It wasn't much of a surprise that Moritz would come to crave attention from his boyfriend. If Moritz was being held in his Melchior's arms or having his hair played with, he was happy. Sometimes on the rare occasions that they were able to spend the night together, Melchior would let Moritz cuddle up next to him in bed.

Sadly, none of this happened very often. Melchior wasn't the type of person too long for physical affection and was completely oblivious to the fact that Moritz was exactly the opposite.

The brunette loved when Melchior touched him. Even when their hands just barely brushed, his whole face would turn red.

After a few months of things going on like this, Moritz started craving more attention. When his father wasn't hurting him, he acted as if Moritz didn't exist. His only other friends from school, Hanschen and Ernst mainly just kept to themselves, as Ernst was rather shy.

This meant that the only person who really paid any attention to him was Melchior. Some days they would be down by the river, sitting next to each other, and Moritz would lean over and rest his head on Melchior's shoulder. Or he would reach over to hold his hand while they walked.

One night Moritz was over at Melchior's house, and they were laying in his bed. It was quiet, with Melchior laying on the right side and Moritz on the left.

As Moritz laid there staring up the ceiling, he whispered, "Melchi," turning over to look at Melchior.

"Yes Moritz?" he replied, looking over at the brunette.

"Could you play with my hair?" Moritz blurted out nervously. Melchior gave him a surprised look and then smiled.

"Of course baby," he said, patting the spot next to him. Moritz couldn't hold back a grin as he moved so his back was against Melchior's chest.

As Melchior started running his fingers through Moritz's brown hair, he couldn't help but noticed how much he leaned into the small touches.

"Do you like it when I do this?" Melchior whispered in Moritz's ear, causing him to shiver. Moritz nodded and buried his face in Melchior's neck.

"Well, I suppose we'll have to do this more often then." Melchior pressed a light kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

"Please never hesitate to tell me if you want to be touched, sweetheart. Okay?" he muttered kindly.

Moritz nodded again, then yawned. "Okay, Melchi. I love you."

Melchior smiled, then pressed yet another kiss to Moritz's forehead. "I love you too."