Title: In the Heat of a Bet Fandom:Harry Potter Pairings: Gideon Prewett/Kingsley Shacklebolt and Remus/Sirius – with variations. Rating: NC-17 – nothing but mostly smut here. Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters and universe; publishing rights belong to Bloomsbury, Scholastic, Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. No money is being made, I enjoy a penniless existence and write only for the joy of it. Warning: This is completely AU, set at Hogwarts during Remus and Sirius' seventh-year. I'm pretty sure Gideon and Kingsley were not the same age. And yes, I'm sure they are many more tables in the DADA classroom, but I believe I used enough, thanks.
This is for lee_west, who asked for a foursome months and months ago. *blushes* Sorry it took so long! Many, many thanks to nocturnali (on lj) for hashing out the 'plot' with me and providing the first line.
"Okay then! The Dark Arts room at nine thirty. I know we won't see you and your Slytherin there," Sirius sneered at Kingsley.
"It's a deal," Kingsley retorted, "and my Slytherin will be more willing than your shy Gryffindor."
"Don't mention him and Remus in the same sentence," Sirius snarled, waving his wand.
"Why Black," Gideon said calmly, sauntering up to stand next to Kingsley without touching him, "Are you challenging a Prefect?"
"Sirius?" Remus asked, following Gideon out of their joint class, surprised to find Sirius and Kingsley standing nose to nose in the hall, they had been obviously arguing about something.
Gideon watched Remus casually touch Sirius, then drop his hand away. A touch was all it took for the sneer to leave Sirius' face and for him to relax slightly.
Slightly meant at least he backed off until they were no longer standing nose to nose. Unmoving, Gideon waited until they turned and walked away before turning suspiciously to Kingsley.
"What was that about?" Gideon asked.
"Later," Kingsley said, shaking his head, wondering how he got himself – and Gideon – into this mess.
* * *
"I didn't know you and Shacklebolt had any issues," Remus said, wondering what in the world caused his boyfriend to get so upset.
"He's a git. That Slytherin has him wrapped around his finger and Shacklebolt doesn't see it. Next thing you know he'll join Malfoy's crew."
"Are you jealous of Prewett?"
Sirius stopped in the middle of the hall, gaping at Remus. He, of course, blocked a group of timid first-years, who milled behind him, leery of the angry look on his face.
Remus tugged on his sleeve to pull him to the side of the hallway, How typical, Remus thought, Sirius doesn't even notice.
"Are you off your rocker? What would make you even suggest I'm not happy?"
"Prewett isn't bad for a Slytherin, at least he's not like Lestrange. And he's not friends with Snivellus, which is a good sign."
'You find goodness in everything, Remus, how do you do it?"
"Dark creature here, it's my evil gift."
Sirius laughed at the old joke, "What's on for tonight?" he asked casually.
"Quidditch practice for you and Prongs. Wormtail and I will be studying in the library."
"I'll meet you there, then?
"Sure, I take it I'm not to make plans beyond curfew?"
"Not tonight, I have nefarious plans for you."
"Sounds like fun, Padfoot."
Sirius casually touched his arm to say goodbye, he knew Remus would hex him if he tried to kiss him in public.
* * *
"I'll see you tonight then?" Kingsley said suddenly, not really asking.
"I won't be free 'till after ten," Gideon said, rolling his eyes, he really needed to study.
"I need you before that, it's only half an hour. If you don't want to come…"
"You know I'll be there, Kingsley. Where?"
"Outside the DA room, but wait for me to go in. And leave your bloody pants behind."
If this had anything to do with Kingsley's argument with Black, Gideon would try to get there on time. The sniping between the two was fun to watch, especially since most of it was caused because Kingsley was shagging him. Besides, it always left Kingsley randy; which Gideon appreciated.
* * *
"Why the DA room, Sirius?"
"We haven't been in there yet, I've always wanted to try this."
"You're incorrigible," Remus laughed.
"And you love me for it," Sirius said, pulling Remus to table furthest from the door. When Remus looked at him strangely, Sirius simply shrugged, "It's darker at the back, this way we can fade into the shadows if need be."
Sirius being considerate should have made Remus instantly suspicious, he realized later, it simply wasn't his nature.
Instead, Sirius leaned his back against a sturdy bookcase and pulled Remus into his arms for a gentle kiss. "I still can't believe I'm allowed to do this," Sirius said softly, running trembling fingers through Remus' hair.
