Rating: NC17 Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley Summary: Written for the AWDT prompt, “Where were you last night?” Sometimes life gets in the way of tomorrow Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And we're both glad we can't be Aurors.
Gideon didn't wait for the imp's reaction. He pulled the door open and strode out it, finding his own way downstairs.
In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought. It was only a week away, and Gideon trusted Kingsley. He wanted to make it an early dinner and worried how to manage it until he realized he hadn't visted Fabian all day. Maybe they'd let them leave early if they knew that Gideon wanted some company to visit his brother.
Which he would, briefly. He wondered how much Maura knew about his family and surmised it wasn't much. The Shacklebolts were willing enough to let him into their family - or a corner of it at least. Gideon had never learned to be close to his father and sister. 'Learn' was probably the wrong term. Since his mum died, he'd been…accepted by his father and Molly.
As a boy, he truly believed his dad didn't like him. That blame lay with his mother and her obsessive need to fit into a society that didn't want them. Purebloods they might be, but not the same class as Aunt Lucretia. Mum had wanted to be them and since his aunt and uncle were childless, she pushed him to spend most of his time with them.
Uncle Ignatius wasn't as bad, but then he married a Black; he could afford to retain his personality. As a young adult, Gideon appreciated that his father never wavered in his beliefs. Gideon remembered Aunt Lucretia as a snobbish, tiny woman who sniffed with disdain every time something she didn't like was mentioned.
Once his mum died, Gideon's contact with them faded. Ignatius would stop by occasionally, and Gideon learned – from Fabian - that he was collecting monies owed them due to his mum's spending habits. Apparently she had spent a lot of Galleons trying to fit into the Black's society.
Shaking his head, he concentrated on Kingsley's parents as he approached them.
"Gideon!" Mac said, shaking his hand vigorously. "How's Fabian?" he asked, clasping Gideon's elbow.
"Still sleeping, but his girlfriend is confident that he's getting better."
"Good!" Mac said, patting him once on the back. He pushed Gideon toward Maura and for once, Gideon didn't hesitate as she opened her arms.
"Thank you," he said while briefly hugging her, "I needed away from there for a short time."
"You're always welcome here, Gideon," Maura smiled. "You're a good influence on Kingsley; he seems more mature since he met you. You're teaching him well."
Oh, Mum, you can't imagine just how well, Kingsley thought, biting his lip to stop smirking.
"That's right, Maura. It's good for Kingsley to be with someone more responsible," Mac added, looking askance at Kingsley who seemed to have something caught in his throat. "Whiskey, Gideon?" he asked, pointing at his own glass. Receiving a nod, he poured the drink, and then looked at his son. "What about you, Kingsley? Would you like to try one?"
Kingsley looked at his father, surprised with the offer. "You said I couldn't drink until I was seventeen, Dad."
Mac laughed. "I did, but you're almost seventeen. Only a few days till your birthday."
Kingsley avoided looking at Gideon. "Well, Dad, I'd rather wait. It builds up anticipation, you know?" He wouldn't admit to his father having tried drinking and not caring for it. He knew he would have to try it eventually, but at least tonight he had a good excuse. "This is one of the good things of being with Gideon, actually. He's very law-abiding and makes sure I break no laws when I'm with him."
Damn lying imp, Gideon thought affectionately, raising the full glass in Kingsley's direction. He was beginning to enjoy the innuendos that Kingsley threw around so casually.
Gideon laughed, "I remember the first time I… drank whiskey. I thought I'd explode from the desire to prove I was an adult. The friend I celebrated with reminded me how important patience was. I think what he told me was good things come to those who wait, or something like that."
He turned to Kingsley, holding out his glass, "Sure you don't want a small taste?" he teased.
"No, thanks," Kingsley answered, staring into Gideon's eyes. "If I try it and I like it, I may want a full drink. Don't want to be tempted." He turned to his father. "Can I have a beer, though, Dad? That's borderline between legality and illegality, right?"
Mac nodded, handing him a bottle. "Yeah, you may. And Gideon, I'm sure he's had a taste before. With the cousins he has, it's impossible for him not to have."
Kingsley laughed, taking the bottle from his father's hand and raising it in salute. "From what I heard, they learned from their fathers and uncles."
"My mum let me try a few things when she was still alive," Gideon said. It was strange that he was thinking about her so much lately.
"Parents know their children best," Mac said, "Kingsley's basically an adult, even if his birthday is still a few days away."
"True," Gideon said, valiantly not choking on the irony, "a few days doesn't make a difference. No, Mum died years ago. One of the most vivid memories I have of my father is dumping the spirits she kept in the house. She liked to entertain; it's one of the things I missed the most after she died. My dad's entertainment is his children – now his grandchildren."
Shaking his head, he grinned, "I think my nephews will be much like Kingsley's cousins as they grow up. Molly will have more gray hair than red in a few years. Especially at the rate they're having children."
"Yes, from what I hear, your sister has a handful. She has three boys, right?" Maura asked. I don’t know how she can handle them, especially, as you say, if they're like the Shacklebolt boys."
"Come on, Mum, we're not bad!" Kingsley complained mockingly.
"No, not bad, dear. Just very active and sneaky." She turned to Gideon. "Hasn't he tried to overstep his boundaries yet?"
A discreet knock at the door – Lucille announcing that dinner was ready – muffled Kingsley's snort.
Every chance he gets. "Oh you know, he's shown me all the seedier sides of London; apparently Santini's been everywhere. I had no idea such places existed."
At the thump of Mac's glass being set down – loudly - Gideon laughed.
"Sorry about that," he said to ease their shocked expressions, "I'm teasing, of course." He bumped into Kingsley's shoulder as they followed his parents, "He's been the soul of patience with me. Kingsley is willing to allow me to see whatever I want on our trips."
