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'Oh, I've missed this,' Hanschen said as he and Ernst walked up the Robel's front garden.

'What?' Ernst asked, though he was sure he knew.

'Sleepovers,' Hanschen replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

Ernst wholeheartedly agreed; it was one of the things he'd missed, and also one of the things they couldn't do when they were in the vineyard. It had been a great few hours, though, catching up, reminiscing, kissing... And Hanschen had actually been grateful for Ernst's presence, which was a bonus. For now, everything was good.

Ernst led Hanschen through to the living room, smiling at the prospect of the night ahead.

'Are your parents not in?' Hanschen asked, as he took a seat offered to him.

'No, they're at some work thing for my father's company,' Ernst said. 'They'll be back tomorrow afternoon. Madison is sleeping at a friend's place, so the house is all ours.'

Hanschen grinned. He liked the sound of that.

'Drink?' Ernst asked as he walked into the adjoining kitchen.

'Water would be nice, thank you.'

Ernst walked in a moment later with two glasses. He handed one to Hanschen and sat down opposite him. 'So, did you come all the way here alone?' he asked.

'Yes.' Hanschen replied, setting down his glass. 'Well, a friend in the village helped me set off, but I walked alone.'

'A friend?'

'Yes, Brigitte. You would have liked her, Ernst, I'm sure.'

'Really...?' Ernst said slightly doubtfully.

Hanschen nodded. 'She was exactly like Ilse, and she made it so much easier.'

'Oh... did you have many friends in Weimar, then?'

'A few. My classmates weren't too bad, and the girls in the village were nice enough.'

'Sounds like you had it good.'

'I suppose, but obviously not as good as here.'

'Did you meet anyone special?' Ernst blurted out.

Hanschen frowned slightly. 'If you mean the "special" that I think you mean, then no.'

'You said you met some girls.'

'Well I did, but they were just-'

'Just? I was here alone, and you were cavorting about with...'

'Ernst, what's gotten into you? I didn't think you were the jealous type.'

'The jealous type?' Ernst asked. 'I'm sorry, should I have a reason to be jealous?'

'Ernst, how could you think I would...?'

'Is that why you never told me you loved me? You didn't write, no contact for seven weeks.' Ernst stood up. 'I should have known.

'I can't believe you-' Hanschen started.

'I can't believe you! I just wanted to be with you! You never really intended to be with me forever, did you? You simply had your way and-'

'Ernst!' Hanschen shouted, standing up, towering over Ernst. 'Do you honestly think a single moment passed while I was in that godforsaken place that I didn't think of you? Where I wasn't realising how much I loved you, how much I want to be near you? I fucking love you Ernst Robel, more than anything else on this planet! Do you not see? And you're that blind to think I would actually have eyes for anyone else?'

Ernst was trembling. 'Y-you, love me?'

Hanschen breathed in deeply. 'More than anything.' He repeated through gritted teeth.

Ernst leaned up tentatively and pressed his lips to Hanschen's. At the contact a firework went off and any anger and tension in them flew out the window to be replaced by passion, an explosive kind of passion found only in an everlastingly fresh relationship like theirs.

Ernst entangled his fingers in Hanschen's hair pulling him as close as possible to exert the mixed feelings in his mind at that moment went off and Hanschen wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, determined to show him he was his and only his.

'Bedroom?' Hanschen gasped, pausing the kiss. Ernst nodded, catching his breath also. He captured Hanschen's lips again with his own and allowed himself to be carried into his room, where the passion further erupted.

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Phwoar.

I know Ernst was a little OOC, but I guess that's just because he wants Hanschen all to himself.

Let's face it, we all do =]

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