A/N: just a fluffy little one-shot that popped into my head. :) It's very short though and I would have made it loner, but I just didn't have any more ideas. R&R appreciated.
"Gwaine," Percival's large hand landed on the other mans shoulder. "I need to speak with you."
Gwaine looked up at the larger man before glancing around the empty hall. "Yeah?"
"I just... want you to know... that after I tell you this, nothing has to change between us."
"Go on..." Gwaine's tone was questioning.
Percival gulped and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I-I've really liked you for a while now... and-"
"Wait, what? What do you mean?" Gwaine interrupted.
"Well... all the little things about you I've come to know - your stupid sense of humor, the way you seem so carefree, your flirtatious attitude - they make me happy in a way I can't explain. I really like you Gwaine, and I understand if you don't feel the same. I just needed to tell you in case something happens to either if us."
"I never knew you cared..." Gwaine smiled softly up at him. "You're supposed to kiss me now." He added with a wink.
"What?" Percival blushed softly. "I don't-..."
He was cut off by soft lips on his. "I like you too..." Gwaine said when he pulled away, "and all your 'little things'."