Remus loved him this way, tender and hesitant. It wasn't often Sirius surrendered control of his emotions to really show Remus how much he cared. These were the rare times that Remus would willingly take over, become the aggressor and lead Sirius through their dance.
Returning the kiss, Remus grabbed his robes, bunching them up in one fist. Sirius shivered as Remus pulled the robes up and he broke off the kiss, glancing down.
"Well, aren't you prepared?" Remus laughed, seeing nothing but perfect skin. He quickly undid the front of Sirius' robe, revealing everything, but refused to let Sirius remove it.
Smart enough to know the best ways to distract Remus, like making him leave his glasses in their room, or letting Remus lead. He liked sex this way, and Remus wasn't often comfortable enough to do it. That was the reason he chose the DA class for their contest, because it was comfortable for Moony.
He tugged carefully at Remus' robes, Moony didn't like his clothing ripped, and pushed it onto the floor. Remus had comfortable cotton pajamas beneath it, making Sirius smile. Leave it to Remus to refuse to be naked, then choose the outfit he wore the first time they made love. Sirius briefly wondered if Remus did it on purpose, or if he didn't remember what he wore that night. He had been so nervous!
Memories fled as Remus kissed him again.
"Want you," Sirius moaned, right before Remus shoved his tongue inside his mouth.
* * *
The DA room was at the end of a corridor; Gideon knew that Kingsley would be lurking in the shadows outside the door, so he wasn't surprised when the mammoth man grabbed him from behind.
"You're late," Kingsley grumbled.
Gideon didn't struggle as two arms enveloped him, pulling Gideon firmly against his chest. Kingsley was already excited, his not quite hard cock pressed comfortably against Gideon's arse. Wiggling enticingly, Gideon briefly wondered what turned Kingsley on already.
"You're still here," Gideon teased, tilting his head back, waiting. Kingsley didn't disappoint, within seconds he was pulling aside school robes to lick Gideon's collarbone. It had taken them months to get to this point, and Gideon was thrilled Kingsley remembered. He hated breaking in new partners; he really hated giving up creative partners because they didn't have any patience.
Granted, Kingsley had little patience, but over the last four months, they learned a bit of compromise with each other. Gideon's willingness to do whatever Kingsley wanted, once he caught up to Kingsley's rampant hormones, was helpful.
The licking progressed to nibbling, Kingsley's hands dropping to Gideon's hips to move them against his. "You're really excited," was all Gideon said, raising his arms to rub Kingsley's bald head.
"I know what's in there," Kingsley murmured, trying hard to slow down. Their first two trysts had been disastrous, though all the ones in-between then and now were enjoyable enough to come back to. He didn't want this one to end badly, not with the bet he had running in the other room.
Kingsley was always ready for sex, he wanted it instantly, and when he first ran across Gideon in a Muggle bar over the summer he had approached him instantly, curious to see a familiar, if Slytherin, face in the crowd.
Kingsley had thought to have something to hold over Gideon's head once they returned to Hogwarts. He was surprised to find a pureblooded Slytherin in a Muggle gay setting. Yet once Gideon had recognized him, he had smirked, taken Kingsley's hand, and pulled him to a dark corner for some intense snogging.
"I hate Muggles," Gideon had said once they stopped, "If I knew about you, I'd have saved us both a trip."
Kingsley had shrugged; he didn't mind Muggles, especially the aggressive ones. They served their purpose when he wanted to screw a bloke.
Bored with the conversation, Kingsley had pulled Gideon against him to kiss him again, reaching around with intentions of pushing both hands inside Gideon's trousers, wanting to feel bare skin.
Gideon had stopped him instantly, grabbing both wrists to still him.
"Listen to me a minute, Shacklebolt, I'm all for this, I'm even willing to let a Ravenclaw shag me, but you need to understand something first. I've slow reactions, unfortunately you have to turn me on first or I'll end up hating the sex and hexing you.
"A little bit of patience, a few soft touches, and you can fuck me senseless. But until I start winding my legs around your hips, you need to go slow. Once there, I'll do whatever you want. Got it?"
Kingsley had nodded, not really listening. Prewett was exactly what he wanted in a piece of arse; thin, a bit shorter, muscular from playing Chaser, and hot. Gideon was considered a bit of a prude for a Slytherin, Kingsley figured he would help him loosen up a bit.
