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At Last
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Pairing: Gideon Prewett and Kingsley Shacklebolt, 4ever!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Making up is so very hard to do.
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours. Although Lee started this as a birthday gift to Ceria. So the boys belong to JK and the fic to Ceria.
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note: I'm sick and Lee's really busy, so please tell us if you find anything lacking in our editing process.
Santini gave Kingsley a nudge and said, "Let's grab something to drink and sit near the lake." To the twins, who were chattering away while Kingsley just sat there, he said, "Kingsley and I need to talk. Man talk," he said pointedly, as they stood up, too.
The two girls sat down, sticking their tongues at their older cousin, but they wouldn't dare to disobey him and try to follow.
Kingsley apparently didn't either. He knew what the conversation would be about and, although it was something he didn't want to discuss, Santini had informed him they would discuss it during Easter break. So he filled a glass with cold lemonade and followed his cousin along the path that led to the lake.
Santini could be a bastard sometimes, Kingsley decided. He had to choose the lake. Just to remind Kingsley about the time he'd spent there with Gideon last summer.
"Do you want to sit here or go to the cave?"
"Fuck you, Santini," Kingsley answered angrily. He was never upset with Santini and even he was a bit surprised by his reaction. But Santini was smirking at him. "What?" Kingsley asked, annoyed.
"I don't know why you're so upset," Santini replied with mock innocence. "I just asked you if you want to sit in the cave because it's more…private."
"Listen, you don't fool me. I know very well why you suggested this fucking lake and even more - that fucking cave."
Santini laughed. "Fucking's the right word, for both."
Exasperated, Kingsley turned his back to him, starting on the path back to the pool. But Santini grabbed him by his arm.
"Let me go," Kingsley gritted his teeth.
"No, I won't. You're almost eighteen years old and it's high time you act your age. I hate to see you behaving like you have since Christmas." He looked straight at Kingsley, unwavering even under Kingsley's scowl. "Since you broke up with Gideon. With the bloke you still love."
"I DON'T LOVE HIM!" Kingsley shouted, then looked back at the pool to see if he'd been heard. He hadn't, and he wrenched his arm from Santini's grip and sat down on a stone by the lake.
Santini sat next to him. "Kingsley, you know I love you. You're my cousin, my little brother, my favourite member of the family. I'm not doing this because I want to torture you. I'm doing this because I want my cousin back, my happy cousin, the one who had fun with life. Not this mopey person who's watching his life go by being miserable."
"'M not miserable," Kingsley mumbled without much conviction.
"Yes, you are. You love - okay, okay, you like Gideon a lot, you and him also get along fabulously and you enjoy sex with him, yeah?"
"Well, we did. Not any more."
"But you would like to do it again, wouldn't you? Seriously, now."
Kingsley nodded. "But you know I can't, Santini. I promised Mum."
"She never asked you to do it, though. She only wanted you to tell your father. She doesn't have a problem with you being with a man - she has a problem with Uncle Mac not knowing. Aunt Maura is not happy seeing you like this either, Kingsley. This is just not working."
"What can I do?"
"You have to either try to get back with Gideon or snap out of it. I don't think you'll be able to do the second one."
"I can't talk to him!" Kingsley answered, scandalized.
"Why not?"
"I told him I wouldn't talk to him again. And he never looked for me."
"Do you really think he'd look for you if you told him you wouldn't see him again?"
Santini had a point. "But he may not want to talk to me even if I talk to him again."
"It's a possibility, but you don't know that, do you?"
"And if he doesn't want to talk to me?"
"Well, then your only option is to snap out of it. But at least you will have tried."
"I don't even know how to go about it."
"Go to his place, knock at the door and tell him you want to talk to him."
"And then, what will I say?"
"You'll know what to say. Your heart will direct you." Santini stood up and pulled Kingsley by his hand. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"As far as the family is concerned, you and I will be going to London, not sure when we'll be back. I will be going to London and will be at the Leaky Cauldron at ten. You will go to Gideon's flat. If things work out as expected, then you meet me tomorrow morning at the Cauldron and we'll go to your parents' house - you'll have something important to tell Uncle Mac then. If things don't turn out well, meet me at the Cauldron at ten and we'll do something."
"You want me to do it today?"
"Seize the day, Kingsley. The longer you wait, it's only another day without happiness. And life is too precious for that."
Mustering a courage that he didn't have, Kingsley nodded.
Thirty minutes later, he knocked at Gideon's door.
Not that he had any reason to know, but Hogwarts students had been home for two weeks now. As Gideon sat on his sofa, tired beyond the ability to sleep, his body worn out from just returning from another mission, he curled his feet up beneath him, buried beneath two blankets.
If Kingsley had been there, Gideon could have had a nice backrub… but that wasn't possible and Gideon berated himself for even thinking that.
Nothing but nothing could have improved his mood, proven again when he heard the knock on the flat's door. Whoever it was would mostly likely go away without any suggestion on his part. Scowling at the door as if it was the door's fault, Gideon laid his head back down when the damn person knocked again.
Furious now, Gideon stuck one arm out and picked up his wand, waving the door open with a whispered spell. Hell, it could have been any of the Lestranges at the door and Gideon wouldn't have cared, he was that tired.
Kingsley knocked once, a little shyly. Not receiving an answer, he tried again, deciding that, if there was no answer, he would just leave. Gideon wasn't home and it wasn't really Kingsley's fault, was it? Santini could not call him a coward if Gideon wasn't-
He froze when the door opened. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. That was very much unlike Gideon, to open a door so carelessly. Maybe it was someone else inside?
Or maybe Gideon was waiting for someone else?
Tentatively he peeked inside, discerning only a bundle on the sofa, from which a wand protruded, pointed at him.
When no one said anything, Gideon realized how stupid it was to use his wand to open the door. He did have Muggle neighbors and more than once the bird who lived on his floor had knocked on his door, asking to borrow something or another.
Hoping he wouldn't have to Obliviate someone for his own careless mistake, Gideon moved the blanket enough to see who was there, sure it would be that whisp of a girl again.
Maybe, he'd be lucky and it would be one of his Quidditch team, checking up on him…
Kingsley.
All right, he had to admit Shacklebolt was the last person he expected to see peaking around his door. Dropping his wand into his lap, Gideon didn't say anything; he just continued to stare at Kingsley, expression impassive. Then he closed his eyes once or twice, just to make sure it really was Kingsley's bald head poking around the door.
Still gripping his wand, Gideon watched him. Thinking back to recent, local news, Gideon was sure he didn't read about Mac dying, therefore he wasn't sure why he was seeing Kingsley at his door.
Maybe being this tired was a blessing in disguise, because he didn't feel any rush of emotion, either fury or disappointment at his appearance. However, Gideon had to admit he was curious about this.
He folded the blanket down and sat up straighter. Either Kingsley would come in or he wouldn't, it wasn't up to Gideon to decide.
Kingsley's heart gave a jolt when he saw Gideon and he cursed Santini mentally. He had no idea what to say and his heart was too busy pumping furiously to direct him.
Not really knowing what to say, he asked stupidly, "May I come in?"
He didn't let go of his wand, but he shifted it in his hand so it wasn't pointing at Kingsley, at least. Knowing it was asinine to not ask any question to verify it really was Kingsley, he flicked his fingers at him, silently inviting him inside.
Well. Gideon was pretty sure that Shacklebolt had sworn never to talk to him again, so he remained silent, curious how much of this promise he was going to break before he got scared and ran.
The question, of course, was why Kingsley wanted to come visit him in the first place, and Gideon half expected to see someone like Santini behind Kingsley, prodding him inside. When he shut the door and Gideon realized that Shacklebolt was alone, he raised one eyebrow, but still didn't speak.
Waving one hand, he motioned Kingsley to come in and sit in the chair, if he wanted to.
Kingsley sat stiffly at the edge of the chair. He was silent for a few minutes, waiting for Gideon to ask him what he wanted, or to send him away - anything. But Gideon kept quiet, too, and, once the silence became too heavy and unbearable, he opened his mouth at last. "Are you feeling all right?"
It was a stupid question, he knew, but Gideon was all bundled in blankets and it wasn't that cold. Actually, the mid-spring afternoon was downright balmy!
Could Gideon's world spin off its axis any more than today? He wasn't very sure. Not only was Kingsley sitting in his flat out of the blue, but he was suddenly concerned with his health?
"Just tired," Gideon said abruptly, too tired to know if he was worried or angry about this sudden appearance.
With a sigh, he finally let go of his wand and ran his hand through his hair. "Kingsley, what are you doing here?"
Well, it was a fair question, and one that Kingsley had rehearsed fully in the past thirty minutes or so. Yet, now that it was asked to his face, Kingsley didn't say any of the speeches he'd hastily prepared.
He looked away. "I…I wanted to talk to you."
"I thought you were not allowed to talk to me. No wait, that's not quite right. I thought you promised to never talk to me again."
"I did. But now I need to talk to you." This was not going that well, as far as Kingsley was concerned. Santini had made it sound much easier. "Just go there and your heart will direct you." What a bunch of rot. Kingsley's heart was not directing him to do anything. The damn thing was beating uncontrollably.
Gideon leaned over to pick up his glass of water off the table. He needed a moment to think. Taking a drink, he couldn't decide if he should kick Kingsley out, or even worse, call his home via the Floo and send him back. Or if he should listen. Granted, Kingsley wasn't one for groveling, and he was here, wanting to talk. Which was a surprise in itself.
What Gideon needed to decide was whether or not it was worth the time to listen. He already knew that if he wouldn't have been so damn tired, he would have never opened the door. However, Kingsley was here, he was here, and they both had the time.
But that didn't mean Gideon had to make it easy on him. "So talk to me then."
In his nervousness, Kingsley almost asked "About what?" But he recovered his wits before making a bigger fool of himself. He looked down at his hands, noticed they were trembling and fought the urge to sit on them to stop them from betraying him.
He chewed on his nail, decided it made him look even more nervous and said, "What I told you…over Christmas. I…I guess it was not right."
Oh, Gideon thought, this is going to be fucking rich. He was tempted to start laughing out loud at that very idea. It had taken Kingsley… how many months? Four or Five? To figure this out? He opened his mouth to tell Kingsley to shut the fuck up and get out, but instead, bit his tongue.
