I've been waiting

Learning how to Live

During the drive, Arthur bombarded me with questions. Once we reached my home, a rather impressive manor house nestled in meadows and woods- i had been saving up for centauries, why shouldn't i have a swanky place- Arthur fell silent and watched the building draw closer. 
"What is this place?"
"My house, Arthur. I'm not a serving-boy anymore, i have a proper job,  i saved all my money over the many years I've been alive, and i bought this place. My own little castle." We pulled up, and i led him in, taking him to the living room and telling him to sit. 
"What was that thing? The metal carriage?" Arthur gestured out the window to the drive.
"A car- There's so much of this world you need to learn about. It's too different from what your used to..." Arthur looked sceptical, but he nodded, letting me take a seat beside him. I began to explain, skimming through our History, all the wars i had lived through and fought in, all the things I'd seen. I explained democracy, and Arthur begrudgingly admitted it was probably for the best. Once he'd had wrapped his head around all of that, i talked through the history of civil rights, women's rights, and finally Gay rights. The last one sparking too many questions for me to feel comfortable, but overall, he seemed accepting. My heart skipped a beat when he said 'Everyone should be free to love.'
"Look, Merlin, I'm sure all of this is very important, but I'm tired, can we continue this in the morning-" He realised it was the morning, 4 o'clock in fact. "-well, in the afternoon?"
"Sure. I'll show you to you're room" I walked him up the stairs to the third floor, and opened the door to a bedroom suitable for a king- i had actually based the interior design off his old room, it brought a piece of Camelot with me in a strange way- Arthur looked around in awe.
"I can't believe this is yours. All of this."
"Like i said, not a serving boy anymore. This is your room, if you need me, I'm in the room opposite, there is an en-suit through that doo-" I realised suddenly that i had so much to teach Arthur about this new world, including showers. He was staring at me blankly so i decided to surprise him. "You can get changed behind that door." 
When he didn't move, i gestured for him to look, and a startled grunt escaped him when he walked in. "Merlin, what is this place?"
I poked my head around the door. "It's called a bathroom. It's where you wash."
"You have a whole room for that?"
"Most people do, now." I pointed out the sink, bathtub and toilet, explaining roughly how each one worked. I showed him toothpaste, and deodorant, and razors- he seemed mightily impressed with the latter. I wasn't planning on pulling a prank, but when Arthur stepped directly under the shower head in the walk in shower, and started asking what the handles on the wall did, i couldn't help myself.
"Just- uh, just turn that one to the right" I told him, and surprisingly he obeyed, and was greeted with a downpour of cold water. He squealed comically and jumped back, glaring at me. I laughed heartily, but he didn't seem to find the comedy in it. "This is a shower. Normally when you put the water on, you're not dressed in head to toe armour... or anything at all. If you turn the handle the other way, the water comes out warm"
Arthur raised his eyebrows in disbelief, and tried it out, this time only putting his hand under the spray. "That's incredible!" He said, his eyes lighting up like a child's. "How does it work? Is it Magic?"
"No... this world has no Magic, it has died out completely. Replaced by science" I said, my tone giving away the sadness i felt. 
"I'm sorry Merlin..." He said, returning the handle to it's previous position and the water ceased- at least he was a fast learner. "That your alone"
"I'm not anymore" I smiled, dragging him out of the shower and unbuckling his armour. I was surprised i remembered how. He stood stock still, his eyes glued in the mirror as i took all his chainmail off, and left him with only his undershirt and trousers.
"I assume you can do the rest from here?" I joked. He nodded and i left him, shutting the door behind me. I took his armour with me and piled it neatly in an armchair, taking out a pair of pyjama bottoms and laying them on the bed after i had pulled back the sheets for him. Only  one day of him back, and i was back to being his manservant. Strangely, the familiarity of it was comforting however, so i had no quarrels.

At lunch time, i brought him eggs and bacon, something familiar with a modern twist- i thought it would be the easiest way to gradually introduce him to our world. I laid it down- along with my own- on the table by the window, and flung the curtains open.
"Rise and shine... your majesty" I grinned when he rolled over and hid his face from the sun. "Up you get sire, whole new day ahead of you, and lot's to see and do!" I yanked back the sheets and blushed at the sight of him, half naked, spread out in bed. He didn't seem to notice, or if he did he didn't mention it.
"Merlin!" He grumbled, trying to snatch back the sheets. I whispered a few foreign words, and Arthur was forcefully thrown from the bed, onto the cold wooden planks. He flung his arms around, trying to defend from an attack, before realising it was me. 
"Sit. Eat" I pointed to the chair, then the plate of food. He sniffed the air and pulled a face that looked like 'huh, not bad, maybe i could spare a moment', before looking around for something.
"Do you have a- uh, a shirt i could wear?" I stared at his bare chest for a moment, and he cleared his throat.
"Right, uh, yeah" I went to the side drawers and picked out a loose, plain white t-shirt. He slipped it on and rubbed at the fabric for a moment, seemingly appreciating it.
"Your eating with me?" He asked, as he noticed the second plate.
"Unless you want me to-"
"No, stay" He said, his tone leaving no room for questions. He didn't to be alone. We chatted idly over the food, he commented on my jeans, wondering if all modern clothes were so tight, and i blushed again, telling him i could find him something less fitted if he liked. He asked about culture, music, sports, etc, and i did my best to explain what modern people did, what they liked, and what they certainly didn't like. Arthur mostly just listened, which was a shock in of itself. Once we were done i took the plates away and told him to rummage through my wardrobe for something that would fit him.

When I entered my bedroom after washing up, i found Arthur staring at my drawers in both horror and confusion. I took a brief moment to admire him, barefoot, hair dishevelled, wearing a pair of loose black joggers and a red 'flash' sweater i had bought from Comicon before discovering it was two sizes to big. How he managed to make even that ensemble look sexy, i would never understand.
I approached slowly; "What is it?"
I realised suddenly what he was looking at, and i had never been more embarrassed in my life. And that's saying something for someone who had woken up with a face covered in horse shit. There in the top draw, nestled among my briefs, was my dildo, fucking bright blue and too realistic to be passed off as anything else. FUCK.
I slammed the drawer shut. "I told you to look in my wardrobe, not my drawers!" Was all i managed to spit out, before my rage and embarrassment took over. I turned on my heels and left without an explanation to Arthur, running down the corridor and feeling into the Garden.