Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (Chapter Three & Four)

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Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

[Chapter Three: Them]

Richard woke up early the next morning, looking over to the other bed he saw that no one else was there yet. Confused, he stood from the bed and looked out the window and saw that the sun hadn’t even risen yet. No longer tired and he decided to explore the place and have a cigarette while at it. Grabbing his cigarettes and a jacket, Richard left the room and locked the door behind him. Walking out of the building and turning in the direction of where he saw trees, he kept a look out for other people. As he strolled along, Richard took in the landscape of the property, thinking to himself that this place was indeed quite beautiful. When he made it to the tree line dawn was just beginning to break, allowing him the ability to see more than he had before.

Walking into the woods intent on seeing how far the trees went back and if there was a fence or not. Once he felt he was deep enough in the wood, he took out a cigarette and lit the end. Stepping over the downed logs, he took a drag of his cigarette as he enjoyed the nature around him. ‘This is totally going to be where I come when I need a break from them.’ He thought to himself. After walking for a good five minutes he came to a brick wall of decent height. ‘It’s not too tall for me to scale, especially if I got a running start.’ He mused.

Deciding he spent enough time lingering there and not wanting anyone to come looking for him, Richard left the woods and headed back to his living quarters. By the time he made it back to the dorms the sun had fully risen into the sky, the birds heralding its arrival. Pulling the door open, he saw that there were now some students milling about socializing with one another. Not bothering to make an attempt to interact, Richard made his way back to his room. Sticking his key into the doorknob, he unlocked the door and pushed it open and saw his roommate’s belongings on the vacant bed. 

Shutting the door behind him he walked over to his own bed and picked up the package there. Realizing it was uniform he tore the plastic open, taking out the black jacket, tie and pants and white dress shirt. He was thankful that the uniform wasn’t a horrible color scheme; he could live with this uniform. Hell, he could even make it look stylish. Figuring that he might as well get dressed for class now, he walked into the bathroom and locked the door. Shedding his bed clothes and boots, he slipped into the dress pants and buttoned up the shirt leaving the top three open. He then slid the tie over his head, but did not tighten it choosing to leave it hanging loose. He then slid his jacket on and bent down to pick his hoodie up and took his pack of cigarettes and lighter and stuffed them into jacket.

Walking back out of the room and noting his roommate still hadn’t returned, he grabbed his eyeliner and hair gel from his bag. Returning to the bathroom and kicking the door shut, he set about fixing himself up. Popping the top off of the eyeliner he ran the kohl tip along the rim of each eye. Then he dabbed his fingers into the hair gel and ran his fingers through his hair smoothing it down so that it hugged the contours of his face. Stepping back and looking in the mirror, he nodded his head pleased. ‘Damn, I make this uniform look sharp!’ He thought haughtily. He then stepped into his boots not bothering to tie up the laces.

Exiting the bathroom he saw a boy sitting on the other bed reading over a piece of paper. Richard stared at the boy while he waited for him to notice his presence. The boy looked to be the same age as he was, he was cute in that innocent puppy dog kind of way.  His uniform was worn conventionally, but upon his feet were a pair of eight-hole Doc Martin’s with red laces. ‘He must have some kind of style.’ Richard mused.

The boy looked up from his page and jumped a bit when he noticed Richard leaning on the door sill leering at him. “Oh, hey!  My name’s Christoph, you must be Richard.” The boy said cheerfully, his crystal blue eyes sparkling. Richard just continued to stare at the boy, sizing him up. When Richard didn’t immediately respond, Christoph began to fidget under Richard’s intense gaze. Richard then smiled a warm smile and replied. “Yeah, I’m Richard.”  As he walked over to the corner of his bed and sat down. Feeling relieved, Christoph said. “You had me scared for a minute, what was that all about?”

