Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: PG-13 to R Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: They make the best of a few moments here and there after Kingsley returns to Hogwarts. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And obviously we don't own Hogsmeade.
He leaned back against the ripped bench, drinking out of a glass he had subtly cleaned. The water was suspect here; Gideon usually chose to drink ale. He didn't bother with a hood; Aberforth would wonder why he was hiding.
It was almost noon and Gideon, drumming his fingers against the table, impatiently waited for the clamor of Hogwarts students to overtake the quiet village. Kingsley's owl had appeared yesterday with a quickly scribbled note from the Imp, insisting Gideon meet him at The Hog's Head.
It had been a month since Kingsley left, and Gideon wasn't nervous. At all.
* * *
One of the drawbacks of being a Prefect was that you had to oversee the students filing up to go to Hogsmeade. If it weren't for that, Kingsley would've already arrived at the Hog's Head.
He hoped Gideon got the owl and was meeting him there. Not that he planned to stay. He wanted to be there just long enough to have Gideon Apparate both of them to his flat.
When a timid third-year asked him a question about where to go, Kingsley barked, "Honeydukes! Zonko's! Who cares?"
Kingsley looked at his watch and counted: still ten students to go.
* * *
The silence that typically flowed through Hogsmeade burst as the shrill laughter of students flooded the streets. Students poured into every nook and cranny of the village.
Gideon sat in the booth another five minutes, unwilling to wade through the masses, looking through a spot he had cleaned in the window at the inn, waiting for Kingsley's familiar profile to appear. He took several deep breaths, feeling as though the air around him was too thick to breathe, and that he might suffocate any moment. Yet Gideon wasn't willing to surface outside the Hog's Head.
Kingsley was seven minutes late.
* * *
As soon as the last student was cleared, Kingsley sprinted. Cursing silently because it was impossible to Apparate out of Hogwarts, then cursing loudly because he couldn't Apparate anyway, he tore through the throngs of students, knocking a few aside, shouting apologies and arriving at the Hog's Head, breathless, exactly eight minutes late.
He pushed the door open, banging it against the wall, making the shady patrons start. Ignoring their stares, he walked straight towards Gideon, who seemed slightly upset, probably for being kept waiting. "Sorry…late…prefecting duties…" He grabbed Gideon's drink and downed it in one gulp. "Okay…better now…let's go."
* * *
"Go?" Gideon asked, "Where? Did you need something from Honeydukes?" At Kingsley's frown, Gideon realized he meant go as in leave.
Gideon couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do more than go somewhere alone with Kingsley for the day. In a teasing voice, he said, "Can we stop by Zonko's first?" Standing, he grabbed Kingsley's arm and exited. Kingsley was grinding his teeth with frustration at Gideon's silliness.
As soon as they stepped outside, Gideon meant to pull him into the nearest alley and Apparate. Winding through students, Gideon didn't let go of Kingsley's arm until someone yelled, "Shacklebolt!"
* * *
Zonko's? What the hell was Gideon thinking? Had he forgotten the students got only a few hours in Hogsmeade? Kingsley had no intention of wasting any of those precious minutes shopping at Zonko's. He wasn't a prankster to start with and if Gideon wanted something so badly, he could go to the store by himself after they were done shagging.
Before he could voice his complaint, Gideon grabbed his arm and led him out of the pub. Grinding his teeth, Kingsley promised himself they'd spend exactly five minutes at Zonko's.
He turned around when he heard someone calling his name.
* * *
Gideon stopped moving at that voice. Damning his instinctive habit to listen to McGonagall, he looked at the ground. If he'd kept moving, they could have been in the alley and gone already.
Hopefully she wouldn't stop them for long; he wasn't sure how much time Kingsley had, but he knew it wouldn’t be enough no matter what. He didn't turn around, though he let go of Kingsley's arm as she said, "I could use your help in The Three Broomsticks, Mr Shacklebolt; it won't take long."