Maybe this would be worth listening to, just for curiousity's sake. Taking a deep breath, Gideon stilled himself and buried his anger, trying desperately to control the timbre of his voice.
"That's not something I thought to hear from you."
Kingsley had always been blunt, often berated for his absolutely lack of tact. But he was a frank person who couldn't tell a lie, so he answered truthfully. "Neither did I."
"So we've established that you decided you were not right. Fine. I still don't understand your reason to be here." Well, Gideon had some idea, but he didn't plan to make this easy. If Kingsley wanted to start this again, he'd have to prove it.
There was only one reason, obviously, so Kingsley said simply. "I...I want us to be friends again. That is," he rushed, "if you want to, of course."
"Kingsley, we're not allowed to be friends because of your promise to your mum. So why don't you try again?"
"Well, if you want to be friends again-" There was something he had to explain to Gideon. "I promised my mum that I would not...talk to you, unless I told my dad that I was...we were...you know." He swallowed hard. This was definitely much harder than he had thought. Why couldn't Gideon just read his mind and accept what he was thinking, but couldn't put to words?
"So, if you want to be friends again, I guess I have to tell my dad about it. That's all."
He hoped that was all. In all the anxiety about talking to Gideon, he hadn't given much thought yet about his father's reaction.
He'd imagined running into Kingsley more than one time. And each time he'd imagined it, there had been nothing but angry words between them. Even now, Gideon wasn't sure he wanted to try and work things out. In the end, it came down to certain things he wanted that Kingsley couldn't provide him.
As much as he would love to watch Kingsley grovel to his father, Gideon was pretty sure it wouldn't matter, because they wouldn’t stay together anyway. So in a way, he was doing Kingsley a favour, as well as himself. It was beyond time to move past this and get on with his life.
"No, Kingsley," Gideon said, and he almost felt bad for him when Kingsley whipped his head up to look at him. "It's not all right."
"I don't see any reason to out yourself - as wonderful an idea as that may be- unless we clarify some things first."
Kingsley panicked when Gideon said no. He asked, in a small voice. "Clarify what?"
"I want a definition for this friendship. I want to know what you want. Are we going to be buddies who go out to pubs together? Are we going to continue what we were doing? Is this going to be… to be an actual monogamous relationship? What? Because if you're coming here to tell me that nothing is changing, that you're still going to keep dating everyone and anyone you like, then I'm here to tell you not to bother talking to your father.
"Why would you out yourself if we most likely won't be… a couple anyway?"
So he stumbled over a couple of those phrases. That was to be expected. Right?
"I want you. Any way you want." Kingsley closed his eyes, having finally said what he came here to say. But he couldn't quite muster the courage to see Gideon's reaction.
And that made Gideon laugh out loud. "Shacklebolt, before you go making wide open statements like that, I suggest you ask exactly what it is I want. Because I'm pretty sure you'll change your mind if I tell you."
The laugh was very unexpected. It was not a laughing matter, as far as Kingsley was concerned. Gideon obviously didn't know how hard it was for Kingsley to come and grovel like that. He'd only done that because, in truth, Santini had made a very valid point. He'd been thinking about Gideon since Christmas, about what they had, and he knew he would like to have it again. He dreamt about having it again, only in his dreams it was Gideon who was asking him to get back together.
In his mind, there was a degree of doubt, though. Maybe Gideon didn't want him any more at all, and Santini had made it clear to Kingsley that he had to know if this was the case. If Gideon had moved on and would never be with Kingsley again, then those dreams would have to stop.
The sarcastic laugh, however, stroke a wrong chord and made him snap. He stood up. "Well, I'm glad I made you laugh. You can tell me what you want, although I imagine what you want is for me to get the hell out of here, yeah?"
Without replying, Gideon set the blankets aside. Sighing, he stood up and crossed the small space separating them. Taking Kingsley's face between his hands, he kissed him soundly on the lips.
Of all the things he'd expected, that was never factored in! Kingsley was momentarily surprised by the kiss, but the sheer feel of Gideon's lips on his brought back all the wonderful times they had done that.
He circled Gideon's waist with his hands and returned the kiss eagerly.
It would be so easy to fall back into their old pattern. Unfortunately, Gideon knew that couldn't happen. Even so, he couldn't resist pressing his hips forward and locking his hands behind Kingsley's neck. He'd missed this. Licking him, Gideon silently asked permission for entry.
Kingsley opened his mouth to the kiss. All the agony of the past months was gone and he thanked Santini mentally for having showed him that this was what he wanted.
His hands rubbed Gideon's back and he sneaked one of them under Gideon's shirt, touching his warm skin.
The touch on his skin made Gideon come to his senses quickly. Pulling his head away, he leaned his forehead against Kingsley's, whispering, "Is this what you want?" At Kingsley's nod, Gideon asked, "Are you sure about it?"
"Never been surer in my life," Kingsley answered truthfully. "And I was serious when I told you I want you, any way you want me." He grinned. "What did you have in mind? You never told me."
He was serious about that, was he? Gideon wondered if Kingsley realized what exactly those ideas entailed. He pushed him backwards, nominally toward his bedroom, but in reality, toward the wall. "What do I want?" Gideon asked, as he pushed him, "I want a partner who will act like a partner. I want someone who will let me rim him when I want to stick my tongue up his arse. I want to be able to put a finger inside you without you tensing up like some virgin. I want to be able to do anything to you, and in turn, you get to do anything back to me when you need it."
He heard Kingsley's head thud against the wall, but Gideon wasn't done. Putting his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, he held him there, his hips pushing forward as he talked.
"I want someone I can fuck when I want to top. I want someone I can trust with my life… and my heart. I want a damned relationship with you, and if you can't give me all of that, then I want you to get the fuck out of my flat."
Kingsley startled a little. Gideon's words gave him a jolt - maybe the man was a Legilimens, after all.
Because in Kingsley's dreams the past few months, he'd warmed considerably to the idea of a perfectly equal relationship with Gideon. Not that he'd read it as such until Santini had convinced him he had to make amends with Gideon. But his fantasies, when he jerked off at night, not only included him fucking Gideon, but also the other way around.
It had started slowly, with an acceptance of Gideon doing more to him than he'd ever allowed, and gradually built up to a very powerful orgasm caused by the thought of Gideon entering him for the first time.
Vaguely wondering if it'd hurt - it hadn't hurt at all in his fantasy - he answered simply, "So do I."
Blinking in surprise, Gideon didn't move or even speak. "Pardon me?" he asked. He was sure - very, very sure - the moment that he would mention such things to Kingsley that his Imp would bolt out the door and not come back.
"You did hear what I said, right?" Gideon asked, his cock already twitching at the idea that Kingsley said yes. But Gideon didn't believe in such complete turnarounds. He expected that Kingsley was playing with him.
"Yes, I did. You said you want a partner who's an equal to you. Who can top or bottom, depending on what both of us feel like at that time. Who wants to - who enjoys - being rimmed and touched. I want that, too." He smiled a little shyly. "I am still a virgin, so you have to be a little gentle in the beginning. But I'm all for it."
In fact, Kingsley knew that he would do whatever Gideon wanted. With him by his side, he'd even come out to his father.
"What happened to you these last couple months?" Gideon asked, so incredibly shocked he didn't even think about dragging Kingsley to his bedroom before he changed his mind.
However, he did release the pressure from Kingsleys' shoulders and relaxed, lacing his fingers behind Kingsley's neck as they stood there.
Kingsley had nothing to lose by being truthful, he decided. He wasn't a fool, and he'd noticed that Gideon was still as interested in him as he was. It was time to come clean with everything. "I was miserable. And I did a lot of thinking," he answered.
Damn if Kingsley wasn't surprising Gideon left and right. This was so shocking; he didn't even know what to say. Staring at him, glancing from one eye to the next, Gideon decided to test this revelation.
"How miserable?" he asked, leaning in to rub his cheek against Kingsley's.
"Horribly miserable, without you," Kingsley answered, finally realizing that Santini had been right all along - it was his heart speaking, the words he'd never be able to mouth before.
Instead of speaking, Gideon unlaced his fingers and rested them against the side of Kingsley's neck. Putting both thumbs on his underside of his jaw, he tipped Kingsley's head until he looked at him, and gently sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
He knew that nothing was quite solved, not until he actually witnessed Kingsley confronting his father, but it didn't matter to him right at that moment. In all honesty, he knew how hard it had to have been for Kingsley to even show up at his flat, and Gideon was glad he did. Hence the kiss, and his wordless way to tell him he was glad - very glad - to see him.
It was the old familiar feeling of being kissed - sucked, really - by Gideon; yet, it was different. It was more intense and, at the same time, more tender.
Not really wanting to analyze it right then, Kingsley just pressed his body closer to Gideon's, and let himself be kissed.
The desire was still there, but he felt different as well -- vulnerable. That alone made Gideon hesitate. He couldn't remember ever feeling exposed by a kiss. Slipping his tongue between Kingsley's lips, he began to explore, the tip roaming behind teeth, teasing Kingsley by touching his tongue and pulling away.
The heat was building beneath his fingertips and Gideon wasn't sure if it was his own skin or Kingsley's. He leaned closer, pressing hips against him, rubbing his hard cock against Kingsley's pelvis.
The feel of Gideon's hard cock was more than Kingsley could stand at that time, after so many months without. He broke the kiss momentarily, just to whisper in Gideon's mouth, "Let's go to your bedroom?" He had no doubts about what would happen that day, and he wanted his first time to be in a comfortable bed.
He almost asked if Kingsley was sure, but caught himself in time, biting his tongue to hold back the words. Kingsley was smart enough to figure out what staying meant. Nodding once, he stepped back, taking Kingsley by hand, and led him to his room.
Closing the door behind them, Gideon was glad the room was clean for once, with no clothes strewn across the floor as was his norm. Turning around, he stepped forward silently; putting his hands on Kingsley's waist, it was easy enough to untuck the shirt and tug it upwards.
It was very much unlike Kingsley to be so...passive, but he let Gideon take over control. He was sure he wanted this, but a small part of him was still a little afraid of what would happen.