"Maybe you should bring your wand when you meet Santini, after this," Kingsley whispered as he stepped back for his mother and father to go ahead of them. "He'll kill you for sure. Or worse, certify you as a lunatic and put you in San Mungo's loony bin."
"Maybe I am crazy," Gideon whispered back, thinking about the fact he just told Kingsley he could spend the night, "I've taken up with you, haven't I?"
Grinning, Gideon raised his voice, "Mrs Shacklebolt? After dinner I really need to check on Fabian. Can I steal Kingsley and take him with me?"
He didn't want to go alone, and he hoped she realized that. Besides, it was a perfectly legitimate excuse to leave with Kingsley.
"Of course, Gideon. That's a great idea. I'm sure that Fabian will love to have you both visit him."
Oh, he'll jump for joy when he sees me, Mum, Kingsley thought, pulling the chair out for her and sitting across from Gideon. He was happy with the excuse for going out with Gideon, but he still needed a reason to stay the night. Not that his parents would mind any excuse at all: they really liked Gideon.
The conversation at dinner revolved around Quidditch. Kingsley knew it wasn't Maura's favorite subject, but she preferred that to talk about the war.
Gideon smiled at her as they passed the food around; she really loved her husband and son to tolerate so much discussion about Quidditch. He knew that it was a safe, enthusiastic subject. Not that he wanted to talk about missions or wars.
"Then after that, Kingsley, can I drag you to a movie? Something funny?"
Yeah! "We could. There are some good movies I want to see. The only problem is that we will have to watch the last show and it ends quite late. Maybe too late for my curfew," he added innocently.
"Well, son, if you are with Gideon, you can come home later. We don't mind," Mac said.
"It'll be really late, Dad. Like past midnight. Tom gets a bit cranky when we use his Floo at that late hour." Kingsley bit his lip, looking up in concentration. "Unless I can use your Floo, Gideon."
"Sure," he said, biting the inside of his cheek, "Or you can just stay; it will be late. I don't mind."
Damn if Gideon wasn't fucking brilliant! With a very blank look, Kingsley asked his parents, "Mum, Dad, can I stay at Gideon's?"
"Are you sure it's all right, Gideon?" Maura asked.
"Of course it's all right; after these last two weeks I'd like the company. The flat's quiet."
He hoped Maura wouldn’t question why he didn't want Renee there. Even if he actually cared for her, Kingsley would still be his first choice. He didn't want some clingy bird telling him it would eventually get better. He wanted to relax with someone who made him laugh. Kingsley was, first and foremost, his friend.
Mac laughed. "Now, Gideon, don't you two go out to pick up birds after the movie, all right?"
"Dad, you just said I'm basically an adult."
"You are, to have one drink at home, not to pick up girls and take them to Gideon's bachelor pad," Mac was grinning, but his voice was serious.
"Well, Mac, this sounds to me like you’re setting two standards. As for myself, I don't think Kingsley's of age for either thing. Anyway," Maura continued, "speaking about girls: are you still seeing Renee, Gideon?"
"No birds, I swear." Gideon said, holding Mac's eye for a moment. "My bachelor pad is just that, my flat for me."
He hesitated for almost a minute for answering Maura; "I've not talked to her since before our mission. I know she was there to see me, but I was asleep when she came up there."
He really needed to talk to her, but he didn't want to make the time. Which wasn't fair to her, he supposed. He'd have to make a point of it very soon.
Kingsley wrinkled his nose slightly when his mother mentioned Renee, but smiled when he heard Gideon's answer.
He ate mostly in silence. He wanted the dinner to be over, rush to St. Mungo's to visit the sick git and then go to Gideon's flat. There was no way they'd go to any movie; he wanted to give Gideon a well-needed backrub.
To start with.
The conversation dwindled away as they finished dinner; Gideon wondered how quickly they could leave to visit Fabian. He was worried, but he wanted to go home as well. He wanted the privacy his flat would offer.
For a backrub – as well as some other things Kingsley could provide.
The dinner went on forever, in Kingsley's mind. Dessert, tea or coffee – and then his father decided to invite Gideon for an after-dinner drink and a cigar in the study. Kingsley was tapping his feet nervously on the floor and, as his mother rose, he excused himself to go upstairs and pack a small overnight bag.
Gideon followed McIntosh to the study, looking back at Kingsley going up the steps two at a time.
He accepted a small drink from Mac but said no to the cigar. It wasn't a habit he liked. They talked briefly about the details of his mission, Gideon telling him less than he told Kingsley.
He had the impression that Mac never had the same type of missions they had, but didn't mention it. Moody trusted Fabian, and therefore trusted Gideon. Dumbledore trusted both of them and that alone was worth ten times any mission Moody gave them.
"Would you find me unbearably rude if I said I needed to go? I really want to check on Fabian. Molly and the kids should be leaving right about now, so it will be easy – and quiet – to get in there. If we wait much longer, they won't let Kingsley up with me since he's not family."
“No, not at all,” Mac answered, standing up and collecting the empty glass from Gideon’s hands. “Sorry to have kept you, actually. Let me see if Kingsley’s ready.”
“I am, Dad.” Kingsley was waiting at the door, a small rucksack on his shoulder. Among his toiletries, there was a surprise for Gideon: an aromatic rubbing oil that Santini had given him for sore muscles. He had looked at his cousin questioningly, and Santini had simply said, “It’s an early birthday gift – sportsmen have sore muscles, yeah?”
Kingsley had opened the bottle and sniffed it: it had a musky masculine smell with a tinge of something he couldn’t identify.
“Camphor. Good for soreness and overall relaxation. Enjoy it.”