Gideon flinched as her voice rose in pitch, "Gideon Prewett, is that you?"
* * *
That well known Scottish accent made his blood freeze. Not McGonagall! He slowly turned around and looked at the Deputy Headmistress. "Yes, Professor?" he answered, hoping that she would suddenly decide she did not need his help after all.
As soon as he saw her face, he realized he would not be off the hook. He scowled at Gideon – this was his fault, for deciding to go to Zonko's. If they had gone through the back door of the Hog's Head, McG would never have seen them.
And they'd already be shagging.
Instead, he followed the professor into the pub.
* * *
She shooed Kingsley along with her hands, and Gideon almost laughed at the visual thought of her pulling him by his earlobe. She seemed not quite angry, but resolute about something. McGonagall glanced at his arm and frowned and he wondered if she realized that he'd been hanging onto Kingsley's arm tightly a few moments ago.
"It's nice to see you, Gideon," she said.
"The pleasure's all mine," he walked with her to the Three Broomsticks and entered the pub. He couldn’t follow them up the stairs, so he sat down and ordered a Butterbeer as she escorted Kingsley somewhere.
* * *
Kingsley followed McGonagall in silence, fuming at Gideon, who sat at the bar calmly sipping his Butterbeer, as if they had all the time in the world to shag.
As he climbed the stairs, he felt progressively more resentful at Gideon, who had the freedom to shag whenever he felt like it. Unlike Kingsley, who had seen very little action during his first month at school and was terribly horny.
McGonagall opened a door at the end of the second floor corridor and motioned him inside.
"Talk to him, Mr. Shacklebolt," she said, pointing to a scared-looking Ravenclaw standing there.
* * *
"Talk to him, Professor? About what?" He glanced at Eddie McDougal, a fifth-year Ravenclaw, with a puzzled look.
She answered sternly, "You are a Ravenclaw prefect, Shacklebolt, and it's your duty to talk to McDougal about the prohibition on underage drinking."
"Drinking?"
"Yes. He was caught drinking Firewhiskey a seventh-year Slytherin bought for him."
Kingsley squinted at McDougal. After he was done with him, Eddie would never drink again in his life. Hell, he might be reticent about drinking water. Eddie would pay for Kingsley's delay in shagging Gideon.
"Leave him with me, Professor," he said with an ominous voice.
* * *
Gideon slowly swished his glass of Butterbeer. He'd been looking forward to seeing Kingsley all week. The owls back and forth were nice, but it wasn't the same. He wasn't willing to analyze that thought any further and ran a hand through his hair, turning around to look at the staircase.
As he turned back, two girls sat by him in The Three Broomsticks, the one furthest away giggling while the bird closest leaned in, her robes hanging open against her chest.
"Haven't I seen you before - on the Pitch possibly?"
Gideon decided he was going to kill McGonagall.
* * *
Kingsley threatened Eddie loudly with every sort of punishment, from detention with Filch to Chinese water torture. After McDougal was cowering in the corner, he gave the final coup, "And McDougal, if you ever drink anything again, I'll make sure your parents know what you do in the broom closet."
He rushed downstairs, still fuming, ready to give Gideon a talking-to. Well, maybe after they shagged.
He skidded to a stop when he saw the two birds flocking over Gideon. He approached them, saying, "What the fuck are you doing? Go away, now! Or it's detention for both of you."
* * *
"You can't give us detention, you git."
She leaned closer to Gideon, who yelped, "Sorry, I need to speak to Shacklebolt."
He threw two Sickles on the bar for his drink and quickly pushed Kingsley out the door. Thankfully, they were at the far end of Hogsmeade. Kingsley turned toward the station, but two Professors blocked the road.
Gideon veered him toward the Shrieking Shack, "There's tons of trees, we can Apparate," he whispered.
Focused on their goal, they stepped behind the first tree they found just as Marlene yelled in a shrill voice, "I could have sworn I just saw Kingsley."
