Comfort & Joy
Title: Comfort and Joy
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: R
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Contrary to what some people may think, boys do kiss boys. And quite well, actually.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. We don't know any models, either.
A/N: Written for the AWDT prompts, "I want to fuck you like an animal" and "Boys don't kiss boys."
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Gideon woke slowly, his mind fuzzy from the warmth surrounding his whole body. He usually woke up cold, having pushed his blankets off sometime during the night, and he wondered why he didn't this time, until his moving caused grumbling near his temple.
Opening one eye, he could see Kingsley's neck bob back and forth as he mumbled in his sleep. Unable to help himself, Gideon maneuvered closer, fitting his head beneath Kingsley's chin, and licked the long lines of his neck. Part of Gideon wanted to fall back asleep, nuzzled in Kingsley's embrace.
Kingsley had stayed the whole night, which amazed Gideon. In their sleep, Kingsley offered what Gideon needed most but couldn’t ask for - comfort. He had doubted Kingsley knew how to offer it, and yet, he'd been nothing but gentle and supportive. Such strange emotions for both of them.
He knew his wand was close by; picking it up, he cast a privacy spell around the bedroom. He planned on needing that later.
Turning in Kingsley's embrace to reach him easier, Gideon slowly ran his fingers across Kingsley's chest, teasing one nipple until it hardened as he continued to smatter kisses across his neck. It was early, and Kingsley didn't like mornings, therefore Gideon felt safe touching him, knowing that he would eventually wake, but not too soon.
Taking advantage of the stillness, something very rare between them, Gideon squirmed lower, licking Kingsley's collarbone, then his chest, stopping at his nipple. Sucking on it, he rubbed it between his teeth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as his hand followed the curve of muscle down Kingsley's side. This was so new, and Gideon reveled in it.
Gideon liked waking this way. Tired from the night before, mentally drained from the funeral, secure in his bed, wrapped tightly in another's arms. He teased his fingers across wiry hair, grinning when Kingsley pushed his hips forward.
It took so little to entice him - a word, a look, one stray touch - and Kingsley was looking for the nearest bolthole to have sex. Well, they didn't have to search here, in Gideon's bed.
Pushing Kingsley onto his back, Gideon spread his legs apart and buried his nose near the base of his cock, massaging Kingsley's balls with his tongue.
Kingsley had woken up when Gideon teased his nipples, but he stayed quiet, just waiting, wondering what Gideon would do. It was a great way to wake up, and he liked the fact that it was Gideon who initiated the contact.
He almost gave himself away when Gideon touched his lower abdomen and he instinctively thrust his hips forward. He exercised as much restraint as he could, but when Gideon licked his balls, he lost the little bit of control he had.
"Good morning, Mr. Prewett. You're a great alarm clock."
Gideon tensed, wondering how long Kingsley had been aware of his actions. His words were clear, yet he hadn't seemed like he was awake when Gideon touched him. Instead of speaking, Gideon ran his tongue along Kingsley's cock, sliding it back and forth along his width as Kingsley mumbled something and pushed his hips up.
Gideon pulled away until he stilled, then touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Kingsley's cock. Swirling around it in tiny circles, he slowly teased the length out of the foreskin, waiting patiently. One hand rubbed the base, while the other played with Kingsley's balls. Gideon wanted to make him come quickly, and then start over.
In ever widening circles, Gideon lowered his head until his lips were a breath away, blowing hot air on Kingsley's body, feeling him wiggle beneath his hands. Gideon licked him lower, waiting until Kingsley's balls tightened before gently closing his mouth over him.
Kingsley wanted to touch Gideon, but he understood the message - if he moved, Gideon would stop, and he couldn't let that happen. Instead, he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. He had no idea what Gideon was planning, but, at this rate, he knew he wouldn't last long at all.
He carefully engulfed him, sucking him in as deeply and slowly as possible. Unable to voice the words that thanked Kingsley for being there for him the prior night, Gideon let his tongue speak for him.
Gideon knew Kingsley was restless; wrapping both hands around the back of Kingsley's hips, he moved them up and down, encouraging him to move. Letting go, he braced his hands on the bed and let Kingsley pump as he wanted. He enjoyed the sensation, holding himself still as Kingsley did whatever he wanted to make himself come.
Kingsley read the hands on his hips as an invitation to finally act, and act he did. He thrust up and down, his hands holding Gideon's head still as he increased his rhythm. Feeling that he was ready to come, he started babbling a few incoherent words, ending with a loud, "I want to fuck you forever. I want to fuck you like an animal!" as he climaxed.
Gideon swallowed, holding back his laughter at Kingsley's mumblings, and stared at the sheets on the bed. I could go for the forever part, he thought, surprising himself.
Kissing Kingsley's stomach as it heaved, he scooted forward and dropped on the bed next to him. Without making eye contact, Gideon said, "As long as you don't mean any literal Animagus forms, I could go for the 'crazy like an animal' bit. As soon as you can get it back up, that is."
Gideon kissed his chin and mumbled, "Thank you for staying."
Kingsley pulled Gideon into his arms, muttering, "I think I deserve a proper kiss for putting out while half asleep." He kissed Gideon deeply and continued, "Don't have to thank me for staying. I wanted to stay."
"That's my Kingsley," Gideon teased between kisses, "No good deed without payment. Not that I mind the kissing, you know."
He shimmied his hand lower, caressing Kingsley's balls, "About that sex…"
Sliding his hand down Gideon's back and squeezing his buttocks, Kingsley replied, "You're lucky that I'm a teenager and basically live with a permanent erection." He nipped at Gideon's chin and then took his mouth again in a sensuous kiss.
"Why do you think I picked you?" Gideon said as soon as Kingsley gave him room to talk. Gideon reached into the nightstand blindly for the lube and unceremoniously shoved it in one of Kingsley's hands. Pushing Kingsley onto his back, Gideon straddled his hips and pushed against the hand nearest his arse.
"You bought a lot of this, yeah?" Kingsley asked, bringing the tube to his mouth and trying to uncap it with his teeth. He didn't want to move his other hand, since his finger was sliding from the top to the bottom of Gideon's cleft. Then he remembered that he could do magic legally, which would make the uncapping easier. He had no idea where in hell his wand was, but this was simple wandless magic and he mumbled the spell. The cap zoomed to the other side of the room, ricocheting against the wall and falling onto the floor.
Gideon shook his head, "Please don't tell me your first legal magic was opening a tube of lube."
He didn't voice his second thought; he knew this was something he could never tease Kingsley about to his parents.
Parents.
Turning around so that his back was against Kingsley's chest, Gideon rolled them over until he was splayed on his stomach while Kingsley suddenly found himself lying across Gideon's back. Pushing back with his hips, he forced Kingsley to sit back and Gideon rose to his hands and knees.
There was not doubt in Gideon's mind that getting fucked would erase any of the sad thoughts that he was randomly having.
Just in case, Gideon explicitly told Kingsley anyway.
Gideon didn't have to tell Kingsley twice. Glad that he had already come that morning and wasn't too desperate, Kingsley took his time. With his left hand on Gideon's waist and the right on his cock, he pressed his body against Gideon's and let his tongue trace a path that started on his neck and went down slowly. He'd stop once in a while to nip at random places on Gideon's back.
This time he would elicit at least a loud moan from Gideon.
He knew Kingsley didn't like him quiet, so Gideon trembled every time teeth found his skin, but didn't make a sound. One hand caressed his hip; the other enveloped his cock and Kingsley's teeth and tongue left trails across his skin.
Barely able to control his voice, Gideon could feel his arms and legs shaking from desire. He loved the over-stimulation that Kingsley caused. Kingsley's right hand was barely moving, his fingers wrapped around his cock, barely applying pressure, and only his thumb stroked back and forth slightly.
It normally wouldn’t be enough incentive to make Gideon come, but he'd been hard since Kingsley woke, and just thinking about the way Kingsley moaned earlier while fucking his mouth made Gideon come undone.
Groaning loudly, he came, arms collapsing. Kingsley stilled behind him and Gideon chuckled, imagining his expression. He couldn't move, his body wasn't responding to his suggestions yet.
Turning his head, he said, "Not done. Can't move, but I need… I want… Fucked. By you. This morning." He just stopped talking and spread his body across the bed. Kingsley was smart; he'd know what to do. Gideon didn't care about his orgasm; he wanted Kingsley buried inside him. He wanted to forget the last couple of days - if it meant being too sore to work, so be it.
Snapping out of his surprise at Gideon's loud groan, Kingsley acted quickly. He spread lube on his finger and stretched Gideon quickly. "Do you want it like that or would you rather face me?" he whispered against Gideon's ear.
"Can't move," Gideon said, then proved himself a liar and moved a pillow under his hips. He couldn’t turn around and face Kingsley, not when he was so torn apart by emotions he couldn’t control yet. He knew Kingsley didn't cause them, but he was there, and Gideon was trying to not… share them. Neither of them wanted that.
"As hard as you want, Shacklebolt," he said.
Kingsley wanted it really hard that morning. Having already come, he knew that the roughness wouldn't make him climax too fast. He entered Gideon quickly and then held his hips to help push him in tandem to his thrusting.
He wanted desperately to be quiet, just to show Gideon what it was like, but the feeling was stronger, and he started moaning and babbling loudly.
Gideon knew that Kingsley related volume to enjoyment, and Gideon didn't mind the noise. Kingsley's hands held him firm and Gideon finally relaxed enough to grunt softly as Kingsley leaned over his back. Turning his head, Gideon tried to kiss his face, but missed.
Pushing back onto his knees, Gideon covered Kingsley's hand with his own and helped him.
Leaning over a little more, and, in the process, getting even deeper inside Gideon, Kingsley bit Gideon's back, while he fisted his cock and pumped as hard as he was pummeling inside.
