Title: It's All Greek to Me! Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the ADWT, "If we're both drunk, it doesn't matter." Changed a bit. Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And neither of us own nice costumes. Which is okay, since we haven't been invited to any hot party anyway.
Gideon had been playing with the pillow on the sofa for over an hour as they sat there, talking about the Order with the WWN playing softly in the background.
"What is wrong with you tonight?" Kingsley asked, trying to hide his exasperation with all the short answers Gideon had given him so far.
"Victor is hosting a Halloween party for the Arrows next week."
"So?" Kingsley asked, "You want to attend? I'll find something else to do."
Meg had asked him, but that wasn't what Gideon had in mind. "I do want to go, but well…"
"I get it, Prewett, Meg asked you to go with her. So go."
"I do want to attend, but not with Meg."
"Heh. You want me to go? As your date?"
"No! I know you wouldn't want that, but maybe we can show up there later. Ya' know, crash the party."
"Well, you won't be crashing the party – you were invited. And why do you think I wouldn't want to go? I love Halloween - is it a costume party?"
"It is, but we don't want to wear costumes, do we?"
"Of course we do! This is the best part about Halloween. Actually, we must dress up."
Gideon laughed, "All right then, as you wish. Which begs the question, what do we wear? Can we go as Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw?"
"Fuck you, Prewett! Me, dressed as a woman? I'd probably be the scariest bird ever!" Eyeing Gideon mischievously, he continued, "But you, darling, with these fine features of yours, would look lovely as a fair maiden. And I can be your minstrel."
Gideon fluttered his eyes and waved his hand in front of his face like a fan, "Why my love, what nice things you say."
He pushed the pillow away and settled back on the sofa, running one finger across Kingsley's thigh. "Honestly, remember that first time at the boathouse? I like you in a skirt, you're sexy as hell."
He leaned over and nipped Kingsley's chin, "Okay, we better find a better idea for costumes. Achilles and Patroclus?"
Closing his eyes and groaning softly, Kingsley replied, "Anything to see me in a skirt, yeah? And then I get the benefit of seeing you in a skirt, too. I like that. And I'd love to see my prim and proper lover showing his awesome legs in public," he added, moving his face and kissing Gideon's mouth.
"Yes," Gideon muttered between kisses, "anything at all."
Twisting himself around to settle on Kingsley's lap, Gideon pushed against his erection, "But we can take care of the details next week, yeah?"
***
Kingsley quickly finished some last-minute parchment work and Apparated home. He was late. He'd promised Gideon that he would help him Transfigure their costumes for the party that night. Not that he thought he'd be able to help much. His Sewing Charms definitely lacked. He was able to mend the occasional hemline and maybe sew a button as an emergency.
From the living-room, he called out, "Gideon, I'm home."
Gideon was sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor, rolling his eyes as Kingsley walked in, "Meg says the whole costumes are here, but I tell you, there's only enough material for one."
He eyed Kingsley's chest as he stripped off his robes, "Er, one of me, that is."
"What do you mean? I won't have a costume? That can't happen, Mr. Prewett," Kingsley answered, now standing naked in front of Gideon. "Maybe I can go like this," he laughed. "You know, the old birthday suit? Would you like it?"
Gideon shook his head. "Yes and you know that. But I'd never get the birds away from you. No, there are two costumes here, somewhere. I think Meg is humored by the thought of both of us going half dressed."
He stood up, carrying the larger of the two, "I think it goes on this way," he muttered, dropping it over Kingsley's head.
He adjusted the material so a thin strip of cloth draped across Kingsley's chest and the rest hung loosely, ending above his knees. Picking up a wide leather belt, he wrapped it around Kingsley's waist.
Stepping back, Gideon wondered if they could skip Halloween and stay home.
"How do I look?" Kingsley asked, looking down at his outfit. "Come on, put yours on. And NO PANTS, Mr. Prewett. I doubt that ancient Greek wizards wore any."
