Disclaimer: These guys do not belong to me. I make no profit from this and solely do it for entertainment purposes.

Author notes: I'm a big fan of Georg and Gustav; I love them, even more as a couple, so this is for you with lots of love. This is the first G/G that I've written so far.

Translator notes: This is my first translations, so I hope I've made it right, please, if you see a mistake or something like that, don't hesitate to tell me. So…here it is, enjoy and please, leave me a review, just to let me know how if like it

Nothing

From the first time he laid eyes on him he couldn't help the feelings which rose from the depths of his heart. This was something stronger than the feelings of nervous butterflies swirling in his belly. From that first moment of meeting him, he was mesmerized. He doesn't know whether it was those eyes which caught his attention first, or the way he casually says, "Here I am", to those he does not know. Perhaps though, it is because of the way he acts around those few he loves. He was very proud of being worthy of his appreciation, not too many people could get that.

It didn't take long to developed feelings far from just "liking" him. Yet it was still a long ways away from him to know just how much he cared for him.

It was too risky to tell him.

His perfection was insane. He loved music just as much as he did. He is a perfectionist, always trying to get everything perfect and as usual succeeded in doing so. He makes so many people happy- and that includes him.

Sitting there, with his bass in his hands, watching him cuddle it and wishing it was him he was cuddling. He saw how every single part of his body was sweating during exercise and the drops of his toil rolling down his cheeks, creating a shimmery coat that gave a perfect glow for his smile.

He loved his smile! And there were many other things that he loved about his personality. For instance, his ability to drive everyone nuts when he wake up in the morning to play his drums, or when he jest on the staff, or that austere temper that was impossible to change when he was mad. It didn't matter the actions, he knew all of them.

The problem was that he loved him within the sweet depths of secrecy. Those depths which are the shelter of lover's hearts in pursuit of relief, and even more doubtful was the fact that he couldn't be corresponded… And he was not planning to be, because he knew that all that perfection was never going to be with him. He knew it since he met him.

Since the first "Hi", because everything in that person was perfection to his eyes, the laugh when they shared a crush even though he felt hurted for those confessions. He loved him like that, with all the pain.

"What are you thinking about, Georg?" Gustav appeared behind him.

'In you,' he wanted to say. Gulping down for seeing him sweating after playing the drums, He simply said, "Nothing."