Kingsley hoped Gideon would enjoy it thoroughly. “Ready, then, Gideon? Should we Floo or do you want to do joint Apparition?”
He glanced at Mac, who didn't seem perturbed by the idea of a joint Apparition, or that Kingsley implied they had done one before.
"Thank you again for dinner," Gideon said, grateful for their company. He indicated the front foyer with his hand, knowing that Kingsley didn't care for the Floo. Besides, this was faster.
Neither Mac nor Maura followed them out the front door; Gideon wrapped his arm around Kingsley's side, taking them to the reception area at St. Mungos.
He stood still for a second after they arrived, arm still around Kingsley until he heard behind him, "Hello, Gideon."
Plastering a smile across his face, he turned to greet Renee.
Oh, fuck! If it’s not the bitchy girlfriend. Kingsley pulled himself abruptly away from Gideon’s arms and, without looking back, walked to the direction of the waiting area, where he plopped on a chair, arms crossed over his chest.
This is going to be fun, Gideon thought, briefly humored between her odd look and his sulking friend.
"Meg told me you stopped by; I'm sorry I was asleep." At her frown at Meg's name, Gideon realized belatedly that might not have been the best way to start the conversation.
"Fabian's still asleep, but Lydia says he's moving around. She thinks he'll wake up soon. She was looking for you all day. We're shorthanded this week and had to work over."
"It's been a rough couple of weeks; I ended up sleeping most of the day."
"When do you go back to work?"
"The day after tomorrow."
She didn't say anything, and Gideon, knowing he couldn’t delay it any longer, asked, "Do you have plans tomorrow afternoon?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise and said, "No, I'm off tomorrow."
"Can we meet for lunch?" He remembered his plans and revised his question, "A late lunch, early dinner?"
"Sure."
Her one-word answers were not encouraging, but Gideon didn't have encouraging news for her either. He needed to end this for his own sake - he didn't want what she wanted.
She agreed to meet him later and Gideon gave her a brief hug as she left. He walked over to Kingsley, still sitting the chair across the room.
"Everything okay, Imp?"
Scowling, Kingsley answered flippantly, "No, nothing's okay. Maybe I should go back home and you can take your girlfriend home with you."
Damn, he sounds jealous. For once, Gideon wasn't surprised by his attitude. "Come on, Imp, let's go see my brother."
He backed up, waiting for Kingsley to stand. When he finally did, he threw his rucksack at Gideon, who caught it. Gideon grinned. "She's not seen my flat, nor will she. Not that it matters, right? You're the one who spent two weeks camping with birds."
He made a show of pretending to open it, "Do you have anything in here for fun tonight?"
Still sulking a little, Kingsley pulled the rucksack from Gideon's hands. "First of all, I only spent one week camping with a bird. The other week I was with my cousin." Gideon didn't have to know that he had spent that week with a bird, in a hotel room. "And you'll have to be really, really nice to see what I have here," he added with a mischievous laugh.
Already out of his sulk, he slung the rucksack over his shoulder and started following Gideon. He stopped abruptly, though. "Erm…Gideon, now that I think about it, do you think it's a good idea for that git to see us together? Maybe I should just sit here while you visit him?" He could just imagine the shock on Fabian's face and hated the idea that he might foil their plans to spend the night together. "I don't mind at all. You just go, okay?" He turned around in the direction of the waiting area again.
Oh no, he wasn't getting out of it that easily. "Get back here, Shacklebolt." He tugged at Kingsley's arm until he reluctantly turned around.
"Fabian's asleep; he won't know you're here. I'm not staying longer than a moment, and I don't want you picking up that pretty bird that was sitting behind the desk when we arrived."
At Kingsley's odd face, Gideon realized that he hadn't noticed her watching him. Gideon did have another reason: he wanted Kingsley to see Fabian and acknowledge the truth of being an Auror. It was dangerous work.
"If he's asleep, there's no reason for me to go in either," Kingsley mumbled.
Gideon rolled his eyes, "Did it ever cross your mind that I need you there?"
"What for?" Kingsley furrowed his brows. He had no idea why Gideon would need him there at all. Reluctantly, though, he followed Gideon, dragging his feet. It wasn't beyond the Great Git to wake up from deep coma suddenly just to spoil their night.
They reached Fabian's room; opening the door, Gideon chose to ignore the question. If Kingsley couldn’t work it out on his own, he wasn't going to admit to it either. He took a calm breath, stealing himself for what he knew he would find. He closed his eyes as Kingsley walked in, drawing his breath in sharply when he saw him.
Fabian looked horrible. His slack jaw and pasty white skin lent the image of death more than a deep sleep. He had a bloody bandage on the side of his neck where the curse that was flung at him hadn't healed properly.
Gideon gently touched his face, mumbling hello under his breath and brushed limp hair out of his eyes with a trembling hand. He continued muttering nonsense to him, hoping for a reaction.
Kingsley was staring horrified at Fabian's death-like face. He could swear Fabian was dead, until he saw the slight movement of his chest. He approached the bed quietly, watching Gideon tenderly touching his brother's face, quietly talking to Fabian. It was a bond he had with only one person in his life: he imagined Santini lying half dead on a bed like that and he tentatively approached Fabian, holding one of his limp hands and squeezing it slightly.
He moved backwards then, back flush against the wall, to give the brothers privacy.
Eventually Gideon left his side, striding up to Kingsley and pulled him in his arms. He kept his eyes averted, unwilling to look at him when he knew how glassy his eyes were.
"Ready?" he mumbled in his ear, "I want to go home."
At Kingsley's nod, Gideon Disapparated them to the hall outside his flat. Without looking, he strode down the hall and unlocked his door with a subtle wand movement.
He walked straight to the loo, turning on the cold water to scrub his face. Seeing his brother scared him. Maybe it was because it was the first time he'd been coherent enough to see how ill Fabian was.