And Gideon still didn't make a single noise.
Giving up, Kingsley thrust faster and soon came again, his hand still wanking Gideon, waiting for him to come.
He almost lost all control when Kingsley bit him. Biting the inside of his mouth, Gideon flinched from the pain, but it distracted him long enough and he climaxed right after Kingsley.
Falling onto the bed, sweaty and sore, he turned his head toward Kingsley and smiled.
Kingsley mumbled something that Gideon didn't catch, and he rolled to the side, abruptly dislodging Kingsley's cock. "Sorry," Gideon said and he curled up, back to Kingsley's chest. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, knowing his mind would reorganize itself soon.
"I liked that; you need to use those teeth more often." The sincerity of his comment surprised him; he had liked it rough. Yawning, he wanted nothing more than to burrow deep into the bed and sleep the rest of the morning. It was frightening how comfortable the thought was.
Instead, he asked, "Shower and food - but in what order?"
Sucking on Gideon's neck and playing with his hair absent-mindedly, Kingsley didn't answer right away. His stomach was rumbling, but they were a mess. "Shower first. Then food. Then back here for more of the same. Sound like a plan?"
"Oh yes," Gideon said. He'd been reduced to a quivering, stuttering mess already this morning, and he just agreed to more. Since he was lying wrapped in Kingsley's arms, he didn't move, letting Kingsley decide when they would take a shower. He could barely hear the small part of him mind that was nagging him to be careful, that everyone who knew them knew that Kingsley had spent the night.
It was too soon to be caught, and lying entwined and naked on his dirty bed was inescapably being caught. Instead, Gideon shut his eyes and concentrated on Kingsley's fingers as they threaded through his hair. He was relaxed, and more comfortable than he'd been the past two weeks.
It was incredibly comfortable, and Kingsley's eyes were almost closing. He opened his mouth to say, "I love playing with your hair," but caught himself before committing this terrible blunder. Fuck! I sound like a bloody girl!
He quickly moved away and slapped Gideon's bare buttocks. "Let's go, Lazybones. I'm starving. Let's get ourselves cleaned and then you can make me breakfast today."
Gideon started, but was too relaxed to complain. Stripping the sheets and throwing them into a corner, he walked to the bathroom and found two clean towels. Turning the warm water on until it almost burned his skin, he stepped inside, assuming Kingsley would join him when ready.
Kingsley stopped at the door of the bathroom for a minute, observing Gideon in the shower. He was enjoying Gideon's company immensely, but he felt he had to be careful so as to not behave foolishly. He was a bloke, and blokes behaved manly.
He walked inside and joined Gideon in the shower.
Gideon silently handed him the bar of soap as he finished. He leaned against the wall of the shower and watched Kingsley clean himself. He didn't offer to help and he didn't touch him. After Kingsley was clean, Gideon slid by him in the narrow shower, grinning as they were pressed shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. He casually dropped one kiss on the end of Kingsley's nose.
"I'm going to make breakfast, Imp, come out when you're ready." After drying, he pulled on a pair of jeans. He wasn't going to attempt cooking naked.
He made oatmeal on the Muggle stove while he buttered the toast. Setting the table, he sat down and read the paper while he waited for Kingsley.
Kingsley pulled on his trousers and walked into the kitchen. He sat across from Gideon. "Any decent news?" he asked, munching on a piece of toast. He pulled his wand from the seam of his trousers and Summoned coffee from the stove. He laughed. "This can be officially my first legal magic! Can you imagine telling my parents that the first thing I did was to uncap lube? And badly?"
"You were a little distracted," Gideon said with a smug grin.
He tried some of the oatmeal carefully and then nodded appreciatively. "This is really good, Mr. Prewett. Almost as good as Mrs. Wilcott's. But she has had a lot of practice, since it's the only thing Grandpa eats for breakfast. And, according to him, only she can make it as good as Grandma used to." He looked away a little uneasily after saying this. It didn't escape him the implication of the affection between the older couple. He was really turning into a bloody girl.
"Does it bother you that they're…" Gideon waved his hand, trying to think of a tactful way to ask, "involved?"
"Grandpa and Mrs. Wilcott? Not at all," Kingsley replied, surprised with the question. "Actually, I think it's quite cool. Hey, my grandma died a long time ago and I'm happy he found someone. I only wish he wouldn't feel the need to hide their relationship. They're both single adults.
"I'd love to call Mrs. Wilcott 'grandma,'" Kingsley added with a mischievous smirk.
"It does seem strange that they are hiding it," Gideon said, wanting to laugh that he and Kingsley were also hiding… whatever it was called that they were doing, for similar reasons. Instead, he asked, "Has he told you any more Auror stories recently?"
Kingsley nodded, his mouth full of porridge. "His stories are turning more gruesome as I get older. Sometimes I wonder if he's just trying to tell me as it is, or trying to discourage me from being an Auror." He finished his breakfast and stood up, directing the dishes to the sink with his wand. Another flick and the dishes were washed.
"Show off," Gideon said, watching him.
"Hey, I can do them by hand, but it would take time. And that would take time from this," Kingsley replied, straddling Gideon's legs and kissing him on the mouth. Now that he was clean and fed, there was only one other thing in his mind, and it was to take Gideon to bed again.
Right at that minute, the fireplace sparkled in the living-room and a voice called out, "Kingsley? Gideon?"
"MUM?" Kingsley shouted, moving off Gideon's legs as far as he could, and rushing to the living-room.
Gideon, doubled over with laughter, barely managed to stay in the chair, hand stuffed in his mouth to muffle the sound. He had never seen Kingsley move so fast. Hell, he didn't move that quick for the prospect of sex.
It was something to remember come time for training; apparently fear of his mum ran deeper than Gideon thought. It was a shame that the Floo call would most likely dampen Kingsley's enthusiasm toward the bedroom, though.
"Prewett!" Kingsley called out, "come 'ere."
"Good morning, Gideon," Maura greeted with a smile. "I was hoping I hadn't called too early, but I can see that you both are already up and about, showered and all." Her eyes roved around the room. "You've performed a miracle - not only did you manage to get Kingsley up before the afternoon, but he's even made up the bed," she said, pointing at the sofa, standing pristine in the room.
He got me up all right, Mum. Kingsley couldn't look at her eyes. Elbowing Gideon playfully to disguise his uneasiness, he said, "Well, I guess I woke up earlier because I was in a different bed."
"I may have to Summon your sofa, then, Gideon, whenever I need to wake him up at a decent hour." She shook her head, laughing. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you to come for lunch with me. Maybe after that you can go to my father-in-law's for a little swimming. Would you like to do that? He'd be very pleased, darling, to see you and scare you with more Auror stories before you go to school."
"I'm afraid I could never part with that sofa, Mrs Shacklebolt. What would my brother do when he visits? He has to use it as well."
He didn't flinch at all, realizing a moment later how awful that comment was. Thankfully, the Floo had a very narrow width of view and she couldn’t see his hand rubbing Kingsley's calf apologetically.
"I don't know about Kingsley, but I'd love to say yes."
It wasn't really what Kingsley had planned for the day, but he could only agree after Gideon's eager acceptance of the invitation. "Of course, Mum. I'll grab my shirt and we'll be on our way."
Besides, he would be able to introduce Gideon to the cave, after all. Better late than never.
She closed the call and Gideon sat on the floor, watching Kingsley, "On our way? As in right now? What's the rush?"
He grabbed Kingsley's hand and pulled him down on top of him, "I didn't mean this very moment."
He knew Kingsley would most likely say no, especially right in front of the Floo, but Gideon wanted to tease him. He tugged on Kingsley's ears, kissing him soundly, "Besides, I can't wait to see you in a skirt again."
Kingsley swatted Gideon's head playfully. "It's a sarong, not a skirt. Where's your sense of fashion, Mr. Prewett?
"But I have a surprise for you at Grandpa's house. Do you still want to stay?"
"As you wish, of course," Gideon said, letting him go. He followed Kingsley to his room for a shirt, not paying much attention beyond the sway of his hips in the loose, low trousers.
In the bedroom, Kingsley put on his shirt and, winking at Gideon, picked up the tube of lube they'd used that morning. He looked at it, assessing how much was left and, shrugging, asked, "You never answered my question. Did you buy enough of this stuff?"
"How many times did you have it on the list? Four or five? I bought enough." Gideon laughed at the memory.
"It was embarrassing. The clerk looked at all of it, looked at me, then - eventually - closed his mouth and said, 'I assume you're not single then?' Actually, he had a cute pout. Much like yours."
Gideon shook his head, "Next time I'll give you the money and you can go in."
"I don't have a cute pout. And I don't mind going in and buying it, but maybe you should do it again, just to tempt the poor clerk. Was he drooling over you?"
Gideon kissed the end of his nose, "It's very cute. But I'll wait until you return to Hogwarts to tempt him. I think I might be busy until then."
Pressing the tube against his cock, Gideon licked his neck right above the collar, "Don't lose that, Shacklebolt."
He finished getting dressed and ran a hand through his disordered hair, patting it down, "Floo or Apparate?"
"Lose what, the lube or my cock?" Kingsley asked, laughing loudly. He pocketed the tube and pulled Gideon closer. Kissing him, he said against Gideon's mouth, "You bet you'll be very busy. I'll make sure of that." He let Gideon go, but held on to his arm. "Mum lifted the wards. Can we Apparate?"
Nodding, he took them to Kingsley's parents' home, separating immediately in case his family was nearby. The house smelled of bread and other things he couldn’t identify and Gideon sniffed the air appreciatively.
Maura heard the loud sound and came into the living-room. Kingsley rushed to her and kissed her noisily on the cheek and, after he released her, she hugged Gideon, asking him softly how he was doing. Then, a little louder, she continued, "Did Kingsley behave, Gideon?"
