Elise giggled wildly. A masculine finger was placed over her lips. The fifteen year old rolled her eyes and leaned against the tree, instanty regretting it. Snow soaked through her coat wetting her back. Moritz pulled her back into a hug. "Are you sure we won't get caught, Moritz," asked Elise. "H-Hanschen is still at school, correct?" "Yes. He said he wanted to talk to Herr Sonnenstitch about something." She fluttered her gloved hand in an uncaring fashion. Moritz held her hand tightly rubbing his thumb on her hand. "S-Shh, let u-us not get caught."
Elise peeked around the large skeletal tree. Wendla was conversing with Melchior, who dangled his journal loosely from his fingers.
The Bergeman girl's face glowed as she spoke to the radical who was deeply invested in what the girl was saying. Moritz was curious as to the nature of the conversation his old friends were having. Elise tugged on his hand, wanting to get closer. "L-Let us leave them alone, Lise," begged Moitz in a hushed tone. "Moritz, they're too adorable!"
He had to admit it, Elise was right. Melchior and Wendla did make a lovely pairing. He smiled at the two before turning back to Elise, pressing his cold lips to her cheek. "Goodness Moritz, you're freezing!" "I could say the same thing about you! We should get you inside before you get ill again."
The blonde brushed her braid over her shoulder and huffed, but complied and began to walk away from Wendla and Melchior with Moritz.
They'd been unofficially courting since Christmas. It was now February, the second coldest month in winter for the town. Elise knew that her parents would never let her be courted by a boy like Moritz, so she kept their relationship a secret around the house. The only member of the Rilow household who completely understood what was transpiring was Gretchen, whom Elise had sworn to secrecy when she had caught the two teenagers kissing behind the house.
Hanschen had suspected. Elise and Moritz had been very careful with what they did with their time while she tutored him and Melchior throughout the week. Melchior would be seated in a position where he could see the door and down the hall. Once he saw Hanschen he would cough twice, telling the couple that Hanschen was coming to check on them.
Of course, they did actually do some studying. Moritz was excelling in Latin now, just in time for the dreaded middle term exams. Those were on February 14th, only a week away.
"Come on, I want to stop in town and buy Mama something for her birthday. It is in three days," informed Elise, dragging Moritz towards town. Moritz nodded and took the lead. They intertwined fingers and swung their hands to and fro. Elise hummed an unfamilliar tune as she skipped, forcing her boyfriend to half-skip half-stumble. "D-Do I have to s-s-skip wi-with you," asked Moritz difficultly.
Elise groaned and stopped walking. She took Moritz's other hand. "We will get you to stop stuttering, Moritz. That is our next task after you advance to the higher class with the others." "W-What a-about my stutter?" "You st-t-t-t-tutter all the time, " Elise half-teased. "Are you nervous?" "N-No." The girl leaned in and chastly kissed Moritz's lips, leaving him flushed in the face. "You still blush when I kiss you," Elise sighed with a smile.
Moritz took her in his arms and kissed the top of her nose. "A-And you love me for it." Elise blushed, amusing Moritz. "Look who is turning red now." Elise smacked his arm. Moritz grunted. He clutched his arm in pain. The smile on the fifteen year old girl's face dropped. Had she hit him that hard?
"Moritz? Moritz are you okay? Oh God, did I hit you that hard?" Moritz breathed in sharply. "A-Ah!"
"Moritz I'm so sorry!"
An arm wrapped around her waist. Her breath caught in her throat as Moritz whirled her around so her back faced his front. "Not funny," she snapped at Moritz's laughter. He pressed a kiss to her scarved neck. Elise broke away and took Moritz's gloved hand. "Come on, Moritz! No funny business this time."
Moritz couldn't help but grin at the girl.
They reached the town center in a matter of minutes. The town center was not that large but it had plenty of shops. Elise inhaled deeply. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air. She loved the bakery. Perhaps if I have some money left, I can buy Mama some cookies or a cake! She thought. She tugged Moritz along to the seamstress shop. "Hallo, Frau Schindler," greeted Elise.
