A/N Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while, I'm rewriting Time For Change and it's taking a little longer than I had first thought lolz.
Lancelot sighed for what must have been the hundredth time that night as Gwaine pressed himself against his back, all hard muscle, and Lancelot suppressed a shudder when two large hands ran down his back and stopped to rest on his hips. They had just left the tavern and Gwaine had had a few too many and Lancelot being the most sensible out of the group of knights was left with the responsibility of making sure the drunk knight got home safely.
But there was one problem that nobody had thought to tell him about... Gwaine gets horny when he's drunk. Lancelot pushed the hands off of him and sped up his pace, the sooner he got his drunken friend home the sooner the harassment would end.
They got to Gwaine's home quickly but before Lancelot could shove him through the door he was pinned up against the wall. "Why do you resist me?" Gwaine slurred and the smell of ale wafted over Lancelot's face. "Because you're drunk!" Lancelot replied as he attempted to push the drunken knight away.
"So you would if I were sober?" Gwaine asked surprised "ye- I mean No! That's not the point!" Lancelot tried to reason but the other knight just smiled gleefully.
Gwaine's hand, which was on the wall beside Lancelot's head, began to slowly run down Lancelot's body until it stopped on his thigh. "Gwaine stop" Lancelot warned but he didn't listen and instead moved his hand in-between Lancelot's legs and squeezed gently.
Lancelot let out a very unmanly yelp and punched Gwaine in the face; he heard a very distinctive crack and felt a slight guilt for breaking his friend's nose before he ran and hoped that in the morning Gwaine wouldn't remember anything.