All right: very afraid. It was one thing to fantasize about something, and quite another to actually do it.
But Gideon's lips were still the same tantalizing mix of soft and manly, and his hand knew exactly what to do to bring Kingsley to the point of not caring about fears.
Pulling Kingsley's shirt up, Gideon held it out of the way. He was sure that his Imp was nervous, but hiding it very well. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Gideon slowly undid the flies on the jeans. Before removing them, he leaned in, pressing soft kisses to Kingsley's stomach and along his waistline.
It was easy to wiggle the jeans off Kingsley's hips, with no surprise that he'd forgone pants as usual. Ever so slowly, Gideon pushed the jean down, his fingers caressing strong muscles along the way.
Ignoring Kingsley's obviously interested cock, Gideon continued to press kisses around the hairline.
Kingsley leaned his head back, touching the wall, and closed his eyes. His hands went automatically to Gideon's hair, and he threaded his fingers on it, remembering the silky feel of it.
He stepped out of the jeans, carefully so as not to disturb the kisses from Gideon.
Finally, Gideon turned his attention to his cock. He'd missed Kingsley and Gideon almost laughed to realize that he had to see Kingsley's cock to think that. He'd missed more, of course, but he refused to admit how much until he knew for sure that he could have everything he wanted.
Licking the vein once, slowly, he let his tongue run across the very tip and then he sat back, watching Kingsley.
"Lay down," he said softly, his voice deep, yearning to be able to kiss him again.
Kingsley bit his lips when Gideon licked him and, when Gideon told him to lay down, he didn't wait. He just pulled his shirt completely over his head - it had been all scrunched up somewhere on his chest - and, lying down, said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see you naked, too."
Standing back up, Gideon hurried to comply with that. Yet there was no way to ignore the fact he had to open a drawer and remove a small jar of lube. He just pretended to not see Kingsley's reaction to it. He untucked his own tee shirt, crossed his arms in front of him, and grabbed the edges. It was easy to wiggle out of his top. His jeans would be harder however. Grinning at his own stupid pun, he stood at the foot of the bed, between Kingsley's spread legs, and undid the button. Reaching inside, he held his cock against his skin and pushed them down with one hand. As soon as they were past his pelvic area, he quickly pushed them off and stepped out of them, climbing onto his bed to settle by Kingsley, stretched out along his side.
Staring at him, Gideon touched his face with two fingers, holding them still against his cheek. "Hello, Imp. It's nice to see you here."
Kingsley was now feeling very vulnerable and he desperately needed Gideon's touch. He leaned against the fingers on his face and answered, "I'm glad to be back here."
Then, feeling his courage falter, he said, "Kiss me, please."
"Always," Gideon said, leaning in to kiss him softly. This was so different than their usual rush of need. Tender had never seemed to work very well for them in the past but today… today was all about the future.
Or so Gideon hoped.
Sliding one hand beneath the curve of Kingsley's neck, Gideon let the other one roam his body, fingertips following each muscle. He stopped at Kingsley's chest, thumb and index finger fondling his nipple as Gideon sucked his tongue into his mouth.
Kingsley wrapped his legs around Gideon's hips. It was a novel feeling, but it felt good, this holding Gideon tight with his arms and legs.
His mouth was too busy reciprocating the kiss, but even so, Kingsley managed to moan when Gideon played with his nipple.
There wouldn't be any simple way to ease into what Gideon wanted to do, but he still took it slow, his fingers playing along Kingsley's skin, his hips thrusting forward, rubbing against his cock. How Gideon had missed this. And while he hadn't asked, he expected they had all the time they needed today for taking things slow and leisurely.
Sucking harder, he pushed his body forward until Kingsley was on his back and Gideon lying on top of him. He let go of Kingsley's soft lips to move down his body, scattering kisses, scratching his skin, lavishing attention all over him.
Kingsley hade never felt like this. Before, by now he'd be already inside whoever he was with at the time - even with Gideon, although it had been slower sometimes, there had never been this much sense of...being made love to.
He just tightened his legs around Gideon and let himself be pleasured. Normally a very loud person in bed, today he couldn't make any noise louder than a moan and a gasp.
The easiest thing to do… well, Gideon wasn't sure where to begin. He sat up, pushing on Kingsley's side until the Imp rolled over onto his stomach. Gideon lay back down, his cock nestled between Kingsley's thighs. Nipping again, he began to suck, leaving unnoticeable marks across that black skin.
Sucking, licking and biting, Gideon worked his way lower, paying special attention to the curve of Kingsley's buttocks. "Damn you have the finest arse I've seen," Gideon said. He couldn't help pushing his nose into the fleshy skin, burying his face in the round bottom, biting it, sucking on it.
He moved inward toward the crack of his arse, his hands kneading the flesh, unable to stop touching him.
Kingsley was enjoying the biting and sucking loudly and chuckled when Gideon complimented his arse. But when Gideon moved towards between his cheeks, his buttocks clenched involuntarily.
He knew he had to relax. He concentrated on the feel of Gideon's hands on his arse.
The only thing to do was ignore his reaction, so he did. Gideon knew he had to make a point of this or else things wouldn't change, although he did feel for Kingsley about it. He would have to go slowly and let Kingsley adjust to things as they went.
Staying where he was, Gideon kept nipping at him as he pushed Kingsley up onto his knees and reached between his legs to touch him.
Kingsley pressed his eyes shut when Gideon pushed him up on his knees, but gasped in pleasure when Gideon touched him. He did a little mental mantra of "Gideon wants this, I want this, too," to take his mind off what was going to happen.
Continuing to stroke him, Gideon slowly moved inward, anxious for more and curious to see if Kingsley would really do what he said he'd do. With each tug on Kingsley's cock, Gideon licked his soft skin, getting closer and closer.
His brain was a mushy mess, with all feeling gone south to his cock and the fact that it was Gideon again touching it the way he did, the way that made Kingsley go insane with lust. He could only moan louder and louder with each tug on his cock.
He liked nothing better than to hear Kingsley lose control. The past few months had been awful, and any man beneath him had done nothing for Gideon but provide a release. Holding one side of Kingsley's buttocks away, Gideon flicked his forefingers across the tip of Kingsley's cock a moment before he sunk his face between his cheeks, licking him from down from his hole to the back of his balls, then up again.
Kingsley gasped loudly and his body started twitching as Gideon licked him. It was a damn good sensation, he had to admit. And it was obvious his cock thought so, too, bobbing up and down.
Gideon could barely control himself, his need to bury his cock inside Kingsley was overwhelming. He tightened his grip around his Imp's cock, fingers moving faster as his tongue darted up and down, then finally, after another loud moan from Kingsley, pushed inside the ring of muscles.
Kingsley howled, his buttocks, instead of clenching, actually spreading out instinctively.
Encouraged, surprised even, by his reaction, Gideon nipped the surrounding flesh, wanting to leave marks all over Kingsley, then continued sliding his tongue in and out, pushing his face closer as he moved faster with both tongue and hand. He would have to stop soon or risk Kingsley coming way too soon.
As Gideon moved faster, Kingsley whimpered, his hips moving in tandem with Gideon's hand and tongue. He felt his orgasm approaching. After so long without Gideon, he had a lot of pent-up lust to let go.
Letting go, he pulled away, giving Kingsley a moment to catch his breath and calm down. He was sure Kingsley would kill him for that, but Gideon put both hands on one side of his hips and pulled, wanting Kingsley to roll over onto his back.
Kingsley knew what Gideon wanted, but there was that little bit of resistance on his part. For some reason, he didn't want to do it facing Gideon, which really surprised him. "No, like this," he volunteered in a small voice, knowing all the while that he'd end up doing whatever Gideon wanted.
"Just trust me for now," Gideon said softly, insisting with his hands that Kingsley roll over. He had something else in mind for the moment either way.
Kingsley turned over. In the new order of things, he trusted Gideon implicitly. As Gideon had said, with his heart and with his life.
While Kingsley did as told, Gideon swirled one finger inside the jar and set it aside. As soon as Kingsley was on his back, Gideon laid on top of him, keeping his one hand far away.
"Kiss me, will you?" he said softly.
Kingsley grabbed Gideon's head with both hands and pretty much devoured him. He'd always loved kissing in general, but had loved it even more when it involved kissing Gideon.
Damn, Gideon had missed this. He had easily managed to avoid kissing anyone lately, forgetting how Kingsley refused to let him do that. And his enthusiasm for it… within seconds, Gideon was whining and grinding his hips down, needing more friction.
Kingsley wrapped his legs around Gideon again, moving his hips harder against Gideon's. Just that wonderful friction would make him come, he was sure.
With a gasp, Gideon broke away from Kingsley, his lips already swollen and sore. Before Kingsley could complain, Gideon whispered, "Trust me." Shimmying down his body, Gideon skipped any more foreplay, ignoring those tempting nipples. He knew Kingsley was close and wanted to feel him come as soon as possible.
Without any warning, he sunk his lips over Kingsley's cock, sucking it in as deep as possible.
"Oh, fuck, Gideon!" Kingsley shouted, bucking his hips higher and further into Gideon's mouth.
As soon as he tilted his hips up, Gideon reached between his buttocks with one finger and slid it inside up to his knuckle. He didn't move it, waiting for Kingsley's reaction. Humming, he continued to bob up and down, sucking Kingsley.
Kingsley bit back a gasp of surprise when Gideon inserted his finger inside him in one movement. Damn, that was one little finger, and Kingsley was feeling the pressure inside. He clenched his buttocks around that finger, just imagining how Gideon's cock would fucking fit. There was no way this would be pleasurable, but a promise was a promise.
He waited a moment, letting Kingsley relax around him. The good thing was that it had shocked his Imp enough for him to forget about his immediate need for an orgasm. As he played, wrapping his tongue around the outside of Kingsley's cock, sliding it up and down, he pushed his finger further inside. Eventually it was in all the way and Gideon hoped he was distracting Kingsley enough.
As he turned his finger, looking for that one spot that would change any discomfort to pleasure, Gideon wrapped his mouth back round Kingsley's cock and sucked it deep inside.
