Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the AWDT prompt, “Would you like the red or the white, sir?” Two men on the road to Heaven. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we certainly don't have as much fun as they do.
Apparating home to clean up and change before joining his teammates to celebrate their win, Gideon knelt in front of the fireplace and left a message with Lucille for Kingsley. He was positive Kingsley had told him that he had some family function that morning.
They had beaten the Ballycastle Bats after a three-hour game and he was tired. It was awkward kneeling there, waiting for Lucille to answer. Some days he felt like an old man and not a twenty-one year old, especially after their grueling week on yet another mission. Fabian was still gone, and Gideon hoped to hear from him tomorrow. Fabian had forbidden him from returning to his side following the game.
Kingsley was brutally woken up at the unmentionable hour of ten-thirty a.m. by his twin female cousins, Theodora and Cecilia, knocking at his bedroom door and yelling for him to get out of bed. He tried to cover his head with his pillow, but the two girls actually opened the door and barged in, giggling madly.
"Hey," he yelled, sitting up in bed, "you girls can't come into my bedroom like that. I'm not wearing pajamas."
Theodora replied testily, "We won't be seeing anything we haven't seen before. Get up, Kingsley. We need your help."
"What for?" he replied, yawning. His cousins were ace, actually, and he wouldn't mind helping them.
"We need to go to this lunch and disappear right afterwards. We're meeting two hot blokes at four. You have to ask us to do something – go to the movies or whatever, so we can take off."
Kingsley's sharp brain immediately developed a quick plan. "No problem. I have plans myself."
"Oooh, with whom?" they asked in unison. The fifteen-year old twins always did that, and Kingsley thought it was very funny.
"With a friend. Not sure what we'll be doing – maybe go to a Muggle bar." He conveniently omitted the fact that it would be a gay bar. He wanted to take Gideon to Heaven.
"Male friend or a girlfriend?"
"A bloke."
"Kingsley Shacklebolt," Cecilia said, in mock admonition, "you dog! I bet you two will be going to a bar to pick up girls! Is he good looking?"
He's hot as hell Kingsley thought. "He's all right," he answered simply, avoiding the other part of her question. "But too old for you girls. He's twenty-one."
"Twenty-one? That's really old," Theodora said, wrinkling her nose, and Cecilia nodded.
No, it's a perfect age; he can do everything he wants, Kingsley thought. He didn't comment, but swung his long legs off his bed and walked to his bathroom clad in his boxers, while the twins left his bedroom giggling and making plans for their dates.
***
A little later, when Kingsley went down for a quick breakfast, Lucille told him that Gideon had Floo'ed him. With a quick glance at Theodora and Cecilia, he told his aunt and uncle that he would be going to the movies with a friend and was wondering if the girls could go with him.
He was glad they didn't start giggling when their parents agreed. Excusing himself, he went to the living-room, closed the door, and placed the Floo call to Gideon's flat.
Still nervous about his brother, Gideon jumped when he heard the Floo call as he stepped out of the loo. Hoping it was Fabian, he knelt quickly; he frowned when he realized it wasn't, but hid it behind a small smile. "Hey! Good morning."
Kingsley noticed the frown and the tight smile. "Anything the matter?" It seemed that Gideon was expecting another Floo caller. Kingsley hoped it wasn't Meg.
"Not really. I had to come back for the match and Fabian's still on our mission, I don't like leaving him alone." He shook his head, "I know he'll be fine, but the git's still my brother."
He smiled for real finally, "So, are we making plans today?"
Sighing in relief, Kingsley said, "I have to go to my cousin's baby's christening soon. After the ceremony there'll be a luncheon, but I should be free by four o'clock. Hopefully before then. My twin cousins have a date and I'm covering for them, so I said we'll be going to the movies." Wiggling his eyebrows, he continued, "There's another club I'd like to take you to. Heaven. Are you game?" He hoped that Gideon would catch that they should have a lot of time between four and the late night hour to go to the club.
Now that was a distraction he wouldn't mind, "Sounds great, come on through when you're free. Bring your cousins and they can leave from here if you like."
"No. We'll Floo to the Leaky Cauldron, I'll see them off and then I'll Floo to your flat." Theodora and Cecilia would be fine without him and he didn't want any distractions. The girls were smart enough not to stay out too late and would go home after their date. Kingsley would, as usual, sleep at his grandfather's. He had no hopes of spending the night with Gideon.
"All right," he said, signing off.
Gideon joined his teammates for a late breakfast in the pub. It was nice, and he did the obligatory celebration bit for an hour before going home. Needing to distract himself, yet unwilling to take up with the man in the booth, Gideon opted to leave the pub.
He realized it would be a long afternoon if Kingsley was coming over that early. Gideon knew he had a mission report to write up - Fabian hated doing that kind of work. Figuring he had a better frame of mind today than tomorrow - especially after a late night out - he settled at his desk once he reached home to work on it.
