Cavemen
Title: Cavemen
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: R
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Caves have eyes - and ears.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And of course we'd love to have a nice rowboat - but we don't.
The index of stories
Kingsley and Gideon went downstairs to meet Maura and Edwina in the library. Crossing his fingers behind his back, Kingsley asked where Colette was. Upon being told that she had gone home, he made a sad face and said, "Oh, no! Gideon here was hoping that she would go swimming with us."
"I'm so sorry, Gideon," Edwina apologized. "Maybe another time? Or maybe you would like to have lunch with us one of these days?"
Maura was squinting at Kingsley, and, although he was avoiding his mother's eyes, he was sure that look meant nothing good for him. He knew she wasn't fooled by his sad face and he would probably get a serious talking-to when he returned home.
But he didn't plan to return home that day. He planned to go back to Gideon's.
Kingsley's habit of overdoing things would get them both in trouble, he thought. Entirely humored by it, Gideon bowed toward the ladies. He really wasn't much better; the Imp was a bad influence on him.
"Another time it will have to be," Gideon said, smiling at her. He turned toward Maura, "May I steal your son and go swimming?" She turned her penetrating gaze on him and Gideon stood steadfast, meeting her eyes until Kingsley interrupted them.
"Mum, Gideon and I want to go to the movies tonight. Can I stay over at his place?"
Maura's gaze softened. "Is it all right, Gideon? I'm afraid Kingsley is imposing too much on you."
Gideon shook his head. "There's nothing to do at my father's until this weekend, once Fabian is feeling better. Tonight is my last night to have some fun, since I have to go back to work tomorrow."
He glanced at Kingsley, "There's no such thing as imposition among friends. I don't mind at all. I have to leave before he gets up, so he can use the Floo when he wakes."
Gideon had felt they couldn’t escape quickly enough, but then, with Colette already gone, Gideon didn't feel the need to hurry any longer. He knew Kingsley would have to gather some things first. He politely said goodbye to Mrs Laurent and told her to tell her daughter that he hoped she felt better soon.
Kingsley was already running out of the door, on his way to his bedroom upstairs. He was mentally preparing a list of what he needed - a change of clothes, for sure. He had forgotten that Gideon would be going back to work the next day. That put a little dampener in his plans, because he wanted to go dancing that night. With a shrug, he decided they could just "dance" in bed.
Gideon followed him slowly, figuring that by the time he arrived, Kingsley would be ready to go. Something was niggling in his brain as he walked, but he couldn’t remember quite what. As he approached the bedroom, Kingsley was indeed shutting the door behind him, rucksack thrown over his shoulder.
He stopped and watched him swagger closer, eying his legs in the shorts and glad no one was in the hallway to wonder why. Then he remembered what was bothering him and with a startled look, glanced up at Kingsley.
"Where are the trousers you wore here?"
"Hamper," Kingsley said, pushing him in the direction of the stairs, "let's go."
"Eh, Imp? What did you have in those trousers? Please tell me you took it out of your pocket." When Kingsley looked at him blankly, Gideon rolled his eyes. He couldn’t say anything - he had almost forgotten himself.
"The lube," he whispered. "You might want to go get that before Lucille sees it and takes it to your mum."
"Oh, fuck!" Kingsley rushed inside his bedroom again. He was glad it was Lucille's day off, or she would have emptied the hamper already. He took the lube out of his pocket and stuffed it in the rucksack. He hadn't been worried about taking lube with him, because he knew he had left some in the cave.
The fucking cave! He also had to check it out before he took Gideon there. He should've known better than to leave with Marlene without doing a complete sweep of the place.
As fun as swimming sounded, he didn't want to go. He wanted to return to his flat and stay there the rest of the day tucked in bed. Gideon shook his head, as if that would dislodge the girlish thought. What the hell was wrong with him lately?
"Can we just Apparate to his house?" Gideon asked, "Or at least close by there? I already said goodbye and I don't want Colette's mum inviting me over for tea."
"Although it'd be fun to have tea with Mrs. Laurent and watch Colette sip one teaspoon of the tea!" Kingsley laughed. Turning his face to the bottom of the stairs, he shouted, "Bye, Mum! Bye, Mrs. Laurent!" He saucily grabbed Gideon's waist, kissed him wetly on the neck, and said, "Take me with you, you sexy beast!"
Gideon doubled over, knocking Kingsley to the ground, as soon as they materialized on Southwood's property. Laughing so hard he couldn't speak, he had to wait to catch his breath. Dropping to the ground beside him, Gideon said, "I wonder what your Animagus form would be. Meg used to own this bulldog when she was a little girl. I'm going to assume that. You are so over the top, Shacklebolt, it's almost endearing."
"And you'd be a prissy butterfly, flighty as fuck."
"Oh? You'd probably be a warthog, with that big round head of yours and your bellowing voice."
"Damn snake."
"Well, you'd be safe from any sort of Animagus bonding then."
"Ewww! No bestiality for me, Mr. Prewett. You'd be some exotic bird, with a squawking voice - a toucan maybe."
"I know, you could be a big ram."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What if I was a great big sheep? You wouldn't want to ram that?"
"That was terrible, Gideon. Really. I think that being so sweet to Colette addled your brain. Next thing I know, you'll be going to Paris to watch her show and find a nice frock for yourself." He ducked his head from Gideon's blow, stood up and started sprinting towards the house, shouting, "Last one there marries Colette!"
Jumping to his feet, Gideon ran after him, making sure to stay behind him. Which wasn't hard, as he wasn't a very fast runner, never had been. As Kingsley leaped up the steps to reach the front door, Gideon stopped and walked the rest of the way, winking at him.
"Maybe I want to wear a frock," he said with a serious face. Which he managed to hold until Kingsley's contorted with an awful expression. Smiling, Gideon said, "I'm really not into dresses, Imp. I don't think I'd want to wear one," just as Mrs Wilcott opened the door.
"MRS WILCOTT! I missed you!" Kingsley screamed, grabbing the old lady and kissing her cheeks soundly, in an effort to distract her from what Gideon had just said.
But her puzzled face, while happy to see them, showed that she had heard, so Kingsley continued, "Gideon and I were just talking about a Halloween party we'll be attending. The hostess, a friend of mine from school, wants all men to wear dresses and all women to be dressed as men. Please, Mrs Wilcott, convince this git here that being in a dress for one night will not demean his masculinity." Grinning goofily at the housekeeper, he hoped she had bitten. And that she wouldn't ask if it wasn't a bit early for a Halloween party invitation.
"Well," she said with a grin, "maybe you both can be dressed as cavemen - or women; the clothes were the same. So, Gideon, you can be dressed accordingly for the party without having to wear a dress, really."
"Right," Kingsley agreed happily; the idea of Gideon as a caveman in the cave was very exciting indeed. We can just put a bone on top of your hair, like a pre-historic bow, you know…"
He was tempted to tell Kingsley that he wouldn’t be dragged around by his hair, but didn't want Mrs Wilcott to keep thinking about it. Instead he rolled his eyes, "Why are all the birds always okay with men in dresses?
"Good afternoon, Mrs Wilcott, we've come to persuade Southwood to part with more Auror stories today." He winked at her exaggeratedly, "and maybe take a dip in the pool."
"Of course! He's been expecting you. He's in the terrace - why don't you boys go there while I prepare some lemonade?" She patted Kingsley's cheek. "Now you can have the special lemonade, too, sweetheart."
"Maybe just a sip, Mrs Wilcott. I'm afraid your regular lemonade is unbeatable." He'd die if he drank a whole glass of the stuff; he knew he had a very low tolerance for alcohol and didn't want to be drunk when there was hot cave sex waiting for them.
"For me as well, if you don't mind, Mrs Wilcott," Gideon said.
Thinking about Gideon in a caveman outfit with nothing underneath made his blood start going south, so he strode towards the terrace, waving at Gideon to follow him.
Southwood was reading the paper, and stood up when he saw the two young men approaching. He shook Gideon's hand warmly, hugged his grandson and invited them to sit down. "Thank you both for coming to entertain an old man," he said jovially.
"I don't know about Kingsley, but the pleasure is all mine," Gideon said. "And it has nothing to do with needing to escape Mrs Laurent's daughter."
At his quizzical look and Kingsley's whoop of laughter, Gideon said, "Your grandson here thought telling the model that I play Quidditch would deter her from trying to attach herself to my ring finger."
Gideon shuddered, "As if I want to marry someone who eats less than a butterfly might." He grinned at Kingsley.
"Ah," Southwood laughed, "He's still too young to understand those things, Gideon. He doesn't know much about feminine wiles. Kingsley, Gideon would be the perfect catch for her. His fame would bring her fame. Learn those things, son, for when your time comes."