“I just wanted to make sure that you were cool.” Richard said bluntly. “Did I pass?” Christoph asked. “Yeah.” Came the response. “You seem pretty cool yourself. I’m glad that you’re not one of those conceited douche bags.” Christoph said. “Oh, you mean the people I saw out there being obnoxious at this time of morning?” Richard questioned, snickering a bit. “Yeah, those are the ones, I have a feeling we’re gonna get along just fine.” Christoph laughed.  Now laughing too, Richard agreed. “Yeah, me too.”

“You hungry?” Christoph asked. Richard nodded “A bit.” “Alright, then let’s go. Then I can tell you about the school.” Christoph said as he stood to leave. Standing and following behind Christoph, the two exited the room.  Vacating the building once more, Richard listened intently as Christoph talked about the school; nodding and answering when needed. They entered the main building and walked into a large dining room. Getting in line and grabbing plates, they helped themselves to whatever food they wanted. Richard settled on having some Belgian waffles and juice and Christoph took a bit of everything.

They picked a table that was away from everyone so they could hear themselves talk. “So what do you think so far?” Christoph asked between bites of food. Richard shrugged his shoulders. ”I’m not sure yet, I don’t think I’ve seen enough to form an opinion.” “Yeah, I understand. Oh, you know we have all the same classes right?” Christoph inquired. Finishing up his waffle, Richard nodded. “Yeah, what’s the first class?

Christoph reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Unfolding it Christoph read “English and then Biology II.” Sighing and rubbing his head, Richard thought ‘Today’s gonna be a long one.’ Looking back at Christoph he asked “Hey, you wouldn’t have any extra pens or paper would you?” Taking a swig of his milk and sitting it on the table, Christoph replied “Yeah, you won’t be needing it today. On the first day all the teachers do is talk and all the classes are cut short.” “Awesome.” Richard said, feeling relieved that he wouldn’t be thrown head first back into school work. “Class starts in ten minutes. Let’s start heading toward the class before everyone else does.” Christoph said as he stood and pushed his chair in, Richard then stood and followed suit.

On the way to class they talked about the things they liked, their favorite bands and where they were from.  Entering the classroom the two headed for the seats in the back, the seats that were notorious for those who didn’t plan on paying much attention. Not too much longer a bell sounded and students filled the hall, scrambling to make it to their assigned classes. The two boys talked up until the teacher entered the room and began to speak. Upon seeing the crotchety old man, Richard knew that this class wasn’t going to be easy.  After listening for a while, Richard began to tune the old man out; instead turning slightly to converse quietly with Christoph.

About thirty minutes later the bell rang, signaling that it was time to move onto the next class. Standing, Richard followed Christoph to the next class. “Man, I can already tell the class is gonna kill me.” Richard complained as he stretched his back as he walked. Laughing Christoph replied “Yeah, I hear ya on that one. I could hear by brain cells dying, that’s how bored I was.” Then Christoph was hit rudely in the shoulder by some big beefy males as they walked past him and then came to stand in front of them blocking their way. “So who’s the pretty boy, Christoph? Is he your boyfriend?” The tall blonde said, his lackey’s laughing behind him. “Leave us alone, Lars. It’s too early for this shit.” Christoph sneered.

The blond stepped forward, trying to be intimidating. “What did you say to me you little shit?” Christoph opened his mouth to say something, but Richard beat him to the punch. “Ah, so that’s where that horrid smell was coming from. Hey, smelly instead of picking on those of us who practice normal hygiene. Why don’t you carry your ass back to your room and scrape that yellow cheese off your teeth?”

The blonde sputtered, not able to come up with a response and stalked down the hallway, his lackeys following silently behind him. “Wow. You really don’t joke around do you?” Christoph remarked, surprised at Richard’s ferocity. 

“No, I don’t let people trample over me and you shouldn’t either. People like that are weak and insecure. See how he called me ‘pretty boy’ and asked if we were dating? He didn’t say that because he just wanted to get you.” Richard looked at Christoph emphatically. “He said that because he’s gay and wanted to fuck you and got jealous!” Richard said bluntly not bothering to lower his voice.

