Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: PG-13 Pairing: implied Kingsley/Gideon Summary: Two men flirt with ice cream Disclaimer: We don't own the boys at all, if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we aren't rich enough to own an Ice Cream Parlor. Warning: Gratuitious abuse of flatware. Is this still chan if they don't touch each other?
Kingsley finished getting dressed, looked at the mirror and received an appreciative whistle in return. He laughed, saying, “I take it you approve?” and turned around, looking over his shoulder to admire his own arse, tightly covered by fashionable jeans. The mirror whistled louder.
He knew he looked good and mentally thanked his favorite cousin. Santini knew all about fashion, due to his having a Muggle-born mother and to being Italian too! He was the one who had sent Kingsley the tight jeans with flared bottoms and the cool T-shirt with a Muggle band on it.
His normal self-assurance boosted by the knowledge that he looked hot, he grabbed an old cloak and approached the fireplace. He hated traveling by Floo and was dying to be of age and take his Apparition license. Not only was Floo travel for children, but one also got all sooty; hence the cloak, which he fastened carefully, covering his nice clothes completely.
Tom, the bartender at the Leaky Cauldron, was a nice chap and would keep the Cloak for him until he had to Floo back home. He had negotiated a later curfew that evening; he was meeting Marlene McKinnon in Diagon Alley for ice-cream and then for a tour of Muggle London. He wanted to go to the movies and snog her silly and hopefully be invited back to her house. That was almost a given, as she had coyly told him that her parents wouldn’t be home until late that night.
He walked towards the Floo, having decided to wear the same outfit for the next Arrows game. His grandpa had purchased the ticket for him and he was free to wear anything he wanted. Unlike the last time, when he had to be dressed in robes to sit in the Auror section, as required by the ticket his father had given him.
Kingsley didn’t like robes; they covered everything. He liked to show off his muscular body and loved to check out other people’s, too. He often thought that Muggles had the right idea.
But he remembered that Gideon Prewett looked awfully hot in his Quidditch robes. He also remembered that robes had saved him from the utter embarrassment of an erection at the last game. For a fleeting moment he considered the point, but then decided that he had to see where Gideon stood. If Gideon was interested in him, the red-haired man would hopefully be in the same predicament when he saw Kingsley’s arse in tight bellbottom jeans.
And this was something Kingsley really wanted to see.
Whistling a happy tune, he stepped into the fireplace.
***
Gideon Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. He was grinning; Fabian had just returned from a two-week assignment, and Gideon was looking forward to seeing his brother. He weaved through the tables, wanting to reach the entrance to Diagon Alley quickly. He waved aside a warm hello from the waitress, promising himself to stop later and say something to her.
He bowed briefly to the man at the bar who yelled, "Good game, Prewett," then hurriedly escaped before having to talk about it.
"Hello, brother," he said cheerfully once he reached Fabian's side in the apothecary. It took seconds for Gideon to realize that Fabian was refilling the med kit he carried.
"Before you start," Fabian drawled, "I'm fine. It was my partner. Moreover, I know I can get this refilled at the Ministry, but then Robards would have to report his injury."
"What happened?"
Fabian finally turned around, grinning, "I'm not allowed to say."
"In other words, he did something stupid."
"Something like that, yes. But come on, tell me about the game."
"Sanders did well, Meg didn't catch the Snitch until late in the game when the score was close enough that we almost lost, but she didn't let their Seeker get it either. I scored a fair amount. We won fairly, but I'm sure you heard that on the WWN."
"Boring, then."
Gideon's obstinate brain flashed an image of Shacklebolt, but he chose to ignore it. "I guess you could say that."
"How is darling Meg?"
"Fine, Fabian," Gideon said.
Fabian laughed, "Same as always, then."
"Does much ever change?" Gideon asked and then continued, indicating the supplies, "Are you done here?"
"Let me pay, then I assume you want to check out Quality Quidditch."
Gideon smiled, but didn't answer. It wasn't a surprise to his brother; they both knew it already.
"Then, afterwards," Fabian said with a grin, "You have to go with me to Florean's."