Rather put out for being called 'too young', Kingsley answered with a scowl, "I don't have to worry about those things. I won't be a Quidditch star."
"Yes, but you may be a famous Auror, who knows? You have to learn to differentiate between the people who like you for what you are inside from those who like what you are in life. But don't worry. It'll come with time."
If Grandpa mentions my age once more… He changed the subject. "Grandpa, I think I forgot one of my Muggle tapes here the day of my party. Why don't you and Gideon chat for a little while I look for it?" It was the lamest excuse, and he knew that, but he had to get to that cave soon.
Gideon raised one eyebrow at the scowl; he often forgot how prickly Kingsley was about some things. "So soon?" he asked, thinking that Kingsley already wanted them to escape, "We just got here!"
Mrs Wilcott appeared with their lemonade, "Where are you going, Kingsley?"
"I forgot one of my tapes here, Mrs Wilcott. I was going to look for it."
"No need, sweetheart. You actually forgot a lot of things, and I put them all in your bedroom," she answered with the happy smile of someone who had done her duty well. "Now, sit down and enjoy some refreshments."
You don't have to marry my grandpa, you're already acting like my grandma, Kingsley thought viciously, but sat down, tapping his feet impatiently. He'd have to find another excuse.
Gideon, assuming that Kingsley didn't have other nefarious reasons for getting away, bit the inside of his lip as he accepted a glass of lemonade. He shed his shoes and propped his leg on Kingsley's chair under the table. He wiggled his toes inside the edge of his shorts as he sipped his lemonade.
"Did you attend Hogwarts?" Gideon asked suddenly.
"Yes, I did," Southwood answered, wondering what had bitten Kingsley. He seemed impatient about something. "I was a Gryffindor." He turned to his grandson. "Kingsley, what's going on with you? Why are you tapping your feet?"
"I'm feeling antsy, Grandpa," Kingsley answered, standing up. "I've been sitting for too long. I'll just go for a short walk while you too reminisce about Hogwarts, all right?"
"No," Southwood answered simply, "You're going nowhere. Sit down, please. You were taught better than that; you have a guest here and you will stay with him." His tone left no room for argument, and Kingsley sat down, with a small smile muttering "Sorry, sir," and tried to remember what Marlene had had in her bag that she could have possibly forgotten in the cave. In his mind, he counted three hairbrushes that he remembered seeing vividly - he'd asked her why she carried three and had got lost in the explanation of what each of them was used for. Had there been a fourth? He was sure she had put three back in that black hole she called a handbag. He also remembered several lipsticks.
He gave up. He was sure she didn't know what she had in her bag; how could he remember?
Whatever was bothering Kingsley was gnawing him ruthlessly, Gideon thought. He was curious himself now. It couldn’t have anything to do with him at this rate.
'Would you prefer I throw him in the pool?" he asked Southwood sweetly, "maybe he'll find his manners at the bottom."
"Hah! Very funny!" Kingsley answered absent-mindedly. "You try throwing me in the pool, Prewett, you're going right down with me."
Southwood laughed. "I would hate to see you two jumping in the pool with your clothes on, but why don't you change into your swimming trunks and cool off a little?"
"We have swimming trunks underneath, Grandpa," Kingsley said, starting to stand up. "May I?"
"Of course. As long as you don't go running all over the property," Southwood replied.
"We won't," Gideon said, "I've been looking forward to swimming all day." He followed Kingsley's lead and took his trousers off as well, folding them and setting them on the chair with his shirt.
Winking at Southwood, he waited for Kingsley to shed his clothes before pushing him into the pool. He stepped back quick enough that when Kingsley turned to grab him, he missed and as soon as he went under, Gideon jumped in beside him.
"YOU'RE SUCH A SLYTHERIN, PREWETT!" Kingsley shouted, sputtering water. "I knew I shouldn't trust you." He dove under water and, passing behind Gideon, lowered his trunks right below his arse. He came up on the other side, grinning at Gideon.
Gideon spit water out his nose, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling as he surfaced. Kingsley was on the far side of the pool and Gideon treaded water as he surreptitiously put his trunks back in place.
Taking a deep breath, he dove underwater and pushed off, crossing the pool to be next to Kingsley.
Who dunked him the moment he came up for air, then swam away again.
Sputtering, Gideon screeched, "Grandpa! Get him under control."
It took him a moment to realize why Southwood swiveled his head around so fast and Gideon blushed, realizing what he had said. He didn't retract the words though, smiling sheepishly at him.
Kingsley surfaced on the far end of the pool, whipping around as if he was afraid that Gideon would chase him. Which sounded like a fun idea to Gideon…
"Can't catch me, Prewett!" Kingsley shouted, at the same time that Southwood said, "Kingsley! Leave my new grandson in peace."
"New grandson?" Kingsley asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, he called me 'grandpa', so he's my new grandson," Southwood laughed.
Right before diving, trying to escape from Gideon, Kingsley said, "Another red-haired grandchild for you, Grandpa."
It took Gideon a few tries: the first two times Kingsley slipped through his fingers, slippery as an eel. Finally, instead of speed, Gideon opted to wait for him and stayed near the side of the pool, talking to Southwood until Kingsley approached him.
Pushing off the side, he tackled him, pulling both of them underwater, too close to the side of the pool for Southwood to see them. Holding him underneath until Kingsley quit thrashing, Gideon rubbed the front of his trunks, teasing him, and kissed him once quickly on the lips before letting him go.
Surfacing, he calmly continued his conversation with Southwood.
The cave! Now! I don't care if Marlene left a fucking banner with the words 'Marlene and Kingsley had hot sex here.' I'm taking Gideon there now. Bloody tease!
He shook the water off his head, swam to the opposite end of the pool and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist. His grandpa couldn't see what Gideon's little antic in the pool had done to him. "Grandpa," he shouted, "I want to take the rowboat out with Gideon. Is that all right?"
"Of course, son."
"Let's go, Gideon. A little exercise will do you a lot of good." He started walking down the path to the boathouse.
Gideon rolled his eyes. "Excuse us, sir. We'll be back after your afternoon nap." Grabbing a towel, and thankful he had more control than the Imp did or he'd be embarrassed to get out of the pool, he followed Kingsley at a leisurely pace.
Kingsley was by the boathouse, tapping his foot impatiently while Gideon meandered along, looking at the trees, stopping to throw rocks in the lake, anything to make Kingsley wait.
When he finally stood close to him, Gideon pulled Kingsley's towel away and leaned over, looking at the front of his trunks.
"See, I knew that spell wouldn't do any permanent damage, you seem to be working fine."
"Hah! It takes more than a puny spell cast by a Slytherin to make me wilt permanently," Kingsley answered, putting his hand inside Gideon's trunk and fondling his cock. "You, on the other hand…"
Gideon grinned and bent closer, giving his hand better access. "I don't seem to need spells when you're around. I might have to keep you; you're pretty good for my ego.
"Now, before you get so fogged with lust you stop thinking - again - tell me about that comment to your grandfather."
"What comment?" Kingsley asked.
"Another red haired grandchild? Who were you referring to?"
"Oh, it was a girlfriend of Santini's. They dated while they were at Beauxbatons and we thought they'd get married when they finished school. It was so serious that she started calling grandpa 'Grand-'" Kingsley stopped short. In his discomfort about what he had just said, he pulled his hand quickly from inside Gideon's shorts, making the elastic snap back on Gideon's waist.
He turned around quickly, motioning Gideon to follow him past the boathouse.
Startled, Gideon flinched even though it didn't hurt. Kingsley surprised him when he walked past the boathouse. Gideon began to question it, and chose to remain silent. He was uncomfortable as well, even the whole time he dated Sabrina, he didn't accidentally call her parents Mum or Dad.
Not that him and Kingsley were dating, or anything similar to it. Definitely not.
Scowling, Kingsley walked determinedly into the woods, through the narrow path, not looking to see if Gideon was following him or not; he didn't have to - once in a while he'd hear the sound of a twig breaking or a pebble being kicked out of the way.
He was feeling very strange and wondering what had come to his mind to say that about Cristina. She had been Santini's girlfriend and it was all right that she called Southwood 'Grandpa.' Now, Gideon…Why would he do that?
As he approached the cave, it crossed his mind that Gideon had been joking. Yes, that was it. He was a joker, that Mr. Prewett. Turning around, he grinned and, making a fake bow, motioned for Gideon to walk in.
'You've got to be kidding," Gideon said, folding his arms and stopping outside the cave. He had willingly followed Kingsley past the boathouse and down the path, figuring they were going swimming at the other end of the lake. He knew the rowboat was an excuse to get them alone, but a cave?
At Kingsley's astonished face, Gideon said, "You really expect me to want to have sex in a cave?"
