Going for a Ride
Title: Going for a Ride
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Gideon played a joke of dubious taste on Kingsley and, to placate him, agrees to go on a skinny-bike-riding trip to the lake.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys or their universe at all; if we did, their story would have an ending like this. And neither of us own a motorcyle.
Author's Note: Totally AU - eventually we want to do a whole AU series that obviously negates Gideon's death. This is part of that AU series.
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Since Kingsley didn't take well to Gideon's joke at all, Gideon knew he had to follow through with whatever Kingsley asked him to do. As if casting a concealment charm and riding naked behind his lover was a chore of some sort. Kingsley had their lunch all ready and Gideon was carrying a couple blankets to take with them. He stopped in the doorway to the shed behind their townhouse and watched Kingsley lean over the bike, fiddling with something.
He had been uncomfortable to begin with while thinking about it, but out here, looking at Kingsley?
Whistling at the view, Gideon grinned as Kingsley straightened up, "This is crazy, you know, we're going to get burned."
The day had turned out much better than he'd expected: first he'd got Gideon to go skinny-bike-riding with him. They finally would have their picnic by the lake. It was a lovely autumn day and Kingsley wanted to make the best of it.
He quickly undressed and cast the concealment charm, which made him look like he was wearing jeans and t-shirt. Not bad. He was tinkering with the new bike, admiring it again and again, when he heard the wolf whistle.
He answered Gideon's question with a big smile, admiring the man in front of him. "I won't get burned, but you should put some protection on your skin. I don't want you to be feeling uncomfortable. I have great plans and they require you in your best form."
"I meant by the bike, you nutter."
Gideon dropped the blankets on the floor of the shed and crossed it in two steps. He reached out and grabbed Kingsley by the hips, pulling him against him.
"Let's go, or I'm not waiting."
Kingsley mounted the bike and waited for Gideon to get settled. He grinned, feeling Gideon's naked chest press against his back and, as Gideon wriggled to sit more comfortably, the pressure of his semi-hard cock against his buttocks.
"Ready?" he asked. Receiving Gideon's affirmative answer, Kingsley started the bike and groaned when Gideon put his hands on Kingsley's lower hips.
Kingsley thought that maybe this wasn't that great of an idea - he had to concentrate on the road. They hadn't even left their townhouse and he was already hard.
He wondered how he would stand a whole trip with Gideon's cock rubbing against his arse, in tandem with the movement of the bike on the road.
Quickly tucking the blankets on the back, Gideon settled behind him, wiggling on purpose. It wasn't until he wrapped his hands around Kingsley's hips that he heard him groan.
Success! he thought.
This was a crazy idea, and if Gideon didn't trust Kingsley completely, he never would have agreed. He wanted a blanket so bad to wrap around them. Not only was thing going to be cold, it would be uncomfortable.
Wiggling some more, Gideon situated himself comfortably, leaning against Kingsley's warm skin. Wrapping his hands around Kingsley's waist, he interlocked his fingers together below Kingsley's stomach, letting his knuckles graze against his cock, but didn't touch it otherwise. If Kingsley wanted this, then fine, but Gideon intended to make him suffer.
ConcentrateConcentrateConcentrate Kingsley started driving the bike off the driveway, forcing himself to think about work. Monday would be a busy day and in his mind he was doing a checklist of everything he had to do. But as he turned onto the main road and gained speed, the movement of the bike was making Gideon move up and down behind him. He adjusted his arse a little, pressing it further against Gideon's cock.
The rubbing intensified and Kingsley realized Gideon was doing it on purpose!
Desperately, he opened his eyes wide and imagined Mad-Eye's face scrutinizing him. That did it for distraction. He passed a car that was crawling ahead of him. He had to get to that lake as soon as possible.
Even with the warm weather, it was still terribly cold as Kingsley drove faster. The combination of the cold and wind did nothing for him and Gideon knew that he wouldn't be able to tease Kingsley the same way until they arrived. He unlaced his fingers and began rubbing his hands across Kingsley's stomach and chest, squeezing his nipples and tracing the outline of his muscles with thin fingers.
