Tag ~*Enrst/Hänschen*~
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“Tag Hänschen! You’re it!” Ernst yelled as he slapped Hänschen.
“Of course I’m it! There is no one else playing!” Hänschen replied with annoyance tinting his voice.
He did not want to be doing this.
He and Ernst were going to camp out that night. They set up their tent in a clearing that was only a few trees from the edge of the woods, and walking distance from Ernst’s house.
After they had set up and eaten dinner, Hänschen had many things on his mind of what they could do …. But of course Ernst just had to play tag.
“Oh Hänschen! It’s such a beautiful day! And the clearing is so large! There’s sooo much running space! Can we please play tag! Please please please!” He had begged.
After maybe 7 more minutes, he gave in.
But now, he had regretted it fully. He was tired, his knees were all scrapped, and he had enough.
“C’mon Hänschen! Catch me!” Ernst said in his playful voice as he took off towards the other side of the clearing.
Hänschen practically growled as he started to plan revenge.
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Whew, Ernst could run. Hänschen was practically out of breath when he finally reached Ernst.
“Aw, Hänschen, you caught me!” Ernst put on a sulking face.
“Exactly how old are you Ernst?” Hänschen said raising his eyebrows.
No response. Only a hurt face.
“Look, it’s getting dark. Let’s head back.”
“Oh, fine.” Ernst agreed regretfully.
Hänschen grabbed his hand as they walked back.
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By the time they had arrived at the campsite, Hänschen had thought of his revenge. He smirked as he just imagined his payback.
He let go of Ernst’s hand and asked in a higher voice.
“Ernst, are you ready for bed?”
“What!? It only just got dark! Can’t we do…” Ernst was now walking backwards towards the tent, for Hänschen kept walking toward him. “…s-something else?” His voice cracking a little.
“Well I can think of many things to do…” And that’s when Hänschen pushed Ernst into the tent’s flaps. Ernst landed on his back on his sleeping bag. He propped himself up with his elbows as he looked for any sign of the blond. But it was pretty dark, and Ernst’s eyes had not yet adjusted.
“H-Hänschen?” He squeaked.
“Yes?” A deep voice responded at his feet.
In surprise Ernst’s elbows gave out, once again landing him on his back.
But as son as he hit the ground, Hänschen took this as an opportunity to pounce.
He crawled over him and placed his arms on either side of Ernst giving him balance, so he wouldn’t crush the boy. Ernst had barely enough time to squeak yet again when Hänschen lips came crashing down to his.
It was a fury of fierce kisses, on both parts might I add, tongues battling for control as lips moved in sync.
Both Hänschen and Ernst were surprised at how aggressive Ernst was acting. Normally, he would just let Hänschen take over completely as he sat there limp.
Ernst ran this fingers up Hänschen's arms that were straddling him until he laced them behind his neck and pulled him down on to him without warning. Ernst then gasped at the sudden contact, briefly interrupting the kisses.
Hänschen raised himself up again, but not as high, as he chuckled deeply.
“Am I to slow for you Ernst?” He snickered again. “Well then. Lets not waste any time.”
His hands were immediately unbuttoning Ernst shirt, but even for Hänschen this was taking to long. He grabbed the fabric of the shirt and yanked at it.
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“Hänschen!” Ernst through (as best he could) Hänschen off of him and looked at the damage. “No! What Am I going to tell my mother! Oh no! What am I going to say?! She’s going to kill me!”
Hänschen rolled his eyes. “Tell her you fell. Or attacked.”
“Bu-“
“Look, I’ll even add some… bites if you want it to be more realistic.” He whispered the last part next to Ernst’s ear.
“I’ll add some now.”
“Wha-Oh…” Ernst gasped as Hänschen attacked his chest, leaving marks that looked more like ‘love marks’ then bites or scratches, but of course ‘love’ was still not a word in Hänschen’s vocabulary.