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Albrecht stared at the ceiling of his room, his head still dizzy from the things that had happened, throbbing with pain. His body ached from the unfamiliar movements, and there was something else that hurt terribly - the fact that his father had forced him and Friedrich to box against each other. It had been sheer mockery, once again, that his father had allowed to play out - only to have Albrecht take his place once again. Friedrich, on the other hand, Friedrich had gotten his father's attention immediately.
And Albrecht wasn't even angry with him for it. Sure, Friedrich had hit him - but even in his rage, Albrecht had seen that he hadn't meant to. That he had refused, that he had tried to shield Albrecht as best he could from all this terror his father had instigated in his drunkenness. No, Friedrich hadn't even hit him properly, in the beginning. And Albrecht with his untrained fists had struck all the more, against Friedrich's broad shoulders, as against a steel-hard wall. Not once had the blond even flinched, he had simply let Albrecht do it. Unaware that it had made Albrecht look even more like a failure.
Albrecht crossed his arms behind his head and blinked slightly as he stared up at the moonlit ceiling. Something unfamiliar throbbed in his body, a mix of all the feelings that had been building up for so long. And besides the unfamiliar feeling of anger, there was something else that had only been exposed in the boxing, something that Albrecht had usually kept hidden and buried deep inside, deep somewhere between flesh and heart muscle.
He wanted Friedrich.
He had wanted Friedrich for a while now, but until those helpless moments in the ring tonight, he hadn't realized how much and how fiercely this need was inside him. It was as if Friedrich himself had punched it right out of him, with one powerful blow, just like that. Now Albrecht could no longer hide it, no longer ignore it, no longer let it go unseen.
And he knew exactly that he had only this one chance, a win or a loss, 50-50 - when his bare feet touched the floor and he tiptoed as quietly as he could to the hallway.
Friedrich was sleeping in the guest room. It was only a short distance from Albrecht's room and far enough away from his parents, thank God, so that they wouldn't hear them. Father was certainly too drunk to even notice anything anyway. For the first time, Albrecht was grateful for that.
He crept across the cold hallway and didn't even knock on the door when he reached it. He simply pushed down the door handle, without rhyme or reason, and stole into the dark room. No light was to be seen, only a little of the cool moonlight that fell through a gap in the curtains. Albrecht could still see the outline of the bed, as well as the dark, heavy figure of Friedrich. A mop of blond hair peeked out from under a heavy blanket, and Albrecht put an index finger to his lips when he was close enough to the bed.
"What are you doing here-?", Friedrich nevertheless quietly groaned out, but Albrecht completely ignored the question. He didn't ask for a permission as he pushed aside a bit of the blanket, and slipped into the pleasant warmth. Friedrich didn't mind, Albrecht knew - because he didn't resist, and even held up the blanket for Albrecht a little. And then, when Albrecht was lying next to him, he put the heavy, much too warm blanket over both their bodies.
Albrecht was immediately caught in a flush of heat. He wanted to breathe, to say something, but he couldn't. They had never been this close, not in this way, never just in pajamas, separated by nothing but a finger's breadth of air. Whereas, Friedrich wasn't wearing pajamas, Albrecht had to note with heated red cheeks - Friedrich was wearing only his underwear, his toned chest was naked and rising and falling intensely, almost tensely, as Albrecht fixed his eyes on it.
He swallowed against the inner heat, blinked against the beautiful thing he saw here only millimeters away from him. Curious, he reached out his fingers, touched this skin, touched the chest. Friedrich's heart beat as firmly in it as his own, and Albrecht fixed his blue eyes on that perfect face.
"Are you sure you....?" Friedrich began in a whisper, but Albrecht put the tip of his index finger to his lips. Stared at that mouth as if it were his destiny.
"Don't say anything, just don't say anything for a minute, Friedrich," he breathed out, but Friedrich braced himself up. His eyebrows drew together in concern, and he moved closer to Albrecht. His finger slipped, landing on that strong neck. God, Albrecht wanted this so badly.
"You're acting weird, listen, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hit you, I didn't mean any of this! I would never hurt you, I would never..."
But that was as far as Friedrich got. Albrecht had mustered all the courage he had never otherwise possessed in life and leaned forward, pulling Friedrich into a long, deep kiss.
It was like in his dreams. Albrecht gently broke away after a few moments, gasping for air, but he didn't have much time. They looked at each other, for fragments of seconds, before Friedrich suddenly leaned in and kissed Albrecht back hastily, so demanding and gentle and intense that it struck Albrecht like fire through his bones.
His hand clawed helplessly at the back of Friedrich's neck, searching for a hold, some counter-pressure to withstand this tremendous flow of emotion. He could do nothing but return Friedrich's kisses, wrap his hand around the shoulder joint, feel the skin, taste it, smell it, so familiar and yet so new that it tingled throughout his body.