Adjusting his slimmer body to keep it completely behind Kingsley and to hide from the wind, Gideon sunk his teeth into Kingsley's shoulder. Rotating between biting him and licking the skin, Gideon continued to try and distract him.
He wished Kingsley could hear him over the noise of the bike and wind, because he desperately wanted to tell him what he wanted to do to him the moment they arrived at the lake. With images of Kingsley bent over the bike, legs spread and waiting for him, Gideon moaned.
Kingsley accelerated. He knew he was way above the speed limit and thought that next time he should just have cast an Invisibility Spell on the whole bike. Whenever Gideon touched him or bit him, he stifled a groan.
He paralleled with another car, tailgating a truck that was driving on the rightmost lane. As soon as the damn truck moved back left, he'd be able to zoom faster. He risked a look at the car next to him and saw the horrified eyes of an older lady. He knew they looked clad to her and didn't understand why she seemed so appalled until Gideon licked him again.
The old lady certainly could see Gideon licking his t-shirt! That must have looked definitely kinky to the old granny, so he moved past her as soon as the truck cut in front of her. He heard the sound of brakes grating the pavement - dear old grandma had been distracted. He glanced at his rear-view mirror and realized she was all right.
He increased the speed of the bike. At that pace, he'd be coming on the bike, in the middle of the road.
Wondering how the charm worked while he was distracted, Gideon glanced at the car they passed and almost laughed at her expression. He hoped the charm was holding and she wasn't seeing two naked men driving too fast on a bike. By this time, he was too aroused to care about what she saw, and too aroused to be embarrassed by it.
Turning his face away from her, he lowered one of his hands, rubbing it just above the base of Kingsley's cock. He wanted nothing more than to grab it and finish Kingsley right there, but was worried he'd cause an accident.
As soon as the road was clear again, he sat up straighter and latched his mouth to the back of Kingsley's neck, sucking on it. Trusting Kingsley was in control enough to not kill them, Gideon kept his eyes closed and let one hand wander across Kingsley's chest again.
Kingsley had to get to this lake as soon as possible. It was becoming increasingly hard to drive and not fidget into Gideon's hands, which were, at that moment, rubbing maddeningly against his erect cock.
Fighting the desire to pull the bike over and run into the nearest patch of woods with Gideon, Kingsley almost missed the flares in front of him, and he stopped brusquely.
A police barricade! And here he was, naked and with a fucking erection. And with his lover still sucking on his neck, his hands still rubbing the base of his cock.
If they didn't get to jail for indecent exposure, they'd certainly be booked for lewd acts. He shrugged to dislocate Gideon from his neck.
They were still on the road when Kingsley slowed down and shrugged his shoulders. Pulling away, Gideon saw the Muggle barricade and laughed. He was not in the mood to end up charged with indecent exposure. Two trucks were in front of them still; reaching around with his hand, he pulled his wand out from the folds of the blanket and cast two charms on both of them, then moved further back on the bike so he wasn't pressed tightly against Kingsley.
The first reinforced their Muggle appearance and the second would land him in trouble with Kingsley for sure - he hated when Gideon did that.
"Sorry, love," Gideon mumbled.
Folding his arm across his waist, Gideon hid his wand, unwilling to put it away until they were through. He'd cast Obliviate on each bobbie if he had to.
Kingsley hissed. That damned Wilting Charm. He cursed the day Gideon had learnt it and cursed whoever had taught him that dirty trick. As his cock shrunk and hung limply, he adjusted his seating stance. Now he and Gideon looked just like two regular Muggles on a Sunday bike ride.
He waited for their turn, vowing to make Gideon pay dearly for the Charm. He had to agree it had been a good move on Gideon's part, but he would still pay for it.
Considering Kingsley was already angry with him today, Gideon knew he'd be in trouble for that trick, however helpful it was. He smiled blandly at the Muggles blocking their path as they asked their questions. One of the larger men standing off to the side took in the two men sharing a bike, the blanket and the small basket with one glance and a sneer and said loudly, "Fucking fairies," to the bloke next to him.
