Who: Heath, Gideon What: Still reacting to the Muggleborn Resitration news Where: Their house in Ireland When: After everyone's gone home from the WS Drinking Binge Rating/Warning: NC-17
Heath was drunk enough that he wasn't entirely pissed about the registration anymore. Or, he was, but it was layered under booze. He thought about taking a sobering potion before he went to sleep, but he didn't want the taste of it and he, honestly, wasn't sure he wanted to be sober. By the time he'd played a few songs, though, and fallen into bed, he wasn't so much drunk as tipsy, and by the time he was halfway between being awake and being unconscious, he was already thinking about it again.
He had drunk enough that he was asleep fast, but it led to a pretty fitful sleep anyway. He didn't have nightmares, really, but he tossed and turned, grumbling nonsense.
Gideon was, unfortunately, not drunk and therefore not asleep, but instead, he was up and wandering the house restlessly. Normally he'd be playing, but he had earlier and it wasn't, for once, doing anything to help him from thinking in circles. He was almost tempted to delve into a Dreamless Sleeping potion, but he hated relying on stuff to sleep. He passed by Heath's bedroom, pausing as he heard something. Or thought he heard something. "Heath?"
Heath didn't wake up, but his door was open enough that it wouldn't take much to look in and see that he was in bed, the blankets and sheets a mess around his knees and feet from throwing them off while he tossed.
Gideon frowned and sighed, opening the door a bit more and slipping inside, walking over and picking up one of the pillows Heath had tossed off the bed, and sitting down on the edge, putting a hand on Heath's shoulder. "Heath. Mate, wake up, you're talking in your sleep." Which would normally be amusing as all hell, but it seemed more like a nightmare then a good dream Heath was having.
Talking wasn't really the word for it - in school sometimes Heath had talked in his sleep. If he hadn't been so well-liked, he'd have been picked on a lot more for it. These werne't words, though, just wordless mumbling. And Heath didn't quite wake up right away - but he had had a lot of people in his bed, and it was instinct to try to reach for whoever was touching him and pull them down with him.
Gideon laughed under his breath, and he stretched his legs out just so it'd be more comfortable and he leaned over, biting Heath's shoulder. "Wake up, git. I'm not going to have any fun if you're asleep." He shook Heath gently. "Heath..."
The bite nearly brought him to, but the shaking definitely did - Heath's eyes jerked open, and they were bloodshot and sleepy and it took a second for him to focus enough to see that it was Gideon shaking him. "Wh - " He started, then cleared his throat and rubbed at his eyes, and opted not to finish the question.
"You were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you up and evidently you decided I needed to be in bed with you for that to happen." He grinned, but he was still worried, brushing some of Heath's shaggy hair back. "You alright?"
"Wasn't having a nightmare," Heath answered, but he rubbed at his eyes again and didn't pull away when Gideon pushed back his hair, or try to move any further away from him on the bed. "Maybe I wasn't, I don't know." He never remembered his dreams. Instead of pointing that out though, he groaned, under his breath. "This is eleven sorts of fucked up, you know?" And he meant the whole fucking day, really. Obviously, drinking hadn't helped him really forget what had him pissed and scared and tense to begin with.
Gideon snorted. "I'm going to assume you don't mean in reference to my being in your bed." He sighed and ran his hands through Heath's hair again. "Go to sleep, Heath. We'll figure it out, eventually. We're not going to let them do anything to you, or break your wand."
"Gid, there's some shit that happens that we can stop, yeah? It's like a ... steam roller or something. Gets momentum..." He shook his head, but he did close his eyes as Gideon's fingers slid through his hair, though, shifting a little closer to his friend in the dark of the room.
"Yeah, but I happen to know a really good thing about steam rollers. They can't roll you over if you get out of their fucking way. And I'm fast like lightening. Voom Voom," he said, teasing, but he was serious too. "You're my best friend, you git. You seriously think I'm just going to stand by and let something happen to you?"
Heath was just morose enough from the day of thinking about it to think that Gideon probably wouldn't have a choice, but he decided to let it go anyway. Instead of saying it he nodded, mumbed a fine, and leaned his head in closer until his forehead was pressed against Gideon's and he was petting his hair again. "Did you just make a voom voom noise? Like you're a superhero... or a car?"
