Title: Celebrating Realisation
Character/s: Gwaine, Percival
Summary: Gwaine has put all the pieces together and is ready to admit his feelings. Percival is anxious about his somewhat subtle approach.
Word Count: 475
Prompt: #45 Love
Author's Notes: Time is a bitch
I love you, man.
The words kept repeating in Percival’s head.
Gwaine had one arm around his waist and was holding him close while his other hand held a pint of beer. The words had come out of jovial man’s mouth not a minute before when he had first put his arm around Percival’s waist. (Percival was sure it would be around his shoulder if Gwaine could have reached comfortable.)
By the way Gwaine had looked at him when he had said it, he seemed to be serious and happy. Though Percival still wasn’t sure how Gwaine loved him.
They had been friends for years but had never been overly close. They flirted occasionally, but it was generally in a joking manor. Percival wasn’t even sure if Gwaine swung the same way he did. He flirted with the girls as well as the guys, although, now that he thought about it, Percival had never seen or heard of Gwaine being with anyone.
They had their backs to the bar.
“Aren’t you thirsty?” Gwaine asked, interrupting Percival’s thoughts.
“Er,” Percival stalled, pretending to be engrossed in the football game that was playing silently on the TV on the wall in front of them. He looked down at the glass in Gwaine’s hand and then at Gwaine himself. He pulled away from Gwaine’s grip and turned to face the bar.
“What do you want?” Gwaine asked. “My shout.”
“Since when do you shout?” Percival replied.
“Since I’m celebrating.”
“Celebrating what?” Percival looked confused at the other man.
“Realisation.” Gwaine’s smile broadened. He took a swig of his beer.
“Of what?” Percival started to feel nervous.
“That you’ve never had a girlfriend the whole time I’ve known you.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
Gwaine moved as close to Percival as his could get, their sides touching and lowered his voice. “Don’t tell me I’m wrong?”
“Wrong about what?” Percival whispered.
Gwaine looked around to see if anyone was looking their way and when he was confident most people had their eyes on the TV or each other, he leaned across and placed a quick kiss on Percival’s cheek. It went bright pink immediately, with the heat rushing to his face.
Percival blinked at Gwaine. “Well, that confirms it,” said Gwaine with a grin. “So, are we celebrating or not?”
Percival wanted to question if he had heard Gwaine’s words correctly upon his arrival, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to do it in public. He looked around to see the rest of the bar’s patrons still not paying them any attention, to which he was grateful.
He signalled the barman over and ordered a pint of his favourite beer. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen to his and Gwaine’s friendship, but he was sure that it was going to be different, if not more.