Christoph looked like he wanted to choke, and quickly snatched Richard up by the arm and pulled him down the hall. Whispering harshly, Christoph said “You’ve got to be kidding right? Tell me you don’t believe what you are saying.” Shaking his head, Richard spoke a bit quieter this time. “Listen Christoph there’s a lot you don’t know about me, I’m pretty sure that you’ve been pretty sheltered and well taken care of all your life right?” Christoph seemed to think for a bit before responding. “Yes, you’re correct. My life’s been boring, painfully so I might add.”

“Well, I’m just the opposite. Let’s just say I’m 'well-traveled' to save time, but I’ve encountered many guys like that one back there and they nine times out of ten they turn out to be gay. I swear on my most valuable possession.” Richard explained.

Looking around and whispering once more, Christoph asked. “Richard I won’t judge you, but are you…” “Yeah, you’re just figuring this out?” Richard shook his head. Christoph began to stutter “No! I had though-. Look I’m gay too.” Richard’s brows rose. ”Ah, well it’s good to know I’m not alone here.” Christoph sighed “That’s the problem, we are alone.  No one can know, we’re at a Catholic school after all and most people here are more than hostile to people like us. That’s why I meant to say something earlier about your uniform. I’m surprised no teacher has said anything yet, but I say push it for as long as you can get away with it.”

Richard didn’t have time to respond because they had made it to their class and he didn’t want to discuss such sensitive matters with so many ears near-by. Taking their seats at the back of the class once more, they waited for the lesson to start. Once the teacher got pretty far into the droning, the two boys began to whisper quietly to each other occasionally when nothing important was being said. They went through the next two classes much the same way.

Exiting the math class slightly in a glum mood because they could tell this teacher was going to swamp them with work they made their way to lunch. “Do you want to eat back in our room?” Christoph asked as they descended the stairs. “Yeah, that would be preferable to the lunchroom.”

Repeating the same process as they had with breakfast, they helped themselves to whatever food was sat out on the lengthy table. Carrying their trays back to their rooms, they sat on their respective beds.

“So what’s next? How many classes do we have left?” Richard asked and then drank some of his juice. Finishing chewing his food, Christoph replied. “Art and then Music Theory and then we’re done for the day.” “Awesome.” Richard said glad for two light classes at the end of the day. Finishing their food and returning the dishes back to the lunch room and headed toward their art class. Art went by with a breeze as expected, the teacher was refreshing from the last few; actually interacting with them instead of straight lecturing.

Walking out of the building over to the large church, Richard spoke. “I thought we were going to music theory?” “We are, it’s held in the Church.” Christoph explained. The two walked up the tree shaded path up to the old church, pulling a heavy wooden door open and walking in. Walking through the main area where Mass was held, they walked through the corridor going through another door. They passed a door that was cracked open and seemed to be a band or choir practice room of some sorts. Once at the end of the corridor they turned and walked into a room that was set up in traditional classroom way, the only difference being the extra-long chalkboard.  Seeing that there were no seats left in the back at all the two were forced to take a seat in the very front.

The two boys conversed about nothing in particular as they waited for class to start. “You said you’ve had this teacher before, how are they?” Christoph shrugged and rocked his hand from side-to-side. “He’s a good teacher, and a fair grader. He doesn’t give too much work, but he does demand that it’s on time. He’s soft spoken and yet sometimes very commanding. It’s like he’s passive-aggressive or something.” Christoph rambled, but whispered the last part. “You’d probably think he’s cute though.” He then began to laugh at Richard trying to swat him for the remark.  The two joked back and forth for a few minutes more until they heard someone clear their throat.

Looking at the front of the class room, Richard fought his instincts to howl and whistle like he’d seen that cartoon wolf do in an American cartoon once. ‘Cute?! Christoph thought this man was cute?!’ Richard thought. No, this man, no Adonis, was not cute. Cute was reserved for the boys on teeny bop magazines, this man hot, he was striking, he was… A PRIEST?! Richard felt like his eyes were going to fall out of his head. ‘All of that hunk of man wasted on Priesthood?’ He wondered incredulously. ‘It should be a crime against humanity!’ He thought with a nod.