***
Gideon stretched, sitting up from the desk. He hated feeling like an old man, but he really needed a nap. The more practical part of his brain reminded him the sleep would do him good, even in the middle of the afternoon. Gideon ignored it.
Stomach growling, he searched his refrigerator for something simple to make.
Kingsley had dressed nicely for the christening; jackets were not required for a fine summer morning, so he'd planned to wear khaki pants and a polo shirt. Now that he and Gideon would be going to Heaven, he reconsidered his choice.
Theodora and Cecilia had told him they were wearing trendier mini-skirts and tops under the nice dress they had donned for the party. They were carrying handbags large enough to stuff the dresses into once they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. But Kingsley couldn't do that, so he opted for a stylish pair of white jeans and the polo shirt. He gave Theodora a tight black sleeveless t-shirt for her to carry for him. He'd get it from her at the Leaky Cauldron.
The ceremony and the luncheon went through smoothly. Kingsley talked to Santini most of the time and invited him to go dancing with him and Gideon. Santini, however, had to work that night at San Mungo and would be leaving to Italy right after the luncheon..
At half past three, the girls signaled to Kingsley that it was time to leave. Thankfully, no-one asked to join them – the older cousins wouldn't deign to go out with the teenagers.
***
As soon as they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, the girls gave Kingsley a kiss and his shirt and disappeared into the bathroom, to take off the nice dresses and touch up their make-up. Kingsley, also in a hurry, stepped back into the Floo, to go to Gideon's flat.
He realized after eating that it was possible Kingsley might be hungry, but hadn't saved him any of his late lunch. He charmed the dishes to clean themselves and walked out of the kitchen at the same time Kingsley came through the Floo.
Leaning against the doorframe, he checked out Kingsley's outfit; it was too nice for a bar, but he could see another shirt hanging from his hand.
"Shacklebolt," he said, grinning, remembering the last time he'd been in his flat.
"Mr. Prewett, what a pleasure to see you again," Kingsley said, throwing the shirt on the sofa and striding towards Gideon, enveloping him in a bear hug and kissing him thoroughly.
Suddenly glad for the doorframe behind him - his knees were a bit wobbly - Gideon said, "Wow. I like that hello. Can I have another?" Without waiting for an answer, he wiggled his fingers inside the top of Kingsley's jeans and pulled him against his hips.
No skirting around the plans for this afternoon, Gideon thought, kissing him again. "How was the christening?" he asked, finally pulling away, throwing his head back.
Mouth stuck against Gideon's neck, Kingsley stopped sucking just long enough to answer, "Fine."
Torn between shying away so he wouldn't leave a visible mark and the desire to let him do what he wanted, Gideon pulled on the collar of his t-shirt, shifting Kingsley to his collarbone.
Rubbing small circles in the small of Kingsley's back, he pushed his hips against Kingsley. "Are we going…" he winced as Kingsley sunk teeth in his shoulder, "to continue this in the doorway, or elsewhere?"
Damn. He liked that. Tilting Kingsley's head away from him with his free hand, he skimmed his teeth up Kingsley's neck, latching onto his earlobe. Teasing it with his tongue, Gideon stopped leaning against the wall, embracing Kingsley in return.
"Let's go to your bedroom," Kingsley managed to answer before groaning with the feel of Gideon's teeth on his earlobe.
Suddenly nervous, remembering what he told Kingsley last time, Gideon let go of him. Nodding without answering, he could only follow Kingsley as he grabbed his hand and led him.
Still coherent enough to worry about his brother, Gideon left the door open to hear the Floo and stopped in the middle of the room, waiting for Kingsley.
Grinning, Kingsley led Gideon towards the bedroom. He remembered very well what he heard last time – today he would be able to do anything he wanted to Gideon.
And what he wanted to do most of all was to fuck Gideon senseless.
Kingsley approached Gideon with a mischievous grin. With a swift movement, he took Gideon's shirt off and blinked when he saw the mark he'd left on his collarbone. He kissed it gently, then moved back and finished stripping Gideon's clothes, stepping back and admiring the sight in front of him.
And he waited.
"So," Gideon said softly, "do I help you, or wait for your commands?"
Laughing, Kingsley answered. "I'm magnanimous. You can choose."
Relaxing, Gideon smiled, "I don't obey very well, I'm afraid." Closing the distance between them, he kneeled onto the floor and pushed up Kingsley's shirt, kissing his stomach. As Kingsley pulled it off, Gideon tucked his fingers inside the front of his jeans, undoing them. He cupped one hand inside, gently moving the jeans away from skin to undo them.
Instead of taking them off, he draped his hands around Kingsley's hips, caressing skin while nuzzling his nose inside, licking Kingsley's stomach.
Eyes closed, threading his hand through Gideon's hair, Kingsley pulled his head closer and down towards the opening of his jeans. This was just what he wanted. He had great plans for that afternoon.
