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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Spring_Awakening_-_Sheik/Sater
  Relationship:
      Hanschen_Rilow/Ernst_Robel
  Character:
      Hanschen_Rilow, Ernst_Robel
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Basically, Hand_Jobs, Yikes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-01 Words: 2228
****** Parties ******
by i_love_your_light
Summary
     Ernst hates parties, until Hanschen comes along.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Ernst hated parties.  The blaring music, the dim lighting, the mass of bodies
crammed into the tiny space, the pervasive smell of alcohol on everyone’s
breath.  It was all too overwhelming for Ernst’s senses.  But Wendla was his
best friend, and Wendla had a ginormous crush on the girl who was hosting the
party, and Wendla didn’t want to go alone in case she didn’t know anyone else
there, so here Ernst was, the supposed emotional support for Wendla.  Except it
didn’t seem like Wendla needed any support at the moment, since she currently
had her tongue in the host’s mouth in the corner of the room, while Ernst was
wallflowering by the door.  Alone.  Like always.  Ernst sighed.  He hated
parties.
 
He swirled his barely touched solo cup and surveyed the room again.  Even
though Ernst loved people watching, people watching at parties made him feel
slightly sick.  Everyone was so close and  together , the lines of bodies
blurring as they danced and danced.  It seemed like everyone was already
coupled off, or at least making moves to getting there.  Everyone except Ernst.
 He sighed louder, the sound lost in the constant thump of the bass.  Bodies
and bodies and bodies, silhouettes and shapes.  Everyone blended together into
shadows.  Well, Ernst considered, not everyone.
 
His eyes flickered back again to where he had not so subtly been staring for a
good portion of the night.  Ernst couldn’t help it, the sight of Hanschen Rilow
leaning against the railing was mesmerizing.  He looked so effortless, too, in
a simple black v-neck shirt and sinfully tight jeans, his blonde hair almost
glowing from the light by the stairs.  He had been at that spot almost the
entire time, talking to Anna.  She kept laughing over-exaggeratedly at
everything he said, using every opportunity to lean into him or brush his arm.
 And while jealousy swam through Ernst’s bloodstream every time she touched
him, he relished in the fact that Hanschen seemed to be incredibly unaffected
by the whole affair.  He almost seemed bored. Ernst stared a little longer than
was reasonable, something hot coiling in his stomach as Hanschen shifted his
stance to inspect his nails, allowing Ernst to admire the curve of his back and
those jeans, damn it.
 
Ernst knew all the stories.  Maybe he was a bit hungry for them, maybe despite
his jealousy he relished hearing the whispered descriptions of all of
Hanschen’s conquests. Maybe the things people said about Hanschen’s body
provided wonderful imagery for when he needed to get off, maybe the rumors
festered in the corners of his mind as he imagined what would happen if
Hanschen ever did those things to him.
 
Suddenly, Hanschen turned and made direct eye contact with Ernst.  Ernst
immediately jerked his head to look away, his heart pounding.  The image of
Hanschen’s dark eyes boring into his own was burned into his retinas.
 
His throat was dry.  He sipped at the concoction in his cup just to have
something to do, only to choke at the strong taste, heart still racing.  His
eyes flickered back to the spot by the stairs anyway because  damn it  he was
hopeless.  But Hanschen wasn’t there.  Ernst’s heart dropped.  Had he left with
Anna? No, Anna had moved over to talk to Moritz, looking slightly rejected.
 Had he just left the party entirely?  What was Ernst supposed to do to occupy
the time when he couldn’t admire Hanschen from afar?
 
“Not one for parties, are you, Ernst.”
 
Ernst’s heart flew into his throat as he whirled around to find the blond at
his side.  It had been more of a statement than a question, but Ernst shrugged
a response anyway, fidgeting with his cup and trying desperately not to let
Hanschen see how breathless he was.
 
“No,” Hanschen mused, “ this isn’t your scene at all.”  He lazily surveyed the
darkened room as he crowded even further into Ernst’s personal space.  “In
fact, we both know there’s only one thing here that has actually been able to
keep your interest tonight.”
 
Hanschen was staring at Ernst with a heavy, pointed gaze and Ernst floundered
to respond.  “O-oh yeah?”
 
“Yeah,” Hanschen drawled, raking his gaze down Ernst’s frame. “And if I can be
frank with you, darling, there’s only one thing here I’m interested in, too.”
 
Ernst couldn’t keep his eyes off of Hanschen’s lips, moving closer and closer
to his own.  “What’s that?”
 