Feeling a little uncomfortable with Gideon's attitude, Kingsley sat down on the sofa, rucksack on the coffee table. He saw the Quidditch magazines in front of him, but didn't touch them.
He heard the tap being turned on and wondered what Gideon was doing.
He threw his shoes and cloak into the corner of his bedroom shrugging out of the shirt he wore to dinner and pulling on a tee. He came back out and sat next to Kingsley, rubbing shoulders with him. Toeing the bag with his bare foot, he said, "So, how nice do I have to be to get to see what's in there?"
Kingsley raised his eyebrow, but didn't answer him. Gideon, wanting to forget about his brother being incapacitated in St. Mungos, twisted around and bit Kingsley's lower lip, settling his hand on the juncture at Kingsley's thigh. Rubbing his thumb against the jeans, knowing Kingsley would barely be able feel it against his cock, he sucked Kingsley's lip into his mouth.
Moving quickly, Kingsley straddled Gideon's legs, his own tucked back at the knees. He had been dying to kiss Gideon and had been afraid that the visit to the hospital would dampen his mood.
His tongue deep inside Gideon's mouth, Kingsley pressed their chests together and rocked his hips against Gideon.
He undid the button on Kingsley's trousers frantically, not bothering to remove them. He knew Kingsley would eventually. Shoving his hand inside, he squeezed Kingsley's buttocks, pulling hard on the skin, slowly moving his hand closer to the cleft.
They didn't speak beyond the groans from the kiss. The only noise was the frantic pawing of hands over shirts as Kingsley pulled away long enough to yank Gideon's shirt over his head. Gideon refused to remove his hand from Kingsley's arse, leaving the shirt dangling from his elbow. Kingsley unbuttoned his own shirt and Gideon helped him push it off with one hand.
Twisting Kingsley's nipple hard, he reached back up and captured Kingsley's mouth again, curling them around until he lay underneath Kingsley on the couch, hips grinding into each other.
Kingsley's jeans were tight to start with: added to that were Gideon's hand and his own cock pressuring it further. Ignoring Gideon's grunt of complaint, Kingsley moved his hand out of his trousers and quickly shed them. One second later and Gideon's were off, too. Another half second and those damn pants followed the same course.
Pulling Gideon's shirt off his elbow and throwing it over the side of the sofa, Kingsley grinned, saying, "Much better, Mr. Prewett, much better," before dropping his body over Gideon's again and kissing him hard.
If he wasn't careful, he'd be up with a lot of explaining to do, not that Gideon actually cared at the moment. He wiggled his hips until Kingsley's cock fell between his spread legs, the top of it rubbing against the bottom of Gideon's, the tip pressing against his balls.
He must have surprised Kingsley, who stopped kissing him long enough to look at him askance. Gideon just grinned at him and pulled his head down, biting his chin and jaw line.
"Don't tell me it doesn't feel good," he said between nips.
Kingsley snorted. "Well, Mr. Prewett, if this was next week, I'd say you were playing with fire."
Fuck next week, he almost said, biting his tongue fast.
"There won't be any playing next week, Shacklebolt. I promise you that."
"I'll hold you to that, Mr. Prewett. No turning back." The tip of his cock almost at Gideon's arse was driving him crazy, though, and he wished that Gideon could've taken his father's words to heart – he was basically an adult. But he knew he couldn't do it quite yet, so he moved slightly, pressing their cocks together, moving his hips and sucking Gideon's neck hard.
Gideon turned his head, directing Kingsley to his collarbone. The last thing he needed was a mark on his neck. "Kingsley, will you let me do something?" he said, gasping between words as Kingsley's teeth sunk into his skin.
"What?" Kingsley managed to croak.
He moved his hand to Kingsley's arse, rubbing near the cleft, "I want to fuck you with my tongue. Will you let me?"
Kingsley drew a sharp intake of breath. In his mind, he heard Santini's voice, "You'll still be a bottom for this one," and his vehement, "Never!" He also heard Santini's worried, "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want, don't you?" Yes, he did. He knew it very well. But, although his mind wanted him to say "no," his body remembered the feeling and treacherously nodded in response.
Gideon grinned and began to roll them over on the sofa; he had images of Kingsley with his knees on the floor with his chest on the cushions and his hips in the air. Then he realized that something was wrong. Instead of pushing Kingsley onto his knees, Gideon sat up, straddling his hips. Wondering if he upset Kingsley, he didn't notice that he had sat directly on Kingsley, his cock pushed into Gideon's cleft.
He put his hands on the sofa, one on either side of Kingsley's head and looked at him.
"What wrong, Shacklebolt?"
Clenching his eyes shut, trying not to think about his cock on – in – whatever – Gideon's arse, torn between giving in to his body's desire and his fear of what would happen, Kingsley just shrugged.
Gideon leaned over and kissed him; it was unlike Kingsley to not confront something. Which meant he really didn't like it and refused to tell him, or he was bothered by something else. He kept his eyes open, watching him. Teasing his mouth until Kingsley relaxed enough to return the kiss, Gideon pulled away as soon as Kingsley unclenched his eyes.
"If you don't like it, why didn't you tell me?"
Averting Gideon's eyes, Kingsley shook his head. "It's not that I didn't like it. I did. It was brilliant, really. It's just that…" He stopped. He didn’t know what to say. He didn't want to admit that he wanted Gideon to do it to him again, but he was terrified that Santini was right and he would end up in a position he didn't want – never wanted – to be.
He also understood that it wasn't very fair to Gideon. With a sad sigh, he made a motion to get up. It was better if he just left and let Gideon free to have someone else – Renee, maybe – who probably would be more flexible.