Waiting until they cleared the blockade -- Gideon had paid no attention to what the bobbies asked Kingsley -- he turned around and cast a jelly legs jinx on both gits.
"Are we almost there?" Gideon asked, scooting closer, wrapping his hands around Kingsley again to resume what he'd had to stop. "I really need to get fucked."
"You'd better prepare that arse of yours, Prewett. You'll get fucked like never before. Now, will you please return my cock to its much better original position?" Kingsley looked in the rear-view mirror and frowned. The two policemen were holding each other tight, almost falling into each other's arms. Interesting, he thought, they called us fairies and they are gay, too. They are very open about it, though.
He revved the bike and soon took the turn that led them to the lake.
Proving he could follow orders when he wanted, Gideon busied himself doing just that. It was lucky that Kingsley had dark skin or everyone would have been able to see the bruises Gideon left on him. By the time they stopped the bike, Kingsley was how Gideon wanted him, hard once again and groaning out of control.
"You said something about wanting to fuck me?" Gideon asked politely as Kingsley turned off the bike, turning his head to hide his smug smile.
Kingsley hopped off the bike, stabilized it quickly and grabbed his wand, sending the blanket flying. With another wand motion, it unfolded and flowed gracefully onto the grass. "There," Kingsley told Gideon, "on that blanket, on your back, legs up. NOW!"
It took him only a few seconds to levitate the basket and soon he was on the blanket with Gideon. He rummaged inside the basket and, not finding what he was looking for, he grabbed his wand again. "Accio lube!" he exclaimed, making the tube squeeze through the food and land on his hand.
Gideon sat on the blanket, legs spread, leaning back on his arms, grinning at Kingsley's frantic motions. He wanted it just as bad, but enjoyed watching him more than listening to his orders. It always frustrated Kingsley when he did that.
Kingsley frowned when he turned around and saw that Gideon hadn't complied with his command. Swinging both legs to one side, Gideon held his hand out for the lube.
Kingsley was standing there, still frowning as Gideon got on his knees and took him in his mouth, sucking him in quickly before Kingsley moved and choked him. Reaching for the lube blindly, Gideon finally found it and opened it with deft hands. Squeezing some onto his hand, he pulled away from Kingsley, ignoring his gasp and replacing his mouth with slick fingers.
Finally, Gideon complied, laying down and spreading his legs.
Kingsley wanted desperately to make it a romantic outing - the scenery was perfect: the lake was blue, the sun warm without being hot, and there was a soft breeze. But they could do slow and romantic a little bit later. Right now, the only thing in his mind was to come.
He leant over Gideon, kissing him hungrily, while at the same time putting his finger inside him. He knew he didn't need to stimulate Gideon any more - judging from the movements of his hips, he was ready.
Kingsley moved onto his knees, pulled Gideon's legs over his shoulders and entered him in one quick movement.
Digging his fingers into Kingsley's shoulders, partially for support and partially from the quick entrance, Gideon clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. Kingsley didn't slow down or react, by now he knew that Gideon wasn't in pain, but trying to make noise because Kingsley liked him noisy.
Kingsley leaned closer, putting his palms on the blanket right above Gideon's shoulders to hold him still. Easing up on his grip, Gideon grabbed himself with one hand, tugging in time with Kingsley's movements.
He wrapped his legs around Kingsley's shoulders, watching Kingsley's facial expression as he got close.
Rolling his eyes, Kingsley came and thrust a little more until Gideon came, too. Still panting hard, he withdrew and gently put Gideon's legs on the blanket, before lying down on top of him and kissing him deeply. "Love you so much," he whispered into Gideon's mouth.
He wrapped his arms around Kingsley and held him against him, not caring about sticky skin - the lake would take care of that. He didn't answer him, even though the words meant as much now as the first time he'd heard them. Rolling them over, Gideon kissed him slowly, teasing him with his tongue, then pulled back and laid his head on Kingsley's chest to let the cool air blow across his skin.
Soon they would eat, then swimming, and he would make love to Kingsley, but there was no rush at that moment. Gideon closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around them, content in their silence.
