Dancing on My Own

[westwardlee]

Title: Dancing on My Own
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: R
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Goodbyes are awkward to say. Written for the AWDT prompt, I'll be dancing on my own
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And neither of us own a flat near wizarding Britian.

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Shivering from the cold, Gideon rubbed his eyes, trying to figure out why his body ached. He was lying on his stomach, one leg hanging over the edge of his bed, toes rubbing against the carpet. Some time during the night he'd lost his blanket. Looking over the edge of his bed, he assumed it was on the floor. While that was strewn with two sets of clothing, there was no blanket to be seen.

Blinking his eyes, it took a moment for the thoughts to register. Once he could focus on his skin, which was prickled with goose bumps and light red hair standing on end from the cold, he looked at the floor again.

Two pairs of black pants, one green mesh shirt and one tan button down, sleeveless shirt. Dumped unceremoniously in the middle of his bedroom floor, they could only mean one thing. Apparently, Kingsley had fallen asleep in his bed after last night; Gideon hoped that he'd told Maura ahead of time that he was spending the night.

His brain felt as dry and fuzzy as his mouth; whatever he had drunk, he wouldn't be touching for some time. Typically, Gideon didn't drink much and finished the night with a large glass of water to flush the alcohol from his system. Except that last night he and Kingsley stayed at the bar until it closed, hardly leaving the dance floor. It was Kinsley's last weekend home and by unspoken agreement, both men stayed out there, teasing each other mercilessly while dancing.

The scotch, or was it whiskey, he had drunk kept Gideon from saying the words he feared to speak. He wouldn’t tell the Imp he was going to miss him. Both had ignored the men glancing flirtatiously at them and the other men that knew Kingsley from previous visits. They were there to flirt with each other, to act as if they would have sex on the dance floor. He had felt Kingsley's cock pressed against his arse most of the night, and often turned Kingsley around to press his own against Kingsley and to run his teeth along Kingsley's shoulder, to press his hands against Kingsley's cock, rubbing him, making sure he stayed hard.

Then home in the wee hours of the morning, falling into Gideon's bed, finally giving in to the overwhelming need to feel Kingsley inside him. No wonder his body was sore, they had been violent in their desire. He had buried Kingsley's cock in his throat, making him come, then let Kingsley do whatever he wanted to Gideon until he was hard again and able to fuck him. Kingsley had actually hurt him, not that Gideon would tell him.

Rolling over, he looked at his chest, touching the four sets of bruises from Kingsley's teeth. Finally giving in to his curiosity, Gideon turned his head to look at Kingsley. He was sleeping on his back, arms thrown above his head, blanket tangled around his hips and underneath his legs.

Gideon stumbled out of the bed, limping across the room to the loo. The rest of his flat was colder than the bedroom and he flinched as he stepped on the tile. Grabbing a glass next to the sink, he gulped the water as quickly as possible then went back to his bed.

He tried to extricate the blanket slowly, but it was so wrapped around Kingsley that Gideon couldn't get it free without moving him. Gideon sighed, then scooted closer, pressing his cold chest against Kingsley's side, laying his head on Kingsley's shoulder. Gideon threw one arm across his chest, then twisted the other underneath Kingsley's head and arm, letting the warmth seep slowly into his own body.

He hoped it was very early, because he was too exhausted to wake. Rubbing the side of his head against Kingsley's shoulder, Gideon closed his eyes.

In his dream, Kingsley was in a bad mood. He woke up with his mother in his room, telling him to get up right away and start packing for school. He covered his head with the blanket, but she wrenched it from him.

"Kingsley McIntosh Shacklebolt, I want you to start packing right now."

"Mom, today's Saturday. I don't have to leave until Thursday."

"We'll be going to my parents' on Sunday. Have you forgotten your grandpa's birthday? We'll be back late on Wednesday and I don't want you to forget anything."

"I'll do it later."

"Fine. But you're not going to Gideon's until you are completely done."

That was a low blow. Kingsley and Gideon had planned to meet for a movie, then dinner, then dancing and finally shagging. Obviously, his mother didn't know about the last two parts. He'd just told her he'd be home on Sunday.

