A/N: Haha! Third part, peoples. Hopefully it's smutty enough.
He was going insane. This was fact, not fiction. That kiss was all he could think about, the only thing that was actually worth thinking about. The way Haschen slipped in between his mouth just so, applying enough pressure to make the butterflies in his stomach scream for deliverance. There was only so much a boy of Ernst's age could take before he went overboard with lust.
Ernst laughed inwardly at the very idea of him falling dead with desire. What would be written on his headstone? "Ernst Robel - Hard for Haschen, a wonderful son." Ernst didn't think so though it was a bit amusing. It was amazing that he could remember that moment so vividly when it had been days ago that it actually happened. And that merely the memory could make him feel so hot and bothered.
His shoulders rose as he sighed with a hint of sadness. He just had to see Haschen again, no "if"s, "and"s, or "but"s about it. There was just a crazy need that was surfacing in the boy's body that made the wolf in sheep's clothing burst from its seams and spring on anything that so much moved.
That was it. Ernst would have to see him or burst with need and he certainly didn't want to do that. But how would he contact him? Where would they meet? Thinking for a moment, Ernst pulled out a scrap piece of parchment and carefully composed a note.
I simply must see you again. The river?
Feeling a bit accomplished, he folded it into a quarter fold and stuck it in his pocket. Before heading off to the river, he would stop at the Rilow's residence. Perfect.
Kissing his mama good afternoon, Ernst hurried on his way, not bothering with his boot laces though he could trip very easily. It didn't matter, he needed to see Haschen and, at the moment, shoelaces were not very high on the priority list.
Finally arriving at Haschen's home out of breath, he knocked twice and left the scrap of paper before scurrying off. Hopefully Haschen would receive the note; explaining something like that to Herr Rilow would be most awkward. Ernst decided that it was best if he snuck around the house to make sure it was, in fact, Haschen who read the note.
Thank goodness it was. The blond peeked his head out of the door and reached down for the scrap of paper, read it quickly before slamming the door shut. That meant that Ernst only had a few moments to get down to the river area so he set off at full speed.
When he reached the banks, he was astounded to find that Haschen was already there, a lazy grin paired with devilish eyes meeting Ernst's gaze as he sat by the river.
"You got my note."
"Indeed," he replied, his face breaking into a toothy grin. "Now, why is it you called me here?"
Ernst moved to sit next to the boy, his forearm brushing against Haschen's.
"Well, I-I couldn't stop thinking about… you know…" he replied shyly, holding his knees to his chest. Looking over at the blond, he saw the smirk cleverly placed there.
"That's not it though. I want…" Ernst trailed off, averting his gaze.
"What do you want, Ernst?" Haschen gently placed one finger beneath his chin, turning the innocent face to him.
"I want… I want you to… To touch me." Lowering his eyes, Ernst pulled away, his back facing Haschen.
"Is that all?" he questioned in a sing-song voice, crawling up behind the boy and blowing gently at his ear. Ernst shivered, turning to face Haschen but their noses brushed one another, forcing them into a kiss though neither seemed to mind. Taking control, Haschen pressed the darker haired boy into the grass.
"You're gonna be wounded…" Haschen whispered down at Ernst, trying to warn him of what was to come.
"I'll be your wound," Ernst replied as the blond boy unbuttoned his wool blazer, sliding it off his arms and tossing it behind them somewhere.
"You're gonna bruise, too." Haschen paused his ministrations, not fully realizing that Ernst was about to burst with wanting.
"I'm going to be your bruise!" Ernst cried out, grabbing Haschen by the collar to force their lips together. "Please, Haschen…" he panted, his words a mere ghost upon Haschen's lips. When did his voice get so husky?
Immediately, Haschen ripped open the standard, crisp, white, button down shirt, sending tiny, pearl buttons into the grass. Still watching Ernst, he leaned down to kiss the almost unhealthy, milky white skin he found. Ernst hummed with pleasure, placing a reassuring hand on the back of Haschen's head.
Almost unsure, Ernst's hand crept to Haschen's nether regions, gently stroking his groin through the coarse school uniform. A shudder ran wild through the boy's body at this, forcing him to straddle Ernst's slender form.
"Oh, Haschen…" It was a plea, nothing more, nothing less. Haschen answered with an animalistic growl, thrusting ruthlessly against Ernst. Whether or not it hurt, he received exactly what he wanted; that delicious friction against him, that blond hair brushing against his cheek. But best of all, that clever smirk was no where to be seen, only a half-lidded gaze made so by a carnal appetite.
They both climaxed, hot breaths being let loose in uncontrolled fashions. Haschen was the first to get up, extending his arm to help Ernst up. Of course, the dark haired boy accepted and was pulled to his feet. Wrapping his now trashed shirt about his torso, Ernst buttoned the blazer hoping that it would hold until he got to his bedroom at least.
With a final kiss, Haschen was off, sprinting into the woods towards his home.
Ernst could only hold his hand to his cheek, the skin still warm from where Haschen's lips had been.
A/N: … Well! That was my first [cough sexual scene. Ever. Wowzas. Hope you liked it! I sure did. ;B