Knight 500 Challenge.....Panic
Title: Better behind Closed Doors
Author: Obsidian Butterfly66 (Michelle)
Knight500 Challenge: “Panic”
Word Count: 509 (not including title paragraph)
Fandom: King Arthur
Rating: R (to be safe)
Pairing: Gawain & Tristan
Warnings: Implied M/M Slash
Summary: Gawain has always wanted to be more than just brother-in-arms with Tristan but, when the situation shows itself he panics.
Disclaimer: King Arthur and his Knights belong to history; I have merely borrowed them for my own entertainment and yours.
Gawain sat in the corner of the pub hidden by its shadows. He watched as his comrades took turns throwing their knives into an old board anchored securely to the wall. He always found it amazing that they could succeed at doing this without killing anyone after drinking so much.
Gawain watched one knight more intensely than the others, then again he always did. The man intrigued him, he was an enigma. There wasn’t much that any of the knights knew about him, he chose to keep it that way, and none ever asked for more than he was willing to give. So Gawain watched and waited for the right place, and the right time to learn more.
Gawain observed as Tristan’s raised his arm in the air, aimed at the middle of the board and then released his knife with ease. Gawain found it amusing that being as drunk from wine as Tristan was he still managed to hit the mark.
Gawain laughed as Galahad, Bors and Dagonet handed Tristan a days pay, cursing that he had cheated somehow. Taking the small leather pouches from his friends Tristan offered drinks for all. Gawain smiled as he watched the men slap Tristan on the back telling him what a good man he was, funny how a free drink had that effect.
Gawain watched as Tristan turned from the men, searching amongst the patrons in the pub until he found the target he was searching for. His eyes rested upon Gawain.
Gawain took in a deep breath as Tristan walked towards him, the drink causing him to stagger, making his hips move from side to side more pronounced than usual. Tristan moved directly in front of Gawain standing between his parted knees.
Gawain slowly let out the long breath that he had been holding while Tristan made his way to him. He watched as Tristan leaned down, his face just inches from his own. Gawain looked deep into the drunken mans eyes seeing something there that had not been there before. Was it lust? Could it be?
Gawain began to feel nervous as Tristan moved even closer to him; he could feel a hardness begin to form in the crotch of his pants, afraid that someone might see it quickly shifted in his seat. For so many nights he wanted this moment, and now it was here.
Tristan’s eyes bleed with desire as he lowered his hand and began to grope at Gawain’s hardness, his mouth just mere inches away.
Gawain’s mind raced with the thought of Tristan wrapped within his arms in a lovers embrace. Panic struck its nasty chord as Gawain realized now was not the time for this. Not here, not in public, and not in front of the other knights.
With regret and remorse Gawain rose from his seat, bid everyone goodnight and left the pub. As he walked away he saw Tristan slumped in the chair, passed out. With a heavy sigh Gawain realized that Tristan would not remember this night. Another time Gawain sighed.