Authors: ceria_taliesin and westwardlee
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gideon/Kingsley
Summary: Gideon played a joke of dubious taste on Kingsley and, to placate him, agrees to go on a skinny-bike-riding trip to the lake.
Disclaimer: We don’t own the boys or their universe at all; if we did, their story would have an ending like this. And neither of us own a motorcyle.
Author's Note: Totally AU - eventually we want to do a whole AU series that obviously negates Gideon's death. This is part of that AU series.
The index of stories
Since Kingsley didn't take well to Gideon's joke at all, Gideon knew he had to follow through with whatever Kingsley asked him to do. As if casting a concealment charm and riding naked behind his lover was a chore of some sort. Kingsley had their lunch all ready and Gideon was carrying a couple blankets to take with them. He stopped in the doorway to the shed behind their townhouse and watched Kingsley lean over the bike, fiddling with something.
He had been uncomfortable to begin with while thinking about it, but out here, looking at Kingsley?
Whistling at the view, Gideon grinned as Kingsley straightened up, "This is crazy, you know, we're going to get burned."
The day had turned out much better than he'd expected: first he'd got Gideon to go skinny-bike-riding with him. They finally would have their picnic by the lake. It was a lovely autumn day and Kingsley wanted to make the best of it.
He quickly undressed and cast the concealment charm, which made him look like he was wearing jeans and t-shirt. Not bad. He was tinkering with the new bike, admiring it again and again, when he heard the wolf whistle.
He answered Gideon's question with a big smile, admiring the man in front of him. "I won't get burned, but you should put some protection on your skin. I don't want you to be feeling uncomfortable. I have great plans and they require you in your best form."
"I meant by the bike, you nutter."
Gideon dropped the blankets on the floor of the shed and crossed it in two steps. He reached out and grabbed Kingsley by the hips, pulling him against him.
"Let's go, or I'm not waiting."
Kingsley mounted the bike and waited for Gideon to get settled. He grinned, feeling Gideon's naked chest press against his back and, as Gideon wriggled to sit more comfortably, the pressure of his semi-hard cock against his buttocks.
"Ready?" he asked. Receiving Gideon's affirmative answer, Kingsley started the bike and groaned when Gideon put his hands on Kingsley's lower hips.
Kingsley thought that maybe this wasn't that great of an idea - he had to concentrate on the road. They hadn't even left their townhouse and he was already hard.
He wondered how he would stand a whole trip with Gideon's cock rubbing against his arse, in tandem with the movement of the bike on the road.
Quickly tucking the blankets on the back, Gideon settled behind him, wiggling on purpose. It wasn't until he wrapped his hands around Kingsley's hips that he heard him groan.
Success! he thought.
This was a crazy idea, and if Gideon didn't trust Kingsley completely, he never would have agreed. He wanted a blanket so bad to wrap around them. Not only was thing going to be cold, it would be uncomfortable.
Wiggling some more, Gideon situated himself comfortably, leaning against Kingsley's warm skin. Wrapping his hands around Kingsley's waist, he interlocked his fingers together below Kingsley's stomach, letting his knuckles graze against his cock, but didn't touch it otherwise. If Kingsley wanted this, then fine, but Gideon intended to make him suffer.
ConcentrateConcentrateConcentrate Kingsley started driving the bike off the driveway, forcing himself to think about work. Monday would be a busy day and in his mind he was doing a checklist of everything he had to do. But as he turned onto the main road and gained speed, the movement of the bike was making Gideon move up and down behind him. He adjusted his arse a little, pressing it further against Gideon's cock.
The rubbing intensified and Kingsley realized Gideon was doing it on purpose!
Desperately, he opened his eyes wide and imagined Mad-Eye's face scrutinizing him. That did it for distraction. He passed a car that was crawling ahead of him. He had to get to that lake as soon as possible.
Even with the warm weather, it was still terribly cold as Kingsley drove faster. The combination of the cold and wind did nothing for him and Gideon knew that he wouldn't be able to tease Kingsley the same way until they arrived. He unlaced his fingers and began rubbing his hands across Kingsley's stomach and chest, squeezing his nipples and tracing the outline of his muscles with thin fingers.