Then he was dancing with Gideon at Shaft, in a way he'd never danced before. It was not dancing - it was shagging! The only thing they didn't do was to undress and fuck on the floor. Gideon was really inspired and Kingsley loved it - so much that he exercised control and they stayed until the bar closed.

And now they were having sex. He felt Gideon's body very close to his and enjoyed it as fully as he could. He knew he was being rough, but he also sensed that Gideon wanted it like that.

"You're hurting him, Kingsley."

"MUM!" he exclaimed, horrified, but didn't stop fucking Gideon. "What are you doing here?"

"Never mind what I'm doing here. Is this why you were in a strop today? Because this is your last weekend with your boyfriend? And you'll miss him?"

It was awfully disconcerting to be shagging someone while your mother was observing you, but, when Kingsley tried to pull out, Gideon snarled, "Don't you dare stop, Shacklebolt. And answer your mother's question. Are you upset because you'll miss me?"

"You're both out of your mind," Kingsley said, resuming his movement. "I won't miss you. Mum, he's not my boyfriend. Can you please leave now?" He was about to come and he really didn't want her to see that.

Sighing she stood up. "I will, but let me remind you that you lied to me - you too, Gideon - so when you get home you, your dad and I will have a serious conversation about this."

Gasping, Kingsley woke up, sitting up in bed and pushing Gideon away with his jerky movement.

He'd fallen back asleep with his head resting on Kingsley. Some things were too comfortable to analyze and Gideon knew he didn't want to think about the fact that Kingsley made a comfortable bedspread.

He told himself he was looking forward to sleeping alone, to not worrying about the state of his flat, to seeing his brother again. Somewhere in his head, he believed that. Yet, he could hear an echo somewhere else, wondering how he would fill his time with Kingsley gone. And with whom.

Before he could threaten that tiny, traitorous part of himself, Gideon was thrown across the bed.

"What the hell, Shacklebolt! What's wrong with you?"

He couldn't believe that Kingsley still wasn't used to waking up next to him.

Still panting, Kingsley snapped his head when he heard Gideon's voice, then looked around wildly and sighed deeply. It had been a dream, after all. "I had a nightmare." He looked at Gideon again, who was glaring at him. "What? Why're you looking at me like that?" He froze a little inside. Maybe he'd been speaking out loud and he'd die if Gideon had heard the ridiculous conversation he was having with his mother in his dream.

Rubbing his neck, Gideon smiled at him. He would have been more shocked if Kingsley didn't surprise him.

"I thought you were going to knock me off my bed, so of course I'm looking at you strangely."

Unsure what to say, Gideon stretched back out on the bed, hand against the side of his neck.

"Last night was fun."

"What did I do? Did I push you?" He wasn't sure if it had been his dream or not, but he remembered shoving someone. "I'm sorry. I have the weirdest dreams sometimes." He stood up. "Going to the loo. It was tons of fun. Hold that thought, be right back."

Inside the bathroom, Kingsley washed his face with cold water. Yes, he had the strangest dreams, but what was bothering him this time wasn't his mother's presence at that crucial moment. It had been only a nightmare. What he needed to think about was why in his dream she was calling Gideon his boyfriend and saying that he would miss him. That was just so not true. He didn't even think about that.

But why would those words come to him in a dream?

The other part of the dream, where she told him she knew about him and Gideon didn't worry him much. She would never find out. He would be leaving for school in a few days and then he and Gideon would only see each other sporadically, if at all. Wrinkling his nose, he thought that maybe, by the time he left school, in a year, Meg would have succeeded in nailing Gideon to marry her.

Feeling a little better, he returned to the bedroom. Last night had been ace, but the day was just starting. Nothing like topping the night with a perfect Sunday.

Gideon was sitting up, legs spread across the bed, leaning over to stretch his muscles. He was tense and still sore. Getting up for a warm shower would be great; Scourgify was helpful, and left his skin sanitary, but he still didn't feel clean. However, a shower would entail too much energy and with Kingsley coming back to the bed, he didn't want to get up yet.

