Blood Tongue Brushing More Merlin

them if I have your talent to reach .- said Merlin unable to repress a giggle as smoke escapes through the nose. Arthur does not answer, he grabs his cigarette with his hand and gives a nice glimpse of sudden flexing her biceps close to your nose, slightly tanned skin when Arthur as if instead of living in Great Britain live in the fucking Bahamas. A Merlin bothers you a little, because he always goes peaky, ill-looking shirts in faded and rough wool scarves that give comezóny ears too big. Sometimes it is unfair that Arthur looks so good and so comfortable in their white shirtsAce and leather jackets and always carried a different girl on the bike that his father gave him last summer.
- I have cold .- Merlin and wheel complains a bit about yourself until you are on your side and you can view the Arthur arrogant, disorderly blond hair slicked back, his chin aristocratic .- And I see that your father is thinking of going to bed.
Arthur's father is a good man, but is a former customs rigid military frowns Merlin looks skinny, flared pants and eternal pint to go high to the ears, speaking always in excess without any control over the incoherence of their eternal labia. Es a good man, but not ready for Merlin and is not sure it's going to become so in a next life. Merlin does not seem intimidated by the sullen gestures and silences, on the contrary, the more it ignites the flame of youthful impertinence and Uther does not feel able to tolerate any insolence that can spring from that guy. So Arthur prefer lying in the courtyard of the house to watch the stars and with a gesture of annoyance, takes his jacket that has been running a pillow and extends it with a sudden movement over the scrawny shoulders of his friend. - Ten. Now can you stop complaining?
- Oh, thank you, now I feel so Arthur t
- never. I prefer death. Do I follow Arthur? I go up to that, even if my life depends on it .- Merlin explained, waving his arms and raising a few decibels voice .- I told you, I'll never get close to your motorized beast shit . - Merlin, by God, I'll drive. - Oh, Arthur I supposed it was going to calm down? Is it some sort of advantage, good news? Do not soothe me, Arthur. I walk. - We are miles and miles .- Arthur and complains arises not for the first time in many years that are known, a stunning blow, only to be calor dark in the back of the head. - Well, bad luck, Arthur, I have no plan to let go even a little bit. Arthur A head is spinning as it embarks on the fly. Little does the speed and the wind hitting your face and all, but all with the promise Merlin frightened, crying in the first instance and following insults with total impudence, but keeps its word and not loose or for a second, gives no respite and hugs him as if her life depended on it.




In My Life
have escaped to the beach. In the motorcycle. After that fateful night, when Merlin got off the pileup blessed with the green face and the duty mornd the odd way that drew in the sand and away by foot. Merlin ríey feels his side to watch the sea. Was a little surprised when Arthur puts his arm around her shoulders but says nothing, allowing a perfect fit within the shelter of those limbs strong and warm.
first kiss takes you by surprise. He never expected to feel the gentle but steady pressure on Arthur's lips against his, opening with the tongue, a touch quieter than a ragged start. Do not know quite what to do - after all, Arthur was always the expert in these things - and descoordina, but Arthur is holding him cradled his chin and his face in a steady hand and known, cocking his head slightly to find the correct angle and guide you with patience. Licks her lips and Merlin are sure that at any moment explode in flames because, seriously, his mouth is burning and curiously mimics the movement and feel rewarded when Arthur breathing difficulties and some bites her lower lip gently. He feels that he will drown, but dare not break, because that could mean the end of that rare and unique moment, which apparently had been waiting all his life, judging by how the body will tremble with anxiety. But it is Arthur whoand looks away, his eyes are always, friendly, defiant, arrogant, caring. Merlin sonríey will see that there are traces of his own saliva on the lips, know that you are flushing the ears of shame.

- Breathe through your nose, Merlin, do not want you to faint.

not have time to be embarrassed by how obvious it is your hyperventilation, because Arthur is again kissing, caressing her cheeks and licking the inside of your mouth like discovering. Merlin is attached to the arms of Arthur and dropped back in the sand where once was an attempt of an angel, with Arthur over, embracing non-stop ever besarland, wandering from time to time for his jaw to the neck, but always returning to the lips of Merlin that desperate hope, lit. Screw hand on Arthur's neck and caresses her hair, while his other hand was seen as possible and stockings, leather jacket, so I could play marked the biceps and said, while Arthur intensified the kiss, panting .

They kiss in the sand for hours. Perhaps less, Merlin lost the ability to measure time. Arthur kisses her as if waiting for that life, as if from that day they met at thirteen morra wanted instead of allowing that mythical first punch. Merlread in Arthur kisses an old story that has never seen before, which was written by star-filled nights smoking in secret, of evenings listening to the Rolling Stones, gas-filled years, motorcycles, discussions, shock , hugs, pushes. A succession of events chained up to that point, a friendship forged years just to get to that kiss, in a November cold beach, sea salty lips of Arthur and a lot of emotions that Merlin does not understand heating the chest while leaving Arthur wrapped up in that kiss.




Here Comes The Sun
The first kiss was followed by many. Merlin never