Right then, Kingsley just wanted Gideon to do it and be done with. There was absolutely nothing enjoyable about having a finger inside one's body, although Gideon's mouth was definitely doing wicked and very nice things to Kingsley, almost making his forget the discomfort of the finger that was now twisting inside him-
And he yelled in surprise when said finger touched something - his prostate, he knew, but at that time the thing didn't even have a name. It was like a jolt of electricity coming deep from inside him, but, unlike electricity, it didn't hurt. Quite the opposite: it felt so good that it turned Kingsley into a puddle of goo.
If his mouth hadn't been so occupied, Gideon would have laughed at the way Kingsley reacted. Instead, he pulled his finger back a little, in time with his mouth, and then touched it again as he lowered his head.
Keeping his mouth busy, he pulled his finger back to the very edge and pushed a second one inside with it. Stretching a man was nothing like a woman and Gideon tried to remind himself to be patient, that it was Kingsley's first time for this, but damn if he didn't want to claim him in some way that would hurt.
His Imp wilted a little beneath the pressure of the second finger, but Gideon was patiently working them inside, stretching him.
Kingsley gritted his teeth - that fucking hurt! The two fingers were opening him up impossibly and he was smart enough to know that if he damn relaxed, it would be easier. But he couldn't relax with all that pressure inside him.
He breathed quickly, thinking there was still a thick cock to come!
But Gideon's fingers obviously knew what they were doing, because there was another touch on his prostate and Kingsley forgot about pain.
It was awkward to move, but Gideon let go of Kingsley's cock and slid his body around sideways, keeping his fingers as deep as possible. He kissed what skin he could as he got closer to Kingsley, wanting - needing - to kiss him.
Despite the discomfort, Kingsley moved his hips back and forth against Gideon's fingers. The more he did it, the more he got used to the stretching.
As soon as he could reach him, Gideon stretched his neck, kissing Kingsley's chin. He watched him for a moment before whispering, "I missed you."
Still moving his hips back and forth, feeling very much like a dog rutting, and not really caring, Kingsley gave Gideon a sloppy kiss. "Missed you, too."
He returned the kiss, moaning against Kingsley's mouth. He was so hard he was in pain and he couldn't tell what caused it - the idea of being inside Kingsley or the fact that he was back in Gideon's bed.
He had to end the kiss and remove his fingers to reposition himself and before Kingsley could protest, Gideon way laying on top of Kingsley's stomach, kissing him again. He would let his Imp turn over if he wanted to, but for the moment, Gideon needed to kiss him again.
Kingsley made a grimace when Gideon moved and dislodged his fingers. His arse was burning and now, without the fingers touching his prostate and making it better, he was not so fine. But, just the same way he felt before a hard test, he wanted it over with. It had to be done and why should they wait any longer?
He pushed Gideon slightly, still kissing him. Then, in one quick movement, he turned around on his fours. "Go ahead, Gideon. Now," he said.
Positive that Kingsley was at the edge of his tolerance, Gideon did as he asked, pushing himself up onto his knees. He took the little jar and slicked the tip of his cock, then dabbed some onto his finger, wiping it on Kingsley. Positioning himself, Gideon pushed through the stretched ring of muscles, gasping at the tight heat.
He wasn't able to remain quiet any longer and he dug his broken fingernails into Kingsley's sides, moaning wordlessly as he ever so slowly pushed in.
He reminded himself to wait, to be patient, but he felt like he was dying with need to feel more, to be all the way inside.
He was going to have to let Kingsley fuck him senseless to repay him for this.
Kingsley bit the pillow and crossed his eyes with the burning sensation of Gideon entering him. Fuck, that hurt like hell. He knew that Gideon was being as gentle as possible and it was probably very hard for him to control it. He appreciated it, he really did, but fuck, that burning sensation was killing him.
But he couldn't just leave Gideon hanging there, halfway inside him. He drew a deep breath and pushed his buttocks up, making Gideon enter him fully.
He bit the goddamned pillow again.
He knew the only way to make Kingsley feel better was to find his prostate as quickly as possible. When Kingsley pushed back, Gideon whined, unable to help it. Letting go of Kingsley's hips, Gideon spread his hands across the muscled back, massaging him.
"You feel so damn good, Imp," he said, his voice breaking with need. He held still as long as possible, trying to let him adjust, then began to slowly move again, looking for that spot, for anything to make Kingsley enjoy this and not hate it.
Kingsley knew it felt good - the arse was a wonderful thing, tight and yielding at the same time. He kept biting the pillow, thinking how wonderfully tight and hot and yielding to him Gideon's arse was.
And then Gideon started moving inside him - inside him! Fucking Merlin, he was not a frigging arse virgin any more! The thought and the movement did something to him. Or maybe it was the fact that Gideon's cock had just brushed against his prostate.
Kingsley abandoned all thoughts of hurt and burning sensations and bucked, wildly and sluttily, against Gideon, fucking himself on Gideon's cock. Gideon had found the exact angle that each thrust inside hit his prostate and the partial withdrawing was just long enough for his senses to go back to normal and then, again, that lovely electricity jolt.
"Oh God, Kingsley!" Gideon yelped when he started moving. It was one thing to take it and suffer, and totally another to participate. Panting, unable to help himself any longer, Gideon answered each push with a thrust of his own hips, his fingers dragging down Kingsley's back, leaving thin marks that Gideon possessively hoped would scar.
It was times like this that Gideon wished Kingsley had hair or something to pull. Leaning over a little, he put his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, using his hands and hips to pull him against him, slamming them together.
The mixture of sensations were doing their job. Kingsley knew with a certainty as sure as death that he would never bottom for any other bloke in his life. Absolutely nobody but Gideon would be able to put anything inside him.
But just the glory of hearing Gideon yelping made it all worth it. His normally quiet, controlled Gideon was losing it all, wasn't he?
Kingsley bucked harder and harder, lifting his knees off the mattress.
Sensation ran into more awareness. Kingsley had come back to him, and while Gideon had doubted his sincerity to talk to his father, he couldn't doubt the proof of this, that Kingsley had let him inside, someplace he swore no one would ever touch him.
Catching his breath, Gideon leaned over, slowing them down, needing to feel him. He let Kingsley hold their weight while he lay across his back. Wrapping his hands around Kingsley, he pressed one to his chest, rubbing his nipple while the other enfolded Kingsley's cock in his grip, pumping him.
"You are mine now, do you hear me?" Gideon said, sure he sounded more like he was snarling than talking, and bit his shoulder blade. "Mine. And no one else will touch you again. No. One."
Falling back onto his knees, Kingsley hissed when Gideon held his cock. Damn, that felt good. He was now doubly stimulated, both by the off and on touch of Gideon's cock on his prostate and by the friction on his cock.
He shivered with the words coming from Gideon. This was serious stuff. And completely true. Santini had only given him the push he needed to come back to Gideon. This was where he belonged, with Gideon. And he was his, no doubt about that - had been since the first day, long ago, on the Quidditch pitch, where he saw Gideon for the first time.
"Yours," he replied hoarsely. "Only yours. And you're mine."
"Then come for me," Gideon said, kissing his back to acknowledge what Kingsley said. He squeezed him harder, pumping him, running his thumb over the tip of Kingsley's cock. "Come for me, Imp, so I can as well."
Kingsley was all obedient that day. Upon hearing Gideon's words, he just let go. It wasn't hard - he'd been turned on from the moment he'd seen Gideon bundled up on the sofa, so now he just came, spilling on Gideon's hand and clenching his buttocks in the process.
For a change, he was quiet in his orgasm.
Gideon held him, gently caressing his cock with his fingers as Kingsley came all over him and the bed. As soon as he finished, Gideon, moaning, sat back on his knees, lifting his wet hand to his face, licking his fingers, as he pressed in and out quickly with Kingsley clenching him tight.
Seconds later he came as well, whispering Kingsley's name.
Kingsley smiled when he heard Gideon whispering his name. He let himself fall on the bed, on top of the mess he'd made. It was all right: two messy men meant a nice shower together later.
Gideon reached up with his dry hand, turning Kingsley's head until he could reach him. He pushed the wet fingers into Kingsley's mouth, and then quickly pulled them out, replacing fingers with his tongue, gently kissing him.
Kingsley wriggled and Gideon's cock slid out of him. It was still a little hard, and Kingsley thought he heard a soft "pop" sound when it finally came out.
"Roll over, Imp," he asked between kisses.
He lay facing Gideon, tried to put his leg over Gideon's body, but his arse burnt with the movement, so he stayed pretty quiet, on his side, but pulled Gideon closer for a deep kiss.
Gideon met him on his side, having forgotten that the first time he had bottomed he hurt as well. Kissing Kingsley was all he wanted to do at the moment anyway. Running his hands over his arms, Gideon couldn't stop touching him, saying with touches what he never said with words yet.
"I didn't believe you," Gideon admitted, "I didn't think you would do this, or that you really meant you'd tell Mac."
He kissed Kingsley's chin, "But you're serious, aren't you?"
Damn if he wasn't babbling like a schoolboy…
"I am." Kingsley let himself be kissed - it was a great feeling. "I'm supposed to meet Santini tomorrow morning at the Leaky Cauldron." He rubbed Gideon's nose. "Which means that I plan to spend the night here with you, Mr. Prewett." He leant over and kissed Gideon's nose. "The two of us doing unmentionable things the whole night long."
He sighed. "Then Santini and I will go to my house and I'll tell my dad that I...I'm in a gay relationship."
"I can't wait," Gideon said, his exhaustion forgotten. "It's been so long since I bottomed, and I want to feel you inside me."
Damn, he was beginning to think he had turned into a bird this afternoon. Oh well, it had to be okay to be soppy every once in a while.
His burning arse forgotten, Kingsley climbed on top of Gideon. "Oh, and you will feel me so deep inside you, my cock will come out through your mouth," he joked, kissing Gideon fully. He was dying to be inside Gideon, too. Had been dying to since that fateful day in December.
It seemed that all was right now. Well, almost. He still had to talk to his dad, which was something he wasn't too keen on. Actually, it was something he downright feared. But he knew it had to be done.
And it didn't have to happen until tomorrow. With that thought, he lay on top of Gideon, his head in the crook of his neck, more content than he'd ever been. Even with a burning arse.
