Authors:lee_west and ceria Rating: PG-13 Paring: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Two men play games Disclaimer: We don't own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we still don't own any Quidditch field. Warning: This is technically chan - but the minor in question isn't innocent at all!
Kingsley woke up on Sunday feeling a little edgy. He looked at the alarm clock; it said “too early,” probably meaning that it wasn’t his usual summer wake-up time of twelve noon. He turned around in bed, but couldn’t fall asleep. He’d never felt this anxious before and wondered what it meant.
Finally, not being able to stand being in bed any longer, he decided to make an early – and unexpected – appearance at breakfast.
***
McIntosh Shacklebolt was sipping hot coffee and reading the Daily Prophet, his brow furrowed. The news never changed – more deaths, more disappearances. He held a very dangerous job and was used to the grim reality, but he never ceased to be shocked by the intensity of it.
He lifted his eyes from the paper when his son walked into the kitchen, clad in a t-shirt and boxers. Kingsley had grown like a weed in the past couple of years and was looking more and more like McIntosh himself.
He was very proud of his boy, who bent down to give his mother a kiss and then hugged his dad. Kingsley was a good student, responsible in school and very outgoing. McIntosh had taught his son well: Kingsley didn’t have a prejudiced bone in his body. He had friends from diverse backgrounds at school, from the haughty purebloods to the Muggle born.
McIntosh hadn’t been too pleased when he heard that Kingsley had befriended the youngest Lestrange and Black boys, but Kingsley had told his father that both boys were fine chaps, a little weird when it came to their thoughts about purity of blood, but all right otherwise. “They make me laugh sometimes, Dad,” Kingsley had said. “It’s so funny to hear them say those things. I mean, they really believe all that nonsense.
If Kingsley could laugh at it, then he would never be influenced by that rot. McIntosh still preferred his son to interact with the other kind of people, but Kingsley would have to make those decisions on his own.
Kingsley sat across from him, a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. McIntosh knew that he was biased as a father, but Kingsley had turned into a really handsome young man. Apparently, the girls thought so too. The Floo was always busy after Kingsley woke up.
He was up early that Sunday, McIntosh noticed. “What bit you, Kingsley? It’s only 9:30 and you’re up already?”
Kingsley stretched, yawning. “Couldn’t sleep any more.”
“Excited about the game?”
Kingsley stared at his father for a few seconds. That was it! That was the reason he was feeling antsy. “Yep, I am. I hope it’s a great game.”
“They’ve got a good team. By the way, Fabian Prewett told me he saw you at Fortescue a few days ago and that you know his brother.”
Kingsley fidgeted in his chair. “Erm…yeah, I know Gideon. I played against him my first season. It was his last year at Hogwarts.”
“I heard he’s doing great. Good for him. The Prewetts are good people. You know, the right kind of purebloods.”
Kingsley made a non-committal noise. He didn’t want to talk or hear about Gideon. He knew now exactly why he couldn’t sleep.
In order to erase Gideon’s face from his mind, he attacked the eggs and sausage his mother had placed in front of him and tried to change the subject to something less distracting.
It didn’t help. Gideon was now etched in his brain.
***
Clad in his tight jeans and t-shirt, Kingsley fastened the old cloak around his clothes and stepped into the Floo. He was very early, but he just couldn’t stay home any longer.
***
Shaking his head in disgust, Gideon dropped his equipment onto the ground, setting his broom on top of the several guards he already divested. They played the Caerphilly Catapults, a team they defeated twice last season.
Gideon obviously wasn't the only Chaser, and the three of them were usually a sound match for each other, experienced at playing off the other's strengths. Apparently, their game was a bit off while the Catapults were a bit on. He'd scored well in the beginning, but getting hit by the Bludger sent more than his broom into a tailspin.
He laughed at Fabian's expression as his brother approached.
"Well, it wasn't a boring game," Fabian said carefully.
"Were you one of the ones cheering when I almost fell?"
Scowling, Fabian said, "No, but I was one of the wizards that hexed them. The fools."
"Ah, I thought that might be you," Gideon said, "At least it was entertaining from our bird's eye view. I thought Sanders was going to fall off his broom, he was laughing so hard watching the hexes."
