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The Angel of Pie Jesu.

By John T. S. Teller.

Book one – Star in the Hood.

Part 19.

Gareth.

Aleric leads us to the front door of Hansie's home and rings the bell. In a few short moments, the door opens and Hansie stands grinning at us, and he says, excitedly, "Come in. I'm almost ready."

Aleric and Gottwin and I go into the house, and Hansie leads us into the living room where his foster parents are sitting waiting for us. There's also a Social Worker present, and she eyes me closely. After we've been introduced, Hansie pulls Aleric towards the door and says he and Aleric will finish packing and then come down to us. When they've gone, I'm well and truly grilled about Kurt and Heindrich, and I pull no punches when I describe them as beautiful people who'll care for Hansie like he was their blood son. The question of them being homosexual is never mentioned, probably because Gottwin is with us, and probably because all that stuff has already been discussed I would think, and I'm an outsider anyway. As far as Hansie is concerned, I'm just the taxi driver. The Social Worker is quite pleased Aleric and Gottwin are joining Hansie on the trip, and I'm not backwards in coming forwards to say I think it's a wonderful idea, and during the days they're there, they can take in all the things Berlin has to offer, including a trip to the zoo. There are a few questions about my relationship with Aleric and Gottwin, and I explain it by telling them that Ralf and I are business partners, and I'm just doing them a favour by giving the boys a few days away, which will be a sort of respite for Ralf and Gretel, who have enough difficulties coping with Ralf's disability 24/7, fifty two weeks a year. I'm not impressed with the foster parents; I get a sense that Hansie is a commodity rather than a child sheltering from abuse, but I try not to be judgemental. At least he's in a place away from harm.

When we get in the car, I'm surprised when Aleric says he'll sit in one of the two small rear seats of the Bentley with Hansie, rather than in the front with me. I can see the logic of it though. Hansie is the one who needs reassurance on this trip, and Aleric is his pal. Another plus point for Aleric's thoughtfulness. It doesn't bother me one bit, and I'm perfectly happy watching them through the rear view mirror as they chat and giggle, and sometimes whisper to each other, which I can't hear, because I have a Sigur Ros DVD playing at a volume which gives them at least a modicum of privacy to chat privately if they wish. They seem very content in each other's company, and Hansie in particular is tactile towards Aleric; touching him occasionally when they share a secret joke or a snippet of conspiracy? I can't really tell what they're up to, and I have no intention of intruding on their boy moments. Anyway, it will give me a chance to have Gottwin as a companion. My plotting and planning requires that I get to know all three of these boys as well as I do Aleric. In fact, I use this opportunity to see what I'm letting myself in for.

When the Sigur Ros DVD has ended, I turn off the player, and ask all three boys to sing for me. At first, they all giggle at me for being silly, but when I say I'm serious, because I want to hear what they sound like when they're singing together, they sort of want to join in the fun. Aleric suggests I put his CD on, and they'll sing along with that, but I tell him that would be cheating, and I wouldn't be able to hear them properly if I did that. They have a bit of an argument about what to sing, and then settle on Silent Night. When they begin, they're out of harmony with one another, and Aleric takes over as Herr Direktor to get some balance. It takes a few trials to get it right, and then they do it properly.

I know Aleric and Hansie can sing well, and my main concern is just how well Gottwin can gel with them. He's half-turned in his seat when they sing, and my ear is more than tuned when I listen carefully to just how well he fits in with the other two boys. I'm no expert, and I try to cast myself in the role of a member of an audience, listening to three boys who want to make it into the big time, and I'm more than pleasantly surprised at what I hear.

Hansie's voice is beautiful and rather high pitched, which is what could be expected of a child his age; Aleric's voice is pure boy soprano; but Gottwin's voice has a hint of soul to it, which adds a subtle, melodious harmony to the whole. When they've finished, I congratulate them. But I'm congratulating myself more. They're good. Very good!

When they've finished singing, Gottwin asks me to put the Sigur Ros DVD on again. I ask him if he likes it, and he says he loves the unusual voice of the lead singer, and asks who he is. I tell him it's Jonsi Birgisson. I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing when I decide to play the DVD on the TV screen, but I flick the switch, and the TV screen opens. My peripheral vision and the rear view mirror have my complete attention as the song plays track 4: Sven-G-Englar. I'm not sure this song is suitable for the boys.

I can see Gottwin looking puzzled as he watches it, but he doesn't snigger as he watches the youngsters with Downs Syndrome acting out their dance, and neither does Aleric as he stares at the screen, wide eyed, with his mouth partly open. During the twelve kilometres it takes the song to play, I think about how we got to be here.  