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Pairing: Gideon Prewett and Kingsley Shacklebolt, 4ever!
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Making up is so very hard to do.
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours. Although Lee started this as a birthday gift to Ceria. So the boys belong to JK and the fic to Ceria.
The index of stories
note: I'm sick and Lee's really busy, so please tell us if you find anything lacking in our editing process.
Santini gave Kingsley a nudge and said, "Let's grab something to drink and sit near the lake." To the twins, who were chattering away while Kingsley just sat there, he said, "Kingsley and I need to talk. Man talk," he said pointedly, as they stood up, too.
The two girls sat down, sticking their tongues at their older cousin, but they wouldn't dare to disobey him and try to follow.
Kingsley apparently didn't either. He knew what the conversation would be about and, although it was something he didn't want to discuss, Santini had informed him they would discuss it during Easter break. So he filled a glass with cold lemonade and followed his cousin along the path that led to the lake.
Santini could be a bastard sometimes, Kingsley decided. He had to choose the lake. Just to remind Kingsley about the time he'd spent there with Gideon last summer.
"Do you want to sit here or go to the cave?"
"Fuck you, Santini," Kingsley answered angrily. He was never upset with Santini and even he was a bit surprised by his reaction. But Santini was smirking at him. "What?" Kingsley asked, annoyed.
"I don't know why you're so upset," Santini replied with mock innocence. "I just asked you if you want to sit in the cave because it's more…private."
"Listen, you don't fool me. I know very well why you suggested this fucking lake and even more - that fucking cave."
Santini laughed. "Fucking's the right word, for both."
Exasperated, Kingsley turned his back to him, starting on the path back to the pool. But Santini grabbed him by his arm.
"Let me go," Kingsley gritted his teeth.
"No, I won't. You're almost eighteen years old and it's high time you act your age. I hate to see you behaving like you have since Christmas." He looked straight at Kingsley, unwavering even under Kingsley's scowl. "Since you broke up with Gideon. With the bloke you still love."
"I DON'T LOVE HIM!" Kingsley shouted, then looked back at the pool to see if he'd been heard. He hadn't, and he wrenched his arm from Santini's grip and sat down on a stone by the lake.
Santini sat next to him. "Kingsley, you know I love you. You're my cousin, my little brother, my favourite member of the family. I'm not doing this because I want to torture you. I'm doing this because I want my cousin back, my happy cousin, the one who had fun with life. Not this mopey person who's watching his life go by being miserable."
"'M not miserable," Kingsley mumbled without much conviction.
"Yes, you are. You love - okay, okay, you like Gideon a lot, you and him also get along fabulously and you enjoy sex with him, yeah?"
"Well, we did. Not any more."
"But you would like to do it again, wouldn't you? Seriously, now."
Kingsley nodded. "But you know I can't, Santini. I promised Mum."
"She never asked you to do it, though. She only wanted you to tell your father. She doesn't have a problem with you being with a man - she has a problem with Uncle Mac not knowing. Aunt Maura is not happy seeing you like this either, Kingsley. This is just not working."
"What can I do?"
"You have to either try to get back with Gideon or snap out of it. I don't think you'll be able to do the second one."
"I can't talk to him!" Kingsley answered, scandalized.
"Why not?"
"I told him I wouldn't talk to him again. And he never looked for me."
"Do you really think he'd look for you if you told him you wouldn't see him again?"
Santini had a point. "But he may not want to talk to me even if I talk to him again."
"It's a possibility, but you don't know that, do you?"
"And if he doesn't want to talk to me?"
"Well, then your only option is to snap out of it. But at least you will have tried."
"I don't even know how to go about it."
"Go to his place, knock at the door and tell him you want to talk to him."
"And then, what will I say?"
"You'll know what to say. Your heart will direct you." Santini stood up and pulled Kingsley by his hand. "Let's go."
"Where?"
"As far as the family is concerned, you and I will be going to London, not sure when we'll be back. I will be going to London and will be at the Leaky Cauldron at ten. You will go to Gideon's flat. If things work out as expected, then you meet me tomorrow morning at the Cauldron and we'll go to your parents' house - you'll have something important to tell Uncle Mac then. If things don't turn out well, meet me at the Cauldron at ten and we'll do something."
"You want me to do it today?"
"Seize the day, Kingsley. The longer you wait, it's only another day without happiness. And life is too precious for that."
Mustering a courage that he didn't have, Kingsley nodded.
Thirty minutes later, he knocked at Gideon's door.
Not that he had any reason to know, but Hogwarts students had been home for two weeks now. As Gideon sat on his sofa, tired beyond the ability to sleep, his body worn out from just returning from another mission, he curled his feet up beneath him, buried beneath two blankets.
If Kingsley had been there, Gideon could have had a nice backrub… but that wasn't possible and Gideon berated himself for even thinking that.
Nothing but nothing could have improved his mood, proven again when he heard the knock on the flat's door. Whoever it was would mostly likely go away without any suggestion on his part. Scowling at the door as if it was the door's fault, Gideon laid his head back down when the damn person knocked again.
Furious now, Gideon stuck one arm out and picked up his wand, waving the door open with a whispered spell. Hell, it could have been any of the Lestranges at the door and Gideon wouldn't have cared, he was that tired.
Kingsley knocked once, a little shyly. Not receiving an answer, he tried again, deciding that, if there was no answer, he would just leave. Gideon wasn't home and it wasn't really Kingsley's fault, was it? Santini could not call him a coward if Gideon wasn't-
He froze when the door opened. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. That was very much unlike Gideon, to open a door so carelessly. Maybe it was someone else inside?
Or maybe Gideon was waiting for someone else?
Tentatively he peeked inside, discerning only a bundle on the sofa, from which a wand protruded, pointed at him.
When no one said anything, Gideon realized how stupid it was to use his wand to open the door. He did have Muggle neighbors and more than once the bird who lived on his floor had knocked on his door, asking to borrow something or another.
Hoping he wouldn't have to Obliviate someone for his own careless mistake, Gideon moved the blanket enough to see who was there, sure it would be that whisp of a girl again.
Maybe, he'd be lucky and it would be one of his Quidditch team, checking up on him…
Kingsley.
All right, he had to admit Shacklebolt was the last person he expected to see peaking around his door. Dropping his wand into his lap, Gideon didn't say anything; he just continued to stare at Kingsley, expression impassive. Then he closed his eyes once or twice, just to make sure it really was Kingsley's bald head poking around the door.
Still gripping his wand, Gideon watched him. Thinking back to recent, local news, Gideon was sure he didn't read about Mac dying, therefore he wasn't sure why he was seeing Kingsley at his door.
Maybe being this tired was a blessing in disguise, because he didn't feel any rush of emotion, either fury or disappointment at his appearance. However, Gideon had to admit he was curious about this.
He folded the blanket down and sat up straighter. Either Kingsley would come in or he wouldn't, it wasn't up to Gideon to decide.
Kingsley's heart gave a jolt when he saw Gideon and he cursed Santini mentally. He had no idea what to say and his heart was too busy pumping furiously to direct him.
Not really knowing what to say, he asked stupidly, "May I come in?"
He didn't let go of his wand, but he shifted it in his hand so it wasn't pointing at Kingsley, at least. Knowing it was asinine to not ask any question to verify it really was Kingsley, he flicked his fingers at him, silently inviting him inside.
Well. Gideon was pretty sure that Shacklebolt had sworn never to talk to him again, so he remained silent, curious how much of this promise he was going to break before he got scared and ran.
The question, of course, was why Kingsley wanted to come visit him in the first place, and Gideon half expected to see someone like Santini behind Kingsley, prodding him inside. When he shut the door and Gideon realized that Shacklebolt was alone, he raised one eyebrow, but still didn't speak.
Waving one hand, he motioned Kingsley to come in and sit in the chair, if he wanted to.
Kingsley sat stiffly at the edge of the chair. He was silent for a few minutes, waiting for Gideon to ask him what he wanted, or to send him away - anything. But Gideon kept quiet, too, and, once the silence became too heavy and unbearable, he opened his mouth at last. "Are you feeling all right?"
It was a stupid question, he knew, but Gideon was all bundled in blankets and it wasn't that cold. Actually, the mid-spring afternoon was downright balmy!
Could Gideon's world spin off its axis any more than today? He wasn't very sure. Not only was Kingsley sitting in his flat out of the blue, but he was suddenly concerned with his health?
"Just tired," Gideon said abruptly, too tired to know if he was worried or angry about this sudden appearance.
With a sigh, he finally let go of his wand and ran his hand through his hair. "Kingsley, what are you doing here?"
Well, it was a fair question, and one that Kingsley had rehearsed fully in the past thirty minutes or so. Yet, now that it was asked to his face, Kingsley didn't say any of the speeches he'd hastily prepared.
He looked away. "I…I wanted to talk to you."
"I thought you were not allowed to talk to me. No wait, that's not quite right. I thought you promised to never talk to me again."
"I did. But now I need to talk to you." This was not going that well, as far as Kingsley was concerned. Santini had made it sound much easier. "Just go there and your heart will direct you." What a bunch of rot. Kingsley's heart was not directing him to do anything. The damn thing was beating uncontrollably.
Gideon leaned over to pick up his glass of water off the table. He needed a moment to think. Taking a drink, he couldn't decide if he should kick Kingsley out, or even worse, call his home via the Floo and send him back. Or if he should listen. Granted, Kingsley wasn't one for groveling, and he was here, wanting to talk. Which was a surprise in itself.
What Gideon needed to decide was whether or not it was worth the time to listen. He already knew that if he wouldn't have been so damn tired, he would have never opened the door. However, Kingsley was here, he was here, and they both had the time.
But that didn't mean Gideon had to make it easy on him. "So talk to me then."
In his nervousness, Kingsley almost asked "About what?" But he recovered his wits before making a bigger fool of himself. He looked down at his hands, noticed they were trembling and fought the urge to sit on them to stop them from betraying him.
He chewed on his nail, decided it made him look even more nervous and said, "What I told you…over Christmas. I…I guess it was not right."
Oh, Gideon thought, this is going to be fucking rich. He was tempted to start laughing out loud at that very idea. It had taken Kingsley… how many months? Four or Five? To figure this out? He opened his mouth to tell Kingsley to shut the fuck up and get out, but instead, bit his tongue.
