It was the summer after Ablus’ sixth year at Hogwarts and he was taking a much needed vacation. His whole family could be damned along with all their drama. Let them hide and hate themselves for hiding, Albus was a star student and didn’t need his break from school to be stressfully guarding family secrets.
He watched the countryside turn to city as the train pulled into platform 9 ¾. His excitement grew with each passing mile. It had been ages since he’d last seen Gellert, and he could scarcely wait to feel Gellert’s strong arms around him. Just about everyone else seemed like a black hole of need to Albus; everyone else was so desperate for approval they never put their own unique strength behind their own work. Gellert, though, had a self-assurance that was nearly dangerous and definitely exciting. Albus just wanted to appreciate the man, but if some fixing happened along the way so be it. Perhaps, Gellert could fix some of the secret wounds that everyone besides Gellert was all too happy to let Albus hide.
Albus, an extremely well-dressed and powerful wizard, was extremely good at hiding. No one knew how much it hurt him that his family resented him for his ambition, no one except Gellert.
The train pulled into the station, and Albus hurriedly grabbed his carry-on bag that resembled a large briefcase. Albus was dressed in a three piece purple suit with a bright green tie. Waiting for him on the platform was his lover. Gellert, dressed in purple leather pants and jacket, had changed his shoulder-length hair to an emerald green with seafoam and silver highlights.
“Haha! Gell! I thought we said Muggle-wear” They had a long hug and a brief kiss on the cheek.
“This is Muggle-wear!” Gellert replied. “You’re lucky I didn’t shave the sides of my head and spike up the middle for a mohawk.” Gellert picked up Albus’ briefcase to carry it for him as they strolled off the platform.
“No, sir!” Albus briefly ran his hands through Gellert’s long hair. “I love your long hair and I love this new color!” Albus, in an effort to be more conventional, had recently cut his natural hair short. He didn’t know why he made the effort. He was already the mainstream of the mainstream who had every teacher eating out the palm of his hand. He wondered what his teachers would think of him if they knew of his two-week vacation with this man who was definitely the cutting edge of counter culture.
The first stop was the Leaky Cauldron. Gellert knew the bartender and got them a couple of bitter-beers that were slightly illegal. “Oof. That’s some strong stuff,” Albus said after the first sip.
“Word on the street is you like the strong stuff,” Gellert teased as he took a hearty gulp from his mug.
“If by ‘strong stuff’ you mean wordy books and late night study then the word is correct”
“You know how rare it is for someone who thinks they’re right to actually be right…” Gellert put a hand on Albus’ knee under the table.
“Wait till we get upstairs!” Albus blushed bright red but didn’t move the hand off his knee. They better get upstairs soon before Albus threw the tables aside and shocked the wizarding world with more magic than they were ready to understand.
Eventually, after they’d checked in with just about every familiar face and greeted a few new ones, Gellert gave Albus a wink and excused himself upstairs to the room they’d rented for the night. Albus was supposed to wait five minutes but scarcely waited two.
‘Let them talk’ he thought as he made his way up the stairs. ‘Having to push apart the twin bed in the morning without being noisy about it was already too much hassle for the comfort of the heterosexual bigots.’
Gellert, ever the gentleman - at least to Albus, had already pushed the beds together and was waiting in the bed. He was naked except for a flat sheet that loosely covered him. Albus, with a calm he did not feel, undressed and hung his suit in the closet.
By the time he got to his underwear he was already rock hard. The elastic band stretched near to its limit to get over the tip of Albus’ 9 inch cock. Gellert was propped to almost sitting with some pillows behind him. His hands were casually behind his head and the comfortable smile was in delicious contrast with his hungry eyes.
Albus slowly pulled off the sheet to reveal Gellert’s beautiful erection that was a little bit shorter and girthier than Albus’. Both young men had uncut cocks that hadn’t really seen another’s beside each other’s. They’d messed around but had never spent a night together, let alone two weeks. Albus’ mouth covered Gellert’s cock. Gellert’s hands gently caressed the back of Albus’ head as he found a good rhythm between gagging, sucking, and foaming. Soon the delicious cock was sloppy with Albus’ spit. Albus was getting ready to sit on it when Gellert grabbed him and threw him on the bed on his back.