"He exceeded my expectations, Mrs Shacklebolt, honestly." Returning her hug, he said, "I’m better than yesterday, so I'm coping. Thank you for coming, I was thrilled to see your family there."
"I'm glad to hear that. And you know you can count on us for anything you want. You've been a very good friend to Kingsley. I can't tell you how much Mac and I are grateful for that; you are a very good influence on him.
"Now, why don't you two relax for a little? It's Lucille's day off and I'm making lunch. A friend of mine will join us, too, and I want to have everything ready before she arrives."
Gideon told himself he would not feel guilty for taking advantage of their trust. He knew that's how they would see it later. It was too much to assume they wouldn’t learn about their relationship. Gideon hoped it wouldn’t be for years, but again, he knew better.
Instead of sitting, he picked up something on the mantle above the fireplace and looked at it; anything to distract himself until he stopped worrying about their reaction to something that most likely wouldn’t last for much longer.
"Who's coming, Mum?" Kingsley asked, watching Gideon out of the corner of his eyes. He was observing an ivory carving with interest, but Kingsley didn't know why. It was a souvenir from their trip to Africa a few years before and, while it was intricately carved, Kingsley didn't know what Gideon found so interesting about it.
"Edwina Laurent and her daughter, Colette," Maura answered chirpily. Turning to Gideon, mostly to ignore Kingsley's horrified facial expression, she continued. "I play Wizarding bridge with Edwina; she's an old friend, who married a French wizard. We were very close growing up and I missed my friend when she moved to France, but we always kept in touch, through owl post and frequent visits. A few years ago, Jacques passed away and she moved back home, but her daughter stayed at Beauxbatons. She just finished school and is visiting her mother. I know you young men will be nice to her. Right, Kingsley?"
Kingsley, who was mimicking a gag reflex, closed his mouth and nodded sulkily. Fine, the Laurent brat would be around for lunch, but, right after that, he had a date with Gideon in the cave.
Gideon saw Kingsley's reactions out of the corner of his eye, concentrating on that until her words registered. Funny how quickly he was reduced to a twelve year old who needed etiquette lessons. Then he thought about Kingsley's facial expressions and decided she might have a legitimate reason for her comment.
Smiling, he teased, "Yes, Mum. We'll behave and even manage to eat with our flatware in front of the guests. I'll knock Kingsley for you if he forgets polite conversation."
Winking at her as she shook her head and muttered under her breath, he laughed outright at Kingsley's outraged expression. Gideon waited for two additional seconds after she left the room and closed the door to approach Kingsley.
Kissing him on the end of the nose he said, "Is she always like that?" He figured any other question would make Kingsley sulk even longer.
"Who, Mum? She always wants me to be nice to her friends' daughters. Some are fine, actually, but Colette Laurent is a bint. She only talks about marriage. She's wanted to get married since she was a little girl. I hated it when she came to visit or when we had to spend time with the Laurents. It was worse there, because she only had girlfriends - I reckon she frightened the blokes away with her talk of marriage." He laughed. "Even eight-year old blokes!
"She only wanted to play house and I was forced to be the father to the ghastliest collection of dolls you've ever seen. And after she grew up, it didn't get much better. She prodded me to introduce her to my male friends. You'll see what I mean. Run from her. Actually, we will run right after lunch." He looked at both sides, made sure the door was closed and kissed Gideon soundly. "You'll love my surprise."
He tugged on Kingsley's ear briefly, smiling at him after the kiss. "But Kingsley, you would make such a fine dad!" Ducking from his playful blow, he wandered away again, and ended up sitting on a sofa. "It will be nice to see your grandfather again."
Chewing his nails, Kingsley muttered an absent-minded "Yep." He shook his head, trying to dismiss the nagging thought that had just crept in. He had taken Marlene to the cave on his birthday, when he was upset at Gideon. He remembered clearly having her Scourgify the blankets and he was sure he'd put everything away. He just hoped she hadn't left a telltale sign of her presence there. Marlene took a giant handbag wherever she went and was known to forget things behind. Kingsley had often joked with her that there was no way she could hold an inventory of what she carried back and forth.
He decided to rush to the cave before he took Gideon there. Grandpa would offer an involuntary cover for a few minutes.
"He'll love to see you, too. He likes you." He moved closer to Gideon. "Listen, I need to get mentally prepared for the Laurent invasion. Let's go to my room and snog a bit? Just snog."
"Gladly." Gideon stood without another word and followed him.
"MUM!" Kingsley shouted, already rushing upstairs. "Gideon and I will be in my room, listening to music, okay?"
"Fine, but I want you downstairs when Edwina and Colette arrive."
Rolling his eyes, Kingsley answered. "Don't worry. We will be perfect English gentlemen and welcome them. We'll even kiss their hands." Turning back to Gideon, he mocked a gag again.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, don't you get fresh with me!" Maura answered.
"LOVE YOU, MUM!" Laughing, he arrived at his bedroom. They walked in and Kingsley closed the door with his heel. Smiling goofily at Gideon, he took his wand from the seam of his dress trousers and closed the door with a spell. He quickly undressed completely, sending his clothes to the hamper, lay back in his bed and opened his arms to Gideon.
Gideon crossed his arms and stood in the middle of the room, ignoring the twitching of certain body parts, and asked, "Just what part of you did you want me to snog anyway?" Without waiting for an answer, Gideon crossed the room and grabbed his hands. He closed Kingsley's fingers around his bedposts and grinned at him.
He didn't undress and he didn't lay on the bed with him; instead Gideon leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. Sucking Kingsley's tongue into his mouth, Gideon teased it, mimicking the motions of a blowjob. With one hand, he pushed Kingsley's head to the side as he nipped his chin, moving slowly to his earlobe.
Lathering the lobe with his tongue, he moved away as Kingsley tried to grab the back of his head and gently wrapped his fingers around the bedpost again. As soon as Kingsley began to squirm beneath him, Gideon took his free hand and fondled Kingsley's balls.
Kingsley moaned once and Gideon let go with both hands. Whipping his head around to look at him let Gideon kiss him harshly, shoving his tongue deep inside then just as quickly, pulling out and stepping back.
Crossing his arms again, he said with an evil grin, "Go ahead, I want to watch."
"WHAT?" Kingsley yelled. "Gideon Prewett, you are a right git. Come here right now and finish what you've-"
He was interrupted by Maura's voice coming through the wall. "Kingsley. Gideon. Come downstairs. They're here."
At Gideon's alarmed face, Kingsley replied, sitting up in bed. "It's an intercom. She's downstairs and hasn't heard anything. I never leave my sound on. But you're still a git, you know? How can I go downstairs like this?"
Relieved, Gideon grinned and, pulling out his wand, pointed it at Kingsley's cock. He muttered a word and Kingsley's erection disappeared - in fact, his cock shrunk as if exposed to a freezing temperature.
'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, GIDEON?" Kingsley shrieked.
"Just a Wilting Charm. Don't worry, it'll get back to normal soon. You told me I had to finish what I had started, didn't you?"
"You'll pay for this, Prewett. You won't be able to sit for days after I am finished with you." He strode to the closet and pulled a pair of khaki shorts on. He was tugging the t-shirt over his head when Maura called again. "Let's go, Git."
Completely humored by Kingsley's frustration, Gideon followed him, humming to himself. He wasn't looking forward to meeting any family friends of the Shacklebolts, especially after Kingsley's description of her. He did realize, though, that Kingsley might have overstated her opinion of things.
Right before they joined the company Gideon leaned forward and whispered, "Days, is it? I'm looking forward to that."
"Days! Weeks! You'll see. Say goodbye to that broom of yours for a while. You won't be able to mount it at all," Kingsley whispered back. He plastered a smile on his face and strode into the living-room. He kissed the older witch noisily and pecked the younger one on her cheek. Turning to Gideon, he introduced him. "Gideon, this is Mrs. Laurent, an old friend of my mother's and her daughter, Colette. This is my friend, Gideon Prewett."
Colette was standing next to her mother, striking a pose as if she was about to walk a runway. She was tall and slim, impeccably dressed and made up. She would have been a stunning beauty, had she looked more real and less like a painted doll. She extended a limp hand towards Gideon, saying, "How do you do?" in a little, studied voice. She was the picture of propriety, except for the glint in her eyes when she saw Gideon.
"The please is all mine, Miss Laurent." He knew that look; it had graced the face of many a Slytherin girl during his years at Hogwarts. They heard the word 'pureblood' and assumed that he was wealthy enough to keep them in style. He bowed politely over her hand and greeted her mother.
He hoped Maura didn't mention the funeral, he didn't want her thinking he had just come into money. If he wasn't so concerned with Maura's opinion of him, he would made sure very quickly that Colette would not find him interesting.
It was a lovely day, and Maura invited all of them to sit outside. She Summoned drinks and a wonderful appetizer, which Kingsley passed around. Colette, sitting on the edge of her chair, legs crossed at the ankle, spine perfectly straight, refused it and, talking to Kingsley but looking at Gideon, said, "I can't. I've just accepted a job as a model for Madame Saint-Germain, the famous Parisian designer. I hope you both can come to my first show." Sipping a glass of water daintily, she smiled at Gideon. "What's your line of work, Gideon?"
"A little of this and that," he said, "my brother is an Auror for the Ministry of Magic, and I help train the recruits."
He caught Maura's surprised look and smiled at her, hoping she didn't contradict him.
The glint in Colette's eyes diminished a little, but she maintained her perfect pose. Her mother and Maura went inside to get lunch on the table and she sat with the two men, making small conversation, ignoring Kingsley completely and concentrating her attention on Gideon. She asked a few questions about what exactly he did. But it was obvious that her mind was not into his answers.
