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Characters: Galahad [galahad] & Percival [keepsaken]
Date/Time: Backlogged to after the Mordred/Galahad meeting.
Location: Outside Starbucks
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Uh stuff.
Summary:As long as he didn't remember. --- And he didn't have to -- not today, anyway, because if this was a moment Percy would only be able to have with Hayden, then remembering was out of the question.
Never had a day seemed longer than Percival's after seeing the other two knights together at work. The sight had haunted him for a reason he couldn't explain, but he knew part of it had to be attributed to not seeing Galahad for two weeks after what had happened on New Years. He didn't enjoy feeling angry and possessive, and even hours after when his shift was over, did those feelings remain.
After wishing his coworkers a good night, the once-knight slipped out the employee door and made his way to the exit, fiddling with his scarf around his neck and not expecting anyone to be waiting for him outside. Upon stepping out, he took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, and stole an upward glance at the darkening sky.
Pretending not to be a jealous boyfriend was seriously hard work.
Galahad was waiting, admittedly he had a pleasant enough time with Mordred, but really there was only one person he was interested in (and this is not romantically speaking, Wesley was just... something else). Not a man who often dated or engaged in social activities, Wesley pretty much seemed the opposite of the introvert Hayden.
He could not label whatever weird relationship they had (saying boyfriend was just... insane, but friend was too mild a word). It was his third cigarette while waiting for Percival to finish his shift; once the other knight stepped outside, Hayden made his way over puffing away at the last of it.
His presence was felt before heard or noticed, and Percival, who had frozen to the spot, merely turned his head to watch the other on the walk over. There were so many things he could've said, things he wanted to say, but if Hayden -- Galahad? -- had been waiting, obviously he was the one with something to say.
And if not, it was going to be a very awkward next few minutes.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if Mordred would be showing his face anytime soon.
Not really, Hayden was here because of the exchange at the counter, Percival had said not now- but then when? The dutch man didn't feel like avoiding the other any longer, no matter what had happened on New Years. And if anything his reaction to Mortimer said something. Just what 'something' was, Galahad was not sure. When Galahad was close enough, he came to a stop.
The last drag of the cigarette was inhaled, before his hand rose to touch Wesley on the shoulder. "Hey."
"... Hey yourself," the older boy returned, breathing in smoke and brisk winter air a little too deeply. He wasn't sure what he wanted more: to walk away, or to stay exactly where he was and hear Galahad out. But this wasn't the place for that. Percival had already embarrassed himself in front of his coworkers -- did he really need to cause another spectacle? He didn't trust himself not to start yelling, either, or doing something else that was equally uncomfortable.
Even so, he remained rooted on the spot, already fearing what would come out of his mouth next.
Galahad shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his hand sliding down to grasp Percival's upper arm. If the other was thinking of walking anywhere, it was not happening. Really the question that should've been asked is: "Are you alright?" but the words didn't come out of his mouth.
Instead he leaned in close again, as if he were going to kiss him, like they had on NYE. It was not logical, but he wanted to. Maybe it was the only way to say what he meant, what needed to be said.
Oh, hell-- that was the wrong move. And not one that Percival expected in the least -- but his body was moving before his brain could process the shift in position, or the way he cupped Galahad's jaw in a hand and pressed a remarkably desperate kiss against his lips.
Four seconds was all he allowed himself before jerking back, the 'god, this is so wrong' resounding loudly in the back of his head. Because it was. Wasn't it? Christ, he had no idea anymore. The nagging, possessive feeling that had crashed on him earlier returned, and he swallowed it down, not enjoying the irritation that accompanied it.
Hayden's lips twitched in what was an unmistakable small smile, and even if Percival had broken the kiss, his hand was resting against Galahad's cheek. It was too easy to draw close again and press their lips together, it was slow on his part- slow and reassuring.
Only you.
Galahad knew that better than Hayden did, of course, Galahad would never allow himself the luxury to fall prey to these sorts of things. Lust. Want. And the only person he'd wanted had been Percival. Always. What he wanted, Galahad could not have, but Hayden... he could.
As long as he didn't remember.