Leaning to the side, his head poised just above his knee, he said, "Give me one second and I'll move back over."

Kingsley crossed his arms, admiring Gideon's muscles flexing in the exercise. "I can give you a massage, if you want. Do you still have that stuff that Santini gave me? The one for sore muscles?"

A massage would be great. All he wanted was to put his hands on Gideon. Soon.

Gideon grinned and pointed to the bottom drawer in the small nightstand by the bed, "I was waiting for you to ask." He watched Kingsley lean over, running his eyes across the curve of his hips.

Lying on his back, he patted his hips and said, "Come sit down right here, little boy."

"Little boy? That's a lot of nerve, Mr. Prewett. I'm just about your height - and growing, mind you. And," Kingsley quickly grabbed Gideon, pulling him off the bed and, carrying him to the other side of the bed, dropped him unceremoniously on it, falling right on top of him, "Obviously this little boy is strong enough to carry you. Lightweight!"

Gideon tugged at Kingsley until he sat low on his hips, his half-hard cock - Gideon could have sworn it was always in that state - lying against Gideon's. He folded his arms behind his head and watched Kingsley rub Santini's concoction between his palms.

"Ya' know, about last night. It was much more fun than the first time we went dancing. I was too worried because I knew I couldn't shag you. But last night, knowing I could do whatever I wanted? 'Twas great.

Kingsley leant over, his face approaching Gideon's. He put his oiled hands on Gideon's shoulder and kissed him on the mouth, his hands massaging the sore muscles. He whispered into Gideon's mouth, "I know. Last night was the best." He straightened back up, not losing the rhythm of the massage. "Too bad I have to go to my grandpa Kingsley's today. We could do it again tonight."

Gideon returned the kiss then unfolded his hands to reposition his arms. Laying them palms down on Kingsley's thighs, Gideon bent his fingers, rubbing his nails across his legs. "Will you let me return the favor, when you're done?"

"Of course. I could do with a massage. Someone made me work out hard last night and my muscles are sore. Except for one, actually."

Kingsley finished kneading Gideon's shoulders and told him to turn around, so he could start on his back. He smiled mischievously when he saw Gideon's bare arse. He had great plans for it that day.

Too bad it was his grandpa's birthday! He was enjoying his lazy time with Gideon very much and, for a fleeting moment, wondered if other couples were so compatible. Then he immediately berated himself for thinking such rubbish. If he didn't stop that nonsense right away, he would start calling Gideon "darling" very soon, like his parents did to each other. Perish the thought! Gideon was just a friend, a very good friend whom he enjoyed fucking very much.

To prove his point, he intensified the rhythm of the massage. He knew he was being a little too rough, but that was the kind of massages that friends gave each other.

Gideon moaned involuntarily as Kingsley pressed harder into his skin, playing his back roughly. He never would have expected to like that, but it was possible it was only because of Kingsley. Without thinking, he pushed his hips off the bed, making Kingsley move and push his cock into Gideon's buttocks.

He was still thinking about their night at the bar and the dancing. Unable to tolerate it any longer, Gideon finally wrenched one shoulder to the side, tipping them. Rolling over, Gideon straddled Kingsley's hips and grabbed his wrists, pushing them into the bed above his head. Hanging centimeters over Kingsley, Gideon whispered, "Kiss me."

Gideon was thin, but he had strong arms. Kingsley felt pinned and found out he rather enjoyed it. These were the things that made his shagging sessions with Gideon so pleasurable: Gideon wasn't like the blokes he'd shagged at the bars or the classmates he's fucked under the bleachers. They just bent over and were happy with whatever Kingsley did. Gideon gave and took, in equal amounts.

He lifted his head slightly and kissed Gideon, moving his hips against Gideon's body.

When he was younger, he'd never liked kissing. It always felt too personal, yet this was intimate and Gideon enjoyed it more. Transferring Kingsley's wrists to one hand, he groped around the bed until he found the container Santini sent them. With one last lick against Kingsley's lips, he sat up and opened it, rubbing it between his fingers.

