Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: R Summary: Written for the AWDT prompt, “He would be pissed if he could see the parts of you that I've been kissing.” Kingsley and Gideon go dancing. 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 or a gay bar. The title belongs to Lerner and Loewe. Warnings: Chan-ish - but the minor in question isn't innocent at all!
Following Kingsley’s precise instructions, Gideon was able to Apparate both of them directly to a dark alley in Soho. The loud crack was completely unnoticed by two men who were having sex in a darker part of the alley. Kingsley looked at them curiously, but he had to admit that, at the point the two men were, they wouldn’t hear a train coming full speed and whistling in their direction.
He motioned for Gideon to follow him and, as they arrived at the street, he took Gideon’s hand and they walked toward a building, whose entrance was mobbed by men trying to get in.
“We haven’t had time to make an identification for you,” Kingsley said, taking a card and some money from his jeans back pocket. “But it shouldn’t be a problem. Just cast some sort of Confundus and the goon at the door won’t ask for it. He’ll also let us go in before anyone else. Santini always does that.”
Hand in hand, they approached the door of Shaft. They easily mingled with the throng of men, mostly young and dressed in tight trousers.
Suddenly glad he followed his desires before they left his flat, Gideon had some resistance to the obvious moans not too far away. Kingsley watched them for a second, but standing behind him, he couldn't make out Kingsley's expression.
Somewhat nervous, even if he'd never admit it, Gideon followed him hand in hand, listening to his advice. He briefly wondered how many rules he was breaking and then pushed the thought aside. He was here to have fun with Kingsley.
The variety of men lounging around outside astounded Gideon; most were his age or close to it and, according to what Kingsley had told him earlier, he wasn't legally old enough in the Muggle world to be in a bar.
Were there that many gay men in London? It looked like a buffet, every color, every size, and all beautiful to look at; he clasped Kingsley's hand tighter as they approached the door. As many men were checking out Kingsley as were checking out himself. It was a strange feeling to see someone so… obvious.
Kingsley was used to being checked out openly at gay bars, but he’d always been accompanied by Santini. The similarity between the two cousins was obvious, Santini just being lighter in skin color. They had been easily pegged as two relatives going out dancing, not as a couple.
But this time it bothered him a little, since he and Gideon were holding hands; it was clear they were together. He thought about saying something and making it more blatant, but then shrugged the uneasiness aside. Let them look, he thought. Gideon looks hot as hell, but he’s taken.
He showed his card to the large man at the door, who scrutinized it and then waved him inside. Gideon had done a good job with his wandless magic, as Kingsley pulled him inside by the hand.
Whatever he expected, it wasn't the jarring level of noise that enveloped him once inside. The whole place was dimly lit with scattered flashes of bright light; only one spot in the far corner had anything resembling a steady glow. It was covered with mirrors and liquor, and Gideon assumed it was a bar.
He knew that he eventually had to let go of Kingsley's hand -- more likely Kingsley would drop his hand -- but for now he simply followed, wondering where they would go first.
“Gideon, we need a table,” Kingsley said, craning his neck. “Usually there are some empty ones at the back at this time. Let’s find one, and then you need to cast a charm to make it untouchable, all right?” He was glad he’d been introduced to all those mechanics by his very savvy cousin. It was nice to have a place to rest – and maybe make out in peace.
He led Gideon to the back of the room, passing the dance floor, already filled with men dancing, touching and kissing. It was early, but there were already men making out in some booths. They found a table at a corner and took ownership of it magically. No one would be able to approach the empty table while they were away.
“Right! Let’s get something to drink now.” Kingsley held Gideon’s hand again and led him towards the bar. Along the way, he felt a few hands touching him, but he didn’t even look to see to whom they belonged. He was used to the aggressiveness, and by now he’d noticed that the fact that he was accompanied didn’t mean much at Shaft. He realized that Gideon was probably being touched in a similar way and hoped that he wouldn’t freak out.
Surprised at how much Kingsley was touching him -- Gideon was the tactile one -- he accepted it wordlessly, wondering if it would be that way the whole night. He didn't want to sit and was glad Kingsley suggested a drink right away. The same corner with the steady glow had massive amounts of bottles in front of the mirrors, so it was the bar. He didn't know what Kingsley drank, or if he drank at all; Gideon was curious to find out.
He saw some of the trailing hands that reached for Kingsley, so he wasn't totally shocked when some of them touched him as well. Apparently, arriving together, sitting at the same table and holding hands with someone didn't make anyone off limits in the Muggle world.