"And why not?" Kingsley asked, surprised. "It's private, I brought soft blankets for us to lie on - what's the difference between a cave and the boathouse?" He shifted a little, feeling put out. He had planned this for Gideon and was disappointed with his reaction. As an afterthought, he said, in a small voice, "I even remembered the lube."
Suddenly feeling like a thoughtless git, Gideon took a deep breath and looked anywhere else. It wasn't like he had never slept outside, or on the ground. He couldn't quite figure out why this offended him. So what if there were bugs in the blankets? He was perfectly capable of shaking them out.
Smiling tentatively, he nodded once and walked in the cave. Kingsley owed him for this, but he didn't need to tell him that.
Kingsley followed Gideon inside, looking quickly at all sides and sighing deeply in relief; it seemed that Marlene had taken all her belongings with her. He stopped near a ledge and took a few blankets, which he sheepishly handed to Gideon. He hoped he would agree that they were soft. From a nook inside the ledge, he brought out a brand new tube of lube, and kept it in his hands, waiting to see what Gideon would do.
Gideon shook out a blanket and laid it on the ground, then repeated it with the other two. He was a little surprised that Kingsley had thought this through prior to today.
Kingsley was still standing still, watching him. Gideon watched him for a second; them dropped his towel onto the pile of blankets and tugged at Kingsley's, pulling him closer.
"Hello, Imp," he said, kissing him gently on the lips. When Kingsley still didn't move right away, Gideon licked his closed mouth, carefully inserting his tongue between Kingsley's lips.
It seemed that Gideon was fine with the cave after all. Kingsley was really confused as to why Gideon hadn't jumped up and down at the idea of cave sex. But the kiss proved to him that it would be all right, after all. Eagerly, he kissed Gideon back, separating their mouths just enough to whisper, "Cavemen had sex in caves, didn't they? I'd like to see you in your caveman costume right here." It didn't cross his mind that there was no caveman costume, that it had all been a ruse to distract Mrs. Wilcott.
Gideon nodded, "I'd like that," he answered, distracted. He slid one finger inside Kingsley's trunks and slowly curved around his hips until his hand pressed flat against the small of his back. He pulled Kingsley against his chest and let go of his mouth, licking his collarbone before gently biting it.
Kingsley tilted his head back, exposing his neck to Gideon. His hands had found the waistband of Gideon's trunks and he had slid them inside, softly caressing his buttocks. He was imagining Gideon in a caveman outfit and wondering how simply wonderful it would be to lift that little skirt.
Carefully sliding Kingsley's trucks down, Gideon waited for him to step out of them. Shifting his body until it pressed against Kingsley's hip, Gideon caressed his cock, grinning against Kingsley's neck as he groaned.
"I want to be inside you," Gideon murmured.
Kingsley jumped back quickly at these words. This was not at all what he had in mind. He stared at Gideon, eyes wide open, thinking about what Gideon had told him not too long ago - he could already see Gideon Apparating somewhere else where a willing bottom would be waiting for him. "What?" he croaked.
Tilting his head to the side, Gideon looked at Kingsley oddly, "It's not like you haven't done it before, what's wrong?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Kingsley bellowed. "How many times do I have to tell you that? And why don't you believe me?"
Gideon finally understood Kingsley's misunderstanding, and trying to keep a composed, confused face, stepped closer to him, running one finger down his chest. "You don't want it? But it feels so good."
Gideon would know how it felt. In reality, Kingsley had heard many, many times how good it was, moaned or shouted by a bloke bent over in a bathroom, or by a school friend under the bleachers. But he couldn't imagine having it done to him. Torn between desire and fear, he forced himself to shake his head, in a slow denial that didn't seem convincing even for him.
He stepped back from Gideon's touch and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see Gideon Apparating away, looking for something Kingsley wasn't willing to give.
He only wished he could also close his ears, so he wouldn't hear the loud Crack!
Not understanding why Kingsley was standing there with his eyes scrunched shut, Gideon finally grinned widely, wanting to let him in on the joke done at his expense. Instead, he didn't move and Gideon was really confused.
He stepped forward, not touching him until he lifted both hands to the side of his face and touched him, holding him still while he kissed his lips.
Kingsley flinched and opened his eyes, furrowing his brow at Gideon, obviously confused.
"You need to have a little trust in me, Shacklebolt. I get tired of explaining every comment I make.
"I didn't mean what you obviously thought. I want a blowjob, Imp." Kingsley opened his mouth to say something, and Gideon shoved his tongue inside, teasing him, not letting him speak.
"I want your mouth wrapped around my cock." Dropping one hand, Gideon wrapped it around Kingsley, fondling the foreskin. I want your tongue here, teasing him."
Kingsley shuddered and Gideon chuckled, "and I want you to do that again when I come in your mouth."
Feeling like an utter fool, Kingsley quickly dropped to his knees onto the hard cave floor; he could feel a pebble pressing into his skin, but he didn't give a damn about the pain. He pulled down Gideon's shorts and cupped his balls with one hand, while the other teased his cock. Looking up with a grin, he said, "You can fuck my mouth any time you want, Prewett."
Instead of watching, Gideon braced one hand against the wall and settled the other on top of Kingsley's head, scratching the stubble with his fingernails. He was the one shaking as Kingsley sucked him in and out hard. Letting go, he blew on him then swiped his tongue over the end and Gideon gasped.
"Do that again, Imp and I'll forget how to be quiet."
I'd like that! Kingsley thought. He stopped just long to say, "Here you can do whatever you want. No-one can hear us." He flicked his tongue on the tip of Gideon's cock again, quickly, teasing the opening, then stopped and blew again, all the time fondling Gideon's balls with his right hand. Slowly he moved it back, into the cleft of Gideon's buttocks.
"Fuck," he moaned, completely lost to the sensation. "Kingsley!" he yelled, legs shaking as he felt fingers creeping closer to where he wanted them. His hand clenched the rock, fingers scraping roughly over the edges. It provided the only logical feeling - pain - as he trembled, legs stuck in his swim trunks. He was unable to move, balanced by Kingsley's hand, the trunks wrapped around his legs and his hand clenching the wall.
Mumbling incoherently, he continued to encourage Kingsley, holding off his orgasm.
With a snort that made Gideon's cock twitch, Kingsley thought I can't believe I'm making this Ice Queen moan! The thought thrilled him and he continued with more of the same. He really wanted to put his finger inside Gideon, but he wouldn't do it without coating it first. Everyone had pressed onto him the need for proper preparation before, or it would be too painful. He didn't want to hurt Gideon. He teased the cleft with his finger, stopping the sucking and licking briefly to say, with a pleading voice, "Come for me, Gideon, please? I want you to come in my mouth."
Whining when he stopped, Gideon heard Kingsley say something, then take him in his mouth again. He tightened his hand, unable to process anything more than that as he came, letting go of the rocks to lean over Kingsley.
Taking a deep breath as Kingsley sat back on his knees, Gideon collapsed onto the blankets, tugging Kingsley onto him. He kissed him once then threw his head back, baring his neck.
Feeling incredibly pleased with himself, Kingsley thought that he finally had managed to give Gideon good head. Lying on top of him, Kingsley sucked on his neck happily, completely forgetting the fact that he had a pebble painfully incrusted in his knee. Moving his mouth up, licking Gideon's ear, he whispered, "What would you prefer, me in your mouth or in your arse?"
Gideon chortled before answering, "Arse, of course. I was dying, wanting you to put a finger in. I want your cock. Unless you don't want me to make any noise."
"I want you to make as much noise as possible," Kingsley answered, lifting his body off Gideon's to locate the lube. The damn thing was a little far from reaching distance, so he begrudgingly rose, walked the few steps with his erection bobbing in front of him, picked the tube up and came back already with the cap off and a big blob on his finger.
He knelt next to Gideon, let out a loud "ouch!" and plucked the pebble out with his clean fingers. Smiling at Gideon, he half lay on him and gently spread his legs with the back of his hand, his oiled fingers probing Gideon's arse.
Shuddering at Kingsley moved inside him - the Imp had big fingers - he asked, "Why didn't you do that earlier? You know how much I like it."
"I…I didn't have the lube," Kingsley said, apologetically, while, at the same time, inserting another finger.
"Imp? You didn't need it, not then." He took a deep breath at the second finger and grabbed Kingsley's shoulder, pulling him over for a harsh kiss. "If I'm far enough lost that I'm moaning, don't worry about the lube, okay? I want your fingers inside me, like this."
He lifted his hips off the ground, grinding against Kingsley's knuckles, "One finger won't hurt, I swear."
He closed his eyes to calm himself then opened them again, watching Kingsley. Feeling a little stupid, he stopped trying to remain calm and for once react.