* * *
"Oh, fuck!" Kingsley whispered, trying unsuccessfully to hide his big bulk behind the tree.
"Kingsley," Marlene cried out, "What're you doing here? I thought you had prefecting duties."
He stepped away from the tree, waving for Gideon to stay put. "I am. I was just helping Gideon get away from two fangirls who were pestering him at the Three Broomsticks. I'm going to Apparate him home and will be back soon. Go back to the castle; I'll be there shortly."
"But you can't Apparate, Kingsley. Let him go." She held his hand, "Let's have a drink."
Kingsley glared at Gideon.
* * *
Damn! Gideon thought. What he would have given for Polyjuice potion then, or a good glamour. He was tempted to grab Kingsley's other arm and pull him away, putting Kingsley in a tug-of-war between them. Snorting at his own silliness, Gideon stepped out from behind the tree.
"Shacklebolt, don't forget that McGonagall wanted you at the station to escort that boy back. I'm sorry, Mary, she told Kingsley he had to take back that third year who got in trouble."
She glared at Gideon, "Marlene."
He shrugged in apology.
"That's right," Kingsley said, "I'll have to pass on the drink."
* * *
Now they couldn't Apparate from that spot any more. "Marlene, I don’t know how long I'll be, so wait for me at the castle, all right?" She was shaking her head in disbelief, and he continued, trying to appease her. "Did you find nice robes at Gladrags?"
She nodded, still upset, so he whispered in her ear, "Will you model them for me later on?" Marlene loved to show him everything she bought, and he hated that. But today it would be for a good cause.
"Of course," she agreed happily.
It was another thing Gideon would pay dearly for.
* * *
Gideon followed Kingsley toward the station. His arms straight down, pumping wildly as he walked made Gideon grin. He was furious, or so the body language read. Slowly following him, it took Gideon ten more seconds to turn the corner.
Kingsley grabbed him, knocking him off balance and pushed him against the wall. "Enough, Prewett," he said, obviously furious, then kissed him harshly.
Capitulating against his chest, Gideon returned the kiss as Kingsley's arms went around him, "Apparate…"
"Well, if it isn't the Prefect misbehaving."
Kingsley opened one eye to see Rabastan and Regulus leaning against the wall, watching them.
* * *
Kingsley turned quickly when he heard the aristocratic drawl; none other than the two Slytherin sluts, both of whom loved to bend over for just about anyone at school. He sneered at them, "And what's it to you, ladies? Shoo, both of you can go whoring somewhere else. I'm positive Snape's looking for company. Or you can go back to your snake pit and entertain each other. I'm sure that's all you do, anyway."
He turned to Gideon again. "Come on, let's Apparate." Rabastan's caustic voice stopped him cold. "And does your girlfriend know that you're here snogging this bloke?"
* * *
Gideon didn't know either of them personally, but recognized the familiar features easily enough. Slytherins and purebloods both, standing almost as close as he and Kingsley stood. Black had red, puffy lips and Lestrange's hair was a mess.
"She'll find out as soon as your families do. As the next head of your house, Black, I'm sure your mother would enjoy this exploit. We all know how well she handles disappointment. And Lestrange, it's a pity Rodolphus isn't here to threaten us for you, I remember you."
He leaned against Kingsley's chest and looked briefly at him, "You ready now?"
* * *
Regulus and Rabastan glared at Gideon; the last thing they wanted was for their families to know that they were that close. The started moving away, but not before Regulus gave Kingsley a final barb. "Look, Rab, aren't the two girlfriends just darling? You ready now?" he mocked, and Rabastan joined in the teasing. "Oh, my love, will you marry me?" he said, fluttering his eyelids. The two Slytherins laughed and immediately left, keeping as much distance as possible between them and Kingsley.
"Come back, you little shits!" Kingsley cried. He turned to run after them, but Gideon stopped him.
* * *
"They'll stay quiet, that's all that matters, let them go. If they give you trouble, you'll have ammunition of your own. Did you see Regulus' mouth? It looked like Lestrange raped it."
