poke | spring awakening high school au
Fandom: Spring Awakening
Rating: PG
Characters: Hanschen/Ernst
Summary: Melchior has a sleepover and Ernst is very uncomfortable. His ~beau~ isn't making things better.
Ernst hates sleepovers. He hates Georg and his need to chest-bump everyone when he wins a round of Guitar Hero. And he hates Otto, who chose Top Gun as their movie for the night. He also hates Hanschen, sharing the couch with Ernst and resting his feet on Ernst's lap. Hanschen only makes his sleepover experiences worse, and he does so purposefully.
He shoves Hanschen's feet off of his lap, crosses his arms, and glares at him. Looking back at Tom Cruise, Ernst curls his legs to his chest.
Then there's an annoying pressure on his leg. Hanschen's toe, poking him.
Ernst glares again. Hanschen smirks wickedly.
The foot retreats, then prods him again. Ernst catches it this time and holds it for a moment before setting it down pointedly.
Hanschen smiles. Ernst scowls at Hanschen through his bangs, hoping to convey the message of "this is not the time nor place".
Hanschen persists. Getting poked by Hanschen mixed with Top Gun does not make for a very calm and collected Ernst.
Poke. Glare. Prod. Scowl. Nudge. Pout. Poke. Glare. Prod. Scowl. Nudge. Pout.
Nothing.
Ernst has an unhappy, irritated face ready, but Hanschen's foot, extending from his red silk-clad leg, lies idly on the couch, not quite touching him.
That's good, then. Hanschen was just being annoying. And stupid. Stupid and annoying. It takes Ernst all of one minute to chance a look at Hanschen.
Hanschen is staring at Georg, eyebrow raised, small smirk across his face.
Ernst sighs. He may or may not being trying to attract Hanschen's attention in doing so. Hanschen looks over at him, smiling serenely, and then looks back at Georg, face content.
Ernst coughs. Hanschen looks at him again, inquisitively. Ernst throws his dignity into the same garbage can his dreams and masculinity went into and shifts closer to Hanschen.
Hanschen pulls his legs in, still looking at Georg. Georg's behind, if Ernst is following Hanschen's line of vision correctly.
Ernst glares at Hanschen's turned-away face. His stupid, perfect, angular-cheekbones turned-away face.
And then he moves closer. Hanschen retracts his legs. Ernst very nearly scoots nearer to him, and Hanschen moves until his back is pressed against the arm of the couch and Ernst is one shift away from resting his back against Hanschen's pulled-up knees. When Ernst moves again, Hanschen moves his legs apart so Ernst falls back between them, back against Hanschen's chest. The momentary struggle on Ernst's part (what would happen if Mrs. Gabor came down right this moment?!) is half-hearted and ends in him pulling Hanschen's arms around him and lacing their fingers together.
Hanschen's chin is pressed against the top of Ernst's head, but Ernst can feel his smirk.
Rating: PG
Characters: Hanschen/Ernst
Summary: Melchior has a sleepover and Ernst is very uncomfortable. His ~beau~ isn't making things better.
Ernst hates sleepovers. He hates Georg and his need to chest-bump everyone when he wins a round of Guitar Hero. And he hates Otto, who chose Top Gun as their movie for the night. He also hates Hanschen, sharing the couch with Ernst and resting his feet on Ernst's lap. Hanschen only makes his sleepover experiences worse, and he does so purposefully.
He shoves Hanschen's feet off of his lap, crosses his arms, and glares at him. Looking back at Tom Cruise, Ernst curls his legs to his chest.
Then there's an annoying pressure on his leg. Hanschen's toe, poking him.
Ernst glares again. Hanschen smirks wickedly.
The foot retreats, then prods him again. Ernst catches it this time and holds it for a moment before setting it down pointedly.
Hanschen smiles. Ernst scowls at Hanschen through his bangs, hoping to convey the message of "this is not the time nor place".
Hanschen persists. Getting poked by Hanschen mixed with Top Gun does not make for a very calm and collected Ernst.
Poke. Glare. Prod. Scowl. Nudge. Pout. Poke. Glare. Prod. Scowl. Nudge. Pout.
Nothing.
Ernst has an unhappy, irritated face ready, but Hanschen's foot, extending from his red silk-clad leg, lies idly on the couch, not quite touching him.
That's good, then. Hanschen was just being annoying. And stupid. Stupid and annoying. It takes Ernst all of one minute to chance a look at Hanschen.
Hanschen is staring at Georg, eyebrow raised, small smirk across his face.
Ernst sighs. He may or may not being trying to attract Hanschen's attention in doing so. Hanschen looks over at him, smiling serenely, and then looks back at Georg, face content.
Ernst coughs. Hanschen looks at him again, inquisitively. Ernst throws his dignity into the same garbage can his dreams and masculinity went into and shifts closer to Hanschen.
Hanschen pulls his legs in, still looking at Georg. Georg's behind, if Ernst is following Hanschen's line of vision correctly.
Ernst glares at Hanschen's turned-away face. His stupid, perfect, angular-cheekbones turned-away face.
And then he moves closer. Hanschen retracts his legs. Ernst very nearly scoots nearer to him, and Hanschen moves until his back is pressed against the arm of the couch and Ernst is one shift away from resting his back against Hanschen's pulled-up knees. When Ernst moves again, Hanschen moves his legs apart so Ernst falls back between them, back against Hanschen's chest. The momentary struggle on Ernst's part (what would happen if Mrs. Gabor came down right this moment?!) is half-hearted and ends in him pulling Hanschen's arms around him and lacing their fingers together.
Hanschen's chin is pressed against the top of Ernst's head, but Ernst can feel his smirk.