“I want to get you off” Hanschen purred into Ernst’s ear, barely brushing his
fingertips against his inner thighs.  Ernst thought he might pass out.  “So you
have two options, Ernst.   You can stand bored and lonely against this wall for
the rest of the night,  or ,” his fingers crept further up Ernst’s thigh, “we
can run off to the bathroom and I can give you the best orgasm of your life.”
 
Hanschen nipped at Ernst’s earlobe, and it took everything in Ernst not to let
his knees buckle.  “Let’s do the second one” Ernst managed, with what little
air was left in his lungs, eliciting a cheshire grin from Hanschen.  He
immediately grabbed Ernst’s hand and pulled him through the crowd, their
fingers laced together in an oddly innocent gesture compared to what Ernst knew
was coming.
 
Hanschen only let go of his hand once he opened the bathroom door.  Ernst’s
mind was racing at a thousand miles a minute, and he felt like he should say
something as he followed the boy inside, but before he could form words
Hanschen had him pressed against the door and Hanschen’s mouth was on his.
 
Ernst whimpered into the kiss as he heard Hanschen click the lock of the
bathroom door in place.  Hanschen smirked against his lips, moving his hands to
pin Ernst’s wrists by his head.  Ernst felt a thrill run through his body as
they continued to kiss, Hanschen’s mouth rough and sure against his.  Hanschen
rolled his hips into Ernst’s, making Ernst gasp and using that opportunity to
work    his tongue into the younger boy’s mouth.  Hanschen tasted like cinnamon
and salt, just like the rumours had said, but he also tasted like something
else, something sharp and sweet and addicting.  Ernst wanted to get drunk off
of the taste.  He sucked indecently on Hanschen’s tongue as Hanschen moaned
into the kiss. Hanschen finally let go of his wrists to grip onto Ernst’s hips,
and Ernst’s hands scrabbled desperately to find purchase in Hanschen’s hair, as
if to kinesthetically prove that this was all actually happening and not just
another dream.  He tugged at the strands, noting how the pull caused Hanschen’s
hips to stutter into his.  He tugged again, arching into the friction as
Hanschen rutted against him again and breathed “ fuck,  yes” against Ernst’s
lips between open-mouthed kisses.
 
Hanschen eventually peeled away from Ernst’s mouth and began to back away
slowly, pulling Ernst by his belt loops and guiding him to sit on the bathroom
counter.  Situating himself between Ernst’s thighs, he moved to suck on Ernst’s
neck as he skillfully undid Ernst’s jeans with one hand.    Ernst’s back arched
as Hanschen slipped his hand into his pants, palming at the bulge in his
underwear.  As Hanschen bit at the sensitive skin by Ernst’s jaw, Ernst
realized he didn’t even know how far Hanschen planned on taking this.  Not that
he would complain, any way it turned out, but the uncertainty of what was to
come swirled in Ernst’s brain.  Ernst bit his lip as Hanschen continued to skim
his fingers over his length, trying to keep the myriad of sounds bubbling up in
his throat from escaping into the air.  He lifted his hips to allow Hanschen to
slide his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, shuddering as his bare skin made
contact with the cool granite.  
 
Hanschen kissed him deeply again before wrapping his fingers around Ernst’s
shaft, pumping steadily.  Ernst’s toes curled in pleasure, clawing at
Hanschen’s back and gnawing at his own lip, still trying not to embarrass
himself by making any sound.
 
“You’re trying to be quiet.”  Hanschen said, suddenly ceasing the movement of
his hand.  Ernst made a strangled noise at the back of his throat at the pause,
only proving Hanschen’s statement.  Hanschen tilted his head in amusement as he
watched Ernst tremble with arousal.  “Why?  Nobody’s going to be able to hear
you.”
 
He resumed his stroking at a teasingly slow pace and Ernst’s fingers dug into
Hanschen’s biceps.  “No one except for me, that is.  And  god , Ernst, I want
to hear you.”
 
He flicked his thumb over the head and Ernst finally let go of his inhibitions,
moaning loud and filthy.  Hanschen echoed the sound and began working his hand
faster around Ernst.  
 
“ Hans chen-nnng...yes, oh god, yes” Ernst panted, breath hitching every time
Hanschen flicked his wrist.
 