He was uncomfortable with the boldness more than with the touching. At Hogwarts, and even after Arrows games, blokes were discreet with him. In all honesty, Gideon reserved his sexual needs for men to the few he already knew. The realization that it had been weeks made him drop his gaze to Kingsley's fine arse, swaying as he walked.
Kingsley reached the bar and stopped suddenly, making Gideon bounce off his back. Instead of apologizing, he settled there, letting go of Kingsley's hand to fondle his arse.
He leaned close to Kingsley's ear to talk to him as he stood behind him, rubbing it with both hands, pushing into the curves and creases the denim created.
"I hope you don't mind," he said.
Great! Kingsley thought when he felt Gideon’s hands on his arse. It seemed that the club atmosphere was producing the desired effects. “Mind?” he asked, turning slightly towards Gideon, “Not all at all. I love it. It’s here to be touched, you know?” he said cockily.
He then turned his eyes to the bare-chested barman. “Wotcher, Sam. How’re things?”
Sam looked directly at Kingsley’s almost bare chest. “Kingsley! Long time no see. Looking good, as usual.” He looked at Kingsley’s side, as if trying to find someone. “Where’s your hot cousin?”
“In Italy, but I’m sure he sends you his regards,” he said with a wide grin. He pointed at Gideon. “This is Gideon. Can you give him one of your finest? And the usual for me.”
Sam checked Gideon out. “Hi Gideon, nice to meet you. Nice shirt,” he said with a leer. Then he turned to Kingsley. “His identification, please?”
Kingsley rolled his eyes. “Sam, please! Do you think I’d bring someone underage into this fine establishment? I’m not into jailbaits,” he said with a serious face. “He forgot it, but I'll vouch for him.”
Sam looked at Gideon again, as if assessing his age. “He looks all right to me. How did you pass by the gorilla outside? Wait,” he said, “I know. The goon was probably too busy looking at your chest to care, right? And at his mesh shirt, no doubt.”
Kingsley roared, while he took the whiskey and a pint from Sam. “Yeah, probably,” he replied, handing Gideon his drink.
Sam looked at Gideon again and winked. “Nice to meet you, Gideon. Hope to see you again.”
“Hey, Sam, hands off!” Kingsley said with a jocular tone that was not quite there.
“But eyes can be on, Kingsley, come on. You bring this hot piece of ass here…” Sam said, laughing and turning to another customer.
Kingsley was about to say something when he felt hands on his stomach and a kiss on his neck.
If the guy at the bar was that friendly with Kingsley… it became glaringly obvious that Kingsley meant it when he said that he and his cousin spent time here. Hell, half of the hands trailing after him were probably someone he already bent over.
Either way it didn't matter, Gideon decided. There was no claim made by either of them, and it wasn't like he could legally touch Kingsley for six more weeks. Well, not touch him the way he wanted to.
Gideon took a small drink from the glass, curious. He ignored the barkeep, figuring that the man simply said things to earn money, from the looks of the jar with Muggle bills next to him.
Gideon glanced back up, expecting to leave the area immediately -- too many people were jostling for space there -- when he saw a blond touching Kingsley intimately.
“Hello, darling,” a young man said, while caressing Kingsley’s stomach. “I missed you. It’s lovely to see you back.”
Kingsley moved the man’s hand off his body. “Hello Sean,” he said curtly; then he put his hand around Gideon’s waist, bringing him closer. “This is Gideon Prewett. Gideon, this is Sean Morrison.”
Sean looked Gideon up and down with a strange face. “Is he another one of your cousins, Kingsley?” he asked with undisguised sarcasm.
Kingsley snorted. “Oh, yeah, the physical similarity is just astonishing. No, I’m not into incest, Sean,” he said, while putting his hand on Gideon’s arse and squeezing it hard. “Come on, Gideon,” he said, leading him away.
"That was unpleasant," Gideon muttered, assuming Kingsley wouldn't hear him. He wondered how many more men he'd meet that night with the same attitude. Torn between the idea that the handholding was cute and the suspicion that Kingsley wanted to be careful whom Gideon met, he mentally shrugged. It really didn't matter in the end.
He couldn't change it, and he refused to get jealous every time someone touched Kingsley. Making their way back to the table was easier, since most of the patrons were going to the dance floor or the bar.
Kingsley pulled him onto the chair closest to him, settling his arm around Gideon. Taking another drink, Gideon watched him over the rim of his glass, curious whether or not Kingsley would explain the stranger.