"Lucky we weren't at Hogwarts, I'd hate to serve any detentions over those hexes."
"Heh. It would be worth it. Hells, it was worth it then."
"You would know, Gideon, you spent much more time in detention than I did."
"And why was that, brother? You were always getting yourself in trouble and I had to rescue you."
Fabian shrugged and looked over Gideon's shoulder, waving hello to someone.
"Here, give me your equipment, I'll Apparate it back to your flat and wait there for you."
"Sure, I'll be along shortly. Are we going to the pub?"
"Yes, there'll be lots of legal-aged wizards to flirt with."
Before Gideon could respond, Fabian grabbed his things and Apparated.
He turned to accept congratulations from well-wishers, kneeling on the ground to talk to their shy son before his parents dragged him away.
His brother could have only been referring to one person, and as a long shadow crossed his path, Gideon looked up, expecting to see Kingsley.
For a moment, he couldn't move as he recognized the same pair of sexy jeans from the parlor. Ruthlessly he focused on something less attractive, which would be anyone or anything not Kingsley.
"Hey you," Gideon said calmly, unfolding from the ground. He nodded with his head toward Meg, where she stood talking to a young couple with two girls close to twelve years of age.
"Walk with me?" Gideon said, turning as he spoke, already assuming Kingsley would. When Kingsley fell in beside him a few moments later, Gideon asked, "Do you see that couple?"
***
As soon as the match ended, Kingsley moved quickly down the bleachers. He wanted to find Gideon before Meg did. He saw him talking to his brother and slowed down a little. He was a bit cautious around the older Prewett brother - he had a feeling that his father would know everything he did through Fabian.
But then Fabian waved at him. He'd seen him, so Kingsley walked over to where the two brothers were. He was surprised to see Fabian Apparate without waiting for him.
Surprised but not disappointed.
He approached Gideon, who was crouching, talking to a boy. Then he rose and asked Kingsley to walk with him.
Gideon turned around and Kingsley followed him, nodding when Gideon indicated a couple that had been around him a few minutes before.
"See the shorter girl? Apparently she's a huge Quidditch fan and has been trying to collect all the team's autographs. Twice now she's tried to approach me, but her parents distract her. I can't help but feel they're worried about my reaction since I'm a pureblood."
Kingsley furrowed his brow.
"Why would they do that?"
"It seems to bother some people more than others," Gideon shrugged. "A couple of the players were intimidated by me last season. It doesn't seem right."
"Because you're a pureblood? Why would that matter? Of course it isn't right."
Gideon smiled; it was the answer he wanted, or at least the beginning of the answer he wanted. He'd been torn the last few days between berating himself for the interest in asking, and the knowledge that he might have the excuse he needed to walk away. What he saw at Fortescue's sauntered through his head more than once, a testament to conflicting desires.
"This will only take a moment, so don't leave," he said, catching Kingsley's eye as they reached the others. He watched him for a moment, wondering about his reaction.
The parents were still talking to Meg, both girls playing behind them, watching Gideon approach. He knelt in the mud again to speak with both of them as the parents turned, eyes widening. Gideon hated that look, he wasn't an aristocratic Black or Malfoy to deserve it.
He talked to them briefly, leaving Kingsley standing off to the side. He joked with the youngest – Sally – about practically falling off his broom during the game. Her sister was giggling before they finished the conversation.
Seeing Meg approach Kingsley, Gideon turned toward the parents, comfortably bringing them into the conversation.
***
Gideon had told her pointedly that he was staying after the game a bit to speak to someone named Kingsley. It had surprised her; Gideon made a point to never interact with the fans unless they were children.
"Hi, Kingsley," she said, holding out her hand, "I'm Meaghan Daniels, though everyone calls me Meg. How are you?"
She wondered briefly if he was interested in recruiting him, "Do you play Quidditch?"
Kingsley stayed put, waiting as Gideon told him to. He watched the other man curiously, trying to figure out why he was so interested in talking to the little girls. He wondered if Gideon really meant for him to wait there.
Then he saw that woman approaching him. He braced for the exchange. Maybe she was coming over to tell him to lay off her boyfriend.