Before she could ask him anything else, Kingsley thought about the perfect way to make Mademoiselle Brat be horrified about Gideon. In all her porcelain doll perfection, it was obvious that she would know nothing about Quidditch. "Gideon," he asked, making her close her mouth, "when is your next game?" At her inquisitive look, he continued, "He's also a Chaser for the Appleby Arrows."
He knew she wasn't aware of what a Chaser did, so he couldn't understand the sudden victorious smile on her face. And, worst of all, the glint had come back, stronger than before.
He didn't change his facial expression at all, but he wished for the cover of a table to kick Kingsley. Hard. "I'll be on reserves until next season; I’m only required to attend them now as protocol. It's not much fun when I'm not playing, so be glad I don't have any tickets left this season, Shacklebolt."
Whatever happened from here on out, Kingsley deserved it, Gideon decided.
"Oh, but you are a Quidditch player, then?" She looked at him coyly, "I'd love to see a match. Can you get tickets for me?"
"Colette," Kingsley said angrily, "didn't you hear him say that he doesn't have tickets? And since when do you like Quidditch? Do you even know what it is?"
Her eyes were hard. "He said he doesn't have tickets, Kingsley. But he may be able to get them for me. And explain the game to me. Won't you, Gideon?"
"I'd love to, Colette, but alas, I wouldn't be able to sit with you and explain it. I have to sit with the team, and visitors are not allowed there. With my status relegated to reserves, I lost my tickets. It's possible I'll have tickets next year, if you'd like to attend then."
Kingsley frowned at him, but Gideon ignored it.
"So, tell me about the modeling world. Are you excited to begin? Even I've heard of Madame Saint-Germain."
She smiled at him sweetly. "I am. My first show is in early September. You must come to Paris to see me, Gideon. Please?" she asked prettily.
Kingsley jumped off his chair. "See your show? What do you think he is? A cross-dresser? Why would he want to see a woman's fashion show at all?"
She just blinked at him, an unfathomable smile on her face.
"That might prove interesting, let me think about if, if you don't mind." He turned toward Kingsley, "By then you'll be back at Hogwarts and I won't know what to do with all my free time."
For a moment, he thought Kingsley would explode, but Maura entered the room and told them lunch was served. Instantly Colette stood held her arm out to him. With a fake smile, he took her elbow and led her inside.
Sulking, Kingsley followed them, berating himself for…everything. For having brought Gideon for lunch. For giving the bint the reason to feign interest in Quidditch. For not going straight to his grandfather's house and to the cave.
The cave.
He hoped Marlene had forgotten something there. Something telling, like lipstick.
Right before they entered the dining area, Gideon paused, "I almost forgot. Would you excuse us for a moment, Colette? I need to do something first.
"Kingsley, can you help me find that charm before lunch? I'm afraid we'll go to your grandfather's and forget all about it." Figuring that Kingsley would open his mouth and insert his foot, Gideon pulled him down the hall toward the library.
Once inside he quietly closed the door and he turned on Kingsley immediately.
"What in the hell were you thinking, telling the bitch I'm a Quidditch player! Are you trying to get rid of me already?" he whispered, furious and confused.
"What're you talking about?" Kingsley asked angrily. "I only said that because I wanted the ice princess to leave you alone. How could I imagine she was interested in Quidditch?"
Gideon took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "You didn't do it on purpose?"
Kingsley shook his head no.
"All right then, I’m sorry, Imp. I assumed you would know that being a sports star is like a magnet for her kind. Listen, let's have some fun with this. Do you want to?"
Gideon leaned forward, his hand holding the door shut and kissed him gently on the mouth.
Kingsley nodded eagerly. "What do you have in mind? We have to be careful, though, or my mum will kill us."
"Let's just wait until we go to your grandfather's house to swim. I bet that she'll come along. And remember, this is a game, Kingsley. Have fun with it."
"I hope she doesn't come at all, though. Now let's go eat. I'm starving - and I want to see her starve."
The three women were waiting for them and, at a stern look from Maura, Kingsley apologized and immediately pulled a chair for Edwina. Gideon did the same for Colette and Kingsley ran to assist his mother. Maura indicated the seat between Colette and herself to Gideon, while Kingsley sat between the two Laurent women.
Lunch was fabulous. Maura didn't cook everyday, but she enjoyed doing it once in a while. She had made grilled lamb chops with a savory sauce, salad and asparagus. Colette took two thin spears of asparagus and a few leaves of lettuce, peeking into the salad to choose just the green leaves. Kingsley looked at Gideon and they filled their plates.
"Colette, you should try the lamb," Gideon said, cutting a tiny piece for her and placing it on her plate after he carefully wiped the sauce off it.
Gideon cut himself a bite, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth. Swallowing it first, still watching Colette with a smile, he said, "Mrs Shacklebolt, this is amazing."
"I admire your dedication to modeling," he told Colette softly.
She cut the tiny bite into a tinier piece and put it in her mouth. "It's really good, Mrs. Shacklebolt." She didn't touch the rest of the lamb, but cut the asparagus into very small pieces and ate them slowly. Turning to Gideon, she said, after carefully wiping the sides of her mouth. "I've always dreamed of being a model." She looked at him openly. "And you? Did you always want to be a famous Quidditch star?"
Maura looked up at these words, surprised that Colette knew Gideon played Quidditch. He had omitted it before, and she had read it as a sign that he wanted to keep it unmentioned. Deciding that it was none of her business, she continued her conversation with Edwina.
Kingsley, oblivious to the two conversations around him, chewed away. His mother was an awesome cook and this was a real treat. Now that he knew Gideon was not falling for the crazy bint, he was feeling much happier.
"It's simply a job that pays well," Gideon said. "The children are fun to watch. I don't want any of my own, too much work really, but I enjoy talking to them afterwards. They really get the most enjoyment from the game. Becoming famous was something I never considered, I'm still surprised by that."
Colette only registered one thing Gideon said. "You don't want to have children? Why not?"
Kingsley thought maliciously, Because he likes to kiss boys, dear Colette, so it's a biological impossibility. He didn't say anything; instead, he reached for the platter and put a few more chops on his plate. His mother had really outdone herself this time.
Gideon grinned at Kingsley briefly before turning back to her. "I'm surprised you would. Wouldn’t that ruin your perfect figure?"
"Oh, maybe, but by then I'll be married - I can't have a baby without a husband - and I won't be working any more. And then I can get back into my figure with time. In any event, there are models who have babies and lose all the weight right afterwards." She turned to her mother and Maura, who had stopped talking and were observing the conversation. "Like Suzette Barthez, Mum," she explained.
"Who's that, darling? I don't think I've met her."
"Blonde, short hair, looks almost like a boy."
Edwina shook her head. "I don't know her, dear."
Impatiently, Colette said, "You do. The other day you saw her kissing Bertrand Rousseau, remember? Behind the set? I elbowed you when I saw them." Turning to Gideon, she said, with a tinge of malice in her voice. "Suzette's not married - and Bertrand's not the father of her child."
"Oh! I remember," Edwina said. "But I didn't know it was Suzette. Actually," she turned to Maura, "I thought they were two boys."
"MUM!" Colette was scandalized. "How can you say that? Boys don't kiss boys!"
Kingsley, drinking pumpkin juice and sputtered it all over, doubling up in laughter.
"You all right there?" Gideon asked, not controlling his laughter much better. At Colette's awful expression, Gideon composed himself instantly. "Well, it was funny."
"Kingsley," Maura said, unsmiling, "Please clean your mess. You can do your own magic now."
Biting his lips to avoid laughing again, Kingsley picked up his wand and Scourgified the table cloth. "I'm sorry, Mum. I…I just…I don't know. Sorry, Colette, but Gideon's right: it was a funny comment."
"Funny? There's nothing funny about it. Have you ever seen two boys kissing? It's…unnatural! It's a perversion, Kingsley. Mrs. Shacklebolt," she said, indignantly, "How do you allow Kingsley to talk like that?"
"You're right, Colette. It wasn't funny. Not at all. It was actually a very sad comment, coming from a young, well-educated girl like yourself. Why can't boys kiss other boys? Why can't girls kiss other girls? If you knew what you're talking about, you'd understand it isn't unnatural or perverted at all. It's a kiss, Colette. It's an expression of love and affection between two people who care for each other." She turned to her friend. "I'm sorry, Edwina, for being a bit harsh with Colette. But I don't allow this kind of conversation in my house." Edwina was one of her oldest and dearest friends, but Maura hated intolerance.
Surprisingly, Edwina said, "I agree with you, Maura. Colette is much too conservative sometimes. Her father's family is like that, unfortunately. It didn't bother me when I thought they were two boys kissing at all."
Gideon leaned back in his chair, shocked and unable to express it. He'd heard Maura's opinion before, but it gave him some relief that if his and Kingsley's… whatever… came out, she wouldn't immediately hex him into oblivion. Of course, she was discussing two people she didn't know, and not her son. Furthermore, she was only half of Kingsley's parents. Gideon shuddered, thinking about how Mac would react; there might not be enough of him left for Maura to accept after Mac was done with him.
The conversation had put a damper on the lunch atmosphere. Colette was ashen, looking at her mother and at Maura, avoiding Gideon's face. When Maura offered dessert, she rose and asked to be excused.
Gideon and Kingsley had two servings of an excellent trifle, alone at the table, while the two women went to the library, where Colette was sitting. Maura asked her if she would like to go swimming with the boys, but she claimed fatigue and Apparated home alone.
Upstairs Gideon and Kingsley changed into swimming trunks, Gideon altering a pair of Kingsley's to fit him. Right before they came downstairs, Kingsley pulled Gideon into an embrace and, kissing him, said, "That bint knows nothing. Boys do kiss boys. And quite well, actually."
TBC
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: R
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Contrary to what some people may think, boys do kiss boys. And quite well, actually.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. We don't know any models, either.