Sipping his beer, Kingsley wondered if he should mention Sean at all to Gideon, but decided against it. It was obvious that he and Sean had had fun before. He didn’t want to have to explain that Sean was a nice shag who, unfortunately, wanted to be a boyfriend. He’s become a little too clingy the last time Kingsley was at Shaft, which had been his death sentence.
“Having fun, Gideon?” he asked instead. Gideon was very quiet, and Kingsley couldn’t figure out if it was because of the alien environment or if it was something else. He’d enjoyed the sex they had had at the flat and had been surprised as to how easy it was to sit down for a meal with Gideon and talk about mundane matters. He really wanted Gideon to have a good time at the bar. Kingsley loved dancing and for some reason it seemed important to him that Gideon liked it, too.
He didn't immediately answer even though he heard the question. Instead, he watched the dancing, the men and this world that was completely new to him. There were no modest robes, no polite society, really no rules. Yet as he observed, he realized that when the men touched, it was mutual. If someone wasn't interested, they made it clear and the other moved on. Choosing to ignore the intimate touches meant saying no, in most cases. Obviously, some situations were different and required a more forceful answer, like Kingsley and the blond, but otherwise, it was simply a new set of rules to learn.
It's not bad, he thought, just different. But then, he hadn't tried dancing yet. That looked intimidating.
Turning toward Kingsley he answered, "Surprisingly, I like it. At least I think I do. So yes, Kingsley, I'm having fun. I'm not really sure how well I'll do out there;that looks a bit beyond my ken. But we'll see."
“Well, let’s try it, then.” Kingsley moved his arm off Gideon’s shoulders and stood up, pulling Gideon up by the hand. He looked at their drinks – his was barely touched, as usual. It’d last most of the evening and he would turn to cold water whenever he felt hot from dancing. He’d tried quenching his thirst with beer the first time he went dancing with Santini and had learnt the hard way that the morning after was brutal. From that day on, he made up his own rule that two pints was his limit. Gideon’s was almost finished.
"You want to dance now?"
He had never been one to hide behind liquor, but he could see the attraction of drinking himself silly before stepping onto the dance floor. It was tempting to ask for another drink first - something else he would owe Kingsley for. He really needed to go to Gringotts and exchange his own money. Otherwise, he would owe Kingsley weeks worth of wizarding dates.
Considering Kingsley left him little choice, dragging him by his hand, Gideon figured he might as well try dancing first. He could ask for a drink if it was too uncomfortable.
It was amazing how loud the music was; the wordless thumping of bass echoed through him, providing a rhythm he could sense, if not understand. Kingsley, of course, knew exactly what to do. Letting go of Gideon's hand, he was moving to the rhythm with a comfortable, sexy ease that left Gideon staring. Suddenly, he wanted more liquor - just to dull his senses.
The only thing that Kingsley liked almost as much as sex was dancing. Even food came after. He let himself be taken by the rhythm, knowing that he was a good dancer and that he was attracting attention. Many times a dancing partner had asked him if he moved just as sexily in bed.
He liked the fact that men stared at him when he hit the dance floor – another thing he had to thank Santini for. It was just an ego booster; he had no intention of making Gideon jealous. He loved to flirt, but wouldn’t do it that night. He wanted to be with Gideon only.
He noticed that Gideon was not moving at all.
Torn between wanting to touch Kingsley and wanting to stand back and watch him, Gideon enjoyed the view. Damn, sinewy didn't begin to describe him. He flowed with the music, something Gideon knew he couldn't do. The only time he felt that free was on a broom.
Instantly understanding why Meg laughed at him, Gideon knew he was doomed. He'd have to remember to not let Kingsley near his flat again that night or else his lawful intentions would end very unlawfully.
Kingsley understood that the atmosphere at Shaft was very foreign to Gideon. He knew what the Yule Balls were all about and, if that was Gideon’s only experience with dancing, he needed help. He put his arms on Gideon’s waist and pulled him close, making their bodies move together.
This Gideon could do. Putting his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, he smiled gratefully and simply followed the motions. Slowly the beat made sense.
Of course, he wouldn't tell Kingsley that. All he had to do was turn his head a bit to rest it against his, or move a step closer to make their body motions something other than dancing.
Gideon was proud of himself for doing neither.
It felt so good to have Gideon in his arms, especially when he was having a good time and not feeling guilty about the intimacy. He pulled Gideon a little closer, not too much, in case he felt threatened and bolted.
He realized they moved really well together.
Closing his eyes, he simply melted comfortably into Kingsley's arms. What they did in his flat took away most of the sexual edge. It left him content and sated, willing to let Kingsley touch him, to lead.
