Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the AWDT prompts, “We haven't had it in too long" and "Old people can't drive very well." Oh, the silly games that love makes you play. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we wish we had as much fun as they do.
Flying too fast to actually see the score, Gideon hoped his mental tally was close. From the first moment the Quaffle left the Referee's hands, Puddlemere had been all over it. They scored at least five times before Victor touched it, passing it to Betthews to score.
Currently at 90 to 120, Gideon decided he'd had enough. As the Referee circled 'round, Gideon rose up beneath one of the opposing Chasers and knocked him sideways, pushing him past the boundaries of the pitch.
The official on the west boundary blew his whistle shrilly as the Chaser scrambled to get back inside and the Referee called the first foul of the game, awarding the Quaffle to the Arrows. While Betthews sunk the Quaffle through the hoop, Gideon dodged the scowling male Beater, who must have witnessed it.
Unable to score with the aggravated Beater tailing him, Gideon dodged in and out around the Puddlemere players who were forced to avoid their own Beater more than once. At an angry snarl from the Puddlemere Captain, the Beater withdrew, yelling obscenities at Gideon.
Jauntily saluting him, Gideon stole the Quaffle from their Chaser and sunk it.
Kingsley jumped up and yelled, "Go, Arrows!" when Gideon scored, and then sat down quickly to observe Gideon celebrating his points. Kingsley thought it was a very sexy sight, which was, of course, spoiled almost right away by Meg, flying toward Gideon and hugging him. She should be more concerned in finding that damn Snitch than hugging him, he thought unhappily.
Flying back to her chosen spot in the east corner, back to the sun, Meg hoped that Gideon had heard her suggestion. The stupid Beater intent on following Gideon batted wildly when angry, something easy for her to see above the action. Gideon, quick on a broom, could easily get him to swat it into the crowd. The more fouls from Puddlemere, the better their chances.
If that didn't work, Gideon was more than capable of leading him into a trap. Hell, she'd do it herself when Victor wasn't looking.
Meg's suggestion was valid, and as the git began chasing him again, Gideon flew closer and closer to the stands. He flew slow, letting the Beater almost catch him before swerving toward the section of Puddlemere fans. Laughing at the Beater's cross face for another foul, Gideon drew even with another Chaser and harried her enough to switch the Quaffle to her other side.
Right into Victor's waiting hands.
Pulling up short and spinning quickly, Gideon covered what he could for Victor as he scored again, tying the match.
An uncanny sense for something approaching from behind, Gideon ducked, flattening his body against his broom. The Bludger rolled across his back, barely touching him as Gideon heard the stupid Beater curse.
Laughing, Gideon dove after the Quaffle, but a Puddlemere Chaser caught it first, heading toward the Arrow's Keeper. Gideon cheered as loud as the fans as the Arrow's keeper, Wood, batted it into Betthews' waiting hands.
It only took Betthews two seconds to clear it for ten points.
Kingsley had seen Fabian sitting next to two witches. He took the omniocular from his grandfather's lap and directed it towards the family section. One of the witches was clinging to Fabian, so he concentrated on the other. She had chin-length brown hair, and Kingsley thought she was nothing special. Have fun with him tonight, darling. Tomorrow he'll have a day to remember.
When Betthews scored and put the Arrows ahead, Kingsley turned to his grandfather to tease him, "Grandpa, I think it's time for you to turncoat and start supporting the winning team!"
On and on they flew, Gideon harrying the other team while Victor and Betthews teamed up to score. Thoroughly enjoying himself, Gideon laughed as the scores grew higher and higher. Too many people had bet it would be a runaway for Puddlemere, yet Victor had correctly called the game plan for this one. Typically, Gideon concentrated on scoring, but when Victor suggested this course, Gideon had been thrilled.
Their overall standing for the season wasn't stellar at one won and five lost, but they needed to win this game. Three of those games had been terribly close, and the final tally for Quidditch wasn't based on one game, but one season.
Twice he'd had to yell get Sanders or Arrice's attention to protect Meg. The other Beaters had attempted to take her out three times. The third time Sanders broke the broom for the male Beater that had been harping on Gideon early in the game, relieving some of the pressure.
Causing enough fouls already for Puddlemere, Gideon took the Quaffle when Betthews threw it to him and began scoring again, letting Victor have the fun for a bit.
Kingsley became more and more excited as the Arrows kept scoring. In truth, it was not so much because of the team. He'd never been a fanatic Puddlemere fan and now wasn't really a rabid Arrows fan. He enjoyed watching good professional Quidditch and had started supporting the Arrows mostly to watch Gideon.
An Arrows victory would mean a happy Gideon. A happy Gideon would mean a much better Sunday, he hoped.
Eventually something had to crack, and Puddlemere began pulling away, scoring madly. Meg had dived at least three times for the Snitch, alongside the Puddlemere Chaser, but neither had caught it yet. Victor rallied them to catch up again when Meg buzzed past his ear, zoning in on what had to be the Snitch.
Holding his breath, he watched her fantastic flying as she weaved between the players, chasing it. He couldn't sit still for long, not with the game continuing around him. Stealing the Quaffle once more, Gideon scored again, using the brief quiet to watch Meg catch the Snitch and land.
Diving off his broom into her open arms, he picked her up, swirling her around, then held her up while their teammates congratulated her.
