I know but I don't care

“I missed you” Eric said quietly, stroking through Andreas’ hair in a soft motion. The smile over his lips was somewhat happy and eased. Happy to have his love back again.

“I know, boychild.” Andreas hummed back, smiling contently towards the smaller boy. “I just needed some space” He went on, leaning forward to press a kiss against the fragile boy’s forehead and lips.

Eric just smiled, his eyes glittering by happiness, still they were shadows by exhaustion. He knew Andreas didn’t love him; at all. But Eric didn’t care. He loved this man so much, he would have done everything for him, yet he also knew Andreas used it always to his advantage. Eric had waited for three months for the man to return, after having disappeared out of sudden. He had cried every evening, every day, those few months having been the most awful ones he had ever had. Eric had suffered for somebody, who didn’t even care about him. Eric hadn’t been sure about Andreas ever coming back. Still he had waited, because he loved him.

“I love you…” Eric murmured, pressing against the other’s broad chest and breathing in the special scent he had missed so much.

“I know, boychild… I know” Andreas replied simply.