A/N: I wrote this in like ten minutes.
Disclaimer: Could you imagine if I owned Spring Awakening? I would fix up the movie, for starters.
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Dinner was always the worst part of the day for Hanschen.
"That Ernst Robel is a nice boy. I can see why you want to do things with him," Frau Rilow said.
Do things to him, Hanschen mentally corrected.
"I'm proud of you for studying so much together. You'll succeed on your final exams, certainly."
Ah, the studying. Hanschen could remember their last study session: Ernst kneeling in front of him, doing that incredible thing with his tongue, Ernst's legs wrapped around Hanschen's waist, bodies moving back and forth, rhythmically faster, Ernst's eyes flickering shut, head rolling back, flying away with le petit mort. He also remembers the rush of sadistic satisfaction upon discovering ten angry red lines down Ernst's back, and knowing that I put them there.
It's thoughts like these that send shivers up his spine and blood to his groin.
...Shit.
He let out an entirely unconvincing wail of despair. "You'll have to excuse me, but it's my stomach again. I'll be fine."
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A/N: Tehe. This was fun. Reviews ensure more poorly-written semi-smut!