A/N: Written for the AWDT prompts, "I want to fuck you like an animal" and "Boys don't kiss boys."
The index of stories
Gideon woke slowly, his mind fuzzy from the warmth surrounding his whole body. He usually woke up cold, having pushed his blankets off sometime during the night, and he wondered why he didn't this time, until his moving caused grumbling near his temple.
Opening one eye, he could see Kingsley's neck bob back and forth as he mumbled in his sleep. Unable to help himself, Gideon maneuvered closer, fitting his head beneath Kingsley's chin, and licked the long lines of his neck. Part of Gideon wanted to fall back asleep, nuzzled in Kingsley's embrace.
Kingsley had stayed the whole night, which amazed Gideon. In their sleep, Kingsley offered what Gideon needed most but couldn’t ask for - comfort. He had doubted Kingsley knew how to offer it, and yet, he'd been nothing but gentle and supportive. Such strange emotions for both of them.
He knew his wand was close by; picking it up, he cast a privacy spell around the bedroom. He planned on needing that later.
Turning in Kingsley's embrace to reach him easier, Gideon slowly ran his fingers across Kingsley's chest, teasing one nipple until it hardened as he continued to smatter kisses across his neck. It was early, and Kingsley didn't like mornings, therefore Gideon felt safe touching him, knowing that he would eventually wake, but not too soon.
Taking advantage of the stillness, something very rare between them, Gideon squirmed lower, licking Kingsley's collarbone, then his chest, stopping at his nipple. Sucking on it, he rubbed it between his teeth, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as his hand followed the curve of muscle down Kingsley's side. This was so new, and Gideon reveled in it.
Gideon liked waking this way. Tired from the night before, mentally drained from the funeral, secure in his bed, wrapped tightly in another's arms. He teased his fingers across wiry hair, grinning when Kingsley pushed his hips forward.
It took so little to entice him - a word, a look, one stray touch - and Kingsley was looking for the nearest bolthole to have sex. Well, they didn't have to search here, in Gideon's bed.
Pushing Kingsley onto his back, Gideon spread his legs apart and buried his nose near the base of his cock, massaging Kingsley's balls with his tongue.
Kingsley had woken up when Gideon teased his nipples, but he stayed quiet, just waiting, wondering what Gideon would do. It was a great way to wake up, and he liked the fact that it was Gideon who initiated the contact.
He almost gave himself away when Gideon touched his lower abdomen and he instinctively thrust his hips forward. He exercised as much restraint as he could, but when Gideon licked his balls, he lost the little bit of control he had.
"Good morning, Mr. Prewett. You're a great alarm clock."
Gideon tensed, wondering how long Kingsley had been aware of his actions. His words were clear, yet he hadn't seemed like he was awake when Gideon touched him. Instead of speaking, Gideon ran his tongue along Kingsley's cock, sliding it back and forth along his width as Kingsley mumbled something and pushed his hips up.
Gideon pulled away until he stilled, then touched the tip of his tongue to the tip of Kingsley's cock. Swirling around it in tiny circles, he slowly teased the length out of the foreskin, waiting patiently. One hand rubbed the base, while the other played with Kingsley's balls. Gideon wanted to make him come quickly, and then start over.
In ever widening circles, Gideon lowered his head until his lips were a breath away, blowing hot air on Kingsley's body, feeling him wiggle beneath his hands. Gideon licked him lower, waiting until Kingsley's balls tightened before gently closing his mouth over him.
Kingsley wanted to touch Gideon, but he understood the message - if he moved, Gideon would stop, and he couldn't let that happen. Instead, he clenched his fists and squeezed his eyes shut. He had no idea what Gideon was planning, but, at this rate, he knew he wouldn't last long at all.
He carefully engulfed him, sucking him in as deeply and slowly as possible. Unable to voice the words that thanked Kingsley for being there for him the prior night, Gideon let his tongue speak for him.
Gideon knew Kingsley was restless; wrapping both hands around the back of Kingsley's hips, he moved them up and down, encouraging him to move. Letting go, he braced his hands on the bed and let Kingsley pump as he wanted. He enjoyed the sensation, holding himself still as Kingsley did whatever he wanted to make himself come.
Kingsley read the hands on his hips as an invitation to finally act, and act he did. He thrust up and down, his hands holding Gideon's head still as he increased his rhythm. Feeling that he was ready to come, he started babbling a few incoherent words, ending with a loud, "I want to fuck you forever. I want to fuck you like an animal!" as he climaxed.
Gideon swallowed, holding back his laughter at Kingsley's mumblings, and stared at the sheets on the bed. I could go for the forever part, he thought, surprising himself.
Kissing Kingsley's stomach as it heaved, he scooted forward and dropped on the bed next to him. Without making eye contact, Gideon said, "As long as you don't mean any literal Animagus forms, I could go for the 'crazy like an animal' bit. As soon as you can get it back up, that is."
Gideon kissed his chin and mumbled, "Thank you for staying."
Kingsley pulled Gideon into his arms, muttering, "I think I deserve a proper kiss for putting out while half asleep." He kissed Gideon deeply and continued, "Don't have to thank me for staying. I wanted to stay."
"That's my Kingsley," Gideon teased between kisses, "No good deed without payment. Not that I mind the kissing, you know."
He shimmied his hand lower, caressing Kingsley's balls, "About that sex…"
Sliding his hand down Gideon's back and squeezing his buttocks, Kingsley replied, "You're lucky that I'm a teenager and basically live with a permanent erection." He nipped at Gideon's chin and then took his mouth again in a sensuous kiss.
"Why do you think I picked you?" Gideon said as soon as Kingsley gave him room to talk. Gideon reached into the nightstand blindly for the lube and unceremoniously shoved it in one of Kingsley's hands. Pushing Kingsley onto his back, Gideon straddled his hips and pushed against the hand nearest his arse.
"You bought a lot of this, yeah?" Kingsley asked, bringing the tube to his mouth and trying to uncap it with his teeth. He didn't want to move his other hand, since his finger was sliding from the top to the bottom of Gideon's cleft. Then he remembered that he could do magic legally, which would make the uncapping easier. He had no idea where in hell his wand was, but this was simple wandless magic and he mumbled the spell. The cap zoomed to the other side of the room, ricocheting against the wall and falling onto the floor.
Gideon shook his head, "Please don't tell me your first legal magic was opening a tube of lube."
He didn't voice his second thought; he knew this was something he could never tease Kingsley about to his parents.
Parents.
Turning around so that his back was against Kingsley's chest, Gideon rolled them over until he was splayed on his stomach while Kingsley suddenly found himself lying across Gideon's back. Pushing back with his hips, he forced Kingsley to sit back and Gideon rose to his hands and knees.
There was not doubt in Gideon's mind that getting fucked would erase any of the sad thoughts that he was randomly having.
Just in case, Gideon explicitly told Kingsley anyway.
Gideon didn't have to tell Kingsley twice. Glad that he had already come that morning and wasn't too desperate, Kingsley took his time. With his left hand on Gideon's waist and the right on his cock, he pressed his body against Gideon's and let his tongue trace a path that started on his neck and went down slowly. He'd stop once in a while to nip at random places on Gideon's back.
This time he would elicit at least a loud moan from Gideon.
He knew Kingsley didn't like him quiet, so Gideon trembled every time teeth found his skin, but didn't make a sound. One hand caressed his hip; the other enveloped his cock and Kingsley's teeth and tongue left trails across his skin.
Barely able to control his voice, Gideon could feel his arms and legs shaking from desire. He loved the over-stimulation that Kingsley caused. Kingsley's right hand was barely moving, his fingers wrapped around his cock, barely applying pressure, and only his thumb stroked back and forth slightly.
It normally wouldn’t be enough incentive to make Gideon come, but he'd been hard since Kingsley woke, and just thinking about the way Kingsley moaned earlier while fucking his mouth made Gideon come undone.
Groaning loudly, he came, arms collapsing. Kingsley stilled behind him and Gideon chuckled, imagining his expression. He couldn't move, his body wasn't responding to his suggestions yet.
Turning his head, he said, "Not done. Can't move, but I need… I want… Fucked. By you. This morning." He just stopped talking and spread his body across the bed. Kingsley was smart; he'd know what to do. Gideon didn't care about his orgasm; he wanted Kingsley buried inside him. He wanted to forget the last couple of days - if it meant being too sore to work, so be it.
Snapping out of his surprise at Gideon's loud groan, Kingsley acted quickly. He spread lube on his finger and stretched Gideon quickly. "Do you want it like that or would you rather face me?" he whispered against Gideon's ear.
"Can't move," Gideon said, then proved himself a liar and moved a pillow under his hips. He couldn’t turn around and face Kingsley, not when he was so torn apart by emotions he couldn’t control yet. He knew Kingsley didn't cause them, but he was there, and Gideon was trying to not… share them. Neither of them wanted that.
"As hard as you want, Shacklebolt," he said.
Kingsley wanted it really hard that morning. Having already come, he knew that the roughness wouldn't make him climax too fast. He entered Gideon quickly and then held his hips to help push him in tandem to his thrusting.
He wanted desperately to be quiet, just to show Gideon what it was like, but the feeling was stronger, and he started moaning and babbling loudly.
Gideon knew that Kingsley related volume to enjoyment, and Gideon didn't mind the noise. Kingsley's hands held him firm and Gideon finally relaxed enough to grunt softly as Kingsley leaned over his back. Turning his head, Gideon tried to kiss his face, but missed.
Pushing back onto his knees, Gideon covered Kingsley's hand with his own and helped him.
Leaning over a little more, and, in the process, getting even deeper inside Gideon, Kingsley bit Gideon's back, while he fisted his cock and pumped as hard as he was pummeling inside.