Kingsley closed his eyes, fucking Gideon with his fingers, then not able to hold off any more - he was almost coming - he removed his fingers and used his hands to draw Gideon's legs as far against his chest as he could. Bending down and kissing Gideon roughly, Kingsley quickly coated his cock with his still oiled fingers and entered Gideon in one single movement.
"Yes," he began, cut off by the kiss. Frantically pulling at Kingsley's ears, he held on, continuing the kiss as he thrust inside. It hurt like hell - way too much sex - but Gideon didn't care. It also felt good. No, it felt great.
He moaned wildly, the friction burning him, causing him to tense, which caused more friction. Finally unable to stand it, he gasped, "Imp, slow down."
"AM I HURTING YOU?" Kingsley shouted, horrified. He had never been concerned about hurting any of the blokes in the bars, but Gideon wasn't any bloke - he was a friend. He didn't slow down, but stopped completely, his cock inside Gideon.
He shrugged, making light of it when he saw Kingsley's upset face. Interlocking his legs behind him, Gideon refused to let him go. "Just add some more lube, and don't you fucking pull out."
He tugged at Kingsley's ear to get his attention, "I wanted this, remember? Don't stop, Shacklebolt. Just slow down, enjoy it."
Kingsley thought about the logistics of adding more lube without pulling out, then resolved it by lathering his hand and coating his cock as much as he could when he pulled back. The tip wouldn't be coated, but that wasn't the problem.
Hoping that Gideon was comfortable, Kingsley diminished his pace and slowly resumed his movements. It felt very good, this slow fucking.
He let go and stretched his arms over his head, relaxing his legs until they rested on Kingsley's back and let him do all the work.
In a different way, this was worse. The burn was gone, there was no painful friction, but Kingsley was slowly rubbing the spot inside him that made him go crazy, and Gideon couldn't control his heavy breathing.
Embarrassed by the unexpected lack of control this caused, he pulled Kingsley down and kissed him, distracting both of them.
He wrapped his arms underneath Kingsley's and laid his hands flat against the curve of his buttocks, feeling the muscles flex each time he pushed inside. Even more surprising, Gideon was getting hard again. The constant rubbing from Kingsley's stomach against his cock was exciting him.
Attributing it to being something different, since Gideon had never had slow, calm sex with a man before, he dismissed the intimacy of it and enjoyed the leisurely pace.
Feeling Gideon's cock hardening against his body, Kingsley fisted it and coaxed it to complete hardness, then started pumping it to his rhythm, which increased more and more until he was pounding inside Gideon again. Gideon wasn't complaining, so he assumed it was all right. He just couldn't hold back, though.
Gideon's nails clawed into his buttocks and Kingsley just had to come. He thrust a few more times, wanking Gideon at the same time.
Kingsley came, practically yelling as he held himself still, only his hand around Gideon's cock moving. He finally fell to one side and Gideon scooted away to give him room on the blankets.
Reaching around for his wand, he cast Scourgify on both of them and rolled onto his stomach. He could hear Kingsley moving around, but Gideon didn't care. Too tired to move, he closed his eyes and relaxed.
Gideon looked like he'd fallen asleep. Kingsley wanted to relax, too, but his adrenalin was too high. It had been wonderful sex, and all that he could think about was when they could do it again. He chortled thinking that at this rate, the Arrows would be without their Chaser. Mounting a broom would be a hard thing to do if Kingsley had his way.
He wondered briefly why he felt horny, if he'd just had great sex. He knew he was a hormonal teenager, but this seemed to be a little much, even for him. He shrugged, dismissing the thought: it probably had to do with all the anticipation he'd built about shagging Gideon.
He looked at the man sleeping next to him, then stood up. He had a lot of energy to burn, and decided to go rowing for a while. At least he'd be able to tell his grandfather the truth when asked about it. He looked at his swimming trunks, pondering whether to put them on, but then decided to go naked. He'd jump into the lake, too.
He walked out of the cave in the direction of the boathouse. The little boat was hobbling on the water, and, as Kingsley bent down to untie the knot, he heard a whistle and a voice saying, "What a nice sight. Too bad you won't let me in that arse."
He knew the voice. Turning around calmly, he replied, "Good thing you know that you won't, Jack. How's going? How's Anna?"
Jack, the gardener's son and Kingsley's first male lover, was ogling him unabashedly. "We're fine. We miss you, though. Anna was wondering the other day where you were. I think she was hoping for a threesome."
"Eww, Jack! You're siblings! That's incest," Kingsley replied, pushing the boat into the water and quickly jumping into it.
Jack pulled his shirt off and jumped into the boat after Kingsley. "I wouldn't do anything with her," he said, ignoring Kingsley's scowl about his unwanted presence in the boat. "She and I would take turns with you," he continued, sitting back and eyeing Kingsley's cock. "I miss it," Jack informed him casually. "You don't seem to need a shag any more."
Kingsley rowed, the movement making his muscles move. Jack's eyes were devouring the sight. "I have a girlfriend now," he said curtly, not even a little ashamed about being naked in a boat with someone else ogling him.
"Who? The one who wears those miniskirts that cover nothing?" Jack asked with disdain.
"Her," Kingsley nodded. Marlene was not his girlfriend, but he hoped this would make Jack jump into the lake and leave him alone.
"I see. What about the bloke, then?"
"Which bloke?" Kingsley felt a cold shiver.
"The one you were fucking in the cave."
Oh, fuck! The little worm had seen them. He couldn't deny it, though. "He's a friend."
"A friend? You fuck your friends, then?"
"What's wrong with it?" Kingsley snapped, starting to row the boat back to shore. He had to get Gideon out of that cave. Jack was malicious.
"Does your granddad know?"
"Know what?"
"That you're fucking your friend?"
"No. Does your dad know that I fucked you?" He knew that the only thing Jack feared in life was his father. "And," Kingsley continued, "what would he say - and what would my dad say - if they knew we had sex when I was a minor? I was fourteen, Jack, and you were, what, eighteen? That's a sure ticket to Azkaban."
Jack was livid, but he still had an ace up his sleeve. "What about your friend there? Can't he go to Azkaban, too?"
"Nope," Kingsley shook his head. "I'm seventeen."
"And you're trying to convince me this was the first time you had sex? You both seemed to know what each other liked."
"Did you see me having sex with him any other time, Jack?" Kingsley asked with a falsely sweet voice. "I guess not. The time you saw it, I was seventeen. I'd advise you to get off this boat right now and keep quiet." He moored the boat and jumped into the water. Putting his head out, he finished, "And never go near that cave again, all right?" With that he got out of the water and walked back to the cave. He wanted to see if Gideon had woken up yet.
Gideon opened his eyes when Kingsley came back in the third time, "What is going on with you? You've walked in and out of here at least three times."
"Oh, I'm glad Sleeping Beauty woke up. Get up. We have some serious rowing to do before tea. By now Mrs Wilcott has finished her "nap" - he made a quotation mark with his hands, smiling mischievously - and Grandpa should be getting ready to go downstairs.
Gideon stood up, stretching, "Similar to my nap?" He asked, bumping shoulders with him. Picking up the blankets, he shook them out and folded them, putting them back where Kingsley had originally pulled them out. Leaning over to pick up his trunks, he flinched.
Well, he had asked Kingsley to make sure he remembered this day. He surely would.
Kingsley pulled on his trunks and carefully hid the lube in the back of the ledge, before motioning Gideon to follow him out of the cave. When they arrived at the pier where the little boat was docked, he looked around to make sure Jack wasn't anywhere to be seen. He wasn't and Kingsley held the boat for Gideon to jump in.
Gideon noticed that Kingsley was furtively looking around and almost asked. Instead, he climbed in the boat and picked up the oars, keeping it steady for Kingsley. "I'm glad we got to visit your grandfather. But I have an important question first."
"What?" Kingsley jumped in and started rowing.
"I'm getting hungry again, what should we do for dinner?"
"Hmm...it is a good question. We could go to London, if you want. Have dinner and then maybe go to Shaft or Heaven? Are you up for some dancing? Or do you prefer curry take out in your flat? We can still dance - horizontally."
"I'm not sure I can do anymore horizontal dancing, Imp. And as much as I'd like to go dancing, I haven't worked in weeks. If I go in tired and sore, I'll lose my job. Curry in my flat might be better, and if you're free, I'll go dancing with you over the weekend."
Trying not to sound too disappointed, Kingsley nodded. "I'm free this weekend." Then, as an afterthought, he asked, "But can I sleep over? Just sleep?"
"Of course you can. I expected you to." Gideon wondered what he would do the rest of the week when he had to sleep alone again. They docked the boat back at the boathouse and Gideon got out first, holding his hand out to Kingsley.
"Okay, let's go. We need to say goodbye to your grandfather, buy dinner and go home. Er, back to my flat."
