Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: PG-13 Summary: Written for the AWDT prompt, “I saw the way he/she looked at you”. Kingsley and Gideon meet after Gideon’s Quidditch game. Sparks start to fly. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And obviously we aren’t rich enough to own a Quidditch team A/N: For andrea__88, brilliant icon maker. Warnings: Chan-ish - but the minor in question isn't innocent at all!
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“I saw the way she looked at you,” Kingsley said, in what he hoped was a casual tone.
Gideon turned his face to hide his smirk. He’d also noted the way that Meg had looked at him. But how could he care about her when he had Kingsley next to him?
If only Kingsley was of age… The skinny boy had turned into a hunk and looked much older than his sixteen years.
But he was sixteen – and carried his heart on his sleeve. Gideon figured a little flirting wouldn’t hurt. He turned to Kingsley and asked, sultrily, “Like how?” Kingsley didn't answer immediately, and that was all it took for an enthusiastic Meg to come bounding over and congratulate Gideon for a winning game with a brief kiss on the cheek.
Mindful of who watched, Gideon smiled but didn't return the kiss. She laughed and made her way to the next player, offering him a hug instead of a kiss.
If Gideon wasn't mistaken, Kingsley was glaring at her back.
"Well," he said, drawing Kingsley's attention by touching his arm. "What do you think?"
I think she’s a shameless slut. Why did she have to kiss you and just hug the other bloke? Maybe she should be a little more blatant in showing that she has the hots for you – I’m sure there’s a goblin at Gringotts who hasn’t noticed yet, Kingsley thought facetiously.
His arm jerked slightly at Gideon’s touch. He couldn’t really tell Gideon what he was thinking about Meg, so he used what he imagined was excellent diversionary tactics. “About what?”
Kingsley looked angry still, and Gideon didn't want him angry, he wanted him flirty. He shuffled his feet, slowly shifting the two of them away from the direction of the crowd. It didn't hurt that Kinsley was tall enough to block Gideon's face from everyone; no one would catch him eyeing the good-looking boy.
"It's the first game we've won, and the first you've attended. Does that mean I need to steal you away for all my games?"
Kingsley smiled, Meg already forgotten. “Why? Do you think I brought good luck to you? "Well, this is my third game, and the first we've won. I'd say so."
Gideon shrugged his shoulders, unwilling to end the conversation yet really wanting a shower. He knew the team expected him to join them afterwards for dinner, and he'd already told Meg he could go.
But to walk away from this conversation was harder than he expected. He could ignore the itch of the sweat for a bit longer, at least. Glancing around Kingsley, he saw that the crowd had left, and all of the team already Apparated.
He stepped closer, "Well, how about it? You want to cheer me on at my games?" He looked Kingsley up and down just once, slowly. "I know I'd appreciate it."
Kingsley felt a very strange sensation when Gideon looked him up and down. Ever since he'd had his growth spurt and had filled out, he had been receiving such looks, from boys and girls alike. He had heard comments that he was a hot looking bloke.
But he had never felt this weird mixture of hot and cold that made him shiver almost unnoticeably.
He nodded, to disguise his discomfort with this new feeling. He'd love to come to another game and see professional Quidditch. He'd love to see Gideon play. "Yeah, I'd like that. I'll have to ask my parents, but I'm sure they'll let me."
He knew that his orders had been to go to the nearest Floo and go back home as soon as the game was over, but he didn't want to leave. Not now. He wanted to talk to Gideon for a while longer.
He wanted to keep him away from that Meg.
Gideon relented and stepped back, leaning over to pick up his broom; it wasn't fair of him to tease like that. He knew a little about Kingsley since he followed the House teams still, but not enough to make a move. What a damn shame, he was a fine looking bloke and Gideon loved to flirt.
"Aren't you playing for Ravenclaw?" Gideon asked, "We're encouraged to return and watch once in a while.
Kingsley eyed the fine arse when Gideon leant over and averted his eyes quickly as Gideon stood up and looked at him. He hoped that he hadn't seen what Kingsley had been staring at.
He also sensed that Gideon's attitude had changed. He didn't like that. He didn't know why, but he felt as if he was being dismissed.