Uncomfortable, but complying with Kingsley's request, Gideon shed his clothes and donned the costume, grinning. He turned around once then asked, "I hope this is better than a skirt."
"DAMNIT, GIDEON!" Kingsley shouted, watching Gideon, "You look so hot in a skirt!" He put his hands under the bottom of Gideon's outfit, slowly moving upwards, cupping his arse. "What about forgetting about this party and having our own here, eh?" he whispered in Gideon's ear.
Laughing, Gideon pushed his hips against Kingsley, then kissed the top of his head, "Patience, my squire, you're coming home with me tonight. Wait for me."
Kissing the corner of Gideon's mouth, Kingsley suggested, "Can we have a quickie before we go? We can't have a hard-on with a skirt and no pants. The other guests will think we're armed!"
"What hard-on? It's just you, Imp, who has no ability to control it." At Kingsley's frown, Gideon changed his mind, "All right, no quickie first, then when we come back you can do whatever you want to me."
Gideon shuddered at the thought; he'd have to drink a lot tonight.
"Hey, it's not a matter of not having control. It's just that you have a hot arse," Kingsley replied with mock indignation. "But, since you'll be my slave when we come back, I'll be patient and control my animalistic desires."
With a wet and noisy kiss on Gideon's mouth, Kingsley pronounced himself ready to go.
Gideon raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't contradict his words. They didn't need joint Apparition, but he liked doing it anyway. Taking Kingsley's arm they left for the party.
***
Five drinks and three advances later, a happy Gideon found his way back to Kingsley's side where yet another bird was hanging off his arm. He didn't know the majority of wizards and witches at the party; it had moved way beyond a 'little Quidditch get together' hours ago.
Laughing at the girl, who was smiling coyly as she peeked inside Kingsley's toga, Gideon peeled one finger after the other away, saying, "He's my Patroclus tonight, Princess. Find yourself another boy to abuse."
"Achilles! Where have you been? I've been looking for you," Kingsley answered, winking at the girl and turning his back to her. He mouthed a "Thank you" at Gideon and, touching his arm, directed him back to the makeshift bar. "I'm thirsty. Do you want something to drink?"
At the bar, he ordered a large glass of water, which he downed in a couple of gulps and then asked for a beer. It was his second that night, although he hadn't drunk more than a few sips of the first, conveniently 'forgetting' the almost full glass on the window sill as he danced with a witch dressed as Marie Antoinette.
Leaning over, he whispered in Gideon's ear, "I want to dance with you, but firstly I don’t think people here would understand, and secondly, if I touch you now we will need that quickie."
"I don't know these people, neither do you. Besides, if we're both drunk, does it matter?" Gideon grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the dance floor, "Oh, I have a better idea!"
He changed direction, pulled Kingsley to the far wall, and took his wand out. Biting his lip for a moment, he thought hard then quietly cast a spell at him, Transfiguring Kingsley's toga into a gray, hairy outfit.
Casting the wand at himself, he turned his costume into a red robe and pulled the cowl over his head, "There; now no one will know."
Kingsley didn't want to point out to Gideon that he wasn't drunk, not with only a couple of sips of beer. But the possibilities of doing some nice role-playing that night in bed made him shut up. Yes, the Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood would certainly give in to their animalistic desires.
Laughing, Gideon pulled Kingsley onto the dance floor. Too many nights spent at Heaven were hazily recalled and Gideon, in his drunken state, quickly forgot where they were. Half a song later and he was grinding his pelvis against Kingsley, straddling his leg.
Turned on even more than before, Kingsley hissed. It was a wonderful feeling, to have Gideon so brazenly rubbing against him. But, unlike his lovely partner, he was not drunk and was painfully aware that some people were looking at them quizzically, obviously trying to figure out who the tall couple was.
With a sheepish grin, Kingsley decided that it was time to show Red Riding Hood what big teeth the wolf had. With a slight bow of goodnight to anyone who might be interested in the greeting, he grabbed Gideon even more closely and Apparated them to their flat.