Page 73 of Hansel and Gerhardt
Gerhardt pulled back and thrust in again and again, his body shuddering, blissful, but doing his best to hold on for Hansel. “And you’re so big.” He took hold of his dick, pulling a soft whimper from the huge man beneath him, the man who could crush him like a twig if he wanted to. “And you’re so brave.”
A whine broke from him, deep, loving, yearning, for Gerhardt, for his love.
“My Hansel… My beautiful Hansel…” His fingers dug into Hansel’s chest as his orgasm came for him. “I love you so much, Hansel.”
“My darling.” Hansel wrapped his arms around him, pulled him chest to chest, and held him as his body turned rigid, ashe spilled inside of Hansel with one final, deep thrust, forcing another orgasm from Hansel, hot cum painting their abs as Gerhardt kissed him, kissed him, kissed him…
When it was through, Gerhardt slid off him, into the nook of Hansel’s arm, Hansel’s big, warm hand landing on his waist to pull him tight against him. Hansel kissed his forehead, kissed his cheek, then lay back on a blueberry pie. They caught their breath while Gerhardt toyed with the red hairs on Hansel’s pale chest, his cheeks flushed, happier than he’d ever been in his whole life.
But the first thing Hansel asked was, “You’ll live with me in the city, won’t you?”
Gerhardt’s head lifted in surprise. “Hansel, I’m never leaving you again.”
Hansel’s eyes misted, and his beautiful, quiet smile widened. “We’ll live like this? Together?”
“Yes,” said Gerhardt. “For as long as you’ll have me. But if you get sick of my fiery temper, and want someone else, I’ll understand.”
Hansel laughed and patted Gerhardt’s head back down onto his shoulder. “Your fiery temper…” Stroking his arm with languid fingers, “You’ll never know how much I missed that. What it was like watching you fade away. I knew I loved you, Gerhardt, but that… That just about broke my heart.”
Gerhardt nuzzled against his chest. “I couldn’t do a thing,” he said softly. “I could see you. I wanted to help you. And I couldn’t do a thing. And then my thoughts… they weren’t even mine anymore. Not really. But even then, they were always of you. But most especially after you said to me, ‘Remember that I loved you’.After that, it was all I could hear. Over and over. Even half asleep, I just heard those words.” Hansel’s heart stuttered, and Gerhardt looked up into his eyes. “You’ve become everything to me. And I only wish, all those winters, I could have seen it. I wasso blind. I wish I’d seen this side of you. You’re the kindest man alive.”
Hansel’s eyes closed to stop a tear escaping, but Gerhardt saw, and Gerhardt kissed his cheek as an end to it. He snuggled in tight, skin to skin. “I do wish you’d eat a little more, though.”
That warm chuckle so deep in that chest he loved. “You filled me well enough.”
“Hansel.” Gerhardt slapped his chest halfheartedly.
Hansel kissed his temple again, then rested his head there. “When we wake, my love. I just… I need a little rest.”
Of course he did. He’d starved himself for days, lived in constant terror, almost had his heart broken by his stepbrother, dug his own grave, defeated some sort of evil magical demon-witch, then fucked Gerhardt so well he’d come twice.
Gerhardt was about to suggest that the bed upstairs might be a better spot for a nap, but Hansel’s breath had already become deep and even. And it was warm there on the table, deep in cake with the fire burning hot in the oven. Now only the occasional feeble dying thump came from Herr Candy. He was taking a long time to burn. But that was fine. It was the least he deserved. And it was more fuel for the fire.
Gerhardt kissed his beautiful, brave brother’s cheek, snuggled in, then drifted off to sleep in Hansel’s arms.
All Good Things...
It was the cold that woke them. A light shiver from a breeze that swept over their naked skin. They opened their eyes to grey and muted light. The table—for they still lay upon a table, only this one ragged and worn—was bare. No food or crockery of any kind shielded them from exposure.
They were still in a house, of a sort, only this one made from stone and wood, not candy. The walls were tumbled down in places, huge cracks letting in tree branches and forest light. The ceiling was half caved in. There was no furniture save a broken chair in the corner and their table. What once were benches were bare and degraded, and the only thing new and solid and undamaged in that room was the oven.
It was still hot.
The fire had calmed, the screams and taps had long since died away, and they might have frozen overnight if not for that warmth, wildly dispersed as it was. For they had slept all the night through, wrapped up in one another, careless of all the horrors of the world and the Dark Forest, which they now sawcame right to their door. No carefully tended field without, no lawn, no pathway strewn with sugary cakes—Herr Candy was dead, and his magic gone with him.
They took it all in for a time, neither saying a word. Then Hansel wrapped a protective arm around Gerhardt, warming him. Gerhardt leaned into him with a laugh. “I knew it was too good to be true. That we’d be left with so much food.”
“It was nice while it lasted,” said Hansel, thinking more of licking custard off Gerhardt’s chest than all the rest of it. But that chest was now bare against the elements, and all Hansel’s worries were back at the forefront of his mind.
Survival.
Hunger gnawed at his stomach once again, and it growled in announcement of the fact.
Gerhardt’s sweet head turned. He offered up a smile, and he kissed his jaw. “We’re going to be okay, you know? I have too much to live for now to let anything happen to you.”
Despite the bleak dark of the house and the day, Hansel also smiled. “You already saved me. More times than I can count.”
“And I’m going to do it again now.”