Confused, Gideon moved, not realizing until Kingsley stood up and began searching for something that he was attempting to leave. "Would you get your arse over here and sit down," Gideon said angrily.
Startled, Kingsley turned back around with wide eyes and sat on the sofa with crossed arms, not looking at him.
"Liking rimming doesn't make you a bottom, Shacklebolt. Is that what's wrong?"
Kingsley propped his legs on the table and didn't look at him, using his feet to fiddle with the Quidditch magazines.
Exasperated, Gideon finally asked bluntly, "Do you like to bottom or not?"
"NO, I DON'T!" Kingsley shouted, and then heard his mother's voice in his head, "Dear, if you haven't tried it, how can you say you don't like it?" He'd heard that line many times, usually in reference to something disgusting, like liver. Truth be told, he'd never tried bottoming and had no desire to. He didn't know why, but it was the only thing he'd sworn he'd never do.
Gideon raised an eyebrow at him, "That was succinct."
Kingsley glared at him and Gideon had to grind his teeth together to not laugh at the mutinous look. "And did I ask you to bottom?"
Still scowling, Kingsley shook his head. In fact, Gideon couldn't guess what he, Kingsley, was thinking. Gideon hadn't asked him to bottom at all, but Kingsley knew that, if Gideon asked him while he was doing those incredible things with his tongue, Kingsley would not only say yes, but might even beg him to.
"Then I'll make you a deal." He knew he'd regret this later; however, there was always Heaven. He'd not hunt down anyone at Shaft; Kingsley's little toy there would tell him. "I won't ask you to bottom - on one condition."
"What condition?" Kingsley asked warily.
"That on the occasion when I want to bury my cock up your arse, you back off and leave. It's the only way I can guarantee I won't do it."
Instinctively Kingsley clinched his buttocks. "What will you do, then, if I leave?"
Gideon leaned closer, skimming across his jaw with his teeth, wanting to distract him.
"Well?" Kingsley asked, yanking his head away.
"Do I ask about the birds you're screwing?" Gideon said bluntly.
Kingsley glared at him but Gideon refused to elaborate further. He'd figure it out.
Surprisingly Gideon was still hard, he didn't think about it too much, only that he wanted relief. Ignoring Kingsley's glare he moved his head lower, lapping at Kingsley's nipple with his tongue. Hopefully they were done discussing this.
Kingsley really wanted a straight answer to his question, but Gideon's tongue on his nipple made him file it away in his brain for the time being. He just hoped that Gideon didn't decide tonight that he wanted to fuck someone – Kingsley didn't want to leave.
It didn't take him long to forget it all and he pulled Gideon on top of him; shoving his hand between the two of them, he grabbed their cocks together.
"Fuck, Kingsley," Gideon mumbled, enjoying the feeling of his rough hands. He rolled his hips, adding to the friction. Kissing him slowly, Gideon shifted his tongue in and out in time with Kingsley's hand as it slid back and forth.
He was losing control quickly, but Kingsley's hand wasn't how he wanted to finish. Pulling away from the kiss, he said, "Let me turn around."
What the fuck? Kingsley reluctantly let go of Gideon's cock, waiting for him. He had no idea what Gideon's plans were, but as long as Gideon wasn't asking for him to turn around, he'd wait and see.
Gideon twisted his body around until his face was near Kingsley's cock, which was still buried in his fist. He pushed Kingsley's hand away, replacing it with his own, and took Kingsley's cock in his mouth, holding his hips up until Kingsley pulled him down, reciprocating.
Oh, that turn around! Kingsley happily pulled Gideon's hip down, holding his body firmly with strong hands. Fine that Mr. Prewett was on top, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to control this, too!
He held Gideon's hips high, the effort tensing his biceps, and he sucked just the tip, lapping around it playfully.
Gideon groaned, causing Kingsley to laugh, and tried to push down with his hips. Except that Kingsley wouldn’t let him. All right then, Gideon thought; he let go with his mouth and ran his tongue down one side and back up, then mimicked Kingsley's playing, their teasing making him laugh.
That felt awesome. He was enjoying the teasing and was holding his own hips down, to prevent them from bucking. But his arms were getting tired of keeping Gideon up, so, without any warning, he let go and sucked Gideon deep into his mouth.
He whimpered, shuddering as Kingsley took him completely in his mouth. He loved the feeling of being stuck to him like this; Kingsley's head moved against his leg, his arms enfolded around Gideon's hips, torso to torso, Kingsley's tongue still playing inside his mouth, rubbing back and forth.
He maneuvered one arm around to play with Kingsley's balls, gently rubbing them as Kingsley lifted his hips off the sofa, pushing deeper inside Gideon. His other hand dug into Kingsley's thigh, squeezing hard as Kingsley did something clever with his mouth.
Gideon was ready to come and trying to wait, his fingers pressed against Kingsley's balls.
Kingsley had given and received head many times before, but he knew that none of those times could compare with being with Gideon. He couldn't explain why – and wouldn't even venture that way in a moment like that – but it was different. He could understand that Gideon was probably more experienced than the other blokes, but what made it different from his own side?
It was something he'd have to ask Santini next time they met. For the time being, he just enjoyed the feeling, trying hard not to come way before Gideon.
He couldn't last much longer, fingernails digging deep into Kingsley's muscles, Gideon gasped, shaking, as Kingsley pressed his finger against the edge of his arse.
Feeling Gideon come, Kingsley just let it go, still moving Gideon's hips with his hands, a little slower, until he felt Gideon's body relax. Moving his mouth away, releasing Gideon's still half hard cock, he planted little kisses on the tender flesh between the base and the balls, while his hands caressed Gideon's buttocks.
