Hans carefully and gently wrapped his arm around the small teenager next to him, making the other wake up. "Vat are you doing, Hans?" he asked groggily. Hans said nothing, but held him tighter. "Hans, stop. Ve can't do this," Schrödinger said, now wide awake. Hans squeezed him gently and nuzzled into the boy's back. Schrödinger turned over abruptly and looked into Hans' eyes. The normal icy blue had been replaced by something sweeter, kinder, almost… loving. "Hans…" he started softly, but was shushed by a finger gently pressed to his lips.
Hans pulled him closer and their skin touched, bare chest to bare chest. Hans ran a hand up and down Schrödinger's back, trying to make him see what he was trying to say. "I don't understand…" Schrödinger said softly. Hans leaned forward and pressed his lips against Schrödinger's in their first ever kiss. Hans pulled back and looked into Schrödinger's eyes. The confusion in them a moment ago was replaced with a knowing, loving look. "Hans, you like me?" He nodded slowly.
Schrödinger wrapped his arms around Hans' neck and kissed him deeply and passionately. Hans put a hand on his chest to stop his small lover. Schrödinger obliged, very confused and slightly hurt. Hans made his intentions clear by nuzzling the boy again. Hans just wanted to cuddle him right now. He ran a hand through Schrödinger's semi-long blonde hair and took in the sweet, welcoming scent of chocolate and sweat residue from the cat-boy. They nuzzled each other again. "Vat about Herr Major?" Schrödinger asked after a moment.
Hans sighed. Schrödinger's thinking was on the right track. The Major understood having a male fuck toy, but a relationship? The army, or rather, their army, treated that the same way they did in the forties, a one-way trip to the gas chamber. Schrödinger couldn't die, but Hans… Hans was a little more mortal. Hans shrugged his shoulders to satisfy Schrödinger's need for an answer. "Please talk to me," Schrödinger whispered. Hans sighed again. "It'll all work out, I promise," Hans whispered back.
Schrödinger looked at Hans stunned. He had never heard his Captain talk before. He spoke with such an incandescent voice, deep and resonating, also rough with unuse. It made Schrödinger shudder simply from the sheer power of it. Hans smiled faintly and placed a chaste kiss on Schrödinger's stunned face. Hans hesitated for a moment, but leaned into Schrödinger's ear. "Ich liebe dich," he whispered slowly. Schrödinger blushed and hugged Hans tightly. "Ich liebe dich auch," he said back to Hans.
After a moment of them holding each other tightly, Schrödinger broke away and asked, "Vy are you talking to me?" "Because you're worth my breath," Hans said. It sounded cliché, but Schrödinger knew he meant it. "How do ve keep this from Herr Major?" he asked, getting to the serious business at hand. "We have to be careful." "I understand," Schrödinger said as he nodded, "So, um, ve can't do anything different at all?" Hans shook his head. "Not unless we are alone." Schrödinger's ears drooped and he hung his head. "Okay."
Hans noticed his change in demeanor and wrapped his arms around Schrödinger's smaller waist, pulling him closer. Their foreheads touched followed by their lips. Hans gently pushed his way into Schrödinger's mouth, savoring the distinct sweetness that was his younger lover. The kiss grew deeper and more passionate with each passing moment. Schrödinger placed a hand on Hans' chest, signaling him to stop.
Hans pulled away and gave the smaller male a quizzatical look. "I don't vant tonight to be about sex." Hans smiled at him. "Wasn't planning on it." He leaned forward to give Schrödinger a simple chaste kiss and snuggled up against his lithe frame. Schrödinger followed suit. Within moments, Hans was sleeping, more peacefully than any time Schrödinger had seen. He looked calm, not troubled by so internal battle like normally. Schrödinger followed suit, closed his eyes, and fell asleep right in Hans' arms.