Uneasily he thought that maybe Gideon had asked her to do so. Maybe he was totally straight and what Kingsley had noticed at Fortescue was only a figment of his imagination.
No, he knew when someone was interested in him. Gideon had certainly given him the right signals. So, if Mr. Gideon Prewett didn't know he liked boys, too - or was at least curious - it wouldn't be Meg that would prevent Kingsley from helping Gideon see the light.
She held out her hand and he took it, eyeing her warily. She introduced herself - he thought it was odd that she knew his name, but imagined that Gideon had told her. He knew hers, as it was on the team’s roster.
And, instead of telling him to lay off Gideon, she asked him if he played Quidditch.
He nodded. "Yes, I do. I've been playing Beater for Ravenclaw since my third year."
"You attend Hogwarts?" She didn't add still to sentence, though it was implied. "I assume this is your last year?" Now she was confused, Gideon had been uncomfortable when he mentioned that he would be looking for a friend after the game.
He nodded. She seemed surprised that he was at Hogwarts, but he didn't know why. Maybe because he was wearing Muggle clothes? Did she think he was a Muggle? But what would a Muggle be doing in a Quidditch field?
Maybe she thought he was a Squib?
He decided to elaborate. "Yes, I do. I'll be a Seventh Year this September."
There were two reasons for Gideon mentioning a man in Meg's memory. The first was recruitment, the second... it couldn't be the second, he was a bit young.
"Are you planning on playing Quidditch once you leave Hogwarts?"
He shook his head. "No, I want to be an Auror like my dad." He smiled against his will; he had no intention of being friendly to her. "And like my grandpa, too, but he's retired."
"Then I'm sure you've met Fabian. Gideon said the only times he leaves headquarters is to attend our games."
She was rattling and she knew it. Apparently, there wasn't Quidditch in this young man's future. But Gideon hadn't changed much in the past year since she met him; it really had to mean one thing. Out of curiosity, Meg said one more thing to him, "Well, that's not totally true. He was at Molly's house for dinner a couple weeks past."
"Yes, I've met Mr. Prewett. I like to go to Headquarters to visit my dad and I met him there. He's a nice bloke."
He was starting to warm up to her; at least she wasn't treating him like a child.
Then she mentioned dinner at Molly's – their sister, Mrs. Weasley. At first he nodded, thinking that it was all right that Fabian was at his sister's house for dinner. He was about to let it pass, but then he grasped the hidden meaning.
The only way she could know that Fabian was at dinner was if she had been there, too. He deflated slightly. Not only was Gideon dating her, it was serious enough for him to take her for dinner with his family.
He thought briefly that he should just cut his losses and go home. He could Floo Marlene and meet her for more snogging, just like they had done after the -
He grinned toothily. Two could play this game. "Actually, he may be getting out more often. I saw him and Gideon the other day at Florean Fortescue. You know, having ice cream?" he said, thinking and your boyfriend loved what I did with my ice cream. Bet you can't do it like that.
Watching his facial expressions concluded her doubts immediately.
Oh, Gideon, what are you doing? she thought.
Kingsley's response surprised her, which Meg appreciated; he wasn't backing down.
"I don't know much about Fabian, but it's good to know you saw Gideon out. He's seemed stressed this past week and it showed in his game today. If that Bludger had been any faster, he would have lost his broom out there."
Well, darling, if you'll let him out by himself, you may lose him faster than you think, Kingsley thought, quite cattily. He wanted to tell her more, and was thinking how to get to that point when he heard the words 'stressed out this past week'. And then her comment about how Gideon could've been seriously hurt made him blurt out, "Why's he been stressed out? What happened to him?"
He hoped that it had nothing to do with him. Right now he was convinced that Gideon was definitely straight and only curious about boys. This was enough reason to be stressed out and confused - hell, he'd seen his own cousin Chambers break down when he found out he liked boys... Chambers had been a mess, not that he didn't deserve it, big git that he was, but still... if it hadn't been for Santini, the end result might've been pretty gruesome.
It never occurred to him that he had embraced his bisexuality quite easily. Probably because he had never really thought about it. Or maybe, again, because of Santini, the best cousin anyone could have.