It seemed that Gideon could almost read his mind.
Enclosing Kingsley's hand, Gideon squeezed it shut and tugged. He liked the cross between pleasure and pain. He and Kingsley already toed the fine line between what constituted sex and what didn't, so why not add the pleasure of pain to it.
Teasing Kingsley with his long fingers, Gideon shimmied the jeans further down, rubbing small circles through wiry hair with his thumbs. Instead of opening his mouth, he licked the base of Kingsley's cock with his tongue, rubbing up and down slowly. Each stroke corresponded with little tremors from Kingsley. Teasingly, he kept massaging it until he could see the head extending out of the foreskin. Nibbling Kingsley's hard cock with his lips, Gideon worked his way to the end, loving the soft moans Kingsley made. Looking up, he grinned, waiting for Kingsley's hand to clench his hair harder and then engulfed him briefly.
Kingsley thrust his hips, going deeper into Gideon's mouth, holding Gideon's head in place, Gideon really gave great head. He could stay there and enjoy the feeling and eventually come into Gideon's mouth, but this wasn't what he wanted.
Pulling Gideon's hair, he moved his hips back and managed to pull his cock out of Gideon's mouth, through his clenched lips. Kingsley shook his head. "No, Mr. Prewett. You told me I could do whatever I wanted. Get up then, onto that bed, on your back, legs spread out and up in the air. Now!" As Gideon started to move up, with something like apprehension in his eyes, Kingsley decided to have some extra fun with him. "And where's that lube?"
Gideon stretched across the bed to open the drawer and pull it out. Without speaking, he rolled onto his back, laying it on top of the nightstand. Not quite willing to leave his legs flailing in the air, he laid still; hands interlaced on his stomach, and bent his legs, pulling his feet close to his backside while watching Kingsley remove his clothes.
In some ways, Gideon hoped Kingsley took the choice away from him; he was more than willing. He had taken Kingsley into his mouth enough times for his vivid imagination to know how good it would feel.
Standing naked in front of Gideon, Kingsley shook his head. "Not very obedient, are you, Mr. Prewett? I said 'legs up in the air,' didn't I?" With those words, he knelt on the bed, held each of Gideon's ankles with his hands and pulled his legs up. He cocked his head to one side and then to the other, ogling Gideon appreciatively and said, "This is by far your best angle," right before placing Gideon's legs on his shoulders and bending down to kiss him on the mouth.
Unfolding his hands, he wrapped one around Kingsley's neck, pulling himself up to meet the kiss. Sneaking his other hand between their bodies, Gideon twisted Kingsley's nipple.
"I guess you'll have to make me obey."
"Oh, I will," Kingsley said.
He lost himself in the kiss until his legs twinged from the uncomfortable position. Gideon tried to slide them down Kingsley's shoulders.
Noticing Gideon's grimace of discomfort, Kingsley moved Gideon's legs to his waist. "Better?" he asked, moving his mouth down Gideon's body and slowly sliding himself down.
"Yeah, thanks." Unsure what to do with his hands, Gideon threw them over his head, clinging to the brass bars in the headboard. Finally comfortable, he wrapped his legs tight around Kingsley, rubbing his cock against Kingsley's stomach.
He could feel the pressure building, and hated it. He wanted a chance to do… he didn't care… anything to Kingsley.
Still moving down, Kingsley released the grip of Gideon's legs against his waist, licking a path across Gideon's stomach and lower belly, sucking on the tip of the hard cock lying on top of soft curls, nipping at it, then licking down until he took one of Gideon's balls into his mouth.
"Fuck," Gideon moaned, shivering. Digging his heels into the bed, he pushed up, trying to raise his hips so Kingsley could reach better. He had wanted the foreplay; it was part of the reason he'd been so careful to arouse Kingsley last week. Sex usually consisted of quick fucks or soft kisses, depending on the gender, and it wasn't what he wanted here.
Either the man wasn't interested in pursuing anything gentle, or the woman wasn't interested in pursuing anything wild. This, with Kingsley, was juncture he wanted. Someone who played as hard as he fucked.
Legs shaking from the effort of holding still, Gideon flailed around, looking for pillows to shove under his hips. The longer Kingsley sucked, the more Gideon lost control. Finding Kingsley's fingers with one hand, he grabbed them, holding tight while he found the pillows with his other hand.
Kingsley used his free hand to help Gideon slide the pillow under his body, This was much better; he stopped sucking Gideon's balls and twirled his tongue around them, using the tip to tease.
He disengaged his fingers from the Gideon's grip and put both hands under Gideon's buttocks, pushing them up and pulling the cheeks apart. Staring unabashedly, he whispered, "Definitely your best angle," before thrusting his tongue inside Gideon's arse without any warning.