The elderly woman stood up. "Well hallo to you, young Fraulein! How are you and your family doing?" "Quite well. My father is in Munich on business, so it is just my Mama, Hanschen and I." The grey-haired seamstress nodded. She fixed her glasses and took a look at Moritz. "Well, hello to you Herr Stiefel." Moritz blinked but bowed in greeting. "G-Good afternoon, Frau Schindler," he said. "You know her?" Moritz nodded. "She would sew dresses for my mother all the time when I was little." "How is your dear mother, Moritz?"
"Not well, I must say," Moritz replied sadly. "She has the flu and is feeling quite stomach sick." Frau Schindler frowned. "I am sorry to hear. Send her and your father my regards." The old woman looked around and picked up a large quilted blanket. "Here you go, son."
Moritz put up his hands. "N-No, I couldn't." "Yes you can. The nights are cold and your mother needs warmth. I will be sending my nephew over with a pot of soup as well." "Really, Frau Schindler, I must protest. You have been so generous to my mother already. You do not need to-" Frau Schindler picked up her walking cane and hobbled over. She dumped the quilt in Moritz's arms. "You will take the quilt and give it to your mother, or I shall inform your father you were being disrespectful."
She winked at Elise, who giggled. Poor Moritz.
Moritz nodded, paling. "Ja, Frau Schindler. I will do that." "Good. Now, what is it you are here for my dear?"
Elise pulled her purse from her winter coat. "My Mama's birthday is on Saturday and I would like to sew her something. But, I am not so good at sewing." She touched her fingertips together in embarrasment. Frau Schindler nodded. Elise opened the small purse, revealing a small square of cloth. "This is my Oma's square from a quilt she gave my mother. She in turn gave it to Hanschen, who ripped it apart when he was a child." Elise smiled to herself. She would have to remind Hanschen of this later..in front of the other boys, of course.
"I see. And what would you like me to do with it," questioned Frau Schindler. "I would like it if you were to fashion a dress for my Mama, using this square somewhere in it. It would make her very happy. She misses Oma so much."
Frau Schindler smiled and took the square in her soft hands. "I will see what I can do. And you need it by Saturday?" Elise nodded. "By Friday, preferably, if you can. I do not wish to rush you." "Nonsense! I shall have it done by Friday night. Come pick it up Saturday morn, around ten o'clock." Elise handed over two marks. "Danke, Frau Schindler. We will be taking our leave now." "Good day then, Elise. You too, Moritz. Expect my nephew at around five o'clock today." "Who is your nephew?" "Oh he goes to school with you. You'll recognized him. Goodbye. I must get to work on this dress."
Hanschen rubbed his eyes and gathered his things. He'd spent a tiring forty-five minutes after class discussing his Latin test with Herr Sonnenstitch. The foolish mistakes the teacher had made on his test ruined his plan of getting Ernst alone.
It was too late to invite the timid boy to his house or anywhere else for that matter. He would just have to walk home alone, something he dreaded. Hanschen pushed in his chair and walked out the door of the class. He was alone in the hallway. He reached the doorway when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He flinched and turned around. "Hanschen," a rough voice breathed in his ear.
Hanschen groaned inwardly. "Bobby," he retorted. The taller, dark haired boy tightened his grip on Hanschen's shoulder. "May I walk you home?" "No. I am not a girl, Maler," Hanschen told him coldly. "I am a fifteen year old man and can walk myself home." Bobby's hand dropped down and grabbed Hanschen's hand. "Bobby," he hissed. "Hanschen, I've been wanting to speak to you for months and you've ignored me. Hear me out."
The slow walk was awkward. Hanschen did not look at Bobby at all as they walked. He could feel the frustration radiating off his companion. After ten minutes of silence Bobby spoke.
"Hanschen, what happened to us?"
"What do you mean, Bobby," Hanschen asked monotonously. Of course, he knew what Bobby was getting at. He just wanted to hear him say it. Bobby pushed Hanschen over to the cover of a barn. He ran a hand through his shaggy black hair that had grown untidy by a nervous hand brushing though it.
"You know very well what I mean, Rilow," snapped Bobby. He threw himself onto Hanschen, pressing his lips against the blonde's. Hanschen was shocked. He couldn't react immediately. He melted into the kiss. Time seemed to vanish, leaving only him and Bobby in that moment. It was just like their first kiss last year after gymnastics.
