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Indulging in stream of consciousness, which I had no idea was so much fun to write. I don't know when this will reach you, but hopefully sooner rather than later. *squishes*
Things Gideon Thought about Gus after their First Meeting
He turned around and went slowly down the short flight of stairs leading to the front door. He didn't look back, but he could still feel the sensation of Augustus' lips on his own. He'd tasted like, well, the ale he'd had a little too much of. Like the dinner he'd had before probably. And somewhere underneath all that was what he really tasted like. It had been a strange blend all in all, strange, but not unpleasant.
Also, the way he moved. Hidden under what was unmistakably clothing well out of most people's pricing range was a lean, young body, looking at ease, but full of energy and a sort of physical impatience he was too well-bred to really show. He was a little shorter than him, by about an inch or one-and-a-half, which made him dreadfully curious of what it would feel like to stand behind him and look over his shoulder. Whisper in his ear. Make him laugh. He really must see that laugh again.
He couldn't really say for sure why he'd walked away just now. The later it had got in the pub, the more he was certain that he wanted him in his bed, but that it wouldn't be tonight. Some of it was due to the amount they'd both drunk, although that had never really deterred him before, so he couldn't be too certain. Kissing Augustus had made him sure that this would need time, which was a curious thing, really, because Augustus was more than eager and very clearly no blushing virgin. Which, admittedly, would've been strange anyway in someone who'd just come away from seven years at a boarding school with more places to hide than anyone could keep track of. No, it had been something else besides, but he'd be damned if he could put his finger on it. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to, far from it. This would need a very good wank in the shower in a few minutes. Maybe two. Or three.
All in all, the evening had been immensely interesting. Gus - when had that nickname come up? - blended in and stood apart at the same time, which was something he himself was quite familiar with, even though they came from such different backgrounds. He was very sure of himself, more so than most 18-year-olds who'd just had their feathers ruffled by a pile of NEWTs, although he couldn't imagine Augustus having done badly there. Not the type. A perfectionist easily recognised a bird of the same feather, it seemed.
What would his flat look like? What would his bedroom look like? Or would he fuck somewhere else? Maybe the living room? He'd have to go back and find out, preferably right now. No. Impossible. He himself had said no. He wouldn't go back on his word, not even when it wasn't a promise. It wouldn't do at all, not with Gus. But his cock had felt good through the many layers of fabric, far too many. And very good. Immensely good. Hard and hot. He'd felt that even through his clothing. It had fit well into his hand, neither too thick nor too thin, a good length. One could only hope that he'd want to use it, too.
He'd been a good kisser, too, a very good one. Deep and demanding, quick, but not hasty, paying attention to detail even when he was on his way to being rather drunk. Yes, the kiss would have to see a repeat, as well. Or two. Or three. Possibly more. What would he taste like without too much ale? And his teeth. Very even, the lot, very nice. Goodness, who cared about teeth. Still, nice and even.
Tube station already? Time to apparate home. And have a very thorough wank. - Or two.
Things Gideon Thought about Gus after their First Meeting
He turned around and went slowly down the short flight of stairs leading to the front door. He didn't look back, but he could still feel the sensation of Augustus' lips on his own. He'd tasted like, well, the ale he'd had a little too much of. Like the dinner he'd had before probably. And somewhere underneath all that was what he really tasted like. It had been a strange blend all in all, strange, but not unpleasant.
Also, the way he moved. Hidden under what was unmistakably clothing well out of most people's pricing range was a lean, young body, looking at ease, but full of energy and a sort of physical impatience he was too well-bred to really show. He was a little shorter than him, by about an inch or one-and-a-half, which made him dreadfully curious of what it would feel like to stand behind him and look over his shoulder. Whisper in his ear. Make him laugh. He really must see that laugh again.
He couldn't really say for sure why he'd walked away just now. The later it had got in the pub, the more he was certain that he wanted him in his bed, but that it wouldn't be tonight. Some of it was due to the amount they'd both drunk, although that had never really deterred him before, so he couldn't be too certain. Kissing Augustus had made him sure that this would need time, which was a curious thing, really, because Augustus was more than eager and very clearly no blushing virgin. Which, admittedly, would've been strange anyway in someone who'd just come away from seven years at a boarding school with more places to hide than anyone could keep track of. No, it had been something else besides, but he'd be damned if he could put his finger on it. It wasn't that he hadn't wanted to, far from it. This would need a very good wank in the shower in a few minutes. Maybe two. Or three.
All in all, the evening had been immensely interesting. Gus - when had that nickname come up? - blended in and stood apart at the same time, which was something he himself was quite familiar with, even though they came from such different backgrounds. He was very sure of himself, more so than most 18-year-olds who'd just had their feathers ruffled by a pile of NEWTs, although he couldn't imagine Augustus having done badly there. Not the type. A perfectionist easily recognised a bird of the same feather, it seemed.
What would his flat look like? What would his bedroom look like? Or would he fuck somewhere else? Maybe the living room? He'd have to go back and find out, preferably right now. No. Impossible. He himself had said no. He wouldn't go back on his word, not even when it wasn't a promise. It wouldn't do at all, not with Gus. But his cock had felt good through the many layers of fabric, far too many. And very good. Immensely good. Hard and hot. He'd felt that even through his clothing. It had fit well into his hand, neither too thick nor too thin, a good length. One could only hope that he'd want to use it, too.
He'd been a good kisser, too, a very good one. Deep and demanding, quick, but not hasty, paying attention to detail even when he was on his way to being rather drunk. Yes, the kiss would have to see a repeat, as well. Or two. Or three. Possibly more. What would he taste like without too much ale? And his teeth. Very even, the lot, very nice. Goodness, who cared about teeth. Still, nice and even.
Tube station already? Time to apparate home. And have a very thorough wank. - Or two.