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Prompt: Letter B: Bed

Rating: T

Drip Drip Drip.

The last of the left over water finally escaped down the bathtub drain as Ernst wrapped a towel around his lower half. Normally, he would do a better job of covering himself, but it was quite warm in the house and no one was home.

His whole family had been invited over to the Lammermeier's, but Ernst politely refused seeing as he was tired and wanted to be alone for a while.

Unfortunately for him, he realized this wish would could not be fulfilled as soon as he opened his bedroom door.

"Ah, I see you have finally finished Ernst. You took quite some time in there. What ever where you doing?"

Ernst jumped at least 3 inches and nearly dropped his towel, but managed at the last second to hold onto it.

There, lounging on his bed was no other then Hänschen Rillow. His shoes had been removed and placed neatly on the floor, his hands behind his head as he leaned on Ernst's pillow.

"Hänschen! What are you doing here?" Ernst nearly screamed.

"Am I not allowed to be here?" He replied smoothly.

"Well, no, I mean, yes, I mean.. How did you get in?"

"The door was unlocked."

"And if no one was home?"

"But you are."

"Yes, but… but…" Ernst let out a dramatic sigh. He could never win with this boy! "Well, um, could I at least put some clothes on?"

"Are you giving me an option?"

"What? N-no! Of course not!" Ernst face was becoming redder by the minute.

"Oh, Ernst…" Hänschen rose from the bed and calmly walked over to grab Ernst's hand. As he pulled him towards the bed, he closed the door. "What's the point?" From behind, he put his arms around Ernst, letting them rest on his chest which produced an involuntary shiver from him. " You know, as well as I, that your clothes would be shed onto the floor in a matter of minutes anyway…"

Hänschen began to place little kisses on the boy's neck as he fluidly ran his hands over Ernst's chest.

He whispered in his ear, "Let's have a sleepover Ernst. We can even, heh, share the bed like we used to."

"Will you be there in the morning, when I wake up?"

"Of course. We'll tell your mother we had a unplanned sleepover."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Ernst's only response was a murmured, "yes…" Before his towel -and Hänschen's clothes- lay on the floor forgotten.