Maybe he should stop flirting with Gideon. He didn't want to be responsible for any broom falling or anything like that.
"Well," he said, fidgeting a little, "maybe I should go home. Can you tell Gideon goodbye for me?"
***
Gideon approached Kingsley from behind, admiring the view. He was gorgeous at sixteen, and Gideon's first thought was what he'd look like in another year.
At least him and Meg were still being civil to each other. He hadn't meant to leave them alone at all, considering Kingsley's last reaction to her. He should have realized Meg wouldn't see it that way. Curiosity was strong in her.
Touching Kingsley's bare arm, he stood close enough to whisper in his ear, "I hope you're both playing nicely." He didn't expect Kingsley's girlfriend would have been if the situations were reversed.
Smiling at Meg around Kingsley, he waved bye to her with his other hand.
"Actually, I'd rather you didn't leave quite yet, if you have a minute."
He didn't take his fingers from Kingsley's arm, and to Gideon's embarrassment, his other hand was wandering, softly touching Kingsley across his shoulder blades and back.
Meg smiled, "Why don't you ask Gideon yourself, Kingsley? He's not told me."
Gideon waited until she Apparated, "Ask me what?"
Kingsley felt a hand touch his arm and heard Gideon's voice whispering in his ear. What the fuck? he thought. Why was Gideon whispering in his ear, giving him goosebumps all over, in front of his fucking girlfriend?
And what was that thing about 'playing nicely'? Was Gideon afraid he'd hex his precious girl?
And then, Gideon actually waved goodbye to her, telling him not to leave, still holding his arm and now caressing his back with his other hand!
Kingsley had never been so confused in his life. It could only mean one thing: Gideon wanted to talk to him in private, probably about Meg. Maybe he'd tell Kingsley that whatever he had seemed to want before was gone. Maybe he'd planned all that beforehand with Meg, to tell Kingsley to look for people his own age.
But that fucking hand on his back felt sooo good!
By instinct, he leaned back onto the touch and completely missed what Meg said before she Apparated.
So, when Gideon asked him, "Ask me what?" his only pathetically stupid comment was "What, what?"
Gideon almost laughed at the confused look on Kingsley's face.
"I don't know, Kingsley. She told you to ask me since I've not told her anything."
Frowning, Gideon realized the confused look wasn't leaving and that something else was wrong.
Turning Kingsley around in his arms, Gideon said, "Never mind Meg, I'm sure it wasn't important. What's wrong?"
Gideon couldn’t help himself, it was his nature to be tactile. Everyone was gone and it was just him and Kingsley on the field. He cupped Kingsley’s jaw in one hand, forcing him to meet his eyes.
"Is this bothering you?"
Kingsley's eyes moved from Gideon's mouth to his eyes and back to his mouth. The big bastard had the nerve to ask what was wrong? And if that - whatever he meant by "that" - was bothering him?
Yes, it was bothering him all right. That body language had only meant one thing for Kingsley - the bloke in front of him wanted to kiss him.
Had it been anyone else, Kingsley would've just moved a little forward and that would be it.
But this was Gideon. Straight-maybe-I-can-try-to-do-it-with-boys-who-must-adore-me-because-I'm-a-fucking-Quidditch-star-Gideon.
Slowly he moved his face out of Gideon's hands and asked, in a very innocent tone, "What do you mean? What would be bothering me?"
Gideon sighed and let him have his space. He couldn't kiss an underage wizard. He knew how much trouble that would start. "Kingsley, have you seen me kiss her? Have you seen me touch her? Have I given any indication that we're a couple? She is my friend."
He paused for a moment, biting his lip then looked away. He either admitted it, or watched Kingsley walk, and he wasn't quite ready for that. "On the other hand I've done nothing but flirt with you. Do you realize how much trouble that can get me in?"
Kingsley was still smarting from what he thought was a brush-off, scowling slightly, but his facial expression changed to a very happy one as he heard Gideon admitting that he and Meg were only friends.
It could be just a little fib – there was still the matter of the dinner at the in laws, as he thought with disdain, but that didn’t matter now.
