LONG FIC: "Passers By" (Percy/Kingsley, NC17)
Title: Passers By Pairing: Percy/Kingsley Rating: Adult. Challenge: Magical objects, which in this case would be the charmed windows in the Ministry. Words: ~2000 Warnings/Enticements: Exhibitionism and facials. Among other things. Summary: Percy didn't really quite mean for this fantasy to get played out with the Minister. A/N: Set post-DH (not epilogue, but sometime after the battle and a handful of possibly-drunken celebrations).
Passers By
"You know you want to try it."
Percy jerked away from the window if his new office as the Minister came in and leaned against the jamb. "What?"
"You know."
Percy straightened his tie and his back, wishing he hadn't taken off the robe he usually wore over, even though it was late and he'd thought no one was still here. "I've no idea to what you refer. I was merely enjoying the weather." He picked up his parchment. "Now. You've a meeting tomorrow, despite the week-end, with--"
"Oh, now." The Minister stepped the rest of the way in, and Percy's eye followed him. None of the other Ministers had been so casual, and while on the one hand, the ease of Minister Shacklebolt made his teeth itch, on the other hand, he had to admit the fluid movement and ready smile had …another effect on him entirely.
Still, he had no idea how he could have known what he was thinking, standing there staring at the window, and he certainly had no intention of confirming anything. "Sir, your schedule really is quite full."
"Percy. I believe I clearly explained to you that you don't work for me."
"Yes, yes, I know, but someone needed to organize--" Percy broke off and bit his lip, feeling a startling sheen of sweat bursting forth on his brow. "And all right, I know, I'm ex-Ministry, officially, independent--''
"Yes; the independence is the only way to see to it the report you're writing me is unbiased."
"--but I'm just next door, and I fail to see how it will help anything to leave you in such a state."
"And what state would that be?" Shacklebolt had stepped closer yet, the smooth dark skin of his scalp gleaming in the light.
"As I indicated, you've a great mess of appointments and no order to anything."
"Which Stephanie will see to in the morning, I'm sure."
"She's new. And, Saturday. Will she even--"
"Yes, but she's flexible, and she'll learn. And Percy, I thought perhaps on a Friday evening, we might loosen our ties a bit. And do something about an entirely different state." Shacklebolt reached up to do so, and Percy noticed he was holding his breath. They hadn't talked about this since a rather unexpected moment in which they'd found themselves alone, exhausted, and slightly intoxicated, after the official celebration, and Percy had thought he ought probably to forget it because honestly, the man had probably just been being polite. He couldn't have meant anything. Yes, Percy had tried to put the entire conversation from his mind.
He'd been markedly unsuccessful, so far as that, but he was certain he hadn't given any outward sign of the constant low burn of attraction, so how had they come to this? Percy swallowed hard as Sha--Kingsley, he probably should call him if they were going to unknot each other's ties--tugged at the knot and slid it down his chest. He'd called him Kingsley just a handful of times before, and it felt odd to do so again, even in his mind, but it also felt good. He followed suit and then took the next step, shakily sliding one button after another through Sh--Kingsley's buttonholes, first the collar of his shirt, then, as he moved down, the partially-fastened robe, the rest of the shirt… he lost himself in thinking about the various buttons, working his way to skin single-mindedly, barely aware Kingsley was doing the same for him until they were both bare-chested and Percy looked up.
He felt naked, or rather, he was mortifyingly aware of the narrowness of his chest, pale with the faded hints of boyhood freckles on his thin and uninteresting sternum and chest. Compared to Kingsley's dark broad pectoral muscles, he was pathetic, and he blushed. "What--"
Kingsley shook his head. "You know what, Percy. We talked about this." He ran a finger, a rough finger that spoke to his recent time as a field agent, nothing like Percy could imagine any of his predecessors, at least all the way back to Hallis in the thirties after the Goblin incident, would have, down the center line of Percy's chest, tracing where his tie had been five minutes earlier. "Just because it took a little while to arrange the moment…"
"Arrange?"
"Of course. This office was occupied, and while Jenkins had no objection to a move, it still took a few days to arrange it."
"Why?"
"So you'd be just next door, of course." Kingsley shoved Percy's shirt the rest of the way off his shoulders, leaving the tie, tangled and creased, hanging alone from his neck as the shirt hung by its tails and his cuffs down the backs of his thighs. "Allowing us to find opportunities to do this."
Percy whimpered and glanced over his shoulder at the charmed windows. "All of it?"
"Unless you've a need for something else first." Kingsley's voice was low and quiet, so quiet Percy had to work to hear him which, he concluded in a flash of insight made him come across as all the more powerful for the restraint. Percy swallowed.
"No. No, I don't need, I'd like, yes, sir."
Kingsley leaned closer, close enough Percy could feel the heat off that beautiful chest, and whispered, "You don't have to call me sir. Unless you want to."
"I don't know how to stop. Sir."
Kingsley chuckled and turned Percy around, the calluses on his palms just as pronounced as those on his fingers, and slid a big hand into Percy's pocket, fingering his wand. "Shall I?"
