Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC 17 Paring: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the ADWT promt "…failure to communicate." Two men finally deal with their lust. Disclaimer: We don't own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we don't own the rights to Star Wars, unfortunately. Warning: Gratuitous use of the 'F' word and this is still chan, for all that Gideon thinks he's an adult. Frottage, dark alleys, embarrassing moments and inuendoes abound.
Gideon had been on several dates in his life. Typically, for him a date meant a visit to the pub and a quick shag. With the exception of Sixth Year, he had always dated casually. Only while he dated Sabrina did he consider other things. The two of them had been exclusive for the whole term and while they enjoyed each other physically, they spent as much time studying and hanging out with friends.
Tonight, Gideon had to prepare for a date that wouldn't consist of sex. It was a novel concept for him and he was unsure what to do. He wanted to wear something that wasn't flattering – just to vex Kingsley a little.
Kingsley told him he needed to wear Muggle clothing. In the end, Gideon settled for dark brown trousers and a tan button-up; his brown leather jacket wasn't necessary with the weather, which was almost a shame.
Gideon had enjoyed Kingsley's jeans and vainly wondered what he would look like in something similar. Shrugging, thinking he couldn't wear what he didn't own, he checked the time. It was close enough.
He was going on a Muggle date with a sixteen year old; laughing at himself, Gideon realized he was excited.
Kingsley was bouncing off the walls in excitement. When he arrived home the day before, he found a package from his cousin Santini. Inside there was the grooviest pair of black jeans he’d ever seen. He’d immediately tried them on and was very happy to see that they couldn’t look any sexier. Incredibly tight, they accentuated his arse in a most flattering way. He’d been told many times that his arse was great and he was very thankful for the fantastic cut of Italian clothes.
He took a long shower, wanking slowly for the second time that day. Just the anticipation of seeing Gideon again – in Muggle clothes, finally! – had been turning him on in a way he’d never felt before. He reasoned that at least he’d be able to be next to Gideon and not feel so tempted to jump him if he’d had some release before.
Standing naked in his bedroom, he took out several t-shirts, finally settling for a dark emerald green one, which looked great against his dark skin and with the black jeans. He then pulled the jeans over his bare bottom and zipped them carefully. He never wore underwear with jeans, but was always a little concerned with pinching himself.
He looked at himself in the mirror, receiving the usual whistle. He looked fantastic. And congratulated himself on the foresight of wanking beforehand. An erection inside those tight jeans would be murder.
It was a risk well worth taking. He hoped that Gideon liked what he saw.
At five minutes after three, Gideon walked into the Leaky Cauldron and took a spot close in an empty, dark corner. At ten minutes after three he realized, as Kingsley sauntered through the door, that he didn't plan ahead as well as he should have. Shacklebolt didn't wear the jeans that Gideon made him promise to not wear; instead he wore some black pair that Gideon's admittedly inexperienced eye could tell were fashionable.
And damned attractive.
Yes, he thought, as he waved at Kingsley to join him while he finished his drink, should have taken those extra minutes in the shower.
"Nice shirt," Gideon said softly, pointedly not looking elsewhere, "I like green."
“Do you?” Kingsley asked while he shamelessly checked out what Gideon was wearing. His view was limited to the other man’s torso, as the rest of his body was blocked by the table, so he moved his head to have a better view of the trousers. “Nice outfit. Looks good on you. You should wear Muggle clothes more often.”
He noticed that Gideon was staring at his chest. It was a toned chest and he was proud of it, but he wanted to direct the other man’s eyes elsewhere. “I’m glad you like green. Looks good with my black jeans, doesn’t it?”
"You're wearing jeans? I didn't notice," Gideon grinned. Finishing the rest of his drink, he indicated the door, "Lead on, Kingsley. I'm not sure how to get to this Tube."
He wanted out of the Leaky Cauldron before someone saw them. He also wanted an excuse to walk behind Kingsley without letting the imp know he wanted to look. The boy didn't need any more encouragement.
You didn’t notice I was wearing jeans, my arse! But I’ll make you notice, Kingsley thought deviously. “Oh yes, I am. Look,” he said, thrusting his pelvis a little forward to show Gideon the jeans. “Aren’t they groovy? My cousin Santini sent them to me from Italy. I love Italian clothes; they fit really well on your body, you know? English clothes are cut bigger.” He eyed Gideon up and down, not caring if anyone at the Leaky Cauldron could see him checking the other man out or not.
“You should wear jeans. You’d look great in them.” He crooked his neck to look at Gideon’s buttocks. “You have a nice arse, but your clothes are a bit too loose. Do you have a pair of jeans? If not we can go shopping for them. They’ll be more loosely cut than mine, so if you want one like these, I can ask Santini to send a pair for you. For another date I have in mind, you know?”
Gideon burst out laughing, trying desperately to control it as Tom and a few others turned to look at them, "You're very determined, aren't you?"
He motioned toward the door again, half tempted to yank Kingsley out of there, "Come on, before we make a scene." Before Kingsley could tell him he didn't care, Gideon offered, "I'm not checking until we're in Muggle London."
As they left, Gideon turned to him, asking quietly, "Another date?"
The promise of checking when they were in Muggle London made Kingsley walk quickly towards the door. As soon as they crossed the threshold between the two worlds, he turned to Gideon and answered him. “Yeah, I thought about something we can’t do tonight, because I don’t have a cover at home. But maybe next time you have free we can go dancing. Do you like dancing?”
