weepingwillow9Title: Wanting
Rating: R
Pairing/s: Gwaine/Percival, Gwaine/Lancelot
Character/s: Lancelot, Gwaine
Summary: They're in a club when it happens again. But Lance can't quite bring himself to let go
Warnings: Cheating
Word Count: 543
Prompt: Jealousy
Author's Notes: This is based on something that happened to me the other night when I was out with some friends... My life is suddenly interesting
Jealousy.
It gnaws away at him, though he knows it shouldn’t. He’s drunk, and logic doesn’t seem to matter as he watches Gwaine steal mouthful after mouthful of the dark man’s lips, hands cupping his arse and pulling him in close.
The thing is, he knows what Gwaine is like. He’s a magpie for beautiful men, though no, that metaphor’s flawed. Because Gwaine doesn’t hoard them; he takes them and then he gets bored of them and he drops them.
And it wouldn’t be so bad, except for the fact that Gwaine has a boyfriend. Percy, who he seduced away from Lance. Just when he thought he could be happy, could move on from this eternal wanting and find something normal. Healthy. Gwaine just had to flash his smile and flick his hair in Percy’s direction. At least Percy had the decency to end it with Lance before anything happened. It’s not as if Lance would have done any differently if given the opportunity.
But that’s another thing. Gwaine doesn’t wait until he doesn’t have anyone else. Right now there’s Percy, but before then there was someone else, and another man before then. All cheated on, again and again; all hurt in the most painful ways Gwaine doesn’t even have to look to find. And still Lance wants Gwaine. Even though he knows Gwaine would do it to him.
It’s almost vertical sex, what’s going on only a few feet away. Gwaine’s tongue licks out over the man’s neck, and Lance snaps. Because while he’s Gwaine’s friend, and while he pines for the man without the alcohol inside him, he can’t just let Percy be hurt this much. So he takes Gwaine by the shoulder and he drags him back.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asks, “You have a boyfriend.”
“I know,” Gwaine tells him, laughing, “Great, isn’t it.” And he’s almost sarcastic. Lance burns with anger at that, because Gwaine could take anything and he still isn’t satisfied.
“Don’t you dare!” he shouts, moving up into Gwaine’s space, “Don’t you dare say that. You can have anything, so don’t you dare tell me you’re not satisfied with what you’ve got.”
“I can’t take anything, though, can I?”
Gwaine doesn’t meet Lance’s eye, and it’s almost impossible to hear him over the music, but Lance does.
“What do you mean?”
“There’s a reason why I do this, Lance!” Gwaine says, throwing his arms wide, “And it’s you! You’re so fucking unreachable, so perfect, and I always thought that if I had whoever else I wanted I wouldn’t want you, but it just doesn’t work, does it?”
Lance stares at him in disbelief.
“You’re doing this because you like me?”
Gwaine glares at him for a moment, then sighs. He takes hold of Lance’s arm and pulls him in, fits their lips together and kisses him with all the want and the love he’s been hiding so long. It’s barely a heartbeat before Lance decides to take the chance, risk that Gwaine’s reached new manipulative heights, and kisses him back. Their tongues twist together and Lance pulls Gwaine flush against him; Gwaine moans into his mouth and promises with his fingers bruising into his hips to never let him go.