A/N: So, I've been rather productive the last few days homework-wise, meaning I have some time to write!!! So, here it goes! (And I apologize for what happens. It gets a tad smutty, but it just came as I typed. Lol)

As always, I unfortunately do not own Spring Awakening, and if I did… well, it's probably best I don't. (Those poor boys would be in huge trouble and let's leave it at that. Lol)

It was a close race, mostly because they did not want to be too far from the other. Hanschen, however, held up right before the end, allowing Ernst to win.

"I win," he said, as he grinned back at Hanschen. Both boys were slightly flushed from the run and Hanschen was almost sorry he let Ernst win. The things he wanted to do to Ernst at that moment were almost unthinkable. Almost.

"So you do," Hanschen replied after attempting to clear his head of the thoughts that were conquering his brain. "Shall we go inside?"

"Of course! After you," Ernst said, holding the door open for Hanschen. As he entered, Hanschen's hand skimmed across Ernst's stomach, sending sparks through them both.

Once inside, they noticed how quiet the house was. Sitting on the table was a note from Ernst's parents:

Ernst,

We've gone with the Rillows to their country house for a party tonight. We will be back tomorrow afternoon. There is some bread in the kitchen, help yourself.

Love Mama

Oh, and Hanschen is more than welcome to keep you company if you get lonely, but please behave.

Hanschen read this over Ernst shoulder and began to smirk devilishly once he read the last sentence. Ernst was his for the night, as was the house.

"Well, would you like to have a sleepover Hanschen?" Ernst asked, without thinking things through. "I mean, I do not wish for you to get lonely in your own house."

Ernst waited for a reply, but none came. He glanced around to find himself alone in the room. To his right, the door leading to the kitchen opened.

"I would love to," Hanschen said as he reappeared with two loaves of bread in his hands. "How about a picnic in your room?" he suggested.

"Ok," Ernst said, "but I do not understand why you would want to go to my room. It is a complete disaster."

Hanschen set the bread on the table and pulled Ernst into his arms. Taken by surprise, Ernst waited to see what would happen instead of following his hormones.

Hanschen's fingers traced down Ernst's face to his neck, all the way down to his lower back before Hanschen moved his hand back up to Ernst's face. His fingers laced with Ernst's hair as he pulled him into a kiss.

Somehow, deep down, Ernst knew what was in store for that night as he gave into the passion that quickly overcame him. All too soon, Hanschen pulled away the slightest bit to look into the other's eyes. He was clueless to the fact that the look of desire he saw in front of him was reflected on his own face.

Removing one hand from the dark-haired boy, Hanschen picked up one loaf bread and put it gently in Ernst's hands. As soon as he had grabbed the other, he headed towards the stairs that led to the boy's bedroom.

They silently set the bread on the desk next to Ernst's ever-open Bible. Once their hands were free, Ernst found his way back into Hanschen's embrace. Seeing that this was submission, Hanschen brushed a lock of hair away from Ernst's face.

"Are you sure?" he asked, knowing he would have to leave, but not wanting to, if the answer was no.

In response, Ernst gently laid a kiss against Hanschen's collarbone.

Not being able to hold back anymore as his head filled with all of the things he wanted to do to the boy, Hanschen picked Ernst up and forced him onto the bed. Their lips connected and their tongues danced together as one. Quickly, their clothing began to be shed, until all that was left was their undergarments.

Being on top, Hanschen paused to gaze down at Ernst's body. It was pale and on the thinner side, but there was still definition in his muscles. Ernst gazed back at the athletic Hanschen, who was much stronger than himself. The two let the tension build for as long as they could before they shed the rest of their clothing and continued their night.

Ernst woke the next morning with his head against Hanschen's bare chest and a hand stroking his hair.

"Good morning Hanschen," Ernst said with a smile as the previous night's events rushed back to him.

Hanschen looked down at him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very well," Ernst replied.

"You must have, seeing how energetic you were last night," Hanschen said as he smirked.

"You were rather enthusiastic yourself," Ernst replied, knowing who would have woken up anyone within the house with their sentiments.

"Do you still love me?" Hanschen asked, quick to change the subject.

Before Ernst could answer, there was a knock at the window shortly followed by Ilse.

"Ernst," she began, "I need someplace to rest for a bit, may I …" She trailed off seeing Ernst in bed with Hanschen and their clothes strewn about the floor.

They just stared at each other for a few moments as they all took in their surroundings. Hanschen, in his typical manner, was the first to speak.

"Ilse, I know what this looks like…"

"Hanschen, all I'm going to say is that if you hurt him, I will come after you with a paddle," she replied before he could finish.

"I do not wish to hurt him," Hanschen said as he sat up and leaned towards Ilse.

"Good."

An awkward silence encompassed the room.

"Ilse?" Ernst finally said.

"Yes?"

"How… Why… You can sleep downstairs," he said, saving his questions for later.

"Thank you." With that, she headed towards the door. But before she completely left the room, she spun to face the two lovers.

"Just do not get caught," she said. "I would hate to lose anymore friends." Then she closed the door to give them some space.

They sat awkwardly for a few moments.

"I still love you," Ernst whispered as he leaned over to place a kiss on Hanschen's cheek.

Hanschen, unable to express his feelings, gave Ernst a proper kiss before they settled back into the bed to rest for while longer.

A/N: So… how awful was it? I tried not to make it too smutty.

I have a few new ideas for stories that I'm going to attempt to start soonish (like this weekend), so be on the lookout for those (please!!!!!!!)

Random fact: When I saw the show, Moritz hugged Ernst first when he found out he passed, showing that they were probably friends. And then Moritz completely avoids Hanschen when he goes down the line. Just random observations.

Reviews are amazing and will help me write more sooner rather than later!!!!

Oh, and thanks for reading. I really do appreciate it immensely.