Gideon stopped so quick the closing door slammed into his back, tripping him.
"You want ice cream?"
"You make that sound as if I need your help to capture a rogue giant."
Gideon laughed, shaking his head at his brother, "I've done that before. Not again, brother."
Going to Quality Quidditch in the midst of summer, Gideon realized, was a mistake. Many intrepid students had dragged their parents out, hoping for an investment into new brooms for Hogwarts.
He'd already heard three students give the variant of, "But mum, I know I'll make the house team if…"
Then, of course, he heard something worse than that, in a loud, screeching voice that reminded him of a belligerent owl; "Why, if it isn't Gideon Prewett! How are the Arrows doing so far this season?"
Turning quickly, he realized that his sneaky brother had already faded into the shadowed corners of the store, leaving Gideon alone with the salesclerk and surrounded by Quidditch enthusiasts.
Thirty minutes later he managed to sneak out the door without endorsing the most expensive broom they carried. Gideon considered himself very fortunate as he ran fingers through rumpled hair. Fabian fell in line with him as they walked toward Florean's.
"You're a smart man, Fabian."
"I know, little brother. I know."
***
Kingsley tumbled out of the fireplace, cursing that abominable means of transportation. He carefully removed his cloak and brushed any imaginary soot off his body. Then he approached the counter, flashed Tom a white smile, gave him the cloak and chatted for a few minutes, before walking through the hole in the brick wall.
He looked at his watch. He was a little early - actually, knowing Marlene, he was very early. He decided to browse at Quality Quidditch Supplies, but, when he arrived at the door, he saw that the place was mobbed. Annoyed, he went to Flourish and Blotts instead, where he spent a quarter of an hour leafing through books and making a note of some he'd buy later.
Finally he made his way to Fortescue's, where he found a table for two at a corner; he hoped he'd not be left waiting for long, and was happily surprised to see Marlene approaching almost immediately, clad in the sexiest mini skirt he'd ever seen. Marlene's legs were ace.
"Just for surviving that, ice cream is my treat. Find us a seat, Gideon."
It wasn't extremely busy yet, so Gideon took a table toward the far side near the corner. Even off-duty Fabian remained an Auror, and couldn't sit somewhere in public unless he faced a door with his back close to a wall. Gideon remembered the booths in the corner from his younger days; they were, by tacit agreement, reserved for couples. He took the seat facing the corner hoping that he wouldn’t be stuck watching a snogging couple the whole time they were there. Some bloke was sitting in the corner alone, facing out the window. Gideon hunched over the table and busied himself with organizing the supplies Fabian had bought.
"Let's see," Fabian said, setting two containers onto the table, "strawberry and peanut butter for you, and chocolate raspberry for me."
Gideon looked up at his brother, grinning, "Do you remember the last time we were here?"
Fabian nodded, "With those twins from the Ministry of Magic about a year ago? Denise was hanging all over me and Desiree thought you were too young for her."
"Yeah, that's right. All I could do was sit here and brag that I had made a professional team, and you couldn't talk about your work at all. Didn't one of them work for a Muggle company?"
Fabian shook his head, "No, Denise wanted to, but her parents wouldn't let her associate with Muggles."
"Do you remember…"
"The chocolate sundae she spilled…"
"And expected Florean to pay for?"
Fabian sat down hard, laughing loudly at his brother. Gideon dropped his face into his palms, surreptitiously wiping away tears as he looked up, into the corner of the parlor.
Kingsley stood up to greet Marlene with a kiss on her cheek; she laughed and lifted her arms, putting her hands around his neck and kissing him full on the mouth.
With the movement, her short skirt rose higher, leaving very little for the imagination of the people around them.
The first thing Gideon saw was a black man embracing a young woman, whose skirt exposed more skin than he thought possible. He took a second to admire the toned legs before he heard a snort from his brother.
Gideon turned back toward Fabian, who was shaking his head.
"Don't they make you feel old?" Gideon asked.
"No so much old as traditional. Could you imagine Mollykins wearing something like that in public at her age?"
Gideon was horrified, "Mum would have AK'd her on the spot."