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: R
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Caves have eyes - and ears.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys at all; if we did, their story would have a happy ending. And of course we'd love to have a nice rowboat - but we don't.
The index of stories
Kingsley and Gideon went downstairs to meet Maura and Edwina in the library. Crossing his fingers behind his back, Kingsley asked where Colette was. Upon being told that she had gone home, he made a sad face and said, "Oh, no! Gideon here was hoping that she would go swimming with us."
"I'm so sorry, Gideon," Edwina apologized. "Maybe another time? Or maybe you would like to have lunch with us one of these days?"
Maura was squinting at Kingsley, and, although he was avoiding his mother's eyes, he was sure that look meant nothing good for him. He knew she wasn't fooled by his sad face and he would probably get a serious talking-to when he returned home.
But he didn't plan to return home that day. He planned to go back to Gideon's.
Kingsley's habit of overdoing things would get them both in trouble, he thought. Entirely humored by it, Gideon bowed toward the ladies. He really wasn't much better; the Imp was a bad influence on him.
"Another time it will have to be," Gideon said, smiling at her. He turned toward Maura, "May I steal your son and go swimming?" She turned her penetrating gaze on him and Gideon stood steadfast, meeting her eyes until Kingsley interrupted them.
"Mum, Gideon and I want to go to the movies tonight. Can I stay over at his place?"
Maura's gaze softened. "Is it all right, Gideon? I'm afraid Kingsley is imposing too much on you."
Gideon shook his head. "There's nothing to do at my father's until this weekend, once Fabian is feeling better. Tonight is my last night to have some fun, since I have to go back to work tomorrow."
He glanced at Kingsley, "There's no such thing as imposition among friends. I don't mind at all. I have to leave before he gets up, so he can use the Floo when he wakes."
Gideon had felt they couldn’t escape quickly enough, but then, with Colette already gone, Gideon didn't feel the need to hurry any longer. He knew Kingsley would have to gather some things first. He politely said goodbye to Mrs Laurent and told her to tell her daughter that he hoped she felt better soon.
Kingsley was already running out of the door, on his way to his bedroom upstairs. He was mentally preparing a list of what he needed - a change of clothes, for sure. He had forgotten that Gideon would be going back to work the next day. That put a little dampener in his plans, because he wanted to go dancing that night. With a shrug, he decided they could just "dance" in bed.
Gideon followed him slowly, figuring that by the time he arrived, Kingsley would be ready to go. Something was niggling in his brain as he walked, but he couldn’t remember quite what. As he approached the bedroom, Kingsley was indeed shutting the door behind him, rucksack thrown over his shoulder.
He stopped and watched him swagger closer, eying his legs in the shorts and glad no one was in the hallway to wonder why. Then he remembered what was bothering him and with a startled look, glanced up at Kingsley.
"Where are the trousers you wore here?"
"Hamper," Kingsley said, pushing him in the direction of the stairs, "let's go."
"Eh, Imp? What did you have in those trousers? Please tell me you took it out of your pocket." When Kingsley looked at him blankly, Gideon rolled his eyes. He couldn’t say anything - he had almost forgotten himself.
"The lube," he whispered. "You might want to go get that before Lucille sees it and takes it to your mum."
"Oh, fuck!" Kingsley rushed inside his bedroom again. He was glad it was Lucille's day off, or she would have emptied the hamper already. He took the lube out of his pocket and stuffed it in the rucksack. He hadn't been worried about taking lube with him, because he knew he had left some in the cave.
The fucking cave! He also had to check it out before he took Gideon there. He should've known better than to leave with Marlene without doing a complete sweep of the place.
As fun as swimming sounded, he didn't want to go. He wanted to return to his flat and stay there the rest of the day tucked in bed. Gideon shook his head, as if that would dislodge the girlish thought. What the hell was wrong with him lately?
"Can we just Apparate to his house?" Gideon asked, "Or at least close by there? I already said goodbye and I don't want Colette's mum inviting me over for tea."
"Although it'd be fun to have tea with Mrs. Laurent and watch Colette sip one teaspoon of the tea!" Kingsley laughed. Turning his face to the bottom of the stairs, he shouted, "Bye, Mum! Bye, Mrs. Laurent!" He saucily grabbed Gideon's waist, kissed him wetly on the neck, and said, "Take me with you, you sexy beast!"
Gideon doubled over, knocking Kingsley to the ground, as soon as they materialized on Southwood's property. Laughing so hard he couldn't speak, he had to wait to catch his breath. Dropping to the ground beside him, Gideon said, "I wonder what your Animagus form would be. Meg used to own this bulldog when she was a little girl. I'm going to assume that. You are so over the top, Shacklebolt, it's almost endearing."
"And you'd be a prissy butterfly, flighty as fuck."
"Oh? You'd probably be a warthog, with that big round head of yours and your bellowing voice."
"Damn snake."
"Well, you'd be safe from any sort of Animagus bonding then."
"Ewww! No bestiality for me, Mr. Prewett. You'd be some exotic bird, with a squawking voice - a toucan maybe."
"I know, you could be a big ram."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What if I was a great big sheep? You wouldn't want to ram that?"
"That was terrible, Gideon. Really. I think that being so sweet to Colette addled your brain. Next thing I know, you'll be going to Paris to watch her show and find a nice frock for yourself." He ducked his head from Gideon's blow, stood up and started sprinting towards the house, shouting, "Last one there marries Colette!"
Jumping to his feet, Gideon ran after him, making sure to stay behind him. Which wasn't hard, as he wasn't a very fast runner, never had been. As Kingsley leaped up the steps to reach the front door, Gideon stopped and walked the rest of the way, winking at him.
"Maybe I want to wear a frock," he said with a serious face. Which he managed to hold until Kingsley's contorted with an awful expression. Smiling, Gideon said, "I'm really not into dresses, Imp. I don't think I'd want to wear one," just as Mrs Wilcott opened the door.
"MRS WILCOTT! I missed you!" Kingsley screamed, grabbing the old lady and kissing her cheeks soundly, in an effort to distract her from what Gideon had just said.
But her puzzled face, while happy to see them, showed that she had heard, so Kingsley continued, "Gideon and I were just talking about a Halloween party we'll be attending. The hostess, a friend of mine from school, wants all men to wear dresses and all women to be dressed as men. Please, Mrs Wilcott, convince this git here that being in a dress for one night will not demean his masculinity." Grinning goofily at the housekeeper, he hoped she had bitten. And that she wouldn't ask if it wasn't a bit early for a Halloween party invitation.
"Well," she said with a grin, "maybe you both can be dressed as cavemen - or women; the clothes were the same. So, Gideon, you can be dressed accordingly for the party without having to wear a dress, really."
"Right," Kingsley agreed happily; the idea of Gideon as a caveman in the cave was very exciting indeed. We can just put a bone on top of your hair, like a pre-historic bow, you know…"
He was tempted to tell Kingsley that he wouldn’t be dragged around by his hair, but didn't want Mrs Wilcott to keep thinking about it. Instead he rolled his eyes, "Why are all the birds always okay with men in dresses?
"Good afternoon, Mrs Wilcott, we've come to persuade Southwood to part with more Auror stories today." He winked at her exaggeratedly, "and maybe take a dip in the pool."
"Of course! He's been expecting you. He's in the terrace - why don't you boys go there while I prepare some lemonade?" She patted Kingsley's cheek. "Now you can have the special lemonade, too, sweetheart."
"Maybe just a sip, Mrs Wilcott. I'm afraid your regular lemonade is unbeatable." He'd die if he drank a whole glass of the stuff; he knew he had a very low tolerance for alcohol and didn't want to be drunk when there was hot cave sex waiting for them.
"For me as well, if you don't mind, Mrs Wilcott," Gideon said.
Thinking about Gideon in a caveman outfit with nothing underneath made his blood start going south, so he strode towards the terrace, waving at Gideon to follow him.
Southwood was reading the paper, and stood up when he saw the two young men approaching. He shook Gideon's hand warmly, hugged his grandson and invited them to sit down. "Thank you both for coming to entertain an old man," he said jovially.
"I don't know about Kingsley, but the pleasure is all mine," Gideon said. "And it has nothing to do with needing to escape Mrs Laurent's daughter."
At his quizzical look and Kingsley's whoop of laughter, Gideon said, "Your grandson here thought telling the model that I play Quidditch would deter her from trying to attach herself to my ring finger."
Gideon shuddered, "As if I want to marry someone who eats less than a butterfly might." He grinned at Kingsley.
"Ah," Southwood laughed, "He's still too young to understand those things, Gideon. He doesn't know much about feminine wiles. Kingsley, Gideon would be the perfect catch for her. His fame would bring her fame. Learn those things, son, for when your time comes."
Rather put out for being called 'too young', Kingsley answered with a scowl, "I don't have to worry about those things. I won't be a Quidditch star."