Tension finally leaving his body, Gideon relaxed, settling on his back, resting his bent legs on Kingsley's shoulder blades. This was what he wanted. He sighed, hands fisting in the sheets to keep from touching Kingsley.
Kingsley closed his eyes and let his tongue do everything his cock wanted to. He was trying to keep himself from moving – he couldn't come, not right then. He was also making a conscious effort not to touch Gideon's cock. Mr. Prewett couldn't come either.
With that thought, he suddenly knelt on the bed, stretched over Gideon and grabbed the lube from the desk, wiggling his eyebrows at Gideon, who had opened his eyes and was looking at him oddly. "Ready, Mr. Prewett?"
Surprised, Gideon swallowed hard. Watching Kingsley open the lube, Gideon didn't say anything. He'd promised the last time Kingsley was there that he'd let him do whatever he wanted.
Gideon had trusted that Kingsley wouldn't take the promise too far, that Kingsley wouldn't do something he blatantly didn't want to do. Knowing that Kingsley knew that, and hoping that his trust in him wasn't misplaced, Gideon watched him, "Ready," he said softly, hoping he wouldn't regret it.
Grinning, Kingsley opened the tube, looking at Gideon lasciviously. Finally, he had Gideon just the way he wanted: naked, on a bed, waiting to be fucked.
Yet, he knew he wouldn’t do it. Gideon would probably let him do it, because he had given his word, but Kingsley knew it wouldn’t be of his own free will. Nevertheless, it was amusing to see Gideon's reaction. He spread some of the lube on his middle finger and, his eyes never leaving Gideon's, put the tip of his finger barely inside Gideon's arse, wiggling it a bit, before suddenly withdrawing it, saying, "This will have to wait for a few more weeks." Then, in a swift movement he turned upside down next to Gideon, pulled him sideways so they were stretched against each other and whispered against Gideon's cock, "But this we can do right now," before taking Gideon's cock into his mouth.
Ignoring the thumping in his chest, whether from desperation or elation, Gideon didn't answer with words but motion. Resting his arm on the bed alongside Kingsley's leg, he sucked him in as deep as possible. Wrapping his other hand around Kingsley's hip – he was careful to keep his hand away from anything Kingsley might find uncomfortable – he stroked his fingers in small circles against Kingsley's back. Swirling his tongue around, Gideon carefully moved his head back and forth, senses overloading.
Sucking and teasing with his mouth and tongue, Kingsley put one of Gideon's legs over his shoulder and rubbed his hand on his arse, slowly moving it towards the crease, until he was able to put his oiled finger inside Gideon's body, tentatively at first, then more surely, in and out with the rhythm of his mouth.
At the same time, his hips never stopped moving, his cock wonderfully enveloped in Gideon's warm mouth.
"Don't stop that," Gideon said, pushing his hips back and forth between Kingsley's mouth and finger. With pressure on both sides, he could barely keep from coming. Reaching down, he grabbed himself at the base, squeezing tightly. He wanted Kingsley to finish first.
Kingsley was trying desperately to hold on and, for once, not come before Gideon. He tried to think about anything else but he knew it was a losing battle. He just had time to let go of Gideon's cock momentarily and yell, "Fuck, no!" before coming inside Gideon's mouth. After a second or two of panting, he took Gideon's cock into his mouth again, sucking harder and fucking Gideon with his finger faster.
He swallowed, letting go of his own cock to softly rub Kingsley's, sucking it gently. Pulling away, he rested his head on Kingsley's thigh as he came.
"Fuck, Kingsley," Gideon moaned, reaching back to hold his hand still. His body was too sensitive to bear any movement; he lay still, one arm stretched the length of Kingsley's legs, head resting on his thigh, leg propped over Kingsley's shoulder and his other hand still holding Kingsley's buried finger.
Lethargic from playing, Gideon let go of Kingsley's hand, wincing as it pulled free. Rolling around, Gideon pushed Kingsley onto his back and straddled his prone body. He kissed his jaw line, avoiding making eye contact, mumbling, "You are going to fuck me in a few weeks, aren't you?"
Eyes closed, moving his jaw to better accommodate Gideon's kisses, Kingsley nodded, saying, "Of course. My birthday gift."
"Oh good," Gideon teased, "then I'll not have to think of something to buy you." Suddenly realizing he was flirting, and even more so, hanging all over Kingsley, Gideon rolled to the side and stretched out on the bed.
"We've got a few hours before we hit the bar, yes?"
The lack of contact brought back the uneasiness of touching after sex. Kingsley immediately jumped off the bed, stretching his muscles and saying, "Quite a few, actually. And I'm starved. Do you have anything to eat?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, speaking fast, "I can make some really mean sandwiches. Do you want a sandwich? Don't get up, I can make them. Stay put. I'll be right back." He walked quickly out of the bedroom, running to the kitchen, where he rummaged in the refrigerator and cupboards, finally returning to the bedroom with two huge sandwiches and two large glasses of milk. "Good for you, Mr. Prewett, to replenish what we lost."
