Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Disclaimer: We may like pina coladas and dancing in the rain, but we still don't own the boys or their universe. They belong to JKR and the song belongs to Rupert Holmes. We only play for free in their worlds. A/N: Written for the AWDT prompt: "What did you say that was?"
Sprawled on the floor with a sore arse, Gideon's wand directed at his forehead, Kingsley opened his eyes wide and stuttered, "K…Kingsley, of course. Who else could I be?"
It wasn't the answer he was looking for. "Then what did you do today?"
Gideon knew better than to think Kingsley would capitulate to anything he asked for so easily – especially sex. Unless he was feeling very guilty, which meant that after Kingsley left, he must have done something to feel guilty about. Gideon didn't even want to consider what that may have been.
There was no way Kingsley could tell Gideon he'd gone to the Cock and Bull to meet a bloke – even if it had been a mistake. But he hated his complete inability to lie when asked a personal question. Lying as an Auror came easily to him, but there were a few people who forced the truth from him.
As usual, he decided that an attack was the best defense. "What did I do today? What about what you did last night? You told me you had a mission, but that gitty brother of yours is out of town," he said defiantly.
Gideon lowered his wand and sat on the sofa. So Kingsley had figured that out; he'd realized that Gideon had been lying to him and there was no telling what he thought Gideon had been doing. If the situation were reversed, Gideon would assume Kingsley was cheating on him.
"Tell me what you did and I'll tell you where I was."
Kingsley sat up and retorted, "You first," knowing that he sounded like a child, trying not to add, "You started it."
Gideon ran a hand through his hair and bit his tongue to keep from yelling at him. "I'm not involved with anyone else. That's what you were thinking, isn't it?"
Kingsley nodded uncomfortably, and then shook his head. Yes, he had thought Gideon was cheating on him, but now he knew it had been a mistake. Well, the ad had been a mistake. Gideon could be cheating on him with someone else, but Kingsley doubted it.
His mysterious disappearances and his even more mysterious fatigue were still fishy, though, so he waited, crossing his arms in a sulk.
"Yes? No? So you did but not anymore?" Gideon sighed; Kingsley wasn't making sense – not that he ever did when he was angry. Briefly Gideon thought that things should have been easier to understand since they were both blokes. Instead, things were just as confusing as ever.
Gideon was on the sofa and Kingsley was still sitting on the floor, "Come here, will you?" Whatever he said, it would have to be worded carefully.
Kingsley rose slowly and sat down very close to Gideon, but didn't touch him with his hands. He waited for Gideon to start.
Turning slightly so he was facing Kingsley, Gideon dropped one arm behind the sofa, unconsciously finding Kingsley's neck with his fingers and playing with the collar of his shirt.
"There are some things that need done in this war that can't be done through the Aurors or official means. I volunteered to do them, and I've been hiding most of it behind work with my brother."
He tilted Kingsley's face to make him look at him, "I… I should have told you that a long time ago, but it's not my secret."
Kingsley snapped his head towards Gideon. "Is this why you're gone all the time? Why didn't you tell me it was a secret mission? You know I've been trained not to ask questions about things that don't pertain to me. That wasn't fair, Gideon. I've been going mad, trying to find out why you disappear all the time and why you're so tired."
"Because if I told you I was on a secret mission, it wouldn't be secret. If it was only me, Kingsley, I would have told you a long time ago. But it's not, and I shouldn't jeopardize someone else so you don't worry."
"I would not ask you about the mission. I accept there are things I can't know in this war. Hell, maybe one day I'll have a mission you can't know about. I resent the fact that you let me stew, thinking that you had someone else."
As soon as he blurted those words, he realized he'd spoken too much.
"That's my point, Kingsley, as soon as I get permission, I'm going to tell you. I can't stand the secrets between us, it's too easy to misconstrue them into something that's not true. Like yesterday."
He put one hand on Kingsley's knee while he rubbed the back of his head. "Now, what did you do and why do you think I have someone else?"
Kingsley tried to skirt the real issue and used the attack tactic once more. "Because you have been awfully tired. Hell, you pretty much slept through sex the other night." He hoped the matter would be closed right then, so he stood up. "I'm making coffee. Want some?"