Which was a new experience itself; Gideon never let another lead him under any circumstances, unless it was Fabian. He wasn't a follower. However, this was fun. As Kingsley's hands became bolder, turning him faster or twisting him to move differently, Gideon backed up to give both of them room. He liked the space to move with the song, he also liked Kingsley's hands firm against his hips.
Kingsley always sat out the slow dances. That was the time he took to get water or to sit down and cool off a bit – sometimes it was also when he followed the bloke he was dancing with to the loo. He thought that slow dances were silly; he loved the fast, frenetic movement of the heavy beat.
This time, however, he wondered what it would be like, to dance slowly with Gideon, as he had seen some…couples do! The novelty of the idea made him startle. They weren’t a couple; they were…friends. Former schoolmates.
As the wild rhythm turned to a slower melody, Kingsley let go of Gideon’s waist, saying, “I’m hot. Let’s sit this one out, all right? Do you want another drink?”
Gideon wondered why Kingsley seemed panicked until he heard the music change. Trying to keep a straight face, he nodded in agreement, following Kingsley – this time without holding hands – back to the table. Kingsley slumped in the corner, sipping his beer. Without sitting, Gideon finished his drink and set the empty glass down, raising one eyebrow at Kingsley.
“What?” Kingsley asked when he saw Gideon’s raised eyebrow. He was feeling hot and wanted some water. He got up to go to the bar; by the time he got back, the stupid slow song would’ve finished and they could go back to the floor.
Gideon followed him, undecided if he wanted water or liquor. Either way, it was at the bar. He glanced up; turning to look at the dance floor, he saw most of it had emptied. The men still out there were not so much dancing as having sex. If that was the situation, Gideon agreed wholeheartedly to stay off the floor during slow songs.
Apparently, the rest of the night would be decided at Kingsley's whim. His short jacket swayed just above the tops of his denim, and as Kingsley paused to wait his turn to approach the bar, Gideon curled his fingers into the small of his back, rubbing them against the drops of sweat forming there.
As Kingsley found a break in the crowd, he surged closer to the bar. Before Gideon could follow, someone approached him from behind, leaning over to talk in his ear.
"You look like you should be dancing."
Kingsley felt Gideon’s fingers close to the waistband of his jeans and he pressed back a little against them. He managed to ask Sam for another whiskey and a glass of cold water, leaving a large tip to make up for not asking for another drink for himself. Sam had figured out a while ago that he wasn’t much of a drinker and gave him a pint of ice cold water.
As Kingsley was turning to hand Gideon his drink, he noticed that a man was groping his date!
"I was dancing, but we were thirsty," Gideon said, shrugging off the taller man. Assuming he wouldn't persist, Gideon looked for Kingsley, who was returning with the drinks.
Stepping forward and coincidentally away from the bloke, Gideon took his glass, telling Kingsley "Thank you. Are you ready to sit for a minute?"
Glaring back at the other man, Kingsley nonetheless felt quite satisfied inside. “Yep, just a little. I’m feeling quite hot, too.”
"You're looking quite hot," Gideon mumbled, following him back to the table.
They sat down, observing the couples still on the dance floor. Kingsley thought it was a very long song. He really wanted to dance with Gideon again. He took large gulps of his water, then handed the glass to Gideon. “Would you like some water, too, or are you fine with the whiskey?” He wanted to make some excuse for not guzzling his beer like the other men were doing, but under no circumstance would he admit to not being able to hold his drink. He could never get into it, but was tired of hearing his cousin Chambers tell him that he would, once he grew up. “Beer’s too warm, you know?”
Curious if Kingsley would sit out every slow dance, Gideon wondered many times they would return to the table that night. "Thanks, water is a much better choice than liquor, anytime." Gideon had wanted the alcohol to relax, but if Kingsley touched him every time they danced, he wouldn’t need it.
He left his drink next to Kingsley's, hardly touching the second whiskey. As the music changed, they turned to each other at the same time, "Ready?"
“Yeah, I love this song” Kingsley said, jumping up and removing his jacket. “It’s too hot! I should’ve worn a sleeveless t-shirt, you know?” He brought Gideon closer, holding him by the waist and gave him a wet kiss on the neck. “Better than the Yule Ball, isn’t it?”
"Better company, at least," Gideon teased, "and better clothing. I like the Muggle look on you," he said.
Leaning back, he ran a hand across Kingsley's chest, dragging chewed fingernails across his muscles before loosely settling his hands on Kingsley's shoulders. He swayed partially in time to the music and partially from the pressure on his hips.