In the bleachers, Kingsley jumped up and socked the air when he saw Meg's fingers touch the Snitch. He turned to his grandpa to accept his congratulations, momentarily taking his eyes off the field, but not long enough to miss the celebration. He bit his lips, seeing Gideon grab Meg and not let her go.
Unlike Renee, Meg was something special, no matter what Gideon claimed. Kingsley knew they had a very close bond and it bothered him. Renee would come and go; Meg was there to stay.
The only thing he couldn't understand – but appreciated – was why Gideon didn't date her exclusively. From what he'd seen on the sofa in Gideon's flat and right there, in front of him, Gideon liked her a lot and she seemed to reciprocate. Maybe Meg, like Santini, wanted to have more casual relations before she settled down. But settle down she would, and with Gideon it seemed.
He just hoped she didn't decide to settle down before his birthday.
It took several minutes to clear the pitch and announce the official end of the game. Still laughing at his team's antics, Gideon picked up Meg's broom and set them over his shoulder while she practically danced off the field. There was very little that was reserved about his best friend, something Gideon attributed to her birth in the States and not England.
Gideon realized she was the reason that he wasn't typical. Very demonstrative with her friends, Meg had slowly drawn him out the last two years by not allowing him to be reticent around her. He didn't mind for the most part, especially since she was such a positive influence for him. She and Fabian – and Kingsley to an extent – were the only people Gideon was comfortable enough with to be demonstrative.
Maybe that was the reason that Renee launching herself surprised Gideon so much. "That was brilliant," she squealed, kissing him briefly on the cheek as he stumbled backwards, arms full. Barely able to keep from dropping their brooms, Gideon shuffled her to his side where she clung to his arm, smiling at him. Renee introduced herself to Meg, congratulating her on her fine catch, then immediately turned back to Gideon to enthuse about the match. Ignoring the possessive tone in Renee's voice, Gideon waved to his brother then craned his head around, looking through the crowd.
Gideon wanted nothing more than to speak with his brother without the two girls hanging around, but at least knew better than to ask. Fabian was watching the three of them with laughter brimming in his eyes, even as Meg, laughing subtly, greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. Extricating his arm from Renee's grasp, Gideon placated her with a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I'll be right back, I need to talk to the team for a minute."
He left the two brooms on the ground at Fabian's feet and he and Meg made their way toward Sanders and Victor, stopping every few steps to say hello to the children that raced around the field.
Before they reached the team, Gideon spotted Southwood and Kingsley approaching.
As soon as the match was declared over, Kingsley and Southwood went down the steps, Kingsley's eyes not leaving the red-haired man down on the field, surrounded by women. Well, by two. He wondered if they would have a catfight over Gideon; that would be awesome to watch.
The Arrows manager was speaking with Victor and Sanders, and Meg wanted to listen. She straightened up from answering the latest barrage of questions from the children playing around her and turned to find Gideon.
Confused by the silly grin on his face, since he wasn't looking at the opposing team at all, she followed his stare until she saw Kingsley approaching with an older man. They looked enough alike to be related, so she assumed it was the grandfather Gideon briefly mentioned. Unsure what she should do for the moment, she paused, hesitating between leaving Gideon alone with him or saying hello to Kingsley.
Walking with his eyes locked with Gideon's, Kingsley approached Meg and Gideon and introduced them to his grandfather. Ever the gentleman, Southwood kissed Meg's hand and congratulated her on catching the Snitch, "Even if it meant my team's defeat." Turning to Gideon, he continued, "You played a very good game, Gideon. It was a well-deserved victory."
Kingsley had waved hello to Gideon and Meg and had remained silent, watching Gideon with a half-smile.
Counting silently, she wondered how long until Gideon realized that the gentleman had spoken to him. He stood there, smirking at Kingsley as if waiting for something. Finally, rolling her eyes, Meg answered for him.
"Gideon says thank you, sir. Your congratulations mean the world to him." Stepping closer, she bumped into Gideon's shoulder, making him turn. Blinking, Gideon shook Southwood's hand. "Thank you, sir. Sorry, I must have hit my head or something up there."
Sliding closer to Kingsley, Meg whispered, "Something's hit him over the head all right."
Kingsley looked at Meg quizzically. He had no idea what had been said during the few minutes he'd been there. "What hit him?" he asked. He didn't remember seeing Gideon being hit by anything at all during the game.
She couldn't help it; laughing out loud she answered, "Another obtuse man."
When she saw that Kingsley didn't get it immediately, and that his grandfather was eyeing her after her loud outburst, she lowered her voice, "Don't worry. Nothing hit Gideon physically. He's as right as rain." Leaning closer she kissed Kingsley on the cheek, "The same as you, really."
She saw Sanders waving at them, "Kingsley, it was enjoyable seeing you again, but the team is calling us; we have to go. Mr. Shacklebolt, it was a pleasure to meet you."
Grabbing Gideon by the hand she whispered, "I assume you already made plans to meet him?" At his quick nod, she looked over her shoulder at Kingsley. "He'll have to meet you later, Kingsley. Sorry about this."
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Fabian approaching with the girlfriends. Oh, what she would give to watch Kingsley interact with Rina. Raina. Whatever her name was.