"No, Kingsley. I want to know what you did yesterday. Are you going to tell me or should I just assume you went out and fucked someone to get even with me?"
"ME? Fuck anyone else? You're out of your mind, Prewett." Theoretically, Kingsley hadn't done anything wrong: he'd followed a lead and met Gordon briefly at the Cock and Bull. Hey, he hadn't even caved in for a kiss, had he? But, for some reason, Kingsley didn't want Gideon to know anything about the stupid personal ad. It had been foolish and, besides, he'd have to explain that he really hadn't done anything with Gordon at all.
"So you thought I was cheating on you for some reason – because you already said you thought I had someone else. And you're still guilty as hell, Shacklebolt, I can see it in your face. Here I am, telling you secrets I'm not allowed to tell you, that can get someone killed, and in return, you're fucking with my mind and still playing games. Thanks."
Apparently, it was too much to hope that Kingsley wouldn't pull the same tricks on Gideon that he pulled on his Mum. So much for thinking that Kingsley had learned to trust him, or how to handle an adult relationship.
"Are you going to tell me the whole truth or not? It's a simple yes or no question." Amazing how quickly he went from being worried to being furious.
Kingsley hated to see Gideon angry at him. Although he felt foolish about admitting to what he'd done, he nodded and started speaking rapidly, "Yes. It's no big deal. I went shopping yesterday and while I was waiting in the queue at the cashier, I was reading a newspaper and I saw a personal ad – I was not looking for a personal ad at all, but there was this woman who was hitting on me and I opened the newspaper in the 'men seeking men' section so she would get a hint that I wasn't interested in her at all and-" he stopped to catch some air and continued just as quickly, "then I saw this ad from a G.P. Let me get it, I'll be right back."
Blinking, Gideon tried to process all of what he said. He thought that Kingsley just told him he saw an ad from someone with the initials G.P.? Which had to mean that Kingsley assumed the G.P. was Gideon himself.
What did he say it was? A personal ad? Then Gideon took a deep breath and realized the rest of what Kingsley mumbled, that he had been fending off some woman hitting on him.
Gideon leaned over, forehead cradled in his hands, this was the reason he didn't want any secrets. It led to stupid misunderstandings which led to nothing but hurt. Glancing up, he saw Kingsley scrambling around, looking for something and suddenly, it didn't matter at all.
Bolting off the sofa, he crossed the room in three steps, whirling Kingsley around and put both hands on his face, "It doesn't matter, Imp. It doesn't matter."
Kissing him, Gideon pushed him – them - towards toward the bedroom. No damned mission would come between them. Gideon swore it to himself as they stumbled over each other in his haste, lips kissing and hands undressing each other as they went.
He belonged here, in Kingsley's arms. Reaching their room, Gideon tripped over his jeans as they bunched around his ankles, knocking them over, sprawling them across the bed. As long as Kingsley knew that, Gideon didn't give a damn about the rest.
Now that he knew Gideon was on secret missions, Kingsley's preoccupation shifted from the agony of suspecting Gideon of having an affair to the sheer terror of what these missions could entail and what perils they brought. It had hurt him immensely to think about Gideon being in someone else's arms, but at least Gideon wouldn't be in danger. He knew he would fret immensely from now on, whenever Gideon was away.
But, for now, Gideon was with him, safe in their flat.
* * *
Finally clean after a shower and their workout , Gideon rolled over, curling his body against Kingsley's back and wrapped one arm around him, fingers caressing his bare stomach.
"So, do I have anything to worry about with this other G.P?" Gideon asked, hoping the teasing was evident in his voice. "You're not going to leave me for him, are you?"
