kylezy | In which I'm covered so completely in cheese, I can barely Briethe

Hey everyone, it's Frivolous Plots Friday! Or; it's Friday and I happen to feel like sharing the plotty madness that sometimes goes through my head, let's make a thing of it! Sounds like fun, right, Merlin?

Shut up, Merlin.

So, Merlin saves Arthur's life by jumping in front of a sword meant to kill the Prince and inadvertently exposes himself as magic at the same time somehow (idk, he throws the assassin away with magic or something). Arthur's hurt, moreso about Merlin not trusting him, rather than the whole sorcery thing, but he decides to let Merlin mend in his bed because truth be told he wants to see to the healing himself, doesn't trust anyone else to do the job right (although he won't let on about this of course, tells Merlin and Gaius it's because he doesn't trust sorcerers, wants to keep an eye on him). Let's just say the King is visiting somewhere that is not Camelot, for convenience.

Arthur spends time with Merlin every day, changing his bandages, sitting with him through fevers and spasms of pain, and gradually, as Merlin gets a bit better, they begin to talk, with Merlin starting at the beginning, telling Arthur everything he never could, and as time goes on, their ~bond~ is gradually ~rekindled~.

Now, Merlin's injury is unfortunate; a deep gash running down his side from his torso to his thigh, and after a month or so, when the bandages come off but he's still bedridden, he pretty much has to be naked because clothes would rub painfully against the wound. OH YES, THAT IS WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS. CHEESY, CONVENIENT TROPES, YOU KNOW YOU LOVE THEM. He has a sheet to cover his modesty of course, but, you know, it pretty much just covers one leg and his junk.

One day, when they're bantering away and Arthur is mindlessly spreading salve along Merlin's skin with his calloused hands, Merlin gets an erection and Arthur's like...I don't actually know what to do with this situation, LET US NEVER SPEAK OF IT FOREVERMORE, but that night he dreams about it - what it would be like to touch and taste - and he gets very uncomfortable about the whole thing. Clearly he's just been spending too much time with him or something, right? So Arthur sends Gaius to look after Merlin, making the excuse that he's too busy to do it himself because of royal duties or whatever.

Only, he sort of misses talking to Merlin, doesn't he? Realises he relished the hours he got to spend with his friend, and he dreams about him every night, each night getting more and more intense and finally he's like, alright, I better sort this out for reals, emoting prettily by the window is not solving my issues like it usually does. So he takes over again as chief salve-rubber-onner and he waits for Merlin to get hard again so he can sort out his feelings about the whole thing, eye-to-eye so to speak, only, Merlin doesn't get hard, and Arthur is thoroughly disappointed and each day he gets more and more antsy about it until one day he catches a gold gleam in Merlin's eyes and realises that he's been using magic to suppress his erection. Before he's even thought about it, Arthur's begged, "please, don't" and Merlin's like *STARTLED DEER EXPRESSSION* but Arthur is already kissing his wound, and then his hip, and then mouthing at his cock through the thin sheet.

And that's that. What about you guys? Do you ever come up with fic ideas you know are ridiculous or corny but that you can't help but want?