He laid his head on Kingsley's leg, unwilling to move while Kingsley was kissing him. Too soon, Kingsley stopped and Gideon pushed himself up, hissing when his back cramped in protest. Turning around, he dropped onto the sofa, squeezing himself between Kingsley and the back of it, partially lying on Kingsley.
Not letting him escape, he wrapped one leg and arm around him, and then kissed his chin.
"Thanks," he said, "that was kinda nice."
"It was," Kingsley answered, his eyes closed. Then he opened them and said, grinning, "Thanks for letting me stay, for not telling me I had to leave."
"Leave? What gave you that idea? I sure as hell don't want you to leave." Gideon kissed his nose. "I’m not done with you tonight, Shacklebolt."
He laid his head back on Kingsley's shoulder, his long fingers tracing patterns across Kingsley's chest.
"You said so. You said that if you wanted to – and I quote - bury your cock up my arse, I should back off and leave. So I guess I'm lucky that you didn’t want to, yeah?"
Gideon just stared at him, so he continued. "And what would you do if I backed off and left in that event? What would you do?"
"I think my exact words were on the occasion when I want to - future tense. It's not very often I feel the urge, okay? It was fair warning, that on the rare occasion when I need it, you get the hell away. The warning is for your benefit, Kingsley, since you are so adamant about not bottoming. I didn't mean tonight. Topping is definitely not what I had in mind for tonight."
Rare occasion or not, Kingsley felt that Gideon had evaded the question. "But what will you do in this rare occasion you feel the urge? You send me away and what? How do you get off?"
"For someone who excels at avoiding questions he doesn't want answered, why are you sticking to this?" Gideon shook his head. "You have made it more than clear that you're fucking any bird that lets you. I don't think it's so polite to share such things.
"Besides, if it's not your arse, why would you care?"
Kingsley shrugged. "Just curious. And I don't necessarily share such things. You're the one who forced me to say I went camping with Marlene." He looked at Gideon's nipple and pinched it. "I didn't ask where were you last night, for instance. Anyway," he said, still playing with Gideon's nipple, "that's not important. You said you aren't done with me, yeah? What else do you have in mind?" He thought it'd be a good idea to change the subject.
I watched over Fabian, was Gideon's initial answer, but he didn't say it out loud. He had just begun to feel better about the last two weeks, the horror was finally fading away, and he didn't want to talk about it again. Wasn't that why he agreed to Kingsley coming over? To forget? He seemed to avoid many topics where Kingsley was concerned, but then, Kingsley had a sharp tongue. While Gideon appreciated it, he also ignored it on occasion.
"I'd love to have a massage, if you don't mind," Gideon said, looking sheepish. "I can't get rid of this spasm in my back, I've been too tense the last two weeks."
Beaming, Kingsley jumped off the couch. "Are you a Legilimens, Mr. Prewett? I have just the right thing for that." He rummaged in his rucksack and brought out the vial Santini had given him. "Straight from the best Healer in the world – a sure cure for sore muscles." He opened the vial and waved it under Gideon's nose, who took a deep sniff and coughed with the strong smell.
Kingsley laughed. "It's pungent, isn't it? It's camphor, but Santini mixes it with something to tone the smell down." He cocked his head at Gideon. "Hmm…let's see…Maybe you should lie on the floor or on your bed. I need more space than the sofa."
"Not the floor; I spent two weeks sleeping on the ground. I'm not doing that at home."
He followed Kingsley to his room, smiling at the view. Shoving the comforter off the bed, he laid on his stomach across the cold sheets, sighing as Kingsley settled on the back of his thighs.
Wriggling his eyebrows at the sight of Gideon's bare back, Kingsley smiled wickedly as he knelt, straddling Gideon's legs. He turned the vial over, letting the cold liquid trickle down Gideon's spine and laughing at his "Ouch!"
"Cold, isn't it?" he teased, and then he leant forward and whispered in Gideon's ear, "But awfully sensual once I rub it on." He licked Gideon's lobe, sat back and started spreading the liquid, starting from the shoulders, rubbing the mix with sure hands.
Gideon sighed contently - the shock from the cold quickly faded and warmed as Kingsley rubbed it in. He had nothing to say, Kingsley's steady hands lulling him into a state of relaxation he hadn't felt for weeks. The calm and quiet made his thoughts turn back to Fabian.
He hoped Kingsley had something to talk about; he didn't want to think about his brother, and the situation was helpless until Fabian woke.
Massaging Gideon's tense muscles, knowing that the camphor had turned warm under his ministrations, Kingsley was trying hard to concentrate on the job, rather than on the fact that his cock was very close to Gideon's cleft. After his tizzy about not bottoming, he thought it would not be a good idea to do what he wanted, which was to tease Gideon about his being "basically an adult."
In order to distract himself from the thought of fucking Gideon, he spoke out, "Still awake, Mr. Prewett? You won't fall asleep on me, will you?"
"'M awake," he said softly, making Kingsley lean closer to hear him. He knew Kingsley was getting hard again, but then, he was also. As Kingsley leaned closer, Gideon could feel his cock settle in his cleft and Gideon took a deep breath.
"Come here," he demanded, turning his head as Kingsley leaned over. He kissed him, shoving his hips back into Kingsley.
"Fuck, Gideon," Kingsley said, closing his eyes and pushing down briefly. The friction felt so damn good, and Gideon shuddered, breaking off the kiss, "I can't stop thinking about him, and I want to stop. Distract me?"
Glad that Gideon couldn't see his grimace as he made an effort not to think about his cock almost inside Gideon's arse, Kingsley muttered a weak, "Like what?" at the same time that Gideon rocked his hips a little more.
Kingsley then threw all caution to the wind, swallowed loudly and continued, "I know I great way to distract you, Mr. Prewett."