"I am Super Gid," he affirmed, sounding entirely too serious about it, mostly because he wanted to make Heath smile. "Don't pretend you don't know that already."
"Or a car," Heath said again, but at least Gideon got what he wanted - there was a ghost of a smile at the edges of Heath's mouth, and he pulled back from where he'd nuzzled in against his mate and said, "It's fucking ridiculous, right? They do something to us, they'd have Weirdies from around the fucking globe camped out on the front steps of the Ministry." Still, he wasn't at all sure that the Ministry really cared or worried about that sort of thing.
He really didn't want to think about this anymore.
Gideon sighed. "Stop thinking about it. For a few hours anyways. There's not a damn thing we can do about it right now anyways, so thinking about it and driving yourself crazy. Besides, they don't want to unleash the Barbarians' wrath on their head," he said, rolling his eyes a little. "Merlin forbid." His fingers slid through Heath's hair again, petting slowly.
Heath let himself be lulled by that touch, at least. Nothing seemed as terrifying when you were in bed with someone being touched - that seemed like at true enough fact that he could hold onto it. "They'd run screaming," he said, "those bints are terrifying...." And he sighed, Gideon's hands making him close his eyes again, his hand finding his mate's arm.
When he closed his eyes, he could see his wand being broken, some faceless bloke in a suit and formal robes and probably a bloody white wig telling him he wasn't really a wizard. It made his eyes open again quickly, and he wasn't even aware he was going to ask for it before he did, but he heard himself say, "Christ, Gid... " and then, "help me stop thinking about it."
Gideon groaned. "How the hell do I do that, Heath? Obliviate you?" He wasn't stupid though, he knew what Heath was asking. "Heath... " He didn't want to fuck this up, but... damn it. He leaned in sudden and slid his other hand over Heath's jaw, tilting his head back and pressed his lips against Heath's.
Heath was about to say 'you know fucking well how' but then Gideon caught on, or gave in, or whatever it was that had him kissing him and Heath groaned, almost growled into it and pulled Gideon hard so that he was flush against him, just sheets and Gid's clothes between.
He hadn't kissed him since he'd been kicked out of his flat. They hadn't even talked about what had happened that morning, what they'd almost gotten to. A week or so in Gid's house, and he'd figured it was a one time thing. Mometary lapse. Now, though, he wanted to kiss Gideon more than he wanted to breathe. Partly because Gid was really fucking good at this, but mostly because he knew Gid could help him to stop thinking.
Gideon groaned against Heath's mouth as he felt Heath tug him closer. He wrapped his other arm around him, smoothing over the muscles of his back and down over his spine, letting Heath press against him, and then he stilled, letting out a surprised laugh when he met bare skin. It shouldn't surprise him that Heath slept naked, but still, he couldn't help a grin. He didn't comment though, just groaned and pressed Heath down into the mattress, rolling on top of him, kissing him harder.
Gideon was doing a very good job getting him not to think, because already things seemed hazy and hungry and he groaned in disappointment when Gideon pulled his mouth away to laugh, but he smiled a little too, against that laugh, and almost asked 'what' except that then Gideon was pushing him to his back before he could get it out, and he found his mouth covered again, and asking didn't really seem important.
What seemed important were getting Gideon's fucking clothes off, and focusing on that instead of anything else. His hands tangled in the hem of Gid's shirt, pushing the other man back enough to pull it off.
Gideon seemed to think that was a really good plan, because he reached between them to yank the sheet out of his way, hand sliding over Heath's ass and hip, pressing a denim clad thigh between Heath's legs, biting his lower lip and kissing him again, until they were both dizzy and breathless from it. "Better then being Obliviated, yeah?"
Heath didn't complain, didn't stop him. Instead his legs slid open for Gideon to settle between them and as soon as Gid was there he was groaning into his mouth, rocking up just a little against denim, already half hard and desperate for friction. "Better than pretty much anything else," Heath agreed, panting between words and then reaching to curl a hand at Gid's neck and pull his mouth back in, because he was breathless and his lungs burned for want of air, but all in all he'd rather be kissing.
