Disclaimer-I don't own Spring Awakening. It's not mine. Nor am I making any money off of this story.

Warning-Begone, homophobes. The boys in this story are gay.

On with the show!


Title-Reflections at Sundown

Author-Phoenix Foxfire

Rating-K+. I think. They just kiss. That's about it.

We sit under our special tree in our vineyard. Yes, I have come to think of it as ours. After all, it is where I first kissed him, and it is one of the places where we have spent our most precious days and nights since. His head rests delicately on my shoulder and my arm is wrapped around him, hugging him to me as a cat's tail does when it winds itself around your ankles. We don't speak. No words are needed right now. We sit gazing at the sunset, a brilliant burst of bright orange sky which slowly fades into a rust color.

We sit there, not thinking of anything in particular until he stirs slightly and voices the question, "What if they find out about us?"

His tone is slightly scared, and tired as well, as if he has thought about this many times before. I also hear sadness, and I ask myself why. Is he afraid that I will leave him? Renounce everything we've done and shove it aside like it was some kind of mistake? No! I could never do that.

I kiss the top of his raven-colored locks and wrap my other arm around him, clasping my hands by his hip. "Darling," I say softly, "If they ever find out, then we will leave. We'll go to a place where the people aren't bigoted." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them, but it doesn't matter. I don't want to stop them.

He looks up at me, those dark brown doe eyes blinking at me, slightly surprised, but full of hope.

"Together?" he questions.

So he was worried I might leave him.

I look at him and reply firmly. "Yes. Together."

I know, after these many months of being with him, that I would never leave him. I will gladly abandon my parent's plans of marrying me off to some girl and bearing the next Rilow heir. I can never live without this sweet angel who currently rests in my arms. Even if I were to marry and continue seeing him behind my wife's back…I just couldn't do it. I will never, can never belong to anyone but this boy in front of me. Ha. I say boy, but he is no child, however innocent he maybe for his 16 -almost 17- years. I may be older than him, 17 for a month now, but neither of us are completely men yet. We are caught in that suspended state right in between the two.

I shift suddenly, lying down on my back, pulling his head against my chest, one hand still around his waist and the other entangled in his silky tresses, that gorgeous hair that can never seem to keep from falling over his eyes. I stare up at the sky, now a deep purple except for a copper band on the horizon. As the first stars appear, I can feel his heartbeat against my ribcage. It beats at the same rate mine does, as if our two souls were one. Which I believe they are. Our individual souls must surely be made of the same thing.

There's that damned sentimentality. He made me like this. Not that I resent it. I have always had a soft side, but I have always covered it with an arrogant and confident air. Of course, that is not to say I don't still portray that image most of the time, but because of him I will occasionally let my guard down. I know his feelings remain the same whether I am sweet and romantic or cocky and passionate.

No, I could never leave him. Every time I see him, every time I touch him, every time we kiss, every time we make love, I feel that overwhelming burst of emotions, as if someone has ignited a fire burning in my heart, my mind, my soul, heat spreading throughout my entire body. He is my first love and he shall be my only love.

As I play with his hair and gently tug on it, he softly whispers my name.

"Hanschen."

He grabs my hand that's in his hair and interlocks our fingers. He leans on his other hand, which is placed by the side of my head. The last rays of sunlight hit his face, giving his porcelain skin an ethereal glow. "You're beautiful, Ernst," I breathe softly, and he smiles.

"I love you," he says.

My heart misses a beat. No matter how many times he says it, I will never tire of hearing it. To know that this beauty is mine leaves me speechless. I think briefly about the first time he said he loved me, and how I responded with, "And so you should". I was too afraid then to admit my own feelings. But no longer. I respond as I have many times now.

"I love you too."

He leans down and places his soft lips on mine. The kiss is breathtaking, filled with all of our emotions, and I marvel at the rightness of it, how this feels absolutely perfect.

We part, and he just looks at me with eyes full of trust and love. I smile at him and gently lay him down on top of me, his head in the crook of my neck, which he kisses briefly before we both fall asleep. As the sun slips out of sight, I am overcome with a feeling of pure bliss, and a love that can never be tainted.

*Finis*


Author's note- I plan on going to my room right after this and writing the same scene from Ernst's point of view. And I quite enjoyed writing Hanschen's softer, more romantic side. I think this is one of my favorite works I've ever written, and that's saying something, because I've actually written a lot of stuff over the years (just not stuff that's on here, obviously, since this is only my third fanfic to be posted). But anyways…I know that there are multiple really long sentences. They are purposefully like that. It's a stream of consciousness thing that I'm working on for an English class. Also, the line about souls being the same...I kind of paraphrased that from Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. The quote is "Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same." I do not own Wuthering Heights.