Raking his hand through his shiny blue-black hair, the man waited for the class to settle down. “Now that I see that I’ve gotten your attention. My name is Father Lindemann. You may call me Herr Lindemann if it pleases you.” He said in his rich sounding voice. ‘Yeah it pleases me’ Richard thought dreamily, especially loving the way his teacher rolled his ‘r’s.

“I do not give a lot of work, but I do expect you to put forth effort in this class. I want you to take this class just as seriously as you would take math or science, because music is just another application of both of those studies. Now I will call your names to make sure you’re all present. Say ‘here’ when I call your names.” Father Lindemann began to call off the names from the list, with each respective student replying in kind.

Richard watched Father Lindemann’s every move, noticing how each bicep bulged , how broad his chest was and how strong his legs (and other appendages) looked underneath those fitted dress slacks.  Hearing that he was getting closer to calling his name Richard tried to focus. “Richard Kruspe.” Father Lindemann called. “Here.” Richard barely managed to get that out, almost melting at the way his name sounded on the man’s lips.

Class went by all too fast for Richard’s liking, he found the he was going to enjoy the class.  Not just for the delicious eye candy, but because the class was about music. Something he was passionate about and it seemed like Father Lindemann was too and when a teacher was actually interested in their subject it always made the experience more tolerable. Standing once the bell sounded, they walked passed Father Lindemann who was erasing the chalk from the board. Richard couldn’t help stare at his nice full ass, reveling in the way his dress pants hugged his ass. Richard wanted to sigh. A sharp jab to the ribs brought him out of his reverie. “What?” Richard said confused to as why Christoph had such an impish grin upon his face. “Nothing, I’ll tell you when we get back to the room.”

The two walked in companionable silence back to their room, enjoying the early Autumn weather. Once back in the safety of their room, Richard was the first to speak. “Ok, spill it! What’s so damn funny?” Bursting into laugher, Christoph replied “You’ve got the hots for our teacher and what makes it even funnier is that he’s a priest on top of it!”  Flopping onto his bed Richard retorted “Yeah, so what if I think he’s hot! It’s not like it’s a lie, even you said he was cute.” Christoph  smirked and shrugged. “Yeah he is, but I know he’s not worth drooling over. You’re barking up the wrong tree, though I did notice something odd…” Christoph trailed off. “What did you notice?” Richard asked looking at Christoph intently. “I did notice that his eyes did linger on you a bit more than normal especially when we left, but he could’ve just been scrutinizing the way you were dressed. I’m not too sure.”

Richard sighed dreamily hugging his pillow, thinking back on the good-looking teacher. “Maybe he was staring at me, that’d be so awesome.” Rolling his eyes and laughing Christoph said “Ew, don’t start fantasizing with me in the room. If you want privacy just let me know.”

Chucking his pillow at Christoph, Richard laughed along with him. “Oh shut up, you know you’d stay and watch!” Christoph threw Richard’s pillow back at him. “It’s almost dinner, are you hungry?” Shaking his head, Richard said “No, I’m still full from earlier.” Christoph raised a brow and asked “Are you sure?” “Yeah, just go without me. I’ll be here when you get back.” He replied.

Standing and walking to the door Christoph said “I’ll be back soon, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” And with that he left. Feeling exhausted from having such a long day Richard changed into his bed clothes and decided to go to sleep.

[Chapter Four: Theory]

Two weeks had gone by and Richard hadn’t attempted to escape yet. The only two things that have kept him here so far were Christoph and his Music Theory teacher. Not only was he great to look at, but he was a wonderful teacher. Richard was doing great in that class, actually putting forth an effort and interacting with the teacher.