Gideon laughed. "You always were a silver tongued devil," he smirked, but then Heath was pulling him down and rocking against his thigh and his hand curled at Heath's hip, pressing down back against him, helping him get the friction he wanted, kissing him again. Not as hard this time. Slow, but fierce, exploring, taking his time, licking and tasting and doing whatever he could to chase all the thoughts out of Heath's head. "I think I'm overdressed," he said huskily.
"Fuck yeah, you are," Heath answered, and his fingers snaked between their stomachs and went to Gideon's fly, but he wasn't up to giving up the friction he had just yet, and instead his other hand tugged Gideon's mouth back to his. He wasn't really up to talking, either, when Gid could be kissing him like he had been - like he wanted to taste every inch of him, map every inch of his mouth.
Gideon laughed and then groaned, because Heath just kept kissing him and he wanted to drown in it. Damn, it felt good. He tasted good. He even smelled good, and Gideon wanted to just roll around with him and kiss like that forever. Fuck. Still, his jeans were tight and he was hard and he wanted to feel skin on skin. He reached between them, working his fly open, trying to shove his jeans off without taking his mouth off of Heath but that wasn't working and he finally just pulled away with a groan, so he could get the damn pants off, down his hips and kick them off across the room. He got a lucky shot, as they hit the door and closed it the rest of the way. Then he rolled back over onto Heath, hissing in a breath at the sensation. "Fucccck," he moaned, finding Heath's mouth again, kissing him hard.
"Fu - " Heath agreed, the word smothered in Gideon's mouth, and he shifted until Gideon's leg was slid between his again, but it was naked skin on skin and yeah, fuck, that was good. That was enough that he didn't have to think about anything else but the places where their bodies touched, and when he broke away from the kiss to pant for breath he heard himself, and he sounded like himself, teasing "You wanted this since you were fourteen," in a low, hoarse whisper against Gideon's ear.
Gideon groaned. "If you start fucking with me over that, I am going to go grab my pants and leave," he growled. It also made him a little hotter too, as evidenced by the way he rocked down against Heath. "Fucking took me long enough," he muttered, rocking down against him again. He wasn't going to leave, not now. Damn it, it'd been driving him crazy the whole time since Heath had moved in.
"No you won't," Heath answered, and it trailed into a groan when Gideon rocked down against him like that and the friction against his cock made his head arch back like he was offering his throat up to his friend. "Should have... done this. Years ago, fuck, Gid..." He was already starting not to make sense, which had really been the point, hadn't it?
"Ha. I could," he said, but they both knew he wasn't going to. Besides, Heath baring his throat like that was an invitation he couldn't resist and he leaned over to trail his mouth over Heath's throat, teeth scraping and licking along Heath's adams apple. "Yeah we should have," he murmured. "But you were a big git," he laughed, licking the hollow of his throat, and then shutting up so he could suck on the skin there, teeth nipping sharply as he rocked down again.
Heath worried he'd leave a mark that he'd have to cover, and it suddenly was the funniest thing in the world that he might walk into the Ministry of Magic with a hickey and then Gideon rocked down against him again and any thought of that exploded in the sensation of it and he groaned and rocked up again, shifting just enough under him that his cock dragged against Gideon's as he moved. "Couldn't," he said, and there was a bit of a challenge in it, but mostly Heath's voice was kiss-thick and needy.
"Could so," he answered back, growling a little at that just little bit of friction and he shifted his hips so they lined up properly and he shimmied his hips, sliding against Heath's cock with his own, slow and deliberate and groaning, finding Heath's ear and biting down before he sucked on it hard, groaning. "Just won't." He found Heath's lips again, kissing him, licking the taste of him from his mouth. "Heath..." he groaned.
"Yeah," Heath groaned back, and any breath he got was hissed in through his teeth as Gideon lined up against him and rocked down again. His hands slid from where they'd landed on Gideon's shoulders, down his sides, over his hips. Ended up on his ass so that he could pull him in again, clear from the rhythm of it what this was supposed to mimic, and pretty damn soon mimicing wasn't going to be enough anymore. His mouth slid to Gid's jaw, to his throat, then back to his mouth when he could breath again, to kiss him until he couldn't.