"Would you believe I've not been dancing beyond the Yule Ball? I can't imagine you and I could go dancing anywhere." Kingsley wouldn’t have asked if he didn't have a place in mind already, but Gideon had absolutely no idea what he was thinking. Most of Gideon's encounters with men had been unplanned. None had been Muggle.
For a moment, he longed to talk to Meg, since she was Muggle born, and most likely knew the same places Kingsley did, since she shared some of his interests. Slowly walking behind Kingsley, Gideon decided he really did like Italian clothing. He realized belatedly that Kingsley was still watching him.
Kingsley raised an eyebrow at Gideon. “Of course we can, Gideon. All I need is your help. My cousin Santini Transfigures a regular piece of paper into a fake ID for me – you have to be 21 to get into a gay bar. There are tons of gay bars here in London. My favorite one is Shaft. We could go there.”
Hiding a grin, he noticed that prim and proper Mr. Prewett was indeed checking him out. Good. He wanted Gideon badly, and he wanted him now! He really hoped that he’d be able to convince Gideon that he’d be very mum about their affair. Nobody would ever find out. There was no need to wait until August fifteenth – it was a lifetime away, and he was becoming too friendly with his own hand.
Strangely, the thought of going out with Santini and finding a random bloke at a gay bar had lost its appeal to him. He wanted to go dancing, but he wanted Gideon to be in his arms. And maybe convince him to take a little stroll to the loo.
"You show me what an ID looks like and I'll do it," Gideon said, committing himself to another date. It was still something in Muggle London, and Kingsley didn't look sixteen. Besides, it was better than going somewhere private that could get them – him - in trouble.
How bad could it be? Gideon wondered briefly. He saw the smug look on Kingsley's face and attributed it to him catching Gideon looking at him.
"So, where are we going today?"
Kingsley almost gave out a loud yell of glee. He was going dancing! With Gideon! His quick mind immediately started making plans – he’d tell his parents that he’d sleep at his grandfather’s and tell his grandpa, who catered to all his wishes, that he was going to a friend’s party and would be home late. Curfews were strict at his house, but his grandpa was another story. If he was lucky enough, maybe he would go to Gideon’s flat after the bar, in which case he’d be at his grandpa’s very, very late. But he was not keeping his hopes too high on the flat.
Happy with the thought, he decided to give Gideon a little breathing room that afternoon. After all, they’d be in very public places and two men didn’t snog in public. And he didn’t want to scare Gideon too much, lest he changed his mind about the dancing.
Furthermore, he really wanted to watch the movie. “We’re going to the movies,” he answered, leading the way and making sure that he was walking just a little ahead of Gideon. “It’s this really groovy movie about wars in the stars. I saw a bit of it with –“ he stopped short. Probably not a good idea to bring Marlene’s name up now – “a friend of mine, but I missed some of it and I’d like to watch it again. Then maybe we can have a bite. Do you like pizza?”
Something had put Kingsley in a very good mood, was he really looking forward to another date? "Okay and yes."
This was actually fun, which surprised Gideon. Kingsley was very forward and outgoing, not at all intimidated by him or his age, and Gideon truly appreciated that. With no conversation about Quidditch, no talk of war or pure-bloods versus half-bloods, Gideon finally allowed himself to relax enough to enjoy the time they spent together.
He did manage to stay a step behind, casually watching Kingsley as he walked. He itched to touch him, to run fingers across Kingsley's back, to lean up behind him and kiss him. Shaking his head, Gideon berated himself for not having the same self-control that Kingsley seemed to have found.
Kingsley led the way, walking to the Tube station. When they arrived at the booth, he automatically reached to his jeans to pull out some money, but they were so tight that he had to wriggle a little to get his hand inside the pocket. He heard a little sharp intake of breath coming from behind him and looked back, to see a blond man eyeing his arse and making a discrete, but unmistakable, inviting gesture.
Kingsley shook his head briefly and stepped to the booth to buy their fares.
Gideon realized – again – how unprepared he was for this. He hadn't any idea how Muggle money worked or what was required from him. Watching Kingsley wiggle to pull something from his pocket - what a nice view that was - Gideon barely caught him shake his head. By the time he turned to look, Gideon didn't see what Kingsley said no to.
He followed Kingsley to the booth and tried to casually watch over his shoulder to see what he did. As Kingsley stepped back, Gideon put his hand between his shoulder blades, the warmth comforting in a strange way. He said quietly, "I'll repay you with our money later, I didn't consider this."
Unwilling to let go so quickly, Gideon rubbed Kingsley's back. The play of the shirt over shoulder blades felt wonderful; then it made him think about what he was doing. He stepped back abruptly to leave room between them.
Kingsley bit his lip when Gideon touched his back. It was such a simple gesture, but it added to the tension he was feeling just by being next to him. He wanted to lean into that touch, but he reminded himself to be patient. When Gideon mentioned that he would repay the expenses with Wizarding money, Kingsley answered simply, “Don’t worry about it. You can pay me when we go on a date in Diagon Alley.” Then Gideon rubbed his back and he lost control, saying, “Maybe we can have ice-cream at Fortescue,” and immediately cursed himself mentally. The memory of the ice cream parlor would probably scare Gideon.