He breathed shallowly as his head and shoulders landed in the soft pillow as Friedrich leaned over him, kissing him further. His tongue, it gently brushed against Albrecht's lips, seeking entrance, and Albrecht granted it, letting out a moan between his lips between a second of air. It was so good, it was so... it excited Albrecht, in a whole new way. He knew perfectly well that this was absolutely forbidden - and yet that fact excited him all the more. His fingers literally clawed into Friedrich's shoulders. The shoulders that he had banged against today, that had sent him into a state of rage, and that now felt so incredibly good under his fingers. The skin was so warm and soft, allowing Albrecht's eyes to flutter shut with pleasure. And Friedrich, Friedrich wanted him. Albrecht felt it with every movement, but especially with one very special one.
At first it was subtle, barely noticeable, as Albrecht felt Friedrich's hip next to him, and something very warm. It wasn't so clear at first, not quite hard - but then the next, flowing movement revealed it. Albrecht broke away from Friedrich's lips, looking up at this beautiful German boy who had captivated him from second one.
"Come here," Albrecht hummed, and his slender fingers tugged at Friedrich's tense body. Friedrich didn't seem to know what to do at first, until Albrecht pulled harder, pulling the heavy, beautiful body on top of him.
Breathless seconds passed, during which the two just lay on top of each other with slightly opened lips, looking at each other, caressing each other, and just feeling what was going on there. Albrecht could feel Friedrich's hard erection right now, pressing against his own throbbing one with such wonderful pressure. Albrecht was sure that he had never had an erection like this before in his life - hard and heated, and he would have to pull himself together by God not to come immediately with the next movements. For they came, they came from Friedrich as he took Albrecht's silent nod of approval and suddenly moved on top of him.
This friction, it could not be described with anything in the world. The intense pressure of Friedrich's hardness against his own was wonderful, tearing all thoughts from Albrecht's mind for the first time in his life. He no longer had to think, what for, when he could feel. His hands landed on Friedrich's sides, he could feel the muscles under his skin moving in time to his movements. Warm, pleasant goose bumps spread all over Albrecht's skin, and he pressed his hands harder against Friedrich's sides.
When he spread his legs a little more, he felt Friedrich pause above him, just for a tiny moment. A tremor went through the usually strong shoulders, and then he continued with the movements, only they were so much more intense than before. Friedrich was now gasping for air, pressing his hands into the sheet under Albrecht, close to his body. The spread legs made these movements even more intense, made the bed begin to creak quietly beneath them. Albrecht swallowed a loud moan and closed his eyes. More, more, more, he wanted more. He wanted Friedrich all to himself, inside of him, sharing what he would never share again with anyone in his life but him. The will for this feeling became so strong that Albrecht rested his hands helpfully on Friedrich's back, clasping his legs a little around his hips. The sound that came from Friedrich's throat chased a wave of excitement through his body.
Friedrich was making these noises because of him. Because of Albrecht, who had never felt anything like this before, and who had never let anyone get this close to him. But it didn't matter, because it was Friedrich, and Friedrich was everything to him.
"Friedrich," Albrecht whimpered softly, breathless from the spurts of arousal that coursed through his body because of the electrifying movements.
Friedrich leaned down to him, kissing his neck, his Adam's apple, and Albrecht almost choked on the moan that formed in his throat. He wanted this boy, he needed him, he had to, he couldn't-
"I... I want you." His voice, it sounded so fragile and thin, even if Albrecht felt otherwise. Friedrich's hips twitched, giving Albrecht's hard cock a lusty shudder. If he didn't stop, he would come. He would come before Friedrich had even touched him naked.
"You have me." Friedrich's voice was rough and dark, as erotic as Albrecht had ever heard it. He swallowed, resisting the urge to grab Friedrich by the ass and make him continue until they would both come in their pants. No, he had to...
"You know exactly what I mean," Albrecht hummed hotly against Friedrich's neck, and Friedrich finally, finally stopped. Their throbbing cocks were pressed so tightly together that every movement fueled more lust, but Albrecht had to know now, he had to...!
He had been hiding the oil for a long time, always in the room, ever since he had known Friedrich, as if he had planned this, even though he never had. He had hoped, he had! But that he and Friedrich would ever get so close, so intensely, that Friedrich would want him as well, that was beyond Albrecht's imagination. Yet here they were, and the good-smelling lavender oil would finally make sense.
Albrecht swallowed. "Next to your bed, the drawer. The top one."
Friedrich hesitated, blinking down at Albrecht, but Albrecht encouraged him with another nod. He watched Friedrich closely as he opened the drawer and found the small vial of oil, taking it hesitantly in his hand.