"I can think of a way or two myself," Gideon said, dropping his hips long enough to roll over. Kingsley had a serious look on his face and Gideon raised an eyebrow at him before pulling him flush against his body.
Wrapping his legs around him, Gideon kissed him.
"What do you have in mind?"
The worst that can happen is he says no, Kingsley thought logically. Yet his voice shook a little, and he tried to disguise his nervousness with a snort. "Remember what my dad said, that I'm basically an adult?" He kissed Gideon again and whispered seductively, "I can fuck you tonight, as an early birthday gift."
Gideon laughed weakly, "An early present for whom? You or me?" Touching his hand to Kingsley's mouth, he said, "Don't answer that, I don't care what the answer is."
He rolled them over so Kingsley was on his back and Gideon was laying on him, but still didn't address Kingsley's comment. Shimmying down his body, scratching his chest and licking the marks he left, Gideon finally looked at him.
"Let me play first, all right?"
First? What the hell does he mean with that? It was not a time for questions, though, and Kingsley nodded happily in answer to Gideon's question. Besides, Gideon's tongue was taking away all of Kingsley's ability to think coherently.
Rolling over, Gideon opened the nightstand and rolled back with two objects. The first, a pillow, he pushed beneath Kingsley's hips. Lying on his stomach between Kingsley's legs, Gideon opened the second object and squirted a little bit onto his hand.
He held the tube up, "Hang on to this, you'll need it in a minute," handing it to Kingsley who looked totally confused.
"I'm not doing anything I haven't done before," Gideon said reassuringly, warming the lube between his fingers. Wrapping his slick fingers around Kingsley's cock, he sucked one of Kingsley's balls into his mouth.
Moving with Kingsley as he gasped and jumped up a little, Gideon started humming, but stopped as Kingsley began shaking. He did not want to make Kingsley come; he only wanted to tease him a little.
Letting go with his mouth, he used his free hand to squeeze the balls and the base of his cock as Gideon kissed lower, licking inside Kingsley's cleft. He knew that if he applied enough pressure, it would keep Kingsley from coming. Then all he had to do was let Kingsley relax for a minute before starting again.
He could see the muscles in Kingsley's legs tense every time he pushed his tongue inside, then he watched them shake a little as he withdrew it and licked the tender skin. Fascinated, Gideon ignored the noises Kingsley made as he kept going, bringing Kingsley close to the edge, then stopping until he relaxed.
What the fuck's that bastard doing to me? Not that it mattered – whatever it was, the result was that Kingsley was mumbling something incoherent and he wanted Gideon just to keep going. Several times he'd been close to coming, just to be denied again by Gideon's grip on the base of his cock.
Kingsley was sweating and he wanted to shout, yell, do anything, but all he managed was a few gasps that sounded very much unlike himself.
And then Gideon would stop, just as Kingsley thought he'd have release.
Afraid Kingsley would come anyway if he kept it up, Gideon finally stopped, rolling to Kingsley's side. He didn't want to get his aching cock anywhere near Kingsley's arse. He was - not that he'd admit it - nervous that Kingsley would think he was pushing.
Still squeezing Kingsley, Gideon moved up alongside of him, grinning as he wiped sweat from his brow. Leaning over, Gideon kissed his sweaty lips, waiting for entry.
Kingsley opened his mouth and kissed Gideon eagerly, trying to put his need for release into the kiss. Gideon was still holding his cock firmly; Kingsley wanted to move his hips back and forth so Gideon could wank him, but Gideon's grip was firm and he realized he wouldn't move.
He realized, as well, that Gideon had the upper hand, and all he could do was react.
Gideon stopped the kiss - shaking from desire. In his concern to make sure Kingsley didn't come, he didn't consider himself. He slowly let go of Kingsley's cock, taking deep breaths as Kingsley watched him, a strange expression on his face.
At some point in time, Kingsley had dropped the lube. Picking it up, Gideon put it back into Kingsley's hand and lay on his side, facing him. He took two more ragged breaths before he could speak.
"You might want to wait a minute," Gideon said, blushing, "if you don't, I'll come before you even get inside."
Kingsley dropped the lube in shock. "What…what did you say?" He knew he had misunderstood. Did Gideon say he could actually…do it? A little ago, Kingsley had just been teasing Gideon about being basically an adult. He knew how important his being of age was to Gideon. He shook his head. He definitely had misunderstood.
He just stared dumbfounded at Gideon.
Too many words floated through his brain; he didn't want to wait any longer; Kingsley was basically an adult - not because Mac said so, but because Gideon didn't doubt it any longer; after his last two weeks, he had come to grips with his own mortality; and there was this slight fear that crept into Gideon's head because Kingsley would leave for Hogwarts in a few short weeks. "Yes, damn it. Yes. I fucking want you, all right?"
The next few seconds would be forever replayed in slow motion in Kingsley's head; years later he'd remember the eager young man, who never had exercised control over his sexual actions, nod and then, tenderly, hold Gideon's face in his hands and kiss him softly at first, savoring the moment, then deepening the kiss passionately.
His hands moved to Gideon's shoulders and he pushed him back onto the bed gently, never breaking the kiss, his body nestling between Gideon's legs.
His hands were not trembling from nerves; Gideon wasn't afraid of anything. The notion of being caught caused his heart to race, nothing else. He'd touched and kissed Kingsley's cock enough to know the feeling of it, but as it throbbed between his legs, Gideon took a deep breath.
He would remember – later – how careful Kingsley was. Now all he wanted was validation that he was alive, and not lying in a coma at St. Mungos. He knew he could have found that corroboration from another source, but he didn't want that. He wanted Kingsley.
He would've liked to stay like that, kissing Gideon, feeling his body under his own, but he thought he might burst from desire. With his right hand, he patted the bed until he found the tube. Laying his whole body on Gideon's, he brought his hands up and quickly spread the lube, coating his fingers thoroughly.
