Title: Dr. Emrys Doesn’t Give a Shit
Summary: Dr. Merlin Emrys just wants to get through his evening shifts at the ER without any trouble. Too bad Arthur Pendragon takes it upon himself to get drunk and beaten up at a random bar 3 times a week.
“The name is Dr. Emrys. Now Mr. Pendragon, I’m going to help you stand up and take you to a bed so I can properly check out your injuries.” He moved forward, helping lift him from the floor and into the examination room, mindful of the way his patient grabbed his ribs abruptly, his face twisting in agony.
“Now Mr. Pendragon, could you please tell me what happened to you?” Merlin droned, already formulating images of the cocky young man in a bar, downing beer and making boasts he couldn’t back up.
“I don’t…I don’t really know.” Pendragon furrowed his brows in concentration, his blues eyes going distant as he tried to recall the past few hours of his evening.
Right. Of course. Too drunk to even remember he was drinking, fabulous.
Merlin couldn’t keep the scowl from his lips as his rummaged through the cabinets next to the bed, pulling out the gauze and disinfectant with a triumphant hum. He was quick and efficient, barely noticing the rippled abs disappearing beneath the bandage as he cleaned and wrapped the shallow slash across Arthur’s side.
“You know…most people who take off my shirt tend to look like they… like it…but you don’t…”Arthur was frowning up at him in confusion, his eyes narrowing impossibly further as he inspected the young doctor before him.
“Mr. Pendragon, do you have someone you can call to come pick you up and possibly make sure you don’t drown in a pool of your own vomit?” Merlin chose to ignore the comment as he was already losing patience with this man’s arrogance.
Merlin nodded as the other man seemed to be reaching for his phone, before his eyes bulged out of their sockets when it became clear that Arthur was not going for his pocket.
“Mr. Pendragon! Please put your pants back on!” It wasn’t exactly the first time Merlin had seen another man’s erection, especially if you counted this morning when his roommate had wandered in naked and still drunk from the night before.
Merlin licked his lips at the memory of Will’s tongue hot and slick across his balls, the way his mouth had felt, sucking harshly at his tight opening…
He yelped in surprise as Arthur came stumbling towards him, his jeans still down around his knees.
“You don’t like?” Merlin seriously wondered that Arthur’s lips were so large because he never seemed to stop pouting.
“No! I most certainly do not like it!”