Gideon groaned, biting Heath's lower lip, tugging on it with his teeth, hips rocking a little more sharply this time. Fuck, it felt good. It felt really damn good. He let his mouth wander over Heath's jaw and his throat again, bracing himself on one arm while the other wandered over Heath's side, tracing his hip, sliding over his stomach, and up his chest, thumb flicking over a flat nipple as he bit the side of Heath's neck. "Want you," he groaned. "Wanted you for-fucking-ever"
"Then do something about it," Heath answered, and his words were half groaned, too, and when he rocked up against Gideon this time it was sharper, harder than he meant to, challenge in that too but he was fairly sure that Gideon was going to answer them. And that was, gratefully, all he was thinking about.
Gideon laughed and bit Heath again. "What, like that?" Gideon knew exactly what Heath wanted, but damned if he wasn't going to make him say it this time, because as Heath had so helpfully pointed out, he'd been waiting a long time for this. He pulled his hips away teasingly when Heath rocked up against him that time, keeping the friction between them suddenly light and elusive. "What is it you want, Heath? Tell me," he demanded.
Heath groaned in protest and almost tried to sit up, hands pulling at Gideon, trying to pull him back against him. But he knew what Gideon wanted, too. Wanted him to say it. Wanted him to beg for it. Which was, when he realized, really fucking hot too. He'd never seen this side of his best friend. Never thought he would, really. But it spoke to something in him that needed this, and he leaned forward fast enough that he caught Gideon's ear in his teeth, tugging, and then spent a minute just kissing the pounding pulse below it, leaving his own mark. When he finally whispered, "Fuck me," his mouth was just against Gideon's ear again, voice barely there at all. Just enough for Gideon to hear. Like it was their secret.
Gideon groaned sharply and he rocked down again harder this time, fingers tangling in Heath's hair, tugging and tilting his head back so he could kiss his mouth, ravage it until they were both panting. "Say please," he said huskily, but his hand was already moving, curling around as he shifted his hips, fingertips moving over Heath's thigh, down between his legs, teasing over the length of his cock.
You'd think Heath had never been touched, the way he groaned like a whore against Gideon's mouth and then moaned a "Please!" that was lost inside of Gideon's kiss. He pushed himself into Gid's hand, and if Gid didn't stop teasing and getting him off he was pretty damn sure he could do the job himself if Gid just kept his fingers right bloody there.
Gideon grinned at that, and kissed him again and of course his fingers did not stay right there. Instead the moved and he slid them into Heath's mouth instead, as his mouth slid over Heath's hear again, nipping the lobe before he whispered huskily. "Suck them," he commanded, shifting to where he was kneeling between Heath's legs, spreading his thighs further apart with his knees. "That's it. Like that," he groaned.
Definitely not a side of Gideon he'd seen before. He'd seen bossy Gideon, worried over him and telling him what to do because it was good for him. But this, commanding and ordering him and all husky and hoarse.. this was fucking mindblowing, and his mouth closed around Gideon's fingers at the order, sucking them wetly, tongue laving them, before he met Gideon's eyes and stopped, moving back on his fingers and then taking them in again when he was sure Gideon was watching, the way he'd suck a cock on the rare occasions he had.
Gideon's cock twitched and throbbed in response, because it damn well knew what Heath was doing and it nearly distracted him from what he was planning, as the mental image of Heath's mouth around his cock made him groan and his other hand stroked over the length of Heath's cock again, thumb teasing over the head and pressing against the slit, before he finally tugged his fingers free and moved them back between Heath's legs, circling teasingly around the tight ring of muscle before he began to work them inside.
Heath wasn't as experienced with this end of it as he was with other things, but he wasn't innocent either and he relaxed against Gideon's fingers, his head tossing back against the pillows and his eyes closed. A second later he was rocking down onto them, body wanting more.
Gideon groaned and he leaned down, taking Heath's mouth again as he gave in to the demands of Heath's body, fingers slowly working him open, stroking and thrusting and twisting inside him, teasing as much as they were preparing the way for what they both really wanted. He licked and tasted and mapped Heath's mouth, as if committing it to memory, groaning his name against his lips, his own cock aching from need.