A little startled by the kiss Meg gave him, Kingsley nodded dumbly as Meg took Gideon away. His eyes automatically focused on Gideon's arse; this brought a few inconvenient, but rather pleasant, thoughts to his mind, which were rudely interrupted by the annoying voice of Fabian, saying hello to his grandfather and introducing the two girls.
Fabian introduced Southwood as a retired Auror and father of his friend. He stumbled for a moment, unsure what to say about Kingsley, though the mental image that flashed through his mind would definitely go unsaid. Tempted to say he was only a fan, Fabian finally told them Kingsley was a friend of Gideon's.
It wasn't a term Gideon often used to describe people, but it was accurate. In all honesty, Gideon had few friends and several acquaintances. From what Fabian had seen, Gideon and Kingsley were friends, even if it was a friendship that Fabian couldn't approve. He forcibly blocked any further thoughts of Kingsley; they were still disturbing to him.
In the end, that was what made Fabian accept it. He trusted his brother to do the right thing, even if Fabian didn't agree with it. Fabian feared that he and Kingsley would never become friends, no matter how long this thing between him and Gideon lasted.
It was a shame, really; Fabian knew that Moody wanted to bring Kingsley into the Order once he finished Hogwarts. Fabian expected to spend a lot of time around Shacklebolt over the next few years.
Kingsley shook hands with Renee and Lydia and nodded to Fabian. He had noticed Fabian's hesitation in introducing him to the two women. Kingsley didn't quite understand why, though: it was obvious that he was Gideon's friend.
The group was making small talk and all that Kingsley wanted was to go away. Since Gideon had plans for that night, he had accepted an invitation for a gathering at Marlene's house. He decided to remind his grandfather of that – it was still very early, but at least it was a great excuse to get out of there. "Excuse me, Grandpa, but we should be going."
"Oh, that's right, son, you're going to Marlene's house." Turning to the others, he explained, "I'm sorry, but we must leave now. I shouldn't make Kingsley late for his date with his girlfriend."
It was useless to point out that Marlene was not his girlfriend. With a small smile, he bid goodbye to Fabian and the two women.
He wasn't surprised to find Fabian and the two girls waiting by themselves. He assumed Kingsley would be gone once they finished talking to Sanders and Victor. Meg, wanting to go home and shower before going to the pub, thanked Fabian for holding her broom and Disapparated.
Gideon wished he could do the same.
***
Renee didn't question his decision to return to his own flat to shower and change. Fabian didn't suggest that she go with him either, for which Gideon was grateful. He returned quickly, unwilling to leave her alone for too long with Lydia and Fabian. That would have been excessively cruel after sitting with them the whole game.
She was curled up on Fabian's sofa, alone, when Gideon arrived. He set his wand on the table next to it. "Don't tell me they're already in the bedroom," he said gently, sitting on the floor by her.
She grinned weakly, nodding.
"Do you want me to get them so we can go out?"
Renee shook her head, "Honestly? No. I'm not feeling so well."
"Do you need anything?"
"A glass of water and some sleep," she was clutching her stomach and Gideon grimaced. She didn't warn him away, therefore it probably meant that she was suffering from female trouble.
Looking up, she laughed at his expression, "I wouldn't have left home today, but I wanted to see you play. It's not often a girl gets invited to a Quidditch match."
Standing up, he kissed her cheek then fetched her a glass of water and some medicine Lydia apparently had left at Fabian's flat. Returning to her side, he looked at her askance when she picked herself up, patting the sofa beneath her head. Eventually he realized that she wanted him to sit.
Bored, but not willing to move when she seemed comfortable, he used his wand to levitate the wireless closer, tuning into the WWN. Gideon gently ran fingers through her short hair until she fell asleep.
***
Kingsley woke up on Sunday feeling strangely edgy. He'd had a great time at Marlene's, although it had been impossible to do anything more than some light snogging. There had been several other Hogwarts students there and they were all planning to go to his birthday party. With a mid-August birthday, Kingsley was the last underage wizard in his group of friends, and they were all planning to make him drunk that day.
He had other plans; he wanted to be quite sober for the memorable Gideon shagging. But his friends didn't have to know that.
As he was having breakfast with his parents, he was wondering how he'd get in touch with Gideon. He didn't want to Floo him, in case he walked in on Gideon and Renee. He hoped Gideon would get rid of her and Floo him. He had a great surprise for Mr. Prewett.
Gideon woke late on Sunday morning, confused for a moment. It was the first time he went on a date with Renee that ended with him sleeping alone. When Fabian and Lydia finally came out of his room, she had realized immediately what was wrong and shooed the men away, taking her best friend home.
After enjoying a leisurely cup of tea while reading the Daily Prophet, he checked the time, wondering if he could Floo Kingsley yet. What the hell, he thought, kneeling in front of the fireplace.
Kingsley jumped up when he heard the sound of the Floo and grinned, seeing Gideon's face. "Good morning! Did you sleep well?" Then, with a mischievous tone, he continued, "Or did you sleep at all?"
Grinning in return, Gideon said, "I'll have you know I slept in my flat, which means I slept alone, thank you. I'd ask about yours, but I surely don't need the details." Fabian had made it clear that Kingsley also had a date that night.. Gideon believed his brother was being protective, even though he had an odd way of showing it.
But on to more interesting matters. "Where do you want to meet? And when?"