Fabian tilted his head to look again and then jerked his head sideways in recognition, which surprised Gideon; how would his brother know the couple?
Fabian turned back, mumbling under his breath, "Nice catch, Kingsley."
That got Gideon's attention and he practically broke his neck tilting sideways fast to look around the girl and see that the bloke was indeed Shacklebolt.
Marlene was a hell of a kisser, too, and Kingsley had completely forgotten where they were. He pulled her a little closer and then his brain registered the noise of voices. Begrudgingly he separated their mouths slightly and whispered, "Later. We're in public, remember?"
She threw her head back and laughed raucously. Those were the things he admired about Marlene - she wasn't a girly girl. She laughed hard, drank a lot, had a mouth as dirty as his and shagged like a bunny in heat. She could also pack a mean punch and liked Quidditch as much as he did. Except for her bits, Marlene was one of the blokes. And her bits were just fine.
He wanted to go to phase two of the date soon and snog her silly in the Muggle movie theater, but they still had some time to kill before then. He told her to sit down and said he'd get the ice creams. When he asked her what she fancied, she licked her lips and asked for a chocolate sundae with plenty of whipped cream and a cherry on top.
Kingsley cock twitched a little with the hidden message and he turned around to go to the order counter. That’s when he saw the occupants of the table next to theirs.
His eyes moved from one brother to the other; in his surprise, he only managed to stutter, "Gideon?" and then, to Fabian, "Mr. Prewett?"
Gideon thought Fabian couldn't be any more surprised. 'Gideon?' Fabian mouthed, but Gideon signaled 'later' with his fingers, hoping his brother would catch it. They'd learned an abbreviated form of sign language in their youth to talk to each other, while in trouble with their parents. Gideon didn't expect to use it here.
Naturally, Fabian ignored the signal, obviously interested in Gideon's odd reaction.
Gideon nodded in greeting at Kingsley, too surprised by the half-dressed girl that had been hanging from his biceps a moment ago to speak. Then he realized that Fabian was still waiting for a response. "He's on the Ravenclaw team, I played him my last year at Hogwarts. And I saw him again at my game this weekend."
"Oh good, then he can tell me how you actually played." Fabian stood and shook Kingsley’s hand. "My brother only told me he scored a fair amount. Nice to see you again, Kingsley, how's your dad?"
Kingsley grinned, showing his white teeth, and shook Fabian's hand firmly. "He's fine, sir. Working hard. But you all are, right?" Then he remembered something else. He turned around and pointed at Marlene. "This is Marlene McKinnon. She's also a Ravenclaw."
Marlene waved in greeting, but didn't stand up. She looked at the three men and shifted her eyes to stare pointedly at Kingsley's arse. She liked Quidditch a lot, but obviously not enough to have her date interrupted by it.
Kingsley got the message. "I'll..." he made a vague movement in the direction of the counter. He would have loved to stay and talk to the two men. He had met Fabian at Auror Headquarters and thought he was a cool bloke. And Gideon...well, Gideon was Gideon.
But Gideon had that woman!
He excused himself and walked towards the counter, unwittingly giving Gideon a full view of his arse.
Gideon was feeling uncomfortable watching Kingsley walk away. He was never at ease watching men in front of anyone else. Though, this time, it didn't deter him for long, and Fabian just shook his head as Gideon looked away.
"Gideon, huh?"
He shrugged, then went back to his sundae, conversation lulling in response to melting ice cream. Besides, in the silence, he could think about the fine view of Kingsley walking away.
Kingsley came back, bearing a tray with two huge sundaes. He caught Gideon's eyes as he was passing by their table and gave him a small smile.
As he was leaning to place Marlene's sundae in front of her, she whispered in his ear, "You look great in these jeans, Shacklebolt, but I'm dying to see you out of them."
He laughed and sat down, then dipped his spoon into the sundae and brought it to his mouth. He looked up at that moment and thought that maybe Gideon was watching him out of the corner of his eyes. Well, if he was, Kingsley would put on a little show for him.
