Who: Merton Graves, Gideon Crumb When: Saturday Evening, the 6th. Where: Their house. What: Hanging out. Weird Sistering. Rating: R for Sister on Sister makeouts and language. Open/Closed: Closed
Things had been tense enough lately that sometimes, even Merton noticed. It had taken a few explanations, but he'd finally understood what the Muggle registration meant, and why Gideon was so upset Heath had gone. Merton was worried about his mum, too. But she'd gone in on her own, and been told she had an unknown wizarding ancestor, and thus hadn't stolen magic. Merton was relieved, though he still didn't fully understand things.
He managed to put it out of his mind most of the time, save when Heath or Gideon were looking particularly unhappy about it. Merton was also wondering, again, if maybe he wasn't in the way. Since there was loads of moments where the two of them seemed to be eying each other, lately. Merton wasn't sure if it was because they were fighting because of the muggle registration, or because they wanted to be naked. Maybe both! But he was always in the living room with the both of them, so he kept thinking on and off that he should ask Leigh to find him a place. Or let him stay with her since when he lived on his own she was always over there to check on him anyway. In between worrying about it though, he tended to forget altogether.
There were no longer cows in their backyard. Merton wasn't sure if Leigh had gotten rid of them, or if they'd just gone back to their farm. But he'd liked the mooing. Without the cows to watch or try to pet though, he was bored. Well he'd been bored with the cows too since you could only cow-watch for so long. They just did cow things. But he was bored, and left with cooking - and they were out of everything - or telly.
So telly it was. Heath had gone out, and he thought Gideon was sleeping, so Merton stretched out on the sofa, flipping relentlessly through the channels in search of something interesting.
"There better not be sharks on my telly," Gideon's voice said, from somewhere above and behind his head. When Merton craned to look, Gideon was looming over the end of the couch by his head, looking rumpled and sleepy and relaxed. "Is there room on there for me, or do I have to shove you off?" He didn't wait for an answer, really, just lifted Merton's shoulders up and flopped onto the couch and let Merton put his head back on Gideon's thigh. "Morning," he said, sounding husky and still half asleep. And it was more like mid afternoon.
"There aren't any on," Merton answered, lifting his head obediently then dropping it back to Gideon's thigh, looking up at him. "I was watching football." Which Merton didn't really follow much, but liked anyway. He used to play some when he was a kid, before he went to Hogwarts. Just with neighborhood kids for fun. "There's nothing on," he explained, tipping his head back to look up at Gideon. He smiled at the sleepy expression and tousled hair. "Heath went out. Did you shag him last night? Is that why you slept in?" he asked abruptly.
"Hmmm, there's got to be something on. I get like seven hundred channels." He let his hand slide into merton's hair slowly, and then blinked at the abrupt question. "Uh. No... not last night. This morning, yeah. I went back to sleep after." It didn't happen every night. That would infer a level of commitment, would imply a relationship of sorts was happening and Gideon was most definitely not in a relationship with his best mate. No way. No how. Besides, there'd been that time with both of them and he really .... hmmm. He shrugged and looked down at Merton. "Uhm... why?"
"There's never anything on six hundred of them," Merton, who was a frequent telly devotee, told him sagely. He frowned a little thoughtfully at the answer. "Just wondering," he answered vaguely.
He turned his head to look at the telly again, pushing absently at Gideon's thigh as if he could fluff it into a better pillow. Which didn't really work, since Gideon was bony. "We should have a barbecue," he decided, since there was a commercial for barbecue sauce on. It was maybe diverting from the previous topic, but really, it didn't take much to divert Merton's attention.
Gideon was, thankfully, rather good at Merton-speak, or at least getting there, and could, sometimes, get Merton to stay on track. "Nu-unh. You never just wonder. Why are you asking if we shagged last night and then looking all thoughtful about it?" Merton getting thoughtful usually meant shark swimming or his disappearing, or fires in the kitchen.
He looked up at the commercial and shook his head. "No open flames. No way."
"Because," Merton answered, tipping his chin back again to look up at Gideon. "It's outside. We can put it away from the house so there's nothing to catch on fire except meat?" And himself, but Merton didn't think of that. "There was a woman on the telly making grilled chicken and pineapple spears that looked good." Though the spears had been pointy and easy to poke out one's eye with. Merton thought he'd use squarer spears. Or rounder spears.
"Because is not an answer, Merton," Gideon pointed out patiently, still stroking his hair. His other hand came up to pet across his collarbone slowly. "And why on earth would I give you sharp pointy objects along with an open flame, Mert? Then I'd end up with you in Mungo's with stabbed burns and trying to explain it to the mediwitch."
"I don't ALWAYS burn things. Or poke myself," Merton answered, wrinkling his nose up at Gideon. But he was being petted, so he didn't bother to get overly irate about it. "I make you omelets," he pointed out. Since he did make good omelets. And egg sandwiches. And eggs in general. when he didn't burn them. Or lose shell bits in them. He shrugged one shoulder. "You're shagging a lot. And look at each other all the time, and I can't tell if you want to shag, or if you're brassed at him for the muggle thing. At the ministry." And if it was the shagging bit, then Merton was in the way sometimes. And not in the good "between them" sort of way. Though that'd been fun. It was just the once though, and they were together loads more.