Needless to say, Kingsley had been hexed that first night at the bar. He had been furious, and when Gideon boldly showed up at the Shacklebolt's home the next day, Kingsley had punched him. That night ended four hours later with another hex and a case of indigo blue balls for Kingsley. And Gideon's father having to report to the Ministry of Magic for his son's underage use of magic.
Three days later Gideon had shown up again at his doorstep, black eye finally fading, and blatantly asked Kingsley on one more date. He had immediately promised that Kingsley could have what he wanted from him, no matter what, and if they didn't enjoy it, Gideon wouldn’t bother him again.
Gideon sighed contentedly, still wrapped in Kingsley's arms. He hadn't expected Kingsley to continue their affair once they returned from holiday, even though Gideon had been willing.
Not only did Kingsley choose to continue it, he didn't keep it a secret. Suddenly Gideon went from Slytherin prude to Ravenclaw shag. It also dropped him right in the middle of the homosexual scene at Hogwarts; something that he didn't know existed before then. Unsure which title he'd rather have, Gideon decided he didn't care each time Kingsley proved himself capable of remembering his rules. They were never gentle with each other once Gideon caught on, only at first did Kingsley temper his hands and teeth.
Like right now, Gideon thought. He was being very careful, and Gideon knew it. He was moving slower than Gideon liked, not pressing his stiff cock too firmly against his arse, not biting very hard. His hands had undone Gideon's robe to find him wearing nothing but shorts and Kingsley growled angrily for a moment before containing it.
"Harder, Kingsley," he grunted, grinding his arse against Kingsley's cock. When that didn't work, Gideon turned around in his arms, frowning. "What's behind that door? This is unlike you to be so careful."
Kingsley shrugged, "I want to be inside you."
"There's more," Gideon said, "tell me."
When he didn't answer, Gideon asked, "What's this to do with Black?"
"Black who?" Kingsley teased.
"I'm not the one with blue balls already, Kingsley. Tell me."
"ImadeabetandIneedyourhelp," he mumbled.
"Sexually?"
Kingsley nodded.
"Well then, come on," Gideon pulled free and backed toward the door. "I'll help you beat that git anytime. You should know that."
Flashing Gideon a toothy smile, Kingsley held a finger up to his lips, "We don't want to startle Lupin."
Lupin and Black were in there? Hell, if Gideon had known that he would have been hard in an instant. For the chance of going head to head - he grinned - against two of the sexiest blokes at Hogwarts? He'd do anything for that treat.
He wondered what Kingsley thought of the two. Lupin was the quiet one, almost as if he tried to not draw attention to himself, while Black was the opposite. Yet, Lupin obviously was the sun to Black's universe. Even Gideon realized that.
Personally, Gideon found Black too brash and obnoxious, yet he knew many people said the same of Kingsley. Sneaking in the door behind Kingsley, he could see them at the far end of the room.
Black was lying on the table, school robes barely on his body, legs propped onto Lupin's shoulders. They could see Lupin's head bobbing up and down while Black writhed on the table.
Kingsley was instantly trembling, so Gideon quietly shut the door, casting a locking charm. Wrapping his arms around Kingsley, he slowly undid the robes. As he figured, Kingsley was naked beneath them.
"You're going to shag me in front of them, aren’t you?" Gideon teased, pulling at a nipple. He loved Kingsley's defined chest, whenever he got excited the left side would quiver. Gideon flicked it again, grinning to himself behind him.
"Hell yes," Kingsley mumbled.
Moaning loudly to cover the noise at the door, Sirius writhed some more on the table. He loved it when Remus got aggressive.
"You've got to stop for a second, Remus," he said, sitting up to kiss him. "It's too early to come."
"Too early?" Remus pushed him away for a moment, looking in his eyes, "Just what is in your head?" he asked.
"An all-nighter, love. I want us to last for hours."
He grinned as Remus trembled. Sirius wrapped his legs around Remus' hips and Remus pushed him down, chewing on him like some kind of toy, driving Sirius crazy.
Now he had to get Remus situated before he saw the other participants. Wiggling his hips to the edge of the table, he whispered, "I need you inside me."