Gideon wrapped his arms around Kingsley's neck, "Ignore the rest of what they said, it's not important." Gideon kissed him slowly, waiting for Kingsley to wrap his arms around him again. Eventually he did.
Apparating to the corridor, Gideon stepped away and dragged Kingsley up the stairs to his flat, "Now, about that shagging…"
He took Kingsley's hands snugly in his own and led him toward the bedroom.
* * *
Kingsley made a superhuman effort not to look at the clock. They had already wasted precious time with all those interruptions. Deep inside he was blaming Gideon for the delay, but it certainly wasn't important right now. He quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He tried to step out of them over his trainers, but they got stuck and he cursed as he hopped on one foot, removing shoes and clothes together from the other.
Finally in the stage he wanted to be at least an hour before, he walked towards Gideon, helping him undress.
* * *
Gideon hid his grin, Kingsley was always so impatient. He couldn't wait for him to get past such things and slow down; sex was always more fun the longer things took.
However, not today; Gideon had pushed his luck and didn't want to infuriate Kingsley any further. Naked, he wrapped his arms around Kingsley and spun them around, dropping Kingsley onto his back on the bed. Holding Kingsley down with his hands, Gideon squirmed lower, kissing him until he reached his cock.
Licking slowly, Gideon kissed him teasingly up and down his cock as Kingsley moaned and writhed against him.
* * *
Kingsley couldn't do much more than wriggle and hold Gideon's head, threading his fingers through his hair. He was concentrating hard not to just give in and come. It bothered him a little that Gideon seemed to have so much control and he had none. He had built up anticipation for this day and, as things turned horribly wrong, his horniness reached an all-time high.
But he was not going to be the rash teenager this time. He moved Gideon's head and then, quickly, slid from under him, turned him over and pinned him to the bed, kissing him hungrily.
* * *
Gideon acquiesced easily, lips parting at Kingsley's insistence, wrapping his arms and legs loosely around him. It never failed to surprise him just how much he liked kissing. Maybe it was just Kingsley, considering how much Gideon avoided it with other people.
Whatever mood Kingsley was in, Gideon enjoyed it. Sure hands caressed him, leading their movements against each other, arousing him slowly. All Gideon did was melt beneath him and follow Kingsley's lead, leaning into each touch. What Kingsley did was exactly what Gideon wanted and what he had missed the past month, if not longer, from a partner.
* * *
That felt good in a way he hadn't felt in a while. Since returning to Hogwarts, Kingsley had shunned all his male lovers and stuck to Marlene. He knew that the school thought he and she were exclusive now, and, instead of being bothered by the idea, he welcomed it for a change. Blokes now left him alone, because he had a girlfriend.
His hands caressing flat chest and stomach, finally curling around a hard cock, made him realize how much he missed a male body.
As he kissed Gideon more intimately, he understood he missed a certain male body.
* * *
Silently he pushed his hips up, asking for more, needing more. After Kingsley left, Gideon had fallen into his old ways of picking up random lovers at the pub after games or practice. But they weren't what he wanted. In their short time together, he'd gotten used to Kingsley.
He didn't know Kingsley's moods, or why one day he'd let Gideon lead then hesitate the next, but Gideon found himself wanting to learn.
He had assumed that once Kingsley left for Hogwarts, their brief relationship would end, yet it hadn't. As much as he disliked hope, Gideon found himself believing.
* * *
Kingsley had been antsy since he'd sent Gideon the owl about the Hogsmeade visit. As he supervised the students, the only thought in his mind had been to Apparate to Gideon's flat and immediately shag him senseless, fast and hard. All the interruptions had only increased this urgency.
Yet now he wanted was to make this last. He felt Gideon pushing his hips up and it sent a jolt through him. Gideon was asking for more, and more he'd give. Slowly his lips traced a path down Gideon's body, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking on it slowly.