They'd been the last ones in the showers. Hanschen had known he was a homosexual for a couple of months at that point. It had taken a lot of getting used to and self-acceptance before he was able to be comfortable in his own skin. He'd had his eyes on Bobby Maler since the school began. His dreams became filled with images of Bobby and his muscular body, teasing him oh so much until he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Hanschen washed the last of the sweat and grime form his body. He felt the cold water travel down his chest. He sighed in relief. The cold water soothed his overheated and aroused body. He couldn't control himself in the showers with Bobby's attractive, nude body in his prescence.
His fingers turned the dial down and lessened the water pressure. A hand closed over his. Hanschen gasped at the sudden hold over his hand. He wanted to turn around but lips on his neck stopped him. Hanschen moaned as teeth gently scraped against the sensative part of his neck.
"B-Bobby?"
What a stupid question. Of course it was Bobby.
Bobby allowed him to turn around and face him. Bobby's finger pressed against Hanschen's lips. "Shh or they'll hear us," he whispered. Hanschen stood eerily still. He took in the scene in front of him. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It was a new emotion for him. He couldn't believe that what he dreamed about was happening.
His heart raced faster and faster as Bobby's face came closer and closer to his. His lips molded against the Maler boy's. His eyes shut and pleasure poured over him. His arms went around Bobby's neck, pulling him closer. He didn't notice how close he'd pulled Bobby until the boy pulled away. Hanschen smiled and touched his lips. "So you are.."
Bobby trailed off. Hanschen nodded slowly. "As are you," he commented hoarsely. There was a banging at the door. "Herr Rilow, Herr Maler! What is going on in there?" Bobby carefully ran to the door. "I apologize, Herr Sonnenstitch, but there was a problem with turning off the water. We fixed it and will be coming out in a moment." Footsteps left the two boys alone. Hanschen saw Bobby walk back over to him. He instinctively kissed the boy passionately.
The kiss lasted for a while before Bobby, once again, pulled away. Bobby raised his eyebrow. "Maybe we can make a regular occurance of this? But, perhaps, not always at school?" Hanschen nodded. "Perhaps we can induldge in..further actions?" Hanschen bit his lip teasingly. "Mmm, perhaps." Bobby turned off the water and grabbed his towel and wrapped it around Hanschen's waist. "I'll tell you when I find the place," he whispered seductively.
Bobby rolled on top of Hanschen, kissing him deeply. Hanschen's fingers fumbled furiously at the straps of Bobby's suspenders. "Damn things," he hissed as the straps finally fell loose. Bobby's fingers were at Hanschen's pants now. He'd managed to pull the straps loose on his suspenders before and was now working on pulling the blonde's pants off. The darker haired boy kissed Hanschen's neck hard, causing a moan of pleasure to escape from the blonde's lips.
"Ha-Hanschen," breathed Bobby huskily. Hanschen's icy eyes opened and widened. What was he doing? With Bobby? Not after what had happened back in October. Never again.
Hanschen pushed Bobby off of him and jumped to his feet. He pulled his trousers up from his ankles and onto his hips. He tightened the straps once more so the pants fit on his body once again. He pulled on his coat and brushed the hay off of his body. Bobby stood up straight with a furious expression on his face. "Hanschen, what the hell is wrong with you?" He whirled around to face his former lover.
"What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you? What gives you the right to sleep with another man when you are seeing me?"
Bobby scrambled over to Hanschen. "Hanschen, it was one time and it meant nothing!" "You said that to me over and over, Bobby, but I never bought it. I outgrew you anyways, Maler. You taught me all I needed to know about love and I thank you. I thank you for teaching me that love is foolish and nonexistant. Only lust and pleasure mattered in our 'relationship' and in any other affair I will have in the near future."
The dark haired boy watched as Hanschen gathered himself and walked away from him. It reminded him so much of September.
Because it was September all over again.
"And like I said, I outgrew you. I've found someone else." "...Who?"
Hanschen gave Bobby a haughty look. "Oh, you know him. And when I'm done with him, you can have him. He means nothing to me, just as I meant nothing to you."
I've been wanting to do a Bobby/Hanschen moment for so long and the opportunity presented itself! I just HAD to do it
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