Groaning at those words - Sirius rarely uttered them - Remus let go of his nipple and readjusted his body. With Sirius' legs wrapped around him at the edge of the table, Remus only needed a bit of lube to ease the entrance. Half way inside he heard another moan across the room and froze.
"Moony," Sirius whispered, "You can't leave me like this."
"We're not alone, Padfoot," he hissed.
The faint blush gave Sirius away, "Don't tell me you want to stop now?"
Squinting his eyes, he hated being near-sighted, he could barely see two people near the door. The large black man standing near the far table had to be Shacklebolt. Which meant the redhead leaning against the table was most likely Prewett.
Suddenly the earlier argument clarified in Remus' mind and he turned his attention back to Sirius, glaring at him, "You didn't!"
The blush deepening, Sirius whimpered and pulled Remus closer with his legs. He whispered, "What would you say if I did?"
"Padfoot!"
"I told you tonight would be fun."
Remus sighed, leave it to Sirius to plan something disreputable enough to shock him. As if their relationship hadn't caused him enough trouble in the past. It wasn't like coming out to his family, as embarrassing as Sirius made that, because Shacklebolt already knew the two of them were an item. But public sex?
He should have expected it; Sirius often teased he wanted to try it. Not that Remus minded, in the end their relationship was secure enough to weather most of Sirius' crazy plans. Besides, Sirius had a natural inclination to only plan things for the two of them that Remus wouldn't find outrageous.
"I can't see them," Remus said, blushing at the admission.
"Don't you dare pull out!" Sirius whined as Remus did just that.
Grinning, he said, "We'll just carry this on one table closer, Padfoot. I have to be able to see, you know."
Spinning on the table, Sirius nimbly jumped off the other side and sat on the next table in the room. Remus walked slowly around it and as Sirius sat facing him, Remus pulled him up, turning him around.
"Oh no, Padfoot. For this," Remus said mischievously, "you have to do it my way."
Pulling Sirius' robe off, Remus pushed him stomach first onto the table, into a similar position as Prewett. Remus slapped him loudly once, causing Shacklebolt to look up at them. Remus wondered if he looked as surprised as Sirius did.
Opening the lube, he stuck one finger inside Sirius, and not very gently. Reaching across the table, Sirius grabbed the edges for support.
There was nothing prudish about Kingsley, so Gideon knew he wouldn't put his robe back on; instead he set it on the cold table. Leaning across it, he looked over his shoulder, eyeing Kingsley's naked body, spreading his legs invitingly. When Kingsley pressed his cock against the crease in his arse, rubbing slowly, Gideon frowned. Did Kingsley think he wasn't willing yet? He still hadn't pushed Gideon's robe – or pants – out of the way.
A moment later Gideon heard the unmistakable crack of hand against skin, and looked questioningly at Kingsley. Kingsley looked back down to Gideon and pantomimed what happened, obviously trying to withhold his laughter.
"Can we move closer?" he asked, thrilled when Gideon nodded and grabbed his robe. While it was smart of Gideon to keep his body off the cold table, he realized that keeping Gideon a bit cold would prolong the eventual end.
Watching him saunter around the table, Kingsley wondered why others called Gideon the Slytherin prude. Hell, anyone should be able to tell by watching him walk that he was anything but prudish. Even at the Muggle bar, which Kingsley had convinced him to return to twice more, most men hit on Gideon. He could understand reserved as a description of his… friend. But not prudish.
Turning to face him, Kingsley happily watched Gideon wiggle out of his pants, leaving them on the floor. He left the robe on, which didn't surprise Kingsley, though he hiked it up around his thighs.
"Come here," he demanded, and Kingsley complied immediately. Putting both hands on Gideon's bare thighs, Kingsley began massaging them as he leaned in to kiss Gideon's neck.
He managed to hide his surprise well when Gideon turned into the kiss and met his mouth. Kingsley could count the number of times Gideon willingly kissed him with one hand. With one finger. Past their first introduction at the bar, Gideon made it clear he didn't like to kiss. But then, Kingsley didn't like gentle sex, so if he had to be gentle at first, he often forced Gideon to kiss him.
It was a fair trade in the end; he enjoyed kissing Gideon, and never did it outside of foreplay. This was the first time Gideon willingly kissed him, and Kingsley was happy to accept the nimble tongue inside his mouth.
Gideon wrapped his naked legs around Kingsley, pulling him close to grind their cocks together. His desire obvious, Kingsley trembled again as Gideon popped open a container of lube and spread it across his dick, long fingers working confidently.