Ernst had been so wrapped up in how fucking  good  it felt that he hadn’t even
noticed that Hanschen had slipped his other hand inside his own jeans.  Ernst
let out a low, broken sound when he saw the other boy’s hand working himself,
and reached out to tug at his waistband, hungry to get Hanschen out of his
clothes.
 
It ended up being slightly more of a struggle than expected;  after all, those
jeans were  incredibly  tight, and both boys ended up giggling at the effort it
took to get them down to Hanschen’s knees.  Strangely enough, it felt to Ernst
like the most intimate part of the night so far, Hanschen grinning genuinely
with his forehead pressed to Ernst’s.
 
“Maybe I should’ve worn looser pants.” Hanschen murmured as Ernst finally got
the jeans past Hanschen’s kneecaps.
 
Ernst hummed as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hanschen’s briefs,
“No, you really shouldn’t have.”
 
Ernst’s mouth practically watered as he slid Hanschen’s underwear over his
hips, and just like that the flicker of laughter in Hanschen’s eyes was
replaced by something much darker as Ernst began to match the rhythm of
Hanschen’s strokes.
 
“Mmm,  yeah , just like that,” the blond boy breathed before closing the
distance between their lips once more.  They swallowed eachother’s moans as the
kiss grew messier, all teeth and tongue.  Every point of contact between their
bodies was electric.
 
Ernst finally had to break the kiss to throw his head back and breathe.  “ Oh ,
oh god, Haa- hanschen, I’m gonna...oh god.”
 
“Yeah?” Hanschen panted hot against Ernst’s neck, fist pumping up and down at a
toe-curling speed. “Am I gonna make you come, Ernst?”
 
Ernst whined, a high-pitched, needy sound, feeling impossibly close as Hanschen
sucked a mark on his neck.
 
“ Come for me”  Hanschen commanded, and Ernst spilled ribbons over Hanschen’s
fingers, hips lifting slightly off the cold granite as a tidal wave of pleasure
coursed through his body.  His fingers faltered in their rhythm around Hanschen
as his orgasm shook through him, but Hanschen brought his own hand to join
Ernst’s. Remembering his experiment earlier, he carded his fingers through
Hanschen’s hair and pulled.
“ Nnng,  shit, Ernst, do that again.” Hanschen whined as he sped up his pace.
 Ernst obliged, tugging harder, and Hanschen’s eyelids fluttered as he came
with Ernst’s name on his lips
 
Their heavy breathing and the muted bass from outside were the only sounds in
the room as they came down from their high.  Hanschen eventually pulled away to
grab a wad of toilet paper and clean himself off, tossing the roll to Ernst so
he could do the same.
 
Ernst didn’t look at Hanschen as he slid off the counter and pulled his pants
back on, unsure of what was supposed to happen next.  But when he did look up,
Hanschen was gazing at him with a look Ernst didn’t know how to read.  “What?”
he asked timidly.
 
“Look at you.” Hanschen breathed, with a sort of reverence that made Ernst’s
stomach flip.  He stood rooted to his spot in confusion until Hanschen gently
turned him to face the mirror.
 
“No, I mean it, look.” Hanschen held him in place.  Ernst reluctantly brought
his eyes up to his reflection. His face was all flushed red, his hair was a sex
ruffled  mess , lips kiss-swollen and hickeys already blooming on his neck.
 Hanschen placed a single kiss to his shoulder. “You’re gorgeous.” he murmured
into his skin.
 
The word rippled through Ernst’s bloodstream and he saw a grin break over his
reflection’s face.   He barely recognized the sexed-up, euphoric boy in the
mirror in front of him, wrapped in the arms of the gorgeous boy of his dreams,
but he never wanted him to change.
 
“I can hardly wait to see what you look like after I actually fuck you,”
Hanschen murmured into his skin.  Ernst jerked away to turn and look at
Hanschen in incredulous disbelief, and the blonde bit back a laugh.  “C’mon,
don’t tell me you want this to be just a one time thing.  I mean, if you do,
I’ll respect that, of course, but…”
 
“No!  I mean yes.  Yes.  I mean, I would... I mean….”
 
Hanschen cut him off with a kiss, sweeter than all the previous ones.  “You
know, Gabor’s having a party next weekend…” Hanschen whispered against his
lips. “Are you gonna be there?”
 
“Yeah,” Ernst breathed back automatically. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”
 
Hanschen grinned wickedly. “Good.”
 
Maybe Ernst could get used to parties.
 
End Notes
     Thanks for reading! I had an anon on tumblr request a sequel for
     this, so look out for that soon ;)
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