In order to disguise his discomfort at what he considered a blunder, he steeped away from Gideon and walked closer to the edge of the platform. Immediately the blond man stepped next to him. Kingsley moved closer to Gideon – if Prewett wanted to freak out because Kingsley was invading his space in public, so be it. There was no way he would let the blond man make any move towards him.
Gideon recognized the look on the stranger that made Kingsley back up; he figured it probably matched the look on his own face. Tempted to wrap his arms around Kingsley, Gideon settled for moving even closer. With hardly any space between them, Gideon wrapped long fingers around Kingsley's bicep and watched the stranger calmly.
He could have tilted his hips forward and brushed himself against Kingsley's arse. The thought was tempting, but not while some blond git chose to gawk at his date! The man paid no attention to Gideon's obvious signals, which irritated Gideon more than he expected.
Gideon leaned over Kingsley's shoulder and whispered the first thing he could think of to distract him, "If I see you fucking another ice cream like that before August the only thing I'd be tempted to do is spank you."
Kingsley started a little when Gideon touched his arm, but he didn’t want to move, lest Gideon remember that he was touching him in public and move away. And then, hearing what Gideon whispered in his ears, he realized that Gideon had probably noticed the other man and was showing the blond bloke who was boss there. He turned his face, so that his mouth was inches away from Gideon’s and whispered back, grinning, “So you know what you have to look forward to; I’m even better when it’s not ice cream.”
Gideon was barely taller than Kingsley; in a year or two it would be reversed, but for now, Gideon was thankful. He stood straighter, keeping his mouth just out of range – tempting though it was. Without looking away from Kingsley, he asked, "When's your birthday?"
"August fifteenth."
"August sixteenth I suggest you prove that rash statement."
He didn't move away so much as loosen his body and look away, but he forced his hand to relax and let it slide slowly down Kingsley's arm until they didn't touch. Actually, Gideon expected Kingsley to take him to task for being so possessive. Gideon knew he would have if the situation was reversed.
Well, this is an interesting turn of events, Gideon thought. He usually wasn't possessive. He slid further to Kingsley's side, blocking the man's view a little.
Kingsley pouted when Gideon straightened; he was enjoying the very close proximity. He mentally cursed once more not being seventeen and Gideon being such a stickler for the rules. He turned to look at Gideon and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the blond man was still there, still staring at him. I bet he doesn’t care that I’m a minor, he thought briefly, before saying to Gideon, face to face, “And what’s wrong with the fifteenth itself? I don’t have to be seventeen and one day! Actually,” he said with a grin, “we’ll be having a party for my birthday. Wanna come?”
The loud noise in the tunnel indicated that their transportation was approaching.
Gideon watched it arrive curiously, an excuse to not look at Kingsley. His first thought was no, he didn't want to come and watch Kingsley's friends celebrate one way when he would only be thinking of something else. Of course, he didn't say those words. He followed Kingsley through the open doors.
Gideon closed his eyes while waiting for it to move. He needed a moment's peace to think clearly, to drive away the other thoughts crowding his brain. Once it began, Gideon leaned closer to Kingsley and asked, "Do you know why I'm resisting you?"
Standing close to Gideon, Kingsley congratulated himself again of having wanked before meeting him. Even so, the jeans were starting to get a little bit uncomfortable. He wanted to move away, but didn’t, at the same time. And then Gideon had to lean even closer.
Because you only do the right thing, Mr. Prewett, Kingsley thought, while answering. “No idea, really. I told you I wouldn’t cause any trouble. And Gideon,” he said seriously, “I don’t know if I can wait. No-one will know, I promise. We don’t have to...you know, but…” he whispered into Gideon’s ear, “maybe we can do something else.”
Startled, Gideon stepped back, positive his mouth was hanging open in shock. That was definitely not the answer he thought to hear. Instantly, he realized Kingsley would think he was offended.
"Kingsley, your tenaciousness amazes me. It's… flattering. I don't suppose I could ask you to stop saying things like that, could I? No? Well, that's my problem, not yours. Besides, I rather like this side of your personality. I really, really wish I could tell you otherwise. Do you know why I can't?"
Huffing a little in frustration, Kingsley shook his head and looked away. Absent-mindedly he stared at the blond man standing across the aisle from them, not really seeing him, and said, “Yes, I know. Because I’m a minor and it’s against the law and you don’t want to break the law. I know all that. I also admit that you have more self-control than me. I also understand that you have much more to lose than me. Believe me, my dad sat down with me and read me the riot act; he told me I would be completely forbidden to fool around with anyone under seventeen after my birthday. He said that if I got caught, I would not only get in trouble and might not be accepted to the Auror program, but he’d also make sure that I would never forget it.
“I know all that, Gideon. But I also know that I’ve never wanted anybody this much. I don’t want you to get in trouble, but I’m hardly a minor. I’m not fifteen; I’m only a few weeks short of my seventeenth birthday. Besides,” he snorted, “it’s not like I’m a trembling vir--”
He made a funny face when he realized that the blond man was actually mouthing a proposition, and he stopped talking suddenly.
Gideon laughed for a moment as Kingsley carried on, he'd meant to remind himself more than Kingsley the importance of the rules as Kingsley reassured him that he got it.
Now if Gideon could get it and learn some patience… shaking his head he began to tell Kingsley “Never mind.” He heard Kingsley's rant taper off and Gideon saw him stare in a different direction.