Maybe this would be worth listening to, just for curiousity's sake. Taking a deep breath, Gideon stilled himself and buried his anger, trying desperately to control the timbre of his voice.
"That's not something I thought to hear from you."
Kingsley had always been blunt, often berated for his absolutely lack of tact. But he was a frank person who couldn't tell a lie, so he answered truthfully. "Neither did I."
"So we've established that you decided you were not right. Fine. I still don't understand your reason to be here." Well, Gideon had some idea, but he didn't plan to make this easy. If Kingsley wanted to start this again, he'd have to prove it.
There was only one reason, obviously, so Kingsley said simply. "I...I want us to be friends again. That is," he rushed, "if you want to, of course."
"Kingsley, we're not allowed to be friends because of your promise to your mum. So why don't you try again?"
"Well, if you want to be friends again-" There was something he had to explain to Gideon. "I promised my mum that I would not...talk to you, unless I told my dad that I was...we were...you know." He swallowed hard. This was definitely much harder than he had thought. Why couldn't Gideon just read his mind and accept what he was thinking, but couldn't put to words?
"So, if you want to be friends again, I guess I have to tell my dad about it. That's all."
He hoped that was all. In all the anxiety about talking to Gideon, he hadn't given much thought yet about his father's reaction.
He'd imagined running into Kingsley more than one time. And each time he'd imagined it, there had been nothing but angry words between them. Even now, Gideon wasn't sure he wanted to try and work things out. In the end, it came down to certain things he wanted that Kingsley couldn't provide him.
As much as he would love to watch Kingsley grovel to his father, Gideon was pretty sure it wouldn't matter, because they wouldn’t stay together anyway. So in a way, he was doing Kingsley a favour, as well as himself. It was beyond time to move past this and get on with his life.
"No, Kingsley," Gideon said, and he almost felt bad for him when Kingsley whipped his head up to look at him. "It's not all right."
"I don't see any reason to out yourself - as wonderful an idea as that may be- unless we clarify some things first."
Kingsley panicked when Gideon said no. He asked, in a small voice. "Clarify what?"
"I want a definition for this friendship. I want to know what you want. Are we going to be buddies who go out to pubs together? Are we going to continue what we were doing? Is this going to be… to be an actual monogamous relationship? What? Because if you're coming here to tell me that nothing is changing, that you're still going to keep dating everyone and anyone you like, then I'm here to tell you not to bother talking to your father.
"Why would you out yourself if we most likely won't be… a couple anyway?"
So he stumbled over a couple of those phrases. That was to be expected. Right?
"I want you. Any way you want." Kingsley closed his eyes, having finally said what he came here to say. But he couldn't quite muster the courage to see Gideon's reaction.
And that made Gideon laugh out loud. "Shacklebolt, before you go making wide open statements like that, I suggest you ask exactly what it is I want. Because I'm pretty sure you'll change your mind if I tell you."
The laugh was very unexpected. It was not a laughing matter, as far as Kingsley was concerned. Gideon obviously didn't know how hard it was for Kingsley to come and grovel like that. He'd only done that because, in truth, Santini had made a very valid point. He'd been thinking about Gideon since Christmas, about what they had, and he knew he would like to have it again. He dreamt about having it again, only in his dreams it was Gideon who was asking him to get back together.
In his mind, there was a degree of doubt, though. Maybe Gideon didn't want him any more at all, and Santini had made it clear to Kingsley that he had to know if this was the case. If Gideon had moved on and would never be with Kingsley again, then those dreams would have to stop.
The sarcastic laugh, however, stroke a wrong chord and made him snap. He stood up. "Well, I'm glad I made you laugh. You can tell me what you want, although I imagine what you want is for me to get the hell out of here, yeah?"
Without replying, Gideon set the blankets aside. Sighing, he stood up and crossed the small space separating them. Taking Kingsley's face between his hands, he kissed him soundly on the lips.
Of all the things he'd expected, that was never factored in! Kingsley was momentarily surprised by the kiss, but the sheer feel of Gideon's lips on his brought back all the wonderful times they had done that.
He circled Gideon's waist with his hands and returned the kiss eagerly.
It would be so easy to fall back into their old pattern. Unfortunately, Gideon knew that couldn't happen. Even so, he couldn't resist pressing his hips forward and locking his hands behind Kingsley's neck. He'd missed this. Licking him, Gideon silently asked permission for entry.
Kingsley opened his mouth to the kiss. All the agony of the past months was gone and he thanked Santini mentally for having showed him that this was what he wanted.
His hands rubbed Gideon's back and he sneaked one of them under Gideon's shirt, touching his warm skin.
The touch on his skin made Gideon come to his senses quickly. Pulling his head away, he leaned his forehead against Kingsley's, whispering, "Is this what you want?" At Kingsley's nod, Gideon asked, "Are you sure about it?"
"Never been surer in my life," Kingsley answered truthfully. "And I was serious when I told you I want you, any way you want me." He grinned. "What did you have in mind? You never told me."
He was serious about that, was he? Gideon wondered if Kingsley realized what exactly those ideas entailed. He pushed him backwards, nominally toward his bedroom, but in reality, toward the wall. "What do I want?" Gideon asked, as he pushed him, "I want a partner who will act like a partner. I want someone who will let me rim him when I want to stick my tongue up his arse. I want to be able to put a finger inside you without you tensing up like some virgin. I want to be able to do anything to you, and in turn, you get to do anything back to me when you need it."
He heard Kingsley's head thud against the wall, but Gideon wasn't done. Putting his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, he held him there, his hips pushing forward as he talked.
"I want someone I can fuck when I want to top. I want someone I can trust with my life… and my heart. I want a damned relationship with you, and if you can't give me all of that, then I want you to get the fuck out of my flat."
Kingsley startled a little. Gideon's words gave him a jolt - maybe the man was a Legilimens, after all.
Because in Kingsley's dreams the past few months, he'd warmed considerably to the idea of a perfectly equal relationship with Gideon. Not that he'd read it as such until Santini had convinced him he had to make amends with Gideon. But his fantasies, when he jerked off at night, not only included him fucking Gideon, but also the other way around.
It had started slowly, with an acceptance of Gideon doing more to him than he'd ever allowed, and gradually built up to a very powerful orgasm caused by the thought of Gideon entering him for the first time.
Vaguely wondering if it'd hurt - it hadn't hurt at all in his fantasy - he answered simply, "So do I."
Blinking in surprise, Gideon didn't move or even speak. "Pardon me?" he asked. He was sure - very, very sure - the moment that he would mention such things to Kingsley that his Imp would bolt out the door and not come back.
"You did hear what I said, right?" Gideon asked, his cock already twitching at the idea that Kingsley said yes. But Gideon didn't believe in such complete turnarounds. He expected that Kingsley was playing with him.
"Yes, I did. You said you want a partner who's an equal to you. Who can top or bottom, depending on what both of us feel like at that time. Who wants to - who enjoys - being rimmed and touched. I want that, too." He smiled a little shyly. "I am still a virgin, so you have to be a little gentle in the beginning. But I'm all for it."
In fact, Kingsley knew that he would do whatever Gideon wanted. With him by his side, he'd even come out to his father.
"What happened to you these last couple months?" Gideon asked, so incredibly shocked he didn't even think about dragging Kingsley to his bedroom before he changed his mind.
However, he did release the pressure from Kingsleys' shoulders and relaxed, lacing his fingers behind Kingsley's neck as they stood there.
Kingsley had nothing to lose by being truthful, he decided. He wasn't a fool, and he'd noticed that Gideon was still as interested in him as he was. It was time to come clean with everything. "I was miserable. And I did a lot of thinking," he answered.
Damn if Kingsley wasn't surprising Gideon left and right. This was so shocking; he didn't even know what to say. Staring at him, glancing from one eye to the next, Gideon decided to test this revelation.
"How miserable?" he asked, leaning in to rub his cheek against Kingsley's.
"Horribly miserable, without you," Kingsley answered, finally realizing that Santini had been right all along - it was his heart speaking, the words he'd never be able to mouth before.
Instead of speaking, Gideon unlaced his fingers and rested them against the side of Kingsley's neck. Putting both thumbs on his underside of his jaw, he tipped Kingsley's head until he looked at him, and gently sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
He knew that nothing was quite solved, not until he actually witnessed Kingsley confronting his father, but it didn't matter to him right at that moment. In all honesty, he knew how hard it had to have been for Kingsley to even show up at his flat, and Gideon was glad he did. Hence the kiss, and his wordless way to tell him he was glad - very glad - to see him.
It was the old familiar feeling of being kissed - sucked, really - by Gideon; yet, it was different. It was more intense and, at the same time, more tender.
Not really wanting to analyze it right then, Kingsley just pressed his body closer to Gideon's, and let himself be kissed.
The desire was still there, but he felt different as well -- vulnerable. That alone made Gideon hesitate. He couldn't remember ever feeling exposed by a kiss. Slipping his tongue between Kingsley's lips, he began to explore, the tip roaming behind teeth, teasing Kingsley by touching his tongue and pulling away.
The heat was building beneath his fingertips and Gideon wasn't sure if it was his own skin or Kingsley's. He leaned closer, pressing hips against him, rubbing his hard cock against Kingsley's pelvis.
The feel of Gideon's hard cock was more than Kingsley could stand at that time, after so many months without. He broke the kiss momentarily, just to whisper in Gideon's mouth, "Let's go to your bedroom?" He had no doubts about what would happen that day, and he wanted his first time to be in a comfortable bed.
He almost asked if Kingsley was sure, but caught himself in time, biting his tongue to hold back the words. Kingsley was smart enough to figure out what staying meant. Nodding once, he stepped back, taking Kingsley by hand, and led him to his room.
Closing the door behind them, Gideon was glad the room was clean for once, with no clothes strewn across the floor as was his norm. Turning around, he stepped forward silently; putting his hands on Kingsley's waist, it was easy enough to untuck the shirt and tug it upwards.
It was very much unlike Kingsley to be so...passive, but he let Gideon take over control. He was sure he wanted this, but a small part of him was still a little afraid of what would happen.