"Er, thanks," Gideon said, befuddled by the lightning mood changes. He had to admit they dealt with awkwardness rather well. That was part of the reason Gideon chose to not bring people home. Maybe it was because they were blokes, and sex wasn't so emotional for them.
Sitting up to eat his sandwich – how did Kingsley manage to find so many edible things in his kitchen? – he propped himself against the metal headboard, wincing from the cold.
"Like it?" Kingsley asked, after swallowing a large bite of his sandwich. The act of making the sandwiches had helped diffuse the awkwardness he felt around Gideon after sex. He thought it was odd – he'd never felt such things before, either with blokes or birds. This was another thing that he'd have to talk to Santini about. As soon as he thought that, he dismissed the idea: there was no reason to talk to Santini any more about Gideon. All the strangeness he felt was due to the fact that they had never shagged properly and there was always the sense of something missing and it would disappear soon.
"It's great, maybe you should think about becoming a chef instead of a musician." Now that he'd relaxed, his thoughts turned back to his brother again. Unable to help himself, Gideon kept glancing at his door, as if staring would tell him when Fabian was back.
"All right," Kingsley said, "what's wrong?"
He grinned sheepishly, "We spent the week tracking down a wizard who broke in the Ministry of Magic. It's normally not a job for Fabian, but he stole something related to the Dark Arts. That put him into my jurisdiction, and with the way things have been lately, Moody sent Fabian with me to find him."
"Is that where you were this past week?" At a nod from Gideon he continued, "And he hasn't returned yet, yeah?" Kingsley thought that Fabian was the greatest git in the world, but he knew that the man was a good Auror and a great fighter. Besides, his absence seemed to bother Gideon, and that made Kingsley hope for Fabian's quick and safe return.
"He's really not that bad," Gideon laughed at Kingsley's scowl. "I know he's an arse to you. It will change. Eventually." Or so Gideon hoped. Sometimes it was wiser to change the topic.
"I don't get this stupid wizard, though. You should have seen the trail he left. It's almost as if he wanted us to catch him," shaking his head, Gideon frowned. "Everyone has been crazy with this war, so I'm not sure if the bloke that broke in there was careless or stupid."
"Or maybe it was a distraction?" Kingsley wondered out loud. He enjoyed talking things over with his father. Sometimes McIntosh would bring in the details of an already solved case to Kingsley to see if his son could work things out. Father and son considered it good training.
He shut up as soon as he said that. Maybe Gideon didn't want any comments on his mission. Sometimes McIntosh was awfully secretive, too, and Kingsley had learned to know when not to butt in.
He changed the subject. "Yep, he's an arse, but I may be working with him soon."
"That makes more sense, but distracting us from what? Unless… they didn't expect Fabian and me. Any other wizard might not have been as cautious as us. It's something to think about, thanks. And I'm sure there's no maybe about that, Shacklebolt."
Gideon began asking him another question when he heard a noise in the other room. Grinning madly, he jumped off the bed assuming Kingsley wouldn't leave the room.
"Prewett!" he yelled, making Gideon turn around just as Kingsley threw some clothes at him. "You forgot these. Do you want to scare your caller?"
Fabian was in the Floo, haggard but safe.
"You all right?" Gideon asked.
"Right as rain," Fabian said, yawning. "I just need some sleep."
"Did you catch him?"
He shook his head, "No, and I won't be surprised if they send someone else out again. I think we're close."
"It can't be us, you leave on that long mission in two days."
Fabian nodded, "They'll have to find someone else to finish it, I know."
"Okay. Get some sleep, brother mine. I'll Floo you tomorrow." Gideon closed the connection, relieved beyond words.
Walking back into his bedroom, he paused at the door, grinning at Kingsley. He casually walked up to him and took the plates and glasses, setting them aside on the bureau. "Did I tell you thanks for making the sandwiches?" he asked.
Unable to resist Kingsley sitting naked on his bed, Gideon jumped on it, landing on his knees, one on each side of Kingsley's outstretched legs. Grabbing Kingsley's shoulders, he knocked them both over.
"What the fuck?" Kingsley yelped as Gideon pressed his body against his, and shut him up with a kiss.
"Guess who that was?" he asked.
Pulling Gideon closer, Kingsley answered, "The git," before kissing him back.
He supposed, if he thought about it, they were both dirty and sticky already, and he was pressing his trousers up against Kingsley's sweaty body. But Gideon didn't want to think about any of that. He wiggled in between Kingsley's legs until he was lying on his torso and continued kissing him, tracing senseless patterns across his head with his fingers. He couldn't believe how comfortable it was, entangled like that. And how warm Kingsley's bare skin felt against his chest. It had been such a long week, cold week tracking that bloke.