Kingsley was constantly moving, which meant Gideon was always in motion, trying to let go. He finally closed his eyes and stopped worrying what he looked like, and let the music lead him.
Between warm hands on his hips and the beat that throbbed under his skin, Gideon lost himself to the dance.
Gideon didn’t look like someone who had never danced. He moved easily to the rhythm, and Kingsley was enjoying every minute of it. He brought his hands under the mesh shirt, touching Gideon’s skin, first right above the hips, then on Gideon’s back. He brought Gideon a little bit closer and hoped he’d not have one of his thoughts about propriety then.
As he moved forward to kiss Gideon, it never crossed his mind that they looked a lot like the couples he sneered at.
He could feel Kingsley's arms drawing him tighter against him. As Gideon shifted his weight, moving his feet to accommodate the change in position, he dropped his hands, following the curves of Kingsley's arms. One arm he left on Kingsley's bicep, sniggering when he thought of the Chaser from earlier in the night. The other he wiggled between to reach Kingsley's hipbone and latch one finger in the top of his denims, his finger rubbing against it as they danced.
He didn't see Kingsley lean in, but the heat close to his face made him open his eyes right before Kingsley kissed him.
For as much as he didn't like kissing, Gideon enjoyed Kingsley's full, soft lips every time they touched his. Unsure why Kingsley was so tentative, Gideon kissed him eagerly in return.
As they kissed, they also slowed their rhythm, and another man, dancing wildly, bumped into Kingsley, who let out a “woof” and leant towards Gideon, compensating for balance. He didn’t even look back and the bloke didn’t even apologize. Kingsley knew that they were the ones out of synch with the rest of the floor.
A little upset, he moved slightly away from Gideon, still holding him, and resumed the fast rhythm.
For the second time that night, something he found very unsettling, he wished he was dancing slowly with Gideon.
Well, that was interesting, Gideon thought. He wasn't upset about the public display of affection, but it wasn't comforting either. It wouldn’t have been out of place for a slow dance, but it was bloody obvious during the fast pace of this music.
Turning around in Kingsley's arms, he began moving against him in a different fashion, figuring that if he couldn't face him, he couldn't kiss him.
And isn’t this a wonderful position, Mr. Prewett? Exactly the way I want you! Kingsley thought happily, holding Gideon’s hips and pressing his crotch against Gideon’s arse and then moving their bodies together. He was getting hard and he hoped that Gideon was, too. Then, as soon as the music turned slower, they could pay a visit to the loo together.
This might not be such a good idea, Gideon thought as soon as he felt Kingsley getting hard behind him. Between Kingsley behind him and the rest of the crowd in front of him, Gideon was suddenly very self-conscious. He knew no one specifically watched them, yet he felt uncomfortable – exposed.
Which made him lose touch with the music, slowing down he awkwardly turned back into Kingsley's arms, facing him. Biting his lip, he put his hands on Kingsley's shoulders and gently pushed, manipulating them toward the edge of the floor. The worst part was missing Kingsley's warmth behind him; he felt the slice of cold air through his shirt as soon as he had turned.
He really didn't like the idea of needing Kingsley to touch him to dance. He didn't like the thought of needing Kingsley, period. Taking a deep breath, he purposely chose to accept the music again, dancing to his own rhythm for the first time.
Damn! I knew it, Kingsley thought in frustration when Gideon moved away. This whole situation was very new to him. Here at Shaft the sign he had given would be interpreted correctly and he and his dancing partner would have a nice shag. He wondered once again about Gideon’s experience with men. Sometimes he seemed just fine, obviously knowing what he had to do, but, at other times, he blew cold all of a sudden, leaving Kingsley confused and sure that Gideon was curious about men but not yet that curious to see things through to the end. This was probably the reason that he insisted on waiting until August fifteenth; he was building up courage and the whole underage thing was just an excuse.
At the same time, he was glad to see that Gideon had caught on and was dancing quite well on his own.
It wasn't the same, dancing on his own. Gideon wondered if he was sending mixed signals to Kingsley. He would have to ask him about it. However, right now, facing Kingsley, knowing he was hard, was killing Gideon. Watching him writhe on the dance floor with sweat glistening on his naked torso put thoughts into Gideon's head that needed to end. He wanted nothing more than to fuck the boy, birthday be damned. Dancing, he realized, was a bad idea. It provided too much contact, too much temptation. Gideon had hoped that what happened earlier would control it. Instead, it made him want Kingsley more.
How much longer until a slow song? he wondered, needing the distance.
