"Like when you come here to... What's in your mind?", Simon asked.
"You. Things I cannot do to you in the dormitory, but I want to", the taller boy breathed out.
"Tell me...", Simon whispered, stepping even closer to his boyfriend. Their breaths started to mix and the smallest movement would made their lips collide...
"You laying under me...", Wilhelm whispered and licked his lips, still not breaking their eye contact. "So that I would have all the time to map your whole body with my lips. I would have absolutely worshipped you, because you deserve it. You are the most amazing and beautiful human in the whole world. I want to worship you in every way possible and making you feel good is my driving force. I dream about you asking me to make love to you. And I would do that. I would literally make love. I would gather you in my arms and kept you so close and safe as I humanly can. You would trust me to not hurt you, because all I want to do is make you see stars. Because you are the star on my sky, my North Star. The one and only. And when you would come, the sounds from your lips would be the most beautiful song that there has ever written", Wilhelm ended his story.
Part 2 one-shot of Boy Who Does Not Belong Here -series
I turned my head towards him slightly, my hair sweeping over the back of my neck. Our eyes were downcast, he was looking at our hands while I admired his lips. I turned my head again and he lifted his head to press his forehead against mine. Our breathing quickened, we both inched our faces up towards each other, as if daring the other to make the first move.
Unlike any time we kissed before, there was no sense of fear, no sense of confusion within ourselves. Just us. Finally I tipped my head just enough to kiss him. Softly, eyes closed, filling our noses with the smell of each other, intertwining.
KLARS FANFIC* March 1985; Ride the lightning tour.