Now he sat in class chatting with Christoph as usual, waiting for class to begin. Father Lindemann walked in the room and waited for everyone to fall silent. Ending their conversation and directing their attention to the waiting teacher, Richard saw Father Lindemann nod his greeting to him and he returned it with a nod of his own. Strangely since the discussion they had in class about musical texture and Richard gave an exceptional explanation on what that meant, Father Lindemann had been paying extra attention to him ever since.

Now that everyone had finally noticed their teacher’s presence the talking came to a halt and then the lesson began. “Today we are covering Consonance and Dissonance…” Father Lindeman began.

Richard began to focus intently, this being another topic he knew much about. Richard was always the first to raise his hand to answer a question or make a comment, earning snickers of ‘teacher’s pet’ from some students behind him. Richard didn’t give a fuck about them though, only caring about pleasing Father Lindemann and getting good marks. Through one thing that was more rewarding than good grades, were the rare times Father Lindemann would smile. Richard almost burst the first time he saw the teacher give one of his dashing smiles. To Richard’s credit, he was the only one in class to provoke such reactions from the normally stoic man; usually causing them with a passionate outburst or when he would debate him on a topic.

As always this class ended all too soon, Richard could literally spend hours just listening to the man talk. “I have the graded papers from your quiz, come get them from me as you exit the room.” Father Lindeman said as he took at seat behind his desk. Waiting for most of the students to get their paper and leave, Richard and Christoph walked up to the desk. “Here’s your paper, Christoph and yours Richard. Christoph? May I speak to Richard alone?” Nodding his head as he began to walk away Christoph said “I’ll wait for you outside Richard.”

Looking back at the handsome teacher, Richard asked “I’m not in trouble am I?” The teacher’s nice lips turned upward in a slight smile. “No, far from it. I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing wonderful in my class and ask you something.” Richard nodded and waited for the teacher to continue. “I want to ask you what your experience with music is. You seem quite knowledgeable about the subject.”

“Well…” Richard began “I play guitar and I used to play piano, I was classically trained by my mother.” His face fell as he said this. “But, I’ve been involved in music ever since I could walk. It’s like second nature to me.” Father Lindemann smiled a warm smile and said “That’s great to hear, it’s quite hard to find people you’re age who are passionate about something.” Richard could’ve sworn he saw a spark in the man’s vivid blue-green eyes. “The reason I asked such a question is because at this school we offer some of our musically inclined students the opportunity to use the instruments in the choir room. I’m the one that monitors who can get to access to them and I’ve decided to extend the opportunity to you. Sadly we don’t have an electric guitar for you to play…”

“How’d you know I played electric?” Richard interrupted. Father Lindemann laughed a low hearty laugh that seemed to fill the room, turning Richard’s insides to mush. “I’m not that old, Richard. I can tell by the way you wear your uniform that you’d play electric guitar, you don’t seem like one of those sensitive types that cling to using only acoustics.” He explained.

Richard grinned at his pretty spot on analysis of him. “But like I was saying there is no electric guitar, but there is an acoustic. You’re welcome to come here anytime and play it and sometimes I’ll even let you sneak it out so you can play in your room if you like. You’ve just got to keep that between us, ok?” Father Lindemann winked at Richard.

Richard felt like melting when he winked at him. “Definitely! I won’t tell a soul!” He exclaimed excitedly. ”Well then go on, I won’t hold you up any longer. See you tomorrow.” Father Lindemann said. “See you tomorrow Father Lindemann. Thanks again.” Richard said.

As Richard exited the room feeling light as a feather, he missed the longing look Father Lindemann cast at his retreating form. Walking out of the church, Richard found Christoph waiting for him on a near-by bench. Standing as Richard walked over, he asked hurriedly “So what did he want?” Richard with a grin still plastered to his face replied “He just wanted to tell me that I’m allowed to go use that instruments that they have if I please.”

As they walked back to their living quarters, Christoph pressed Richard for more answers. “Yeah, with the way your smiling it seems like he offered you more than just a chance to play some music.” He said suggestively. Catching on to what Christoph was implying Richard gave him a playful shove. “No, Christoph. It’s nothing like that, though…” Richard began to think to himself.