What mattered was that Gideon was admitting to flirting with him. He vaguely heard the part about ‘trouble,’ but, at sixteen, such words had no meaning.
This time it was him who cupped Gideon’s face, turning it towards him, and whispering a mere fraction of an inch from Gideon’s mouth, “Trouble? I don’t think so,” and, right before his mouth touched Gideon’s, “I’ll be seventeen soon.”
Gideon started as warm hands touched him. His initial thought of How soon? was swallowed by warm lips. Heat from Kingsley's hands, heat from his lips, Gideon was enclosed by heat. He stepped closer, damning himself he knew, but not caring.
Chaste, he thought, if I can keep this chaste, it will be safe, controllable.
He raised his arms to Kingsley's hips, hands finding the edge between shirt and jeans, thumbs pushing themselves under the shirt to caress bare skin, fingers worming into the top of the jeans.
He licked Kingsley's lower lip.
Kingsley thought that, for a bloke who was just curious, Gideon seemed quite at ease with the thought of kissing another man. He felt Gideon's hands on his bare back and moaned softly.
He tried to do the same to Gideon, but those fucking robes were in the way. Not able to touch bare skin, he opted for more contact. He put his hands on Gideon's arse and pulled him closer.
When Gideon licked his lower lip, he started grinding their bodies together.
Hands tightening around Kingsley's waist, Gideon wanted nothing more than to continue the kiss. He pushed his tongue in and out, teasing Kingsley, hips rotating between the friction of Kingsley's hands and dick.
Hands, dick, hips, pelvic...
Gideon pulled his head back, gasping for a second, forcing his body back into control, and looking anywhere but at the man – boy – in his arms. Dear god, he was humping a sixteen-year-old in public.
"Kingsley, we have to stop."
He took a ragged breath, but held his body still. It would take a moment for the words to penetrate, and Gideon knew he'd probably see anger from him; not what he wanted, but he had to make Kingsley listen. It was killing him to feel the hands on his arse, the jeans that barely restrained Kingsley's dick grinding against him.
He rested his forehead against Kingsley's, talking slowly, desperately trying to show that it wasn't what he wanted, "Kingsley, we're in the middle of a field, the Department of Games and Sports will be here any moment for the pitch. We've got to stop. I don't fancy explaining this to a member of the Ministry of Magic."
Gideon closed his eyes, he wasn't sure of Kingsley's reaction, but he was definitely sure he didn't want to see it.
Kingsley let out a frustrated sound when Gideon stopped kissing him. Who cared about the fucking Ministry? All he wanted was to go on - that kiss was ace.
"Fine," he said, barely containing his frustration. "Let's go somewhere else then. The locker room?"
Gideon knew damn well if he went anywhere with him, he'd be tempted to push Kingsley into the nearest wall, strip him naked, and take him without a second thought.
Hell, briefly thinking about it was killing him. He couldn't imagine wearing those jeans and trying to comfortably keep an erection in them...
Gideon needed to leave, before he did something stupid. Stupider.
"We don't have a locker room, we simply Apparate in gear."
Kingsley huffed and crossed his arms. He was desperately horny - all he wanted to do was push Gideon against the wall and fuck him like there was no tomorrow.
But noooo, Gideon was fucking worrying about fucking Ministry officials... and this fucking Quidditch pitch didn't even have a locker room.
Because all those fucking players were old enough to Apparate!
He looked at Gideon, unsmiling, and asked, "What do you suggest we do, then?"
That was the anger he expected and Gideon desperately couldn’t think of anything to say to change it. He had nothing to offer him. Well, an invitation to his flat the day after his birthday was a good idea, but Gideon wouldn’t let himself consider that. Not right now.
What was it about Kingsley Shacklebolt that left him thinking of tomorrow instead of today?
Gideon closed his eyes and shook his head, "I have nothing to suggest that you would approve of. The only thing I can tell you is that we can do nothing. Not tonight at least."
Not tonight at least.
Of course, his not-girlfriend was waiting, wasn't she? That was it. Kingsley couldn't believe that Gideon had kissed him and caressed him and was dismissing him again!
It made him really angry.
