“So, you two had sex?” Gwaine said, raising an eyebrow and beginning to smirk.
Merlin buried his head in his arms. He’d told Gwaine because Gwaine was good about sex talk but on second thoughts, the other thing Gwaine was good at was laughing at him.
“Hey, hey, come on,” Gwaine said, far too cheerfully. “No need to be ashamed. Tell Uncle Gwaine everything.”
“Uncle Gwaine? Oh, whatever. Look, it wasn’t planned. We were just … well … we were … watching TV.”
“Oh were you?” Gwaine leered, clearly coming to all the wrong conclusions. Merlin gently banged his head on his arms.
“Not that kind of TV,” he said. “It was … we were … we were doing a Doctor Who marathon, all right?!”
Gwaine didn’t say anything. Merlin peered up at him and saw that Gwaine was staring at him as though Merlin had just said something completely and totally baffling.
“Doctor Who?” he repeated slowly.
“Yes,” Merlin said. “Doctor Who. You know? Ran from 1963 to 1989, one movie in 1996, restarted in 2005? That show? Eleven lead actors? Hundreds of episodes?”
“Yeah, I know … at least some of that,” Gwaine said dryly. “And I know you’re a cute little nerd who is into that stuff. But … Arthur Pendragon?”
Merlin didn’t blame him for being surprised. He had been amazed too when Arthur had recognised the Galifreyan symbol that Merlin had been doodling on his notes during a lecture. He’d been even more amazed when Arthur had known that the symbol had been used in a totally different episode originally, not as the Time Lords symbol at all. That was a sign of a man who knew his Who.
“So, you two … had a massive geek out together?” Gwaine said.
“Well, yes,” Merlin said. “We were talking and I sort of invited him over for a marathon.”
“Okay,” Gwaine said. “I’m … still not seeing the sexy here.”
“Well, we decided to watch all of Ten,” Merlin explained. “Well, as much of Ten as we could before we passed out. And we were watching and then I um … may have mentioned that I preferred Eleven. And Arthur … well, Arthur disagreed.”
Gwaine started laughing. He laughed so loudly that everyone in the café stared at them. Merlin slid lower down in his head, wondering if hiding under the table would make him more embarrassed or less.
“You had hate-sex over which Doctor was better?!” Gwaine finally choked out.
“Um,” Merlin said. “Well. It wasn’t quite hate-sex. But well. Yes.”
Gwaine went off into fresh peals of laughter. Merlin tried another approach and attempted to glare at him murderously until he stopped. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it didn’t work. Gwaine eventually stopped laughing by himself, wiped his face and grinned at Merlin.
“So. You two rowed your way into bed – was it any good?”
“Yes,” Merlin said with feeling. “It was fantastic.”
“And will there be a repeat performance?” Gwaine asked, raising his eyebrows cheekily.
“Well,” Merlin said. “Tonight he’s coming over to watch the rest of Ten … ”
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In Which a Shared Doctor Who Obsession Made them Do It
Date: 2011-03-05 07:35 pm (UTC)Merlin buried his head in his arms. He’d told Gwaine because Gwaine was good about sex talk but on second thoughts, the other thing Gwaine was good at was laughing at him.
“Hey, hey, come on,” Gwaine said, far too cheerfully. “No need to be ashamed. Tell Uncle Gwaine everything.”
“Uncle Gwaine? Oh, whatever. Look, it wasn’t planned. We were just … well … we were … watching TV.”
“Oh were you?” Gwaine leered, clearly coming to all the wrong conclusions. Merlin gently banged his head on his arms.
“Not that kind of TV,” he said. “It was … we were … we were doing a Doctor Who marathon, all right?!”
Gwaine didn’t say anything. Merlin peered up at him and saw that Gwaine was staring at him as though Merlin had just said something completely and totally baffling.
“Doctor Who?” he repeated slowly.
“Yes,” Merlin said. “Doctor Who. You know? Ran from 1963 to 1989, one movie in 1996, restarted in 2005? That show? Eleven lead actors? Hundreds of episodes?”
“Yeah, I know … at least some of that,” Gwaine said dryly. “And I know you’re a cute little nerd who is into that stuff. But … Arthur Pendragon?”
Merlin didn’t blame him for being surprised. He had been amazed too when Arthur had recognised the Galifreyan symbol that Merlin had been doodling on his notes during a lecture. He’d been even more amazed when Arthur had known that the symbol had been used in a totally different episode originally, not as the Time Lords symbol at all. That was a sign of a man who knew his Who.
“So, you two … had a massive geek out together?” Gwaine said.
“Well, yes,” Merlin said. “We were talking and I sort of invited him over for a marathon.”
“Okay,” Gwaine said. “I’m … still not seeing the sexy here.”
“Well, we decided to watch all of Ten,” Merlin explained. “Well, as much of Ten as we could before we passed out. And we were watching and then I um … may have mentioned that I preferred Eleven. And Arthur … well, Arthur disagreed.”
Gwaine started laughing. He laughed so loudly that everyone in the café stared at them. Merlin slid lower down in his head, wondering if hiding under the table would make him more embarrassed or less.
“You had hate-sex over which Doctor was better?!” Gwaine finally choked out.
“Um,” Merlin said. “Well. It wasn’t quite hate-sex. But well. Yes.”
Gwaine went off into fresh peals of laughter. Merlin tried another approach and attempted to glare at him murderously until he stopped. Perhaps unsurprisingly, it didn’t work. Gwaine eventually stopped laughing by himself, wiped his face and grinned at Merlin.
“So. You two rowed your way into bed – was it any good?”
“Yes,” Merlin said with feeling. “It was fantastic.”
“And will there be a repeat performance?” Gwaine asked, raising his eyebrows cheekily.
“Well,” Merlin said. “Tonight he’s coming over to watch the rest of Ten … ”
Gwaine started to laugh again.