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Ernst Robel's thoughts raced: the vineyard, the sunset, the bells, and that kiss! He hadn't stopped thinking about it, and here he was, five day later, standing at Hanschen Rilow's door, after being invited to stay the weekend while his parents were away on business. He stared up at the enormous house with his big brown eyes. He examined the garden and the flowers in bloom. His heart beat a bit too fast as he knocked on the door.
"Herr Robel! Please, come in. How have you been doing?" a middle-aged woman with a kind face opened the door accompanied by her son, a boy of fifteen with blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, and soft features. Hanschen. He was casually leaning against the doorway, smirking—something that made Ernst feel both self-conscience, and amorous.
The boy seemed shy as he answered. "Just fine thank you, Frau Rilow."
Hanschen's mother nodded at the boys' response and went off to continue packing. Ernst had never been inside a house so big and he looked around at the high ceilings, and the parting staircase leading to the top balcony. So beautiful… he thought.
"Ernst, let me take your coat." Hanschen smirked again.
"Oh…! Yes, th-thank you Hanschen" Ernst was just now beginning to fathom what a weekend alone with Hanschen would really be like… especially after that perfect night in the vineyard…Ernst could still feel Hanschen's lips on his, and he gave an involuntary shiver.
"Come, Ernst, Natalia is fixing supper." Hanschen placed his hand on Ernst's shoulder and led him to the kitchen after casually running his fingers across the boys' neck making him flinch. A young cook had set the table for two. "Thank you Natalia that will be all," Said Hanschen. The young girl who appeared to be foreign nodded, awkwardly curtsied and left after giving a gesture to the Rilows as so they knew she was leaving for the weekend. Soon afterwards, Herr and Frau Rilow left as well and thanked Ernst for staying with their son, while they were away.
"We would hate to leave Hansy without any company; he would get terribly lonely…"
"Oh, yes, I would be…terribly lonesome indeed…" Hanschen gave a wink and smirked as Ernst's body went a bit rigid.
"Well, we had best be going, thank you again Ernst. Natalia is only blocks away if you need anything…Son, I expect you to be a proper host."
"Yes father." Hanschen kissed his mother, nodded to his father and promptly slammed the door behind them.
"I thought they would never leave… ah, well…alone at last…" he sauntered to where Ernst stood, and pressed his body to his. Slowly, Hanschen took Ernst's chin in his hand and brushed his lips against Ernst's, who let out a sound like a whimper and then, pulled Hanschen to him into a real kiss. Was he always such a tease? Hanschen was both pleased and surprised by this and "accidentally" fell onto the couch pinning Ernst beneath him. Ernst looked up at the handsome face, blonde hair, dark, blue eyes… he really did love Hanschen.
Hanschen smiled and kissed him again. Ernst was giddy; he smiled too and kissed back. Hanschen's fingers unbuttoned the top of Ernst's shirt, and he kissed the boys' neck. Ernst couldn't help it. He let out a sigh of lust. Hanschen paused and giggled.
"Hanschen?—oh… you're laughing! It's just I'm not use to—" I just sighed. he thought. Was I breathing hard? Why does he always laugh! Don't understand…
"Relax, Ernst… I find your lustful sighs rather…flattering and engaging." Hanschen smiled and kissed the nervous boy softly. "Come," he said when they had pulled apart. "Supper is probably getting cold." Hanschen got up and walked to the kitchen, but Ernst paused for a moment and pressed his finger tips to his lips…he thought of Hanschen's voice in the vineyard explaining to him how to skim off the cream (something he still didn't quite understand…) and the feel of his lips that had taken him by surprise.
"Why not?" Hanschen had said. And, yes why not? Thought Ernst. He had years to become a pastor, years to earn his degrees, and years to possibly find his red cheeked wife. But right now, at this moment, Ernst only cared about Hanschen; about holding him and kissing him, talking to him, and maybe even holding his hand. Ernst thoughts of love and lust masked a twinge in the back of his mind: guilt. But Ernst couldn't feel that twinge, only the fast beating of his heart.
The doe-eyed boy with brown hair, and an angelic face smiled. He got up and found his way to the dining room.