It was hard for Kingsley to look at Gideon and not touch him. He turned around, showing his back to the other man.
It didn’t take more than one second for hands to touch his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a very attractive man, winking seductively and caressing his chest and stomach.
Kingsley looked back out of the corner of his eyes to see if Gideon noticed. He smiled at the man and gently, but firmly, moved his hands away.
Kingsley had a fluidity on the dance floor that Gideon usually related to flying - whether himself or someone else. Lowering his eyes, he leered over the long, tapering waist, the narrow hips, the full arse that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside.
Why did Kingsley cause such a reaction? Gideon wasn't sure, but as he glanced up, he saw Kingsley push a man's hand away from him. Next time he wears a shirt, not even registering the possessive tone of his thoughts.
Moving closer, he wrapped his hands around Kingsley's sides, gently pulling him backwards, closer. Their bodies were not touching beyond his tanned hands on Kingsley's bare stomach, but it was enough in his mind. He leaned in for a brief second and pressed his lips against Kingsley's shoulder before sliding away, leaving only his hands on Kingsley’s skin.
Mentally Kingsley thanked the man who had touched him. The bloke had been nice: as soon as Kingsley moved his hand, he smiled back and shrugged, moving away and looking for another partner. But it had been enough to trigger a reaction from Gideon.
Kingsley put his hands on Gideon’s and pulled them onto his stomach, making Gideon press flush to his back.
"Kingsley!" he moaned. Gideon dug his fingers into his stomach, trying to ignore the wiggling arse in front of him. It was too enticing, feeling Kingsley touching him, and Gideon could feel his cock stirring.
He yanked his hands free, anxious for a bit of space between them, though he didn't understand why he wanted propriety here.
Kingsley turned around quickly and faced Gideon, thrusting his hips forward while he danced and staring into Gideon’s eyes. He was sure now that Gideon had never had sex with a man – this was the only explanation for his reactions, blowing hot and cold.
It presented a slight problem for Kingsley; he didn’t like to be the first. There was too much gentleness, too much attachment and those were the things he avoided like the plague. What will I do with you, Mr. Prewett? I want to show you a good time, so much that you’ll understand you really like boys. But I don’t want to scare you, he thought.
The music turned to a slow song again. Kingsley cursed mentally the fact that Shaft’s D.J. had decided that night would be a sappy one.
He knew Kingsley was aggressive, but this was beyond the pale - or at least beyond Gideon's ability to control. Unsure how to react, he tried to decide, and then the music changed. Smiling triumphantly, he backed away from Kingsley, leading him to the edge of the floor. At least half the other men scattered, either looking for dance partners, or fleeing as they did.
Thankful and amused, Gideon asked the imp if he wanted more water.
Kingsley was hot and very turned on now. He had been waiting for too long. He knew that the possibility of going back to Gideon’s flat was close to zero, but thankfully they were at a gay club, where there were many possibilities. He held Gideon close to him and whispered in his ear, “No, but I need to go to the loo. Wanna go with me?”
Sure that it was a mistake, and going to the loo was synonymous with something else, he began to answer no. Until he looked around; he didn't want to leave Kingsley to his own in the loo, or wait by himself out here. Gideon dammed himself a fool and nodded.
With a satisfied smile, Kingsley put his arm over Gideon’s shoulders and led him towards the back. It seemed that a lot of the men had had the same idea, and the corridor leading to the bathroom was filled with men, some with partners, some watching the other men alone there.
It was a madhouse inside, with very few people using the bathroom for what it was meant. Two men left a cubicle at the end, still zipping up their jeans; Kingsley quickly walked inside, pulling Gideon with him.
"What are you doing?" Gideon asked as Kingsley pulled him inside. Confident that Kingsley planned to ignore the comment, he grabbed him and turned him around as Kingsley closed the door.
"I asked…" apparently Kingsley's actions were intentional, he pulled Gideon against him and kissed him. Arms flailing from the sudden motion, his only recourse was to reach out and steady himself with his hands against the cubicle walls.
There is really nothing attractive about this, Gideon thought, wondering just what he was putting his hands against.
Pulling away abruptly from the kiss, Gideon fell backwards, thumping hard against the side.
"What in Merlin's balls are you thinking?" he whispered furiously.
Kingsley let out a “Fuck!” in frustration. He spoke angrily. “What am I thinking? What do you mean, what am I thinking? I’m thinking that you have to make up your mind, Gideon. You want this or don’t you? Tell me what you want. You just want to rub against me until you come? That’s it? And what did you expect to do here in the loo? Have high tea?” He was trying to control his voice, but he knew that people could hear him outside. Not that anyone cared.