All right: very afraid. It was one thing to fantasize about something, and quite another to actually do it.
But Gideon's lips were still the same tantalizing mix of soft and manly, and his hand knew exactly what to do to bring Kingsley to the point of not caring about fears.
Pulling Kingsley's shirt up, Gideon held it out of the way. He was sure that his Imp was nervous, but hiding it very well. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, Gideon slowly undid the flies on the jeans. Before removing them, he leaned in, pressing soft kisses to Kingsley's stomach and along his waistline.
It was easy to wiggle the jeans off Kingsley's hips, with no surprise that he'd forgone pants as usual. Ever so slowly, Gideon pushed the jean down, his fingers caressing strong muscles along the way.
Ignoring Kingsley's obviously interested cock, Gideon continued to press kisses around the hairline.
Kingsley leaned his head back, touching the wall, and closed his eyes. His hands went automatically to Gideon's hair, and he threaded his fingers on it, remembering the silky feel of it.
He stepped out of the jeans, carefully so as not to disturb the kisses from Gideon.
Finally, Gideon turned his attention to his cock. He'd missed Kingsley and Gideon almost laughed to realize that he had to see Kingsley's cock to think that. He'd missed more, of course, but he refused to admit how much until he knew for sure that he could have everything he wanted.
Licking the vein once, slowly, he let his tongue run across the very tip and then he sat back, watching Kingsley.
"Lay down," he said softly, his voice deep, yearning to be able to kiss him again.
Kingsley bit his lips when Gideon licked him and, when Gideon told him to lay down, he didn't wait. He just pulled his shirt completely over his head - it had been all scrunched up somewhere on his chest - and, lying down, said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see you naked, too."
Standing back up, Gideon hurried to comply with that. Yet there was no way to ignore the fact he had to open a drawer and remove a small jar of lube. He just pretended to not see Kingsley's reaction to it. He untucked his own tee shirt, crossed his arms in front of him, and grabbed the edges. It was easy to wiggle out of his top. His jeans would be harder however. Grinning at his own stupid pun, he stood at the foot of the bed, between Kingsley's spread legs, and undid the button. Reaching inside, he held his cock against his skin and pushed them down with one hand. As soon as they were past his pelvic area, he quickly pushed them off and stepped out of them, climbing onto his bed to settle by Kingsley, stretched out along his side.
Staring at him, Gideon touched his face with two fingers, holding them still against his cheek. "Hello, Imp. It's nice to see you here."
Kingsley was now feeling very vulnerable and he desperately needed Gideon's touch. He leaned against the fingers on his face and answered, "I'm glad to be back here."
Then, feeling his courage falter, he said, "Kiss me, please."
"Always," Gideon said, leaning in to kiss him softly. This was so different than their usual rush of need. Tender had never seemed to work very well for them in the past but today… today was all about the future.
Or so Gideon hoped.
Sliding one hand beneath the curve of Kingsley's neck, Gideon let the other one roam his body, fingertips following each muscle. He stopped at Kingsley's chest, thumb and index finger fondling his nipple as Gideon sucked his tongue into his mouth.
Kingsley wrapped his legs around Gideon's hips. It was a novel feeling, but it felt good, this holding Gideon tight with his arms and legs.
His mouth was too busy reciprocating the kiss, but even so, Kingsley managed to moan when Gideon played with his nipple.
There wouldn't be any simple way to ease into what Gideon wanted to do, but he still took it slow, his fingers playing along Kingsley's skin, his hips thrusting forward, rubbing against his cock. How Gideon had missed this. And while he hadn't asked, he expected they had all the time they needed today for taking things slow and leisurely.
Sucking harder, he pushed his body forward until Kingsley was on his back and Gideon lying on top of him. He let go of Kingsley's soft lips to move down his body, scattering kisses, scratching his skin, lavishing attention all over him.
Kingsley hade never felt like this. Before, by now he'd be already inside whoever he was with at the time - even with Gideon, although it had been slower sometimes, there had never been this much sense of...being made love to.
He just tightened his legs around Gideon and let himself be pleasured. Normally a very loud person in bed, today he couldn't make any noise louder than a moan and a gasp.
The easiest thing to do… well, Gideon wasn't sure where to begin. He sat up, pushing on Kingsley's side until the Imp rolled over onto his stomach. Gideon lay back down, his cock nestled between Kingsley's thighs. Nipping again, he began to suck, leaving unnoticeable marks across that black skin.
Sucking, licking and biting, Gideon worked his way lower, paying special attention to the curve of Kingsley's buttocks. "Damn you have the finest arse I've seen," Gideon said. He couldn't help pushing his nose into the fleshy skin, burying his face in the round bottom, biting it, sucking on it.
He moved inward toward the crack of his arse, his hands kneading the flesh, unable to stop touching him.
Kingsley was enjoying the biting and sucking loudly and chuckled when Gideon complimented his arse. But when Gideon moved towards between his cheeks, his buttocks clenched involuntarily.
He knew he had to relax. He concentrated on the feel of Gideon's hands on his arse.
The only thing to do was ignore his reaction, so he did. Gideon knew he had to make a point of this or else things wouldn't change, although he did feel for Kingsley about it. He would have to go slowly and let Kingsley adjust to things as they went.
Staying where he was, Gideon kept nipping at him as he pushed Kingsley up onto his knees and reached between his legs to touch him.
Kingsley pressed his eyes shut when Gideon pushed him up on his knees, but gasped in pleasure when Gideon touched him. He did a little mental mantra of "Gideon wants this, I want this, too," to take his mind off what was going to happen.
Continuing to stroke him, Gideon slowly moved inward, anxious for more and curious to see if Kingsley would really do what he said he'd do. With each tug on Kingsley's cock, Gideon licked his soft skin, getting closer and closer.
His brain was a mushy mess, with all feeling gone south to his cock and the fact that it was Gideon again touching it the way he did, the way that made Kingsley go insane with lust. He could only moan louder and louder with each tug on his cock.
He liked nothing better than to hear Kingsley lose control. The past few months had been awful, and any man beneath him had done nothing for Gideon but provide a release. Holding one side of Kingsley's buttocks away, Gideon flicked his forefingers across the tip of Kingsley's cock a moment before he sunk his face between his cheeks, licking him from down from his hole to the back of his balls, then up again.
Kingsley gasped loudly and his body started twitching as Gideon licked him. It was a damn good sensation, he had to admit. And it was obvious his cock thought so, too, bobbing up and down.
Gideon could barely control himself, his need to bury his cock inside Kingsley was overwhelming. He tightened his grip around his Imp's cock, fingers moving faster as his tongue darted up and down, then finally, after another loud moan from Kingsley, pushed inside the ring of muscles.
Kingsley howled, his buttocks, instead of clenching, actually spreading out instinctively.
Encouraged, surprised even, by his reaction, Gideon nipped the surrounding flesh, wanting to leave marks all over Kingsley, then continued sliding his tongue in and out, pushing his face closer as he moved faster with both tongue and hand. He would have to stop soon or risk Kingsley coming way too soon.
As Gideon moved faster, Kingsley whimpered, his hips moving in tandem with Gideon's hand and tongue. He felt his orgasm approaching. After so long without Gideon, he had a lot of pent-up lust to let go.
Letting go, he pulled away, giving Kingsley a moment to catch his breath and calm down. He was sure Kingsley would kill him for that, but Gideon put both hands on one side of his hips and pulled, wanting Kingsley to roll over onto his back.
Kingsley knew what Gideon wanted, but there was that little bit of resistance on his part. For some reason, he didn't want to do it facing Gideon, which really surprised him. "No, like this," he volunteered in a small voice, knowing all the while that he'd end up doing whatever Gideon wanted.
"Just trust me for now," Gideon said softly, insisting with his hands that Kingsley roll over. He had something else in mind for the moment either way.
Kingsley turned over. In the new order of things, he trusted Gideon implicitly. As Gideon had said, with his heart and with his life.
While Kingsley did as told, Gideon swirled one finger inside the jar and set it aside. As soon as Kingsley was on his back, Gideon laid on top of him, keeping his one hand far away.
"Kiss me, will you?" he said softly.
Kingsley grabbed Gideon's head with both hands and pretty much devoured him. He'd always loved kissing in general, but had loved it even more when it involved kissing Gideon.
Damn, Gideon had missed this. He had easily managed to avoid kissing anyone lately, forgetting how Kingsley refused to let him do that. And his enthusiasm for it… within seconds, Gideon was whining and grinding his hips down, needing more friction.
Kingsley wrapped his legs around Gideon again, moving his hips harder against Gideon's. Just that wonderful friction would make him come, he was sure.
With a gasp, Gideon broke away from Kingsley, his lips already swollen and sore. Before Kingsley could complain, Gideon whispered, "Trust me." Shimmying down his body, Gideon skipped any more foreplay, ignoring those tempting nipples. He knew Kingsley was close and wanted to feel him come as soon as possible.
Without any warning, he sunk his lips over Kingsley's cock, sucking it in as deep as possible.
"Oh, fuck, Gideon!" Kingsley shouted, bucking his hips higher and further into Gideon's mouth.
As soon as he tilted his hips up, Gideon reached between his buttocks with one finger and slid it inside up to his knuckle. He didn't move it, waiting for Kingsley's reaction. Humming, he continued to bob up and down, sucking Kingsley.
Kingsley bit back a gasp of surprise when Gideon inserted his finger inside him in one movement. Damn, that was one little finger, and Kingsley was feeling the pressure inside. He clenched his buttocks around that finger, just imagining how Gideon's cock would fucking fit. There was no way this would be pleasurable, but a promise was a promise.
He waited a moment, letting Kingsley relax around him. The good thing was that it had shocked his Imp enough for him to forget about his immediate need for an orgasm. As he played, wrapping his tongue around the outside of Kingsley's cock, sliding it up and down, he pushed his finger further inside. Eventually it was in all the way and Gideon hoped he was distracting Kingsley enough.
As he turned his finger, looking for that one spot that would change any discomfort to pleasure, Gideon wrapped his mouth back round Kingsley's cock and sucked it deep inside.