"Hey, I, too, slept at my house," Kingsley said, laughing out loud. "And alone. Anyway, movies, yeah? Why don't we meet for lunch at the Leaky Cauldron at one? The film starts at three-ish." He seemed to think for a minute, looked around to make sure he was alone and whispered, "And, Mr. Prewett, leave those damn pants at home this time."
Rolling his eyes, Gideon only said, "Maybe. If you promise to make it worthwhile." He ended the Floo call and set about straightening up his flat with a swish of his wand. Gideon hesitated at the threshold of his bedroom; it could use cleaning as well. Weighing the benefits and stupidity of such an act, it took him a long time to decide which choice to make.
***
Apparating outside the Leaky Cauldron, Gideon smoothed his green t-shirt flat across his stomach. He was still uncomfortable in Muggle clothing.
***
Singing a happy tune, Kingsley squeezed into black jeans and a white t-shirt. He really hoped Gideon had heeded his advice and left the pants at home. Kingsley had great plans for this movie date.
At a few minutes to one he stepped into the Floo, crying out, The Leaky Cauldron!
Walking into the pub as Kingsley handed Tom his cloak, Gideon waved to him, taking a table in the corner. It was strange to realize how much his day came into focus as they sat down. As if he'd been waiting for this. Shrugging off the girlish thoughts, Gideon ordered lunch, not paying attention in the slightest to what he asked for.
As soon as the waitress left with their order, Kingsley leered at Gideon. "So, pantsless, I hope?"
"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Stretching his legs under the table, Gideon batted Kingsley's foot playfully. "Besides, if I am, what are you going to do about it?"
"Do you really want to know? We could skip the movie and go straight to your flat and I'd show you," Kingsley said suggestively. Then, in mock horror, he slapped his forehead, "Oh, no, we can't. Fabian will surely barge in."
Laughing loudly, Gideon threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. Finally getting his mirth under control, he said, "I can guarantee you that will never happen again. I think Fabian is still traumatized."
The waitress returned with their food, effectively ending that conversation. Gideon ate his lunch, enjoying the silly banter between them. Gideon was comfortable with this; he enjoyed Kingsley's company. Leaving money on the table for the bill, he said, "We have all afternoon. Let's go to the movie first. I'm curious to know what you picked out this time."
Stretching out his still-growing bones, Kingsley answered with a deadpan face, "It's a great movie. Very inspirational. You'll see." Moving his shoulders to one side and then another, to work out kinks, he walked out of the pub in front of Gideon, making sure that his arse, clad in the tight black jeans, was in full view of Mr. Prewett.
Gideon watched him walk away, "You can stop wiggling, Shacklebolt, you've got my attention." Itching to get his fingers under that shirt and help work the kinks out, Gideon shoved his hands in his pockets. He followed Kingsley to the Tube, walking behind him most of the way since Kingsley seemed intent to show him what he was missing.
I'm not going to survive this movie without touching him, Gideon thought.
The platform was almost empty on that early Sunday afternoon. Kingsley looked at both sides, ascertaining that no one was looking in their direction. He swiftly put his hand on Gideon's neck, bringing him closer and saying, right before kissing him on the mouth, "I've been dying to do this in public."
"You are a damn tease," Gideon said as Kingsley stepped away, wondering if it wasn't too late to skip the movie. Too bad that thought led somewhere he didn't want to go, or he would Apparate them out of Muggle London then and there.
"Anything else you've been wanting to try? In case I can help with those too?" he teased.
"I beg your pardon," Kingsley answered in mock effrontery. "I'm most certainly not a tease. If it depended on me, we'd have gone all the way a long, long time ago." He pretended to think for a moment, cocking his head to the side. "Anything else you can help me with, Mr. Prewett? Hmm… I've also wanted to have sex in public. Game?"
He raised his hands as if to fend off a blow, "All right," Gideon conceded. "You're correct, it's my fault. And you know the answer to that." He shook his head; he knew better than to ask leading questions like that. "Give me a month, and I will."
He followed Kingsley onto the underground; they were taking a different route than last time. Unquestioning, Gideon didn't pay attention to their destination. His mind was running through vivid images of Kingsley in his flat and what he wanted to do to him. Unable to keep a smirk from his face, he watched Kingsley, eyeing him lewdly.
He was tempted to forgo the whole movie by this point and take him home. Sighing, he turned away, thinking instead about the first time they saw a movie and what happened in the alley directly following it. Then running into Mac afterwards, which gave Gideon the sobering thoughts he needed to ignore his hormones.
Kingsley hoped that Gideon wouldn't notice that they were going in a different direction. He started a conversation about Star Wars to distract Gideon. At one point, as they walked right past the side street where Shaft was, he wondered if Gideon would say anything, or at least ask why they were going to a movie in the gay area of Muggle London.
Gideon seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, though, not even noticing that all the moviegoers were male. Kingsley quickly paid for the tickets and motioned Gideon to follow him inside the theater.
It wasn't very full, and they sat roughly in the center. A few men passed by, looked at the two of them sitting together and moved on.
The lights dimmed and the show started.
At first Gideon was surprised by the corny dialogue - were most Muggle movies that bad?
Until the men kissed.
Then stripped.
Then… oh dear Merlin, he was going to kill the imp. Slowly and painfully.
After he fucked him.
