adurostum:
maybe.
yes, maybe. does it burn for you too, gellert? he wants to ask, wants to know that this wasn’t something he is imagining or some one sided love ( desire and fascination! ), wants to take PRIDE in being the one to do the same to him too. after all, they are the fuel to each other’s fire. each word, each touch, each look only makes it grow ( they can never put it out! ). burning brighter, consuming everything. ENGULFING everything until nothing in the world exists save for the two of them ( or perhaps the world only should exist for the two of them ). it’s with that sentiment that it seems that with each single movement of fingers ghosting upon skin that leaves behind a trail of embers in its wake. higher, up and up ( brighter, burning, higher, up and up! ) and albus wonders if gellert can feel his pulse leap into his throat or the spark that draws him in further.
❝ yes ❞
his gaze does not falter, does not waver, does not break away. if anything, albus was TENACIOUS and never one to back away from a challenge ( even if he doesn’t recognize it ). even so, if anyone found them like this, he would lose all the COURAGE he had in a split second ( in a heartbeat! ). a sudden flush of crimson upon his cheeks and a sudden recoil, an instant to pull away and draw up some sort of excuse. because that image has to remain intact. a diligent student turned head of household, caretaker of a rebellious brother and a hidden sister. yet with gellert he was as he should have been. a young boy still yet to reach the peak of his abilities, eyes bright and filled with mirth, and head spinning with ideas of grandeur and noble causes. a boy with a softer edge than the other before him, yet all underneath the same charming guise.
a pause in thought the second gellert’s thumb brushes across his lip. slowly, carefully.
deliberately.
in the back of his head, a voice whispers of what dangers lurk beneath where the shallows no longer touch. a steep drop into the darkness where a great leviathan could come and swallow you whole. yet it’s with that sort of danger that seems to draw albus in like a moth to a flame. lips curl into a smile, one that could remind the other of what other dangers lie in the woods and not just the sea.
❝ both ❞
both, albus says, and this time gellert is the one inhaling through his teeth. sharp, sudden. unexpected, but so familiar - this back and forth, when will one of them concede? never, he knows. they're both too similar, too stubborn, too determined to do the right thing... from their word point of view, though. it's entirely different, depending on which of them asked. each question getting a different answer; a new argument, a new debate. a new challenge of which one would be right, which would be the one to prevail.
his thumb drags across albus' bottom lip, deliberate and full of purpose. full of desire, and lust, and too many things that he ought to think of when they're out in the open and albus is talking about potentially falling in love with someone else. there could have been, for all he knew. people before, because there wouldn't be any after. that he would make sure of. shameless to the core, uncaring with how obvious he makes it, either.
"both?"
he asks it as a question, although he doesn't expect an answer, leans in, in, in, until lips brush too close to his jaw. his cheek. breathes in, out. inhales, exhales. can't stop himself if he tries, because albus is intoxicating in ways that he can't quite place his finger on.
maybe, maybe, maybe.
yes, he wants to tell him. will never tell him. maybe, i love you. maybe, i know i do. his finger presses into flesh firmer, threatening to turn improper, pass lips, before he's dropping it again. finding petals of his own, threatening to pull them apart, let them fall to the foor. he almost returns back to his book, almost.
"you play such a dangerous game, sometimes, albus."
