The rain pounded against the windows. He could hear it between jerking movements and screams of ecstasy. The corners of his mouth pained, but he still did his job, not because he had to. If he had the nerve, he'd stop any time. But he loved hearing the sounds of the man's pleasure, even if it gave him a bad taste in his mouth.

Yet, a little bell in the back of his mind, near his homework and his chore to feed the dog, kept ringing. Like a constant buzzer, never stopping. He was not the kind of boy to state his opinion, or his name for that matter, so it was tricky to ask. Yet, he couldn't keep doing this. This feeling of everlasting nervousness.

Taking his mouth off of the blond boy's member, he wiped his own salvia on his back of his hand.

"Hanschen?" He mumbled out.

"What?" His normally smooth, deep voice was now frustrated and impatient.

"Are we a thing?"

Hanschen cocked his eyebrow at Ernst's odd question. He could already feel his cheeks blush at his question, and for a minute he regretted asking. But Hanschen laughed and placed his sweaty hands upon Ernst's warm cheeks.

"Why do you say such things?" Hanschen laughed.

"It's just…um…"He felt the familiar nervousness rise in his voice, "Some boys were calling you and I a…well, 'thing.'"

Hanschen let out another deep laugh while running his hands through his blond hair. Ernst now not only felt embarrassed, but childish. It was out of his nature to say such things, and now he was being mocked for it.

"Do you think we are a mere thing, Ernst?" Hanschen asked.

"No," Ernst said. "I think we are people."

"Well, there you go." Hanschen answered, and pushed Ernst's head back to the pleasure zone.