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.

what r u doing?

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[daniel_brown]

Smiling somewhat dumbly as he sinks into the warm water, letting it soothe a sore knee and handful of small bruises, Danny replies without hesitation; "I miss you too."

Other thoughts dance at the tip of his tongue but just like in text he can't quite bring himself to put words to them.

"I'm taking a bath. He's got this amazing huge tub."

[mysticism]

"You've earnt it. Try not to drop your phone, yeah?"

Merlin props up his pillows a little better and sits back, closing his eyes so he can better soak in the sound of Daniel's voice.

"Oh, and not that I want to talk about you grappling with a gang of athletic young men, but have you hurt yourself at all?"

[daniel_brown]

Letting out a soft groan, Danny assures himself the phone isn't about to slip and then pushes his knee out of the water to see the swelling wasn't looking too bad.

"Yeah, I'm all right. I was running a third down and their asshole safety sacked me - instead of going down on my pads and dropping the ball I went for a wild pass and twisted my knee." He laughs, closing his eyes before asking; "I'm gonna assume all you got out of that is I twisted my knee."

[mysticism]

Merlin chuckles, tucking one hand behind his head and splaying the other over his bare stomach. "Yeah, pretty much. I can barely follow proper football, to be honest. You might've guessed this by now, but I've never been much of a bloke's bloke.

"...Socially, anyway."

[daniel_brown]

He'd gotten that impression well before he got to know him on a more intimate level, to be honest. It was actually really nice to have someone he really liked that didn't practically breathe sports.

"I did good," he simplifies, sinking his knee back into the warm water. "What about you, any luck with your papers?"

[mysticism]

"Well, they're done. I don't know about luck," Merlin says, only slightly maudlin. "I didn't feel the need to stab myself in the eye with my red pen so I suppose that's something."

[daniel_brown]

Holding back his laugh, with little success, Danny offers; "Mmm, maybe I can take your mind off nightmares about impossible covalent bonds? I want to make sure you sleep well."

And maybe he's just a little (or a lot) excited about the texts he's been rereading most of the evening.

[mysticism]

"I'd like that." Merlin's voice is immediately lower, warmer, his body already heating with anticipatory arousal. His hand slips from his stomach under the blanket, groping around until his fingers brush satin. He found them while he was changing the sheets.

"You forgot your knickers last night," he says, softly, and there's a pretty clear set of quotation marks around 'forgot'. "They still smell like you."

Sorry I'm slacking on Max, just not feeling him right now.

[daniel_brown]

Danny lets out a low groan, able to imagine Merlin nosing up against the satin just a little too clearly, with unexpectedly arousing results.

"Yeah?" He manages almost innocently; "Guess I wanted to make sure you have something to remember me by."

Don't worry about it at all <3

[mysticism]

"That and then some," Merlin murmurs, rubbing his fingers over the satin. It feels wonderful against his fingers, almost liquid, and it's not so hard to imagine why Daniel does what he does. "But you're doing yourself a disservice if you think I'm going to forget last night any time soon."

Appreciated! <3

[daniel_brown]

The soft tone of Merlin's voice warms him again, the increasingly familiar flutter of nervousness in his gut both welcome and unexpected.

"Yeah? Well... You know..." He blushes, changing the topic just a little off himself and his own insecurities. "Are you in bed?"

[mysticism]

"Yeah. Wish you were here."

His voice drops.

"Are you hard, Daniel?"

[daniel_brown]

He wishes he were there to, but knows saying as much would end up with him claiming that he could be if he really wanted him there.

Instead, he murmurs; "A little... Thinking about last night." Grinning wider, he says; "I bet you are."

[mysticism]

"Yeah, I am." Getting there, anyway. He runs his fingers lightly over his swelling shaft and huffs out a soft breath. "Thinking about what I'm gonna do to you next time."

[daniel_brown]

The soft huff is enough for him to draw his hand under the water - stroking gently over over his partially hard length.

"God... I can't wait." He murmurs, squeezing himself tighter around the base.

[mysticism]

"I think I'll have to. Got a list in my head a few pages long, need to whittle it down a bit."

He reaches over to his nightstand for the lube he left out last night, flicking it open with an audible click.

"Have you ever been rimmed before?"

[daniel_brown]

His own list is more of an unending selection of "yes please" scenarios.

The mere thought draws out an almost inhuman whimper - he's spent more than enough time on porn sites to know exactly what that is, and after last night he's pretty sure anything he'd do in that general area will feel three shades of fantastic.

"Nuh-uh..." He breathes, closing his eyes to imagine Merlin's fingers wrapped around him, exploring him... Teasing him. "It really looks hot though."

[mysticism]

"It is," Merlin murmurs. He squeezes a bit of lube onto his palm, letting it warm up, anticipation making him ache. "God, we are definitely going to do that. I'll lick you 'til you're begging and then open you up on one of my favourite toys, fuck you senseless..."

[daniel_brown]

"Jesus..." He whispers, the soft whine of need even more apparent in his voice as his cock pushes harder into his palm.

"You're making me hard just thinking about it..."

He squirms against the back of the tub, squeezing himself even tighter with deliberately slow strokes. "What's it like? Like a vibrator?"

[mysticism]

"Mmhm. Curved in just the right place." He wraps his slicked hand around his erection, groaning deep and low, knowing how audible the wet noise is when he starts to stroke himself slowly. "First time I used it, I didn't even need to touch my dick. Just came all over myself."

[daniel_brown]

He can't help but just listen for a long moment to his voice, his soft groans and the wet slide of skin on skin. Over the last few years, Danny's become a bit of an expert at the art of being quiet - hiding what he needed to do to take care of himself and focus. Now, all he wants to do is cry out and moan at the images flowing through his mind.

"Yeah?" He pants harder, stroking himself fast enough to splash the water rhythmically. "God I'll probably come a hundred times."

[mysticism]

Merlin hears that and it makes him squeeze harder, stroke faster. Another quick application of lube to his spare hand and he drags his knees up, rubbing fingertips against the tight pucker behind his balls.

"Won't let you do that," he laughs breathlessly. "That'd be bad manners, Daniel. Just gonna take the edge off so you'll last when you fuck me."

[daniel_brown]

A moan slips the mere thought, loud enough that he hopes to God nobody's awake enough to hear it.

"Don't worry about that..." He pants against the phone, rocking his hips to get just a little more push into each hard stroke. "I won't stop until you're dripping with it..."

[mysticism]

"Fuck," he whispers thickly, and lets out a soft shuddery moan as he pushes one slender finger inside himself. "It'll - it'll be my first time, you know? Doing it raw. Never anyone I wanted it with that way before."

He knows it's too much, too intimate a thing to admit, but it's not as if he's got much in the way of a brain-to-mouth filter when he's this worked up.

[daniel_brown]

That intimacy rips through him beyond arousal, knowing that he was someone special row someone he thought was special...

"Fuck..." He whines, his toes curling against the bottom of the tub as he rides closer to the edge. "My first too..." He swallows back hard, his strong thighs straining against the urge.

"Close... Fuck ..."