They looked at each other, and Albrecht's heart went to his throat. He didn't dare to move even a millimeter, for fear it would take away the wonderful warmth from Friedrich's body. He stared at Friedrich, then hesitantly licked his lips.
"I know it's-... But I don't want it to be anyone else. That's why..." he murmured, feeling the blush rising on his cheeks, and then suddenly it was there: a broad grin settled on Friedrich's lips, the broad grin that Albrecht loved so much and that had always infected him.
"You are quite kittenish, behind your poet's mask. I'm amazed," Friedrich said, and Albrecht tried to ignore the heat building in his body as Friedrich actually opened the vial. The release of the cork rumbled in Albrecht's ears.
"I just show some sides of myself only to those who are worth it. I've read over it," Albrecht added sheepishly, even though he had thought this through more than a thousand times.
He had read a lot, yes. He had secretly found a book in the library, a very old and worn one that had been deliberately placed in a section that contained only forbidden books. Albrecht had not been able to keep to himself, he had been absorbed in it.
And he had tried it, on himself, once. With other oil, but it had worked, and the thought of Friedrich had catapulted him into completely different spheres. Reddened with shame, he had come just from the feeling inside him, the movement of his own fingers. That day he had found out how damn sensitive he actually was.
In all the frenzy, he had barely noticed how Friedrich had already wet his fingers with the oil, and the subtle smell of lavender soothed Albrecht. He tried not to look too eager as Friedrich carefully made room between them, and with a careful look at Albrecht's face and a nod, then slid between his legs, not without first slowly and thoughtfully removing all of his pajamas and underpants. As the warm air brushed his nakedness, Albrecht began to tremble. But he interrupted Friedrich's hesitation.
"It's fine, I'm just excited."
"I don't want to hurt you."
Albrecht smiled. He pulled Friedrich's hair with one hand, kissed the blond. The big boxer hand sank between his legs.
"You're so beautiful, I've never seen anything as beautiful as you in my life," Friedrich hummed darkly against Albrecht's neck, it tickled and excited him, and he had never felt so sure of himself in his life. No woman had ever seen him naked, and his greatest fear had been that Friedrich would not like him, naked as he was now. But he did, Albrecht felt it not only by the way Friedrich used his fingers. They stroked his thighs for a long time, all the way up, until Albrecht made an impatient sound. Only then did Friedrich's fingers shoot up into the area that no one had ever touched before. Except himself.
The first intrusion was a shock, but a good one. It hurt only a little, because Albrecht was so hot for Friedrich by now, so aroused, that it made no difference. Sure, it was an unknown feeling - Friedrich's fingers were wider and longer than his own delicate slender ones, but it wasn't bad. It was good, it was so good, and it felt nice. Albrecht opened his lips gently, then kissed Friedrich.
It was amazing that Albrecht seemed to handle this better than Friedrich. Usually Friedrich was always the strong one, the one who set the tone and dared to do something - but here, Albrecht was the leader. He showed Friedrich what he liked by soft sounds from his throat, encouraged him to use a second finger soon, he wanted more and more, he needed more. The internal pressure grew, his erection almost bursting. The feeling of Friedrich's fingers inside him was unique, wonderful, and soon Albrecht possessed the confidence to move briskly on Friedrich's fingers. It became more beautiful, it pulled pleasantly, and when Friedrich took a little more courage and pushed them in deeper, he hit something that immediately made Albrecht's back arch up. Friedrich immediately hesitated, but Albrecht held him in place ironically. His hands hastily began unthreading Friedrich's pants, freeing the hot erection, while Friedrich opened his mouth and moaned.
"Keep going," Albrecht groaned, and Friedrich finally listened after the second hesitation, and the movements became much firmer. Albrecht was lost for words, he wanted it so badly, he kept pushing down on these fingers and letting Friedrich shove against his hips, more more more!
"You're unbelievable," Friedrich growled against his throat, and Albrecht reached out with his fingers for Friedrich's cock. He took it in his hand, forming a tight, hot tunnel, up and down, pulling on the hard flesh, and was more than heated at Friedrich's reaction. The normally strong body trembled, thrusting into Albrecht's fist, so good, while Albrecht spread his legs wider.
He couldn't take it anymore. He could also hear it from Friedrich's breathing, so he decided it was time.
"Come here, please," he whimpered, letting go of the steel-hard cock, reaching for his shoulders. Friedrich removed his fingers from Albrecht, leaving an empty, lustful hole, and he needed Friedrich now...!
Friedrich hesitated. "I've never..." he confessed, but Albrecht only smiled.
"Neither have I. We're the same, Friedrich. Now do it, or I'll...!"
Albrecht wanted to say get angry, but before he could even utter a sound, Friedrich moved. He reached for the bottle of oil again, poured some on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, shiny and plump, and Albrecht immediately fell in love with the sight - before Friedrich sank between Albrecht's legs with a deep look on his face.
