Merlin grumbled to himself. Arthur is an idiot. An idiot with no sense of propriety. Yes, of course it was nice all wrapped up with Arthur. Very nice. That was the problem.

Because Arthur apparently had no sense that he had, in essence, invited Merlin to share blankets with him. And an erection wasn't going to allow Merlin to sleep any more than the cold had.

Arthur, naturally, could tell Merlin hadn't gone back to sleep. He ran a hand down Merlin's back, making Merlin shiver. "Cold still?"

Merlin shivered again, humiliated and uncomfortable. He probably sounded a little peevish when he answered. "No." He could almost hear Arthur frowning thoughtfully in the dark but Merlin was much too distracted by Arthur's hand, low on his back, to come up with some excuse.

Merlin wasn't quite certain if Arthur had put the pieces together before he scooped Merlin close but there was no denying Merlin's arousal once he was pressed against Arthur.

"Ah," Arthur said, loosening his arms. He slid his hand over Merlin's hip to his groin. "No wonder you're restless. Let me take care of this and then we can get some sleep."

Merlin stiffened. "I'm not sixteen, Arthur," he said, soft but scathing. "I don't just do this with anyone." His protests probably would have gone better if his cock hadn't been hardening appreciatively in Arthur's rough grip. Gods, sword calluses felt amazing.

"Not a one-off sort of man, are you?" Arthur moved his fist up and down. "Perhaps we should do this more than once. Frequently, even." He stroked again. "Merlin?" Merlin's hips jerked.

This was definitely cheating. No one should have to make a decision when Arthur had his hand wrapped so deliciously around their cock. Merlin decided to protest in the most logical way possible. He shot a hand forward and groped for Arthur's braes. He shoved them down and wrapped his hand around Arthur's erection. There. Better. Arthur felt long and thick in his hand as he echoed what Arthur had done to him.

It was hot under the cloak now as they moved into each other. Arthur gasped and made small, choked-off noises that made Merlin pulse. "Here," he said eventually, "like this." He rolled Merlin onto his back and spread out over him. Oh. Oh, Arthur's cock, gods, right against his. Merlin's hips stuttered up. Arthur panted against his ear and worked his hips in a glorious circling motion that rubbed their cocks together. Merlin whined as quietly as he could manage. Like the distant pounding of a horse's gallop, he could feel his orgasm coming. He clenched his hands on Arthur's buttocks and pulled him closer. His thighs trembled and everything went blindingly white as his pleasure poured from him in a molten spurt. Arthur buried his face in Merlin's shoulder, shaking, and Merlin felt wet heat paint his lower belly before Arthur collapsed on him.

After a limp moment, Arthur heaved himself to the side. "Merlin?"

Merlin turned to look at Arthur. He still hadn't opened his eyes. "Hmm?"

"More than just tonight?"

Merlin blinked. Arthur really was an idiot. "Yes."

Arthur opened his eyes, smiling. "Well, in that case-" He leaned in and kissed Merlin, warm and affectionate. By the time he drew back, they were both beginning to stir again. "Now?"

Merlin laughed and kissed Arthur back.

The End