Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: The morning after Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And neither of us own a big brass bed
Gideon woke, his naked body wrapped firmly in warm arms, their legs tangled. He wondered why he didn't hear any of the typical sounds coming from his brother in the other room. The sun was definitely up - it was streaming in one window on the other side of the room. They must have had a late night together, he thought. Fabian always woke before him and started coffee or tea, depending on his mood.
He squirmed a little bit, needing to use the toilet; it wasn't like Renee to hang on to him so firmly. The funny thing was, as he opened his eyes, it didn't look like Fabian's flat at all; actually, it looked a whole lot like his own. Confused, Gideon looked down, expecting to see her thin, pale arms.
Oh fuck!
Surely he was dreaming. He pressed back with his body and encountered nothing behind him remotely female. Taking a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm, Gideon carefully rolled over. Seeing Kingsley lying there brought back the whole night in a rush of jumbled memories.
Kingsley was having a stern discussion with his mother about the merits of trying new things or not. Disturbingly, she was pointing out to him that it had been very unfair for him to tell Gideon that he wouldn't bottom for him. "Darling, I accept the fact that you're afraid to try, but do you really want him to go looking for it somewhere else?"
"Mum, I don't think we should be discussing my sex life, you know?"
"Why not? I'm your mother."
"Exactly because of that – it's…it's…Mum, it's just embarrassing," he said, horrified.
"Well, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but a relationship is a two-way street."
"IT'S NOT A RELATIONSHIP!" he shouted. "It's a one-night stand, that's it."
"Really?" she asked sarcastically. He squirmed; his mother could be very caustic with her words and he braced himself for what he would hear next. "It seems to me that you want to do it again and again, my son."
Disturbed, he felt the pillow he was holding in his arms move; he turned around, arms empty, looking for another pillow. His mother left the room with a knowing smile on her face and now he was in Capri, holding the blond woman.
It felt different from the pillow he'd been holding before and Kingsley decided that he'd rather have the pillow than her body.
He turned around again, but the pillow was gone.
Relieved, Gideon stood at the end of the bed. Unsure what to do, and unwilling to admit he was nervous, Gideon watched Kingsley sleep, arms moving restlessly as if looking for something. He had two options: either admit it had been a mistake and promise himself to not do it again, or get back in bed.
It wasn't early, yet he knew that Kingsley wouldn't wake up soon. Hell, if he wanted, he could leave and check on Fabian… Gideon shook his head. He didn't want to leave; it felt too much like running away. Sighing, he got back into bed, not touching Kingsley, but well within his arm reach.
The mattress moved, indicating that the pillow had come back, and Kingsley moved slightly towards it, hugging it again. Definitely much better than the blond woman on the other side of the bed.
And to make matters better, his mum was gone. Satisfied, he hugged the pillow closer, throwing his heavy leg over it.
He wasn't in bed very long before Kingsley wrapped his arms around him, pulling him snugly against him. With an oomph of pushed air out of his lungs, Gideon wiggled around, trying to find a comfortable position just as Kingsley threw his leg over him.
Pressed head to toe against Kingsley, Gideon gave up and burrowed his thin body beneath him, his head tucked under Kingsley's chin. He closed his eyes, Kingsley's warmth and deep breathing lulling him back to sleep in seconds.
***
Kingsley woke up from deep sleep, realized he was holding something that was not the pillow he'd dreamt about and grinned seeing Gideon's back flush against him. A fond memory of the night before made his cock twitch.
Moving his hand from Gideon's chest to his groin, he pressed his hardening cock against Gideon's arse. It was time to wake up.
Dreams of the dead faded as his body became overwhelmed with sensation. Not quite awake, but no longer fully asleep, Gideon muttered in complaint until he heard a low chuckle near his ear. The heavy body pressed against him and this time Gideon didn't mistake who it was.
"Good morning," he said, slurring his words. He pushed against Kingsley encouragingly and covered his hand with his own, slowing the motions down even more.
"Morning," Kingsley answered, kissing Gideon's neck sloppily, his hand now teasing Gideon's cock. This was excellent: the past two weeks were his first experiences in actually sleeping with someone and having morning sex. He'd loved it, and that was the reason he'd asked Gideon if he could spend the night.
Of course, he never expected to have actual sex, until last night happened. Turned on even more by the thought of what they had done, he rubbed his cock against Gideon's cleft.