He held the spoon close to his mouth, stuck his tongue out and gave the ice cream a sensuous lick. He closed his eyes, saying "Hmmm..." and swirled the ice cream in his mouth. Then he stuck his tongue out again and licked the ice cream, but this time he brought the whole spoon into his mouth, then pulled it out slowly.
He thought briefly that it was nice to date a girl like Marlene. She was devoting her attention to her own sundae, and wasn't paying attention to him.
He hoped that Gideon was.
Gideon glanced up once, and almost dropped his flatware. If he'd had any doubts the last time they met, he didn't now.
The girl - Mackenzie? - wasn't paying any attention to Kingsley – she just kept eating her sundae. Which meant the imp was doing it on purpose. He wondered briefly where the shy boy from the weekend had gone.
He smiled in appreciation, slanting a quick look at him again before turning back to Fabian. His brother wasn't stupid, but he also wouldn't make a scene. There would be some explaining to do if he wasn't careful.
He dropped one hand over the side of the table; he'd developed a nervous habit years ago of fiddling with his fingers when distracted and trying to hide it. Fabian, of course, knew that and Gideon hoped to hide it from him.
Kingsley put another spoonful in his mouth and, as he was pulling it out slowly, he noticed Gideon's quick look at him. Aha! He had noticed. Kingsley wondered if that woman could do that with ice cream.
Then, as he was sticking his tongue out, he saw that Gideon had hung his hand over the side of the table and started rubbing his finger with his thumb.
Kingsley stopped, tongue just touching the ice cream. He wondered what that meant. Was Gideon trying to tell him anything? Or was his finger just itching?
Oh, well. He shrugged slightly, turned the spoon upright and started licking the ice cream from the bottom up, watching Gideon out of the corner of his half-closed eyes.
Gideon turned his attention back to his brother, who was sitting back watching him silently.
"Apparently some things change," he said.
"Pardon me?" Gideon asked.
"You told me earlier that nothing ever really changes. I'm calling you on that."
"What's different?"
Fabian sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, but declined to answer.
Gideon glanced at Kingsley again as Fabian rolled his eyes, and clenched the edge of the table tightly as Kingsley gave the spoon oral sex. The boy was definitely a tease - it was amazing the difference between the few days since he last saw him. He wondered for a moment if he deserved it because of Meg, even though he hadn't done anything to imply they were a couple.
Then Gideon grinned; he remembered a conversation he'd had with Meg during practice two weeks ago. He'd complained to her that most people were intimidated by him and he was tired of it. Either he was a pureblood, or a former Slytherin, or a professional Quidditch player; there was so much more to life than status, and Gideon had yet to find someone that agreed with that.
Kingsley started when Marlene, who had just finished her sundae, proceeded to attack his with her spoon.
"What're you doing?" he asked, brutally yanked from the lovely sex he was having with Gideon via the spoon.
"Gotta finish this quickly," she said, inelegantly shoving large spoonfuls in her mouth. Then, loudly, "The movie'll start soon and I want some serious snogging, Shacklebolt. From the first scene on." With that, she took the last spoonful and rose.
Kingsley also stood up, thinking that he'd better go anyway. He'd noticed how Gideon had clenched the table. But, with Marlene and his brother around, it was obvious that Gideon wouldn't even talk to him. It was all right. There was always the next game.
He put his arms around Marlene's waist. They stopped at their table and said, "'Bye, Mr. Prewett. I'll let Dad know I saw you." Then he looked straight into Gideon's eyes, licked an imaginary bit of ice cream off the corner of his mouth and said, "See you on Sunday, Gideon."
He walked out, hoping that Gideon was watching. He moved his arm from Marlene's waist to her arse. She immediately did the same with hers, giving him a good squeeze.
"I'm not going to ask you what you're thinking," Fabian said primly, "or if you're thinking at all."
Gideon harrumphed at him, there wasn't much he could say; the mild flirtation had been obvious. A moment later, Fabian relented, grinning at his brother. He might be the eldest of the two, but it didn't make him a better man.