"Yes, but you may be a famous Auror, who knows? You have to learn to differentiate between the people who like you for what you are inside from those who like what you are in life. But don't worry. It'll come with time."
If Grandpa mentions my age once more… He changed the subject. "Grandpa, I think I forgot one of my Muggle tapes here the day of my party. Why don't you and Gideon chat for a little while I look for it?" It was the lamest excuse, and he knew that, but he had to get to that cave soon.
Gideon raised one eyebrow at the scowl; he often forgot how prickly Kingsley was about some things. "So soon?" he asked, thinking that Kingsley already wanted them to escape, "We just got here!"
Mrs Wilcott appeared with their lemonade, "Where are you going, Kingsley?"
"I forgot one of my tapes here, Mrs Wilcott. I was going to look for it."
"No need, sweetheart. You actually forgot a lot of things, and I put them all in your bedroom," she answered with the happy smile of someone who had done her duty well. "Now, sit down and enjoy some refreshments."
You don't have to marry my grandpa, you're already acting like my grandma, Kingsley thought viciously, but sat down, tapping his feet impatiently. He'd have to find another excuse.
Gideon, assuming that Kingsley didn't have other nefarious reasons for getting away, bit the inside of his lip as he accepted a glass of lemonade. He shed his shoes and propped his leg on Kingsley's chair under the table. He wiggled his toes inside the edge of his shorts as he sipped his lemonade.
"Did you attend Hogwarts?" Gideon asked suddenly.
"Yes, I did," Southwood answered, wondering what had bitten Kingsley. He seemed impatient about something. "I was a Gryffindor." He turned to his grandson. "Kingsley, what's going on with you? Why are you tapping your feet?"
"I'm feeling antsy, Grandpa," Kingsley answered, standing up. "I've been sitting for too long. I'll just go for a short walk while you too reminisce about Hogwarts, all right?"
"No," Southwood answered simply, "You're going nowhere. Sit down, please. You were taught better than that; you have a guest here and you will stay with him." His tone left no room for argument, and Kingsley sat down, with a small smile muttering "Sorry, sir," and tried to remember what Marlene had had in her bag that she could have possibly forgotten in the cave. In his mind, he counted three hairbrushes that he remembered seeing vividly - he'd asked her why she carried three and had got lost in the explanation of what each of them was used for. Had there been a fourth? He was sure she had put three back in that black hole she called a handbag. He also remembered several lipsticks.
He gave up. He was sure she didn't know what she had in her bag; how could he remember?
Whatever was bothering Kingsley was gnawing him ruthlessly, Gideon thought. He was curious himself now. It couldn’t have anything to do with him at this rate.
'Would you prefer I throw him in the pool?" he asked Southwood sweetly, "maybe he'll find his manners at the bottom."
"Hah! Very funny!" Kingsley answered absent-mindedly. "You try throwing me in the pool, Prewett, you're going right down with me."
Southwood laughed. "I would hate to see you two jumping in the pool with your clothes on, but why don't you change into your swimming trunks and cool off a little?"
"We have swimming trunks underneath, Grandpa," Kingsley said, starting to stand up. "May I?"
"Of course. As long as you don't go running all over the property," Southwood replied.
"We won't," Gideon said, "I've been looking forward to swimming all day." He followed Kingsley's lead and took his trousers off as well, folding them and setting them on the chair with his shirt.
Winking at Southwood, he waited for Kingsley to shed his clothes before pushing him into the pool. He stepped back quick enough that when Kingsley turned to grab him, he missed and as soon as he went under, Gideon jumped in beside him.
"YOU'RE SUCH A SLYTHERIN, PREWETT!" Kingsley shouted, sputtering water. "I knew I shouldn't trust you." He dove under water and, passing behind Gideon, lowered his trunks right below his arse. He came up on the other side, grinning at Gideon.
Gideon spit water out his nose, shuddering at the uncomfortable feeling as he surfaced. Kingsley was on the far side of the pool and Gideon treaded water as he surreptitiously put his trunks back in place.
Taking a deep breath, he dove underwater and pushed off, crossing the pool to be next to Kingsley.
Who dunked him the moment he came up for air, then swam away again.
Sputtering, Gideon screeched, "Grandpa! Get him under control."
It took him a moment to realize why Southwood swiveled his head around so fast and Gideon blushed, realizing what he had said. He didn't retract the words though, smiling sheepishly at him.
Kingsley surfaced on the far end of the pool, whipping around as if he was afraid that Gideon would chase him. Which sounded like a fun idea to Gideon…
"Can't catch me, Prewett!" Kingsley shouted, at the same time that Southwood said, "Kingsley! Leave my new grandson in peace."
"New grandson?" Kingsley asked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, he called me 'grandpa', so he's my new grandson," Southwood laughed.
Right before diving, trying to escape from Gideon, Kingsley said, "Another red-haired grandchild for you, Grandpa."
It took Gideon a few tries: the first two times Kingsley slipped through his fingers, slippery as an eel. Finally, instead of speed, Gideon opted to wait for him and stayed near the side of the pool, talking to Southwood until Kingsley approached him.
Pushing off the side, he tackled him, pulling both of them underwater, too close to the side of the pool for Southwood to see them. Holding him underneath until Kingsley quit thrashing, Gideon rubbed the front of his trunks, teasing him, and kissed him once quickly on the lips before letting him go.
Surfacing, he calmly continued his conversation with Southwood.
The cave! Now! I don't care if Marlene left a fucking banner with the words 'Marlene and Kingsley had hot sex here.' I'm taking Gideon there now. Bloody tease!
He shook the water off his head, swam to the opposite end of the pool and got out, wrapping a towel around his waist. His grandpa couldn't see what Gideon's little antic in the pool had done to him. "Grandpa," he shouted, "I want to take the rowboat out with Gideon. Is that all right?"
"Of course, son."
"Let's go, Gideon. A little exercise will do you a lot of good." He started walking down the path to the boathouse.
Gideon rolled his eyes. "Excuse us, sir. We'll be back after your afternoon nap." Grabbing a towel, and thankful he had more control than the Imp did or he'd be embarrassed to get out of the pool, he followed Kingsley at a leisurely pace.
Kingsley was by the boathouse, tapping his foot impatiently while Gideon meandered along, looking at the trees, stopping to throw rocks in the lake, anything to make Kingsley wait.
When he finally stood close to him, Gideon pulled Kingsley's towel away and leaned over, looking at the front of his trunks.
"See, I knew that spell wouldn't do any permanent damage, you seem to be working fine."
"Hah! It takes more than a puny spell cast by a Slytherin to make me wilt permanently," Kingsley answered, putting his hand inside Gideon's trunk and fondling his cock. "You, on the other hand…"
Gideon grinned and bent closer, giving his hand better access. "I don't seem to need spells when you're around. I might have to keep you; you're pretty good for my ego.
"Now, before you get so fogged with lust you stop thinking - again - tell me about that comment to your grandfather."
"What comment?" Kingsley asked.
"Another red haired grandchild? Who were you referring to?"
"Oh, it was a girlfriend of Santini's. They dated while they were at Beauxbatons and we thought they'd get married when they finished school. It was so serious that she started calling grandpa 'Grand-'" Kingsley stopped short. In his discomfort about what he had just said, he pulled his hand quickly from inside Gideon's shorts, making the elastic snap back on Gideon's waist.
He turned around quickly, motioning Gideon to follow him past the boathouse.
Startled, Gideon flinched even though it didn't hurt. Kingsley surprised him when he walked past the boathouse. Gideon began to question it, and chose to remain silent. He was uncomfortable as well, even the whole time he dated Sabrina, he didn't accidentally call her parents Mum or Dad.
Not that him and Kingsley were dating, or anything similar to it. Definitely not.
Scowling, Kingsley walked determinedly into the woods, through the narrow path, not looking to see if Gideon was following him or not; he didn't have to - once in a while he'd hear the sound of a twig breaking or a pebble being kicked out of the way.
He was feeling very strange and wondering what had come to his mind to say that about Cristina. She had been Santini's girlfriend and it was all right that she called Southwood 'Grandpa.' Now, Gideon…Why would he do that?
As he approached the cave, it crossed his mind that Gideon had been joking. Yes, that was it. He was a joker, that Mr. Prewett. Turning around, he grinned and, making a fake bow, motioned for Gideon to walk in.
'You've got to be kidding," Gideon said, folding his arms and stopping outside the cave. He had willingly followed Kingsley past the boathouse and down the path, figuring they were going swimming at the other end of the lake. He knew the rowboat was an excuse to get them alone, but a cave?
At Kingsley's astonished face, Gideon said, "You really expect me to want to have sex in a cave?"