Gideon grinned at his insistence, "Is that a hint, Imp?" He wanted to roll over and bury his body beneath Kingsley, but to do that required aggressive movement on his part, as well as the removal of Kingsley's cock from its current location.
He wasn't that motivated.
Stretching over to the side, he grabbed the tube and held it up for Kingsley.
"Hint? No. About what?" Kingsley laughed, accepting the tube. He placed it on his pillow and sucked on Gideon's neck and slowly went down his back, kissing, licking and nipping with his teeth. With the movement, his cock moved from the very nice place where it had been nesting, but Kingsley told himself that it could wait.
Gideon languorously rolled onto his stomach as Kingsley moved. He really didn't have any ambition to help, or to stop him, so he relaxed and let Kingsley do as he wished.
It was very pleasant, and he wondered how often he could wake to this.
Kingsley's tongue drew a path down Gideon's spine, onto his buttocks and into the cleft. Using his hands to spread the cheeks apart, he slowly let his tongue enter Gideon's body.
All thoughts disappeared from his head as soon as he realized what Kingsley was going to do. "Oh!" Gideon had no idea Kingsley liked that and he tried to lie still and let Kingsley do whatever he wanted.
But it was hard to not push. Digging his fingers into the sheets, he clenched his teeth, trying to not moan loudly or use the sheets for friction.
Damn if Gideon wasn't tough. Kingsley wanted to see him squirming, moaning, yelling. Still teasing with his tongue, he lifted Gideon's hips up, patting the bed until he found a pillow and placed in under Gideon's stomach.
Now he had space, and he moved his hand to Gideon's cock, wanking it slowly.
Gideon wasn't able to withstand the combination of hand and tongue. Whimpering, he pushed back, forcing Kingsley's tongue to go deeper. "I swear, Shacklebolt, if you don't fuck me…"
Kingsley smiled wickedly. He'd be more than happy to oblige. With his free hand, he picked up the tube and realized that he'd have to let go of Gideon's cock to spread it. He quickly coated his cock and stretched Gideon with one hand, while wanking him with the other.
He couldn't hold off any longer; he hoped that Gideon was fine as he entered him.
Finally, he buried his face in the crook of his elbows as he adjusted his hips higher to accommodate Kingsley. Relaxing was easy in this position. Kingsley carefully worked his way inside then stopped.
Gideon waited for moment, expecting him to move; when he didn't he threw a dirty look over his shoulder and opted to move himself, leaning forward until Kingsley was almost out of him, then sliding backwards again.
Catching on quickly, Kingsley let himself go – if Gideon was in a hurry and wanted rough sex, fine with him. It wasn't what he had in mind, and he really didn't know why. Normally he was very aggressive with blokes.
Burying himself into Gideon and then pulling up quickly, Kingsley closed his eyes and fucked Gideon with all his strength.
Gideon met Kingsley's motions each time, wondering how long he'd last at that pace and how the hell he'd sit a broom tomorrow.
Gideon knew he couldn’t last, Kingsley was brushing against him consistently and Gideon reached back to wank himself, trying to find balance with one arm and instead fell forward, throwing Kingsley off balance. They ended up flat on Gideon's bed, Kingsley lying on top of him, still buried inside him.
"Damn!" Kingsley yelled, pulling Gideon up again by his hips. "Just balance yourself, I'll wank you." He grabbed Gideon's cock firmly and pumped to the rhythm of his hips. He knew it wouldn't be long now, but he didn't want any more interruptions.
Gideon laughed at Kingsley's obvious frustration, his nerves calm again. He held still for the most part, bracing him arms for the repetitious impact, letting Kingsley do the work.
"Damn, that feels good," he said, wondering if it was too late to turn over.
Kingsley couldn't answer, but Gideon's words made him get too carried away and he thrust a little too forcefully, and Gideon fell face down again, with a "humpf."
"Oh, fuck!" Kingsley screamed. At the same time Gideon fell, he was pulling back and, as a result, his cock slid out of Gideon's arse.
The loss of contact bothered him more than the force. The only bad thing, he thought fleetingly, was that he couldn’t kiss Kingsley like this. Of course, that could be fixed as well. He heard Kingsley mutter under his breath and grab his hips again but Gideon shook his head no.
"What the fuck?" Kingsley began as Gideon scooted out of reach, but then he turned over and moved back, crooking a finger and motioning Kingsley to lean closer.
"Wanted a kiss," he said, raising his legs around Kingsley's hips.
"Hmmm…gladly," Kingsley answered, leaning over. "I like it better like this." Kissing Gideon, he quickly entered him again.
