Fifth Floor Hallway to Room 525, Friday Late Afternoon

[bitchprince]

Eric	Eric was very excited. Not, in fact, the way most people were excited the past few days. Well, that, too, but he was fifteen and male, that was a given. No, in this particular instance, most of his glee was focused on the package he'd just received from Fedex: a waffle-iron. Only Eric van der Woodsen would buy a $600 waffle iron for his high school dorm room. As it was, he was whistling cheerily as he walked down the hall to his room, ready to try out the waffle-iron for the first time.
Arthur	Arthur, meanwhile, had come looking on the fifth floor for one of those drinks-in-cans. Merlin had made himself scarce for now - couldn't find him anywhere when you needed him, except things were strange, and perhaps avoidance was a good thing - but at least the inventions of the time left him to some self-service. Of course, he wasn't acquainted enough for drink-in-a-can that he didn't find himself in the hallway with said can, fidgeting slightly with the lip. Push it up, right?
Eric	"Arthur! Hi!" Eric said, glee pouring out of every pore, as he saw the older boy. "I have a waffle iron! Want one?" No, it didn't even occur to him that the other boy might not know what a waffle is.
Arthur	Arthur abandoned his aluminum can project for the day. It wasn't that important anyway. He tilted his head at Eric - he was managing to almost equal Zack in his cheer. That was something. "A waffle iron," he repeated. Something weird, that is.
Eric	Eric nodded most enthusiastically. "Yes! For making waffles. Belgian waffles, so they're the really thick ones, and I actually already got a bunch of toppings, 'cause I knew it would be here soon, and I can totally make you one if you want." He glanced at the can. "Having trouble with it? I know sometimes they can be a little finicky."
Arthur	"I have no idea what a waffle iron is," Arthur said, in that kind of friendly, you-baffle-me tone he reserved for lesser nobles talking rubbish that confused the hell out of him. "I think I can handle a can," he continued, "It's just being--" Pause. "'Finicky'."
Eric	"Oh my God you have to come try one, then," Eric insisted, leading the way to his room where, through an acrobatic juggling of the large box, his saddlebag, and his keys, he got the door open. "Seriously, they're amazing. They're like this cake thing? Kinda like a pancake, except they've got indents -- not all the way through, just to, like, hold toppings and things. And the waffle iron's designed for making them."
Arthur	So a waffle would be... food. Or, in this case, free food. Arthur was a little busy staring at Eric's back. This week was bloody disorienting, if nothing else. "So you're a baker," he surmised, in the same way that he'd surmised the same about Francine a while ago. "No wonder you were so rubbish with the sword to start with."
Eric	Eric shrugged. "Not, like, as a trade or anything," he insisted. "I'll probably end up in law school or something. But I like baking, yeah. It's something I've done before. Unlike using a sword." He glanced back at Arthur, and the can. "Want me to get that for you?" he asked.
Arthur	"I can handle it," he repeated, although not quite as harshly. No need to rag on the boy for trying to be helpful. ... Arthur was hungry. He'd blame that. "If you've got any talent at all, you'll get a handle on it with enough practice," he said, as he fiddled with the lip again. "If not, you'll at least amuse some by flailing." He meant that kindly.
Eric	Eric nodded. "Did I look okay, with the drills yesterday?" he asked, moving to start unpacking the waffle-iron. There was a space on his desk already cleared for it, so he set it up there, the unfamiliar appliance nonetheless taking shape very quickly in front of them. "This'll just take a few seconds to heat up," he added, pulling out some cooking spray and greasing up the iron. "Could you grab the batter out of the fridge? I knew it was coming today, so I made some up earlier. It's in the green bowl?"
Arthur	So he was in a relative unknown's - Eric's - apartment, promised food, and now asked to pick something up out of something he wasn't actually fully schooled on. He shot Eric's back a mildly confused look. Of course, in Arthur's world, generally, things like cake just happened. "You weren't failing as bad as you could have," he allowed, finally. Not that that said much around here. "I'm not a cook."
Eric	"I'll take take that as a compliment," Eric said, laughing and nodding to the mini-fridge. "In there, green bowl," he explained. "And trust me, it's a lot easier to learn to cook than it is to use a sword."
Arthur	"I know which one I'd rather settle for," he said, dryly, but yanked open the fridge. Cold. "Why rangering, if you can't even lift a blade?" There was a bowl there. The cold was nicer, however, so he lingered for a moment before he actually bothered to reach for it.

[[ and cont'd in the comments, for eric. *plays porn music applicable for waffleporn* ]]

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[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric moved down Arthur's chest, licking and sucking, nipping at his nipples, as he brought his hands down to undo Arthur's pants. "Here, let me-" he said, indicating that he wanted to pull them down as he fell to his knees.

[bitchprince]

Okay, maybe that back thing could wait a little longer. He braced his hand back on the bed after a happy gasp (of a kind, at least) slanting his eyes down at Eric imperiously.

He did, however, bring himself up enough to accommodate. For now, he could lay off. Kind of him, really.

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Eric slipped Arthur's pants down and leaned foward, taking the prince's length into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. He reached up with one hand to cup Arthur's balls, to roll them lightly, while the other went down to undo his own belt, his own pants, and free his straining erection.

[bitchprince]

Arthur exhaled sharply, allowing his head to droop forward, to cast his bangs over his forehead as he looked on down. The hand that wasn't as busy supporting him found a rest on Eric's shoulder, where it remained for the moment.