“Let me tell you, I want much more than a little rubbing. You’ve been driving me mad, Gideon. One second you’re all hot and willing, the next you fucking push me away.” He looked away. “Maybe it was a mistake to bring you here. You’re not ready for this. I don’t know why you’re so hung up on my age; you act younger than me.” He took a deep breath and said, “I need to use the loo and I don’t want to offend you any more.” He unlocked the door. “See you at the table.”
He should have been surprised, but honestly, Kingsley was correct, Gideon ran hot and cold with his emotions, one moment wanting him and the next moment dreading it. If the boy couldn’t figure out on his own that Gideon wanted what he wanted, then nothing he said would change that.
He wrapped his hand around Kingsley's neck and pulled him close, briefly kissing him hard. "I fucking want what you want, Shacklebolt. But I'm willing to wait until I know I won't get sent to Azkaban for it. If you can't figure out that I want nothing more than a good fuck right here, right now, you're a git."
He started to leave and turned again, his quicksilver temper fading faster than his lust, "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want."
He left the cubicle, using an open urinal. Weaving his way out of the bathroom, he walked straight to the bar. He motioned for a pint of water and two more whiskeys, handing him a Galleon and mumbling under his breath to make sure Sam didn't pay too close attention to it.
Fabian would kill him if he found out about the careless use of magic. He knew Kingsley had the money; he'd make sure to ask him to pay before they left.
Leaving two empty glasses on the bar, he returned to the table with Kingsley's water.
Kingsley’s mind was even more confused. First Gideon pushed him, then kissed him again. Fuck you, Prewett! I don’t know what to make of you, he thought. He used the bathroom quickly, wanting to go back to the table, get his jacket and go home. Strangely, he felt no desire to shag a bloke from the club. He decided that he was too upset for that.
He opened the door and saw Sean, waiting for him outside with a big grin on his face. “Lovers’ quarrel, darling? Your boyfriend looked pretty mad. What’s going on, he won’t put out for you?”
“Fuck off, Sean,” Kingsley replied angrily. It made him even madder that Sean was right about the not putting out part.
“Well, Kingsley, it’s your fault to date a blushing virgin,” Sean said coyly, biting his lip. “And,” he said in a conspiratorial way, “I think he’s straight, you know? I’ve been watching him. He hasn’t checked out any blokes here. Bad choice of boyfriend, darling.”
“He isn’t my boyfriend, Sean,” Kingsley hissed.
“Yeah, I figured you two had broken up after the little spat. You were a little loud, darling.” He touched Kingsley’s waistband, putting his fingers inside. “But I know how loud you can be…”
Kingsley moved his fingers. “Cut it out, Sean. I’m not interested.”
“Why not?” Sean pouted. “You won’t get anywhere with your virginal ex-boyfriend.” He pressed his hands on Kingsley’s stomach. You know I can give you much more than a little rubbing - how boring." He let out a little laugh. “Not even a humble little head? Tsk. You poor baby… after you and I had so much fun together. You know, I bet you he would be pissed if he could see the parts of you that I've been kissing.”
Kingsley brushed Sean’s hand angrily. “Sean, don’t touch me. And we haven’t been kissing. We fucked. For a while. And it’s over.” He was upset for what had happened with Gideon and also because Sean’s words rang so true. If even Sean, who thought the whole world was gay, had seen that Gideon hadn’t done this before…
Without looking back, he strode out of the bathroom, back to their table.
Hot or cold, indeed, Gideon thought, watching Kingsley stride back to the table. The heat emanating from Kingsley this time had nothing to do with lust. As he approached, Gideon calmly handed him the water without speaking.
Kingsley was surprised to see Gideon still there. He had expected to find an empty table; although Gideon was lost in London, it’d be easy for him to Apparate anywhere familiar from where he was.
He took the glass, muttering a “Thanks” and downed about half of it in one guzzle. He didn’t know what to say. Hell, he didn’t even know what to do. Strangely, the fact that Gideon might be a virgin made Kingsley more excited rather than being a deterrent.
He averted his eyes, focusing on the dance floor, where a handful of couples were dancing to yet another slow dance. Merlin, I wonder what this D.J. smoked tonight, Kingsley thought as he chewed his lips.
When Kingsley didn't reach for his jacket immediately, Gideon hoped that most of the anger had passed. He was unsure what to do or say as Kingsley stood there, lost in thought.
"I owe Sam for two drinks," he said, blushing slightly, the three drinks heightening his reaction to the alcohol.