He broke the kiss just long enough to make sure that Gideon was still all right with what they would do, but his eyes were closed and Kingsley brought his lubricated hands down, first coating Gideon's cock and then further down, gently touching his balls.
Finally he put both hands under Gideon's hips, inviting him to lace his legs over his own waist. When that was done, Kingsley's finger slid inside Gideon's body.
He'd done that before to Gideon, at another time when that was the extent of what he was allowed to do. This is different, he told himself, making sure that he stretched Gideon well.
Hooking his feet behind Kingsley, Gideon moaned as one finger slid carefully inside. Kingsley twisted and turned, making him tremble every time he brushed against that spot inside. "Don't stop, Imp," Gideon said, finally opening his eyes to see Kingsley watching him.
He was pulling the tucked sheets loose on the bed as he dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him. It was strange, being able to look at Kingsley. Gideon had never tried sex from this position; it was too intimate for him.
"Another one," he whispered, arching his back.
Kingsley immediately obeyed, now stretching Gideon a little faster, his eyes glued to Gideon's. It was another thing that he'd like to take his time in doing, but right now he felt that he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. "Now?" he asked Gideon, almost shyly. Receiving a curt "Yes!" he replaced his fingers with his cock and, finally, entered Gideon.
He wanted to close his eyes and not watch, to not acknowledge what he agreed to do, but Gideon knew it was cheating, in some way. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed enough to let Kingsley push in all the way. He couldn't believe that after two months, he'd finally given in.
Truth be told, though, he didn't consider it giving in. He wanted this. Tilting his hips, Gideon mumbled, "Fuck yes," as Kingsley grazed across the spot inside him. Gideon worried he was going to shred his sheets if he didn't relax his grip.
Slowslowslow. Kingsley chanted this mantra in his head. He was suddenly feeling very nervous. He'd fucked a lot of blokes before, he knew what to do and he'd heard he did it well. But this was Gideon! He'd waited so long for this moment and now he was afraid he'd blow it by coming too soon.
And suppose Gideon hated it?
He shook the thought off his head and concentrated instead on moving in and out slowly.
"Shacklebolt, are you trying to kill me?" Kingsley was teasing him, and Gideon was trembling with need.
"Fuck, Kingsley, faster," unable to hold still any longer, he tightened his legs, pulling Kingsley deeper. The sounds coming out of his mouth were disjointed, senseless mumblings as he tried to distract himself while Kingsley tried to drive him mad.
Squirming closer, all he could comprehend was that he wanted it harder. Grabbing Kingsley's wrist, he made Kingsley wrap his hand around his cock, using his long fingers to guide him as he moaned again.
Gideon was pretty sure he said three sensible words - "Make me come," - before Kingsley swiped his thumb over the head of his cock and Gideon gasped.
Fuck slow! Hearing Gideon's words, Kingsley couldn't keep the slow rhythm any longer. He buried himself as deep as he could inside Gideon, moving in and out faster and faster, while he wanked Gideon to the same rhythm.
He tried desperately to think about anything else that would keep him from coming, but it was a losing battle. With a yell, he let go, coming inside Gideon, still wanking him and continuing with the in-and-out movement for a little longer, waiting for Gideon to finish.
His eyes were closed, but he knew the moment Kingsley finished, shuddering, he followed seconds later. Reaching up blindly, he let go with his legs and grabbed Kingsley by the shoulders, pulling him down.
Holding his face firmly, Gideon kissed him.
Kissing Gideon back, spent and thoroughly sated, Kingsley understood that his plans of shagging Gideon once and then letting go had just been foiled. He had to do that again. And again.
He rested his head on Gideon's shoulder and stayed there until his soft cock slid out of Gideon's body.
Gideon wrapped both arms around him, unwilling to let Kingsley go when he was being so…calm. He needed a shower; they were sweaty and sticky and his bed was a mess. However, he didn't care.
Adjusting their bodies only a little, he turned his head, pressing his lips against the curly stubble on Kingsley's head. He really wasn't kissing him; he was just resting his chin there.
Part of his brain wondered how soon they could do it again, and Gideon chuckled.
"What?" Kingsley asked when he heard Gideon's chuckle. He wanted to know whether Gideon had enjoyed it as much as he had, but he couldn't make himself ask that.
"Would you think I was totally depraved if I was wondering when we could do that again? I'm glad you're staying tonight."
Grinning broadly, Kingsley said, "That makes both of us depraved." He kissed the tip of Gideon's nose. "I'm glad I'm staying, too."
Gideon sighed; it was amazing how lax he felt. He really didn't want to move, and he didn't mind a sticky Kingsley laying on him.
"All right, Imp, do I have to be the responsible one and suggest a shower before I – we – fall asleep? I don't want to move, mind you, but this will be gross in the morning."
Kingsley groaned and stood up. He stretched out his hand and helped Gideon to his feet. Together they walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower together, Kingsley very glad that he had just come and could, therefore, resist the sight of Gideon under the spray.
There was always tomorrow.
It was awkward for a moment, deciding how to handle sleeping arrangements. Then Gideon remembered being pushed off the bed the last time Kingsley slept there, and it became an easy choice.
Kingsley helped him change the sheets, smirking at the mess they made. Pulling two extra sheets and another pillow from the wardrobe, Gideon tossed them onto the bed. Gideon set the tube on the nightstand, specifically not putting it away, and wondered if that was enough of a hint for Kingsley.
He folded one pillow between them, and tossed one of the sheets over Kingsley, using one himself. If this kept up, he would need to go shopping. He grinned at Kingsley as he squirmed into the bed, getting comfortable. Leaning across the pillow, Gideon kissed him softly on the lips.