I HATE YOU I LOVE YOU

"Are we going to be lovers?" he asked, blushing involuntarily. "I...I've never had one before."

He stared at Merlin, unable to respond.

"I..." With Merlin blushing, he couldn't quite make coherent thoughts.

He glanced to the side, frowning.

"Being fuckbuddies is fine, too, if you just want that...but tell me so we both know what to expect."

"But I love you." He said, after clearing his mind.

"So...lovers?"

"...Do you not want to...?"

"Are you going to be good to me if I say yes?" he asked. "Will you try to win me over properly so I can love you back?"

"...Yes." He decided, after a while.

"Then I'll be your lover," he replied slowly, still a little unsure. "...Just, be more agreeable, would you?"

He nodded.

"I'll...try."

He smiled hesitantly.

"Then perhaps this may work."

-x-

Merlin and Hesekiel bowed, gracefully disappearing behind a curtain.

Once they were out of sight, among props, rope and crates, Merline grabbed Hesekiel's bow tie and dragged him into a corner, pulling him into a charged French kiss. When he ran away, he moved his mouth to Hesekiel's neck, nibbling and kissing insistently.

"Mmm, we have thirty minutes...God, I hate performing. I can't touch your body, and all those people stare at your beautiful body~"

He squirmed.

"Merlin, I'm...hungry." He complained, though he was embracing him despite that.

Merlin whined.

"Not now--I need you to touch me, or I'll go crazy, I really will!" He kissed along Hesekiel's jaw, standing on tip-toe. "You can't even sit through a quickie?"

He bit his lip.

"Well...Be really quick."

By the time he had finished saying the word "quick", Merlin was already on his knees, performing fellatio on him. After a few minutes, he stood up and undid his belt.

"Hurry up and get inside of me, sweetheart."