“Let’s not do that just yet” Gellert whispered as he kissed Albus’ neck. “Let’s wait until we get to the island cottage.” He kissed down Albus’ body that was taunt with pleasure. After sucking Albus’ beautiful cock for about 20 minutes, he kissed his way back up Albus’ body. He gave a good amount of attention to each nipple as he kept a rhythm going on the cock with his hand. Then he made his way back to Albus’ mouth and they kissed passionately as each of their hands were gratefully using the god-given foreskin to be just rough enough with the strokes but not being rough with the skin of the head. They broke from kissing and moaned deep and soft as they both shot their load all over the other. They laughed, rubbed it in, and Gellert lay on his back again as Albus snuggled beside him. They talked long into the night about any and everything until they eventually dozed off.
The next morning, they showered, collected their things, and made their way to the roof of The Leaky Cauldron. Albus opened the large magic briefcase that was much larger inside that out. Besides food supplies, clothes, and potions, there was a collapsable broomstick that Albus now began to assemble.
“Are you sure that’s big enough for the both of us?” Gellert was now in purple robes that were about the same style as the midnight blue robes that Albus now wore.
“Oh yes, my love” Albus replied - the use of the word love right between a serious tease and a serious earnest endearment. “The charms on this thing not only provide a comfortable seat for us both but also give us and our luggage invisibility.”
“Ha! No wonder they say you’re a prodigy, my love.” Gellert replied with the same endearment in an absolutely endearing way.
Albus was slightly taller, so he sat behind. Gellert kept nestling into Albus much longer than needed to make himself comfortable.
“Haha! Stop, or we’ll never get off this roof!” Eventually they did get off the roof. Their bags dangled securely from hooks in the front. Gellert held on to the broomstick and Albus held on to Gellert.
They made their way across the English Channel to a forest on the southeast of the Isle of Guernsey. Deep in the forest was a cottage nearly in shambles. Albus was expert at repair magic and the old witch who owned the place hadn’t been to the cottage in years. She agreed to let Albus stay there in exchange for some renovation work. The particular witch who owned the cottage had some very special coven magic with two other witches. It hadn’t been discussed, but Albus was sure she wouldn’t mind at all that he had brought a lover with him for the stay.
They had a romantic picnic lunch on a flat part of the roof before getting to work. Gellert tamed the wild garden as Albus realigned the beams with the foundation. He was a hurricane of very powerful magic that cleaned and repaired until just after sunset.
Albus found Gellert relaxing on the porch, “Working hard or hardly working?”
“Fuck off man!” Gellert replied with a laugh and a smile and a laugh. “Come on!” He grabbed Albus’ hand, “Time for an ocean plunge!” He apparated them back to mid channel about five feet above the ocean. After a very cold plunge, Dumbledore apparated back to the cottage and Gellert followed shortly after.
There was a slight pop as Gellert apparated about a foot from Albus who stood in front of the fireplace he was starting a fire in. “Don’t be mad, babe..” Gellert pleaded to a shivering Albus. The fire quickly turned into a blaze and Albus couldn’t stay mad at the man who excited him much more than he scared him, at least most of the time.
“Come on then. Do me before you do me. You know the spell.” Albus said as he began to undress.
Gellert pointed his wand at Albus’ abdomen, “Expellius Excrementus!” A pile of shit appeared somewhere at the bottom of the ocean as Albus’ asshole became a bussy: clean and lubed. Gellert pointed his wand at his own stomach to repeat the spell on himself before putting his own clothes and wand aside.
They met in the middle of the freshly cleaned bearskin rug that was laid out before the blazing fireplace. There were no prying eyes or nosy neighbors, just a long night of loud sex that left each one filled with the other.
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