They pressed only their bodies against each other naked at first, tight and hot, and Albrecht pressed his body as tightly as he could against Friedrich's. He could feel the excitement rushing through his veins, his breathing, his pounding heart. Albrecht swallowed.
He stroked Friedrich's back gently, letting himself have a wonderfully soft kiss before Friedrich slid a little deeper and then finally, finally entered Albrecht.
The first few seconds were a burning pain, but the feeling of having a part of Friedrich inside him made Albrecht quickly forget the pain. He took shallow breaths in and out, like a little mouse, before he clamped his legs tightly around Friedrich's waist and looked up at him.
"Please," he whispered, still enjoying the moment it took Friedrich to collect himself - only now did he notice how tense his arms were, how much he was straining everything not to crush Albrecht with his weight. But when Friedrich still didn't move inside him after that, Albrecht confidently helped. He moved his body slowly, up and down, at first only a few millimeters, then a little more. It made Friedrich moan, quietly and harshly, before he propped his elbows up next to Albrecht's body and finally, finally pushed his hips forward. The bed creaked quietly beneath them, like a betrayal in the deep night.
It was more than anything Albrecht had ever imagined feeling. They hesitated at first, but quickly found a rhythm that suited them both and soon left a pleasant tug in Albrecht's sensitive abdomen. His legs clung tightly around Friedrich's waist, more with each thrust. At first they were gentle, tentative, slow - but with several breathless kisses, caressing tongues, curious hands and Albrecht's trembling, his cock trapped between their bellies, they soon found themselves moving faster and harder.
Then with the next thrusts, completely unexpectedly, Friedrich again hit a spot inside him that immediately made Albrecht wince. He clawed at Friedrich's back so hard that it had to hurt, so hard that there would be traces of scratches, had to before he moaned hoarsely, his mouth wide open. His body reared up hard, and he yanked Friedrich down to him.
"More, please, oh God, Friedrich..."
And Friedrich gave him more. The thrusts became more intense, more blind, bringing Albrecht's body to a level of sensation he had never had before. Within moments, Albrecht was clawing at the top, sky-high - and all that held him was his hands on Friedrich's back and his spread thighs around his hips, between which these glorious, enchanting movements were occurring.
"Friedrich, I-... I think I-..." They were young, so damn young and inexperienced, but Friedrich leaned down and kissed Albrecht's neck, licking it, thrusting harder than before. Albrecht's head grew dizzy, butterflies all over his stomach. They were eating him up, inside, so beautiful.
"Come," Friedrich murmured then, and the movements drove Albrecht over the top like a sharp command, he just needed this, just Friedrich's cock inside him and those thrusts, that one word - and that was it.
Albrecht felt the white-hot heat spreading explosively between them. He came and came, and it wouldn't stop, driving him completely to the brink of an orgasmic swoon.
In his fog, he got that Friedrich's thrusts were changing, that he was getting rougher, blunter, and that it wasn't long before he came too - no wonder with the movements Albrecht was unconsciously making with his muscles. He pulsed around Friedrich, and pulled him completely with him. The boxer pressed down very tightly on Albrecht as he came, and Albrecht immediately fell irrevocably in love with everything he felt.
The feel of Friedrich's weight on him, his spread legs around him, Friedrich's orgasm inside him, the tremors that ran through the perfect body above him and left him completely soft, the way Friedrich sought protection and security in Albrecht's hollow between his shoulder and neck. It took them a long time to ride out their orgasms, for their bodies to slowly come back down, for them to just lie there pressed tightly together, breathing, caressing each other.
Albrecht also sensed exactly when Friedrich had relaxed enough to release from him again, automatically, leaving an empty but good, warm, wet feeling inside Albrecht. Albrecht wrapped his arms tighter around Friedrich, sucking in the smell of fresh sweat and sex and Friedrich all the way. His heart barely calmed.
He didn't know how long they lay there, tightly entwined and warm, until Friedrich eventually disengaged. Albrecht's little protest was quelled, as he immediately lay back down with Albrecht, only next to him, pulling the smaller body close to him. Albrecht hummed contentedly.
Friedrich kissed his wet hair, his forehead, before Albrecht pulled him into another deep kiss on the mouth. They smiled afterwards. Albrecht ran his fingers through the ends of Friedrich's hair, they stood all the way off, like after a boxing match.
"Did I hurt you?" began Friedrich at one point, but Albrecht just shook his head. He stroked Friedrich's face, sinking into those bright eyes, pressing into the familiar warmth. He buried his face against Friedrich's chest, pressing his body tightly against the boxer's.
He loved him, loved him so much it hurt. But instead of saying that, he just mumbled dully against the warm skin, "You saved me, that's what you did."