Thinking about how he could manage to be asked to stay a little longer, he almost missed Gideon's question. Quickly, he answered, "Yes, I'm a Beater." Then, to cover his uneasiness, he continued, "I was watching your Beaters. They're very good." In reality, he'd spent the whole match watching Gideon, but he'd be damned if he admitted it.
"I've helped Sanders with the bludger backbeat before, I think I've got the idea how it works. I don't know that I could do it, but it's fun to watch the other team get confused."
Well, Gideon thought, he didn't run, which was an interesting sign. Kingsley had averted his eyes quickly, but Gideon didn't catch where he'd been looking. Hints upon hints here between them.
He stepped a bit closer, watching Kingsley. The game often sped by too fast to keep tracks of the people in the stands, but Gideon knew he'd look for Kingsley the next time.
"So, do you have any tricks you like?"
Kingsley's eyes shone when Gideon mentioned the difficult maneuver. "Really? That's awesome. I've tried to practice that, but the other Beater in our team can't get the basics at all. The only person I could practice with would be Sirius Black. We're good mates, but sometimes we're rivals, so --" He stopped short, certain that he was rambling like an idiot. Gideon was a professional player; he wouldn't care for school Quidditch.
Then Gideon came closer and all that Kingsley could say, watching Gideon's mouth was repeat, like an idiot, "Tricks...I like?"
Gideon hid a smile by biting his lip. Hard.
Then he glanced at Kingsley's shoulders; hard was the wrong word to think. Kingsley had been a scrawny boy the last time he'd seen him. It was amazing what a year or so could do to the boy. And to his own libido.
"What do you like, Kingsley? I'm just curious."
He would not take another step closer, it was wrong and Gideon was old enough to know better. Of course, if he just stood there, waiting… that wasn't really encouraging, and it left some things up to Kingsley to decide.
Kingsley watched with fascination Gideon biting his lips and, by sheer instinct, licked his own.
He wondered what it'd be like to bite that lip - and almost said so, when Gideon asked him what he liked.
And then remembered Meg, who had been looking at Gideon in a way he couldn't describe, but didn't like.
He had no idea if Gideon liked boys or girls. Or both, like himself. He just knew that Gideon was one sexy bloke.
Gideon wondered if Kingsley was always so quiet.
He watched Kingsley lick his lips and had to close his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. The tavern was calling, and he'd be damned if he left there alone. Hells, if a sixteen year old was doing this to him, he needed sex.
He shrugged his arms, indicating the equipment, "I really need a shower, and a change of clothes. I better go. Will I see you again? I mean at the next game?"
Yep, dismissed, Kingsley thought. Like the young schoolboy that he was. He was usually pretty aggressive and would've kissed the bloke - or bird - in front of him already, but Gideon's age and the fact that he was a pro-Quidditch player had turned him into a bumbling fool.
He was glad for the robes; he was a little hard - how embarrassing would it be if Gideon saw that?
He looked at the magical watch on his wrist, which was blinking wildly, telling him he would be late. He'd go to the Floo at the tavern and try to get home right away. Maybe he'd go to his grandpa's house. Either Anna or Jack would be home and he'd get laid, either with the brother or sister. They were fine with him again, after the awful breakup a couple of years before.
He nodded in response to Gideon's question. "Sure, I'll be back. I can come to the games while school's out."
He then extended his hand to Gideon. "Thanks for the invitation. See you at the next game."
Unsure what to do and knowing that Kingsley took it as a dismissal, which it wasn't, Gideon shook Kingsley's hand.
"I am really glad you came and I saw you. I'm also sorry I have to go. The next game is earlier in the day, I'll have more time then." He stood there, still holding Kingsley's hand, waiting for a response.
Kingsley had always wanted to be a Gryffindor and he thought he was brave enough for that. Here was Gideon, holding his hand a little longer than necessary for a friendly shake. What did he have to lose? On an impulse, he gave Gideon's hand a brief squeeze and answered, staring directly into Gideon's eyes, "I'll be here."
Gideon flashed him a brilliant smile and let go. "Good. I'm glad. I'll see you around then."
He Apparated quickly, before he did something stupid like lean across the little distance that separated them and kiss Kingsley on the cheek.
Kingsley ran to the tavern. He couldn't be late or he wouldn't be allowed to come for the next game. He'd be damned if he'd miss any Arrows game.