By far the most athletic in the class, Hanschen was amazed that he still got stuck cleaning up all the equipment at the end of the day. The only thing he wanted was to take a shower and go home. The day had been long enough with two tests, and he was in no mood to be in school any later than he needed to be. He left class and stumbled back into the changing room, quickly stripping down and wrapping himself in a towel to take a quick shower.
Until he got to the showers, he hadn't noticed that one was still on. Stepping into the communal shower, Hanschen noticed that Ernst was still washing himself. Trying to remain casual, he turned on one of the shower heads and rinsed himself beneath it. Ernst was two spaces away, and he couldn't help but continue to peak at the boy beside him. It was the first time he had seen him in the showers, but he hadn't ever remembered enjoying it as much as he was.
Ernst was staring at him too, his eyes skimming over Hanschen's body. They finally made eye contact, and Hanschen could see Ernst's eyes were wide filled with desire. "Ernst," Hanschen said, running his hands through his hair as the water ran through each strand.
"Y-yes, H-Hanschen?"
"Touch me."
"What?"
"I can see it in your eyes. I dare you to touch me."
"H-Hanschen, you're a man," he put emphasis on the word man as if it were some terrible and horrible thing to be.
"I am and so are you. All men have their needs, don't they, dear Ernst?"
"I g-guess so," he replied.
Hanschen moved closer to him, grabbing onto his wet arm. Ernst put a hand on his chest, and Hanschen shut his eyes. It had been so long since any other human had put a hand on his body. Even the smallest touch sent him reeling.
"This isn't so bad is it, Ernst? You enjoy it, don't you?"
Ernst was trembling. "I-I do."
Hanschen pressed himself against the other boy, holding him tightly to his body. One couldn't call it a hug because it wasn't a hug. It wasn't a warm and loving embrace. Rather, it was a need to feel another person's body, a response to the words that the other person's body was calling for.
Nothing much happened. Hanschen ran his hands across Ernst's body, breathing heavily as he finally made contact with a man. It was nothing intimate. It was only a touch, but as he hands ran across his classmate's soft skin, he grew more and more aroused. Though shy at first, Ernst slowly began to let his hands glide up and down Hanschen's arms and slightly lower down his body.
Hanschen groaned and pressed himself dangerously close to Ernst. Ernst was breathing heavily now, his mouth close to Hanschen's ear, so close he could hear each sharp exhale coming off of the thin boy.
Oddly enough, there was nothing sexual about it, at least not in the way Hanschen imagined sex. They didn't kiss. They didn't even begin to explore what it was like to give pleasure to someone else. They simply touched. They tried to get a sense of how wonderful it was to be skin to skin and body to body. Hanschen found it was enough. His body was aching to be near someone. It didn't have to be sexual. His body was begging to be close to another, and he finally listened to the words that tore at his mind.
It didn't last more than a few moments when Herr Baker's footsteps could be hear in the changing room, and the two pulled apart, rinsing off the last of their soap.
Hanschen shut the water off soon after, wrapping himself in a towel. "Good day, Ernst," he said simply.
Ernst, jaw hanging open, stared at him with his deep brown eyes. "G-good day, Hanschen. I'll see you t-tomorrow."
Hanschen's body had never been more thankful.