Adjusting his slimmer body to keep it completely behind Kingsley and to hide from the wind, Gideon sunk his teeth into Kingsley's shoulder. Rotating between biting him and licking the skin, Gideon continued to try and distract him.
He wished Kingsley could hear him over the noise of the bike and wind, because he desperately wanted to tell him what he wanted to do to him the moment they arrived at the lake. With images of Kingsley bent over the bike, legs spread and waiting for him, Gideon moaned.
Kingsley accelerated. He knew he was way above the speed limit and thought that next time he should just have cast an Invisibility Spell on the whole bike. Whenever Gideon touched him or bit him, he stifled a groan.
He paralleled with another car, tailgating a truck that was driving on the rightmost lane. As soon as the damn truck moved back left, he'd be able to zoom faster. He risked a look at the car next to him and saw the horrified eyes of an older lady. He knew they looked clad to her and didn't understand why she seemed so appalled until Gideon licked him again.
The old lady certainly could see Gideon licking his t-shirt! That must have looked definitely kinky to the old granny, so he moved past her as soon as the truck cut in front of her. He heard the sound of brakes grating the pavement - dear old grandma had been distracted. He glanced at his rear-view mirror and realized she was all right.
He increased the speed of the bike. At that pace, he'd be coming on the bike, in the middle of the road.
Wondering how the charm worked while he was distracted, Gideon glanced at the car they passed and almost laughed at her expression. He hoped the charm was holding and she wasn't seeing two naked men driving too fast on a bike. By this time, he was too aroused to care about what she saw, and too aroused to be embarrassed by it.
Turning his face away from her, he lowered one of his hands, rubbing it just above the base of Kingsley's cock. He wanted nothing more than to grab it and finish Kingsley right there, but was worried he'd cause an accident.
As soon as the road was clear again, he sat up straighter and latched his mouth to the back of Kingsley's neck, sucking on it. Trusting Kingsley was in control enough to not kill them, Gideon kept his eyes closed and let one hand wander across Kingsley's chest again.
Kingsley had to get to this lake as soon as possible. It was becoming increasingly hard to drive and not fidget into Gideon's hands, which were, at that moment, rubbing maddeningly against his erect cock.
Fighting the desire to pull the bike over and run into the nearest patch of woods with Gideon, Kingsley almost missed the flares in front of him, and he stopped brusquely.
A police barricade! And here he was, naked and with a fucking erection. And with his lover still sucking on his neck, his hands still rubbing the base of his cock.
If they didn't get to jail for indecent exposure, they'd certainly be booked for lewd acts. He shrugged to dislocate Gideon from his neck.
They were still on the road when Kingsley slowed down and shrugged his shoulders. Pulling away, Gideon saw the Muggle barricade and laughed. He was not in the mood to end up charged with indecent exposure. Two trucks were in front of them still; reaching around with his hand, he pulled his wand out from the folds of the blanket and cast two charms on both of them, then moved further back on the bike so he wasn't pressed tightly against Kingsley.
The first reinforced their Muggle appearance and the second would land him in trouble with Kingsley for sure - he hated when Gideon did that.
"Sorry, love," Gideon mumbled.
Folding his arm across his waist, Gideon hid his wand, unwilling to put it away until they were through. He'd cast Obliviate on each bobbie if he had to.
Kingsley hissed. That damned Wilting Charm. He cursed the day Gideon had learnt it and cursed whoever had taught him that dirty trick. As his cock shrunk and hung limply, he adjusted his seating stance. Now he and Gideon looked just like two regular Muggles on a Sunday bike ride.
He waited for their turn, vowing to make Gideon pay dearly for the Charm. He had to agree it had been a good move on Gideon's part, but he would still pay for it.
Considering Kingsley was already angry with him today, Gideon knew he'd be in trouble for that trick, however helpful it was. He smiled blandly at the Muggles blocking their path as they asked their questions. One of the larger men standing off to the side took in the two men sharing a bike, the blanket and the small basket with one glance and a sneer and said loudly, "Fucking fairies," to the bloke next to him.