Percy shuddered, terribly aware of how close that hand was to his cock, his cock that was harder than it had any right to be thinking about this. He nodded once, swallowing again, and stammered, "Pl-please."
Kingsley backed Percy up nearly to the window, and drew the wand out, slowly, to point it. The windows ordinarily showed the weather, despite that they were underground, but his incantation changed the charm so that instead of only that, it showed people, people walking past, some of them stopping to stare in. A crowd drew, and Kingsley turned the wand around, flicking it back toward Percy, who gasped as what had been merely mild restriction of his hands, still trapped in his cuffs, tightened, drawing his hands to his sides and keeping them there.
Kingsley licked the shell of his ear and tossed the wand away, and Percy whimpered again. "Sir, I--"
"Should watch your reflection," Kingsley said, still quiet, breath hot against Percy's neck. He dropped the wand to the floor and reached around Percy with both hands now, unfastening his trousers and opening the flies wide, shoving down the waistband of Percy's trousers. "See that?" he asked. "I can see in the window, how hard you are for me. How much you like this." He wrapped his fingers around Percy's cock, working his other hand down among layers of clothing to cup Percy's balls, and shoved forward against the small of Percy's back with the hard ridge of his own prick.
Percy stared at the window, watching the dark skin of Kingsley's hand pump up and down in sharp contrast to the pale dead white of Percy's groin and cock. The feeling of the hardness against his back, pushing and sliding, had him gasping anyway, and as he looked, he couldn't ignore the growing crowd, of whom several were familiar: Charlie, there on the left, and Ron in the middle with Harry and Hermione to either side. "You put. I know some of them. You're, in front of…" He broke off, trying to organize enough words in a row to make any sense at all, gasping again as Kingsley only moved his hands faster.
"That's right, Percy," Kingsley said. "I'm stroking you off in front of half your family, and after you come, I'm going to fuck your mouth in front of the rest of them."
Percy let his head fall back onto Kingsley's shoulder, leaning his sweaty face against the hard knot of jawbone and the muscular cords of stubbled flesh, and watched the reflection, his eyes all but closed, the image blurring until it was dark and pale shapes moving against the pale staring backdrop of the crowd that now numbered at least twenty, all watching his cock, his pink heavy cock that was dripping thick clear fluid onto Kingsley's fingers. His hands, still trapped, clenched and opened, itching to wrap around his shaft and touch Kingsley's chest and thighs and arse and cock, and he rocked harder, forward into grasping fingers and back against the solid ridge, so big, so hard, of that cock. "Tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Kingsley moved his hand faster, pumping up and down, and scraped his stubbled chin across Percy's cheek. "Tell you how your youngest brother is staring at your cock? Tell you how your baby sister is blushing?"
"Yes!"
"Tell you about your father--"
Percy whined and snapped his hips forward harder, yanking his hand free of the cuff to grip on top of Kingsley's, urging his to move faster, harder. He lifted his head and opened his eyes wide, taking in all the familiar faces--Xeno Lovegood and Dumbledore and Remus Lupin as well as Hermione and even Penny, all watching his fist pump up and down, some of the pointing and talking amongst themselves while others merely stared. It was utterly wrong, and his cock throbbed. He bit his lip.
"You can't wait to come for them, can you, Percy? To come for them and show them how you like to suck?"
Percy couldn’t help it. The notion of being caught, watched, probably laughed at, talked about… he spilled in thick hot spurts that flew through the air and spattered on the window and dripped down his and Kingsley's fingers. He hadn't even quite finished, the last bursts of pressure still working in his balls, when Kingsley spun him around and pushed him down. Kingsley had his flies open quickly, and smeared the come on his fingers over his own cock, then wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked. "You want to show them how you like to suck, don't you?"
Percy nodded and opened his lips, but Kingsley went on.
"Or would you rather they see how you like to feel me spattering come on your nose and in your hair?"
Percy groaned and leaned forward, sucking the head of Kingsley's cock, pressing his tongue hard against the slit. He took more for a moment, moving his head back and forth, then pulled back and held up his sticky fingers, then sucked on them instead. Kingsley stroked himself for another moment and came, sending fat drops of come onto Percy's glasses and chin and lips.
Percy sat back on his heels, panting, and looked down at himself. He was still half-dressed, trousers merely open, shirt still half-tucked and stuck to one wrist, tie still tangledly fastened around his neck.
The window, still charmed to show his family and friends, was cold when he leaned back against it, and he looked up. "So… what was that?" His cheeks were burning hot, and he had no idea how he'd allowed this to happen, but he also had no idea how to make it happen again, and he wanted to. A lot.
"That," Kingsley said, "was a hell of an orgasm, if you ask me."
"Well. Yes."
Kingsley waved his wand and redressed himself neatly in one go, leaving Percy disheveled and sweaty, and turned to go. He stopped in the door. "Next time, I'm bending you over your desk, and I'm including sound when I revise the charm."
Percy slid the rest of the way over onto his arse on the floor, and watched him go.