"Hell, no! He has your red hair, a blue shirt like yours, the same initials and that's it!" In the aftermath of lovemaking, Kingsley had forgotten about being careful, and only after he said it, he realized he'd just confessed to having met another man.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, that's a little too much detail to have only read an ad!" Gideon pushed him away quickly enough that Kingsley rolled all the way over onto his back and then jumped on Kingsley's chest, pushing their arms above his head and holding Kingsley still by gripping his wrists. He had thought Kingsley was only suspicious and worried. He never once considered that Kingsley would have met some bastard to prove to himself that it wasn't Gideon. Belatedly, Gideon remembered just how thorough Kingsley was, and the little voice in the back of his mind said he shouldn't be surprised.
Glaring at him, Gideon said, "I've carefully reevaluated the situation, Shacklebolt, and I suggest you tell me the whole story, from the beginning. No skirting any of it, clear?"
Apparently Kingsley needed to be reminded that he belonged to Gideon just as much as Gideon belonged to him and that there would be no clandestine meetings allowed with anyone else. For either of them. Straddling Kingsley, still holding his arms immobile, Gideon stared at him, waiting for the explanation.
Squirming under Gideon's glare, Kingsley started again very rapidly, "I saw the ad, and it said, 'Red-haired man, mid-twenties, with exotic talents, currently in a relationship that has lost its fizz, seeks a caring man to bring him back to life. Send response to mail box GP-1520.' I saw the ad and I thought it could be you. You had been away a lot and seemed so tired when you were home that I reckoned you could think our relationship had lost its fizz." He stopped and looked at Gideon expectantly, hoping this would be enough.
Gideon pushed his arms harder into the mattress, frowning, "All of the story, Kingsley. No stopping when you think I'll be appeased, I want to hear every fucking detail. Don't make me ask again."
Gulping, Kingsley continued. "Well, I decided to see if this G.P. bloke was you, so I sent a response to the newspaper – and I signed it S.S. because, if it was you, you would recognize my initials, yeah?" Gideon didn't answer, so he continued, "And then you left home that night and I thought that maybe you were that G.P. and you went out to meet another bloke who had answered the ad. I didn’t want to find out if it was you, but then I had to, so I went to the newspaper and there was a message from this G.P., asking me to meet him at the Cock and Bull! Then I was sure it was you. I had to go there to make sure, so I went and when I saw this bloke, I realized it was not you. He had red hair, was wearing the same blue shirt you have and his name was Gordon Platt." That should suffice, he thought.
Gideon sat there quietly, knowing if he opened his mouth, he'd say something he would regret. Kingsley had met someone at their favorite hangout because he had assumed it was Gideon. He continued to frown, staring at Kingsley, trying to see what else might have happened, but he refused to ask. Not again. Biting his lip to remain silent, he waited.
Kingsley knew he had to bare it all. "When I saw it wasn't you, I told the bloke I had to go home. He tried to make me stay, but I didn't want to have anything to do with him. And…he asked me to kiss him and I told him no and I came here." He waited another second. "This is all, Gideon, I swear. I was a fool, I know. Forgive me?"
He wasn't quite ready to tell Kingsley he forgave him. Not yet. "There's just one thing I need to make clear here, Shacklebolt."
Gideon rolled to Kingsley's side, finally letting go of his arms. "Roll over on your stomach."
"Why?" Kingsley asked, as he slowly rolled over on his stomach.
Gideon kissed him between the shoulder blades, licking the salty skin. Kingsley had been sweating? Was he that nervous by Gideon's reaction? His hand immediately went to the small of Kingsley's back, one finger swirling in random patterns.
His kisses outlined Kingsley's spine, traveling lower until lips met finger, converging on his favorite spot. He spread his hands out, curving them around Kingsley's hips.
"Because there's something I want made clear, Shacklebolt. That's why."
He crawled over Kingsley's legs and pushed them apart, nipping the skin where his arse met the back of his thigh.
Breathing rapidly, Kingsley asked, "What's that?" in a small voice.
Gideon didn't answer; instead he used his open hand to slap Kingsley's arse once, then licked the skin. His anger was fading, even if he was still furious with what Kingsley did. Gideon slapped him lightly again before answering.
"You. Belong. To. Me."
Gideon buried his face between Kingsley's cheeks. With no gentleness whatsoever, Gideon thrust his tongue inside, pushing past the muscles quickly, rubbing skin with the tip of his tongue.