It was too intimate. With the new position Kingsley couldn’t move as fast and began sliding slowly in and out as Gideon reached up to kiss him. He was uncomfortable watching Kingsley watch him, yet strangely fascinated. Reaching down, he squeezed one hand between them, knuckles grazing across Kingsley's lower belly as he moved in time with Kingsley.
Breaking off the kiss, Gideon threw his head back, arching his back. It felt as though he was coming undone; closing his eyes, he said, "I need you to come, Kingsley."
Gasping, Kingsley said, "Please come for me first. Just this once?" He wanted to be able to see Gideon's face when he came. He could never do it, because he would close his own eyes as he climaxed.
He tried to laugh it off, wanting to tell Kingsley he had come before him – at least once. Then he looked at Kingsley and couldn't say it. Instead, he took Kingsley's hand and wrapped it around his cock. Reaching up, Gideon caressed the side of his face, nodding in agreement.
"Faster," he mumbled, lowering his back to the bed and tightening his grip with his legs. The friction inside made him melt, he could feel Kingsley speed up slightly, rubbing him inside and out and Gideon bit his lip, wanting to keep silent.
He made a conscious effort to keep his eyes open, digging his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing Kingsley and pulling him down into a hard kiss. Inane words spilling out loudly as he reached orgasm. Gideon knew he called Kingsley's name but he wasn't sure what else he said.
Feeling Gideon tighten up around him, watching his face, Kingsley finally came, arching his back. Then he fell forward, his mouth on Gideon's, kissing him sloppily as his body shivered.
Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "That was awesome, Gideon. Just awesome."
Gideon held him tight with his legs, not letting him slip out quite yet, "It really was."
He tenderly patted Kingsley's sweaty head, rubbing his earlobes. "If I knew sex would be this nice, I'd have given in sooner."
At Kingsley's expression, Gideon laughed, "Food, then shower. Or shower then food?"
Kingsley wriggled his eyebrows. "Food! Number one, I'm starving. Number two, why the rush in showering? We'll just get dirty again in a little bit," he laughed. "You're one hot piece of arse, Mr. Prewett!"
Blushing, Gideon shook his head, "You're crazy, do you know that?" unlacing his legs, he pushed Kingsley off his chest.
"Damn, if I plan to keep feeding you, I need to buy more food." He raised an eyebrow at Kingsley as they stood up, "and a few other things."
Smacking his buttocks playfully, Gideon said, "You do realize I have to work tomorrow, yes?"
"Yep, I know. Can I stay over tonight, too?" Kingsley looked at Gideon expectantly. "We can go shopping for food if you want." He wasn't too worried about meals: he could eat just about anything. What he wanted was to stay longer with Gideon.
"Of course," Gideon laughed.
Then he stopped in the middle of the room, watching Kingsley wander into his kitchen. He almost forgot he had a date with Renee that evening. And he needed to visit Fabian.
"Er, Kingsley?" he began, peeking at him sheepishly around the corner. "You know I want to say yes, don't you? But my brother... I have to go see him tonight. And I have this appointment later today that I have to keep."
He ran a hand through sweaty hair, "And if I have sex again today, I'll never sit a broom tomorrow, cushioning charm or not. And then I have to report back to the Ministry after double practice tomorrow and Friday. But I'm good after the match Saturday, if you like."
He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the look on Kingsley's face.
Trying hard to hide his disappointment, Kingsley nodded; then he noticed that Gideon's eyes were closed, so he replied curtly. "I understand. But I can't on Saturday: my family's arriving for the birthday party. I'll see you on Sunday, I suppose."
"Sunday it will be. What do you want to eat? Do you want to fix it, or me?" Gideon asked, hoping Kingsley would volunteer. He liked watching Kingsley.
"I can do it. Do you have eggs and sausage? My mum taught me how to make them Muggle style on the days Lucille is not at home." He opened the refrigerator and started taking out food.
Gideon probably did, he kept several different foods in his kitchen. He liked to cook for himself, not that Kingsley had let him in his kitchen since he'd started visiting. Which was nice; Gideon was going to be spoiled by this eventually.
He came into the kitchen to gather the plates and glasses needed. Kingsley was leaning over, head practically in the refrigerator when Gideon stopped behind him and grabbed his hips.
"What?" Kingsley said, straightening up quickly.