"And why not?" Kingsley asked, surprised. "It's private, I brought soft blankets for us to lie on - what's the difference between a cave and the boathouse?" He shifted a little, feeling put out. He had planned this for Gideon and was disappointed with his reaction. As an afterthought, he said, in a small voice, "I even remembered the lube."
Suddenly feeling like a thoughtless git, Gideon took a deep breath and looked anywhere else. It wasn't like he had never slept outside, or on the ground. He couldn't quite figure out why this offended him. So what if there were bugs in the blankets? He was perfectly capable of shaking them out.
Smiling tentatively, he nodded once and walked in the cave. Kingsley owed him for this, but he didn't need to tell him that.
Kingsley followed Gideon inside, looking quickly at all sides and sighing deeply in relief; it seemed that Marlene had taken all her belongings with her. He stopped near a ledge and took a few blankets, which he sheepishly handed to Gideon. He hoped he would agree that they were soft. From a nook inside the ledge, he brought out a brand new tube of lube, and kept it in his hands, waiting to see what Gideon would do.
Gideon shook out a blanket and laid it on the ground, then repeated it with the other two. He was a little surprised that Kingsley had thought this through prior to today.
Kingsley was still standing still, watching him. Gideon watched him for a second; them dropped his towel onto the pile of blankets and tugged at Kingsley's, pulling him closer.
"Hello, Imp," he said, kissing him gently on the lips. When Kingsley still didn't move right away, Gideon licked his closed mouth, carefully inserting his tongue between Kingsley's lips.
It seemed that Gideon was fine with the cave after all. Kingsley was really confused as to why Gideon hadn't jumped up and down at the idea of cave sex. But the kiss proved to him that it would be all right, after all. Eagerly, he kissed Gideon back, separating their mouths just enough to whisper, "Cavemen had sex in caves, didn't they? I'd like to see you in your caveman costume right here." It didn't cross his mind that there was no caveman costume, that it had all been a ruse to distract Mrs. Wilcott.
Gideon nodded, "I'd like that," he answered, distracted. He slid one finger inside Kingsley's trunks and slowly curved around his hips until his hand pressed flat against the small of his back. He pulled Kingsley against his chest and let go of his mouth, licking his collarbone before gently biting it.
Kingsley tilted his head back, exposing his neck to Gideon. His hands had found the waistband of Gideon's trunks and he had slid them inside, softly caressing his buttocks. He was imagining Gideon in a caveman outfit and wondering how simply wonderful it would be to lift that little skirt.
Carefully sliding Kingsley's trucks down, Gideon waited for him to step out of them. Shifting his body until it pressed against Kingsley's hip, Gideon caressed his cock, grinning against Kingsley's neck as he groaned.
"I want to be inside you," Gideon murmured.
Kingsley jumped back quickly at these words. This was not at all what he had in mind. He stared at Gideon, eyes wide open, thinking about what Gideon had told him not too long ago - he could already see Gideon Apparating somewhere else where a willing bottom would be waiting for him. "What?" he croaked.
Tilting his head to the side, Gideon looked at Kingsley oddly, "It's not like you haven't done it before, what's wrong?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Kingsley bellowed. "How many times do I have to tell you that? And why don't you believe me?"
Gideon finally understood Kingsley's misunderstanding, and trying to keep a composed, confused face, stepped closer to him, running one finger down his chest. "You don't want it? But it feels so good."
Gideon would know how it felt. In reality, Kingsley had heard many, many times how good it was, moaned or shouted by a bloke bent over in a bathroom, or by a school friend under the bleachers. But he couldn't imagine having it done to him. Torn between desire and fear, he forced himself to shake his head, in a slow denial that didn't seem convincing even for him.
He stepped back from Gideon's touch and closed his eyes. He didn't want to see Gideon Apparating away, looking for something Kingsley wasn't willing to give.
He only wished he could also close his ears, so he wouldn't hear the loud Crack!
Not understanding why Kingsley was standing there with his eyes scrunched shut, Gideon finally grinned widely, wanting to let him in on the joke done at his expense. Instead, he didn't move and Gideon was really confused.
He stepped forward, not touching him until he lifted both hands to the side of his face and touched him, holding him still while he kissed his lips.
Kingsley flinched and opened his eyes, furrowing his brow at Gideon, obviously confused.
"You need to have a little trust in me, Shacklebolt. I get tired of explaining every comment I make.
"I didn't mean what you obviously thought. I want a blowjob, Imp." Kingsley opened his mouth to say something, and Gideon shoved his tongue inside, teasing him, not letting him speak.
"I want your mouth wrapped around my cock." Dropping one hand, Gideon wrapped it around Kingsley, fondling the foreskin. I want your tongue here, teasing him."
Kingsley shuddered and Gideon chuckled, "and I want you to do that again when I come in your mouth."
Feeling like an utter fool, Kingsley quickly dropped to his knees onto the hard cave floor; he could feel a pebble pressing into his skin, but he didn't give a damn about the pain. He pulled down Gideon's shorts and cupped his balls with one hand, while the other teased his cock. Looking up with a grin, he said, "You can fuck my mouth any time you want, Prewett."
Instead of watching, Gideon braced one hand against the wall and settled the other on top of Kingsley's head, scratching the stubble with his fingernails. He was the one shaking as Kingsley sucked him in and out hard. Letting go, he blew on him then swiped his tongue over the end and Gideon gasped.
"Do that again, Imp and I'll forget how to be quiet."
I'd like that! Kingsley thought. He stopped just long to say, "Here you can do whatever you want. No-one can hear us." He flicked his tongue on the tip of Gideon's cock again, quickly, teasing the opening, then stopped and blew again, all the time fondling Gideon's balls with his right hand. Slowly he moved it back, into the cleft of Gideon's buttocks.
"Fuck," he moaned, completely lost to the sensation. "Kingsley!" he yelled, legs shaking as he felt fingers creeping closer to where he wanted them. His hand clenched the rock, fingers scraping roughly over the edges. It provided the only logical feeling - pain - as he trembled, legs stuck in his swim trunks. He was unable to move, balanced by Kingsley's hand, the trunks wrapped around his legs and his hand clenching the wall.
Mumbling incoherently, he continued to encourage Kingsley, holding off his orgasm.
With a snort that made Gideon's cock twitch, Kingsley thought I can't believe I'm making this Ice Queen moan! The thought thrilled him and he continued with more of the same. He really wanted to put his finger inside Gideon, but he wouldn't do it without coating it first. Everyone had pressed onto him the need for proper preparation before, or it would be too painful. He didn't want to hurt Gideon. He teased the cleft with his finger, stopping the sucking and licking briefly to say, with a pleading voice, "Come for me, Gideon, please? I want you to come in my mouth."
Whining when he stopped, Gideon heard Kingsley say something, then take him in his mouth again. He tightened his hand, unable to process anything more than that as he came, letting go of the rocks to lean over Kingsley.
Taking a deep breath as Kingsley sat back on his knees, Gideon collapsed onto the blankets, tugging Kingsley onto him. He kissed him once then threw his head back, baring his neck.
Feeling incredibly pleased with himself, Kingsley thought that he finally had managed to give Gideon good head. Lying on top of him, Kingsley sucked on his neck happily, completely forgetting the fact that he had a pebble painfully incrusted in his knee. Moving his mouth up, licking Gideon's ear, he whispered, "What would you prefer, me in your mouth or in your arse?"
Gideon chortled before answering, "Arse, of course. I was dying, wanting you to put a finger in. I want your cock. Unless you don't want me to make any noise."
"I want you to make as much noise as possible," Kingsley answered, lifting his body off Gideon's to locate the lube. The damn thing was a little far from reaching distance, so he begrudgingly rose, walked the few steps with his erection bobbing in front of him, picked the tube up and came back already with the cap off and a big blob on his finger.
He knelt next to Gideon, let out a loud "ouch!" and plucked the pebble out with his clean fingers. Smiling at Gideon, he half lay on him and gently spread his legs with the back of his hand, his oiled fingers probing Gideon's arse.
Shuddering at Kingsley moved inside him - the Imp had big fingers - he asked, "Why didn't you do that earlier? You know how much I like it."
"I…I didn't have the lube," Kingsley said, apologetically, while, at the same time, inserting another finger.
"Imp? You didn't need it, not then." He took a deep breath at the second finger and grabbed Kingsley's shoulder, pulling him over for a harsh kiss. "If I'm far enough lost that I'm moaning, don't worry about the lube, okay? I want your fingers inside me, like this."
He lifted his hips off the ground, grinding against Kingsley's knuckles, "One finger won't hurt, I swear."
He closed his eyes to calm himself then opened them again, watching Kingsley. Feeling a little stupid, he stopped trying to remain calm and for once react.
