By The Light of the Fire

Newt's POV

Two weeks had passed in utter silence. Not even his class's exciting teachings could bring a real smile. They will meet with Elijah tomorrow to discuss the news about Hope's case.

The Ministry was trying very hard to keep the case bottled up. If Newt had learned anything over the past few years, it was that people would always try to hide things they were either fond of or afraid of.

Newt's intuition, a whisper in the back of his mind, told him it was the latter. The Ministry was afraid.

When he entered Albus's office, he removed his jacket and hung it on a levitating rack. He paused when he was greeted by the scent of something delicious.

Before him was a spread, not unlike the times when the three of them had eaten together in blissful peace. Albus waved a hand over the table of food and a candle in the middle lit, a small smile gracing his lips.

"I thought it might be nice to have a dinner away from the bustle of the Great Hall," Albus murmured, glancing up to meet his eyes.

Newt couldn't stop the wave of butterflies that fumbled about in his stomach. It was a small spread but intricate with everything he enjoyed most, including bread with pats of fresh butter. He could still see steam rising from the center of the loaf.

"Albus…" Newt murmured, knowing what he was trying to do. "It's a little early to celebrate, isn't it? We don't know if Elijah will have the news we're hoping for."

"We don't know that he won't."

With a soft sigh and a crooked smile, he nodded. "It's lovely." Approaching him, he offered his hand, which Albus took and pressed a soft kiss against his palm.

"We've let gray days rule our skies for too long."

Tingles climbed up Newt's arm and to his scalp where everything felt like ants ticked across his skin.

"Let me get changed," he said with a soft smile.

"Are you sure?" Albus asked, pressing another gentle kiss to his inner wrist, and Newt realized suddenly his slacks were a couple of sizes too small.

"No…" Newt murmured, watching him kiss up to his inner elbow. The graze of his short beard made him shudder.

It had been far too long since they'd last been intimate. They'd tried but had stopped when the lack of Hope's presence was far too loud. She'd have scolded them for not being with each other if she were here now- for even feeling guilty in the first place.

Albus' fingers caressed the buttons of Newt's suit, making his breath hitch as his lips were now pressed against his jugular.

Leaning his head back slightly, he offered him more space to kiss at his leisure, which he did.

"I'm not all that hungry after all…" Newt murmured, voice shaking as Albus sucked a particularly tender spot.

Chuckling, those fingers managed a few of the top buttons, teasing the flushed skin beneath. "Allow me to bring back your appetite."

This wasn't like other times they'd tried to be physical without Hope. This time, Albus seemed determined to finish what he started.

"Tell me," Albus murmured, pulling away to gaze into his eyes; he swiped the pad of his thumb along his lower lip, "do you want me to be gentle?"

Newt's hands rested on his slim hips, lips parting breathlessly as he watched the hunger in his eyes grow. A hunger that would surely devour him if given the chance.

"I…want you." Newt finally murmured. He wanted to, for just a moment in time, forget why he was so sad.

Their mouths connected, Albus' tongue pushing past his teeth. Exploring his mouth as he pulled him closer, holding him tight against his body. Newt couldn't stop his body from turning into putty against him, moaning in his mouth as his shirt was discarded to the floor.

Albus took all but a minute to guide him to the rug in front of the fireplace, tossing away his own clothes before joining him on the floor in a tangled heap of breathless kisses and sweat-dewed skin.

Gasping, he laid his head back, gazing up into his eyes as Albus' sure hand wrapped around his cock and stroked him from base to tip.

"If you think for a moment I'll ever stop touching you like this, no matter what happens, you're insane." Albus grinned crookedly as his other hand pulled his legs up so his feet were on the floor, pushing his knees apart.

His middle finger stroked the spot under his shaft, making Newt's eyes roll back with a groan. Spreading his legs further apart, he shuddered as Albus used his middle finger to massage his tight hole.

This was by far better than any meal that could have been prepared.

"Newt. Look at me."

Opening his eyes, he shuddered, going cross-eyed as Albus delved his finger inside of him, finding and stroking his prostate with ease.

Chuckling, he continued his deep strokes. "I love watching how you react to my touch. Knowing I can make you forget your own name. Now," he murmured, a serious glint forming in his eyes, "roll over."

Newt didn't hesitate to do as he was told. Rolling over, he allowed Albus to adjust his position, which was on his knees but not quite so rigid. Looking more like a stretching cat than anything else.

"You might need this," Albus smirked, setting a pillow down in front of him, which he took and nestled under his chin, biting his lip as the sensation of not one but two fingers stroked his entrance before inching in, warming him up.

Newt bit back a moan but released it the moment he began pumping his fingers in and out. His thighs were already shaking when the sensation of a wet tongue glided in, but he let out a strangled laugh as his hair brushed pleasantly along his inner thighs.

With a low chuckle, Albus continued. Thoroughly bathing him with his tongue until Newt glanced over his shoulder, watching him press his tip against him.

Newt's entire body shifted forward as he pushed in. Jaw-dropping, he held the pillow with clenched hands, happy to feel Albus holding his hips to keep him in place. He could so easily turn to jelly right now.

Albus thrusted again.

And again.

Over and over until he built himself up to a comfortable speed for them both. Panting, Newt clung to the pillow like a lifeline, sinking his teeth in as his cock quivered.

It was all too good, the deep pressure and tight stretch. The pounding against his internal sensitive areas. Albus was deliberate with every thrust, and Newt was sure he would burst at any moment.

"Albus…" he panted, trying to squirm his hips but realizing it was futile.

"You can take it," Albus grunted through gritted teeth, reaching down and taking his cock in his hand, jerking his wrist harshly.

Newt cried out as he came. Pleasure radiated off of him in sweet waves, making him forget everything about the past, present, and future.

Not far behind, Albus came too, his hot cum dripping down Newt's inner thigh.

They lay next to each other a minute later, staring breathlessly up at the ceiling. The crackle of the fire was their nearest companion. So, it was possible to have an orgasm without Hope present, but Newt wanted, more than anything, for her to be lying between them just as breathless as they were.

Newt closed his eyes, saying a silent prayer.

"Come eat, Newt," Albus murmured, stroking his fingers along the ridges of his stomach and pressing his lips against the shell of his ear with a crooked smile, "Afterwards, we'll have dessert."

Newt slowly turned his head to look at him, meeting his brilliant blue gaze that glittered in the firelight.

"And by dessert, I do mean you."

Newt couldn't help it.

He smiled.