Frederich Asks For Sex?!!?!?

Plot twist.

He brushed the hair from his eyes, glad that the case was over. Spirit gone, client satisfied. He would tell them tomorrow of the success, because he had something else on his mind. He was rather glad things had gone as they did, because he and Claude were the only ones home, and he had plans for that.

"Claude, come here," he said, panting slightly. Though the exorcism had taken quite a bit out of him, he was determined to do something, at least. He still had some energy left, he was sure he could get some action in.

He hadn't actually told Claude, yet, what he felt, however. He was sure it wouldn't be a problem, though. He would sort everything out directly after they had sex and he woke up the next morning.

Claude did as he was told, handing Frederich a cup of Starbucks coffee.

"Hey, I got us something. You like plain coffee, right?" He smiled slightly, but not much; emotions weren't his thing, not since he had died. Being around Frederich helped, but even then he tried not to show it.

He sipped his latte, sticking a hand into the pocket of his skinny jeans.

"We did a good job today, huh? Helped that family." He spoke with a certain calm detachment, like a politician.

Frederich stared at the coffee, knowing he would need it to stay up. He took a gulp of it, then set it down on the table.

"Bedroom," he told Claude, standing up. "Now."

Though he had more energy, it was still strange for him to show emotions in this state. It was simply something he wasn't used to. Still, he couldn't resist a rather uncharacteristic smile. He was excited, actually, for something. It was a nice feeling, he had to admit.

"Huh?" he asked, his eyes widening. His shock was so genuine he forgot to hide it. "Are you tired already, Frederich?"

He lead him up the stairs by the arm, frowning vacantly.

"Is there something I should know?"

Once inside the bedroom, Frederich grabbed Claude by his emo fag shirt and pulled him into a kiss, pressing him against the wall. He could almost feel the shock emanating from Claude as he kissed him deeply, pressing their bodies together.

Slowly, nervously, Claude raised his hands to Frederich's back, pulling him closer; he didn't want to let go. He felt dizzy and elated and very, very aroused, all at once. Touching his precious Frederich so intimately was something he had only dreamed about.

He pulled away, but only so he could remove his shirt. He supposed that there was one upside to wearing such simple clothes...

He reached inside Claude's shirt, feeling him up. He hadn't done anything like this before, but the online articles he had so carefully researched beforehand had taught him enough that he felt at least somewhat prepared. To be honest, he expected Claude to take the wheel at some point.

Even so, he ran his fingers over Claude's abdomen, up to his chest where he gently rubbed his nipples, kissing him on the lips once more. He didn't want Claude to ask, it would waste too much time.

Claude gently licked Frederich's lips, not wanting to scare him away; still, he wanted him so badly. He wanted closeness, to press their bodies together and become one entity for however briefly. He wanted to feel loved, and wanted, and like he belonged with someone.

He held Frederich tightly, struggling to find a good grip. He was hard already, after hardly a minute of touching--to be fair, it was the longest stretch of intimacy he had ever experienced.

Panting, he pulled away from Claude, gently nudged him towards the bed. He didn't bother hiding his gaze, as he looked him up and down. Claude wasn't bad looking, he thought, but he also wasn't a woman. Frederich didn't know much about sex with either, despite his 'extensive research'.

He supposed he was just lucky that he didn't get embarrassed. He felt kind of bad for Claude, springing it on him like this, but he really didn't have a choice.

Though it took him a second to get the hint, Claude sat on the bed, looking up and Frederich expectantly. He didn't know how far he was allowed to go--what did Frederich even want?

In the end, he took off his hoodie and shirt, pausing when he got to his belt.

Frederich crawled on top of him, pressing a kiss to Claude's lips as he gently moved Claude's hands away, undoing the belt himself. He tossed it aside, undoing Claude's pants as well. He kissed Claude on the abdomen, then down to his underwear. He pulled it down, and would have liked to pretend he was surprised at how Claude looked, but he really wasn't. He had seen Claude a few times before, though he was somewhat thankful. It made him a bit less fearful of what to expect.

Gently, and rather cautiously he ran his hands over Claude. Moments later, he realized his hands were shaking moments later. He tried to hide his anxiety by focusing on touching Claude, but it still worried him. Would he even be any good at this?

Claude gasped, gripping Frederich's shoulders.

"Frederich, I..." he began, barely able to form words; Frederich's hands felt so inexplicably good, completely exceeding all his imaginings. "I didn't know you wanted--that you felt this way."

Frederich looked down at him, frowning suddenly.

"Now's not the time for an explanation," he told him softly, kissing his lips again, as he moved his hands.

"H-how far?" he asked, pushing Frederich away for a moment. "How far can I go? Should I touch you, or do you want to..."

"Shh," Frederich insisted, kissing Claude. "I don't have enough energy for much, if you keep stopping me, or talking, I won't be able to let you finish."

He nodded, biting his lip.

"...Please," he said quietly, digging his hands into the bedsheets.

Frederich moved his hands faster, kissing him on the neck.

"Next time, we can do what you want..." he whispered, running his tongue over Claude's neck.

Claude moaned rather loudly; it was as if he could feel sparks flying through his body wherever he made contact with Frederich. He didn't want to let go; he couldn't recall a time when he had felt happier.

Frederich watched Claude with interest, unsure of exactly what to expect. Frederich had never even touched himself, let alone watched someone else. How long would it even take? He had no idea.

Overwhelmed by the excitement that came with his first time, Claude came in minutes. It was somewhat of a victory; he was amazed he had managed to hold out for that long.

"...S-sorry," he said, noticing that it was all over Frederich's hand. "I didn't mean to."

"It's not like you could have stopped it," Frederich replied, feeling oddly tired after having done so little work. He knew it was a mixture of him coming off of his high, as well as actually having done something sexual with Claude. He stared awkwardly at his hand, unsure of precisely what to do now.

"...Should I get you a towel?" he asked, trying to regain his composure. It was difficult, as he was still very much exposed in front of Frederich.

"...y-yes," he replied. Hearing his voice falter was strange. He was hardly ever unsure of something. This was a rare exception.

He awkwardly pulled up his pants and walked to the hall closet. He offered Frederich the towel very carefully, as though he was afraid he'd be mad.

He wiped his hands off, but he made a rather disgusted expression. He didn't like this.

"I...I need a shower but I'm too tired," he grumbled to himself. "Wake me up early tomorrow..."