Title: Alright, Cupid
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Gwaine, Percy
Summary: Gwaine can always predict who his friends will fall in love with.
Warnings: Modern AU, drinking, adult language, swearing
Word Count: 497.
Prompt: Wait for It
Author's Notes: Not beta'd.
Written for the prompt Wait for It.
Possibly due to the fact that he'd never had a relationship that lasted more than one drunken, lust-fuelled night, Gwaine had a keen eye for romance. Specifically, he always seemed to know when people had feelings for each other, even before they did. After a few beers, he was apt to boast about his psychic abilities to anyone who would listen.
Percy, of course, thought he was full of shit.
"Called it." Gwaine stage-whispered, as Morgana and Freya made their way upstairs, hand in hand and giggling like school girls.
Percy rolled his eyes, snatching the plastic cup of whiskey out of Gwaine's hand. He drained the contents in one long swig.
"Charming." Gwaine said, as his friend rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. "But really, I predicted that they would get together back in high school, remember? I know I'm a few years late, but you can't deny that they're on their way upstairs, intending to enjoy Morgana's expensive new sheets. And Lance and Gwen? I told you he'd finally get the stick out of his ass and ask her out. And look what happened, Perce! They're engaged now!"
"What about Arthur and Merlin?"
"What about them?"
"You said they were banging, but they both deny it."
Gwaine looked about the room, frowning. Merlin and Arthur always had been the fluke. He'd noticed the constant eye fucking, flirting, and sheer chemistry between them years ago. When asked (because really, Gwaine couldn't stop himself), Arthur would crack a joke about it, while Merlin's face would go red as the setting sun, usually accompanied by a mumbled "He doesn't feel that way about me."
That night had been particularly frustrating for Gwaine. He'd observed Merlin and Arthur grow progressively more handsy and sweet-talky with each beer they consumed. When Gwaine was about ready to shout to the heavens that they should just kiss already, Arthur grabbed Merlin's arm and led him outside. Gwaine liked to think that they were probably snogging in private, but they hadn't been seen since.
As if on cue, the pair walked back in, hair tossled and faces flushed. Arthur pushed Merlin gently against the wall, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Merlin grinned, his hands rubbing broad strokes up and down his friend's back.
Gwaine looked at Percy, who was watching their friends with a look of astonishment.
"Wait for it."
Apparently, enough alcohol had been introduced into both of their systems to make them lose all of their inhibitions. Merlin jumped up, wrapping both legs around Arthur, who, in turn, began assaulting his friend's lips in what looked like a very filthy, very satisfying kiss.
"Alright, Cupid. Point proven." Percy said, slapping Gwaine a high-five.
"You believe me now?"
Percy nodded. He glanced around the room, before shifting closer to his friend.
"So, I've been kind of curious about Mithian -"
"That's a no go, dude. She's been in love with Leon since first grade."
Author's note: Thanks for reading! As always, Merlin does not belong to me.