"I believe I owe you a massage, yes?"

Beginning under Kingsley's arms, Gideon slowly worked his way up to the tips of his fingers, still stretched above Kingsley's head. As Kingsley relaxed beneath him, Gideon grinned, content to finally return the favor that Kingsley had offered him several times that summer.

After he finished his arms, Gideon spread Kingsley's arms straight out to the side, working his fingers into the muscles around the collarbone. Leaning over until he laid directly on Kingsley's chest, Gideon followed his fingers with his teeth and tongue.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was turned on and wanted to shag Gideon and his fear of dreaming of his mother again, Kingsley would've fallen asleep. He was relaxed under Gideon's fingers and gave a yelp of surprise when teeth and tongue followed their path.

He had never been a patient person and, at that moment, was feeling much less so. He pushed Gideon's head downward, in a clear manifestation of what he wanted done to him.

Laughing, Gideon let Kingsley push his head down, but didn't do what Kingsley wanted . Adjusting himself so he was on his knees between Kingsley's legs, he barely licked Kingsley's length with the tip of his tongue, continuing to slowly massage chest and stomach.

He knew that Kingsley would complain soon, but Gideon didn't care. This was his last chance to spend some time with him and damn it, Gideon planned to take it slow. Torturously slow if he had his way. He wanted to see if Kingsley could come without being inside any part of Gideon.

Eventually his hands made it to Kingsley's pelvis where he bypassed Kingsley's whole cock in favor of his thighs. Not abandoning him completely, Gideon continue to lick his cock, wrapping his tongue partially around it and sliding it up and down the vein.

This was torture. Kingsley had been turned on when he woke up and now he was afraid he'd behave like a young boy with a wet dream. If Gideon didn't suck him off soon, Kingsley might come anyway.

That would be too embarrassing, and he tried to move Gideon's head toward his cock. But the git was determined to make him suffer.

He stopped struggling, thinking that he might come soon, but he'd be turned on again in no time.

Pulling away, he sat up and continued to work down the legs. Instead of moving further away, Gideon pulled his feet, making Kingsley bend his legs. He could hear Kingsley grumbling but ignored it until he reached his toes. Once he was done, Gideon laid on his stomach again, with Kingsley's feet still propped up and lowered his head, one hand on Kingsley's stomach, and licked underneath his balls.

Kingsley gritted his teeth and tried to think about anything but what Gideon was doing to him. In despair, he relived his dream of that morning. It helped. His mother's words had the effect of taking the mind off Gideon's tongue under his balls and he sighed in relief.

Maybe he would be able to hold off for a bit longer.

Gideon raised his head, needing to talk to Kingsley. Fondling his balls, he slowly licked Kingsley's cock, laughing as he reached the end and Kingsley groaned.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"About what?" Kingsley grunted.

"I want to hear you scream when you come. Let me make your orgasm feel better." He wanted it so bad he could barely control his voice, but knew that Kingsley would flip if he knew that.

"It's just one little finger," Gideon licked him again, "will you trust me?"

The idea of just one little finger did not sit well at all with Kingsley. He remembered how he'd lost control when Gideon used his tongue on him. Besides, he'd used that line a few times before and he surely recalled how his bed partners hadn't minded at all when the "little finger" became something else. Quite the opposite - they'd begged for it.

He didn't answer right away, but the tension in his body was unmistakable.

Gideon let him go and crawled up over him, being careful to not touch him until his hands were propped on the sheet right next to Kingsley's shoulders, on his knees so their bodies didn't touch. Leaning down, he kissed him softly on his mouth, and then pulled away, holding himself still.

When Kingsley didn't move right away, Gideon kissed him again.

It was hard for Kingsley to tell Gideon that he trusted him, but he didn't want to let him do what he suggested. He wished he'd not exercised control and come earlier. Then this all would be a moot point.

He kissed Gideon back, but his mind was far away.

Gideon buried his irritation with Kingsley' ridiculous reaction and immediately moved away from his mouth. Sucking his jaw, he kissed back to his ear and lowered himself to Kingsley's chest.

