ceria (ceria) wrote in king_prewett, @ 2007-08-15 15:43:00 |
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Title: Eavesdropping
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Kingsley overhears something not meant for his ears
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.
A/N: Written for the AWDT prompt, "What do you want me to say?"
This is not part of our ongoing series for G/K - it's just an evil bunny gnawing on my ankle.
Running a hand through his cropped hair, Fabian sighed and dropped into a worn chair in Frank's office at the end of the day. Laughing at his best friend, Frank asked, "What's wrong? The trainees at it again?"
Nodding, Fabian said, "They're a smart group, but they don't understand why I've made them practice basic spells all day. I've already heard two of them complain "It's boring."
"That's nothing new, Fabian, you know as well as I that the trainees complain each year about the same thing. Come this time two days from now when Moody begins training them to new spells, they'll all figure it out for their own benefit. Anyway, it's never bothered you in the past. What's different this time?"
Fabian pushed back in the chair, practically tipping it over to peek out the door. Looking in both directions, he relaxed as he saw there was nothing out there but the box that propped Frank's door open.
"It's not me, it's Gideon," he said.
"Is he sick?"
"No."
"Did he lose his job? Did you two get into another argument?"
"No."
"Fabian, stop making me guess. What's wrong?
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Always," Frank said, laughing at the ridiculous question - there was only one answer to that.
"This is awkward... I'm unable to tell if I'm behaving as I normally do, or pushing them as punishment."
"Punishment?"
Fabian shrugged, "What do you want me to say? I don't like this person, so I can't tell if I'm behaving like I usually do - or not."
"Why punishment?" Frank asked again.
"They broke up, and Gideon is torn apart about it."
"She dropped Gideon Prewett? What's wrong with her?"
"No," Fabian shook his head, "Gideon broke it off; he's in love you see, and you know Gideon - Merlin forbid he might find love. So he ended it."
Frank laughed even harder; "Gideon's in love? And he admitted it?"
Fabian nodded his head, "Yeah, has been for some time."
Someone tripped over the box outside Frank's office and Fabian shut up quickly, cringing at who might have heard that. Jumping to his feet he stuck his head out the door but didn't see anyone. Sighing, he sat back down, amazed at how much it felt like a betrayal of confidence to talk to Frank about Gideon.
"So it must be one of the trainees, or else you wouldn't worry about it. Want me to pop in tomorrow and check on you?"
"I'd appreciate that," Fabian said, leaving Frank's office while he was still chuckling about the concept of Gideon falling in love.
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"No, Gideon broke it off; he's in love you see, and you know Gideon - Merlin forbid he might find love. So he ended it."
"Gideon's in love? And he admitted it?"
"Yeah, has been for some time."
Kingsley hadn't meant to listen to their conversation, but he'd left his rucksack in the trainee's room that morning and needed it before going out with Marlene and the rest of the trainees. Frank's laughter was easily heard down the hall. Then he heard Fabian in there as well and chose to walk quietly by the office; that git was the last person he wanted to see after hours.
However their conversation about Gideon made him pause.
In love with whom? He wanted to know, and barely restrained himself from bursting into the room to demand an answer.
After he stumbled over the box, he jumped to the other side of the office, crouching behind a cubicle wall. He didn't dare let Fabian know that he'd overheard that particular conversation.
Suddenly, Gideon's excuses that seemed so pathetic at the time made sense. And it made more sense the longer Kingsley thought about Gideon's reasoning. He hadn't told Kingsley to leave because he wanted to fuck him for a change; he'd told him to leave because Gideon couldn't tell Kingsley the truth.
Wondering who the bird was - as if it could have been anyone but Meg - Kingsley slowly got angry. Gideon shouldn't be able to get away with that ridiculous line of bullshit.
I bet that if I go there right now, I'll find out for sure who it is.
Marlene was waiting for him at the exit and frowned, "Kingsley?" she asked.
"I have to go, Marlene," Kingsley said, "something came up. I'll catch up with you later."
"But…"
"Later, Marlene."
He didn't use the Floo to go directly to Gideon's. No, that would sound in Gideon's flat and he'd have time to prepare an answer as Kingsley came through it. Instead he used the closest Floo point and ran to Gideon's flat. His anger was brewing, stirring like boiling water as he ran up the steps two at a time, only pausing to bang twice on the door.
Gideon partially opened the door with a confused look on his face and Kingsley pushed it the rest of the way open, forcing his way inside.