"I look at him a lot because he's there. I look at YOU a lot, you just don't notice it. I shag him because.... " he paused, realizing he'd never thought about it much. He just .... did it. "I shag him because he's hot and I like the way he kisses and he makes this really hot noise when he comes, and he's my best mate. I'm brassed at him about the ministry sometimes, but mostly I'm frustrated that all this shite is happening and we're getting off free and there's other people losing their friends and their families and their loved ones and we have all this fame and we can't do anything about it." He looked down at Merton and smiled crookedly and commented, as if he knew what Merton was worried about, "You're not in the way, you know. I'd shag you too, more often if you paid more attention to the looks I give you." Merton was really easy to figure out sometimes. It was one of his more refreshing characteristics.
Merton worked through that, blue eyes blinking and lips pursing. "He does sound hot," he offered absently. Since he'd heard it that one time, and also through the walls other times. He did live in the same house after all. "We can't do anything about it though. We're just a band, not. . ." Whatever it would take to fix that? "Ministry people," he finished lamely. "We could go be a muggle band and not have to worry about it. American girls like us. We could probably be popular in muggle America." Or that one American girl with the red-red hair who shagged half the band had liked them, anyway. There were probably lots more.
He smiled a little. "But you don't shag me and go back to sleep and wake up all shag-happy looking," he pointed out. "If you get married and adopt babies, can I buy them loud toys?" since Don had said no.
"He is hot. So are you." Merton was definitely even hotter once you got him worked up and he stopped talking and started making 'please' sounds. "We could do something. We SHOULD do something, I just think we're all terrified of what happens if we do. People inspire others through music all the time. We've just never tried it."
He arched a brow. "That's because the first time you don't even remember it and the second time, you woke up and went and made breakfast before I got up. So how do you know if I wouldn't wake up all shag-happy looking? You'll have to shag me again and find out, won't you?" He let his hand drift slowly over Merton's throat, tracing the pulse there. "We aren't getting married," he said fervently, with a shudder. "We're not... it's not like that. We're just best mates who shag. A lot. Pretty sure we made it clear you're more then welcome to join us. Or just me, or probably just Heath. We aren't kicking you out of any bed you decide to come crawl into, Mert."
"I am," Merton agreed, humming a little pleased sound as Gideon's fingers stroked his throat, head arching back further to lengthen the line of it. "So are you. What do you want to do? Tell people not to go to the Ministry Registration thing? What if they got in more trouble for that?"
He reached up, fingertips running along Gideon's neck, the top of his chest, up to tug lightly o one ear. "I meant you don't come get me to wake up shaggy-sleepy from," he explained. "There was just the once with all three of us. I didn't know that meant all the time." They might not kick him out, but that might not be the same thing. Leigh let him stay in her bed that time he passed out, but she didn't let him in her bed REALLY. "Leigh would kick me out," he mumble, the segue not making any sense outside of his head.
Gideon was obliging enough to continue stroking his fingertips over Merton's throat, circling and petting slowly, while his other hand kept petting Merton's hair. "No. I don't know. That's the thing. Just... try to make people more aware, without getting anyone in trouble. I just don't know how to do it."
He arched a brow. "If you want me to come get you, or come crawl in your bed and shag you until I'm all sleepy and shag-happy, Merton, just say so. Heath and I aren't mind readers. We like you. We sure as hell both liked shagging you. If it was just a one time thing, we'd have told you." He leaned down, then and brushed his lips over Merton's, nipping lightly. "We want you here, Mert, either way."
Merton came off as innocent, much of the time, since he was a bit on the simple side. But he really wasn't. And was, in fact, very sexual. And a giant tease, when it was a friendly shag he could give a hard time to. He moaned softly, an almost-mimicry of the kind of sound Heath made that he knew Gideon liked, and he grinned up at Gideon. "We could put things in the music. Like when people used to think there were messages if you played it backward. Only ours could really have backward messages."
"Hmmm." He kissed back. "Okay. You can shag me then, when you want to. Or me and Heath. Do I ever get to shag you?" Not that Merton much cared if he was Keeping or Chasing. He was easy to please.
Gideon swallowed when Merton moaned and growled under his breath, sliding his hand farther down Merton's chest to pinch a nipple through his shirt. "That is cheating, Merton," he said, not sounding too worried about it. "And yea. Maybe. I'm just not sure what kind of message we should be sending, is the problem."
He licked slowly at Merton's lips before he sat back up again from the awkward angle. "I can, huh? Good to know. And yeah, if you want." Gideon wasn't all that picky either, and he liked playing both sides of the team as well as the fence.
Merton just laughed and moaned again, squirming visibly and arching up when he was pinched, turning his face into Gideon's belly and nuzzling there. "I don't know either. Maybe like how people wear ribbons to support things. We could just have a symbol or something on our album covers, so people know we support muggles and muggleborns?" Merton wasn't sure what they could do either. Other than give money to someone. That was usually what charities wanted?