Glad for the weight of Gideon's body on his, Kingsley circled Gideon's waist and returned the kiss, softly caressing his back. They kissed for a while, until Gideon looked at Kingsley with sleepy eyes and laid his head on Kingsley's shoulder. The last thing Kingsley noticed before falling into a deep sleep was Gideon's soft snore.
And so they slept, Gideon on top of Kingsley, neither of them moving, on the big brass bed, while the late afternoon turned to evening.
***
The weight wasn't so much uncomfortable as unfamiliar; it was also a weight that moved rhythmically, quietly, almost unnoticeably. The combination of those different sensations made Kingsley come out of deep slumber with a sense of something being wrong. His subconscious forced his eyes to snap open and he saw that he was in an oddly recognizable environment.
After the few seconds between sleep and wakefulness, Kingsley realized he was in Gideon's bed, with Gideon sleeping on top of him. He settled in the comfort of knowing what was happening and the nice feeling of Gideon's body flush against him, breathing calmly. He rubbed his thumb a couple of times on Gideon's back and was about to close his eyes again when reality hit.
He was cuddling! With a bloke! Damn if he wasn't turning into a bloody girl!
With a swift movement, he pushed Gideon off his body. Gideon, taken by surprise out of a very satisfying sleep, started and fell off the bed with a loud Thump!.
"Fuck!" Gideon yelled, hitting the floor hard. Unsure how he fell out of his own bed, he looked around, squinting in the fading light. He was confused until he saw Kingsley sit up, rubbing his head.
I'm not turning into an old man, I'm turning into an old bird, Gideon thought, realizing that he'd fallen asleep on Kingsley's chest. No wonder Shacklebolt pushed him onto the floor -- he wasn't the most romantically inclined person Gideon had met. Had he fallen asleep during foreplay? His last memory before napping was gentle kisses and warm, tender hands. Hell, the next thing he knew, he'd ask Kingsley to live with him or something equally girly.
"I need a shower," he blurted out, "and something to drink." His flushed skin burned, as if the blush was traveling down his face and neck and across his chest, in an attempt to highlight every inch of bare skin as Kingsley sat on his bed, watching him.
"Gideon," Kingsley said, with an apologetic half smile, "Are you all right? Sorry about that – I…I was asleep and…when I woke up and I guess I was…erm…a little confused." He got out of bed. "Why don't you sit down? I'll get the drinks." He picked up the tray with the dirty glasses and plates from their snack and took them to the kitchen.
At least Kingsley was asleep also. It made Gideon feel less strange than a minute ago. He was tempted to tease Kingsley that he'd want to hire him if he kept on insisting of serving, but held his tongue since it reminded him about the random thought he already had about Kingsley living with him.
He was definitely introspective today. Odd how that happened more often lately. Rubbing his bum, he stood up and sat on the bed, back to the cold rails once more.
Grasping for a topic to talk about as Kingsley returned with the water, Gideon said, "I wonder if they expected a different set of wizards."
At Kingsley's odd look, he added, "Whoever it was Fabian and I were tracking this past week. That's not normally a mission we'd be sent on, and I wonder if they were either expecting as easier target, or testing us."
"I think they might be expecting someone less skilled than you two," Kingsley said, slouching crosslegged on the bed, facing Gideon. "I'm pretty sure the other side knows that you're both strong wizards. Come on, most of them went to Hogwarts, some of them with you or Fabian. They must know. I know who the strong wizards in my class are."
He nodded in agreement. There wasn't anyone Fabian's age that could best him, and several had tried. Only one or two that had been capable of besting Gideon. He traced the scar on his hip through his trousers.
"That's not the first strange thing we've seen. Almost all of us have had a similar experience. It's almost like they are testing the wizards at the Ministry of Magic. And if that's true, we're all in danger."
"Why's that?" Kingsley asked, sitting up with interest. He wondered if his dad would be in danger, too. Kingsley was extremely proud of his father's success as an Auror, but he knew it was a dangerous profession. Oddly, though, it was the sense of danger and adventure that most appealed to him.
"Why else would they study us but to defeat us?"
Kingsley nodded. It made sense. With a deep sigh, he said, "I want to finish school soon so I can join the Aurors – that is, if they accept me," he added.
He glanced out the window, it was well past dark and he was hungry. "So," he said, eyeing Kingsley, "are we going out for dinner or staying here? I'm afraid I can't offer much beyond sandwiches."
"I'm always hungry. Let's go out. Where do you want to go, Wizarding or Muggle? Santini and I found this great Italian restaurant not too far from the club. Want to try it?"
"Yes, Muggle food is more interesting anyway. Well," he clarified, "for someone like me who's still fascinated by the Muggle world. But first, I need a shower. Are you going to take one?"
Kingsley leered openly at Gideon. "Well, we can take one together. Saves water, you know?"
