Page 8 of Hansel and Gerhardt (The GriMM Tales #3)

If I Could Sleep Forever...

T hey were standing by the branch again, only this time it was daylight, hours earlier, and there had been no hard choices, and they were standing there because they wanted to, and they were happy.

“ I’ve always admired you,” said Hansel.

That puff of dark hair was freshly washed, and it shone in the sunlight and the soft breeze, and they were so warm.

Gerhardt moved closer, the inner edge of his thigh pressing against Hansel’s as he raised his leg up, leaning his foot on a log just behind, cocking his head to the side in that nonchalant way of his.

Hansel retreated, his back hitting the branch. But Gerhardt didn’t let him get away. He locked arms on either side, holding the branch tight, pinning him, and with a sly smile, he said, “Tell me what you like about me.”

“ Everything,” Hansel whispered.

“ Do you like this?” Gerhardt asked softly, tilting his head, placing a gentle kiss on Hansel’s cheek.

“ Yes,” Hansel whispered, the kiss sending a thousand butterfly flutters to every inch of his skin.

“ Do you like this?” Gerhardt asked softly, his head leaning the other way to kiss the very corner of Hansel’s trembling lips.

“ Yes,” Hansel whispered, desperate to devour him, but holding himself back.

Gerhardt lifted his chin and looked him in the eye, his lips pink and parted, his breath sweet against Hansel’s skin. “Do you like this?”

His hand wrapped around Hansel’s firm dick, and, “Yes, Gerhardt,” Hansel begged.

“ Faster or slower?” Gerhardt whispered against his ear.

“ Faster, Gerhardt.”

Hansel’s back arched with Gerhardt’s compliant movement, the branch, real and strong, scraping against his bare skin.

He was naked. Completely naked, stretching his arms out long, gripping the wood.

The sun—the hot summer sun—beat down on him, Gerhardt’s hand stroked him, and Gerhardt’s naked chest pressed against his as he licked his neck. “You’re so big, Hansel.”

Hansel let out a whimper as his pleasure built.

Gerhardt, soft skin against his cheek, whispered, “You’re so strong.”

“ Gerhardt…” Hansel sighed, balls tight, dick leaking, eyes closed, sinking into the splendour of his touch.

Gerhardt’s head dipped to his shoulder, placed a kiss there, his hand moving fast, his chest so lovely against Hansel’s. “You’re so brave.”

Bark beneath fingernails, every muscle taut, straining under Gerhardt’s delectable indulgence, closer, closer…

“ Tell me you love me,” Hansel begged. “Just once, tell me you love me…”