Without looking, Gideon knew instantly who it was. It was no more than he himself deserved, Gideon decided. That man wouldn’t have a problem with Kingsley being a minor. He probably wanted Kingsley because he was a minor.
He moved suddenly, partially to bump Kingsley and partially to break the git's eye contact. Fluttering his fingers oddly as the blond looked at him, Gideon silently cast the jelly-legs jinx. Stumbling, the man grabbed the nearest handhold with something akin to panic on his face. Gideon hadn't needed the finger movements, but he wanted the Muggle to be sure that he knew who did it.
Smiling victoriously at him, Gideon turned back toward Kingsley, "What’re you staring at?" he asked, hoping Kingsley didn't notice the jinx.
“Me? I wasn’t. I was talking to you and then I noticed that git was propositioning me.” He grinned happily. “Brilliant, Gideon. Damn! It’s another reason to be seventeen. I’m dying to be able to do magic outside of school. I want to be able to Apparate, too. I hate Floo travel. It’s messy. But I won’t be able to take my test until probably next March.” He groaned. “Almost a year… Here, this is our stop.”
And they stepped out of the car, leaving the blond man grabbing on to a pole for dear life.
Outside they walked briskly towards the movie theater. There was a small queue, and Kingsley waved an “all right” at Gideon when he said, again, that he’d pay him later.
Kingsley chose two seats in the center row. There was no reason to be in the last row. He wouldn’t be able to snog his date anyway and he wanted to watch the full movie. After all that heady conversation about legalities and whatnot, Kingsley had turned back into what he was – a sixteen year old male, ready to see blood onscreen.
He led the way into the theatre and they sat comfortably side by side. Kingsley was whispering to Gideon what happened in there – the lights would dim and the screen would show something akin to a Wizarding photograph.
It was a crowded show and finally the lights dimmed. The film started.
Fascinated with the pictures – movie - Gideon failed to notice anything else. Especially the hand on his knee until it crept higher. Wanting to ignore it, Gideon simply put his hand on top of Kingsley's in warning, but Kingsley wouldn’t stop.
A moment later, he relented and Gideon mistakenly thought he won. They sat there without looking at each other, Kingsley's hand wrapped around tense leg muscles, Gideon's hand pushing it down. Unexpectedly Kingsley relaxed his grip and pushed his fingers up between Gideon's.
The gesture was so foreign that it took Gideon a moment to realize that they were holding hands. A lull in the action made Gideon glance down, looking at the contrast between skin tones and trousers, at ten interlaced fingers on his thigh. Adjusting his hand to a more comfortable position, Gideon flashed Kingsley an enthusiastic smile during a bright scene, then turned back to the movie.
Enthralled by the story and halfway through the movie, Gideon squeezed Kingsley's hand. He flexed his fingers for movement, and then freed his thumb. Thankful for the date, the movie, and the company, Gideon caressed Kingsley's hand in small circles, often keeping pulse with the music that vibrated around them.
They stayed in their seats as the credits rolled, still holding hands, though Gideon moved them from his lap to between the seats.
"That was amazing!" Gideon declared, not wanting to leave. Finally, with only a few people left, Gideon finally stood up and followed Kingsley from the movie.
The restaurant was very close to the theater, and Gideon followed the swell of people as they left the cinema, casually listening to each of their ideas about rebels, evil empires and strange creatures. He wished they could discuss it with each other, but they were jostled and bumped too many times. Gideon settled for walking behind Kingsley, using the crowd as an excuse to leave a hand pressed against the small of Kingsley's back.
Letting Kingsley order – and pay yet again – Gideon looked around, admiring the Muggles silently. He rarely paid attention to such things. It was fascinating how differently things were done. Nothing was done by magic, not the food preparations, the lights, or the cleaning of tables.
Kingsley was feeling very good. The movie had been ace and he had enjoyed a novel experience - holding hands with Gideon. That hadn’t been his intention; he wasn’t much of a tactile person and he’d never been on a date that didn’t involve snogging. He had never been on a date with a man, either, but he figured it wouldn’t be that different.
He had put his hand on Gideon’s knee with the goal of moving it as up as he could, but he was stopped by equally strong hands. The slight tug of war had been a little distracting, so he decided to interlace their fingers. He could get used to that, especially when Gideon started caressing his hand.
They discussed the movie while they were waiting for their food. It had been Gideon’s first film and Kingsley was glad that they had seen a really nice one. This could make Gideon more prone to future movie dates.
Kingsley planned to fill the weeks leading to his birthday with as many dates as he could.
Gideon enjoyed the pizza, something he hadn't had before for all that he told Kingsley he did, and wondered how hard it would be to have it more often. He had experienced more firsts tonight, from having an actual date with Kingsley to planning the next one – from movies to dancing. His first time in Muggle London and he'd actually jinxed a Muggle. Fabian would do much worse to Gideon when he learned of that.
He shook his head, confused. He had expected to have this date and be done with it. He originally hadn't planned for more, or to see Kingsley again. Yet, now that he was here, Gideon knew he'd stick this out for a while.
Dinner finished– when had they eaten? – Gideon sat back, enthralled with the place and the conversation.
Kingsley glanced at his watch; it said that he was “very early”, which meant that he still had plenty of time to go before his curfew. But they had finished eating and the place was packed, with people waiting for their seats. He stood up. “We’ve got to go, Gideon, they need our table. But I still have some time. Fancy walking? It’s a stretch, but it’s a nice evening, and I can show you a little more of London.”