Nothing looked different inside. It was still neat, too sparse; the sofa hadn't moved, the fireplace wasn't lit. Kingsley couldn't smell food cooking. He turned around to see Gideon's Quidditch equipment piled in the corner of the floor, but nothing else looked different.
"Come on in, Shacklebolt," Gideon said, closing the door. "Something I can do for you?"
Gideon hadn't turned around after he closed the door, forcing Kingsley to talk to his back. "Yeah, you could have told me the truth two months ago," he said with a sneer, glaring at Gideon.
Amazingly, Gideon paled beneath his tanned skin, whipping his head around to look at him.
"Would it have made a difference?"
"The truth would have been better than that cock and bull story about you wanting to fuck me."
Gideon nodded, "What do you want me to say?"
"Who's the bird?" Kingsley said, striding back across the room, closing in on Gideon's personal space until Gideon stumbled against the door, stuck with nowhere left to hide. Finally he glanced up, finding Kingsley's eyes. He couldn't meet Kingsley's gaze for long, however.
"Bird?" Gideon asked.
"Yeah, the bird you're in love with. Why didn't you just tell me you were in love instead of lying to me?"
Shaking his head, Gideon said, "I didn't lie to you."
"Yes, you did." Kingsley stuck his finger out, pointing at Gideon's face, centimeters away from his nose. "You said I had to leave because you wanted to fuck me and couldn’t deal with the fact that I wouldn't bottom."
"No," Gideon said, closing his eyes, as if hiding from him. "I said I couldn't deal with spending the rest of my life wanting something I couldn't have."
"What's the difference? You fell in love with a bird and you still want me and can't deal with it." Kingsley put his palms against the door, one on either side of Gideon's shoulders.
"There's no bird in the picture, Kingsley."
Gideon was still pale and would only meet his eyes for the quickest of glances before looking away again. If Kingsley had been paying attention, he would have realized that Gideon was trembling. However, he was too furious to notice.
"Then just who did you fall in love with and why did you tell me to leave if it wasn't a bird?"
Gideon opened his eyes; he was tired of dealing with this and feeling sorry for himself. He was tired of wondering and questioning his decision to make Kingsley leave two months ago. There was only one way to deal with it; taking a deep breath he told him the rest of the truth that he'd hidden.
"I fell in love with you, Kingsley."
"That's bullshit," Kingsley said. "You're not in love with me."
Gideon's face finally twisted into something resembling anger, "You think I don't know it's bullshit? You think I like it? Fuck, Shacklebolt, why do you think I told you to leave?"
'So you admit to lying about the top-bottom thing?"
'No, that was the truth; just not the whole truth."
"You're not making sense, Prewett."
"Maybe you should try listening then," Gideon pushed Kingsley's arm out of his way and slid along the wall until he was away from him. Walking across the room he dropped onto the sofa, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers.
"I'm am listening, you git."
"Then what's so hard to understand? I wanted something I couldn't have. A couple somethings I couldn't have. Instead of fretting about it, I told you to leave. When you wouldn't leave, I told you the first thing that I knew would make you leave."
"You told me to leave because you're in love with me?"
"Yes, damnit." Gideon couldn't believe they were still discussing this.
"Why?"
"Because it was my choice. You're not the one who has to deal with this, are you Shacklebolt?"
"You done feeling sorry for yourself, yet?"
"Go fuck off, Kingsley."
Gideon heard him walk across the room and tensed. He'd hoped that telling Kingsley would make himself feel better and able to let it go when Kingsley laughed at him. And then hopefully the Imp would leave for good.
Instead, Kingsley stopped in between his legs and leaned over, bracing himself on the back of the sofa, one hand on each side of Gideon's shoulders. Gideon was tired of getting trapped by him.
"I'd rather fuck you," Kingsley said.
Gideon rolled his eyes, "Why are you still here?"
Kingsley laughed and shrugged his shoulders, leaning closer, "Not sure actually."
He wrapped one hand around Gideon's neck, using his fingers to force Gideon to face him. Refusing to let him go, Kingsley kissed him on the mouth, licking and sucking his lips until Gideon returned the kiss.
"Bastard," Gideon mumbled, right before Kingsley deepened the kiss and lowered himself on the sofa, sitting on Gideon's lap.
"You wouldn't want me any other way," Kingsley said as he deftly began to remove their clothes.
Damning himself a fool, Gideon didn't answer, opting to help Kingsley.