"Nothing," Gideon mumbled, sliding his hands around Kingsley's hips to flatten them against his lower belly. He slowly licked his shoulder, running his tongue up his neck to suckle his earlobe. As Kingsley stretched against him, Gideon bit it, teasing him. Threading fingers through the curly hair, he licked his ear.
"Did I tell you I appreciate you cooking for me?"
Kingsley swung his arms behind his back, to hold onto Gideon's buttocks, pressing their bodies together. "I can cook for you anytime, but if you continue with this, you really won't be able to mount a broom tomorrow, Mr. Prewett." He squeezed Gideon's arse and bared his neck to Gideon's mouth.
Unable to resist, he ran his teeth across Kingsley's neck. He could stand there for hours following the muscled patterns on Kingsley's neck.
However, as much as he wanted to make the imp to prove he wouldn't be able to mount a broom, Gideon knew he didn't dare be that late. Sighing, he kissed him one last time and squeezed his hipbones.
"Next time, then?" Gideon asked, letting him go.
"Yes. Sunday, right?"
***
Kingsley prepared a large breakfast; he wasn't lying when he said he was always hungry, and sex made him ravenous. As soon as the food was ready, he started turning towards the living-room in search for his t-shirt, but then he remembered he had no boxers either. And he needed a shower before putting his jeans on. Shrugging, he sat at the table. This was a different situation from the one at home anyway. He knew Gideon wouldn't mind.
Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing while he watched Kingsley decide what to do, Gideon waited for him to sit before approaching the table. He felt odd sitting at the table naked, but then, many things were happening that Gideon would not have attributed to himself.
"So, about Sunday," he said between bites, "just how many people did you invite?"
"A lot. All of my family and friends from Hogwarts. Ah, you'll meet Santini, finally. He's arriving on Saturday."
Attributing the fluttering feeling in his stomach to being hungry, he nodded, trying to finish eating. He was still unsure what to say to Renee. There was no reason for this; he thought, he'd broken up with enough birds before. This was the first time he'd done it for nefarious reasons though - he either didn't date or didn't sleep around. Sex with Kingsley felt too much like cheating to him.
"And friends of the family, Mac and Fabian's co-workers? So at least I'll know someone?" he asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, there'll be friends of the family, too. But you don't want to hang around them – they're old. The fun will be where the younger people are."
"It's your birthday," Gideon said, shrugging, "whatever you want." He knew he'd have to talk to the Aurors part of the time, since he worked with a few of them and knew some of them through the Order. He assumed that Fabian wouldn’t attend. Without his brother there, it would be simpler to stay around Kingsley.
"Don't forget to bring your swimming trunks. Although," he added mischievously, "you won't need them in the boathouse, where I'll take you to get my birthday present."
"Birthday present?" Gideon asked, grinning. "Wasn't that last night? And today?"
Kingsley looked into Gideon's eyes and, licking his spoon slowly, said, "Those were pre-birthday presents, Mr. Prewett. Don't be a tightwad. Or don't you want to sneak off for a bit of skinny-dipping fun in the lake and some nice shagging in that boathouse?"
"A tightwad!" Gideon started laughing. "You got your way, you should be happy, Imp. And yes," he said, reaching across the table to pull the spoon out of Kingsley's mouth, "I want a nice shag in that boathouse."
He lightly outlined Kingsley's lips with his finger and winked at him. "So how are you going to sneak away from your party? Or do you expect all of us to line up patiently outside that boathouse and wait our turn?"
Kingsley cocked his head at him in surprise; "All of you? What're you talking about?"
"Oh Shacklebolt, I doubt I'm the only one giving you that for a birthday present." He couldn't shake the humorous image of Kingsley doing just that, expecting whomever he was currently shagging - besides Gideon - to wait their turn while he collected his presents.
"You are," Kingsley answered simply. Then he lowered his head, picked up his fork and started eating again in silence. It was the truth: he knew that Marlene and Hestia would be there, but he had no desire to get 'birthday presents' from them. He'd been expecting Gideon only. It had started as a joke, but he had really made plans to sneak away with Gideon during his party. It would be hard, but he knew that Santini would help.
Surprised and flattered, Gideon finished eating in silence, unwilling to joke about it any longer. Taking his flatware to the sink, he set everything in there, deciding to clean up later. As Kingsley stood up, Gideon took his things as well and left them in a pile.
He led Kingsley out of the kitchen with both hands, walking backwards. Kissing him once, he took him to the shower and pulled him inside the cubicle without letting him go. Reaching behind him to turn the water on, he kissed him forcefully.
