Gwaine watches from his place at the bar. His gaze tracking every movement of the lithe body that weaves its way through the crowd of their friends. His eyes lower, travelling from the head of curly black hair, down strong shoulders to narrow hips and long legs that fit perfectly around Gwaine’s waist when the occasion calls for it.
He grabs his pint in time to lift it in a small salute when the owner of said legs turns and glares. His ice-blue gaze softening when he realises that it’s Gwaine who is burning holes in the back of his head.
Gwaine tightens his grip on his glass and makes his way to the man who has held his attention for the better part of the past twelve months. As he closes in on the small group, he wraps an arm around the other man’s waist and feels something settle inside him when the gesture is returned.
“I was just telling Mordred how pleasant a surprise tonight is,” Morgana says, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “Actually, this whole year has been something of a surprise.” Her tone is teasing and light, but Gwaine can hear what she isn’t saying.
Until Mordred, he’d been notorious for his playboy antics. A new body in his bed almost every other night, and the word ‘commitment’ was considered somewhat blasphemous to his lifestyle.
Then, his best friend had introduced him to Mordred; Up and comer at work, a wizard with numbers and full of bright ideas on how to keep Pendragon and Emrys from falling by the wayside in a time of economic crisis. He’d glared down his nose at Gwaine the first time they’d met, scowled at the way Gwaine had thrown himself at Merlin and Arthur, and then the waitress.
It had driven Gwaine absolutely mad when his seemingly boundless charm hadn’t even begun to melt the younger man’s icy exterior… He’d been smitten ever since.
Gwaine laughed and pressed a kiss to Mordred’s temple, giving his hip a quick squeeze.
“Believe me, Morgana, no one is as pleasantly surprised than I am.”
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Pleasant Surprise
Date: 2014-02-25 01:16 pm (UTC)He grabs his pint in time to lift it in a small salute when the owner of said legs turns and glares. His ice-blue gaze softening when he realises that it’s Gwaine who is burning holes in the back of his head.
Gwaine tightens his grip on his glass and makes his way to the man who has held his attention for the better part of the past twelve months. As he closes in on the small group, he wraps an arm around the other man’s waist and feels something settle inside him when the gesture is returned.
“I was just telling Mordred how pleasant a surprise tonight is,” Morgana says, her gaze flicking between the two of them. “Actually, this whole year has been something of a surprise.” Her tone is teasing and light, but Gwaine can hear what she isn’t saying.
Until Mordred, he’d been notorious for his playboy antics. A new body in his bed almost every other night, and the word ‘commitment’ was considered somewhat blasphemous to his lifestyle.
Then, his best friend had introduced him to Mordred; Up and comer at work, a wizard with numbers and full of bright ideas on how to keep Pendragon and Emrys from falling by the wayside in a time of economic crisis. He’d glared down his nose at Gwaine the first time they’d met, scowled at the way Gwaine had thrown himself at Merlin and Arthur, and then the waitress.
It had driven Gwaine absolutely mad when his seemingly boundless charm hadn’t even begun to melt the younger man’s icy exterior… He’d been smitten ever since.
Gwaine laughed and pressed a kiss to Mordred’s temple, giving his hip a quick squeeze.
“Believe me, Morgana, no one is as pleasantly surprised than I am.”