"That would be fine," Gideon replied. He followed Kingsley, walking close as possible in the crowd as he looked around. In order to keep track of Kingsley, he kept one hand hovering around his waist, oftentimes touching him when he wasn't paying attention to walking.
The streets were crowded; apparently a lot of people had the same idea. It suited Kingsley just fine, as this enabled him to walk very close to Gideon, They walked slowly, Kingsley showing Gideon some sights, stopping for some window shopping, Kingsley reminding Gideon that they would have to meet before Saturday to buy his new jeans for the club date.
Finally, they arrived at the street where the Leaky Cauldron stood. That area was very familiar to Kingsley; he knew all its right spots. Suddenly he grabbed Gideon’s arm and, counting on the element of surprise, pulled him quickly into a dark, deserted alley. “Come in here a second,” he told a startled Gideon.
This was the Kingsley he expected, and considering they made it -mostly - through the movie and dinner without a major incident, a startled Gideon happily let Kingsley yank him deeper into a dark alley. What harm could come of that? Besides, he was willing to pay with snogging if that's what Kingsley had in mind.
Actually, Gideon suddenly realized, he wanted that, the short kiss on the Quidditch field last week hadn't done much but arouse his curiosity. He was a bit more surprised when Kingsley pushed his back against the alley wall.
Kingsley pushed Gideon against the wall and said, in a sultry voice, “I can get a goodnight kiss, can’t I?” and, without waiting for an answer, cradled Gideon’s face with his hands and kissed him full on the mouth, lips apart and tongue demanding entrance aggressively. He pressed his body against Gideon, leaving no space between them, thrusting his hips forward. His tight jeans started becoming quite uncomfortable, but he decided it was a very small price to pay.
His hands then moved down Gideon’s body, caressing his arms, jumping to his waist; he moved his body away, just enough to slide his hand between them and allow him to cup Gideon’s cock. He pushed his own cock against his fist and rocked his hips, not letting Gideon’s mouth go.
Gideon barely had time to adjust his weight to something comfortable while Kingsley ignored his own rhetorical question. If Gideon had any doubts - which he didn't - about Kingsley's experience it was blown away by hands, tongue and hips instantly. His hands fluttered loose while Kingsley assaulted him. He felt like he was drowning from the aggressive kiss.
He briefly wondered if Kingsley realized how much Gideon didn't like kissing considering the last two times he'd not left him any choice about it. He tried to pull away when Kingsley let go with one hand, but Gideon stopped thinking the moment Kingsley's hand touched his cock.
Moaning into the kiss, Gideon forgot any sort of decorum as he thrust against him. Forcing his way toward equilibrium with the kiss, Gideon yanked Kingsley's hand from his jaw and moved it to his neck. He shifted his legs further apart and wrapped one arm around Kingsley's waist, finding his way under his shirt to touch bare skin.
Kingsley moved his hand from Gideon’s neck to the waistband of his trousers, deftly unbuttoning them with one hand while the other kept fondling Gideon’s cock. He stopped doing it a fraction of a second to unzip the trousers and stuck his hand inside just to find, to his immense frustration, that prim and proper Mr. Prewett was wearing pants. Doesn’t he know he can’t wear pants to a date? he thought briefly, right before finding the opening and finally touching bare flesh.
His experienced fingers brought the cock out, and he caressed its length, mentally visualizing what his hands were touching. Hmmm…nice equipment, Mr. Prewett, he thought, as he brought Gideon’s cock close to his own, rubbing them together.
He wanted to open his own jeans and have flesh against flesh, but he knew it would be disastrous to try to do so. First he’d have to let go of Gideon’s cock, and the sudden lack of contact would probably make Gideon remember that they shouldn’t be doing this. And, most importantly, it would be very hard for him to unzip those damn tight jeans without pinching himself. He could do it if he had time, but not in a hurry.
He arched his back to lean onto Gideon’s hand on his skin and thrust his hips forward, wanking Gideon and rubbing their cocks together.
Gideon broke off the kiss as Kingsley undid his trousers and thrust his hand inside. The deft movements had nothing to do with a fumbling boy and Gideon closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of sure fingers.
Throwing his head back, he closed his eyes and smiled at Kingsley's grunt of disapproval when he wouldn't turn his head back to kiss him. He was already damning himself ans idiot when he put both hands on Kingsley's hips and pushed him away fiercely. Locking his arms in place, he ignored Kingsley's complaints for a minute, needing to gather himself before he committed to a really stupid idea. Taking a deep breath, he finally looked at Kingsley.
"I'm not making you stop," he said immediately, knowing the logical part of his brain was splintering into millions of little fragments, each one more piercing than the last. "But I'm not doing this without you."
Fuck! Kingsley thought when Gideon broke the kiss. At this rate, his balls would be indigo blue, courtesy of fucking Mr. Prewett. He didn’t want to go home and wank again. A little more rubbing and he’d get off…
Then Gideon pushed him away and came up with a cock and bull story about not making him stop. He was so frustrated, that he blurted, “Yeah! You’re a right bucket of ice cold water, you know?” at the same time that Gideon said something that he couldn’t hear quite well, but got the gist of it.
“Without me? We were doing it together, until you pushed me away.” He lowered his eyes and saw Gideon’s cock, still jutting out. The situation would be funny if it wasn’t so irritating.
