"Whatever are you thinking about, Albus?"
Gellert still spoke with the vestigial accent of a Durmstrang schoolboy. It added to his charm, really. Albus couldn't keep away. He was a young, impressionable boy.
He had never been in lust before.
"Here to discuss a new theory, Gellert? So late?"
Albus was surprised and pleased to see his friend in his bedroom doorway. Abe and Ariana were asleep downstairs. He had been kept awake by a few thoughts of magical philosophy… more than a few thoughts of Gellert. Moonlight shone in the window, it seemed to illuminate the night in alluring and unexpected ways.
"If you desire, Albus." He smiled from under his messy blond hair, eyes blithe and devastating."I was thinking of something less… academic? It is late into the night after all?"
Gellert was standing much closer then, and they were joined together in a moment, lips and tongues and bodies colliding, falling back on the bed and the floor. He spoke in Albus' ear, running his fingers through Albus' hair. The heat of the night swallowed them; they were drowning in each other, drowning in the summer.
Albus was not to be blamed. At eighteen years old he had an equal at last, a companion, someone to get carried away with. He was swept up in their feverish exchanging of intellect, ideology, and body heat.
Hours later they lay exhausted and curled together, whispering in the darkness.
"This can be a secret for now, Meine Liebe."
Albus pressed a smile to Gellert's lips, forgetting everything for the time being.
He had never been in love before.