Kingsley closed his eyes, fucking Gideon with his fingers, then not able to hold off any more - he was almost coming - he removed his fingers and used his hands to draw Gideon's legs as far against his chest as he could. Bending down and kissing Gideon roughly, Kingsley quickly coated his cock with his still oiled fingers and entered Gideon in one single movement.
"Yes," he began, cut off by the kiss. Frantically pulling at Kingsley's ears, he held on, continuing the kiss as he thrust inside. It hurt like hell - way too much sex - but Gideon didn't care. It also felt good. No, it felt great.
He moaned wildly, the friction burning him, causing him to tense, which caused more friction. Finally unable to stand it, he gasped, "Imp, slow down."
"AM I HURTING YOU?" Kingsley shouted, horrified. He had never been concerned about hurting any of the blokes in the bars, but Gideon wasn't any bloke - he was a friend. He didn't slow down, but stopped completely, his cock inside Gideon.
He shrugged, making light of it when he saw Kingsley's upset face. Interlocking his legs behind him, Gideon refused to let him go. "Just add some more lube, and don't you fucking pull out."
He tugged at Kingsley's ear to get his attention, "I wanted this, remember? Don't stop, Shacklebolt. Just slow down, enjoy it."
Kingsley thought about the logistics of adding more lube without pulling out, then resolved it by lathering his hand and coating his cock as much as he could when he pulled back. The tip wouldn't be coated, but that wasn't the problem.
Hoping that Gideon was comfortable, Kingsley diminished his pace and slowly resumed his movements. It felt very good, this slow fucking.
He let go and stretched his arms over his head, relaxing his legs until they rested on Kingsley's back and let him do all the work.
In a different way, this was worse. The burn was gone, there was no painful friction, but Kingsley was slowly rubbing the spot inside him that made him go crazy, and Gideon couldn't control his heavy breathing.
Embarrassed by the unexpected lack of control this caused, he pulled Kingsley down and kissed him, distracting both of them.
He wrapped his arms underneath Kingsley's and laid his hands flat against the curve of his buttocks, feeling the muscles flex each time he pushed inside. Even more surprising, Gideon was getting hard again. The constant rubbing from Kingsley's stomach against his cock was exciting him.
Attributing it to being something different, since Gideon had never had slow, calm sex with a man before, he dismissed the intimacy of it and enjoyed the leisurely pace.
Feeling Gideon's cock hardening against his body, Kingsley fisted it and coaxed it to complete hardness, then started pumping it to his rhythm, which increased more and more until he was pounding inside Gideon again. Gideon wasn't complaining, so he assumed it was all right. He just couldn't hold back, though.
Gideon's nails clawed into his buttocks and Kingsley just had to come. He thrust a few more times, wanking Gideon at the same time.
Kingsley came, practically yelling as he held himself still, only his hand around Gideon's cock moving. He finally fell to one side and Gideon scooted away to give him room on the blankets.
Reaching around for his wand, he cast Scourgify on both of them and rolled onto his stomach. He could hear Kingsley moving around, but Gideon didn't care. Too tired to move, he closed his eyes and relaxed.
Gideon looked like he'd fallen asleep. Kingsley wanted to relax, too, but his adrenalin was too high. It had been wonderful sex, and all that he could think about was when they could do it again. He chortled thinking that at this rate, the Arrows would be without their Chaser. Mounting a broom would be a hard thing to do if Kingsley had his way.
He wondered briefly why he felt horny, if he'd just had great sex. He knew he was a hormonal teenager, but this seemed to be a little much, even for him. He shrugged, dismissing the thought: it probably had to do with all the anticipation he'd built about shagging Gideon.
He looked at the man sleeping next to him, then stood up. He had a lot of energy to burn, and decided to go rowing for a while. At least he'd be able to tell his grandfather the truth when asked about it. He looked at his swimming trunks, pondering whether to put them on, but then decided to go naked. He'd jump into the lake, too.
He walked out of the cave in the direction of the boathouse. The little boat was hobbling on the water, and, as Kingsley bent down to untie the knot, he heard a whistle and a voice saying, "What a nice sight. Too bad you won't let me in that arse."
He knew the voice. Turning around calmly, he replied, "Good thing you know that you won't, Jack. How's going? How's Anna?"
Jack, the gardener's son and Kingsley's first male lover, was ogling him unabashedly. "We're fine. We miss you, though. Anna was wondering the other day where you were. I think she was hoping for a threesome."
"Eww, Jack! You're siblings! That's incest," Kingsley replied, pushing the boat into the water and quickly jumping into it.
Jack pulled his shirt off and jumped into the boat after Kingsley. "I wouldn't do anything with her," he said, ignoring Kingsley's scowl about his unwanted presence in the boat. "She and I would take turns with you," he continued, sitting back and eyeing Kingsley's cock. "I miss it," Jack informed him casually. "You don't seem to need a shag any more."
Kingsley rowed, the movement making his muscles move. Jack's eyes were devouring the sight. "I have a girlfriend now," he said curtly, not even a little ashamed about being naked in a boat with someone else ogling him.
"Who? The one who wears those miniskirts that cover nothing?" Jack asked with disdain.
"Her," Kingsley nodded. Marlene was not his girlfriend, but he hoped this would make Jack jump into the lake and leave him alone.
"I see. What about the bloke, then?"
"Which bloke?" Kingsley felt a cold shiver.
"The one you were fucking in the cave."
Oh, fuck! The little worm had seen them. He couldn't deny it, though. "He's a friend."
"A friend? You fuck your friends, then?"
"What's wrong with it?" Kingsley snapped, starting to row the boat back to shore. He had to get Gideon out of that cave. Jack was malicious.
"Does your granddad know?"
"Know what?"
"That you're fucking your friend?"
"No. Does your dad know that I fucked you?" He knew that the only thing Jack feared in life was his father. "And," Kingsley continued, "what would he say - and what would my dad say - if they knew we had sex when I was a minor? I was fourteen, Jack, and you were, what, eighteen? That's a sure ticket to Azkaban."
Jack was livid, but he still had an ace up his sleeve. "What about your friend there? Can't he go to Azkaban, too?"
"Nope," Kingsley shook his head. "I'm seventeen."
"And you're trying to convince me this was the first time you had sex? You both seemed to know what each other liked."
"Did you see me having sex with him any other time, Jack?" Kingsley asked with a falsely sweet voice. "I guess not. The time you saw it, I was seventeen. I'd advise you to get off this boat right now and keep quiet." He moored the boat and jumped into the water. Putting his head out, he finished, "And never go near that cave again, all right?" With that he got out of the water and walked back to the cave. He wanted to see if Gideon had woken up yet.
Gideon opened his eyes when Kingsley came back in the third time, "What is going on with you? You've walked in and out of here at least three times."
"Oh, I'm glad Sleeping Beauty woke up. Get up. We have some serious rowing to do before tea. By now Mrs Wilcott has finished her "nap" - he made a quotation mark with his hands, smiling mischievously - and Grandpa should be getting ready to go downstairs.
Gideon stood up, stretching, "Similar to my nap?" He asked, bumping shoulders with him. Picking up the blankets, he shook them out and folded them, putting them back where Kingsley had originally pulled them out. Leaning over to pick up his trunks, he flinched.
Well, he had asked Kingsley to make sure he remembered this day. He surely would.
Kingsley pulled on his trunks and carefully hid the lube in the back of the ledge, before motioning Gideon to follow him out of the cave. When they arrived at the pier where the little boat was docked, he looked around to make sure Jack wasn't anywhere to be seen. He wasn't and Kingsley held the boat for Gideon to jump in.
Gideon noticed that Kingsley was furtively looking around and almost asked. Instead, he climbed in the boat and picked up the oars, keeping it steady for Kingsley. "I'm glad we got to visit your grandfather. But I have an important question first."
"What?" Kingsley jumped in and started rowing.
"I'm getting hungry again, what should we do for dinner?"
"Hmm...it is a good question. We could go to London, if you want. Have dinner and then maybe go to Shaft or Heaven? Are you up for some dancing? Or do you prefer curry take out in your flat? We can still dance - horizontally."
"I'm not sure I can do anymore horizontal dancing, Imp. And as much as I'd like to go dancing, I haven't worked in weeks. If I go in tired and sore, I'll lose my job. Curry in my flat might be better, and if you're free, I'll go dancing with you over the weekend."
Trying not to sound too disappointed, Kingsley nodded. "I'm free this weekend." Then, as an afterthought, he asked, "But can I sleep over? Just sleep?"
"Of course you can. I expected you to." Gideon wondered what he would do the rest of the week when he had to sleep alone again. They docked the boat back at the boathouse and Gideon got out first, holding his hand out to Kingsley.
"Okay, let's go. We need to say goodbye to your grandfather, buy dinner and go home. Er, back to my flat."