Wrapping long fingers around both of them, Gideon rubbed until Kingsley came, following right after him. He lay there briefly before turning his head to quickly kiss Kingsley's jaw.

"Don't know about you, but I want a shower." Tweaking Kingsley's nipple, Gideon grinned at him and pushed himself away, wandering to the loo.

"You can join me or take your own, your choice."

Feeling oddly unsatisfied, although he'd come, Kingsley sat up in bed. He called out, "Gideon." When Gideon turned back to him, answering, "Yeah?" Kingsley took a deep breath and asked, "Are you angry with me?"

Staring at Kingsley, Gideon considered his answer. Yes, he was, but it wouldn't do any good to tell him that - he knew beforehand what Kingsley's reaction would be. He wasn't sure if he was angry for being told no, or… "I find it interesting that we spend a lot of time doing what you want, that's all."

Shrugging his shoulders, he walked to the shower.

Kingsley jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom after Gideon, but didn't get into the stall. With an incredulous look, he asked, "What did you say? We spend a lot of time doing what I want? I don't think so, Gideon. I don't recall forcing you to do anything you didn't want. For fuck's sake, didn't we wait to have real sex until you were all right with it?" He crossed his arms, scowling.

Turning the water on, Gideon didn't answer. He wasn't in the mood to argue with him, especially with his self-righteous attitude that he did no wrong. Of course, that meant that Kingsley would still be standing outside the stall, waiting for an answer when he was done with his shower. He turned the water back off, but didn't turn around.

"It's not a matter of what I don't want, because I've wanted everything we've done. It's more a matter of being lucky that you like the majority of things I like. As long as I don't step outside your comfort zone, we're fine. You constantly push mine and don't give a shit about it. And you keep pushing mine until I agree. The moment I push yours, you turn into a recalcitrant child."

That was the reason they meshed so well. Most of the time, Gideon accepted Kingsley's level of comfort and didn't ask for more.

"Excuse me, I pushed what? If I was aggressive in the beginning, you seemed to be accepting everything without being pushed. And I stopped at your comfort zone, didn't I?

"And from the beginning I told you what I didn't like. I never lied to you, did I? Then why do you want to push me?"

"Did I push you? Did I ask again? I did what you wanted. I stopped, Kingsley, even if I didn't want to. I won't do what you don't like, and I didn't ask to fuck you. Just like I haven't tried rimming again - even though I desperately want to because I like to see you react to it. Did you ever consider I wanted to do it for you and not just for me?"

Arms crossed, still scowling, Kingsley replied petulantly, "You don't have to do it on my account. I'm perfectly happy without it."

"Once again, it's not strictly for you, it's as much for me because I like the way you react. And I like doing it, it's fucking sexy to watch you come undone. Why do you like me coming before you? Why do you like me to make noise? That's not for me, it makes you feel better.

"Fuck, Kingsley, why are you having sex with men if you're so prudish about your precious arse and don't give a fuck about anyone else's?"

"I'm not being fucking prudish. I don't want it and it has nothing to do with being anything about my arse. About giving a fuck about anyone else's, that's exactly why I like to have sex with men - I like fucking arses. Happy?"

Gideon burst out laughing; he should have known that would be his answer. He still didn't understand why Kingsley asked if he was angry in the first place. Next time, he'd just have to lie about the answer. Or beat his head against a brick wall - which might be a better option.

Privately thanking whatever deity might be listening that this wasn't long term - he would probably kill Kingsley if he had to tolerate that attitude forever - he turned the water back on. In the end, it didn't matter how he felt, Kingsley was Kingsley and wouldn't change for anyone. Besides, Gideon knew damn well that he could find what he wanted elsewhere. When he was ready to look.

"Okay, whatever. I'm taking a shower now, you're still welcome to join me if you want, your choice."

Having the distinct impression Gideon was laughing at him, but unable to figure out why, Kingsley considered for a moment to just say no, get dressed and go home. But he was dirty and the shower was inviting, so he stepped into the stall with Gideon. While Gideon used the soap, he lathered his head with shampoo, not speaking or looking directly at Gideon.