"I can't believe you orchestrated this, Padfoot," Remus said, slowly moving inside him.
"Shacklebolt started it," Sirius said, pushing back against him.
"Yes," Remus drawled, "He's notorious for the pranks he pulls."
"Okay, maybe not. But look at who he brought, who knew the Slytherin had a heart."
"Lust doesn't always mean having a heart, Padfoot. But I wonder…"
Sirius whimpered as Remus stopped moving, turning his head he could see Moony squinting at them.
"Why don't we switch, that way you can watch and I can move?" Sirius said petulantly.
"Okay, Remus agreed, grabbing Sirius's robe and slinging it around his body.
"Hey! What are you covering up for?"
Remus nodded toward them as he moved another table closer. Sirius had already known that answer, Remus was very modest around others. He didn't retain many scars from the full moon, but the ones he had were nasty. It had taken Sirius three weeks after they admitted their relationship to each other to make Remus feel comfortable again.
Folding Remus' robe, he set it on the table neatly next to his pajamas. Proud of his boyfriend, Sirius thought nothing was sexier than the naked and grinning man standing in front of him, wrapped in his robe with his dick jutting out.
Remus leaned across the table, unabashedly staring at the other two. Surprised, Sirius simply watched him until Remus pushed back against his cock.
Bunching up the robe, Sirius folded it across the small of Remus' back and reached for the lube. "You were wondering?" he asked while he spread it on himself.
"Look at them, doesn't it look familiar?"
Sirius laughed, "They're shagging, of course it looks familiar."
Laughing softly, Remus shook his head, "That wasn't what I meant. Watch them, they remind me of us, the beginning of this summer."
Now Sirius got it, Shacklebolt and Prewett reminded Remus of them, before they admitted to being in love, when Remus was still angry and punishing Sirius for all the confusion. Before either of them understood that their attraction was more than physical. Back when Sirius only knew he wasn't happy unless he was making Remus happy.
Unwilling to tell his family the truth, Sirius, in his brash way, had told them for Remus in the beginning of summer. Remus had angrily begun a relationship with him that had nothing to do with relationships, and much to do with retribution. Not that Sirius had minded it; sex was what he had wanted from Remus, or at least part of what he had wanted.
"I… I think I see it," Sirius said softly.
"They're too smart for their own good, Padfoot. I don't think they'll ever see it."
"They moved again," Kingsley groaned, barely able to think. He balanced there, Gideon's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, body balanced on his cock. His head thrown back, exposing the muscles in his neck as he panted. Kingsley wanted nothing more than to drop him on the table to kiss it. He loved the fact that Gideon enjoyed being bitten. Once Gideon became excited, everything was acceptable to him.
"You can't walk?" Gideon teased.
"And if I drop you? I don't want my cock ripped off."
Gideon laughed, making his muscles contract and Kingsley groan in pleasure. He squeezed his legs again, making Kingsley sigh. "Put me down and we'll move as well."
"You want me to pull out now?"
"Yes, I do. This isn't about orgasms, Kingsley, this is about winning whatever it was you bet. You win this and I'll give you as many orgasms as you want, any way you want."
Kingsley dropped him hurriedly, wincing a little at the thud, "Do you mean that?"
"Of course I mean that, as long as you let me do what I want."
Kingsley should have realized at that moment what Gideon meant, but he was too aroused to process the thoughts. "Agreed."
Gideon's robes falling to the ground, which unfortunately covered his body again, Kingsley walked around the table with him to the next one.
"Sit down," Gideon said softly
"What?"
"Sit down," he said again, more forcibly.
Gideon pushed Kingsley onto his back; he flinched a little at the cold table, but quickly stilled. Gideon smiled, licking his lips at the naked body under him. Leaning over, he kissed Kingsley's chest, moving south quickly. Kingsley couldn't think of anything else but Gideon's mouth when it finally closed around his cock.
There were six gay students at Hogwarts their seventh-year and Remus knew each of them. Everyone had known of Shacklebolt's – he wasn't included in the number since he wasn't technically gay - preferences in fifth year. Well, everyone but Prewett, it seemed. Hell, no one suspected Prewett of harboring desires for men until one week after seventh year began. Shacklebolt wasted no time in declaring his new partner off limits. Prewett of course, had no say in the matter, not that he seemed to mind. He wasn't loose like most of the students, seemingly preferring to stay with one person.
