A.N. Hope you're all getting hooked(; Lol, and yeah, I was even iffy with putting Paparazzi myself, but the words seem to best describe Ernst's feelings for Melchior...in my story(:

The Word of Your Body- Hanschen only

S P R I N GAWAKENING

Chapter 2

"Hanschen, I don't normally take this route to my house."

Ernst was becoming worried. He had idly followed Hanschen from the schoolyard to where they now appear to be; the woods.

"Ernst, have I ever once been to your home?" Asked Hanschen leading the way. He held his books to one side of his body as his free hand whacked away at loose branches and troublesome gnats.

Ernst took a second to think, "No."

"And did I ask for directions to your home?"

Ernst thought again. He hadn't. "No."

"Then obviously we are not going to your home."

"Hanschen?!"

"Don't worry. I will take you home. Just not so soon."

The two boys finally made it to a clearing. Amidst the thick of trees was a perfectly secluded spot. In the middle of the tree-free, circular area was a tall stone, ideal for a pair of people to sit upon. Around it were purple flowers, with random dandelions mixed in.

"Hanschen, may I ask why we are here?"

He made no reply, nor did he intend to. At least, not right away. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible before swooping in for the kill. His prey? The ever meek, Ernst Robel.

"Sit." Hanschen ordered. He sat on the rock and patted the empty space beside him. "You may place your books on the ground, or simply hold them on your lap. Take your pick."

He certainly is a demanding one, isn't he? Is this what Melchior was talking about? Ernst gulped and cautiously sat down next to him. His body tensed and twitched at the sudden graze of his elbow on Hanschen's arm. His quite muscular arm. Who knew beneath that thick patch of cotton laid a bulging bicep?

They sat there for what seemed like hours in total silence. Ernst was too nervous, and scared for his life to say anything. He was too busy trying to wipe away every trace of sweat that emitted from his body. After the eternity of nothing happening, Hanschen stood up.

"It's time."

Ernst became wide-eyed, "What?"

Hanschen:

Come cream away the bliss/

"Hanschen? What?"

Hanschen:

Travel the world within my lips/

"Hanschen…?"

Hanschen:

Fondle the pearls of a distant dream/

haven't you heard the word of your body?/

"…Hanchen…?"

Hanschen:

O, you're gonna be wounded/o, you're gonna be my wound/

o, you're gonna bruise, too/o, I'm gonna be your bruise//

Swiftly but softly, Hanschen leaned in for a kiss. He lightly touched Ernst's lips with his own before forcefully grabbing them into a lip lock. He continued kissing the other boy, fully aware of the unreciprocated action. After another ten seconds, he pulled away and gave a puzzled look to the boy sitting below him.

"What?"

Ernst remained wide-eyed and bushytailed. He could not comprehend what had just happened. Without a word he got up and ran through the trees, passed the bushes, and back out into civilization where everything made sense. The worst part of it all? Ernst had somewhat enjoyed that bizarre and frightening moment alone with Hanschen. But he couldn't! No, such act of impurity was greatly looked down upon by the Church. So was he doomed to live a life of eternal damnation for receiving enjoyment from a sin he didn't choose to commit? If it didn't, then what did it make him? Surely it couldn't be proper to think of something such as what happened as proper in eyes of God. One thing was for sure, everything else went away when he had his quality time with his Bible.