Summary: Hanschen's parents go away for the weekend and he needs someone to help him look after the house while they're gone.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Never will.
Two Days
Chapter One
Homework
They were sitting in the vineyard, Ernst leaning against Hanschen and reading the latest latin text, desperately trying to focus on the words on the page and not on how Hanschen was whispering them in his ear. Ernst sighed, marveling at his ability to make something as dull and aggravating as latin verse sound seductive and enticing. His soft, low voice, the way his hot breath caressed Ernst's face, and the way his lips gently brushed against his ear, sending that special shiver up both of their spines. Ernst sighed and leaned his head back, "Hanschen... You have to... stop it," yet even as he said it he turned in his lap so that they were face to face. Hanschen grinned and began to kiss his neck. "Stop... I have to-oh god-I have to... study."
"I was just helping you with your pronunciation."
"Well, it was distracting me, and I really need to focus."
"Fine," Hanschen sighed, "I'll stop."
"Really?" At that point Ernst had given up all hope of ever finishing his homework.
"Really. I have full confidence that you will repay me later," he said, smirking just enough to get his point across. Hanschen waited for a response, not at all doubting that Ernst didn't fully believe him, but he nodded none the less. He grinned and pulled him forward sharply, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. Ernst was the first to pull away, gasping for breath, his eyes glazed over and his mind blank. Hanschen's kisses never failed to have this effect on him, and he knew it was going to be his undoing someday, that is, if he hadn't already been undone.
"Do you still want to study?"
"No," Hanschen began to lean in again, but Ernst pushed him away. "But I have to," he said, turning around and picking up the book, amazed that he managed to retain his self control, especially after that kiss.
Ernst approached his house slowly, in an attempt to be a quiet as possible. The sky was darkening rapidly and he should have been home over an hour ago. He wasn't late for dinner, and he knew that everyone would be home, so there wasn't much point in trying to sneak in, but it was worth a shot. He stopped in front of the door, making a fast and clumsy attempt to smooth down his hair and fix the disarray that his shirt and blazer were in, with limited success. He placed his hand on the knob, turning it slowly and wincing as it creaked loudly.
"Ernst Robel! Where have you been? You informed me that you would be home by five and it is fast approaching seven. You had me so worried. What's wrong with your cloths?" Frou Robel attacked him with questions, trapping him in the exact situation he had been trying to avoid.
"I'm sorry momma. I was studying," Ernst tugged at his shirt. "At the Rillow's... and I lost track of time, so I ran home." She looked him up and down, as if analyzing the wrinkles in his shirt, or his tangled hair would confirm his story, eventually she nodded.
"Go fix your clothes, I'll call you when dinner is ready. I want you to think about how much time your spending with the Rillow boy, I don't think he is a good influence on you," Frou Robel said, looking him over one more time.
"Yes momma," Ernst mumbled, turning and hurriedly climbing the stairs to his room.
Once inside the safe haven of his bedroom he leaned against the closed door and breathed a sigh of relief, that had been far too close for his comfort. He stood up and placed his satchel on his bed, letting the contents spill out, among them was a folded piece of paper that hadn't been there a hour ago. Ernst smiled to himself, Hanschen had this miraculous ability to write long letters and slip them into his bag or even his pocket without ever letting the people around him notice he was in possession of a pen and paper. He picked up the note, unfolding it slowly and carefully, anxious to see what the most recent, and most likely forbidden words were.
Dear Ernst,
This weekend my father is going to be in Berlin for business reasons, and my mother-the dutiful wife that she is-has decided to accompany him. I have been instructed to stay behind and look after the house. I managed to convince them that it would be in everyone's best interest if I had some help. After some debate it was decided that you would not burn the house down or break the china, fortunately they didn't take into account what I plan to do to you once we are alone.
Make your decision quickly, I can't stand the anticipation.
Hanschen Rillow
P.S. You read far too slowly.
Ernst began to refold the letter, then promptly unfolded it, rereading what it said, just to make sure he hadn't imagined it all. Him and Hanschen. Alone. For an entire weekend. Although his excitement died down as he recalled his mother's earlier words, it was unlikely she would allow him to spend two full days with him if she was under the impression that he was a bad influence. Although his father might be able to convince her otherwise, it was worth a try.
He sat at the top of the stairs, listening t his parents debate. He had broached the subject at dinner, and as predicted, his mother did not approve yet his father was fine with it.
"He's helping Ernst with his studies, what is wrong with that?" Herr Robel argued.
"He's hardly ever home on time anymore, and when he is he locks himself in his room and won't come out until dinner,he's stopped doing his chores, and his clothes are always in disarray when he gets home. Please explain how studying would tangle his hair and rip the buttons off his shirt." Ernst winced, he had hoped she hadn't noticed the buttons.
His mother was gaining the higher ground, but his father continued to plead his case. "He says he runs home, that would explain why his hair is out of place."
Frou Robel sighed, "I just hate to think that he's been getting into fights, I'm worried about him." There was a long silence. Too long. Then.
"I hardly think he'll be getting into fights looking after a house for the weekend, and as far as chores, do you really believe that he's going to put himself through the embarrassment of allowing he Rillows to come home to a messy house?" There was another silence and Ernst prayed to whatever god would listen that it was one of quiet agreement on his mother's side.
"Very well."