Authors:ceria Rating: R for one line Summary: This post directly follows this piece here. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And obviously we aren’t rich enough to own a Quidditch team
Summer 1977
Muscles finally adapting to the rigors of professional Quidditch for a new season, Gideon had accepted the good-natured slaps on his back from teammates without flinching.
It was the third game of the season, and they'd finally won one. It was a shame that Fabian had to miss it, Gideon was used to his brother's presence throughout the match.
A bit tired, he had settled his broom on his shoulder, weaving through the crowd of fans that were always there, looking for a familiar face. He had found one; it just wasn't quite the face he remembered from Hogwarts.
He'd been looking for Meg actually, to tell her that he'd Apparate to the pub after a long shower. Instead, he had caught the eye of a gorgeous black man that had been watching him. It took a moment, but he remembered Shacklebolt from Hogwarts.
He had decided to make his way over to him to say hello and thanks for coming, when he saw Meg. She had watched him for a moment, but he had waved her away, wanting a moment to say hello without interruption.
Which she did anyway, twice. The second time she had kissed him on the cheek, and Gideon thought if looks could kill…
But the reassurance to his ego was nice, not to mention the fact that Shacklebolt – Kingsley – was lovely to watch.
Gideon shook his head, trying to physically dislodge thoughts of the boy. It was bad enough to flirt in the open with him, but to continue thinking of him now, at the pub?
Meg knew Gideon well enough to earn the right to tease him. Which she did – after handing him a glass of scotch.
"Well, who was he?"
"Who was who?" Gideon tried to fend off questions he didn't want to answer.
"The good-looking bloke that kept you mesmerized longer than anyone has since I've met you."
"I knew him from Hogwarts, he's on the Quidditch team there."
"What's he doing now?"
"I'm not sure," Gideon hedged, pretty sure that Kingsley was beginning his seventh year at Hogwarts, and unwilling to tell Meg that.
"Did you make plans to see him again? Maybe tonight?"
Gideon shook his head, nor would he tell her that Kingsley was too young to be in a pub. Instead, he looked around the crowd, trying to find…
Meg sighed loudly and nodded her head toward the corner.
Ahh, there then. Gideon waited a few moments, meandering among his teammates before approaching the dark booth.
Gideon smiled and asked if he could sit, which of course he could. The man in the booth pushed another scotch toward him and Gideon nodded his thanks.
They'd done this twice before when Gideon wanted nothing more that a quick lay. Once in the loo and another time in the alley.
He wasn't particular about location this night either, he just wanted to be shoved up against the wall and fucked. The fact that this man was very willing helped. They had an odd arrangement, he wasn't always at the pub following a match, and Gideon wasn't always interested when he was there. However, the nights he wanted it, the man was willing.
Tonight he couldn't get away from the team quick enough. Gideon knew he would have to be careful what he yelled out, since it was Kingsley on his mind.