Page 57 of Hansel and Gerhardt
“I don’t know. I don’t know because I don’t think that.” He looked up then, and there was so much undeniable and desperate love in his eyes. But love tempered with sorrow. “I have never thought that. Never once.”
Hansel’s palm covered his cheek, fingers edging into this thick, dark hair. “It’s not you. He’s done something to you. And we need to go. Now, while we have the darkness of night to hide us. Now, while he sleeps.”
“Yes.” Gerhardt gave a firm, sure nod. “Yes, I’ll come with you. But Hansel, before we go…”
Gerhardt leaned forward, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to Hansel’s. He kissed him with all the hunger and the passion they’d felt in the forest. And Hansel was a wreck in his arms. Horror, upon horror, upon horror, all tumbling all around him, drowning him, day after day, all his life, and that kiss. That kiss, that when he closed his eyes, felt as though it were lifting him up to the heavens. That kiss that made his heart beat full and strong again. That kiss that gave him every reason to live. To live on long and strong, and to fight for Gerhardt.
Hansel broke the embrace as a new energy readied him. But Gerhardt fell back with a touch of hurt surprise. “Was that wrong?”
Irresistibly, Hansel reached for him. “No. No, not at all. But we need to go now. Quickly.”
“But Hansel, do you really believe the Dark Forest is safer?” Fevered hands clasped Hansel’s once more.
A touch of confusion painting his brow, “It has to be. Even if that was a dream, all the horror I saw tonight, the rest hasn’t been. You have not been yourself since we arrived.”
Gerhardt lunged forward, kissing him again, threading fingers into his hair. “Why don’t we wait until light, at least?”
More voraciously still, Gerhardt’s lips met his own, only now one of his hands wandered over Hansel’s chest, squeezing his muscular pecs, running a thumb over his hard nipple.
“I…” He was smothered with more kisses before he could talk. A delight, but an unaccustomed one. He pulled back, as much as he hated to. “I fear what will happen when he wakes. You must admit things have been strange…” More kisses stopped his speech, Gerhardt shifting closer, arms dangling around Hansel’s neck.
“Very well,” Gerhardt finally breathed against his lips. “But it’s a long way that we must travel. And you are tired. So…” Gerhardt’s hand slipped a little lower, down Hansel’s chest, feeling over his abs to the top of his breeches.
Despite everything, Hansel’s dick was hard. He could hardly help it after an impassioned embrace like that. He wanted Gerhardt with every fibre of his being, and it would have taken very little from Gerhardt to have Hansel on top of him. “So?” Hansel begged.
“So…” Gerhardt sighed, his hand drifting softly towards Hansel’s cock. “I think maybe you should eat something.”
Hansel caught Gerhardt at the wrist. “What?”
Gerhardt looked down at his imprisoned hand, then up to Hansel, a confused smile on his face. “I’m trying to help.”
“The food is poisoned. You know the food is poisoned.”
Gerhardt gave the slightest shake of his head, his beautiful hair glistening. “One little taste won’t hurt you, surely.”
Hansel stared into his clear, warm eyes, dazzling in the moonlight. “He still controls you.”
“No, he does not. I speak only out of care for you.”
“You would not try to make me eat it. Not the Gerhardt I know.”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort.” He attempted to pull his hand free. Failing, his eyes flashed up. “Two days’ walk north to the tower. How far do you think you’ll make it in your state?”
Hansel brought Gerhardt’s hand to his heart. “I would walk a million miles for you. You know that.”
A small silence slipped over them, the night ticking by in taut breaths. Then a kiss at the corner of Hansel’s mouth. Then a kiss on his jaw. Then Gerhardt’s words, hot against his ear: “Then eat for me.”
Hansel’s heart turned to glass, ready to shatter at one more word. “Please don’t say that.”
“Then I shan’t. Only kiss me, and you shall see, I’m true, and real, and wide awake in your arms.”
Gerhardt’s hands fell warm on his cheeks. Gerhardt’s legs curled around his waist as he climbed onto his lap. Gerhardt’s fine shins dug into his thighs, his chest pressed against his own, and his lips, his mouth, came hotter, more delicious, more desirable than anything Hansel had ever experienced before. A mad, ravenous hunger took him. He thrust a hand into Gerhardt’s thick locks, making a fist in his hair, forcing his lips to his own. Gerhardt moaned his pleasure, grinding his hips forward, his hard dick against Hansel’s. Hansel brought his other hand to his ass, so round, so luscious.
“I want you to fuck me,” Gerhardt whispered. “Right here. Right now.”
Hansel ran a hand up his back, his beautiful body alive beneath his touch, all his to enjoy. “I don’t know what you mean. But we have to—”
“I mean,” said Gerhardt, pushing him down onto the bed, “I’m going to sink your fat cock so deep in my ass you’ll cry fromthe pleasure I’m about to give you.” Pinning Hansel at the neck, Gerhardt reached his other hand down for a firm caress of his dick.