"What are you, a fucking tease? I think you're a bit old for that, aren't you? If you didn't want to go all the way with me, why did you lead me on?"
Shaking his head, he turned his back to Gideon and started walking away, thinking Fuck you, Gideon Prewett!
Anger was always a bad response, yet Gideon was angry. He could hear the calm, rational Slytherin part of his brain telling him to let it go, that it wasn't worth the distress.
It took three steps to catch up with him and put a hand on his shoulder. He wouldn't restrain him; if Kingsley wanted to go, Gideon wouldn’t stop him.
"A fucking tease?" he snarled, incredulous, "says the boy who sucked his ice cream in such a way that I couldn't stand up from the table? In front of his girlfriend? Then left with said girlfriend hanging on him, discussing what she wanted to do to him? Who is leading who on? I went home to myself, Shacklebolt, what did you go home to?"
Kingsley shook Gideon's hand off angrily, but he turned to face him. He was still angry; he didn't understand why Gideon was bringing the ice cream parlor into this conversation.
"So what? First of all, that was then and this is now. I didn't kiss you or put my hands on you then; second, she didn't see it anyway. And, for your information, I went to her house and her parents were home, so I went home to myself, too. There!"
He conveniently omitted the fact that he got mind-blowing head in the theatre. Gideon didn't have to know that.
Gideon ran a hand through his hair, he was frustrated as hell, thanks to Kingsley's mouth and dress and, well, just thanks to him in general. Gideon was trying to control it.
"Then why are you so angry? Don't tell you you've never been turned down before. And it's really not as if I'm turning you down, Kingsley. It's more like delaying it for a better opportunity. Having sex in an open field knowing I'll get caught and turned into the Ministry isn't exciting to me."
Kingsley watched Gideon warily. He was racking his brain, but he couldn't remember having ever been turned down. It hurt.
But then he picked up that Gideon wasn't really turning him down.
"I know we can't sex here in the field. That's why I asked you if we could go somewhere else. I'm angry because you don't want to find a place."
Gideon was lost for words and embarrassed. It wasn't something he ever had to explain before, and he didn't have any idea where to begin. "Kingsley, some things are worth the wait. If you understand why we can't have sex here, then you need to understand why I can't have sex now."
Needing a moment to think, he turned around, but didn't walk away. In the distance, he could see the Department of Games and Sports taking care of the pitch. In some ways it made his choice easier, knowing they had a distant audience calmed Gideon enough to finish the conversation.
He looked over his shoulder, but didn't turn back around, "How can you doubt what I want? It's obvious to me, it should be obvious to you. Hell, even Meg figured it out. She just trusts me enough to assume I won't do anything to encourage this."
Gideon laughed. "That obviously isn't true either. I can't look at you without wanting you."
Kingsley sighed deeply. It was that damn age difference - or better, the fact that he wasn't of age yet. It was something he'd never worried about. At school, all his partners were underage or barely legal. The furtive sex happened in empty rooms, under the bleachers, in the locker room, anywhere where two people could hide from public view.
Here was a man, not a boy, with his own flat where they could fuck in peace without running the risk of being discovered, a hot man who'd taken hold of Kingsley's brain - and who wouldn't do it, probably until after his birthday, which wouldn't be for almost two months.
A man who was saying that he couldn't look at him without wanting him. Hell, he couldn't look at Gideon without going mad, either.
"I know. It's my age, yeah? I don't want you to get in trouble, Gideon. If you want to do it now, we really can. I'll never cause trouble. No one will ever know. And I'll be seventeen in August."
And then he said the words he didn't mean, but it seemed an adult thing to do. "But if you really want to wait, just because it's safer, I guess we can."
He didn't want to wait at all and he hoped that Gideon would take the offer of 'now' rather than 'later.' But he knew that Gideon wouldn't. Feeling edgy, he asked, "Can we at least see each other until then?"
Gideon could hear the reluctance in his voice when he made the offer. Kingsley knew Gideon would say no, that he'd tell him to wait. Turning back around he smiled at him, "I know this is a horrible thing to say, but two months isn't that long."
