A/N: Well, I had an exam today that I finished early. With nothing to do, I turned to writing slash. ;) This is the result:

Exam Paper

Of course, Merlin is still scribbling away madly in the corner of the room. Everyone else finished half an hour ago – all of us had run out of things to say – but not him. He never finishes early; he always has more ideas frantically battling to be put onto paper. His head is ducked down close to the paper, his fountain pen skidding across the page. Glancing around me, I see that no one else is looking. Lance is making a paper aeroplane, Gwen is drawing flowers all over her work and Morganna is staring off into the distance, her pupils larger than they should be.

I grin, and allow my eyes to roam over Merlin's face, neck and body. I know he won't look up; he's in that special zone, the one I go into when I'm playing rugby. Merlin's hair is dark and sticking up at odd angles where he's run his hands through it. His eyes are the colour of a very pale sapphire, although at the moment, they are firmly focused on the work in front of him. Merlin's ears are large, and stick out away from his face, reminding my of an elephant I saw in a zoo once. I chuckle slightly to myself at the mental image of an Elephant-Merlin. He certainly has the grace of one already.

His skin in pale, unnaturally pale. Sometimes, in the right light, it can seem to exude a pearly glow. But as beautiful as his smooth skin is, it's not what captivates me about Merlin. That would be his neck. It's pale, and long, elegant and curved like a swan's is. As he shifts slightly in his seat, the muscles and sinews move gracefully. It's like a dance, and I sit there transfixed. What I wouldn't give to latch myself onto his neck right now, to lick and suck and bite it until Merlin moaned my name…

I have to stop myself there, because this is an exam, and is therefore not the time to be getting an unwanted hard-on under the table. Shaking my head slightly, I move my attention down to his hands. They are still gripped around his pen, which is now moving across the page at a speed that I didn't even know was possible. Merlin's hands are as fair as the rest of his skin, but they have a light dusting of freckles across his knuckles. His fingers are elongated and spidery, splaying on the desk next to his exam paper. I imagine then playing with my nipples, running across my chest… I jerk back again, but this time physically as well.

Merlin seems to notice, and as he looks up at me, he flashes me a hint of a smile before turning his attention back to his work. Only now, his cheeks aren't white; they're flushed pink.