Waiting until they cleared the blockade -- Gideon had paid no attention to what the bobbies asked Kingsley -- he turned around and cast a jelly legs jinx on both gits.
"Are we almost there?" Gideon asked, scooting closer, wrapping his hands around Kingsley again to resume what he'd had to stop. "I really need to get fucked."
"You'd better prepare that arse of yours, Prewett. You'll get fucked like never before. Now, will you please return my cock to its much better original position?" Kingsley looked in the rear-view mirror and frowned. The two policemen were holding each other tight, almost falling into each other's arms. Interesting, he thought, they called us fairies and they are gay, too. They are very open about it, though.
He revved the bike and soon took the turn that led them to the lake.
Proving he could follow orders when he wanted, Gideon busied himself doing just that. It was lucky that Kingsley had dark skin or everyone would have been able to see the bruises Gideon left on him. By the time they stopped the bike, Kingsley was how Gideon wanted him, hard once again and groaning out of control.
"You said something about wanting to fuck me?" Gideon asked politely as Kingsley turned off the bike, turning his head to hide his smug smile.
Kingsley hopped off the bike, stabilized it quickly and grabbed his wand, sending the blanket flying. With another wand motion, it unfolded and flowed gracefully onto the grass. "There," Kingsley told Gideon, "on that blanket, on your back, legs up. NOW!"
It took him only a few seconds to levitate the basket and soon he was on the blanket with Gideon. He rummaged inside the basket and, not finding what he was looking for, he grabbed his wand again. "Accio lube!" he exclaimed, making the tube squeeze through the food and land on his hand.
Gideon sat on the blanket, legs spread, leaning back on his arms, grinning at Kingsley's frantic motions. He wanted it just as bad, but enjoyed watching him more than listening to his orders. It always frustrated Kingsley when he did that.
Kingsley frowned when he turned around and saw that Gideon hadn't complied with his command. Swinging both legs to one side, Gideon held his hand out for the lube.
Kingsley was standing there, still frowning as Gideon got on his knees and took him in his mouth, sucking him in quickly before Kingsley moved and choked him. Reaching for the lube blindly, Gideon finally found it and opened it with deft hands. Squeezing some onto his hand, he pulled away from Kingsley, ignoring his gasp and replacing his mouth with slick fingers.
Finally, Gideon complied, laying down and spreading his legs.
Kingsley wanted desperately to make it a romantic outing - the scenery was perfect: the lake was blue, the sun warm without being hot, and there was a soft breeze. But they could do slow and romantic a little bit later. Right now, the only thing in his mind was to come.
He leant over Gideon, kissing him hungrily, while at the same time putting his finger inside him. He knew he didn't need to stimulate Gideon any more - judging from the movements of his hips, he was ready.
Kingsley moved onto his knees, pulled Gideon's legs over his shoulders and entered him in one quick movement.
Digging his fingers into Kingsley's shoulders, partially for support and partially from the quick entrance, Gideon clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. Kingsley didn't slow down or react, by now he knew that Gideon wasn't in pain, but trying to make noise because Kingsley liked him noisy.
Kingsley leaned closer, putting his palms on the blanket right above Gideon's shoulders to hold him still. Easing up on his grip, Gideon grabbed himself with one hand, tugging in time with Kingsley's movements.
He wrapped his legs around Kingsley's shoulders, watching Kingsley's facial expression as he got close.
Rolling his eyes, Kingsley came and thrust a little more until Gideon came, too. Still panting hard, he withdrew and gently put Gideon's legs on the blanket, before lying down on top of him and kissing him deeply. "Love you so much," he whispered into Gideon's mouth.
He wrapped his arms around Kingsley and held him against him, not caring about sticky skin - the lake would take care of that. He didn't answer him, even though the words meant as much now as the first time he'd heard them. Rolling them over, Gideon kissed him slowly, teasing him with his tongue, then pulled back and laid his head on Kingsley's chest to let the cool air blow across his skin.
Soon they would eat, then swimming, and he would make love to Kingsley, but there was no rush at that moment. Gideon closed his eyes and listened to the sounds around them, content in their silence.