Shocked that the movie existed, then more shocked that Kingsley dragged him to it, Gideon was torn between need and anger. The actions were crass and lewd, but he couldn't take his eyes off the screen.
At one point, Kingsley put his hand on Gideon's thigh, and Gideon actually growled at him, unable to form coherent words. Unwilling to look at him.
Bloodless fingers were clenched into the arms of the chair, his grip tight enough to make his arms shake. All he could think was that he wanted Kingsley like that, trembling beneath him, head buried in his bed, Gideon riding him with balls buried up to his ample bum.
Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, Kingsley thought, moving his hand off Gideon's thigh quickly when he heard the other man growl. Gideon's eyes were fixed on the screen, not even looking at Kingsley. Observing Gideon out of the corner of his eyes, Kingsley thought that the film was quite hot, but Gideon's reaction was maybe a tad too intense.
He'd hoped that Gideon would be inspired by the gay porn movie and maybe engage in some action in the theater. A blow job, perhaps. This was the reason for his insistence in "no pants."
Instead, he was also sitting stiffly on his seat, watching two blokes at it on the screen and wishing that it was him on top, fucking Gideon relentlessly.
Once Kingsley let go of him, Gideon relaxed enough to realize that Kingsley was watching him more than he watched the movie. Gideon supposed his reaction was over the top, but damnit, Kingsley bringing him here was out of line.
Also, they were not alone in the theater, there were several other couples scattered through the darkened room. Most of whom you could see only one of the men - and the one you could see wasn't paying much attention to the film.
Halfway through the movie, Gideon couldn't take it any longer. Stressed from the desire to either push Kingsley's head into his lap, or climb onto Kingsley's lap, Gideon stood and took his hand. Pulling him into the empty hall leading out of the theater, he wrapped both arms around him and kissed him thoroughly.
"Are you coming home with me or not?"
"FUCK YES!" Kingsley shouted. After all, this was exactly what he had hoped for, but thought it'd be a very remote possibility. "Let's go NOW!" he continued, hoping that Gideon would Apparate them both.
"Hang on," he murmured, Apparating them to the same point outside his flat as last time. He didn't bother untangling their bodies, half carrying, half pulling a compliant Kingsley down the hall toward his door. Opening it quickly, not caring who might see them, he pushed both of them inside and slammed it shut.
Finding his own arms was aggravating, getting Kingsley to let go long enough to pull the shirt over his head, worse. Gideon felt like they were one body with two heads and four arms. Even pressed up against each other, frantically snogging, wasn't enough.
Complaining under his breath, Gideon pushed Kingsley away, motioning to the sofa.
"No," Kingsley said, surprising him.
"Er, pardon?"
"Bedroom," Kingsley said adamantly.
Considering what happened last time, Gideon knew he should agree instantly. When he didn't, Kingsley sighed loudly and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the only hall in the flat.
It was bound to happen, and the fact that it was Kingsley who was the first visitor there didn't surprise Gideon much. He pointed to the right and Kingsley went inside his room, pulling Gideon behind him, who slammed another door shut.
Grabbing him, Gideon whirled them around, pressing Kingsley against the door. He took his hands and pushed them up, holding them against the top of the doorframe, and pressed his body against Kingsley.
"Kiss me," he said brokenly.
Gideon didn't have to ask twice; Kingsley attacked his mouth frantically, while his hands had found the waistband of Gideon's jeans. Not as tight as his own, Kingsley could fit a few fingers inside and found out, to his immense glee, that there were no pants! He quickly undid the button and zipper and cupped Gideon's cock and balls with his hands.
"Finally," Gideon muttered as Kingsley touched him, "We haven't had this in too long."
"We haven't had it at all," Kingsley teased, pushing him backwards toward the bed.
Wiggling free of Kingsley's hands, Gideon fell back onto his bed, pushing his clothes off, "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "Strip."
With a smirk, Kingsley asked, "Want a strip-tease, Mr. Prewett? Just for you?" He started wiggling his hips and slowly unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, lowering them slowly while humming a sexy tune.
Laughing, Gideon leaned back on his elbows with his legs spread and enjoyed the view. "Just think," he teased, "If you don't make it as an Auror, I'm sure you could find a good paying job with your moves. Probably in those movies."
Leaning forward, he watched the jeans fall slowly to the floor. Kingsley kicked them off and stepped closer. Putting his hands on Kingsley's hips to hold him still, Gideon took him deep in his mouth, sucked in and out twice, and let go.
"Get in my bed, Shacklebolt."
Cross eyed as Gideon sucked him, Kingsley nonetheless got his wits back and fell on top of Gideon, kissing him on the mouth, holding him down and pushing their bodies together.
This was an excellent turn of events and he hoped that Gideon had been turned on enough by the movie to stop the nonsense about his being underage. He wanted really serious sex that afternoon.
Wrapping both legs around him, Gideon moaned as Kingsley pushed down, rubbing their cocks together. He pulled him closer, thrusting up for more friction as he dug his heels into the back of Kingsley's thighs.
Willing to break any stupid law to complete this, Gideon rolled them over, unwrapping his legs. He pushed himself up onto his knees, ignoring the loss of friction and Kingsley's complaints, and wrapped his hand around their cocks, rubbing them together. Almost to the point of finishing, he stopped and pulled away, taking a deep breath, he settled on the bed beside Kingsley.