Shacklebolt wasn't shy about his multiple partners, though they were rare, and quickly getting rarer as the year progressed. Remus noted more than once that it was often Shacklebolt following Prewett around, and not the other way. This year was a first for Sirius as well, Remus reflected. He ignored the random women that mooned over him; he also ignored the blatant advances of the other three gay students. So far this year he had been a perfect boyfriend.
Which brought Remus back to this… bet. Curious as to what had started it, he had a few guesses, ranging from what pair could last the longest to who was the most creative. In the end, the reason for contest no longer mattered. What mattered was here and now. With one table left between them, it wouldn’t be long until they met in the middle. Once again, Sirius proved uncanny in his ability to interpret what Remus liked.
Remus couldn't wait to reach them.
Only Black and Kingsley knew the reason for the bet, not that it mattered anymore. Kingsley was dying on the table beneath him, far enough gone that he would come any moment. Gideon didn't want that.
Pulling his mouth away, he pressed two hands on Kingsley's chest, holding him down. It was a struggle, but once Kingsley calmed enough to look at Gideon, Gideon released him. "One more table," he said, wanting to be the first to approach this time.
Gideon sat on the last table, finally shedding the robe that hid his body. Accepting the fact that it would only be in the way if he got what he really wanted, he could accept being naked in front of Black and Lupin.
And what sane man didn't want those two naked? He lay on his back and propped his calves on Kingsley's shoulders. "You did say you would fuck me in front of them," he reminded Kingsley. Kingsley's expression changed from shock to lust as the words sank in. Grabbing Gideon's knees, he pulled him closer.
Gideon tossed the container of lube at Kingsley, motioning him to hurry. The moment that Kingsley, the damn horse, slid inside Gideon felt the table shift. He closed his eyes, concentrating. Between the wonderful pounding he was receiving from Kingsley – damn he was rough this time – and the knowledge that either Lupin or Black lay next to him, Gideon was afraid he would come if he looked.
Without opening his eyes, he reached up to squeeze the closest part of Kingsley, probably his forearm. "If you come before I tell you to, I'll cut you off for a month."
"Why bother? You want it as much as I do," Kingsley laughed.
"Because what I want is here and now, not later. And yes, before you threaten, I know you'll go elsewhere. Go ahead. In the end you will come back to me, and that's when the month will begin."
Black's condescending laughter filled the room as Gideon finally opened his eyes. Lupin was an arm's length away from him, lying on his back unashamedly watching them. "Shut him up, Lupin."
"Gladly." Grabbing Sirius' head, he shoved it downward, grinning at Gideon.
Gideon raised his hand, telling Kingsley to stop.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed.
"Exactly," Gideon said, pulling away nimbly and rolling onto his hands and knees. He was practically on top of Remus who craned his head around to look at Gideon's cock, hanging inches from his forehead.
"Not yet," Gideon muttered.
Frowning, Kingsley stepped closer, watching the interaction between them. Gideon didn't look at him yet, knowing that control was quickly slipping away, not that seeing Black suck on Lupin was helping. However, he could watch that easier than he could watch Kingsley tremble.
Rolling off the table to the far side, he walked back around, stopping behind Kingsley.
"Lean over."
Sirius glanced up in time to see Shacklebolt actually blanch at Prewett's words. Everyone at Hogwarts knew that Shacklebolt didn't bottom. Period.
"What the fuck?" he exclaimed again, only to fall silent at Prewett's stare. Hell, Malfoy would fall silent with that glare. Sirius realized that Prewett must have had time over the summer to perfect that look for Shacklebolt.
Since he was still touching Remus, he could feel Moony's silent laughter at the exchange. Oh yes, his boyfriend was correct indeed. There was no doubt they were falling in love when that exchange didn't end with a hex.
Prewett leaned up to whisper something in Shacklebolt's ear that made the Ravenclaw go still for a moment. He was clearly thinking about whatever Prewett said. Finally, he nodded, the tenseness fading away and Prewett smiled brilliantly. It was a beautiful smile specifically for Shacklebolt, and the tall, black man caressed Prewett's face softly for a moment. Watching Prewett step into his arms to kiss him full on the mouth made Sirius stare stupidly at them for a moment.
