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Sorry it's been so long since I've updated this story! I'm so so sorry LOL! Everything was so hectic!!!
Funfact – It took me 3 drafts to finish this chapter until this one.
You'll know what I mean ;D
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Consume My Mind, Chapter Seven – Any Moment
"I must say, it's a surprise seeing you here." Hanschen smiled at the boy, taking a sip of his drink.
"Why's that?" Ernst inquired, a soft smile playing on his lips.
"I don't know…" the blond trailed off lamely and they both laughed.
"My friend is the drummer for one of the bands performing tonight," Ernst explained.
"Same, my friend is the guitarist for one of them also." They were quiet for a moment. Hanschen noticed the other man was almost finished with his mojito. "Do you like your drink?"
Ernst nodded, taking a large sip. "It's very sweet…I don't usually don't like the taste of alcohol…It's so bitter…" The man swayed in his seat, smiling.
"Oh no!" Hanschen chuckled, "Are you a lightweight?"
"No, sire, I don't like boxing…" Ernst's bobbing head landed on Hanschen's strong shoulders. The blond laughed.
"Are you okay?" Hanschen patted the dark-chocolate mop of hair.
"Yes…"
"Really?" inquired Hanschen once more. After moments had passed, he deduced that Ernst had passed out on his shoulder. He also deduced that their conversation was stutter-free.
"I could get used to this."
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Ernst woke up to the smell of coffee, his eyes fluttering open in a quick fashion and then just as quickly fluttered closed again. He groaned.
"You sound awake!" Ernst heard Hanschen's voice coming from…somewhere.
"W-where am I?" he groaned out, voice hoarse.
"At my apartment. You totally passed out. Here." There was a slight noise and Ernst felt a weight at his feet.
Ernst opened his eyes once more and found the blond sitting by his feet on what Ernst presumed was Hanschen's couch. Hanschen held up two cups of coffee and he offered one to Ernst.
Sitting up, Ernst gratefully accepted the caffeine and smiled. "Thank you," he said politely. He started to make himself more aware of his surroundings, looking around the apartment curiously. He saw a clock read 4:00 A.M. "Oh my goodness! It is so late!"
"I'm sorry I dragged you here…I didn't know where you lived and a hotel would've been…yeah, no." Hanschen chuckled and Ernst smiled.
"It's alright, I'm sorry for putting you through so much trouble…" He let his bangs fall over his face shyly.
"No, no trouble at all," Hanschen smiled, taking a sip of coffee. "Would you like to stay here for the rest of the night, then?"
"Um," Ernst started, "Perhaps until morning. I don't want to be a bother."
"You are not a bother," Hanschen explained, smiling. "Do what you think is best." Ernst pulled his legs up to his chest, shivering. 'He always looks so delicate…' Hanschen thought, observing the other man. "Is it cold? The heater isn't working very well, I'm sorry."
The dark-chocolate mop of hair shook. "No, I'm fine."
"I'm getting a blanket." Hanschen moved to get up, but Ernst grabbed a hold of his sleeve before he left. The blond looked at Ernst curiously. "What is it?"
"P-please stay."
"But you're cold…" Hanschen saw the man trying to hide his small shivers.
"I'm fine…"
"Okay, no." Hanschen left quickly and returned with a thick blanket. Scooting dangerously close to the other man, Hanschen wrapped the blanket around them both. "This will help us both keep warm." He grinned.
"Thank you…" Ernst smiled in return.
Hanschen looked at him quietly and Ernst stared into the deep blue eyes. Moments passed. The details became blurred; the coffee, the blanket, the late night. All was compacted into the moment where their lips collided into one powerful force.
The kiss was soft at first, lips wanting only contact. Hanschen cupped Ernst's face in his strong hands, and Ernst melted into the kiss. Suddenly, Hanschen licked his lips softly, as if asking for entrance into the sweet mouth. Ernst permitted the intrusion and their tongues crashed together, both moaning. Ernst wrapped his arms around Hanschen's defined neck, pressing their chests together tightly. Hanschen's hands were roaming all over Ernst's body, making the man moan softly.
There was no definite moment in which their bodies had pulled apart from each other. But after they did so, each had to catch their breath. Ernst leaned on Hanschen, his forehead on the broad chest, their breathing fell to a steady beat and their chests rose and fell in unison. Sunlight crept into the room through the window, through the almost-translucent curtains, through the quiet air. "Sunrise…" Hanschen heard the soft voice, quiet. He pulled the man closer, cuddling his soft, thin body.
"Good morning, Ernst."