Putting one hand on Kingsley's hip, he pulled him toward him, "Roll over."
Roll over? Despite being turned on like never before, Kingsley's brain still managed to register the unusual demand. "What for?" he asked.
Gideon rubbed his hand in circles on Kingsley's hip, slowly moving it closer to the cleft in his arse. He kissed him again, teasing him with his tongue, "I just want to touch you."
Nodding, Kingsley turned his back to Gideon. He was still a little uneasy about it, but touching was good. Very good.
"Such a nice body," Gideon muttered under his breath, hoping Kingsley didn't hear it. He sat up, throwing one leg over the back of Kingsley's calves, running hands across his lower back and the top of his arse. Hunching over, he licked the small of Kingsley's back, gathering the drops of sweat with his tongue.
Kneading the soft flesh where it joined thigh muscles, Gideon followed the path with his teeth, marking him. Images from the movie still fresh in his mind, Gideon worked his hands inward, following with his teeth until he hovered above spot he wanted to touch.
"Kingsley, may I?"
Eyes closed, gasping with each breath, his body shivering with the touch of Gideon's hands, tongue and teeth, Kingsley groaned "Yes," having no idea what he was agreeing to. Whatever it was. All he wanted was for Gideon never to stop teasing him like that.
Thankful for the yes, Gideon pushed against Kingsley's arse with hands and mouth, shifting Kingsley's body further onto the bed. Lying between his spread legs, Gideon draped his chest across Kingsley's backside, scratching broken fingernails down his back, following the marks with his tongue.
He moved further down, still kneading Kingsley's trembling body until his mouth hovered above the cleft again. With quick fingers, he pulled the flesh apart and buried his tongue between there, rubbing Kingsley hard.
Feeling Gideon's tongue inside his arse, something he'd heard about, seen in porn movies and done to a few blokes, but never felt, Kingsley snapped his head back and gave out a strangled cry of "What the fuck are you doing?" at the same time clenching his buttocks together.
Gideon backpedaled fast, stilling his hands on Kingsley's back. He moved his fingers back and forth, trying to calm the obviously agitated man beneath him.
"Kissing you."
Surprised by Kingsley's glare, Gideon continued, "Don't tell me you don't know what rimming is."
"Of course I do," Kingsley answered, a little calmer, but still agitated. "Just that…" He stopped abruptly, not sure if he should confess that, although he'd rimmed people before, no one had ever done that to him.
Either Kingsley hated it or he'd never had it done to him. Wiggling free of his clenched legs, Gideon crawled up Kingsley's back, gently kissing him along the way, until his chin rested on Kingsley's shoulder. Wrapping both arms underneath Kingsley's, Gideon kissed his earlobe.
It was very uncomfortable, plastered across Kingsley's curved back, his cock bent oddly, rubbing against the back of Kingsley's balls. But he loved the contact of so much skin touching, his legs on the bed between Kingsley's. He squeezed his arms, arching Kingsley back, closer to him.
Cocking his head to the side, he kissed the corner of Kingsley's mouth, licking it until Kingsley turned his head and kissed him, awkward with the odd angle.
Gideon bit his jaw, sliding backwards until he could run his tongue around the curve of Kingsley's ear, caressing it. He whispered, "Let me kiss you. I want to make you come with my tongue buried in you. I want to touch you."
In Kingsley's mind, being rimmed was a prelude to being fucked. He knew that the blokes he'd done it to had gone crazy with the feeling. He also remembered that Santini, who'd never bottomed and never would, had been rimmed and had loved it.
Besides, Gideon's body glued to his, the friction of his cock against his arse and his whispered words gave him no other option than to groan, "All right." He could always ask Gideon to stop if he didn't like it. Consent was high on Kingsley's list.
Gideon leaned over and pulled a container of lube from the nightstand next to the bed. At Kingsley's shocked expression and stiff body, Gideon shook his head, "It's not what you think."
Kissing him again, Gideon said, "Nothing but my tongue, I swear to you."
"Then why the lube?" Kingsley asked sharply.
"I want to get you off with my hand, that's it."
Kingsley frowned at him, but nodded. Gideon slid back down his body. He set the lube on the bed away from Kingsley's skin, worried it might touch him and upset him. Beginning over, trying to control his own excitement at the prospect of this, Gideon ran his hands across Kingsley's back. Gideon kissed his sides and bit each place he kissed, leaving more marks across Kingsley's skin.
Hopefully they would fade before Kingsley got into bed with someone else. Not that anyone else saw this side of him. Gideon, even without asking, was sure that he was the first to travel this path.
He waited until Kingsley relaxed beneath him before moving lower and licking his buttocks. Using his hands on the back of Kingsley's knees, he pushed his hips into the air, making room for him to reach Kingsley's cock.
Kingsley tensed again, but complied and Gideon kissed lower, reaching the tender skin under his arse where it joined his thighs. Sucking hard, he left another mark on the back of his leg, alternating between licking and biting as he reached for the lube.
Warming it with trembling fingers, Gideon reached between Kingsley's legs and wrapped his hand around his cock. Stroking gently, Gideon licked closer to the juncture of his legs and buried his nose in the back of Kingsley's balls.
Sucking one in his mouth, Gideon played with the foreskin, stroking harder as he hummed.