Tapping on Remus' leg to get his attention, Sirius exchanged a glance with him. His lover was apparently as dumbstruck as he was. Well, they wouldn't question what the pair saw in each other any more.
Kingsley wasn't often dumbstruck. He actually thought it was a stupid phrase until Gideon whispered what he did in his ear. Those words were what he needed to agree to the crazy idea.
He leaned over the table, daring Black or Lupin with mutinous eyes to say anything. Instead, he saw Black pull Lupin from the table, kiss him gently, and lean over it himself. When Black looked up at Kingsley's startled expression he shrugged, whispering, "It was our idea, mate."
Slowly the distance between the four of them dwindled to nothing, as Black and Kingsley spread across the table, their partners behind them.
Remus leaned over Sirius' back, curious to touch Kingsley's bald head. His skin looked so smooth. He briefly met Prewett's eyes as he caressed it, who watched him with longing.
"Sirius," he said, loud enough for all of them to hear, "Isn't it time we got rid of this table?"
Gideon wanted to shout no, that he wanted more time, but he didn't. Instead, he hunched over Kingsley's back, pushing deep inside twice before slowly pulling out. He couldn't believe the tight heat there, or how much he loved grinding his cock into the arse beneath him. Savoring it for another moment, he lay across Kingsley's back, wondering if he would ever be lucky enough to repeat the experience.
Gently kissing him, he mumbled "thank you" before stepping away and walking around the table. He figured that Kingsley would need a moment alone to adjust.
The awkwardness of four naked bodies, the constant moving between tables had prolonged the event much longer than Sirius expected. He thought that the four of them wouldn’t approach each other at all. He hadn't counted on his boyfriend's acceptance of the idea and willingness to play.
And play he did. While Sirius waited for Shacklebolt to step away from the table Prewett and Remus wasted no time. They were in each other's arms, grinding hips together. Remus had his head thrown back and Prewett was nibbling on his collarbone, daring enough to suck the skin and leave a mark. At the last moment, he turned his head toward Sirius, watching him as he drew the blood up to the skin.
Transfiguration of the table forgotten, Sirius simply stood there, mouth gaping, watching the two. He couldn't believe how sexy an image they made, the two quiet, shy men locked in a naked embrace, silent except for the familiar sound of skin brushing against skin as they pushed their cocks against the other.
Refusing to wait another moment, Kingsley found his own wand and Transfigured the table into a large mattress. Grabbing Black's arm, they tumbled into a pile of contrasting limbs on the mattress. Sure that Black had no issues with kissing, Kingsley roughly plundered his mouth while finding a comfortable position to fuck the other man senseless.
Sirius spread his legs, as Remus clamored over them, settling behind Shacklebolt to rub some lube on his dick. Apparently, he stayed there since Kingsley's eyes rolled back and he groaned.
"Oh yeah," Shacklebolt mumbled. Sirius assumed that Remus was playing with his balls as Kingsley pushed inside him. There was no way that Remus would dare touch Kingsley's arse. Groaning at the large intrusion, Sirius suddenly felt sympathy - envy? - for Prewett.
"Fuck me!" Black exclaimed, making Gideon laugh. He looked like a man in need of a rough tumbling, which Kingsley would gladly do. Besides, after letting Gideon do what he did, Kingsley needed the reassurance of being inside someone else.
Lupin sat on his buttocks, legs crossed, closely watching Kingsley slide in and out of Black. It wasn't a position Gideon would want to sit in, but he could see the attraction of it. He knew that if he approached Kingsley's arse too soon, he'd beg to push back inside it.
Choosing to watch sitting next to Sirius' shoulder, he enjoyed both men's expressions, one uncomfortable as he adjusted to the size, the other joyful, loving the rough tumble.
Remus smiled, loving the sight of Shacklebolt's large dick driving into Sirius' arse. It was amazing to watch. He found it funny that both him and Prewett simply stopped and waited while their lovers fucked each other. It wasn't a surprise, really, they both responded best to them and no other.
"Okay, Shacklebolt, enough," Sirius cried out. "They're just watching and that's not fair."
Sirius could tell that Shacklebolt wanted nothing more than to come, but Sirius wasn't ready for that yet. Obviously Prewett wasn't either as he leaned it to touch Shacklebolt's shoulder.