"Er… well…" stumbling over his words, more so due to Kingsley's enthusiastic expression than the idea, Gideon shrugged. "Why not?"
Standing, he held out a hand to Kingsley and pulled him off the bed. They stood chest to chest for a moment, Gideon debating what to do when Kingsley flashed a toothy grin at him.
"These will be in the way," he said, undoing Gideon's trousers and slowly pushing off Gideon's hips. Grinning in return, Gideon leaned forward and kissed him briefly. "So they will."
Leaving his hands on Gideon's hips, Kingsley used his toes to push the trousers out of the way. As Gideon stepped out of them, Kingsley caught him off balance and pulled him against him.
"Don't fall," he mumbled against Gideon's collarbone, licking it.
With a sharp intake of breath, Gideon tilted his head away. That part of his neck always was more sensitive than the rest of him.
It was great to see how much Gideon liked having his collarbone licked, but Kingsley was getting quite turned on and the idea of a wet, soapy Gideon was preventing him from thinking about anything else. "You know, you taste pretty good now, but I bet you'll be even better wet," Kingsley said, moving away and slapping Gideon's bare bottom playfully, pushing him in the direction of the door.
"Behave yourself, imp," Gideon teased as he grabbed a towel and rolled it up. He really wouldn't dare strike Kingsley while either of them were naked – it would hurt too much – but he liked the wide-eyed expression on his face.
Laughing, he dropped two towels on the counter in the loo and reached inside to turn on the water. He only waited a moment for it to warm before stepping inside and letting the water run over his body. Brushing his wet hair back, he turned and leaned against the cool wall, leaving plenty of room for Kingsley to join him.
Smiling wickedly, Kingsley stepped into the shower and eyed Gideon appreciatively. The man was really sexy with his wet hair and water dripping off his face. It was actually too much for Kingsley at that moment, so he pulled Gideon closer to him, pressing their bodies together tight enough that water could barely dribble between them.
Reaching around instantly to grab the curves of Kingsley's arse, Gideon rubbed their pelvises together. He threw his head back, letting the water run over his face while he grinded, loving the sensation of Kingsley slowly hardening against him.
Kingsley pushed his hips against Gideon and licked the water dripping off his neck. He was enjoying it, but he didn't want to come too early again. This time he would wait until Gideon came. He tried to think about anything else but the fact that he was taking a shower with Gideon, but he had a feeling it would be another losing battle.
Stepping back, Gideon took the bar of soap and lathered his hands. Grinning, he began to massage it into Kingsley's head, working slowly down his body. Kingsley swayed beneath the rhythm of his hands. Sliding down his arms, Gideon intertwined their hands briefly, sliding his soapy fingers between Kingsley's temporarily. Tweaking his nipples, Gideon leaned over and kissed them as his hands moved lower, splayed across his stomach.
Turning Kingsley around, he began again, rubbing his shoulder blades, kneading down his back until he reached the curve of his buttocks. Kneeling, Gideon massaged his cheeks as he licked the small of his back, pushing Kingsley forward until he leaned his hands against the wall.
Lathering more soap with one hand, Gideon separated his legs, reaching between them to fondle Kingsley's cock as he licked lower, working his way down Kingsley's hip with his teeth.
Turned on beyond belief, all that Kingsley could do was moan and push his hips back towards Gideon's mouth. He wanted desperately to face Gideon, to take him right there under the shower. Mentally he cursed his still being underage – and his total inability to do something as simple as turn around.
Curving inward, Gideon bit him, responding to Kingsley's pushes and moans as he rubbed lower with his hands, almost to the calf muscles. Wrapping his hands around Kingsley's ankles, he pushed his face into the cleft, gently licking Kingsley. He waited, wanting to know it was all right before going further.
Flush against the wall, his sensations on overload, Kingsley nevertheless tensed when he felt Gideon's face against his arse. He remembered two contradictory things: the incredible feel of an orgasm he couldn't forget when Gideon rimmed him a few days before and the conversation he had with his cousin Santini a day later.
His body wanted to push backwards and let Gideon bury his tongue inside him; his mind was telling him to pull away. He knew that Gideon wouldn't insist.
His mind kept telling him that he didn't want it, that he didn't like it. His body, sensitive as if it was on fire, belied his logical mind.
Not being able to decide between body and mind, Kingsley just stood still.
He could barely reach Kingsley's feet, trailing his fingertips across the top of them. Gideon followed the droplets of water back up Kingsley's legs, wiping them off where they pooled in the indentations of his muscles.
Leaning to the side, he kissed Kingsley's thigh, unable to reach between his legs to kiss what he wanted. Continuing upward with his fingers, Gideon wrapped his hands around Kingsley's waist and stood up.
Falling against the cubicle wall, Gideon brought Kingsley with him, nestling himself in the cleft of Kingsley's arse. He reached forward with his hands and wrapped them around Kingsley's cock.