"So I'm going to assume it's harmless. Then I'm going to tell you - just once - what I know about them," Fabian said, counting facts on his fingertips. "I've known his father for years, Kingsley is an only child, I work with McIntosh, Kingsley plans to become an Auror, and, of course, he's young enough to get you in trouble."
Gideon opened his mouth to speak, but Fabian raised his hand for silence.
"Then I'm going to mention - just once, mind you - that McIntosh is a good man, a pureblood of the kind the Malfoys and Blacks don’t tolerate. I assume the boy is likeminded to the father, but I can’t guarantee it. However, it shouldn’t matter since you are really not chasing that boy.”
Gideon nodded once in agreement, but didn’t vocally confirm Fabian’s statement. All he could see in his mind was the tip of Kingsley’s tongue as he left, licking his lips. He shook his head to lose the visual.
***
Apparating home hours later, Gideon sighed in relief. He loved his brother dearly, but he was edgy tonight. He felt out of sorts, as if his skin didn't fit quite right. Grabbing a bottle of hand lotion, he settled on the sofa in his quiet flat and undid his trousers.
Long fingers wrapped familiarly around his cock, pulling slowly until it hardened. Gideon sunk back into the sofa, sighing. If he imagined a specific mouth wrapped around his dick, he didn't tell.
***
Kingsley and Marlene walked quickly through the Leaky Cauldron and, a minute later, were just two normal teenagers on the London street. They took the Tube to the movie theater and arrived as the lights were dimming.
Santini had recommended the movie, and Kingsley knew that he had to book two seats at the back. He’d done that plenty of times before. He was surprised, though, to see that the back row was empty except for the two of them, but the rest of the theatre was packed.
He soon realized why: the movie seemed fantastic, about a war in the stars. He couldn’t see it, though, because Marlene had been dead serious about snogging from the start. It certainly wasn’t the kind of movie where one took a hot date like McKinnon.
At one point, panting, with her hands inside his jeans, he looked cross-eyed at the screen and saw space ships in battle. In the few minutes before she knelt down to take him into her mouth, he thought he’d like to see it again, but with a bloke. Or another kind of date.
Then he saw nothing else.
***
They left the theater a little wobbly, but managed to get to the Leaky Cauldron quickly. They wanted to get to Marlene’s house – and her nice bed – as soon as possible and finish what they’d started in the theater. Kingsley was in such a hurry that he collected the cloak from Tom and didn’t even think about covering himself fastidiously again.
She stepped into the fireplace and was gone; he followed a second later, tumbled into the living-room and was greeted by Mrs. McKinnon's happy voice of. He stood up quickly, brushing the soot off his whole body, looking at Marlene, who was shooting mutinous looks at her mother.
“Kingsley! So nice to see you, dear! I’m so glad you escorted Marlene home. You’re such a perfect gentleman!”
He shook her hand warily, watching Marlene out of the corner of his eye. Marilyn McKinnon continued talking, “I’m always a bit worried when Marlene comes back home by herself, you know, with all that’s happening and –“
“Mum,” Marlene interrupted. “Didn’t you have a dinner party tonight?”
“Yes, darling, but it was cancelled, so I made dinner for us. Kingsley, you’ll be joining us, won’t you?”
“Erm…I don’t think so, Mrs. McKinnon. My parents are expecting me, so…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Kingsley. I’ll call your mum and tell her you’re staying for dinner.”
“NO!” he shouted, “I mean, that’s alright. I’d love to stay for dinner.” He couldn’t admit to her that he’d told his parents he needed a later curfew because he’d been invited to have dinner with the McKinnons.
***
After dinner he sat down with the McKinnons, who wanted to know all about the film. Marlene didn’t even try to come up with a plot, so he summarized the whole movie in the few seconds he had actually watched.
The night might have ended fine for Kingsley, if Mr. McKinnon hadn’t changed the subject to Quidditch. And if Marlene hadn’t told her father that they had seen the star Arrows Chaser, Gideon Prewett, that afternoon at Florean Fortescue.
***
That night, alone in his bed, Kingsley once again wanked thinking about Gideon. He was getting tired of this. He had to do something. Quickly. Or he would soon become best friends with his own hand.