* * *
Gideon loved how Kingsley responded to his every desire, as if Kingsley could read his mood – or his mind. Arcing of his hips made Kingsley kiss lower, his lips stopping at every sensitive place on Gideon's body, making him tremble. One swipe of Kingsley's tongue or a grazing of his teeth made Gideon lurch off the bed.
Gideon loved this; he wanted it so slow that he thought he'd die from the desire. He wanted Kingsley to bring him to such a state that he couldn't control his reactions. He wanted… Gideon wanted so much he couldn’t figure it out.
* * *
Kingsley's hands held Gideon's hips gently in place, while his mouth kissed his cock from tip to the base. Then he licked it back up, before taking it fully into his mouth. It was a familiar sensation, one that he had enjoyed immensely over the summer and which he'd missed in the past month.
His left hand caressed Gideon's hip, while the right cupped and fondled his balls. He thought his mind would burst with concentration – he was thinking about everything but the act of coming.
They had time for one shag only – and by Merlin he'd make it worthwhile.
* * *
Hips twitching, fingers clenching the sheets, he tried to stay still, but it was impossible. Whimpering softly, he involuntarily thrust against Kingsley's hand. Gideon wanted to turn them over, to take back control, although he was trying to ignore that impulse.
He did take control of his partners most of the time lately, but this wasn't about control here, it was about desire, and Gideon knew he couldn’t do what he wanted to Kingsley. He couldn't have what he needed, but it wasn't all he wanted from Kingsley. Gideon took a deep breath and held himself still, following Kingsley's lead.
* * *
He had concentrated as much as he could. His cock was about to burst with need, and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand it much longer. He stopped sucking Gideon's cock just long enough to Summon the lube. A little awkwardly, he uncapped it and coated his fingers.
He stretched Gideon carefully, marveling at his ability to hold still, and then spread more lube on his cock. Right before entering Gideon, though, he had an idea, something he'd always wanted to do. He looked at Gideon and asked, in a whisper, "Do you mind bottoming from the top?"
* * *
I'd rather top from the top, Gideon thought, swallowing the words that would end this quickly. Gideon nodded and Kingsley eagerly rolled them over. He hovered above Kingsley, whose cock barely brushed against his arse. Bending at his knees, pushing down on Kingsley, then unbending and hovering above him again, Gideon asked, "You sure you want this?"
Kingsley grabbed his hips and tried to help him, but Gideon resisted.
"Let me do it," Gideon whispered, not moving until Kingsley let him go.
Ever so slowly, Gideon lowered himself, wiggling around until Kingsley fit inside him, grinning at Kingsley's delighted expression.
* * *
Now his effort was in keeping his eyes open. He'd dreamed of doing this before; actually, he'd wanked several times to the thought of Gideon's naked body in full view while they fucked. As Gideon slowly found a comfortable position, Kingsley's hands traced a path starting from his shoulders and ending on his hips.
Gideon grinned at him and he grinned back, happy Gideon had agreed quickly. Kingsley hoped Gideon enjoyed the experience enough so he would try it again.
He held Gideon's hips with his hands, moving Gideon's body up and down, in tandem with his own body's movements.
* * *
Kingsley's hands helped balance him. It wasn't quite uncomfortable this way and it required concentration. What made it worthwhile was Kingsley beneath him, watching him. Leaning forward, he braced his hands against Kingsley's shoulders and continued to move up and down.
He was so close to coming; trembling, he carefully pushed all the way down, biting his lip in concentration, and rocked back and forth, bare skin against bare skin. Gideon took Kingsley's hand and moved it to his cock, rubbing it.
Hunching over, Gideon kissed him gently on the lips, gasping with relief against Kingsley's mouth as he came.
* * *
This was worth the month-long wait. Kingsley came like never before, watching Gideon's face in ecstasy. Kingsley pulled Gideon against his chest and closed his eyes, while he peppered Gideon's face with small kisses.