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He walked along the halls quietly, savoring each silent step. "Hanschen…" The name escaped Ernst's lips as quietly as his footsteps. Pausing, he ran his fingers over his pink lips, as if the word had made them tingle.
It has been almost two weeks since the incident at Hanschen Rilow's dwelling, and Ernst was counting the days. He dared not speak of the event, nor locked eyes with the blond since. (And it seemed to Ernst that the blond felt the same way).
After the kiss and after the morning light had streamed into the room, Ernst had pulled himself away from Hanschen's strong, warm embrace and stumbled out of the apartment with nothing but a whimper. Ernst was so embarrassed with his ridiculous exit that he vowed never to speak to the blond ever again. But then…
His thoughts would always start to wander, his eyes would always glance at his direction, his heart started to long. Long for the embrace, the warmth, the kiss. It was as if Hanschen had consumed his mind.
But how could Ernst possibly carry on, as if nothing had happened? And start over? He was sure that Hanschen probably despised him.
Ernst stopped his mind from wandering and once again regained focus. He found himself walking towards the Professor's lounge, his feet moving of their own accord. It would be safe there, today. Ernst had observed Hanschen the past two weeks and recently, he had not been to school, absent for nearly four days now. It would be a surprise if he was at the Lounge today.
From a distance, Ernst could already see that the lounge was mostly empty, with the exception of Moritz and Melchior. The men were talking quietly and Ernst never felt the need to eavesdrop, but it seemed that they were in the lounge alone to get some sort of privacy. Ernst stood a little to the side of the open doorway. He did not wish to interrupt.
"But you promised…" Ernst heard Moritz trail off, voice hoarse.
"I know, but it is difficult, you must understand…I want to balance my time between you two. You both deserve it. She does too, you know?" Melchior's voice was firm, but held a sort of gentleness. The room was quiet. "You know I can't choose. I love you…I love you both."
"It's just not enough Melchi! It's so difficult, for me…When I'm not even - I'm not even a girl…It's-" Moritz was cut off and there were muffled sounds before Ernst realized that Melchior had kissed him, breaking his speech. "NO!" Moritz yelled, and Ernst heard a crash. He must've pushed Melchior away, into something.
"You don't have to choose," Moritz said quietly and Ernst knew tears were forming. "I'll make it easy for you."
Ernst saw Moritz wiping his eyes, racing out of the Lounge so quickly he did not even notice Ernst by the doorway.
"Moritz, wait!" Melchior raced after him. Ernst wasn't as lucky this time and he was notice. The dean stopped abruptly.
"Ernst!" Melchior said in surprise, processing his presence. "Did you - did you hear everything?" He quickly wiped his eyes, pretending that something like dust was in them. But Ernst knew it was a farce.
"I-I didn't m-mean to pry…I t-though you n-needed privacy…" Ernst looked down at the tile floors, somewhat ashamed.
Melchior patted his shoulder. "It's okay, no worries." The two men stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say in the strange situation.
"W-would you like to g-get some coffee?" Ernst asked, mustering up the sympathy and bravery within him to ask the question. "We can t-talk, if y-you'd like."
"We have coffee here, Ernst." Melchior smiled. Ernst looked at him, eyes a little playful. Okay it's not the best coffee in the world…"
"Let's go, Melchior. I know a great place nearby. We can talk without any eavesdroppers." Ernst stated smoothly, smiling.
"If you don't have classes…" Ernst shook his head.
"Very well, then." Melchior hooked an arm around Ernst's square shoulders and they walked towards the north exit of the University, laughing.
Behind a corner, Hanschen stood quietly as he watched the two bodies disappear into the day, his mind racing.
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WOW MAN! Long/crazy chapter?!?!!
I had so many different drafts for this chapter. But in the end, this came out…
In the first draft, I wanted them to hook up right after the kiss.
In the second one, they didn't even kiss at all.
In the third(!!!) one, they had sex and it was awkward, etc etc.
That's why it took so long:(
But I think this version is the best-suited one. It's a little slow, but I think their relationship is SO IMPORTANT that it deserves a little effort by both of them ;D
You'll know what I mean in the next few chapters LOL
AND ALSO!
Melchior/Moritz/Wendla(?) love triangle? Haha a little of that too!!
(who will he choose?)
And while we're talking about that…
FUNFACT2 – Jonathan Groff is GAY! Whatwhat?
I love this chapter, it's my baby:)
Reviews, please!
OMNOMNOM
P.S. I'll start putting up chapters on my LJ if any are interested, but I'll update here first ;)
P.P.S. Sorry for such a long A/N lol
P.P.P.S. The song is from Into The Woods :)