Kingsley would have liked to agree, that he indeed belonged to Gideon, mind, body and soul. But at that moment he was unable to utter a single word, his teeth gnawing on the pillow while Gideon licked deep inside him.
Gideon had expected to fall asleep immediately following sex earlier. He had had what he wanted: Kingsley buried inside him, claiming him. When he wrapped himself around Kingsley and heard those words, that Kingsley had gone to meet someone, Gideon had been furious.
Now, instead of sleeping, he wanted to completely claim him. It was irrational because Kingsley didn't do anything, but Gideon didn't care. His hands on the back of Kingsley's knees and pushed them, getting Kingsley to raise his hips. Pulling his face away, he gently kissed Kingsley's skin, teasing him.
Kingsley pushed himself on his knees, spreading his legs. This was definitely not his favorite thing in sex, but it was obvious that Gideon wanted to fuck him, and throughout their time together, he'd got used to bottoming once in a while.
He felt he deserved it, anyway.
The lube was still lying by the bed from earlier. Squeezing some out of the container, Gideon rubbed it between his fingers then took Kingsley's cock in his slick hand. Being gentle, he teased Kingsley with his tongue, rubbing his cock and balls with one hand while he licked, waiting for some signal from Kingsley that he had relaxed enough to enjoy it a little.
Gideon's hand and tongue did it: Kingsley finally relaxed and, moaning, lifted his hips higher, supporting his body with his hands and knees.
Wrapping fingers around Kingsley's cock, he slid his hand back and forth, rubbing one finger across the tip. As Kingsley pushed back, Gideon sucked on his balls.
Kingsley pushed back and forth, onto Gideon's hand. That and Gideon's mouth on his balls were bringing him close to the edge.
Gideon stopped, slowly letting go of Kingsley. He pushed on his hips, rolling him over to his back. Settling between his legs, Gideon picked up the container of lube again and put a little on his hand. Lowering his head, he took Kingsley deep in his mouth, pushing one slick finger slowly inside him.
No one but Gideon would ever be able to do this to Kingsley, and they both knew it. He wiggled the tip of his finger until he found the spot that made Kingsley buck off the bed, gagging Gideon. But he didn't give up Kingsley's cock, he moved in time to Kingsley's wild motions, humming every time Kingsley yelled.
Continuing to rub inside him, Gideon waited for Kingsley to come, tongue swirling around his cock.
There was no way he could hold on any longer. Bucking once more, Kingsley came in Gideon's mouth, panting and covered with sweat.
Letting go, Gideon moved, hovering over Kingsley a moment before laying on him, chest against chest, and kissed his chin. "Did I make myself clear that I don't want anyone else?"
He moved again, his hard cock pressing against Kingsley's balls. It was uncomfortable, but Gideon would take care of it in a minute. He didn't need to fuck Kingsley to prove anything to himself. Actually, he liked doing what he did here, making Kingsley come undone.
Pulling Gideon's face towards him, Kingsley nodded and kissed him deeply; then he laughed and, making good use of his bigger size, flipped Gideon onto his back. Hovering over him, licking his chin and going down with his tongue, he said, "Make yourself comfortable, Prewett. I'll be busy for a little while, proving to you that I don't want anyone else. And belong only to you."
Oh, this is why I like him, Gideon thought. Sighing softly, he stretched his arms above his head, lacing his fingers together around the poles in the headboard. Giving in to Kingsley's administrations, Gideon relaxed, flinching slightly as fingers or lips tickled him. He loved the attention Kingsley gave his body.
***
Gideon was sleeping in Kingsley's arms, breathing peacefully, exhausted by lovemaking and lulled by Kingsley's hand caressing his back. Kingsley's mind was working furiously. He wondered what kind of mission Gideon had that was so secret.
He knew Gideon couldn't tell him, but he worried. It was obvious that Gideon wasn't partnered with Fabian in those missions. Although Fabian was not one of his favorite people, Kingsley had always felt secure when the brothers were together. They seemed invincible as a duo.
Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes. In this time of war one should not waste time thinking about the future. The present was here to be enjoyed, while one could.