Disclaimer - I own nothing except my vivid imagination.

Pairing - Gawain/Galahad

AN: There's so many pairings to choose from, so why'd I pick this one? Yeah, it's odd, but to me, they're adorable together. It's short, so enjoy.

Perspicacious

Rain fell softly to the ground, attempting to lull Galahad to sleep, but failing miserably. It had been drizzling like this, off and on, all day. But that didn't bother him as much as other things. The young knight glanced at the still figures around him. They all seemed to be sleeping just fine. His eyes rested upon the man next to him.

Gawain was leaning against a tree, arms folded, head lowered, and fast asleep Galahad looked away, he was going to have to stop this habit of staring at him. And he was going to have to stop thinking about him as well. He was definitely going to have to stop thinking about the way he walked, and the way he laughed, and all the little things that made it near impossible for him not to stare.

Last night was bad enough, without having to worry about his next mistake. He had been stealing glances during dinner at the older knight, when Tristan caught him. But Tristan just smiled amusedly and went back to eating.

It's rather difficult to stop looking at something when you have decided not to. It's like your body purposefully goes against your mind. Galahad popped his neck and set about studying the glowing embers from the fire. He made it six seconds before looking back at Gawain.

"What is it?", he whispered, nearly making Galahad jump.

"What?"

Gawain raised his head, "Is something wrong?"

"No."

"You're a terrible liar."

Galahad suddenly noticed how close he was to the older man. How his blonde hair spilled over his shoulders, and how his blue eyes were still waiting for a reply.

"I...", he fumbled for an excuse, but Gawain's lips found his before he could come up with one.

Galahad returned the kiss, bringing his hands up to bury them in Gawain's hair. Galahad parted his lips, allowing Gawain to slip his tongue in. The younger knight momentarily fought for dominance, before letting him take control. The two pulled away, winded, from the exchange.

"How'd you know?", Galahad's fingers were still entwined with Gawain's hair.

"Besides the constant ogling?"

"I wasn't ogling!"

"Sure you weren't. I wondered why I felt like I was being watched.", Gawain smirked while Galahad looked embarrassed.

Gawain covered his lips with his own before he could respond. He pulled off his shirt and helped Galahad remove his. Galahad ran his fingers up his spine, and across every scar on Gawain's back. He let out a small moan as Gawain struggled with his belt. The rain had stopped, and they separated briefly to move further away from camp.

The knights left camp the next morning, rested up but curious as to why Galahad was having so much trouble riding his horse.

End