Title: Can I Borrow You?
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur, Gwaine/Elena
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin, Gwaine
Summary: Merlin is Arthur's "date" to Gwaine's wedding, but somehow Arthur still ends up jealous.
Word Count: 915
Author's Notes: Written for the bingo challenge!
No one had really thought it possible, but it was true. It was happening. Gwaine was getting married.
Merlin cried through the whole ceremony, of course. As soon as Elena was walked down the aisle by her father, he started tearing up, and there was no stopping him after that.
At least Arthur had had the foresight to bring tissues. It was the least he could do, considering he'd practically begged Merlin to be his date to the wedding. They'd both gotten invites, but Arthur hated the idea of going alone to a wedding, so he'd convinced Merlin to go "with" him. They'd sit together, eat together, dance together, travel home together, and Arthur could get through the night with dignity.
It was all going according to plan, until the reception when one of Gwaine's uni mates started chatting up Merlin, and Merlin responded in kind, and soon enough they were off somewhere, necking in the loo or worse.
Arthur was fuming. Merlin was his date. Granted, he wasn't exactly going to feel up Merlin in a dirty stall, but still. They'd come to the wedding together—the plan had been for them to stay together. What kind of date abandoned his best friend just for a blowie?
"Welcome back," Arthur said dully when Merlin finally returned to their table.
He looked reasonably put together, but Arthur could see the colour high on his cheeks, and it didn't take a lot to imagine why.
"Did you miss me?" Merlin teased, reaching for his wine.
"What's his name?" Arthur asked. Merlin didn't respond, and Arthur guessed it was because he didn't remember. Maybe he had never known to begin with.
Arthur stuffed most of his dinner roll into his mouth and excused himself to the bar to get an ale. Leave it to Merlin to hook up with a stranger at Gwaine's wedding. Clearly it was too much to hope Arthur could have such luck.
Arthur looked over his shoulder to see Gwaine behind him.
"Hey," Arthur said, grinning. "Congratulations." He pulled Gwaine in for a hug.
"Thanks. Can I borrow you?"
"What for?" Arthur asked warily.
"Just for a sec." Gwaine grabbed Arthur's arm and guided him towards the toilets.
Arthur tried not to think about what Merlin had just been doing in here.
"You need to make a move, or he's going to go home with someone else." Gwaine said.
Arthur blinked. "What?"
Gwaine rolled his eyes. "You know exactly what. If you don't get in there—"
"What on earth makes you think I want to 'get in there'?" Arthur asked, aggravated that Gwaine thought this was any of his business.
Gwaine just gave him a look. Arthur scowled, deeply uninterested in continuing this conversation. He turned to leave, and Gwaine grabbed his arm again.
"I'm serious, Arthur. You're running out of time with this. It's been going on long enough. We can all see it—"
"You don't know what you're talking about," Arthur said, shrugging out of Gwaine's grip. "Merlin's welcome to fuck whoever he wants."
"The fact that you just said that when I said nothing about Merlin or fucking only proves my point."
Arthur flushed, realising he'd given himself away. "I just—"
Gwaine waited patiently.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Arthur finally asked.
Gwaine just smiled. "He's already your date tonight. You're halfway there."
"You can," Gwaine said reassuringly. "And you will. Or I'm kicking you out."
Arthur scoffed. "Excuse me?"
"Don't think I won't. I'll get Percy to bounce you right out."
Arthur had to laugh. "Percy would never."
"Percy most definitely would."
Arthur sighed and ran his hands over his face. "Can't I just get through this night and deal with it some other time?"
"How many times have you asked yourself that?"
Gwaine had a point there.
Arthur let Gwaine guide him back into the reception hall, where he found Merlin still sitting at their table. He was fiddling with his name plate, looking bored until he saw Arthur approaching and his face lit up.
"Did you get lost?" he asked.
Arthur swallowed heavily. "Can I… Can I borrow you?"
Merlin didn't look the least bit concerned. "Sure." With that, he stood and followed Arthur out of the hall.
"What's up?" Merlin asked when Arthur came to a stop just outside the loos.
"I… Gwaine made me—" Arthur took a deep breath, resetting himself. "I have something I need to tell you, I guess."
Merlin just smiled. "All right."
"I…" Arthur wet his lips nervously. He wasn't prepared for this moment. "When you were with that guy, I was… jealous."
Merlin cocked an eyebrow, still smiling. "You don't say."
Arthur frowned. "Am I that obvious?"
"A bit," Merlin said, chuckling. "It's kind of sweet."
Arthur didn't think it was sweet. "If you knew, then why did you—"
"I didn't think you'd ever actually do this," Merlin said, gesturing between them. "I thought maybe you were trying to get over it."
"I did try," Arthur admitted. "No luck."
Merlin grinned and took a step closer, into Arthur's personal space. Arthur inhaled slowly, trying to control the shiver rolling down his spine.
"So," Merlin said, taking another step. "What you're saying is…"
"What I'm saying is…" Arthur took another deep breath. "I'd like to dance with you later."
Merlin shook with silent laughter. "I think that can be arranged," he said before leaning in for a kiss.