Disclaimer: Don't own it.
Warning: Slash! Don't like, don't read. Modern!Fic.
AN: Yep, I have turned to the joyous world of slash again and this is what happened. The chapters aren't very long and the updates will come regularly since I have written most of this story. I expect it to last for about 8 chapters. Forgive my cheesy title. It's named after a song by Alex Band that actually inspired me. Especially this part is perfect for Merthur-moments:
'And even if we lived
For a thousand years
Nothing, no one
Would come between us.'
This story is unbeta'd so any and all mistakes are mine.
Chapter 1 – Hard to Concentrate
'Macroeconomics is a branch of economics dealing with the performance, structure, behaviour and decision-making of the entire economy.' With his head buried in his hands and his eyes squeezed shut, Merlin repeated the sentence over and over again. The definition was etched on the insides of his eyelids, but he needed to be certain that he could not only reproduce the definition, but that he understood it as well.
His eyes snapped open when a pillow hit his head and Merlin threw a warning glare at Arthur. The blonde man sat on the bed, his back leaning against a second pillow. He grinned dirtily and his eyes shone brilliantly in the process. "It's almost midnight. Put that stupid economy-book aside and come to bed," he said with a voice as soft as the silk pyjama pants he was wearing.
Merlin turned on his chair, facing away from his desk which lay scattered with books, papers, diagrams and statistics. His narrow, threatening eyes only made Arthur laugh. "Some of us," he said slowly, emphasising each words, "have to study. We don't all get an imperia of business companies thrown in our laps."
Arthur pouted his lips, appearing hurt, but Merlin knew him well enough not to pay it any attention. "Your finals are four weeks away," Arthur argued, "that's plenty of time to study. Besides, I will be gone next week and I'll miss you. Please come to bed."
A sly smile crept up Arthur's lips and Merlin knew he couldn't resist it. He already felt a little weak in the knees and he cursed his boyfriend for playing it this dirty. With a brute turn, Merlin focused back on the definition of macroeconomics. If he just got this chapter done then- movement caught his eyes and Arthur rose from the bed and walked towards him.
A sigh escaped Merlin's lips. He should have gone to his mother's house to study. At least she wouldn't bother him. Arthur's fingers moved underneath the cover of the book and slammed it shut. "Come to bed," he repeated, "Merlin, please."
Slowly, Merlin turned to look at Arthur whose hand now lay casually on his. It was a warm touch, a sweet one and Merlin bit down on his lower lip. Why, oh why could he never resist anything Arthur asked of him? Because he's a spoiled prat who always gets what he wants. Merlin had forgotten about that and the thought made him chuckle.
Arthur's eyes widened, "What?"
With his free hand, Merlin gently reached up to touch Arthur's cheek, caressing it with his thumb. "Nothing," he lied, "just that you are very lucky to have me as your boyfriend. You're very demanding at times."
Arthur snorted at the comment. "Oh, please," he said, "I'm easy to live with, not demanding at all!" His head leaned into Merlin's touch and his eyes closed for a short second, enjoying the moment to its full extend.
"Of course you are," joked Merlin. He leaned forward and planted a quick kiss against Arthur's lips, making him open his eyes. Blue stared into blue and Arthur's hand grabbed Merlin's head and pulled it forward. Their kiss grew in passion and Merlin wanted more, but he broke away.
"Coming to bed?" Arthur asked again.
Merlin licked his lips. "I..." he pulled away his hand from Arthur's cheek and sighed, "I have to study." Without looking at Arthur's disappointment, he turned to focus on his books and papers again.
Arthur sulkily walked towards the bed and let himself fall down on top of it. "That's cruel, Merlin," he sighed, "very cruel."
Merlin only laughed before turning his thoughts to macroeconomics again. He was to graduate this year and he couldn't allow himself to be distracted. As he opened the thick – and sometimes boring - book, the letters before him suddenly made little sense. They no longer made sentences, let alone a comprehensible text. Merlin rested his head onto the opened page and closed his eyes.
He hated to admit it, but Arthur had won. It was hard to concentrate and studying was completely out of the question now. He kicked away his chair from the desk and stood up, joining Arthur on top of the bed.
He rolled close to his boyfriend and whispered softly into his ear, "You win."
Arthur pulled him into a tight embrace and chuckled, "Oh, Merlin. I always win."