In a matter of seconds Merlin was trapped. Two strong arms had confined him on either side whilst the toned chest of a young man stood solid in front of him. “Let me go!”
“Not until you say the magic word”
“Gwaine, come on! Arthur will be furious if I’m late!
Merlin noticed a small frown form between the knights eyebrows and was sure a small growl escaped from between his lips
“I think Arthur can do without you for a while.”
Gwaine pushed Merlin further up against wall, smiling to himself as Merlin practically stamped his foot
“Merlin!” Gwaine mimicked merlin’s tone, laughing as a light red blush formed along the top of his cheekbones, he wondered how long they could fool around like this, how long they could resist one another.
After Gwaine said that Merlin was the only friend he’s got and that Merlin was the only reason he was helping Arthur in Eye of the Phoenix, I’ve shipped Gwaine/Merlin with the intensity of a million suns.