Summary: Gwaine is freaked out
Warnings: Brief bad language
Word Count: 294
Author's Notes: So I wanted something amusing...
Gwaine is freaked out. This is a new feeling, at least in real life (because weeping angels on Doctor Who are freaky, anyone would say that) and he doesn’t like it one bit.
It’s just that this is the third… well, technically fourth, but then if you’re counting that he supposes it’s actually the fifth date with Lance, and he’s mentioned the b-word.
You know, the one that means commitment and not sleeping with anyone else and having to pick him up when he’s upset and fucking cosy under-blanket snuggles. Boyfriend.
Dinner or the cinema or bowling or ice-cream parlours or the park or even coffee shops are good. Gwaine is not averse to knowing things about the people he fucks, or to them knowing things about him. He’s a big fan of companionship. Just, not such a big fan of sticking around, really. He likes new, and he likes a complete lack of rules, and while Lance is lovely and hot and incredible in bed it’s about time he walked out.
High time he walked out.
Except he keeps thinking about Lance’s puppy face if he did, and it might break his heart just a little. And, he kind of has to face it, somehow Lance doesn’t feel old to him, not yet, and that’s a feat never achieved before.
So, he might just stick around. And he might just let himself be Lance’s, if only to try out how it feels. And if he doesn’t admit to it, except maybe to Lance once in a while, then who’s going to know? It’s too good to just stop now, he reasons.
So he stays. And he takes boyfriend out of the forbidden vocabulary list, and he actually starts making it apply to him.