Interested in what transpired, Christoph said “Though what? What happened?” Richard shook his head as if clearing his head. “It’s nothing. It just seemed like…” He trailed off again. This time Christoph stood in Richard’s path blocking him. “Tell me!” He said looking like an indignant child. Shaking his head once more, Richard pulled Christoph by the arm and whispered loudly “Alright! Alright! When I was in there talking to Father Lindemann it seemed as if he were flirting with me.” Upon seeing the glassy look in Christoph’s eyes, he knew he had to add more to his statement. “BUT, I could be reading into it too much and he could just be very nice. Though he did wink at me…I don’t know.”

Eyes big as saucers now, Christoph exclaimed “He winked at you! He was totally flirting.” Looking around to see if anyone heard, Richard shushed Christoph. “Shh! Don’t say that out loud and like I said he could just be nice.” Rolling his eyes as they walked up the stairs to their room Christoph said “I’ve had him as a teacher before and never did he smile as much as he does now and never did he wink at anyone. If anything he’s been kind of cold and indifferent.” Walking through the door to the room and sitting upon their respective beds, Richard replied. “People do change. Maybe he’s happier now than when you had him last.”

“I don’t know, Richard. I’ve seen him around campus occasionally and he looks much the same way he did the last time I had class with him. But when in class he seems almost like a different person.” Christoph explained. Richard shrugged “Maybe we’re reading too much into the situation. Perhaps he’s really passionate about music like I am and that’s why he seems happier in class.”

“Hey, I’ve got to go to the front office to make a phone call home. Are you gonna go to dinner tonight?” Christoph asked. “Nah, I’m gonna skip dinner again.” Richard replied. “You mean you’re gonna go smoke in the woods?” Christoph said. “You’ve got it.” Richard said looking at his chipped nail polish. “Alright, well I’ll be back after dinner then. You should let me come with you on your next excursion. Be back later.” He said walking to the door.

“Yeah, you can come the next time. See ya in a bit.” Richard replied. Waiting a few minutes for the stragglers to make it to the dining hall, Richard stood up and left the room.  Hurrying into the woods, the last rays of light illuminating the way Richard made his way to his normal spot along the wall. Opining to himself about how hard it was to curb his smoking habit to make his cigarettes last these two weeks. Taking one out he tried to light it, but his lighter seemed to be out of fluid so he shook it trying to get one last spark out of it. “Need a light?” A deep voice sounded from behind him. Jumping and turning to face the person who startled him. There stood Father Lindemann leaning on the wall taking a drag from a cigarette of his own.

“F-Father Lindemann…” Richard began, but was stopped. “There’s nothing to worry about Richard. I won’t say anything, after all we’re both doing something that’s forbidden on school grounds. Now here take this lighter.” He said in his smooth rich voice. Taking the lighter from his hands, Richard lit his cigarette and mumbled a bashful “Thanks.” “Anytime.” Came the reply. Looking at Father Lindemann , Richard realized how sexy this man was as he smoked; the fact that he was wearing a priest’s collar somehow making him look all the more enticing. Finally finding his ability to speak, Richard said “I didn’t peg you for a person who smokes.” A rumbling laugh was his response, causing a warmth to bloom in Richard’s loins. Smiling sensuously, Father Lindeman said “We all have our vices, don’t we?”  Taking a drag of his cigarette, Richard nodded. “Yeah, can’t disagree with that.” Father Lindemann walked closer, closing the gap between them. “The key is to find the balance between indulgence and restraint.”

Now he stood less than a foot away from Richard, so close that Richard could feel his body heat and smell his intoxicating scent. The two stared at each other neither saying anything, but the message that was being communicated was one and the same. Longing. Craving. Yearning.