Merton darted his tongue against the tip of Gideon's before he sat up. "Yup," he affirmed. "Good. Sometime then. Or with Heath."
There was really, only so much teasing Gideon could take, and that limit was not very high. He made a low sound in his throat and suddenly Merton was getting sat up and yanked into Gideon's lap so he could get more thoroughly kissed. Gideon took his time with it. Relearning the shape and taste of Merton's mouth, trying to provoke that moaning sound again, and giving himself time to formulate an answer. Although it was getting increasingly hard to think about serious matters like Ministry politics when he was kissing Merton. "That's an idea. It's a start anyways. Problem is getting people to know what that symbol MEANS."
"You just want to see what kind of noises you can get me to make," he accused good naturedly. Not that he minded.
Merton wasn't a small man, and the tug took some maneuvering of legs and body before he was settled over Gideon's lap, grinding down against him immediately and kissing back, lips parting for it, letting Gideon map his mouth and take it over, fingers tangling in his hair, then sliding down. "Dunno," he answered succinctly. "I like your noises. Harder to blow you like this though," he added, grinding down again and grinning against Gideon's mouth.
Gideon groaned again, and caught Merton's mouth for another kiss, licking and tasting his mouth with a almost fierce reverence. "Hmmm," he commented when he finally stopped for air. "You have a point. I'm sure as hell not going to discourage the idea, but I'm kind of liking kissing you for the moment." It wasn't as if there was any hurry. It was, he'd discovered, one of the nice things about shagging the people you lived with. No rush to get things done before someone walked in on you or found you out.
Merton laughed and shimmied against him again, nipping his lip and then kissing again. "I'm good to kiss," he informed Gideon with a grin, hands sliding down his side, slipping up under his shirt over bare skin. "Missing football," he pointed out. "And I was going to go make a sandwich. . ." he was teasing though, since he plainly had no intention of going anywhere, and didn't really want to. He liked his perch on Gideon's lap. And getting kissed was a lot more fun that football.
"You are very good to kiss," Gideon agreed, shifting a little as Merton's hands slid under his shirt, "Hmmm, sandwich can wait and football is boring. Rugby's better, and this is way more fun then all of them," he pointed out reasonably, and nipped Merton's lower lip, sliding his hands over his mate's hips and up his back slowly, tracing up his spine as he deepened the kiss and let his fingers slide all the way up into Merton's hair, tugging him in closer.
Merton wriggled against GIdeon, half teasing and half just an inability to not fidget. He kissed back though, hands sliding over Gideon's sides, up over his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples, then pinching playfully, grinning against his mouth. "I don't understand Rugby," he mumbled. Which wasn't that surprising. Merton didn't follow Quidditch that well half the time either, though he liked it. He broke away from the kiss, stubbled cheek nuzzling against Gideon's neck. "We could go to bed. But you just got up."
Gideon hissed in a breath as Merton pinched, squirming and rocking up beneath him. "Hmmm, I did. Luckily for us both I'm a rock star and inclined to being lazy and sleeping in all day. The only question is WHICH bed are we going to? We have a lot of choices in this house." He leaned in and nipped Merton's shoulder, fingers sliding back down his back to tease under his shirt and skim over bare skin slowly.
"Heath's," Merton answered promptly, and then laughed, pinching again to make Gideon squirm again. "You're not a rockstar. You play bagpipes," he teased. "I'm not either. I play cello. We're just rock accessories," he kissed Gideon again, then sat back enough to tug Gideon's shirt up and off, pinching once more on the way and rocking down deliberately on his lap. "Bed now," he prompted. "Or I'm making a sandwich."
Gideon growled under his breath. "Rock star. I'm in a rock band, I'm a rock star," he said emphatically, nipping Merton's other shoulder and then he was groaning and standing up, sudden and quick, holding onto Merton as he did so, letting his feet slide to the floor, but not letting go of him. "Heath's bed it is. You get to tell him how we ended up there though," he informed Merton with a grin.
Merton nodded, standing and then telling Gideon with a smirk. "You wouldn't let me make a sandwich?" he offered, by way of what he'd tell Heath was the reason. He kissed Gideon again, harder and deep, snaking a hand between them to press against the front of his trousers, squeezing him through them, then turning to head for Heath's room, stripping off his shirt and dropping it absently on the way, then starting to undo his trousers. There probably wouldn't be much doubt why they'd been in there, considering the clothes trail he was leaving.
"Right. We're in his bed shagging, because I wouldn't let you make a sandwich. Sounds perfectly reasonable to me," he said with a grin, which turned into a groan as Merton squeezed his cock through his jeans and then started leaving his trail of clothing behind. For a moment he half wanted to pick them up, because they were on the floor and making a mess but then he rolled his eyes at himself and realized he was going to miss the rest of the clothing coming off if he didn't move his arse. So he hurried after Merton, grinning a little wider as they headed into Heath's bedroom.