 

The day after after Weihnachstag (my Boxing Day), after I'd met Aleric at the church, I had dinner with the Hahn family. But before dinner, I had a chat to Gretel alone, and told her that Aleric would like Gottwin to go to Berlin with us. She was quite surprised, but not displeased, and during dinner, it was she who brought up the idea that the boys might like to accompany Hansie during his visit to see Kurt. It was while she was manipulating the topic to make it look extraordinarily matter-of-fact that I realised how intelligent and clever Gretel is. For my part, I just kept my mouth shut and played along with her scheming, and the amazing end result was that the boys would stay in Berlin, either with me or Hansie, depending what they chose to do,   but I had to bring them home in time for them to prepare to go back to school on the 6th January. But her plans were not off the cuff ones, and it was obvious to me that some plotting had been going on while I was not with them. How she'd managed it, I hadn't got a clue, but she had, and even I was surprised by the length of their proposed stay. I'd reckoned on getting them back before the New Year.

After dinner, and just before I left, I had a quiet word with Ralf and Gunther about them getting a vehicle. Because Gunther was in the trade, he said he could sort that out, and when I said I'd already transferred funds into their bank account - which I did online just before I left the hotel – Gunther's disappointment at not being able to go to Berlin, dispersed completely. In fact, I was beginning to like Gunther more by the day. He, too, is a very intelligent young man, and he'd been making his own plans once he became aware that me being their benefactor was well and truly established. Ralf and Gunther and I had talked shop quite a lot during the Christmas period, and now it was all coming to fruition. Later, because Aleric had given me instructions not to stay over, on the pretence that I had some very important business to discuss with clients in the Far East, for whom it would be daytime by the time I called, I politely refused their invitation that I stay the night. So, instead of staying at Aleric's, I spent the very late evening in the hotel bar, thinking about the strange affair at the village church.

When I got up this morning, I did some business on the phone and over the internet, arranged for the hire car to be picked up, and then checked out early to pick up Aleric and Gottwin around ten to go and get Hansie. When the boys had put their small suitcases in the boot, said goodbye to their family, and we were on the way to Hansie's place, my hand, which was almost permanently on the gear lever, was always covered with Aleric's as we drove. It seems as though the veil of secrecy has lifted and Gottwin is now part of what we are, because Aleric is now not ashamed to show his affection for me in front of Gottwin, and Gottwin doesn't seem to be a bit fazed by him showing his affections either.

 

The song has ended. Gottwin looks at me, and says, "Those people all looked happy even though they do have an illness."

I smile at him. "They don't really understand they're ill. They have severe learning difficulties. They live in their own small world, and they have no worries. But they're happy. Maybe it's us who think we're normal that have problems. Sometimes I wish I was like them."

Aleric is watching me through the rear view mirror as I'm talking to Gottwin, and he smiles at me. I think I also detect a mistiness in his eyes when he says, "I think I know what you mean."

I give him a sympathetic smile, but his words have had an affect on me. He's just thirteen years old and already gone through whatever to think that sometimes he would have liked not to be normal? What on earth can he have gone through that has made him think that way? Maybe his father's illness has had more affect on him than I suspected. Well, I can't think of anything else we've discussed that can have made him think that way.

We stop for lunch at a service area, and the boys don't let me down by leaving any of the food they ordered. They're boys, and they eat like boys. When we're walking back to the car, they're walking in front of me, and it gives me a chance to study them. They're all wearing the bomber jackets, which, conveniently, hang just short of covering their cute bums, and Hansie is wearing a loose fitting scarf tossed casually, yet effectively, round his neck, which emphasises his boyish femininity. Add to that the tight fitting jeans and the cute wiggle of his bum when he walks, and I know I'm looking at a baby Kurt... or how I imagine Kurt would have been as a child. On the other hand, Aleric walks like a boy, and his bum is fuller. In fact, I have to smile when I look at the curves I know so well now; the part of him that every time I look at or touch it is responsible for a rush of blood to my nether regions. I giggle inwardly to myself that although I've never seen it, I can envisage Gottwin's cute bum, too. I've no doubt there isn't a single part of him that isn't a duplicate of Aleric. Anyone around who may be looking at them will see three of the cutest boys imaginable, but I see much more: my three angels have voices that can reach the inner spirit of most people who have a heart. With a bit of luck and some careful planning, the world could be their oyster!

We reach the car, and then we're on our way again, but all the while I'm driving, my thoughts are on the idea of how to get this thing off the ground. There was one other thing which struck me when we were walking back to the car; Hansie's hand found Aleric's, and it was not rejected. In fact, they held hands all the way back to the car.

 

It's three in the afternoon when I pull up outside Kurt's apartment block and press the communication button and I hear Kurt's excited voice telling us to come in. The communal door clicks, and we go in. Third floor; apartment 22. A small rap on the door, and Kurt opens it, wearing an excited smile. He ignores me and Aleric and Gottwin, and with tears in his eyes, hugs Hansie to him, and then pushes him away and stares into the little boy's face. "Welcome my sweet boy."

Only when he and Heindrich have had all their immediate and eagerly awaited cuddles from Hansie do they deal with us. I come last in the queue. Aleric is given a huge hug by Kurt, and they share a secret, knowing sort of smile that speaks a thousand words, all of which I'm completely in the dark about, and I wonder what that was all about. Then Gottwin is appraised and hugged, and both Kurt and Heindrich are thrilled to bits at the exact likeness of the twins. Finally, Kurt comes to me with a massive smile on his face, and when he hugs me, he's giggling, and he whispers in my ear, "Two for the price of one, sweetheart? What a lucky boy you are! I'd love to be a fly on your bedroom wall tonight darling'.