If he weren’t so frustrated, he’d kneel down and take that cock in his mouth. But, as it were, he waved his hand back angrily and started walking out of the alley.
Gideon didn't even consider letting him walk away, he jumped after Kingsley and grabbed his shoulder, turning him around. Talking wouldn't begin to reach him at this point. Gideon shoved him against the wall and blocked him from leaving with his own body. "You're damned lucky Imperio is Unforgivable."
Gideon kissed him harshly, breaking it only for more angry words as he grabbed Kingsley's wrists and shoved them over his head, holding them there with one hand. "We have a failure to communicate. I have a failure to explain myself, and you have a failure to listen."
He thrust his hips into Kingsley, rubbing harshly, ignoring the pain from the denim against his skin. "I have self control, not ice for blood."
Kissing him again, he let go of Kingsley's wrists and put his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, fully expecting Kingsley to shove him away. "I wanted to wait for you, I want to feel your cock against mine. What the fuck is wrong with that?"
Huffing, Kingsley pushed Gideon away, then looking down, he unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, struggled to put one hand inside, shielding his erection form the zipper and carefully unzipped his very tight trousers. There was no way he’d give Gideon the satisfaction of seeing how hard it had been to pull the jeans up, so he just took his own cock out and stood there, glaring at Gideon. “There. Cock’s out. And hard. What’ll be your excuse now? You want a bed with rose petals on it?”
Gideon didn't answer, he didn't have to. He knew from the past two encounters Kingsley had a short temper involving anything sexual - and Gideon deserved some of it. Kingsley simply wanted what he wanted and Gideon had to deal with the societal problem of it.
Well, he'd deal with it in his way, and if it came to head - Gideon winced at the pun - in another harsher light, he'd deal with that as well. It wasn't like he was going to fuck him.
Instead of speaking, Gideon slowly stepped forward and braced his hands against the wall to either side of Kingsley's shoulders. Watching Kingsley intently, he pushed their cocks together, rubbing slowly. When Kingsley still didn't move, Gideon leaned his body against him, always rubbing, trying for more friction without using his hands.
Nipping Kingsley's neck with his teeth then licking the spot with his tongue, Gideon finally rested his body totally against Kingsley. He didn't kiss him and he didn't touch him with his hands until he knew for sure what Kingsley would do.
Feeling Gideon’s cock rubbing against his and knowing that the other man couldn’t see his face, as he was busy nibbling on his neck, Kingsley smiled mischievously. Finally, some action! He circled Gideon’s waist with his arms and then put his hands inside the other man’s trousers and underwear, touching his bare arse. He caressed it a little, then pulled the other man closer with his hands, rubbing their cocks together. His hands moved up and down Gideon’s arse, always keeping the pressure; then he slid one finger between the cheeks, and it went up and down slowly, teasing and caressing.
He started panting. He was almost ready, but he made an enormous effort to keep going. He didn’t want to seem hurried like the horny teen that he was.
Gideon nipped under his chin, hard, "Hands, Kingsley." Grabbing Kingsley's hand from his trousers, he redirected it to his cock. "Here," he mumbled. Finally giving in, he kissed him again. He wanted to shove his own hand down Kingsley's jeans, but didn't dare try. Considering how tight they were, he'd probably get stuck.
Sucking Kingsley's tongue into his mouth, he thrust harder, knowing there was no way to save their clothes the dignity of this. He wiggled his hand between them and wrapped it around Kingsley, enjoying the feel of it rubbing between his cock and hand. They stood there a moment longer, pushing against each other with hands and dicks.
Kingsley wondered – and hoped – that he’d have a mark under his chin. It was a good reminder what kind of a fuck Gideon was. Just like him – rough, aggressive – and one who probably wouldn’t mind being similarly marked one day.
The kissing, the friction of hands and cock, the mutual wanking, the knowledge that they were doing something forbidden, in the middle of a dark alley in London were too much. Kingsley wanked Gideon faster and faster, thrusting his cock into the other man’s hand, until he couldn’t hold it any longer. He only had time to stop the kiss and came with a loud “Oh, fuck!”
Closing his eyes, Gideon followed Kingsley silently, collapsing onto his chest for a second before rolling away to lean against the wall next to him. Grimacing at the mess, he looked at Kingsley, smirking at his expression. He finally smiled and was tempted to make a sarcastic comment, instead, he whispered, Scourgify and cleaned them both.
He sighed as he pushed away from the wall with his shoulders, arching his hips out and gently tucking himself back into his trousers. Turning to watch Kingsley, he stood there, hands on his hips, eyeing him appreciatively.
"How are you feeling now?"
Kingsley was leaning against the wall, eyes closed, panting with a pleased expression on his face, waiting for his legs to get firmer again, his still hard cock making the warm air of the evening feel cold in comparison.
He was silent while he felt the spell clean him and his cock softened in response, but he didn’t move until he heard Gideon’s voice. He opened his eyes and looked at the other man in front of him. With a devilish smirk, he answered, “Not bad…for starters. Can’t wait for more.” Then he straightened up and, without taking his eyes off Gideon’s face, he slowly tucked his cock inside the jeans and carefully zipped himself up.
His watch gave off a signal. He had just enough time to stop at Flourish and Blotts and pick up the book he’d bought before meeting Gideon that afternoon. “Let’s go?” he asked, not waiting for a response and leading the way.
As they were approaching the Leaky Cauldron, he told Gideon that he’d have to stop at the bookstore. “Do you want to walk there with me?”