"My turn," he said softly, pulling him away and reaching for Sirius' dick.
"Hell yeah," Sirius exclaimed, scrambling to his feet. "On all fours, Prewett."
Remus tackled Shacklebolt with his wand and cast Scourgify on his cock before pushing him onto his back. Settling between his legs and encasing it in his mouth was easy, but concentrating on the act while Prewett leaned over Shacklebolt's face and kissed him, spreading his legs for Sirius to climb onto his back, was not.
Remus moaned, intimately knowing the enjoyment that Sirius caused Prewett as he slid inside him. They were all very close to coming, and personally, Remus didn't want to finish without Sirius being inside him. Their fun was almost at an end.
Gideon pinched Kingsley hard, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, fucking it in rhythm with Remus' movements. He pulled away, smiling as Kingsley grunted in complaint. "I'm almost done, Kingsley," he said. "I need you with me."
He glanced down, engrossed with watching Lupin service Kingsley. He liked being there, watching from above, kissing him, knowing how much joy him and Lupin brought him.
Sirius moaned. He knew he was almost done and wanted to be buried balls deep in Remus when he came. But this felt so good, he liked being wrapped around Prewett, scars replaced with freckles. He reached around Prewett's body to pull at his cock.
Beneath him, Prewett shuddered and Sirius let go. He didn't want to make him come, he just wanted to feel it for a moment.
"Enough," Kingsley called out. He needed Gideon on him and he pulled him close, sliding Gideon's body down his, wanting Gideon's mouth on his cock. He opened his mouth and pulled Gideon deep inside, humming while he reached around Gideon's leg to bury two fingers deep inside him.
He didn't exactly enjoy the feeling as Gideon did the same, but he had promised to let him inside, to let him touch him. Therefore, the intensity of his orgasm surprised him. He felt Gideon shudder in his arms a moment before he came, moaning loudly, his mouth still wrapped around his pulsating cock.
Letting him go, Kingsley helped a trembling Gideon turn around, and held him loosely as he collapsed on his chest.
Remus scrambled away from Shacklebolt's torso and legs as Prewett slithered down Shacklebolt's body. Whirling around he took the position Prewett last had and grinned as Sirius pushed inside him hard. Bending his body around Remus, a gasping Sirius whispered, "Come for me, love."
Remus did just that, covering Sirius' hand with semen, and collapsed a moment later with Sirius sprawled across his back. They lay still, breathing heavily, content beyond words.
Gideon was the first to move, rolling out of Kingsley's arms to sit up and stretch. Surprised when Kingsley reached up to gently touch his back, he swung one arm around to rest it on his chest, outlining Kingsley's muscles with his fingers.
Lupin and Black were asleep, one on top the other, in a messy sprawl that reminded him of littermates.
"Do we wake them?" Kingsley asked.
Gideon shook his head, "No, if they get caught it's not our fault."
"It is late," Kingsley agreed.
Gathering their clothes and wands, Gideon watched them for a moment, smiling.
"What is it?"
He shook his head, unwilling to explain. How could he tell Kingsley he was envious of the obvious trust and friendship between Lupin and Black? Or admit he was jealous of the love they shared? He couldn't say those things and expect Kingsley to stay.
"I still don't know what the bet was about," he said, changing the subject.
"Does it matter?"
"No, not really. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah."
"Well then, that's all that matters."
Forcing a bland smile to his face, they walked out of the DA room, side by side, still not touching each other. No, Gideon thought, our relationship will never be like theirs.
Knowing the truth didn't ease the emptiness.
Kingsley paused outside the class, holding the door open for Gideon then shutting it quietly. He cast another spell on it, hopefully it would wake them in time should anyone try to enter the room.
He turned to face Gideon and tried to decipher the odd expression on his face.
"Thanks for asking me," Gideon said, his eyes sliding past Kingsley's shoulder, as if he didn't want to meet his gaze.
Knowing they should part and return to their dorms, Kingsley stood there for another moment, watching him. It had been like this lately, the more time he spent around Gideon, the more he wanted to stay by the man's side.
It wasn't an awkward feeling, but it was unfamiliar. Anytime Kingsley invented an excuse to stay, Gideon readily accepted it and stayed. But this night was worse than the others, and Kingsley wished he had a reason to make him stay by his side for a bit longer.
"I'm the Prefect, I'll walk you back to the dungeon."