Merry Christmas! :)
As sickeningly annoying and stressful Christoph's awkward incapability to keep that what he manages to overhear to himself may be, I have to admit it's made me somewhat contemplative as opposed to endlessly irritated this time around; ever since he'd mentioned Friedrich wanting to kiss me, well, kissing the Berliner had risen in the focal popularity of my mind's eye.
Of course I'd always felt Friedrich was a very attractive boy, and my fantasies for him expended well into the usual—yet, almost like a thirteen year old for whom it suddenly all just clicks, it's grown apparent within the last few days that I actually want to kiss those lips that I'm attracted to, to touch the skin of the boy whose body had captivated me since day one.
The last week went by almost as if we'd never argued at all; I must admit I've grown somewhat vapid, my eyes dulling out and my brain whirring in a focused attraction each time I sat and observed Friedrich too long. Christoph, the nosy, irritating, yet thoroughly magnificent bastard, had actually made me somewhat horny toward Friedrich, much like boys my age tend to be when they finally find the trigger to their sexual lust.
Completely forget this is the most studious and immersed in our comrades we've been in at least a month, and, as much as I adore our dear friends, it makes dragging him off into the secluded newspaper room and playing around inside Friedrich's trousers a lot more conspicuous than before.
What's even more disappointing is that my raging lust seems to be one sided; Friedrich seems to show no want or need to touch me in any way, and, other than the hand holding we share when engaged in a conversation with the others in the dormitory, nothing shows for our feelings for the other, as if we may as well be friends again.
But tonight, my jaw is an aching tight (and my abdomen just as taught) as waves of realisation flutter down my spine, my eyes taking in every stitch of the white thermal undershirt that adheres impossibly tight against Friedrich's chest, the buttons undone in a manner no one else but myself probably finds highly teasing.
"...'Course you hardly see a redhead, but when you do, you—"
"Friedrich, can I talk to you...?" I ask meekly, Christoph stopping in reciting his riveting opinion toward the beauty of redheaded girls to smile devilishly.
"Go 'head, we'll wait..." Christoph winks at the clueless Berliner, Hefe smirking and Siggi blushing as he shoves the larger blonde toward me.
"What's wrong...?" Friedrich asks softly as I push open the door to the newspaper room, bolting the door behind us and flicking a lamp on.
"Nothing..." I whisper, gazing at him with eyes glassy with desire. Friedrich takes notice, his lips taughten, but he makes no obvious motions one way or the other.
It's silent and somewhat overbearing, and I am frozen, unable to make a move. I can tell Friedrich silently wonders why the Hell we're standing in a secluded room saying nothing to each other, and I brace myself mentally before putting my suggestions' into motion.
"Christoph told me the other day about how you wanted to kiss me a couple weeks ago..." I whisper softly, Friedrich instantly turning pink.
"He told you, huh?"
"I see you're not surprised..."
"I'm not, he has a mouth, he does—I know all of Siggi's secrets he foolishly confided in Christoph..."
"Listen, Friedrich," I sigh, smiling dreamily. I amble toward him, placing my hands gently on his shoulders.
"I've never kissed anyone be-before..." I stutter sheepishly, his eyes wide.
"Really..." he mumbles, and, slowly but surely, I'm certain he knows where it is I want to go with this childish nonsense...
But I smile and shrug, grinning at his disbelief.
"I was an awkward kid, Friedrich I never had the smile, or the muscles like you do..."
"But you don't need those things, you're a beautiful boy! You mean to tell me not even a kiss on the cheek?"
I shake my head softly.
"I'm a virgin,"
Friedrich turns a full red now. It's cute, and he sits in the armchair, feigning nonchalance. Of course I watch him carefully, for I don't want to scare him away without ensaring him, and also because I cannot tell whether this knowledge piques his intrigue or not.