Gideon agreed and they went through the pub, waving at Tom and various acquaintances. They stepped onto Diagon Alley and Kingsley was about to ask Gideon when he wanted to meet to shop for jeans when he heard a very familiar voice calling out behind them.
“Kingsley?”
He froze, then turned around slowly. “Hi, Dad,” he said, waving to the quickly approaching McIntosh Shacklebolt.
Gideon had only ever related fear to his brother. It wasn't something that he understood in a personal context at all. Like the time the git fell off the roof, or the day he challenged Malfoy to a duel and Gideon was stuck as a second, or the day Fabian told him he had been accepted into the Auror program. He understood those cold splinters of ice through his heart because he loved Fabian.
Standing there, hearing Kingsley's weak Hi, Dad undid everything Gideon ever understood as fear. He couldn’t move, he couldn't think beyond Oh, Merlin's balls. I'm going to Azkaban.
He clutched his stomach, standing with his back to the Shacklebolts, hoping that he wouldn't lose his dinner, hoping his once neat clothes didn't have telltale signs of alley stains from dirty walls, or obvious wrinkles from Kingsley's hands, or…
McIntosh squinted, still a little too far away to see who was the man with his son. He looked familiar, though. "Who's that with you, Kingsley? Fabian Prewett?"
Taking a deep breath, Gideon turned around, holding a hand out and plastered a smile on his face, "No, but close. Hello Mac, nice to see you again." He'd met McIntosh before at headquarters, of course, either on business there or just visiting with his brother. Gideon didn't know the man well, but Fabian respected him.
Gideon could not look at Kingsley. Not yet. He wanted to throw up as the harsh reality of what they - what he - just did settled somewhere in his stomach. McIntosh's towering figure approached them. Gideon watched Kingsley’s demeanor change from an over-confident young man to someone who was trying to find a way out of a very tight spot.
Kingsley walked briskly towards his father, not waiting to see if Gideon was following him. He had to face the older man. It’d be worse if Gideon just Apparated now. It would be a telltale sign to his father that something had been amiss.
McIntosh looked at both young men, clad in Muggle clothes. “Did you…just meet?”
“No, Dad,” Kingsley said quickly. “We’re just coming back from the movies in Muggle London. We saw “Star Wars.” He hated lying.
"Your son and I started talking after the game Sunday and he's one of the few wizards I know willing to brave Muggle London and show me around."
Thin, thin, thin, Prewett, Gideon thought, but it was the truth. Meg had offered, but she technically wasn't a wizard. Most of his friends or acquaintances weren't interested in crossing from one world to the next.
“Oh, good. I thought you were on a date, son; that’s why I was surprised to see you with a bloke,” he said, satisfied with the explanation. “So, Gideon, did you like it? I’ve asked Kingsley to tell me what this movie’s about, but he couldn’t even start.”
He laughed thunderously. “I don’t think he actually saw it the first time, you know. He was with his girlfriend Marlene, so I think the movie was secondary. This is why you went with a bloke this time, right, son? To be able to really watch it?”
“Dad…” Kingsley groaned. Maybe it would’ve been better if Gideon had Apparated.
“Son, he’s a bloke, and this is what blokes do. Gideon, can I invite you for some ice-cream? I want to know about this fabulous movie. Maybe I can take my wife to see it.”
"There's not muchg of a love story, so if Mrs. Shacklebolt doesn't like a lot of action, she might not like the movie. But it's fascinating, there's strange creatures and these really cool weapons that could rival our wands. I really enjoyed it.
Gideon fell in line next to McIntosh, discussing the movie. He couldn't look at Kingsley yet, and it pulled at his conscience to dismiss him like that, but it was expected, and he hoped Kingsley could figure that out. This way, Gideon thought, it would give Kingsley another moment or two to pull himself together.
Gideon was going to kill him after this, no doubt about it.
Fuck! Kingsley thought, walking next to his father. Why did Dad have to be here and now? And why did he have to mention Marlene? He was uncharacteristically silent as they walked to Fortescue’s. He thought dryly that he’s have to behave this time. No fucking the ice cream as Gideon had said.
They sat at an outside table and Kingsley took their orders. He wanted to be sitting down as little as possible. Soon he came back with three ice creams, his own a huge sundae.
His father and Gideon were discussing the state of the war. He pretended to pay attention, but his mind was miles away. He had enjoyed the little action in the dark alley very much, but he had to make sure that he’d meet Gideon again, soon. That had been just a start. He ate in silence, imagining Gideon naked in bed. His cock twitched. He changed the thought to the very embarrassing moment of hearing his dad talk about his girlfriend.
He finished his ice cream and told his father he wanted another one.
“Another? That one was huge, Kingsley. Didn’t you eat after the movie?”
“Yeah, we had pizza. But I’m still hungry.”
“Go ahead, then,” McIntosh said with a chortle. He then turned to Gideon and commented, “He’s a bottomless pit. Eats all the time.” Then he turned to look proudly at his son, who was walking to the counter. “He grew like a weed in the past couple of years. He was this tall and skinny boy, probably around the time you played against him. Always had arm strength, though, good for a Beater. It’s genetic. But now he exercises a lot. Do you see how wide his shoulders are? He lifts weights and does a lot of calisthenics, too. He has a nice body – I mean,” he laughed, “I think so at least, but I’m biased.