Richard licked his lips since they were suddenly extremely dry, taking in how Father Lindemann’s intense gaze seemed to follow the trail of his tongue keenly. “Father?” Richard questioned. The man’s eyes travel back up to Richard’s face still with that hungry look upon his face. Taking a final puff of his cigarette and then discarding it, Father Lindemann leaned in closer. His lips almost brushing Richard’s, his eyes glued to Richard’s watching them begin to slide close.

Pulling back with a smirk plastered on his face, Father Lindemann waited for realization to hit Richard. When Richard opened his eyes after breaking out of his haze, Father Lindemann caressed the side of Richard’s face and turned and walked away murmuring something that sounded like ‘too cute’.  Realizing he still had the man’s lighter, Richard called out “Wait! I have your lighter.”

Stopping and turning his profile to Richard, he simply said “Keep it.” And continued on, seemingly disappearing into the darkness. Richard just stood in place for a while longer, still dazed and confused to what had just occurred.

‘Father Lindemann was just now flirting with me’ Richard thought in disbelief. ‘And he’s a huge tease!’ A shiver of excitement ran down Richard’s spine. Realizing that’d he’d been gone longer than he should have; he pocketed the lighter and left the area. The entire walk back he appeared to be in a trance, replaying the event over and over again in his head. Walking mechanically up the stairs, to his shared room he stuck his key and but didn’t have a chance to turn the knob before the door swung open.

“Where have you been? I almost considered looking for you until I realized I had no clue where you went.” Christoph scolded as Richard sat robotically on his bed. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Christoph said worriedly.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Richard responded distantly, his hand now in his pocket caressing the cool metal of the lighter making sure that it was real. “Then why do you seem so…distant.” Christoph said sitting across from Richard. “I’m just thinking.” Richard said shortly. “About what? Whatever it is you can tell me Richard, we’ve already shared a lot of personal information.”

Heaving a sigh Richard stared at Christoph for a bit, trying to determine if he should share what happened with his newfound friend. Feeling the other boy was trustworthy, Richard began softly. “When I was in the woods…” Christoph leaned in further. “ I was trying to light my cigarette, but my lighter was dead and you’ll never believe who just showed up out of nowhere.” Leaning in even further Christoph said “Who?’ even though he had an inkling of an idea. “Father Lindemann.” Richard answered. “No…” Christoph said disbelievingly. “Yeah and he was smoking too. And you wouldn’t believe what he said. He offered to light my cigarette.” Christoph made a sound of excitement. “I’m sure you were happy about that, what else happened?”

“That’s it, we just talked for a bit and then left.” Richard fibbed. Christoph raised an eyebrow. “You really expect me to believe that? You wouldn’t come back looking the way you did if that’s all that happened.” Rolling his eyes, Richard cursed the boy’s inquisitiveness. “Alright. He also tried to…kiss me.” Christoph gasped. “Are you serious?! You said tried. What happened?” Shaking his head now, Richard replied “He tried to kiss me, but he was teasing me. You know trying to rile me up.”

Christoph had a sly look plastered upon his face. “Did you like it?” Richard couldn’t lie, he more than liked it, he fucking loved it. He wanted it to happen again, even now he could still feel the ghost of his breath upon his lips. “Yeah, of course I liked it.” He said.

“Ah, an illicit love affair those are usually the best kind.” Christoph mused. “But Richard, please be careful. Both of you could get into really deep shit if you get found out.” Richard nodded in understanding. “I really don’t think anything is gonna come of this. It was probably a fluke or something.”  Christoph stood to go to the bathroom. “Just be careful. I like having you around.”

While Christoph was in the shower Richard changed into his bed clothes intent on getting some rest and banishing the earlier incident from his mind for the time being. When Christoph finally emerged from the shower, he saw Richard passed out on the bed and decided to retire for the night too.

Author's Comment: Yay! Two more chapters down. See? I said I would start to steam up pretty quickly! The next two chapters are much the same, drawing out the sexual tension between the two. Well, I'm off to go type of the next two chapters and then finish up the next chapter of Change of Skin. Tschüss!