And Gideon still didn't make a single noise.
Giving up, Kingsley thrust faster and soon came again, his hand still wanking Gideon, waiting for him to come.
He almost lost all control when Kingsley bit him. Biting the inside of his mouth, Gideon flinched from the pain, but it distracted him long enough and he climaxed right after Kingsley.
Falling onto the bed, sweaty and sore, he turned his head toward Kingsley and smiled.
Kingsley mumbled something that Gideon didn't catch, and he rolled to the side, abruptly dislodging Kingsley's cock. "Sorry," Gideon said and he curled up, back to Kingsley's chest. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself, knowing his mind would reorganize itself soon.
"I liked that; you need to use those teeth more often." The sincerity of his comment surprised him; he had liked it rough. Yawning, he wanted nothing more than to burrow deep into the bed and sleep the rest of the morning. It was frightening how comfortable the thought was.
Instead, he asked, "Shower and food - but in what order?"
Sucking on Gideon's neck and playing with his hair absent-mindedly, Kingsley didn't answer right away. His stomach was rumbling, but they were a mess. "Shower first. Then food. Then back here for more of the same. Sound like a plan?"
"Oh yes," Gideon said. He'd been reduced to a quivering, stuttering mess already this morning, and he just agreed to more. Since he was lying wrapped in Kingsley's arms, he didn't move, letting Kingsley decide when they would take a shower. He could barely hear the small part of him mind that was nagging him to be careful, that everyone who knew them knew that Kingsley had spent the night.
It was too soon to be caught, and lying entwined and naked on his dirty bed was inescapably being caught. Instead, Gideon shut his eyes and concentrated on Kingsley's fingers as they threaded through his hair. He was relaxed, and more comfortable than he'd been the past two weeks.
It was incredibly comfortable, and Kingsley's eyes were almost closing. He opened his mouth to say, "I love playing with your hair," but caught himself before committing this terrible blunder. Fuck! I sound like a bloody girl!
He quickly moved away and slapped Gideon's bare buttocks. "Let's go, Lazybones. I'm starving. Let's get ourselves cleaned and then you can make me breakfast today."
Gideon started, but was too relaxed to complain. Stripping the sheets and throwing them into a corner, he walked to the bathroom and found two clean towels. Turning the warm water on until it almost burned his skin, he stepped inside, assuming Kingsley would join him when ready.
Kingsley stopped at the door of the bathroom for a minute, observing Gideon in the shower. He was enjoying Gideon's company immensely, but he felt he had to be careful so as to not behave foolishly. He was a bloke, and blokes behaved manly.
He walked inside and joined Gideon in the shower.
Gideon silently handed him the bar of soap as he finished. He leaned against the wall of the shower and watched Kingsley clean himself. He didn't offer to help and he didn't touch him. After Kingsley was clean, Gideon slid by him in the narrow shower, grinning as they were pressed shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip. He casually dropped one kiss on the end of Kingsley's nose.
"I'm going to make breakfast, Imp, come out when you're ready." After drying, he pulled on a pair of jeans. He wasn't going to attempt cooking naked.
He made oatmeal on the Muggle stove while he buttered the toast. Setting the table, he sat down and read the paper while he waited for Kingsley.
Kingsley pulled on his trousers and walked into the kitchen. He sat across from Gideon. "Any decent news?" he asked, munching on a piece of toast. He pulled his wand from the seam of his trousers and Summoned coffee from the stove. He laughed. "This can be officially my first legal magic! Can you imagine telling my parents that the first thing I did was to uncap lube? And badly?"
"You were a little distracted," Gideon said with a smug grin.
He tried some of the oatmeal carefully and then nodded appreciatively. "This is really good, Mr. Prewett. Almost as good as Mrs. Wilcott's. But she has had a lot of practice, since it's the only thing Grandpa eats for breakfast. And, according to him, only she can make it as good as Grandma used to." He looked away a little uneasily after saying this. It didn't escape him the implication of the affection between the older couple. He was really turning into a bloody girl.
"Does it bother you that they're…" Gideon waved his hand, trying to think of a tactful way to ask, "involved?"
"Grandpa and Mrs. Wilcott? Not at all," Kingsley replied, surprised with the question. "Actually, I think it's quite cool. Hey, my grandma died a long time ago and I'm happy he found someone. I only wish he wouldn't feel the need to hide their relationship. They're both single adults.
"I'd love to call Mrs. Wilcott 'grandma,'" Kingsley added with a mischievous smirk.
"It does seem strange that they are hiding it," Gideon said, wanting to laugh that he and Kingsley were also hiding… whatever it was called that they were doing, for similar reasons. Instead, he asked, "Has he told you any more Auror stories recently?"
Kingsley nodded, his mouth full of porridge. "His stories are turning more gruesome as I get older. Sometimes I wonder if he's just trying to tell me as it is, or trying to discourage me from being an Auror." He finished his breakfast and stood up, directing the dishes to the sink with his wand. Another flick and the dishes were washed.
"Show off," Gideon said, watching him.
"Hey, I can do them by hand, but it would take time. And that would take time from this," Kingsley replied, straddling Gideon's legs and kissing him on the mouth. Now that he was clean and fed, there was only one other thing in his mind, and it was to take Gideon to bed again.
Right at that minute, the fireplace sparkled in the living-room and a voice called out, "Kingsley? Gideon?"
"MUM?" Kingsley shouted, moving off Gideon's legs as far as he could, and rushing to the living-room.
Gideon, doubled over with laughter, barely managed to stay in the chair, hand stuffed in his mouth to muffle the sound. He had never seen Kingsley move so fast. Hell, he didn't move that quick for the prospect of sex.
It was something to remember come time for training; apparently fear of his mum ran deeper than Gideon thought. It was a shame that the Floo call would most likely dampen Kingsley's enthusiasm toward the bedroom, though.
"Prewett!" Kingsley called out, "come 'ere."
"Good morning, Gideon," Maura greeted with a smile. "I was hoping I hadn't called too early, but I can see that you both are already up and about, showered and all." Her eyes roved around the room. "You've performed a miracle - not only did you manage to get Kingsley up before the afternoon, but he's even made up the bed," she said, pointing at the sofa, standing pristine in the room.
He got me up all right, Mum. Kingsley couldn't look at her eyes. Elbowing Gideon playfully to disguise his uneasiness, he said, "Well, I guess I woke up earlier because I was in a different bed."
"I may have to Summon your sofa, then, Gideon, whenever I need to wake him up at a decent hour." She shook her head, laughing. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you to come for lunch with me. Maybe after that you can go to my father-in-law's for a little swimming. Would you like to do that? He'd be very pleased, darling, to see you and scare you with more Auror stories before you go to school."
"I'm afraid I could never part with that sofa, Mrs Shacklebolt. What would my brother do when he visits? He has to use it as well."
He didn't flinch at all, realizing a moment later how awful that comment was. Thankfully, the Floo had a very narrow width of view and she couldn’t see his hand rubbing Kingsley's calf apologetically.
"I don't know about Kingsley, but I'd love to say yes."
It wasn't really what Kingsley had planned for the day, but he could only agree after Gideon's eager acceptance of the invitation. "Of course, Mum. I'll grab my shirt and we'll be on our way."
Besides, he would be able to introduce Gideon to the cave, after all. Better late than never.
She closed the call and Gideon sat on the floor, watching Kingsley, "On our way? As in right now? What's the rush?"
He grabbed Kingsley's hand and pulled him down on top of him, "I didn't mean this very moment."
He knew Kingsley would most likely say no, especially right in front of the Floo, but Gideon wanted to tease him. He tugged on Kingsley's ears, kissing him soundly, "Besides, I can't wait to see you in a skirt again."
Kingsley swatted Gideon's head playfully. "It's a sarong, not a skirt. Where's your sense of fashion, Mr. Prewett?
"But I have a surprise for you at Grandpa's house. Do you still want to stay?"
"As you wish, of course," Gideon said, letting him go. He followed Kingsley to his room for a shirt, not paying much attention beyond the sway of his hips in the loose, low trousers.
In the bedroom, Kingsley put on his shirt and, winking at Gideon, picked up the tube of lube they'd used that morning. He looked at it, assessing how much was left and, shrugging, asked, "You never answered my question. Did you buy enough of this stuff?"
"How many times did you have it on the list? Four or five? I bought enough." Gideon laughed at the memory.
"It was embarrassing. The clerk looked at all of it, looked at me, then - eventually - closed his mouth and said, 'I assume you're not single then?' Actually, he had a cute pout. Much like yours."
Gideon shook his head, "Next time I'll give you the money and you can go in."
"I don't have a cute pout. And I don't mind going in and buying it, but maybe you should do it again, just to tempt the poor clerk. Was he drooling over you?"
Gideon kissed the end of his nose, "It's very cute. But I'll wait until you return to Hogwarts to tempt him. I think I might be busy until then."
Pressing the tube against his cock, Gideon licked his neck right above the collar, "Don't lose that, Shacklebolt."
He finished getting dressed and ran a hand through his disordered hair, patting it down, "Floo or Apparate?"
"Lose what, the lube or my cock?" Kingsley asked, laughing loudly. He pocketed the tube and pulled Gideon closer. Kissing him, he said against Gideon's mouth, "You bet you'll be very busy. I'll make sure of that." He let Gideon go, but held on to his arm. "Mum lifted the wards. Can we Apparate?"
Nodding, he took them to Kingsley's parents' home, separating immediately in case his family was nearby. The house smelled of bread and other things he couldn’t identify and Gideon sniffed the air appreciatively.
Maura heard the loud sound and came into the living-room. Kingsley rushed to her and kissed her noisily on the cheek and, after he released her, she hugged Gideon, asking him softly how he was doing. Then, a little louder, she continued, "Did Kingsley behave, Gideon?"