“I can’t believe he’ll be an adult wizard soon. It’s mind boggling how they go from little babies to big strong men so quickly.” He paused and remembered something. “Actually, we’ll be giving a pool party for his birthday. Why don’t you come? I’m sure he’ll be pleased. And I will, too. Bring Fabian. There’ll be a lot of teenagers and I wouldn’t mind having more older people to keep a healthy balance. It’s on August fifteenth, but we’ll send you and Fabian an invitation.”
“For what, Dad?” Kingsley asked, arriving at the table with another monster ice cream.
“For your seventeenth birthday party. I just invited Gideon and Fabian.”
Kingsley looked at Gideon with a seemingly innocent smile. “Oh yeah, I had already invited him. You’ll come, won’t you? Bring a swimsuit. We can swim and…play games in the pool.”
He didn't follow McIntosh's line of sight to watch Kingsley. Gideon had an idea or two how buff the boy was, and while he hadn't seen him naked, he figured that soon enough he'd know more than Mac would ever want him to know.
Now that he was back to reality and discussing the war, Gideon found he couldn’t eat at all. Nervous as hell to look at Kingsley, he was afraid McIntosh would correctly interpret any look he gave him. So he smiled in the general vicinity of Kingsley and nodded.
“I'm almost sure I don't have a game that weekend, I'll double check. And as long as the Aurors don't call me into work, I'm sure I can manage that.”
“Good. If you get called in, we can always send replacements.” McIntosh turned toward his son, who was digging furiously into his ice cream. “We need more adults there, you know, to balance out the loud teenagers.”
Kingsley looked at his father, his spoon halfway toward his mouth. ”Dad, Gideon’s only four years older than me. You make it sound as if he’s ancient.”
“No, I don’t. All I’m saying is that he’s a mature, responsible, trustworthy adult.”
Kingsley rolled his eyes and McIntosh continued, appeasing, “You’ll be there soon, son, don’t worry. Don’t rush. Just enjoy your life and your friends.” He noticed that the tone of the conversation had turned a little somber, so he decided to make light of it. “And your girlfriends, too.” He looked at Gideon. “He has a lot of them. That Floo never stops when he’s home, and-“
“DAD!” Kingsley said a bit too loud. “Gideon isn’t interested in my love life.” He had noticed that Gideon was avoiding looking at him, so he directed the question at him. “You aren’t, are you?”
He’s a mature, responsible, trustworthy… Gideon wondered what McIntosh would think if he started laughing. Of course, if he began laughing, Gideon feared he wouldn't quit. His fear was still intense, but Gideon had never liked fear.
Gideon smiled in the direction of Kingsley's chest. No wonder he wasn't sorted into Gryffindor all those years ago. The damn hat must have known then that Gideon would end up afraid of a sixteen-year-old and his ferociously proud father.
"No, Shacklebolt, I don't want any detailed descriptions of your many girlfriends. I have enough knowledge on my own ," he teased, assuming McIntosh wouldn't understand the reference.
He looked out toward Diagon Alley, "Well,I have practice early in the morning so I do need to go soon.
"Mac, your son is a great entertainer, I must say that my first experience at the movies was something to remember. You'll have to let me know what you think of it if you and the wife go."
As much as he hoped to escape and leave Kingsley with his father, Gideon knew it was wrong. He hoped to leave gracefully though, and quickly.
"Kingsley? I'll see you later?"
Kingsley rose. There was no way in hell that he’d let Gideon go without committing to the next date. “I’ll walk out with you. I have to get my book at Flourish and Blotts. Dad, will you wait for me here? I won’t be long.”
“Sure. I have to finish my sundae and will chat with Florian for a while. Nice to see you, Gideon.”
Kingsley walked out next to Gideon, in silence while they were in McIntosh’s range of hearing. Then he said, “I’m entertaining, yeah? Glad you liked it. You’ll have even more fun when we go shopping for your jeans. When can you do it? Has to be before Friday or Saturday, depending when you can go dancing.”
Was he serious? Gideon turned toward Kingsley, shocked yet again.
"You are joking, yes? You're loony if you think I'm getting any more entertaining than today. I thought your father was here to escort me to Azkaban!" Gideon whispered."
“Dad? Escort you to Azkaban? Tsk. No way. He likes you. And you promised me. You said you could see me whenever I wanted, remember? Well, I want to help you buy a cool pair of jeans and I want to go dancing with you.”
Gideon shook his head, laughing, "All right, Kingsley, all right. But your father will only like me as long as he doesn't learn the truth. My game is Saturday, so jeans afterwards, then dancing. I've Sunday to myself. And Kingsley, if I can make a suggestion," Gideon raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked down, smirking. "Wear something I can fit my hands into."
Hah! I don’t have anything looser, Mr. Prewett; you’ll have to strip me naked to get where you want , was Kingsley’s impish thought. Stifling a devious smile, he answered, “’Kay. Where do we meet? And what time?” The idea that Sunday would be a free day was very good news indeed.
"Do you want to go to the game? I can reserve you tickets, you know." He failed to mention that the seats were always available for family, which meant that Kingsley would sit with his brother. It was only fair after running into the imp's dad directly following what they did.
“Really? Of course I would. Thanks. I’ll see you there, then.” He stretched out his hand. “Bye, mate.” He turned around and rushed into Flourish and Blotts. It had been a great day.
Gideon watched him walk away before Apparating home to this flat.