And he didn't have to -- not today, anyway, because if this was a moment Percy would only be able to have with Hayden, then remembering was out of the question. It would happen eventually; he knew it would. But he wanted to savor every second as if it'd be their last together, like one morning Hayden would wake up and remember this wasn't right.
He knew it wasn't, either.
The second kiss elicited a small noise from the back of Percival's throat as he returned it, unable to fight back. That hand slid up from Galahad's jaw to the back of his head, where he finally got his turn burying his fingers in the other man's hair.
Percival would remember to kick himself later for this.
Maybe.
Galahad knew it wasn't right, lust was the least of the issues for the grail knight, but Hayden was not like that. He felt awkward but also relaxed and reached out for the other, touched, brushed- he continued the kisses, drawing his hands to rest on Percival's shoulders.
Really, who needed words?
Briefly breaking off the kisses, Hayden cleared his throat. "Any questions?"
It was such a good inquiry that Percival didn't have an immediate answer for it. The truth was, he had a lot of questions, so many in fact that he couldn't recall a single one, not after -- that. He nearly forgot to remove his hand from Hayden's hair, but it didn't get too far, hovering at the younger man's cheek like he wanted to touch it again, but didn't.
"... Not really," was about all that he could manage, all of his previous anxiety and anger gone without a trace.
"Let's go have dinner then." Hayden prompted, it only seemed logical to him to go out for dinner again. Or have him come over for dinner. "What do you want?" Admittedly, once you got past Hayden's...weird quirks, he was perfectly pleasant young man. Of course, Percival would know that already.
'You' was probably not the right answer. Not at all. The very thought of it had Percy retracting his hand and wondering where it'd come from, and then his body and mouth were reacting before his brain could have a chance to stop him from saying something incredibly stupid.
"I don't care-- anything," he breathed, taking Hayden's hand in his and tugging him away from the shop front. Nobody needed to see this, especially not his coworkers. And good lord, did he not care where they had dinner. The where and the what didn't matter as much as the 'with who', and he was happy to say he already had them by the hand.
As long as he was with Galahad, food came second.
That was the way it was, and always would be.
Date/Time: Backlogged to after the Mordred/Galahad meeting.
Location: Outside Starbucks
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: Uh stuff.
Summary:As long as he didn't remember. --- And he didn't have to -- not today, anyway, because if this was a moment Percy would only be able to have with Hayden, then remembering was out of the question.
Never had a day seemed longer than Percival's after seeing the other two knights together at work. The sight had haunted him for a reason he couldn't explain, but he knew part of it had to be attributed to not seeing Galahad for two weeks after what had happened on New Years. He didn't enjoy feeling angry and possessive, and even hours after when his shift was over, did those feelings remain.
After wishing his coworkers a good night, the once-knight slipped out the employee door and made his way to the exit, fiddling with his scarf around his neck and not expecting anyone to be waiting for him outside. Upon stepping out, he took a deep breath of the cool, fresh air, and stole an upward glance at the darkening sky.
Pretending not to be a jealous boyfriend was seriously hard work.
Galahad was waiting, admittedly he had a pleasant enough time with Mordred, but really there was only one person he was interested in (and this is not romantically speaking, Wesley was just... something else). Not a man who often dated or engaged in social activities, Wesley pretty much seemed the opposite of the introvert Hayden.
He could not label whatever weird relationship they had (saying boyfriend was just... insane, but friend was too mild a word). It was his third cigarette while waiting for Percival to finish his shift; once the other knight stepped outside, Hayden made his way over puffing away at the last of it.
His presence was felt before heard or noticed, and Percival, who had frozen to the spot, merely turned his head to watch the other on the walk over. There were so many things he could've said, things he wanted to say, but if Hayden -- Galahad? -- had been waiting, obviously he was the one with something to say.
And if not, it was going to be a very awkward next few minutes.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if Mordred would be showing his face anytime soon.
Not really, Hayden was here because of the exchange at the counter, Percival had said not now- but then when? The dutch man didn't feel like avoiding the other any longer, no matter what had happened on New Years. And if anything his reaction to Mortimer said something. Just what 'something' was, Galahad was not sure. When Galahad was close enough, he came to a stop.