Gay sex for Kingsley had never been like that. With his partners at school, or with the blokes he met at gay bars, it was usually a matter of a little kissing, then a quick blow or hand job and an even quicker shag. Sometimes, with a little more time, a little more foreplay, but nothing as intense as this. Nobody had ever touched him the way that Gideon was doing. Kingsley was used to arousing girls like that, but not blokes. It was as if Gideon felt that he had to seduce him, make him willing.
He was enjoying every little thing that Gideon was doing to him. It was sensual and careful, tender almost. Not what he was used to. It was only this sense of discovery of his own body that prevented him from coming as soon as Gideon started sucking on his balls.
Kingsley realized that he had a lot of sexual experience, but knew very little about the art of seduction. For the first time in his life, he wasn't having sex – he was being made love to. And for the first time in his life he felt that he had to make his partner feel exactly the same thing.
Gideon could feel Kingsley relax and accept what was happening. He loved that moment of trust; they were as rare for him as he assumed they were for Kingsley. He'd done this before with men, but it was for his own enjoyment, not the act of prolonging sex. Of course, he'd never been with a man he couldn’t just have sex with.
Letting go with his mouth, Gideon moved his other hand closer, pulling away one side as he licked him softly with his tongue. Quickening the pace of his other hand on Kingsley's cock, he rotated his slick fingers around and back and forth, wanting to make him come.
With his tongue, he circled the rim teasingly, back and forth, up and down, and barely, barely, in and out. He pressed his tongue flat against the outside, rubbing hard as his hand sped up, then pulled his tongue away and blew softly, only to plunge his tongue inside briefly and pull out, biting the tender skin around it.
Changing back and forth between kissing, licking and biting, Gideon pulled faster with his other hand until Kingsley groaned. Plunging his tongue inside one last time, Gideon teased him and stroked Kingsley's balls with gentle fingers until Kingsley collapsed on the bed with a groan.
Laughing, Gideon pulled himself away, lying next to him on the bed.
"Enjoyed that, did you, Imp?"
Kingsley didn't even notice that he was about to come, so lost he was in the myriad of new feelings. He didn't want to come; he didn’t want Gideon to stop what he was doing with his tongue and fingers.
But he couldn't hold any longer and came with a outrush of something more than sperm. As Gideon rolled off him and laughed, asking him whether he had enjoyed it, Kingsley realized that he had loved it, but the whole experience had made him feel strangely detached from himself. It was something so new and so difficult to understand that, instead of answering "Yes" emphatically, he simply nodded and moved away from Gideon.
He just wanted to get out of that bed, out of that flat and be back in the safety of his own bedroom. Whatever had happened, in spite of being wonderful, had scared him. It was simple and understandable with the other blokes; it was complex and mysterious with Gideon.
He quickly got out of bed, saying, "I…I gotta go. Running late."
Well. If nothing else, Kingsley surprised him again. The expression on his face was something Gideon didn't understand at all. His first response was to call him back, and Gideon felt it so strongly that he bit his tongue instead of speaking.
Ignoring any feeling that might be described as hurt, Gideon watched Kingsley gather his clothes without looking at him once. Torn between the desire to not let him leave, and anger that Kingsley was running, Gideon chose passivity and did nothing.
As Kingsley was about to put his jeans on, he realized that he was a bit messy. Once again he cursed the inability to do magic out of school. One month, he thought, and then remembered that in one month he and Gideon would be able to – what? Have sex? In one month? And what was it that they had just had? This wasn't playing under the bleachers. The only thing they hadn't done was real fucking – with cocks. Gideon's tongue had fucked him. With a shudder, he realized that he'd have let Gideon do whatever he wanted a few minutes ago. If Gideon had wanted to fuck him seriously, Kingsley knew he wouldn't be able to say no.
He'd always been the one with the control. That afternoon he'd seen how easy it was to lose control. It wasn't a sobering thought. He'd have to talk to Santini about it.
Without looking at Gideon, he made a grimace and pulled the jeans up. There might be a questioning look from Lucille when she washed it, but he knew she wouldn't mention anything to his parents and would probably blame one of the girls. He looked around for his t-shirt and remembered it had been left in the living-room, at a moment where everything was still fine and according to the rules. Not after all this had happened.
Finally he raised his eyes and met Gideon's, who was watching him in silence. "Erm…I have to be home soon; the movie must've ended by now." The movie! That was it. That was the reason for Gideon's strange behavior, he decided. Trying to speak and think about why the movie would've triggered all that, he started blabbering. "I've got to be home for dinner and you know, I have to hail a cab to get to the Leaky Cauldron. There's a lot of traffic at this time and I can't be late." Not receiving any answer from Gideon, who was still watching him with an odd expression, he went on, "And sometimes you get this car that's just inching ahead of you, probably driven by an old person. Old people can't drive very well and –" He stopped in his tracks. He was blabbing like a silly child. And he remembered that he didn't have to take Muggle transportation at all. "Or I can just Floo home, I suppose," he added weakly.
Sighing, Gideon stood up and crossed the room. Physically turning Kingsley around, he pushed him toward the loo and said, "Take a shower first, it will only take a moment. Then give me your jeans, I'll Scourgify them before you go."
