…Disclaimer: Spring Awakening isn't mine…

"I do not believe that you should be giving me detention in the first place, sir" Hanschen said to his teacher after being yelled at, "why are you not punishing the others in class. Why, Otto is the one who started the teasing."

"Otto never speaks unless he's spoken to, Hanschen, which is something you should learn" The teacher retorted, "You openly clenched a hand around Robert Mahler's buttocks, an action that would give you one hell of a punishment outside of this classroom. Be thankful a detention is all you are receiving."

"I was dared" Hanschen argued, but the teacher would hear no more.

"Detention, after school tomorrow," the teacher scowled, and that was the end of the conversation.

Dear Ernst,

My darling, I have received detention yet again. I know not of when we can actually see other for a third time. I have missed you severely and I await your return this weekend, if I do not get in trouble again.

Please, do not ask how I got into trouble; only know that I will be thinking of you the entire time.

Love,

Hanschen

It was time for the detention; the school had emptied out, all except for Hanschen and, to his surprise, Otto.

"Hanschen, don't you have to be in detention now?" Otto asked as he walked up to Hanschen, slowly.

Hanschen merely glared back at his overweight classmate and scowled, "yes, thanks to you"

"Thanks to me?"

Hanschen bit his tongue and decided not to answer.

"What did I do?"

"You dared me, Otto, you dared me to do it, and now the entire school will know me as somebody who enjoys the feel a man's body or something like that."

"But, do you not?"

"What?"
"Do you not like that? I was set to believe you did. Almost everyone is speaking of the incident between Ernst and you. Aren't you the reason he was sent away?"
"I'd rather not to speak of it, I have detention"

And, with that, Hanschen left to his classroom to pay for his crime, whatever he actually did.

Hanschen entered the room and took his seat. He did not speak to the teacher or anything, he just sat still. Less than five seconds passed and Otto had joined them. What is he doing here? Hanschen asked himself, but ignored him as good as he could.

"I must excuse myself for but a moment, do nothing" the teacher said as he rose from his seat and left Otto and Hanschen alone.

"What are you doing here?" Hanschen asked.

Otto did not reply, but he moved closer to Hanschen.

"What do you want with me?"
Otto smiled and looked at Hanschen, "How did you know?"

"What?"
"Your sexuality? You must've had a period of time when you wanted the feel of a female. How did you know that you liked Ernst?"

"I don't know what you're speaking about, Otto"

"Yes you do." Otto scooted closer to Hanschen, "I was wondering if you could help me?"

Hanschen darted a look at Otto, a look of confusion, "I cannot do this, Ernst would be furious"

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him" Otto said, slyly and pulled Hanschen in closer to him and planted a kiss onto Hanschen's lips.

It was not a bad kiss, but you could tell that Otto had not much experience in the matter.

Hanschen didn't care.

The kiss only lasted for a moment longer when they heard the teacher's footsteps coming toward the classroom. He entered and glared at Hanschen and Otto.

He asked, "Did you move seats?"

Otto smiled and answered, "No." Which, obviously, was a lie, but the teacher would believe before he would ever believe anything Hanschen would have told him.

That night, Hanschen put together a letter as quickly as he could for Ernst.

Ernst,

I need you back in my arms.

When you return, we'll go the willow tree.

The tree where we first felt Heaven, where we were first together, where the skies broke down in blue light.

I love you, I really do…

…I need you………

Love

Hanschen

Hanschen folded the letter and placed it on his nightstand. He relaxed against his hard bed, blond hair accenting the blue pillow case beneath him.

Back and forward, his eyes darted, thinking about both Ernst and, oddly enough, Otto.

What was with him? Why did he want to kiss me?

But, the thing that scared Hanschen the most was, a part of him did not regret what he had done.

The moon was Hanschen's only source of light, now, allowing him to see just the trees outside of his window and the stars, each smiling back at Hanschen and his bustling mind.

He was almost asleep when he heard a stone hitting his window, hard. If it was thrown any harder, it might've broken the glass.

"Who's there?" Hanschen called as he opened the window and peered into the dark landscape below.

He couldn't hear anybody, but someone replied. It was a boyish voice, both scared and determined, both intimidated and intimidating, it was Otto.

"Can you come out?" He called back.

"Are there any other lights on in my house?"
Otto took a moment to respond. Hanschen could almost sense a small sense of relief when Otto answered, "no."

"I'll be down in a moment" Hanschen responded, and proceeded to pull on his clothes.

What did he want? He better not get me into more trouble. Then again, trouble can be fun sometimes, right?

"Otto, what do you want?" Hanschen called into the dark yard which he stood. The dew from the grass causing his toes and feet to grow quite cold, making Hanschen begin to regret being outside. Hanschen continued to look around, "Where are you?"
Otto jumped from behind a bush and collided with Hanschen, throwing the two of them onto the ground. Hanschen screamed, but not loud enough to wake up anybody (thank god).

With Otto atop of him, Hanschen didn't feel very cold anymore, after all, Otto wasn't exactly a tiny boy, and he had meat on his bones which made the cold dew seem slightly bearable.

Otto smiled, "would you like to come with me to my dad's barn? It's warmer there due to the hay. We could lie about and talk, if you want."

Hanschen didn't put much thought into his next move, so he just smiled and agreed to go along with Otto to the barn.

After all, what was there to loose? They are just kids after all, right?

Hanschen was led up to a warm loft filled with lush hay in which the two laid in together. Hanschen was staring out the barn window, but he could feel that Otto was looking at him, silhouetted in the moonlight.

"Hanschen, do you love Ernst?"

"What?"
Hanschen's gaze outside at the starlit sky broke and he jolted upright, "of course I do… Otto, I-"

Otto leaned over and planted a kiss on Hanschen. This time, it was far better then the first. He pushed Hanschen onto his back and forced his tongue between Hanschen's gates. The way Otto moved his body atop of Hanschen's; it wasn't as if he were overweight at all, everything moved as fluid as anybody else could have done this.

Hanschen's mind went blank; he wrapped his arms around Otto's neck and pressed him down harder atop of him, forcing Otto to become even closer to Hanschen's body.

He's far better then before. Why should I not be enjoying this?

"Wait, Otto" Hanschen said as he pulled out from under Otto, "I cannot do this to Ernst, I cannot-"

But, Otto was insistent. He covered Hanschen's mouth and whispered into his ear, "I want to be wounded."

Hanschen stopped struggling and allowed Otto back on top of him. Hanschen removed his shirt, ignoring the brisk, cold air that drifted between the two of them. Otto was more hesitant to remove his, but Hanschen would have none of this, so he did the favor for him.

There they were, nothing but air between them and nothing but the moonlight providing the ambience for this lovely evening. Otto lowered his lips to Hanschen's chest; he kissed down from his chin to his belly-button and licked his way back up. For some reason, Hanschen lost control; grabbed hold of Otto's behind and flipped him onto his back. Otto was ready for this when, suddenly, the memory flew into his head of all the tender moments between him and Ernst.

Suddenly, he pulled off; his eyes were watering for some reason.

"What is it?" Otto asked, breathing heavily, "Why have you stopped?"

Hanschen pulled his shirt on, and already began his descent down the stairs, "Problems of the heart."

Otto watched as Hanschen walked away and decided to at least feed the demons of his libido. He removed his pants, and aimed toward the walls.

Hanschen got home just fine and decided to write to Ernst.

Ernst,

We have a problem

-Hanschen

And, with that, Hanschen laid in his bed but did not fall asleep.