"He exceeded my expectations, Mrs Shacklebolt, honestly." Returning her hug, he said, "I’m better than yesterday, so I'm coping. Thank you for coming, I was thrilled to see your family there."
"I'm glad to hear that. And you know you can count on us for anything you want. You've been a very good friend to Kingsley. I can't tell you how much Mac and I are grateful for that; you are a very good influence on him.
"Now, why don't you two relax for a little? It's Lucille's day off and I'm making lunch. A friend of mine will join us, too, and I want to have everything ready before she arrives."
Gideon told himself he would not feel guilty for taking advantage of their trust. He knew that's how they would see it later. It was too much to assume they wouldn’t learn about their relationship. Gideon hoped it wouldn’t be for years, but again, he knew better.
Instead of sitting, he picked up something on the mantle above the fireplace and looked at it; anything to distract himself until he stopped worrying about their reaction to something that most likely wouldn’t last for much longer.
"Who's coming, Mum?" Kingsley asked, watching Gideon out of the corner of his eyes. He was observing an ivory carving with interest, but Kingsley didn't know why. It was a souvenir from their trip to Africa a few years before and, while it was intricately carved, Kingsley didn't know what Gideon found so interesting about it.
"Edwina Laurent and her daughter, Colette," Maura answered chirpily. Turning to Gideon, mostly to ignore Kingsley's horrified facial expression, she continued. "I play Wizarding bridge with Edwina; she's an old friend, who married a French wizard. We were very close growing up and I missed my friend when she moved to France, but we always kept in touch, through owl post and frequent visits. A few years ago, Jacques passed away and she moved back home, but her daughter stayed at Beauxbatons. She just finished school and is visiting her mother. I know you young men will be nice to her. Right, Kingsley?"
Kingsley, who was mimicking a gag reflex, closed his mouth and nodded sulkily. Fine, the Laurent brat would be around for lunch, but, right after that, he had a date with Gideon in the cave.
Gideon saw Kingsley's reactions out of the corner of his eye, concentrating on that until her words registered. Funny how quickly he was reduced to a twelve year old who needed etiquette lessons. Then he thought about Kingsley's facial expressions and decided she might have a legitimate reason for her comment.
Smiling, he teased, "Yes, Mum. We'll behave and even manage to eat with our flatware in front of the guests. I'll knock Kingsley for you if he forgets polite conversation."
Winking at her as she shook her head and muttered under her breath, he laughed outright at Kingsley's outraged expression. Gideon waited for two additional seconds after she left the room and closed the door to approach Kingsley.
Kissing him on the end of the nose he said, "Is she always like that?" He figured any other question would make Kingsley sulk even longer.
"Who, Mum? She always wants me to be nice to her friends' daughters. Some are fine, actually, but Colette Laurent is a bint. She only talks about marriage. She's wanted to get married since she was a little girl. I hated it when she came to visit or when we had to spend time with the Laurents. It was worse there, because she only had girlfriends - I reckon she frightened the blokes away with her talk of marriage." He laughed. "Even eight-year old blokes!
"She only wanted to play house and I was forced to be the father to the ghastliest collection of dolls you've ever seen. And after she grew up, it didn't get much better. She prodded me to introduce her to my male friends. You'll see what I mean. Run from her. Actually, we will run right after lunch." He looked at both sides, made sure the door was closed and kissed Gideon soundly. "You'll love my surprise."
He tugged on Kingsley's ear briefly, smiling at him after the kiss. "But Kingsley, you would make such a fine dad!" Ducking from his playful blow, he wandered away again, and ended up sitting on a sofa. "It will be nice to see your grandfather again."
Chewing his nails, Kingsley muttered an absent-minded "Yep." He shook his head, trying to dismiss the nagging thought that had just crept in. He had taken Marlene to the cave on his birthday, when he was upset at Gideon. He remembered clearly having her Scourgify the blankets and he was sure he'd put everything away. He just hoped she hadn't left a telltale sign of her presence there. Marlene took a giant handbag wherever she went and was known to forget things behind. Kingsley had often joked with her that there was no way she could hold an inventory of what she carried back and forth.
He decided to rush to the cave before he took Gideon there. Grandpa would offer an involuntary cover for a few minutes.
"He'll love to see you, too. He likes you." He moved closer to Gideon. "Listen, I need to get mentally prepared for the Laurent invasion. Let's go to my room and snog a bit? Just snog."
"Gladly." Gideon stood without another word and followed him.
"MUM!" Kingsley shouted, already rushing upstairs. "Gideon and I will be in my room, listening to music, okay?"
"Fine, but I want you downstairs when Edwina and Colette arrive."
Rolling his eyes, Kingsley answered. "Don't worry. We will be perfect English gentlemen and welcome them. We'll even kiss their hands." Turning back to Gideon, he mocked a gag again.
"Kingsley Shacklebolt, don't you get fresh with me!" Maura answered.
"LOVE YOU, MUM!" Laughing, he arrived at his bedroom. They walked in and Kingsley closed the door with his heel. Smiling goofily at Gideon, he took his wand from the seam of his dress trousers and closed the door with a spell. He quickly undressed completely, sending his clothes to the hamper, lay back in his bed and opened his arms to Gideon.
Gideon crossed his arms and stood in the middle of the room, ignoring the twitching of certain body parts, and asked, "Just what part of you did you want me to snog anyway?" Without waiting for an answer, Gideon crossed the room and grabbed his hands. He closed Kingsley's fingers around his bedposts and grinned at him.
He didn't undress and he didn't lay on the bed with him; instead Gideon leaned over and kissed him thoroughly. Sucking Kingsley's tongue into his mouth, Gideon teased it, mimicking the motions of a blowjob. With one hand, he pushed Kingsley's head to the side as he nipped his chin, moving slowly to his earlobe.
Lathering the lobe with his tongue, he moved away as Kingsley tried to grab the back of his head and gently wrapped his fingers around the bedpost again. As soon as Kingsley began to squirm beneath him, Gideon took his free hand and fondled Kingsley's balls.
Kingsley moaned once and Gideon let go with both hands. Whipping his head around to look at him let Gideon kiss him harshly, shoving his tongue deep inside then just as quickly, pulling out and stepping back.
Crossing his arms again, he said with an evil grin, "Go ahead, I want to watch."
"WHAT?" Kingsley yelled. "Gideon Prewett, you are a right git. Come here right now and finish what you've-"
He was interrupted by Maura's voice coming through the wall. "Kingsley. Gideon. Come downstairs. They're here."
At Gideon's alarmed face, Kingsley replied, sitting up in bed. "It's an intercom. She's downstairs and hasn't heard anything. I never leave my sound on. But you're still a git, you know? How can I go downstairs like this?"
Relieved, Gideon grinned and, pulling out his wand, pointed it at Kingsley's cock. He muttered a word and Kingsley's erection disappeared - in fact, his cock shrunk as if exposed to a freezing temperature.
'WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, GIDEON?" Kingsley shrieked.
"Just a Wilting Charm. Don't worry, it'll get back to normal soon. You told me I had to finish what I had started, didn't you?"
"You'll pay for this, Prewett. You won't be able to sit for days after I am finished with you." He strode to the closet and pulled a pair of khaki shorts on. He was tugging the t-shirt over his head when Maura called again. "Let's go, Git."
Completely humored by Kingsley's frustration, Gideon followed him, humming to himself. He wasn't looking forward to meeting any family friends of the Shacklebolts, especially after Kingsley's description of her. He did realize, though, that Kingsley might have overstated her opinion of things.
Right before they joined the company Gideon leaned forward and whispered, "Days, is it? I'm looking forward to that."
"Days! Weeks! You'll see. Say goodbye to that broom of yours for a while. You won't be able to mount it at all," Kingsley whispered back. He plastered a smile on his face and strode into the living-room. He kissed the older witch noisily and pecked the younger one on her cheek. Turning to Gideon, he introduced him. "Gideon, this is Mrs. Laurent, an old friend of my mother's and her daughter, Colette. This is my friend, Gideon Prewett."
Colette was standing next to her mother, striking a pose as if she was about to walk a runway. She was tall and slim, impeccably dressed and made up. She would have been a stunning beauty, had she looked more real and less like a painted doll. She extended a limp hand towards Gideon, saying, "How do you do?" in a little, studied voice. She was the picture of propriety, except for the glint in her eyes when she saw Gideon.
"The please is all mine, Miss Laurent." He knew that look; it had graced the face of many a Slytherin girl during his years at Hogwarts. They heard the word 'pureblood' and assumed that he was wealthy enough to keep them in style. He bowed politely over her hand and greeted her mother.
He hoped Maura didn't mention the funeral, he didn't want her thinking he had just come into money. If he wasn't so concerned with Maura's opinion of him, he would made sure very quickly that Colette would not find him interesting.
It was a lovely day, and Maura invited all of them to sit outside. She Summoned drinks and a wonderful appetizer, which Kingsley passed around. Colette, sitting on the edge of her chair, legs crossed at the ankle, spine perfectly straight, refused it and, talking to Kingsley but looking at Gideon, said, "I can't. I've just accepted a job as a model for Madame Saint-Germain, the famous Parisian designer. I hope you both can come to my first show." Sipping a glass of water daintily, she smiled at Gideon. "What's your line of work, Gideon?"
"A little of this and that," he said, "my brother is an Auror for the Ministry of Magic, and I help train the recruits."
He caught Maura's surprised look and smiled at her, hoping she didn't contradict him.
The glint in Colette's eyes diminished a little, but she maintained her perfect pose. Her mother and Maura went inside to get lunch on the table and she sat with the two men, making small conversation, ignoring Kingsley completely and concentrating her attention on Gideon. She asked a few questions about what exactly he did. But it was obvious that her mind was not into his answers.
