didn't like my suit so much." He grins a little wickedly; "I was hoping you'd say that."

[mysticism]

Merlin chuckles and kisses him again, like he can't get enough, then takes his hand to lead him into his bedroom. The lights are dimmed, a cluster of lit candles on his nightstand and another on his desk; coming back in for the first time since he hurriedly set this up after Daniel hit the buzzer, he can't help but blush.

"Sorry," he says with a self-deprecating smile, not even sure what he's apologising for. "Bit of a romantic, I s'pose."

[daniel_brown]

Danny can't get enough, and he knows it's probably naive youth talking but he can't imagine ever having enough - enough closeness, enough of his affection, enough touches that make him weak in the knees.

"It's perfect," he laughs under his breath, brushing another kiss against his sweet lips. "You're perfect."

[mysticism]

Merlin blushes despite himself. "Not sure about perfect," he says, and his voice gets deep and low as he moves in for another, considerably longer kiss.

"For example, I can get quite impatient about unwrapping my gifts," he purrs against Daniel's mouth, and he reaches down to strip off the tux jacket.

[daniel_brown]

"Well..." Danny's shoulders slump to let the jacket drop off, responsive to Merlin's gentle touch; "I think gifts are meant to be enjoyed right away."

He can't help but grin, one hand caressing the soft robe against Merlin's chest as the other works to untuck the pressed shirt and pluck open buttons. "Maybe just perfect for me."

[mysticism]

"More than good enough for me," Merlin murmurs, working with both hands to strip off the shirt and get down to his undershirt. He doesn't make any attempt to get it off just yet, instead stroking his chest and feeling the texture of lace under the white cotton.

"That photo you sent me...God, I've been out of my mind all evening."

[daniel_brown]

Inhaling deeply and letting it out with a warm sigh at the thought of Merlin's reaction to the photo, Danny is content to let him take the lead - focusing instead on pressing small kisses across his forehead and finding his warm chest underneath the robe.

"I think that was kind of the point." He chuckles softly, kissing him again. "And I think it's hot that you were thinking about me."

[mysticism]

Merlin shivers at the brush of Daniel's fingers and smiles at him, ignoring his undershirt for the time being in favour of unbuttoning his fly and lowering the zip. It feels intimate in a way that's deeper and more fundamental than stripping any other man - like he's taking off what other people expect of him to get down what he really wants, who he really is. And he feels privileged in a way he never has before.

"I think it's hot that you think it's hot," he chuckles. "Let's get all this off." He pushes Daniel's trousers to mid-thigh, so hopefully gravity and a bit of wriggling will do the rest of the job as he goes to work on his undershirt.

[daniel_brown]

"Yeah..." He groans, bucking his hips against Merlin to push them down off his hips. Somewhat reluctantly, one hand leaves Merlin's chest to adjust the thin lacy panties and twisted garters.

"They're a little smaller cut than I'm used to..." He admits, lifting his arms to let the shirt come over his head to show the fine lace basque clinging tightly to his muscled shape, curving down over his hips.