It is somewhat of a blush worthy topic, considering sexy things were never things we'd ever actually acknowledged since we've known each other; obviously the underlying want was there on both ends, for if it was simply the wonderful person we craved from the other, then we would have been content to remain friends. I've long since fallen in love with Friedrich; indulging in his exterior will be completely new territory, on the other hand...
Friedrich opens his mouth to speak, but it turns into a soft moan as I press myself against him, the pressure against his body a pleasant extremity.
"So...you've never..." he whispers, and I shake my head no.
"Albrecht..." he whispers in a soundless and yet longing' sigh, my fingers twirling the small white buttons of his undershirt.
"Now?" he whispers, and I nod. He scratches behind he neck, his eyes sheepish and yet so enticing.
"Why now?" he asks with that same hissed curiosity, and I allow my lips to form a small smile.
"Is now a bad time?"
He twists around as if double checking the status of our seclusion. He brings our gazes back together, and I can see the sudden livelihood of his eyes...
"I don't know..." he mumbles, and I furrow my brow somewhat.
"What do you not know?"
"If I dunno, what if I ruin it somehow...?"
"What?" I ask curiously, Friedrich grumbling a little.
"I want our first kiss to be our best one—I was waiting to kiss you—"
"What are you waiting for?" I ask softly, Friedrich shrugging nervously. "'Til I knew it would be perfect—I know it sounds dumb, but—"
"I'm not a little boy, just do it!" I growl, my nails poking the flesh of his collarbone through the stitched white fabric.
Instead he pulls me with him, sitting comfortably in an armchair, leading me into his lap. His hands trail along my arms, running against the fabric of my uniform tunic, his eyes rising and lowering as he surveys me completely, his lips parted slightly as if dumbfounded with the fact that I am a canvas upon which only his paints can leave a permanent stain...
"I want it to be perfect..."
"And it will be, just do it! I'm not a little boy, I want this from you!"
He grins sheepishly, smiling and lowering his eyes and I can feel our lips touch before he pulls back again.
"Friedrich, it's just a kiss! You're not taking away my virginity!"
I smile sincerely as he pulls me even closer against him, and I can tell he's simply stunned with the situation, with the feel of me against him, his eyes wide and unmoving. I can even feel a distinct hardness forming in his lower body, and it is now that I think it's okay to shift in his lap, wrapping my arms with a renewed lust around his neck, and I know it's okay when he finally kisses me, silent and it doesn't matter what happens next, because I know it's okay now, and, as always when I'm with Friedrich, time stands still.
We kiss quietly for only a few minutes, our lips massaging against the other's, pulling apart and meeting again as if they never will, as if it's their last time; it's hungry but gentle. With perhaps the force of soft pecks, but the lust we stick inside them surpasses any sexual want either of us could ever possess.
I've never felt this wonderful, this warm and wanted, his large hands stroking along my back and sides, my head light as I smile widely.
Still, I think it's better when we pull apart and stand up from the chair, for I know things would have developed to something much further had we let it go on any longer.
"Funny..." he mumbles softly as our eyes meet, my eyebrows raised with interest.
"You've a laviscious look in your eyes when you want something, I suppose; it's not there anymore, it must've been enough to tide you over,"
"You make it sound like I'm some monster..."
"I dunno, you just change—it's so out of the blue, I never would expect such a thing from you..."
"So you're saying I can't want to kiss my own boyfriend because I'm quiet?" I laugh, Friedrich blushing and saying nothing else.
"It was perfect..." I nod, Friedrich kissing me on the cheek before our hands wrap together again, and Friedrich's finger flicks out the light to the newspaper room.
Our footsteps echo down the hall, both of us silent as we make to rejoin our comrades.
"Wait," I furrow my brow before we enter the room, Friedrich's eyebrows raising.
"On the subject of Christoph, don't tell him what just happened, okay? I feel like he would tell everyone," I whisper, Friedrich nodding understandingly. We meet the gazes of our comrades with warm smiles, Christoph's smirk the same as ever.
"Huh, that was quick I guess Albrecht is a quick one to please."