Heath knew what Gideon was doing, would have rushed him through it if he wasn't kissing him like he wanted to remember every inch of his mouth, and Heath groaned into Gid's mouth and kissed back just as needfully - who knew when they'd give in and do this again? His body started a rhythm of its own, though, rocking down onto his fingers, hips twisted just enough that his fingers were almost just where he needed them every time they twisted into him.
Gideon groaned and slid his fingers in deeper, twisting and curving them just... and scraped over the bundle of nerves he'd been looking for as he bit Heath's lip, groaning against him. Fuck. He'd wanted this... wanted Heath, for so long and it was... better then he'd imagined and damned if he hadn't imagined some very hot shagging. He still couldn't believe it was happening. He wondered if he could get away with doing this every fucking day.
Heath had been deep in the kiss and then Gideon's fingers scraped where he wanted him and his teeth dug into his lip - and Heath practically screamed out he moaned so loud against Gideon's mouth, eyes squeezing shut again, world narrowing down. "Fuck. Gid... now!" It wasn't a request, it was a demand, and he rocked hard down onto Gideon's fingers, body begging too.
Gideon laughed, he couldn't help it, even if it was strained and breathless. "Demanding fucker aren't you?" He moved his lips to Heath's jaw, licking and nipping and then to his ear, teeth sinking into his lobe and growling softly. "Say. Please," he commanded, fingers twisting up inside Heath again, scraping over sensitive nerves, thrusting in and out with a too slow-motion.
It made Heath grunt, needy, and he twisted so that he could bite at Gid's cheek, then at his jaw, teeth scraping against stubble. "I'm... demanding." He panted, "I'm a fucking rock star..." And then Gideon was moving too slow, and too promising, and Heath groaned again, just at his ear. "Please. Fuck, Gid, Please..."
Gideon smirked. "So am I, genius. So no bonus points for you," he teased, but then Heath was doing it, asking... no, begging and Gideon growled again, low and passionate and needy and he was pulling his fingers free and pressing the tip of his cock against him, stretching out on top of him, finding his mouth again, kissing him hard as he pushed inside, impatient to bury himself deep.
Heath was impatient for it too. He moaned into Gideon's mouth in a way that trailed off in a gasp as Gideon finally, fucking finally, was pushing inside of him. And nothing else existed but that - he kissed back as well as he could when his attention focused on where they connected, and after the initial pain of it he was rocking his hips too, trying to get him deeper.
Oh Merlin's beard, fuck yes, that was.... fuck... He whimpered a little under his breath and he pressed down against Heath, all heat and heavy weight and trying to give him a few moments to adjust, but then Heath was rocking his hips and he groaned helplessly, because how the hell was he supposed to resist that? So he didn't, rocking his hips in response, hands sliding down to Heath's hips, fingers digging in and tugging him in closer, holding him as he pulled out and then thrust in again, all the way, slamming his hips against him and then pulling out and repeating it, jerky grunts of pleasure escaping as he did it, feeling the heat and tightness around his cock. "Fuck... Heath..... fuck," he groaned and then he gave in to the urge and just started moving, hard, fast, rough thrusts of his hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, because this was... fuck, everything he'd wanted, needed, dreamed of, for years.
Heath couldn't breathe, wasn't sure he rememered how. He couldn't remember how to do anything, really, except slide his legs high on Gid's sides in a tight grip to his sides, and groan against Gid's mouth, too overwhelmed to kiss him but staying there against his lips like he was dragging in breath from Gideon's lungs when he gasped, moaned, rocked up against him to meet every thrust. And one hand snaked between their bodies, wrapping around his cock and stroking it against his stomach in rough staccato, matching the rhythm of Gideon fucking him.
Gideon's breath stuttered and he groaned Heath's name again, pace quickening, thrusting a little harder. "Yes.. fuck... yes... Heath,.... fuck... want... you... this... fuck!" he couldn't even manage a complete sentence, and that was, for Gideon, a sure sign of how overwhelmed he was. Sex was good. Sex was always fucking good, and he was good AT it, but this was... fuck. This was Heath and it was... really fucking good.
