Camelot Drabble Prompt bingo 512: creator
Merlin Bingo M2115: M5 Percival
Author's notes: The Great British Bake Off is a staple in the UK. Well worth a watch.
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
The kitchen was an absolute mess. Percy, a fuckable mountain of a man, was standing there, covered in flour, and grinning like he had just won the bake off. Not that Gwaine would ever think that Percy was anything less than amazing. Those arms, that mouth, the fact that his… well, equipment was just as massive as the rest of him.
Gwaine's train of thought and the stirrings of his own equipment were cut off when Percival threw up his hands, flour now like fine mist in the air, and said, "I made it. I made it to the Bake Off. Fucking hell, I'm going to Berkshire."
There was something distracting in the way Percy's hips were shaking, his great bulk dancing around the kitchen while he was covered in baking supplies, but Gwaine was always one to appreciate the view, no matter whether Percy was dressed or not.
Finally, Percy shimmied over to Gwaine and gathered him up in his arms, never mind flour all over his torso, and spun him around a couple of times. But then he stopped, suddenly looking worried, gazing down at Gwaine and said, "Do you think I'll be good enough? What if they don't like my cakes?"
Gwaine rubbed his hands over Percy's massive arms. "I love your cakes."
"Gwaine, be serious," Percy growled, his face troubled. He let go, stepping back, staring at Gwaine as if he didn't know what to do. "What if I'm kicked off in the first round? What if my cakes don't rise or they're lop-sided or—?"
Pulling him down for a hard kiss, then standing back and smacking his own stomach which, truth be told, had grown a bit since he'd moved in with Percy, Gwaine said, "You'll be brilliant. Do you think I'd eat just any cake?" Percival opened his mouth to protest, but Gwaine cut him off. "All right, yes, I do like cake but yours is mouth-watering good. I can't work out fast enough to keep up with how tempting your cakes are. You think I would let just anyone mess with this once well-toned body?"
"Gwaine, be serious," Percy said. "Do you think I'm good enough?"
"The producers thought you were, and I know you are," Gwaine said, grinning up at his big bad boy. "Now, I have a few exotic ingredients upstairs just waiting to be used so how about we go get them and try them out?"
"Gwaine, I am not using chili lube in my cakes," Percival said, his face stern.
Gwaine waggled his eyebrows, then nodded towards the stairs. "Who said anything about cakes?"
Percy grinned.
And months later, Gwaine so very proud of him, Percival won with his chili-infused, apple crumble cake. It was very, very moist.