The last drag of the cigarette was inhaled, before his hand rose to touch Wesley on the shoulder. "Hey."
"... Hey yourself," the older boy returned, breathing in smoke and brisk winter air a little too deeply. He wasn't sure what he wanted more: to walk away, or to stay exactly where he was and hear Galahad out. But this wasn't the place for that. Percival had already embarrassed himself in front of his coworkers -- did he really need to cause another spectacle? He didn't trust himself not to start yelling, either, or doing something else that was equally uncomfortable.
Even so, he remained rooted on the spot, already fearing what would come out of his mouth next.
Galahad shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his hand sliding down to grasp Percival's upper arm. If the other was thinking of walking anywhere, it was not happening. Really the question that should've been asked is: "Are you alright?" but the words didn't come out of his mouth.
Instead he leaned in close again, as if he were going to kiss him, like they had on NYE. It was not logical, but he wanted to. Maybe it was the only way to say what he meant, what needed to be said.
Oh, hell-- that was the wrong move. And not one that Percival expected in the least -- but his body was moving before his brain could process the shift in position, or the way he cupped Galahad's jaw in a hand and pressed a remarkably desperate kiss against his lips.
Four seconds was all he allowed himself before jerking back, the 'god, this is so wrong' resounding loudly in the back of his head. Because it was. Wasn't it? Christ, he had no idea anymore. The nagging, possessive feeling that had crashed on him earlier returned, and he swallowed it down, not enjoying the irritation that accompanied it.
Hayden's lips twitched in what was an unmistakable small smile, and even if Percival had broken the kiss, his hand was resting against Galahad's cheek. It was too easy to draw close again and press their lips together, it was slow on his part- slow and reassuring.
Only you.
Galahad knew that better than Hayden did, of course, Galahad would never allow himself the luxury to fall prey to these sorts of things. Lust. Want. And the only person he'd wanted had been Percival. Always. What he wanted, Galahad could not have, but Hayden... he could.
As long as he didn't remember.
And he didn't have to -- not today, anyway, because if this was a moment Percy would only be able to have with Hayden, then remembering was out of the question. It would happen eventually; he knew it would. But he wanted to savor every second as if it'd be their last together, like one morning Hayden would wake up and remember this wasn't right.
He knew it wasn't, either.
The second kiss elicited a small noise from the back of Percival's throat as he returned it, unable to fight back. That hand slid up from Galahad's jaw to the back of his head, where he finally got his turn burying his fingers in the other man's hair.
Percival would remember to kick himself later for this.
Maybe.
Galahad knew it wasn't right, lust was the least of the issues for the grail knight, but Hayden was not like that. He felt awkward but also relaxed and reached out for the other, touched, brushed- he continued the kisses, drawing his hands to rest on Percival's shoulders.
Really, who needed words?
Briefly breaking off the kisses, Hayden cleared his throat. "Any questions?"
It was such a good inquiry that Percival didn't have an immediate answer for it. The truth was, he had a lot of questions, so many in fact that he couldn't recall a single one, not after -- that. He nearly forgot to remove his hand from Hayden's hair, but it didn't get too far, hovering at the younger man's cheek like he wanted to touch it again, but didn't.
"... Not really," was about all that he could manage, all of his previous anxiety and anger gone without a trace.
"Let's go have dinner then." Hayden prompted, it only seemed logical to him to go out for dinner again. Or have him come over for dinner. "What do you want?" Admittedly, once you got past Hayden's...weird quirks, he was perfectly pleasant young man. Of course, Percival would know that already.
'You' was probably not the right answer. Not at all. The very thought of it had Percy retracting his hand and wondering where it'd come from, and then his body and mouth were reacting before his brain could have a chance to stop him from saying something incredibly stupid.
"I don't care-- anything," he breathed, taking Hayden's hand in his and tugging him away from the shop front. Nobody needed to see this, especially not his coworkers. And good lord, did he not care where they had dinner. The where and the what didn't matter as much as the 'with who', and he was happy to say he already had them by the hand.
As long as he was with Galahad, food came second.
That was the way it was, and always would be.