Gwaine growled at his reflection in the rear-view mirror on the drive home. “Why, Gwaine? Whhhyyyy?” Why had Gwaine lost his nerve at the last moment and put off their second date until tomorrow night? He should have just said, “Hey, come on over a little later. We’ll crack open a couple of beers, watch a movie, and play with the puppy.” But nope, nope, nope, Gwaine had wimped out. Like Percival, Gwaine was new to the dating scene with men, but Percival seemed extra shy and vulnerable, which made him all the more endearing and just damn adorable. No, forget adorable, Percival was the sexiest thing Gwaine had ever seen, and the guy clearly had no idea he looked like a model. Seriously, what mortal man was that tall and muscular? And those steel-gray eyes and square jaw with a hint of five o’clock shadow? Gwaine shivered at the idea of kissing him. Of course, he’d messed that up, too. He should have made a move, damn it! …show more content…
It was better to wait. Gwaine didn’t want Percival to think he was trying to lure him into bed. Sure, sleeping with Percival would be fantastic, and Gwaine grew hard at the mere thought of it. But Percival was worth more than a quick romp; Gwaine had felt drawn to Percival from the second he laid eyes on him, and not just because of the man’s looks. Percival gave off an air of kindness and modesty, all wrapped up in one smart, sexy package. How were men not crawling all over