Finishing the rest of his water, Kingsley stood up. “I’ll leave him the money as a tip.” He shifted a little uncomfortably. “Hmmm…Gideon, I’m…I’m sorry I brought you here. I understand this might have been a little shocking for you. Ready to go?”
"Kingsley, I'm sorry too; I've obviously never been to one of these before," he waved his hand to indicate the bar. "Hell, I've never been so blatantly hit on until I met you three weeks ago. And you wonder why I'm shocked? Are you purposely trying to kill me or are you always this forward?"
He moved to the back chair, tapping the seat he abandoned, "Can you sit for a moment?"
Sulking and feeling the need to be defensive, Kingsley sat down and crossed his arms. “Yes, I’m always this forward, why? What’s wrong with it? At least I’m constant. I’m always trying to get into your pants, not teasing in one minute and then, when the going gets tough, backing off. And I remember you hitting on me, too, by the way.”
"Kingsley, the only way I'll stop hitting on you is to not see you for two months. I'm not fond of that choice. I told you before I won't change my mind about the sex. I'll do anything else you want, whether it involves my hands or my mouth. But that doesn't mean I don't want it."
The idea of not seeing Gideon for two months was so distressing that Kingsley almost missed the rest of the sentence. “What do you mean, you’ll do anything else but fuck?” he asked despondently, trying to hide the hope he was feeling.
"Well, technically, intercourse is the only thing that I can go to Azkaban for," he shrugged. "So what we did earlier tonight isn't going to make me sell my soul to a Dementor. I appreciate the bit about keeping it long enough to get a chance to do the rest."
“Why do you get all funny when I show you that I want you – like on the dance floor, for instance? Do you understand what it does to me? It’s hard for me, Gideon. I want something, I do it. I’m not used to have someone want me sometimes.” He took a deep breath. “Can I ask you a personal question?”
"Sometimes? You think I only want you sometimes?" Gideon laughed self-deprecatingly, "I go hot or cold depending on how much I can take. It's just as rough for me, knowing you'd not say no, and yet knowing I can't ask. It depends on how much I can take on whether or not I respond to you.
"Yeah, ask whatever you want," he picked up his glass to finish what little whiskey was left.
“Have you ever had sex with a man? Or are you just curious?” Kingsley blurted the two questions out so fast that he wasn’t even sure that Gideon could make up what he said. He wasn’t easily embarrassed, but this time he felt his cheeks get hot.
Oh, that hurt, he thought, breathing whiskey in deeply, gagging himself. Trying to set the glass down, he buried his laughter in sputters of alcohol. He glanced up once to see Kingsley's embarrassed face, and realized it was an honest question.
Was that why Kingsley was so frustrated with him? He took a deep breath, burying any mirth. It was the first honest conversation they'd had, and he didn't want to ruin it with outright laughter.
"Yeah, I have. I'm not a virgin in any sense of the word, Kingsley. Though," he teased, "I get the feeling I'm not quite as experienced as you may be."
“Well, I thought…you hadn’t, you know? And this is why you stopped.” He grinned. “I guess I was wrong, yeah?” He let the comment about his own experience pass.
At that moment the sappy D.J. played yet another slow dance. Kingsley thought briefly that the bloke was either in love or had just been dumped. He liked Shaft exactly because of the notorious absence of romance.
He stood up and stretched his hand out to Gideon. “Wanna dance? A last one before we leave?”
He wanted to dance to a slow song? Taking his hand, Gideon followed him onto the floor. He didn't hesitate to pull Kingsley in his arms, settling his hands in the small of his back, holding him close. Turning his head so that it rested against Kingsley's he said, "I'm sorry for the confusion; do you want to know something personal?"
“Of course,” Kingsley said softly. He wanted to know everything about Gideon.
"I like touching you," he rubbed his fingers against the curve in his back, "especially right here, in this hollow, where my fingers fit. I find it sexy as hell." He pulled his face away long enough to kiss Kingsley's cheek. "You're sexy as hell."
***
They left the club the way they had arrived, hand in hand. The alley was a little crowded at that time, but Gideon cast a charm that left them unnoticeable by the other men making out – not that they would’ve cared, probably.
Gideon stretched his arm towards Kingsley, so they could Apparate together. They kissed good night briefly and disappeared from Soho. Walking into the Leaky Cauldron together, Kingsley buttoned his jacket to the collar. As he approached the Floo, he heard Gideon’s voice, “Tomorrow’s my day off. Floo me when you wake up, if you want.”