Right then, Kingsley just wanted Gideon to do it and be done with. There was absolutely nothing enjoyable about having a finger inside one's body, although Gideon's mouth was definitely doing wicked and very nice things to Kingsley, almost making his forget the discomfort of the finger that was now twisting inside him-
And he yelled in surprise when said finger touched something - his prostate, he knew, but at that time the thing didn't even have a name. It was like a jolt of electricity coming deep from inside him, but, unlike electricity, it didn't hurt. Quite the opposite: it felt so good that it turned Kingsley into a puddle of goo.
If his mouth hadn't been so occupied, Gideon would have laughed at the way Kingsley reacted. Instead, he pulled his finger back a little, in time with his mouth, and then touched it again as he lowered his head.
Keeping his mouth busy, he pulled his finger back to the very edge and pushed a second one inside with it. Stretching a man was nothing like a woman and Gideon tried to remind himself to be patient, that it was Kingsley's first time for this, but damn if he didn't want to claim him in some way that would hurt.
His Imp wilted a little beneath the pressure of the second finger, but Gideon was patiently working them inside, stretching him.
Kingsley gritted his teeth - that fucking hurt! The two fingers were opening him up impossibly and he was smart enough to know that if he damn relaxed, it would be easier. But he couldn't relax with all that pressure inside him.
He breathed quickly, thinking there was still a thick cock to come!
But Gideon's fingers obviously knew what they were doing, because there was another touch on his prostate and Kingsley forgot about pain.
It was awkward to move, but Gideon let go of Kingsley's cock and slid his body around sideways, keeping his fingers as deep as possible. He kissed what skin he could as he got closer to Kingsley, wanting - needing - to kiss him.
Despite the discomfort, Kingsley moved his hips back and forth against Gideon's fingers. The more he did it, the more he got used to the stretching.
As soon as he could reach him, Gideon stretched his neck, kissing Kingsley's chin. He watched him for a moment before whispering, "I missed you."
Still moving his hips back and forth, feeling very much like a dog rutting, and not really caring, Kingsley gave Gideon a sloppy kiss. "Missed you, too."
He returned the kiss, moaning against Kingsley's mouth. He was so hard he was in pain and he couldn't tell what caused it - the idea of being inside Kingsley or the fact that he was back in Gideon's bed.
He had to end the kiss and remove his fingers to reposition himself and before Kingsley could protest, Gideon way laying on top of Kingsley's stomach, kissing him again. He would let his Imp turn over if he wanted to, but for the moment, Gideon needed to kiss him again.
Kingsley made a grimace when Gideon moved and dislodged his fingers. His arse was burning and now, without the fingers touching his prostate and making it better, he was not so fine. But, just the same way he felt before a hard test, he wanted it over with. It had to be done and why should they wait any longer?
He pushed Gideon slightly, still kissing him. Then, in one quick movement, he turned around on his fours. "Go ahead, Gideon. Now," he said.
Positive that Kingsley was at the edge of his tolerance, Gideon did as he asked, pushing himself up onto his knees. He took the little jar and slicked the tip of his cock, then dabbed some onto his finger, wiping it on Kingsley. Positioning himself, Gideon pushed through the stretched ring of muscles, gasping at the tight heat.
He wasn't able to remain quiet any longer and he dug his broken fingernails into Kingsley's sides, moaning wordlessly as he ever so slowly pushed in.
He reminded himself to wait, to be patient, but he felt like he was dying with need to feel more, to be all the way inside.
He was going to have to let Kingsley fuck him senseless to repay him for this.
Kingsley bit the pillow and crossed his eyes with the burning sensation of Gideon entering him. Fuck, that hurt like hell. He knew that Gideon was being as gentle as possible and it was probably very hard for him to control it. He appreciated it, he really did, but fuck, that burning sensation was killing him.
But he couldn't just leave Gideon hanging there, halfway inside him. He drew a deep breath and pushed his buttocks up, making Gideon enter him fully.
He bit the goddamned pillow again.
He knew the only way to make Kingsley feel better was to find his prostate as quickly as possible. When Kingsley pushed back, Gideon whined, unable to help it. Letting go of Kingsley's hips, Gideon spread his hands across the muscled back, massaging him.
"You feel so damn good, Imp," he said, his voice breaking with need. He held still as long as possible, trying to let him adjust, then began to slowly move again, looking for that spot, for anything to make Kingsley enjoy this and not hate it.
Kingsley knew it felt good - the arse was a wonderful thing, tight and yielding at the same time. He kept biting the pillow, thinking how wonderfully tight and hot and yielding to him Gideon's arse was.
And then Gideon started moving inside him - inside him! Fucking Merlin, he was not a frigging arse virgin any more! The thought and the movement did something to him. Or maybe it was the fact that Gideon's cock had just brushed against his prostate.
Kingsley abandoned all thoughts of hurt and burning sensations and bucked, wildly and sluttily, against Gideon, fucking himself on Gideon's cock. Gideon had found the exact angle that each thrust inside hit his prostate and the partial withdrawing was just long enough for his senses to go back to normal and then, again, that lovely electricity jolt.
"Oh God, Kingsley!" Gideon yelped when he started moving. It was one thing to take it and suffer, and totally another to participate. Panting, unable to help himself any longer, Gideon answered each push with a thrust of his own hips, his fingers dragging down Kingsley's back, leaving thin marks that Gideon possessively hoped would scar.
It was times like this that Gideon wished Kingsley had hair or something to pull. Leaning over a little, he put his hands on Kingsley's shoulders, using his hands and hips to pull him against him, slamming them together.
The mixture of sensations were doing their job. Kingsley knew with a certainty as sure as death that he would never bottom for any other bloke in his life. Absolutely nobody but Gideon would be able to put anything inside him.
But just the glory of hearing Gideon yelping made it all worth it. His normally quiet, controlled Gideon was losing it all, wasn't he?
Kingsley bucked harder and harder, lifting his knees off the mattress.
Sensation ran into more awareness. Kingsley had come back to him, and while Gideon had doubted his sincerity to talk to his father, he couldn't doubt the proof of this, that Kingsley had let him inside, someplace he swore no one would ever touch him.
Catching his breath, Gideon leaned over, slowing them down, needing to feel him. He let Kingsley hold their weight while he lay across his back. Wrapping his hands around Kingsley, he pressed one to his chest, rubbing his nipple while the other enfolded Kingsley's cock in his grip, pumping him.
"You are mine now, do you hear me?" Gideon said, sure he sounded more like he was snarling than talking, and bit his shoulder blade. "Mine. And no one else will touch you again. No. One."
Falling back onto his knees, Kingsley hissed when Gideon held his cock. Damn, that felt good. He was now doubly stimulated, both by the off and on touch of Gideon's cock on his prostate and by the friction on his cock.
He shivered with the words coming from Gideon. This was serious stuff. And completely true. Santini had only given him the push he needed to come back to Gideon. This was where he belonged, with Gideon. And he was his, no doubt about that - had been since the first day, long ago, on the Quidditch pitch, where he saw Gideon for the first time.
"Yours," he replied hoarsely. "Only yours. And you're mine."
"Then come for me," Gideon said, kissing his back to acknowledge what Kingsley said. He squeezed him harder, pumping him, running his thumb over the tip of Kingsley's cock. "Come for me, Imp, so I can as well."
Kingsley was all obedient that day. Upon hearing Gideon's words, he just let go. It wasn't hard - he'd been turned on from the moment he'd seen Gideon bundled up on the sofa, so now he just came, spilling on Gideon's hand and clenching his buttocks in the process.
For a change, he was quiet in his orgasm.
Gideon held him, gently caressing his cock with his fingers as Kingsley came all over him and the bed. As soon as he finished, Gideon, moaning, sat back on his knees, lifting his wet hand to his face, licking his fingers, as he pressed in and out quickly with Kingsley clenching him tight.
Seconds later he came as well, whispering Kingsley's name.
Kingsley smiled when he heard Gideon whispering his name. He let himself fall on the bed, on top of the mess he'd made. It was all right: two messy men meant a nice shower together later.
Gideon reached up with his dry hand, turning Kingsley's head until he could reach him. He pushed the wet fingers into Kingsley's mouth, and then quickly pulled them out, replacing fingers with his tongue, gently kissing him.
Kingsley wriggled and Gideon's cock slid out of him. It was still a little hard, and Kingsley thought he heard a soft "pop" sound when it finally came out.
"Roll over, Imp," he asked between kisses.
He lay facing Gideon, tried to put his leg over Gideon's body, but his arse burnt with the movement, so he stayed pretty quiet, on his side, but pulled Gideon closer for a deep kiss.
Gideon met him on his side, having forgotten that the first time he had bottomed he hurt as well. Kissing Kingsley was all he wanted to do at the moment anyway. Running his hands over his arms, Gideon couldn't stop touching him, saying with touches what he never said with words yet.
"I didn't believe you," Gideon admitted, "I didn't think you would do this, or that you really meant you'd tell Mac."
He kissed Kingsley's chin, "But you're serious, aren't you?"
Damn if he wasn't babbling like a schoolboy…
"I am." Kingsley let himself be kissed - it was a great feeling. "I'm supposed to meet Santini tomorrow morning at the Leaky Cauldron." He rubbed Gideon's nose. "Which means that I plan to spend the night here with you, Mr. Prewett." He leant over and kissed Gideon's nose. "The two of us doing unmentionable things the whole night long."
He sighed. "Then Santini and I will go to my house and I'll tell my dad that I...I'm in a gay relationship."
"I can't wait," Gideon said, his exhaustion forgotten. "It's been so long since I bottomed, and I want to feel you inside me."
Damn, he was beginning to think he had turned into a bird this afternoon. Oh well, it had to be okay to be soppy every once in a while.
His burning arse forgotten, Kingsley climbed on top of Gideon. "Oh, and you will feel me so deep inside you, my cock will come out through your mouth," he joked, kissing Gideon fully. He was dying to be inside Gideon, too. Had been dying to since that fateful day in December.
It seemed that all was right now. Well, almost. He still had to talk to his dad, which was something he wasn't too keen on. Actually, it was something he downright feared. But he knew it had to be done.
And it didn't have to happen until tomorrow. With that thought, he lay on top of Gideon, his head in the crook of his neck, more content than he'd ever been. Even with a burning arse.