Burying his face in Kingsley's shoulder, he bit down, sucking on the soft skin at the base of his neck as he rubbed him.
Kingsley was well aware of Gideon's cock rubbing against his arse. This had happened before, a few times actually, when he was dancing with blokes and the rhythm allowed for it. Never, however, had he felt a naked cock against his bare arse. For a fleeting moment, he realized that the only thing preventing him from being royally fucked by Gideon was his age.
His last coherent thought was that it had been his brilliant idea to take a shower together. At that point, his mind shut down and his body took over, enjoying being kissed, bitten and rubbed by Gideon, reacting with moans and gasps and wiggling his arse against Gideon's cock.
With sure fingers wanking him under the warm water, it was with no surprise that he came much before Gideon.
He continued to gently pull at Kingsley as he came, wishing it was sheathed somewhere other than the palm of his hand. Gideon held Kingsley tight in his arms, feeling the tremors of orgasm shake through him.
Tilting them into the spray of water, Gideon washed Kingsley's stomach off. He stopped biting as Kingsley relaxed and sucked on his earlobe, wondering if he was ticklish at all. Unable to take wait any longer, Gideon finally let loose and reached down, tugging unmercifully at his cock.
Back against the wall, breathing hard from his orgasm, Kingsley nevertheless noticed Gideon wanking furiously. Part of him wanted to do it for Gideon, but watching Gideon wank was an extremely erotic sight. Finally, not being able to stand still, he moved forward and laced his fingers with Gideon, the two of them finally bringing him over the edge.
Moaning, Gideon moved his fingers enough to let Kingsley touch skin, and continued to use Kingsley's hand, rubbing softly. He shuddered and reached out with his other hand to pull Kingsley against him.
"Thank you," he muttered right before kissing him. Eventually wrapping both arms around Kingsley, he held him against him, pressing little kisses to his face until he regained enough control to stand. Even then he didn't stand up; he liked the feel of Kingsley against him, under the spray of water quickly going cold.
Eyes closed while Gideon kissed his face, Kingsley put his arms around Gideon's back and rubbed it softly, until the hot water ran out completely and they were showered with a jet of cold. Kingsley yelped and jumped back, Gideon laughing and shaking his hair.
They dried quickly with the towels and walked to the bedroom.
Throwing open his wardrobe, Gideon tapped his chin while looking at the clothes – mostly robes - hanging there. As Kingsley peeked over his shoulder, Gideon teased, "Hmmm, what should I choose?"
Putting his chin on Gideon's shoulder, Kingsley looked critically at the clothes. "Well, certainly not a robe, although they could be quite convenient if you don't wear any pants." He moved away and stood side by side with Gideon and pulled out a pair of jeans. "These, for sure." He took a little longer considering the shirts, but finally chose two, a white t-shirt bearing the name of a Wizarding band, the Mad Kneazles, and a simple red one, which looked smaller and, Kingsley hoped, tighter on Gideon. He put one, then the other on Gideon's bare chest, asking, "Would you like the red or the white, sir?”
"I believe the robe will have to wait for a Wizarding date and not a Muggle bar, yes?" He looked at the two shirts, grinning as Kingsley shook the red one. He ignored the implication of Kingsley choosing what he wore, and held his hand out for the red shirt. "All right," he laughed as Kingsley shook it again.
He pulled the shirt over his head while Kingsley hung the white one back in the wardrobe. As he closed the door, Gideon ran a finger down his back. Too bad clothes were necessary, he thought, admiring Kingsley.
As Kingsley glanced at him, Gideon withdrew his hand, "You missed a spot." Some day he'd learn to control the impulsive need to touch all the time. 'What did you bring?" he asked, turning around to look for Kingsley's clothes.
Kingsley raised his eyebrow and smirked when Gideon turned around, clad in his tight red t-shirt and still bare-bottomed. He'd often thought that a little bit of clothes could actually be sexier than total nakedness and was awfully glad for having come in the shower; otherwise, the trip to Heaven would be in jeopardy. "I left my shirt in the living-room, I think," he said, grabbing Gideon's waist and bringing their hips closer, while they walked out of the bedroom. "You look awfully sexy, Mr. Prewett. You'd be a great success at Heaven dressed like this," he added, winking and sliding his hand on to Gideon's bare buttocks and giving them a quick squeeze.
"So all I need to hold your attention is no trousers? Got it. How about you go with trousers and no top, and I promise I won't look at another man the whole night. We'll make a hell of a pair, yes?" Gideon teased.
"I wouldn't mind going topless, but I don't think you'd make it past the door bottomless – the men there are even wilder than at Shaft." Kingsley pulled on his tight sleeveless t-shirt and white jeans and waited for Gideon, who was zipping up his jeans, showing just enough pubic hair in the process to bring a smile to Kingsley's face.
He held his hand out to Gideon and they Apparated to Muggle London.