Heath didn't even try to answer, too focsed on rocking down, on taking Gideon in, on the stuttered, frantic pace that set his teeth on edge and was aready making him tense, making him gasp for air. His hand flew on his cock, and all it took was his shifting his hips just a fraction to the right and then every goddamned thrust was sawing against nerves that made him lock his legs around Gideon's hips and try to pull the other man in harder while he shuddered under him.
Ungh, that felt... God, he felt fucking fantastic, and he could feel how deep he was inside Heath and it felt amazing and he couldn't... fuck, he couldn't last long like this, and that was a huge surprise, because he was damn good at holding back. But this was... "Heath.... fucking fuck," he panted harshly and then he was lost, back arching and a strangled shout as he came, "Come... with me, ohfuckplease!"
Heath had been close, but it was Gideon begging, Gideon shuddering and coming, that made him stroke in a frenzy, thumb rough against the head of his cock, so that as Gideon finished coming he was at the edge, and one more rough stroke and he was gone, shuddering underneath him, his body tensed tight, vise like around Gideon's cock, as he spent himself across both of their stomachs.
Gideon shuddered as he felt the sticky heat of Heath's release across his stomach and he growled under his breath, pressing a heated kiss to Heath's lips, devouring him, still slowly rocking inside him, not willing to stop moving inside that perfect, tight heat, growling into his mouth and sliding a hand down to wrap around Heath's so that he was forced to still slowly stroke himself, milking every single second he could out of the shuddery aftershocks of their orgasms.
Heath groaned again when Gideon's hand wrapped around him, and he was still shuddering when he was completely spent, collapsing down and melting into the bed beneath him bonelessly. He pulled Gideon with him, on top of him still, because he couldn't seem to manage to unwrap his legs to let him free just yet. His body didn't seem to be working.
Gideon didn't want to move off of Heath anyways, pressing his face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder, groaning and stretching out on top of him, unable to help but settle his weight down while he tried to catch his breath and remember which way was up. The hand on Heath's hip slid up to tangle in his hair, and Gideon bit his neck lightly, teasingly, mumbling. "Oh my god, wait till I tell my best friend I fucked a Weird Sister."
"Yeah?" Heath panted, and he was surprised he was actually capable of speech, really. A minute later he was even capable of raising a hand to stroke through Gid's hair too, and of unlacing his legs from around them and stretching out underneath his body. "Should tell him. We could have a fucking threesome."
"Yeah? That'd be fucking hot. Looks just like you too. It'd be like fucking twins." He groaned as Heath moved, sucking at the skin of his throat again, probably leaving a mark, and not caring. Finally though, he shifted his hips, pulling free with a groan and another kiss to Heath's lips, and stretching out with a shuddering groan next to him. "Fuck. So worth the wait."
Heath stretched again when Gideon was off of him, like he was testing his body to see if he could still move, but then he settled back and nodding, closing his eyes. "Won't wait another ten years," he mumbled, grinning. And that had done exactly what he'd wanted it to do - he couldn't even remember, now, what it was he'd been so fucking worried about.
"Hmm. Not sure I'm gonna wait another twenty four hours, just so you're suitably forewarned," he said with a low chuckle, leaning over enough to nip Heath's earlobe again, sucking on it before dropping his head back down onto the pillows. "Hmmmm. Remind me to find out if you suck cock as good as you suck fingers," he said, eyes half closed already.
"Oh," Heath promised, stretching again and grinning. He was going to be sore tomorrow. Sore, and sated, and he was pretty sure he can sleep now and not wake up terrified. "Oh," he said again, then smiled, turning on his side and into Gideon's arm. "I do."
Gideon's wrapped an arm around Heath's waist almost automatically. "Hmmmm, damn it. Then definitely going to have to come find you tomorrow and drag you into one of the bedrooms around here at some point," he said, half smiling and clearly relishing the plan. He tugged Heath a little closer, tucking his chin on Heath's shoulder. "Go the fuck to sleep. I'll stay." Just in case Heath started having nightmares again, but he didn't say it.