Authors:lee_west Rating: R 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
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When Kingsley arrived at the tavern, he saw a few members of the Arrows already there. He rolled his eyes – this was the reason Gideon had dismissed him so quickly. He’d be meeting that woman at the tavern.
He was very confused: the woman, Meg, had looked at Gideon as if she were interested in him. Gideon hadn’t denied the fact when Kingsley told him that. So he obviously knew it and liked her, too. Which meant that he liked girls.
But Kingsley had noticed that Gideon had also flirted with him. He could feel that Gideon had been interested. Yet, he’d made no move and had dismissed him quickly, trading him for Meg!
The bartender gave him a handful of Floo in exchange for a few Sickles and he approached the fireplace quickly. He wanted to be out of that tavern before the rest of the team arrived. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was too young to Apparate.
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Kingsley tumbled off the fireplace into his grandfather’s living-room. He was hoping that the old man wouldn’t be home. He loved his grandpa, but he was both horny and upset; he wanted to take care of number one quickly, hoping that number two would disappear in the process.
He was planning to run to the gardener’s house and check whether Anna or Jack was at home. Normally he’d prefer the sister – he liked girls better – but today the brother would be a better choice. He needed to fuck a bloke today.
Walking quickly to the window, he had his first unpleasant surprise – it was raining copiously, which made a dash through the yard a very nasty affair.
A little rain, however, was no problem for a young man in Kingsley’s state. He rushed to the door, opened it quickly and started. On the other side, hand on the knob, was Southwood Shacklebolt.
“Grandpa!”
“Kingsley! What’re you doing here?”
Hoping that his sharper, former Auror grandpa wouldn’t see through the lie, Kingsley replied quickly, “Came to see you.”
“I thought you were at a Quidditch match.”
“It just ended. The Arrows won. It was brilliant, Grandpa. They have this awesome Chaser, Gideon Prewett. He was amazing.”
Kingsley tried to walk past his grandfather, but height and strength were Shacklebolt trademarks. Southwood blocked the way very effectively.
“Where’re you going? I want to know all about the match. The Arrows also have a good Beater. Sanders. Knew his father. Come on, let’s sit down and have tea.”
Shacklebolt men were also avid Quidditch fans. Kingsley looked outside wistfully. The rain was still falling in sheets. He could sprint to the gardener’s house and would still be wet. Not that this would be a problem; he was sure that Jack would like to see him like that.
“I’ll just do a dash outside, Grandpa. I’ve been sitting on the bleachers for too long and want to exercise a little.”
Southwood squinted at Kingsley. “Son, it’s pouring outside. You can’t do dashes in this kind of weather.”
“I won’t be long, Grandpa,” Kingsley answered weakly, thinking that it wouldn’t take long at all. It would be a pretty quick shag, actually.
But Southwood grabbed his arm and led him back into the living-room. “No, you won’t. You, young people, have absolutely no common sense. Running in the rain! Let’s sit down and have some tea. If the rain stops later, then you’ll do your exercises.”
Looking like a condemned man going to the gallows, Kingsley followed his grandfather and sat down heavily.
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It was a hard tea-time for Kingsley. It’d probably have been easier if he could forget Gideon, but, since the conversation revolved around Quidditch, the red-haired Chaser kept scoring in Kingsley’s mind. He went home right after tea, promising his grandfather that he’d come back after the next game.
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That night, alone in his room, he wanked to the mental image of broad shoulders and red hair blown by the wind.