He moved closer, hoping they were too far away for the Department of Games and Sports to get a close look. Placing one hand on Kingsley's neck, he pulled him close for a moment, kissing him hard on the mouth before stepping out of arm's reach.
"I'm glad to hear you say you're willing to wait, even if I know you're not. And, because you might need to hear this, it's going to kill me seeing you these next two months, but I will, whenever you want."
Gideon grinned then, mischievously, "I do have one request, Kingsley. Save those jeans for two months from now. They're dangerous and I won't be able to go anywhere with you if I see you in them again."
Kingsley closed his eyes when Gideon kissed him, but it was over too soon. He wondered how he'd be able to wait for two very long months, despite what Gideon thought. His birthday was on the fifteenth of August, which left them no more than two weeks before school started again.
Kingsley decided to make the very best of those two weeks in August.
And Gideon was willing to see him again? Good. He answered sassily, "Well, I want to see you right now. Why don't you Floo me when you have some time off? We can meet at Diagon Alley or go to the movies in Muggle London. There's a good one I want to see."
He looked down at his jeans and asked, holding back a naughty grin, "My blue jeans are dangerous? Why's that?"
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, you are a born tease," he laughed, "and a prat. I have to meet my brother right now, I'm already very late."
He held his hand up to forestall more questions, "We always have the day after the match free. What are you doing tomorrow?"
Kingsley had planned to ask Marlene over to his house, for a little swimming the next day. It was his mother's Wizarding Bridge afternoon and she would be out most of the afternoon. Marlene loved skinny dipping.
He immediately changed his plans. "Don't have anything planned yet. Why? What do you suggest?"
Gideon felt guilty for forcing the decision on Kingsley, and decided to let him choose something fun, "You pick, I really have no idea."
Kingsley thought quickly. He would love to see the movie that Marlene hadn’t allowed him to watch. Mischievously he thought that maybe he wouldn’t allow Gideon to watch it this time. But he knew that it wouldn’t be possible: two blokes didn’t snog in public.
The movies would be safe. Just like what Gideon wanted.
“Would you like to go to the movies? There’s a good one I want to see, about a war in the stars; there’s a lot of fighting and all that good stuff.”
He almost added, “And we can have ice cream afterwards,” but caught himself right on time, snapping his mouth shut. The word “ice cream” might send Gideon running away. Kingsley wanted him running in his direction.
Then he added, “Do you have Muggle clothes, though?”
"I don't own anything like that," Gideon indicated Kingsley’s jeans with a raised eyebrow, but I have some stuff."
If this was going to be a regular occurrence, Gideon had to go shopping somewhere other than Diagon Alley.
"What time?"
Kingsley smiled a little enigmatically. "Don't worry. I won't wear these. Whatever you have will do." His mind shouted with joy - finally he'd see Gideon without robes. Hopefully he'd wear tightly fitting trousers.
"I don't know. The two or the four o'clock show? It's up to you - how late do you sleep in your day off?"
Gideon wasn't going to punish himself all day, "The later show." Worried that Kingsley would end up taking him somewhere crazy, Gideon took a deep breath. He had told Kingsley to choose, so he'd wait and see what happened. "I've not been in Muggle London, Kingsley, so consider this an experiment.
"I really have to leave, and so do you. Your parents will wonder why you're so late."
"All right. I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron at, say, quarter past three? Then we can take the Tube and we'll be there with plenty of time."
He looked up and down Gideon's body and said, "I'm dying to see you without robes," meaning "in Muggle clothes," but then he caught the other meaning of what he'd said, laughed and said, "That, too."
He shook his head, still laughing at his own joke, waved goodbye and said, "See you tomorrow, Gideon. Don't be late."
He sprinted towards the tavern, then turned around and ran backwards, shouting, "YOU'RE A HELL OF A KISSER, PREWETT!"
Gideon laughed aloud at Kingsley's fleeing words. The little imp made him feel, which was completely unexpected. He Apparated instantly, knowing that Fabian would be pacing his flat, irritated with the delay.
Gideon was formulating responses in his head as he opened the door, he could guess most of Fabian's complaints well enough to fend off the personal questions. Thank god that his erection subsided, or else he'd never be left alone with Kingsley again.