Mutifandom Pretend Dating/Relationship fest!
So last year (ha!) hermette was talking on twitter about a pretend dating fest, which I hijacked like an appropriate metaphor. Now the holidays are over I thought this would be a good time to host it! Without further ado:
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Percy frowned up from the bench press where he was currently lifting, his eyebrows furrowing not from the effort of the rep so much as the sincere worry he saw on his friend’s face. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend.” With a small grunt, he hoisted the weight back into its holder and exhaled.
“Yes, well, you don’t know how Mummy is,” Gwaine said, tossing his hair over his shoulder in a way that Percival shouldn’t find endearing. “She expects me to bring the lad I’ve been seeing to the reunion. If I don’t, she’ll know I was lying.” His face had taken on the expression of a wounded puppy, and despite his reticence, Percy felt his resolve melting, his gut twisting uncomfortably.
“You probably shouldn’t have lied to begin with,” he said, starting another set of ten. One of the things Percy had learned about Gwaine in the years since they’d met was that he was ashamed of the privilege in which he’d been raised, and until now, Percy hadn’t gotten the impression Gwaine gave a fig what they thought about his promiscuous lifestyle. He certainly made no attempts to hide it; just last week they’d been out at a club and Gwaine had pulled a set of twin brothers right under Percy’s nose, even had the audacity to ask if he’d like to join them, completely oblivious to knife-blade twisting its way between Percy’s ribs.
“I know, I know. But alas, now the piper has come to be paid.”
Percy tried to ignore Gwaine’s stare as he slid out from under the bar and grabbed his water bottle, taking a swig in the hopes of calming his beating heart. His friend had no fucking idea what he was asking, what it meant to Percy, and he meant to keep it that way.
Instead, he chose to deflect. “Ah, little man. Nearly twenty-six and still afraid of what Mummy thinks.”
“Perc,” Gwaine said. “I promise. I’ll do anything you want.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, trailing a finger down one of Percy’s sweaty biceps. The touch sent a curl of heat down to Percy’s cock. Damn Gwaine.
“You can save your sexual favours, G,” he said, standing and leading the way towards the gym showers. If it had been a one-off he was after, he would have taken Gwaine up on his flirtation ages ago. It was Gwaine’s way with everyone; he was an inveterate slag who got hives at the first mention of monogamy. Unfortunately, his free-spiritedness was one of the reasons that Percy loved him. “Why don’t you ask Leon?” It was a last-ditch attempt to save himself from a weekend of heartache, acting out a fantasy he’d never ever have.
Gwaine wrinkled his nose as they approached the lockers. “They’d never believe I was dating Leon.”
“Why not? He’s more your class, anyway.”
Percival’s father had been a butcher, and he himself was a first generation uni grad. At Cambridge, he’d learned to pass decently enough, but he’d never truly felt like he fit in unless he was on the rugby pitch. That is, until he’d met Gwaine-brash, bold, exciting Gwaine, who didn’t give a fuck and wasn’t afraid of taking too big for his skin, cockney-accented Percy under his wing. Over the years that accent had changed, but Percival’s feelings never had.
“You know I don’t care about any of that,” Gwaine said, ripping his shirt off over his head, his jogging bottoms following soon after. Percy swallowed and let his eyes linger on the shapely arse, the curve of Gwaine’s well muscled back, before glancing away. “And anyway, it’ll be fun. We’ll have a right laugh. Come on, mate. Whatd’ya say?”
A hand on his arm forced him to turn around again; this time Percy made sure his eyes never strayed below waist level. “It’s next weekend?” he asked, throat dry.
“Yeah.” Gwaine’s eyes lit up, a smile spreading across his handsome face. “You’ll do it?”
“Yeah, I’ll do it.”
He was in such deep shit.
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You had me at Percival Thomas Cooper. And then Gwaine calling his mom "mummy". LMAO. Such a momma's boy!
Thank you for writing this! I cannot wait for more! ::sits on grabby hands::
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Second: PERC LET ME LOVE YOU! SHSHSBB It will be OK.
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