He thought that if Kingsley left, he'd probably never be back. Whatever else Gideon wanted, he didn't want that. When Kingsley didn't move, Gideon smiled at him and gently pushed him into the loo. "I'll make you a deal, Shacklebolt. You let me do what I wanted, next time you come back, I'll let you do whatever you want."
Kingsley nodded, smiling tentatively at Gideon. He then took his jeans off and handed them to Gideon, saying, "Thanks for Scourgifying them.
Right before going into the bathroom, he turned around and finally looked straight at Gideon, before adding, "And Gideon? I did enjoy it. A lot."
"I’m glad," he said. As soon as Kingsley turned the water on, Gideon gathered his scattered clothes and dressed. He was uncomfortable but he could live with it until alone again.
It took seconds to organize the mess in his room. Once the bedspread was straightened, the lube put away and Kingsley's jeans carried out, there was no way to tell anything had happened. He stood in the doorway a moment, wondering why it looked so…sterile, but shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought.
Grabbing something to drink, he wandered around the kitchen for a moment until he realized he was pacing. Which was ridiculous. He needed to sit and think about something else until Kingsley was gone, that was all. Lying down on the sofa with his bare feet propped over the side, he threw Kingsley's clothes on the coffee table and closed his eyes, waiting.
Kingsley took a long shower, thinking about what he would do. He remembered that Gideon hadn't come at all and felt quite rotten about it. He'd been so confused that he'd forgotten one of his golden rules.
He turned the water off; he needed to talk to his cousin. His parents wouldn't be home that night and he'd have time to speak to Santini freely. With a little pang in his heart, he remembered that he'd planned to stay with Gideon until late; instead, he was running home.
He dried himself, walked naked to the living room and saw Gideon lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. He approached him, bent down and kissed Gideon softly on the lips.
Startled by the kiss even though he heard Kingsley approaching, Gideon jumped, bumping their heads. Sitting up, he stretched his arms up and back over his head then swung his legs around to rest them on the table next to Kingsley's clothes.
"Sorry about that," he said, rubbing his forehead, looking elsewhere to avoid ogling Kingsley's body.
Kingsley straightened up and rubbed his head, too, grinning. "You're really hard-headed, Mr. Prewett." He watched Gideon for a moment and then sat down next to him. "Gideon, I'm…I'm sorry. I completely forgot about getting you off, too." He gave off a wry laugh. "It's pretty rich of me, I suppose, after making all that fuss the other time."
He stopped, waiting for Gideon's reaction. He knew how bad it was to be left wanting and, most of all, he wanted to do something. At that point in time, confused about what happened to him, the farthest thing from his mind was to fuck Gideon. It would be too intense and he didn’t know if he could do it properly.
But he knew that he could give Gideon a mighty good blowjob.
Gideon silently gave up on predicting Kingsley's reactions; every time he thought he understood something, the imp would surprise him. He was shocked Kingsley kissed him, then talked at all. Gideon had expected him to dress and leave via the Floo immediately. However, one truth deserved another, "I think that if I move, I'll do something you'll regret, Shacklebolt."
Lacing his hands behind his head, he eyed Kingsley approvingly. It would take a full body bind to keep him from touching Kingsley if he was offering what Gideon thought - hoped - he was offering.
At the same time, Gideon wanted Kingsley to stay and take care of it for him. It was a much better option than going it alone in the loo. He wondered briefly if Kingsley knew how tempting he looked, sitting there naked. Gideon was thankful for the amount of self-control he had, or else Kingsley might regret not dressing quicker. As it was, Gideon knew he couldn't hide the look in Kingsley's eyes as he stared at him.
"Then I guess you won't be moving at all," Kingsley answered, standing up and facing Gideon, watching him stare at his naked body. Then he moved slowly, bent down and opened Gideon's trousers, sliding them down his body. He noticed gladly that Gideon was half-hard – he loved bringing cocks to hardness with his mouth.
With a wicked grin, he positioned himself between Gideon's legs and started licking his thigh, slowly going up until he could take one of his balls in his mouth. He felt Gideon's hand on his head, trying to push him down, and he stopped sucking to say, "Nope. No moving. Not at all. Hands behind your head, Mr. Prewett."
Groaning, Gideon complied, humored and turned on at the same time. Locking his fingers as commanded, he spread his legs further apart, sliding to the edge of the sofa. He'd never paid attention to how erotic someone could look nestled between his legs.
Nor did he ever want to touch someone as much.
Suddenly wishing that Kingsley wasn't in a hurry to leave startled him. Gideon was getting used to having the imp around. It was rare to find someone he enjoyed spending time with in and out of bed.
And speaking of in bed, whatever Kingsley just did made Gideon gasp with pleasure and stop thinking.
"Again," he said hoarsely.
Sucking on the sensitive skin right behind Gideon's balls, Kingsley was feeling very satisfied. He could take his time in pleasuring Gideon and hopefully make him come as hard as he had that afternoon. He didn't want to rush home and talk to Santini right then.
Later all he would remember was Kingsley's satisfied grin. Between concentrating on keeping his hands to himself, and keeping his eyes uncrossed, Gideon lost track of everything except the feel of Kingsley's mouth on his cock.
He remembered the smile, and he thought he said goodbye as Kingsley went through the Floo. He didn't remember much else, or how he ended up asleep back in his bed.