After his limp cock slid out of Gideon, they lay like that, Gideon flat on top of Kingsley, exchanging kisses and caresses.
Kingsley wished he could stay like that for a long time. It was comfortable, a kind of easiness he only felt with Gideon.
Because they were in a bed in his flat, instead of groping in an empty room in the school, of course.
* * *
He couldn't stop rubbing Kingsley's head, or returning the kisses. It was girlish the way they clung to each other, as if nothing else mattered. Gideon did not want Kingsley to leave. Instead of terrifying Gideon, he accepted it, acknowledging it was crazy and let it go. Unlike his past lovers, Gideon wanted Kingsley to enjoy this as much as he did. Things would work between them or they wouldn't; either way, Gideon realized he'd wait for Kingsley. For now through next year, these short, stolen moments were all they had, and Gideon knew it would have to be enough.
* * *
Kingsley forced himself to look at the clock and nudged Gideon. "I should be going soon. I have to make sure no-one is hiding in Hogsmeade." From personal experience, he knew all the places to check: the secluded alleys always hid at least one snogging couple. The area around the Shrieking Shack was obviously not scary enough for horny teenagers. And there were the girls who had to be almost forcefully removed from Gladrags.
There wouldn't be any other free day until Christmas; he wouldn't be able to see Gideon until then.
Unless he could come up with a plan…
* * *
Gideon nodded and rolled away. Reaching for his wand, which he had remembered to sit next to his bed, Gideon cast Scourgify on both of them, then grinned and said, "Accio clothes."
He dressed quicker than Kingsley who sat on the edge of his bed after pulling on his jeans. Standing in front of Kingsley, Gideon leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. He hid Kingsley's shirt behind his back, stepping away when Kingsley grabbed for it. Laughing, Gideon slowly backed out of the room, waving Kingsley's shirt.
He'd be damned if he let this morning end seriously.
* * *
"Come here, you snake!" Kingsley followed Gideon into the living-room. Laughing, both of them played a quick game of catch, until Gideon stopped, holding a stitch on his side, shirt still behind his back. Kingsley reached for it, bringing Gideon close to him.
Arms around Gideon, Kingsley forgot about the shirt and kissed him deeply. "Despite the wait, this was great, Mr. Prewett. We have to do it again soon." Mentally he was damning the fact he couldn't get out of school. He knew the Marauders could, because they always had Hogsmeade treats with them. But they never disclosed how.
* * *
Gideon knew he needed to get Kingsley back to Hogsmeade soon. He handed Kingsley the shirt, gently running his hands across Kingsley's chest while he tried to dress. He took another kiss before stepping away and smiled at him. He had to stop thinking about how long it was until he saw Kingsley again. Damn if he wasn't turning into a bird.
"Christmas is too far away, you know. I have a game nearby in two weeks; think you can manage to go? I'll leave tickets with Southwood for you two, if you like. Or I'll send them to you."
* * *
Grinning broadly, Kingsley nodded. "Better send them to Grandpa. He'll convince my parents to ask Professor Dumbledore to excuse me." He had good grades and flawless behavior, the latter due to being quite crafty. He could study extra hard for the next two weeks and be able to catch up on that weekend's work when he returned.
"Is the match on Saturday? I can go to Grandpa's before the match and he'll tell the Headmaster that I'll return on Sunday afternoon." He kissed Gideon. "And we can spend the night together. If you're not too tired, we can go dancing."
* * *
"As you wish," Gideon said, not willing to deny him that. They hadn't been dancing for some time, and Gideon was looking forward to flirting with him, knowing that this time nothing prevented them from having sex.
"We can have lunch with him after the game then go back to my flat. It's a much better idea than this, and we'll have plenty of time." Gideon wrapped his arms around him, "You ready?" Smirking at the phrase, he stepped back; they couldn’t Apparate like that, not knowing who might see them arrive. He grasped Kingsley's forearms and Disapparated to Hogsmeade.