Before she could ask him anything else, Kingsley thought about the perfect way to make Mademoiselle Brat be horrified about Gideon. In all her porcelain doll perfection, it was obvious that she would know nothing about Quidditch. "Gideon," he asked, making her close her mouth, "when is your next game?" At her inquisitive look, he continued, "He's also a Chaser for the Appleby Arrows."
He knew she wasn't aware of what a Chaser did, so he couldn't understand the sudden victorious smile on her face. And, worst of all, the glint had come back, stronger than before.
He didn't change his facial expression at all, but he wished for the cover of a table to kick Kingsley. Hard. "I'll be on reserves until next season; I’m only required to attend them now as protocol. It's not much fun when I'm not playing, so be glad I don't have any tickets left this season, Shacklebolt."
Whatever happened from here on out, Kingsley deserved it, Gideon decided.
"Oh, but you are a Quidditch player, then?" She looked at him coyly, "I'd love to see a match. Can you get tickets for me?"
"Colette," Kingsley said angrily, "didn't you hear him say that he doesn't have tickets? And since when do you like Quidditch? Do you even know what it is?"
Her eyes were hard. "He said he doesn't have tickets, Kingsley. But he may be able to get them for me. And explain the game to me. Won't you, Gideon?"
"I'd love to, Colette, but alas, I wouldn't be able to sit with you and explain it. I have to sit with the team, and visitors are not allowed there. With my status relegated to reserves, I lost my tickets. It's possible I'll have tickets next year, if you'd like to attend then."
Kingsley frowned at him, but Gideon ignored it.
"So, tell me about the modeling world. Are you excited to begin? Even I've heard of Madame Saint-Germain."
She smiled at him sweetly. "I am. My first show is in early September. You must come to Paris to see me, Gideon. Please?" she asked prettily.
Kingsley jumped off his chair. "See your show? What do you think he is? A cross-dresser? Why would he want to see a woman's fashion show at all?"
She just blinked at him, an unfathomable smile on her face.
"That might prove interesting, let me think about if, if you don't mind." He turned toward Kingsley, "By then you'll be back at Hogwarts and I won't know what to do with all my free time."
For a moment, he thought Kingsley would explode, but Maura entered the room and told them lunch was served. Instantly Colette stood held her arm out to him. With a fake smile, he took her elbow and led her inside.
Sulking, Kingsley followed them, berating himself for…everything. For having brought Gideon for lunch. For giving the bint the reason to feign interest in Quidditch. For not going straight to his grandfather's house and to the cave.
The cave.
He hoped Marlene had forgotten something there. Something telling, like lipstick.
Right before they entered the dining area, Gideon paused, "I almost forgot. Would you excuse us for a moment, Colette? I need to do something first.
"Kingsley, can you help me find that charm before lunch? I'm afraid we'll go to your grandfather's and forget all about it." Figuring that Kingsley would open his mouth and insert his foot, Gideon pulled him down the hall toward the library.
Once inside he quietly closed the door and he turned on Kingsley immediately.
"What in the hell were you thinking, telling the bitch I'm a Quidditch player! Are you trying to get rid of me already?" he whispered, furious and confused.
"What're you talking about?" Kingsley asked angrily. "I only said that because I wanted the ice princess to leave you alone. How could I imagine she was interested in Quidditch?"
Gideon took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "You didn't do it on purpose?"
Kingsley shook his head no.
"All right then, I’m sorry, Imp. I assumed you would know that being a sports star is like a magnet for her kind. Listen, let's have some fun with this. Do you want to?"
Gideon leaned forward, his hand holding the door shut and kissed him gently on the mouth.
Kingsley nodded eagerly. "What do you have in mind? We have to be careful, though, or my mum will kill us."
"Let's just wait until we go to your grandfather's house to swim. I bet that she'll come along. And remember, this is a game, Kingsley. Have fun with it."
"I hope she doesn't come at all, though. Now let's go eat. I'm starving - and I want to see her starve."
The three women were waiting for them and, at a stern look from Maura, Kingsley apologized and immediately pulled a chair for Edwina. Gideon did the same for Colette and Kingsley ran to assist his mother. Maura indicated the seat between Colette and herself to Gideon, while Kingsley sat between the two Laurent women.
Lunch was fabulous. Maura didn't cook everyday, but she enjoyed doing it once in a while. She had made grilled lamb chops with a savory sauce, salad and asparagus. Colette took two thin spears of asparagus and a few leaves of lettuce, peeking into the salad to choose just the green leaves. Kingsley looked at Gideon and they filled their plates.
"Colette, you should try the lamb," Gideon said, cutting a tiny piece for her and placing it on her plate after he carefully wiped the sauce off it.
Gideon cut himself a bite, dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth. Swallowing it first, still watching Colette with a smile, he said, "Mrs Shacklebolt, this is amazing."
"I admire your dedication to modeling," he told Colette softly.
She cut the tiny bite into a tinier piece and put it in her mouth. "It's really good, Mrs. Shacklebolt." She didn't touch the rest of the lamb, but cut the asparagus into very small pieces and ate them slowly. Turning to Gideon, she said, after carefully wiping the sides of her mouth. "I've always dreamed of being a model." She looked at him openly. "And you? Did you always want to be a famous Quidditch star?"
Maura looked up at these words, surprised that Colette knew Gideon played Quidditch. He had omitted it before, and she had read it as a sign that he wanted to keep it unmentioned. Deciding that it was none of her business, she continued her conversation with Edwina.
Kingsley, oblivious to the two conversations around him, chewed away. His mother was an awesome cook and this was a real treat. Now that he knew Gideon was not falling for the crazy bint, he was feeling much happier.
"It's simply a job that pays well," Gideon said. "The children are fun to watch. I don't want any of my own, too much work really, but I enjoy talking to them afterwards. They really get the most enjoyment from the game. Becoming famous was something I never considered, I'm still surprised by that."
Colette only registered one thing Gideon said. "You don't want to have children? Why not?"
Kingsley thought maliciously, Because he likes to kiss boys, dear Colette, so it's a biological impossibility. He didn't say anything; instead, he reached for the platter and put a few more chops on his plate. His mother had really outdone herself this time.
Gideon grinned at Kingsley briefly before turning back to her. "I'm surprised you would. Wouldn’t that ruin your perfect figure?"
"Oh, maybe, but by then I'll be married - I can't have a baby without a husband - and I won't be working any more. And then I can get back into my figure with time. In any event, there are models who have babies and lose all the weight right afterwards." She turned to her mother and Maura, who had stopped talking and were observing the conversation. "Like Suzette Barthez, Mum," she explained.
"Who's that, darling? I don't think I've met her."
"Blonde, short hair, looks almost like a boy."
Edwina shook her head. "I don't know her, dear."
Impatiently, Colette said, "You do. The other day you saw her kissing Bertrand Rousseau, remember? Behind the set? I elbowed you when I saw them." Turning to Gideon, she said, with a tinge of malice in her voice. "Suzette's not married - and Bertrand's not the father of her child."
"Oh! I remember," Edwina said. "But I didn't know it was Suzette. Actually," she turned to Maura, "I thought they were two boys."
"MUM!" Colette was scandalized. "How can you say that? Boys don't kiss boys!"
Kingsley, drinking pumpkin juice and sputtered it all over, doubling up in laughter.
"You all right there?" Gideon asked, not controlling his laughter much better. At Colette's awful expression, Gideon composed himself instantly. "Well, it was funny."
"Kingsley," Maura said, unsmiling, "Please clean your mess. You can do your own magic now."
Biting his lips to avoid laughing again, Kingsley picked up his wand and Scourgified the table cloth. "I'm sorry, Mum. I…I just…I don't know. Sorry, Colette, but Gideon's right: it was a funny comment."
"Funny? There's nothing funny about it. Have you ever seen two boys kissing? It's…unnatural! It's a perversion, Kingsley. Mrs. Shacklebolt," she said, indignantly, "How do you allow Kingsley to talk like that?"
"You're right, Colette. It wasn't funny. Not at all. It was actually a very sad comment, coming from a young, well-educated girl like yourself. Why can't boys kiss other boys? Why can't girls kiss other girls? If you knew what you're talking about, you'd understand it isn't unnatural or perverted at all. It's a kiss, Colette. It's an expression of love and affection between two people who care for each other." She turned to her friend. "I'm sorry, Edwina, for being a bit harsh with Colette. But I don't allow this kind of conversation in my house." Edwina was one of her oldest and dearest friends, but Maura hated intolerance.
Surprisingly, Edwina said, "I agree with you, Maura. Colette is much too conservative sometimes. Her father's family is like that, unfortunately. It didn't bother me when I thought they were two boys kissing at all."
Gideon leaned back in his chair, shocked and unable to express it. He'd heard Maura's opinion before, but it gave him some relief that if his and Kingsley's… whatever… came out, she wouldn't immediately hex him into oblivion. Of course, she was discussing two people she didn't know, and not her son. Furthermore, she was only half of Kingsley's parents. Gideon shuddered, thinking about how Mac would react; there might not be enough of him left for Maura to accept after Mac was done with him.
The conversation had put a damper on the lunch atmosphere. Colette was ashen, looking at her mother and at Maura, avoiding Gideon's face. When Maura offered dessert, she rose and asked to be excused.
Gideon and Kingsley had two servings of an excellent trifle, alone at the table, while the two women went to the library, where Colette was sitting. Maura asked her if she would like to go swimming with the boys, but she claimed fatigue and Apparated home alone.
Upstairs Gideon and Kingsley changed into swimming trunks, Gideon altering a pair of Kingsley's to fit him. Right before they came downstairs, Kingsley pulled Gideon into an embrace and, kissing him, said, "That bint knows nothing. Boys do kiss boys. And quite well, actually."
TBC