Washing in silence, he held the soap out to Kingsley, who reached for it, but Gideon changed his mind at the last moment and did a pirouette with his hand, indicating Kingsley should turn around. He put the soap directly on Kingsley's back and rubbed it, washing him and massaging him at the same time, down to his waist. Leaning closer, he wrapped his arms around Kingsley's torso and washed the front, again stopping at his waist.

Finally taking the bottle of shampoo from Kingsley, he handed him the soap and let him finish. Gideon wasn't in the mood to do the rest, and washed his own hair instead.

Kingsley huffed. Gideon was such a fucking tease! For a second, Kingsley thought about repaying him in kind. After all, two could play that game. Then he thought better of it, finished washing and stepped out of the shower, turning around and saying gaily, "I'm starving - going to cook breakfast, all right? What do you fancy?"

"Whatever you want to make is fine with me, thanks."

Gideon kept his back turned until Kingsley left the bathroom before quickly rinsing his hair and falling against the cold wall. He flinched, but ignored it in favor of wrapping his hands around his cock. Closing his eyes, he rubbed it, imagining Kingsley naked beneath him.

Kingsley pulled his trousers on and rummaged inside his backpack for a clean t-shirt, but decided against it. Mr. Prewett liked to tease, so he'd be teased, too.

Black jeans hanging low on his hips, he padded to the kitchen and started cooking a large breakfast of eggs, sausages, toast and tomatoes. He set the table carefully, making sure he didn't forget anything, and, pouring some of the freshly brewed coffee into a mug, sat down to wait for Gideon.

He thought about the conversation they just had and tried to find a reason why he hadn't just stormed out of the flat. He had been very clear with Gideon about his preference and, as far as he could remember, Gideon had said he'd just find a willing bottom somewhere else, whenever he wanted to top. Well, Kingsley certainly wouldn't be in his way - he didn't think he'd have any opportunity to see Gideon until at least the Christmas holidays, so Gideon could find as many bottoms as he wanted, he thought flippantly.

There was a nagging little voice in his head telling him that idea was not that great. He tried to push it away logically, but, since it persisted, he got up and turned the wireless on. A happy tune by the Hobgoblins filled the flat. Kingsley started dancing and forgot all about tops and bottoms.

Gideon threw on a pair of Muggle trousers, forgoing pants since he was in a hurry. The shower took longer than he thought and he didn't want to keep Kingsley waiting. Completely calm when he walked into the kitchen, Gideon looked up and down at Kingsley, "You look better than breakfast," he said loudly over the music.

Sauntering up to him, he wrapped his hands around Kingsley's naked torso and rubbed his stomach just above Kingsley's trousers, dancing behind him. Briefly kissing his shoulder, Gideon said, "I'm hungry, let's eat."

Kingsley leant back onto the embrace. It seemed that Gideon had got over his strop. Kingsley put both arms behind Gideon's back, pulling him closer to his body and kept on dancing, ignoring Gideon's words. He had cast a Warming Charm on the food, so it would be piping hot whenever they made it to the kitchen.

He had never had such a great dancing partner.

Kingsley apparently didn't want to eat, so Gideon began seriously moving in time to the music. He wasn't tired of dancing with Kingsley yet, somehow he thought he might never tire of it.

Settling into the music, leaning against Kingsley's back was the easiest thing to do. Sometime he led, but typically he let Kingsley set their pace and moved with him. His anger fading as the dancing intensified, Gideon let it all go, content.

"I'm going to miss this, you know?" Kingsley said, laying his head on Gideon's shoulder and kissing his earlobe. "I'll be dancing on my own at Hogwarts. Until Christmas."

"I'll hold you to the part about Christmas," Gideon said, wrapping his arms tighter and changing their speed as the song changed. "I… It's been a nice summer." He wanted to tell him to write him, or use the Floo if possible, but bit his tongue.

They continued to dance, wrapped in Gideon's arm, as the music played.