His mouth twisted into a slight smirk.

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Eric leaned forward, taking more of Arthur's length into his mouth, swallowing him down to bury his nose in Arthur's pubes. As he pulled back, he reached one finger from Arthur's balls back a little further, to rub at that one little sweet spot just below.

[bitchprince]

The part where Eric actually had any clue as to where to go knocked the last remaining thoughts about stables from Arthur's mind, for which he was grateful.

He pressed the palm of his hand to the side of Eric's neck for a next resting place as he made a few - none too loud, but definitely not quiet - appreciative noises, his eyes slipping half-shut.

That didn't mean he was looking anywhere else, mind.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric came off with a lick around the crown, pulling away just a bit. "I'll take that to mean you're enjoying yourself?" he asked, smirking, before licking up the side of Arthur's erection and down the other, licking, too, at Arthur's balls.

[bitchprince]

"That may be one way of looking at it..."

Let it never be said Arthur Pendragon was not a man who pushed a challenge.

Even if his point was slightly marred by the gasp that came afterwards. His thumb ran along the line of Eric's neck, where it rested.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Leaning into the touch for a moment, Eric came off of Arthur's cock and began to kiss his way up the older boy's torso. His pants fell to the floor as he stood and he kicked them off and to the side. "C'mon," he said, doing his best to push Arthur back to the bed, moving up to kneel over him, straddling his waist. He stopped a moment, reached over to the desk at the end of the bed, and pulled a condom out of the top drawer.

[bitchprince]

"Now," Arthur said, as he went almost down to the mattress but not quite, leaning a hand in I could turn this around at any moment if didn't please me on Eric's upper arm, "The question is, should I be asking?"

Not about the condom, mind. More about Eric's plans at large.

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"How 'bout this?" Eric said. "I'll ask. Want to fuck me?"

Way to be subtle, Eric.

[bitchprince]

... Ask anyone about how subtle Arthur was.

The smirk on his face just gained a notch or so. "Far be it from me to ignore a polite request."

Something he punctuated by reaching down to find Eric's own length and wrap his fingers around it.

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Eric arched his back at the touch -- too long, far too long, since someone else had touched him there -- and tore open the condom wrapper. He reached down to roll it over Arthur's erection and positioned himself over it before slowly lowering himself down. It was obvious he was no virgin, the ease with which he opened to the intrusion.

[bitchprince]

It was certainly enough for Arthur's head to go the rest of the way down to the mattress for a moment; he groaned appreciatively (Eric should be flattered at all the appreciation he was getting, right now) as his fingers tightened their grip on him.

"Very polite," he muttered, and gave a tug.

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Eric gasped as he was filled, gasped, too, at the tug on his cock, the tightened grip. He flexed, pulling himself tight around Arthur for a moment, before relaxing and starting that most-familiar motion.

[bitchprince]

Arthur's eyes jammed shut and his mouth fell open to give way for a warm pant. He had to focus, but it was hard - pun not intended, except maybe it was - and tight, tight was good thing.

He remembered about his hand a few moments later.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

That? Was exactly the reaction Eric was looking for; he bucked again, pulling himself up slowly and then pushing down all at once. "I'm-- not going to last long," Eric admitted, half-breathless.

[bitchprince]

"Flattering," Arthur shot back, smugly.

Yes, he realised it wasn't just on him, but by now he didn't really see fit to care as his hips joined in on it and his other hand, now without its duty to keep him upright, found Eric's chest, and then his nipples with a thumb.

He was panting, he was aware of that, but it was all fine.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric might have shot back some remark about how it was less on Arthur and more on the fact that he was fifteen, but he was a little too occupied with the fact that Arthur just made electricity shoot down his spine and straight into his cock -- or so, at least, did it feel.

He leaned down, biting lightly at the skin just below Arthur's ear, nipping at the earlobe itself.

[bitchprince]

Why settle for reality when you could substitute it with something more flattering? Sometimes. Sometimes that worked. Abandoning Eric's chest, he snagged the boy's arse but good - no better time to take a moment to feel for it.

His eyes were definitely not seeing much of anything, as he arched his back slightly and made a noise, picking up speed with his other hand.

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Eric bit down a little harder, right at Arthur's neck, before gasping again. "I'm-" he managed to say, before a deeper gasp, a moan, and he found his release, shooting between he and Arthur.

[bitchprince]

Well, that managed to be flattering, warm-and-tight, and mildly-- somethingorother at the same time. He bucked his hips up again, a few scant inches from where he wanted to be, and dropped his hand to focus on--

Eric's hip, as it was. He needed leverage.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric rode through his orgasm, rose up arching his back, and grabbed ARthur's hand where it was on his hip. Still gasping, breathless from his release, he rode upon Arthur, tightening himself as much as he could, coming down to meet Arthur as he bucked upwards.

[bitchprince]

Much better, he thought, fuzzily, and nearly dug his fingers into the skin before getting a grip.

Of a sorts. He was a little busy following over the brink a few seconds (minutes? hours?) later, when it became too much and he moaned deep in his throat and his toes curled into nothingness just past them.

Good, good evening. Yes.

[notasuiciderisk.livejournal.com]

Eric panted atop Arthur, only barely keeping himself from collapsing directly on top of him. "That was good," he said, after a few moments, still not completely having his breath back. He smirked. "Want to go again?"