Holding Gideon tight in his arms, Kingsley reciprocated the kiss. The warm water falling on him felt very good and they were in need of a good shower. With one hand he brushed Gideon's wet hair off his face, and with the other he rubbed his back, keeping them firmly pressed together.
He knew the soap was around somewhere; feeling the wall, he finally found it and lathered it between his hands. Without breaking the kiss, he began at the top of Kingsley's head and slowly massaged his way down. There was no way he could have sex again, but he could do other things.
Gideon dearly hoped the oral sex wouldn't end with the change in their arrangement; he enjoyed it way too much. And he really wanted to wash Kingsley carefully to prove it one more time in the shower.
Kingsley moaned sensuously in Gideon's mouth, completely enjoying the soapy massage he was receiving. It was really bad that Gideon had a meeting that afternoon – he'd have loved to stay in. He wouldn't even have minded if Gideon went to the hospital to visit the Git; he could take the time to make dinner.
But there was nothing he could do. At least they would have enough time together between his birthday and his return to school.
He planned to spend a lot of time in that flat.
He couldn’t reach any lower. Re-lathering his hands, Gideon ended the kiss and kneeled in front of Kingsley. Avoiding kissing his cock while he washed it, Gideon plastered teasing kisses across his hips, sucking on the tender skin.
He held his hand up for the soap, snapping his fingers when Kingsley ignored him. Finishing Kingsley's legs, Gideon played with his balls with one hand and pumped him with the other, "Is there something specific you want, Imp?"
With his eyes closed, breathing through his teeth, Kingsley muttered, "Yes, but you told me you can't do it." It had made sense and he knew that Gideon would have to sit on a broom for most of the day. The alternative, of course, was for Gideon to fuck him, but he didn't want to go that route. His mouth, however, was a little quicker than his numbed mind, and he blurted, "Can you fuck m- my mouth?"
Scrambling to his feet, a shocked Gideon answered, "Hell yes." He wondered if Kingsley realized he almost said something else, and Gideon trembled with the thought of how much he wanted to fuck him. He hadn't lied to Kingsley; he liked to top, although he rarely felt the need to.
But the hesitant words that stumbled out of Kingsley's mouth made Gideon fiercely wish he could. Instead, he placed his hands on Kingsley's shoulders and pushed him to his knees.
He watched Kingsley willingly open his mouth.
***
It was over too soon and Gideon helped him up. Kingsley's knees bore the marks of the little tiles – he hadn't noticed any pain or discomfort while he was blowing Gideon. "In your shopping list, please add a plastic mat for this shower, Mr. Prewett, if you plan to do this again," he said playfully, drying himself with a towel that Gideon handed to him.
They left the bathroom, and Kingsley waited. It was probably time for him to go, but he was dragging his feet. The night - and morning – had turned out better than he had planned, and he was feeling a strange sensation in his stomach about leaving.
Gideon knew he was going to be late. Well, not technically; he'd planned to visit Fabian first, but now he would have to go straight to Renee. Attributing the dread to that visit, Gideon smiled nervously.
"Let's see, more food to feed you, a plastic mat for your poor knees, clean sheets to keep you at night and lube so you can fuck me. Are you sure there's nothing else?" Gideon asked, winking at him.
"Lube's only on the list once?" Kingsley asked with mock innocence. "Is that enough?"
Gideon rolled his eyes, "Damn, Imp, I won't be able to ever walk again. Is that what you want?"
"Actually, that would be a good idea," Kingsley answered, pulling a clean t-shirt from his rucksack and putting it on. He looked around for his jeans,but remembered he'd left them in the living-room and walked in that direction, bare–bottomed. "This way you couldn't leave the bed at all."
He'd been in the process of dressing, but got distracted, and stopped to watch Kingsley. At this rate, he'd never leave his flat. As it was, he felt all of sixteen and anxiously wanting sex again.
Forcing himself to act his age, Gideon looked away and finished adjusting his robe. He was being ridiculous.
Kingsley came back into the bedroom, jeans and trainers in hand. He pulled the trousers up and sat down on the bed to put the shoes on. As he was tying the trainers, he lifted his eyes and saw Gideon watching him with a strange expression on his face. "What?" he asked. "Did I do something?"
Gideon shook his head and Kingsley stood up, picking up his rucksack. He slung it over his shoulder, walked over to Gideon, gave him a long kiss and walked to the Floo, saying, "See you on Sunday, Gideon. And thanks for the early birthday present."