I whisper back, "Don't be such a disgusting tart!"

I wasn't aware of exactly how much communication had been going on between Kurt and Heindrich and Hansie, but after half an hour, I'm guessing the mobile phone Kurt gave to Hansie had hardly been switched off, because there's a familiarity between all three that isn't brought on by easy going natures. Hansie is aware of everything that's about to happen to him, and Kurt and Heindrich have prepared their flat in a way that had to have had his input. We're shown to Hansie's own room, which, besides normal bedroom furniture, has a double bed; a desk and a computer; a music system; a Playstation; a Wii system; lots of CDs; and the room is decorated in pink with ruby curtains.

After Hansie has expressed his delight at everything, Kurt impresses me when he says we're to leave the boys alone for a while to sort things out, and that from now on, nobody will enter Hansie's room without permission, and we retire to the lounge.

 

Hansie.

When the adults leave us in my new bedroom, I look at Aleric and Gottwin, and grin. "Do you like it?"

Aleric waggles his eyes. "It's smashing, Hansie! Have they done this on their own, or have you arranged it?"

I giggle. "Me and Kurt have been planning things over the phone. I'm not going back you know!"

Aleric looks puzzled. "What do you mean? You've got to go back until things are sorted. You can't just say you're staying, and that's it."

"I can. I don't want to go back to them. I don't really like them. I'm going to stay here and kick up a real fuss if they try to send me back."

"Have you arranged it with Kurt?"

I grin, and give Aleric a naughty look. "Only, sort of. But if I tell him I won't go back, I can't see him kicking me out, can you?" I look right into Aleric's eyes, at the boy I've loved since I first saw him, and who is in my bed moments every night, and I feel my pinkler swelling. "Now you've got Gareth, and he lives here, I'll be seeing a lot of you. I'll join a choir here. You can tell Herr Biermaier to stick his choir up his horrible backside. Just think about it! No more Herr Biermaier. Just you and me and Gareth. I can stay with you and Gareth sometimes, and you can come and stay here with us sometimes."

 

Aleric.

I look at Hansie, and I can't believe what I'm hearing. This is crazy. He doesn't really believe what he's saying, does he? He thinks I'm going to live with Gareth most of the time. I need to put him right. "I won't be living with Gareth, Hansie. We're only visiting. I'll be in Wieck most of the time. But if you want to stay here, I think it's a good idea if you join a choir here. You'll make new friends, and you'll soon settle in. I'll see you sometimes when Gareth invites me here."

Hansie's jaw drops, and he clenches his hands, and I think he's going to scream at me, but he just collapses onto the bed and buries his head in his hands. I can't help myself; I place my hand on his back, rub it, and say, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry Hansie, I really am."

I hear him mumble, "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I think I'll come back with you."

Hansie's words hit home to me. It's a bit like watching that DVD Gareth played. Hansie didn't ask for this shit in his life. Maybe it would have been better if he was like them. They seemed happy, even though they weren't `normal'. We're supposed to be `normal', but we're not. I think about the things I've said to Hansie, and I realise how he'll have been hurt by them, and no matter what trouble I put myself into, I'm not going to abandon him now, and I say, "There's something else I haven't told you. I'm not going to stay in the choir. I've finished with it, and him! You can make a new life here, but I have to go back home to mum and dad and tell them I won't be going to the choir again. They're going to want to know why. What shall I tell them?"

Hansie looks up at me. "You can tell them it's because I'm not there anymore?"

I spy my chance to bring this situation under control. "That's a brilliant idea. I never thought of that. I'll tell them the only reason I stayed in it was because of you. Maybe then they'll let me come here and see you more often. I'll get Gareth to get us a computer that has a webcam, and we can talk to each other every night."

Hansie is smiling now. "And we can talk to each other often on our phones. Actually, when you think about it, we'll be better than we were before."

At this point, Gottwin butts in. "What about me? Am I forgotten in all this?"

Hansie seems to have forgotten everything that's gone on, and he's giggling when he says, "We're going out for a meal later. I'll get Gareth or Kurt to get you a phone."

Gottwin grins, and pulls his phone from his pocket. "Too late. Gareth has already got me one."

Hansie giggles like a girl. I begin to giggle, and we all giggle, and the giggling is getting out of hand when we hear Kurt shouting to us that we need to start getting ready to go to dinner.

 

Gareth.

When the three boys come into the lounge, they're all grinning, and I ask what they've been up to.

Aleric grins at me. "Nothing. Hansie likes it here, and he says he's going to have a webcam on his computer. The only problem is that he won't have anybody to talk to."

I laugh. "I'll see to it. Are you boys hungry?"

Kurt butts in. "They'd better be! I've booked a table for six at The Grauhaus." He looks at Hansie. "Did the boys like your room?"

Hansie walks across to Kurt, sits on his knee, and Kurt hugs him. "Yes. It's smashing. You got it perfect." Then he puts an arm around Kurt's neck and whispers something in his ear.

Kurt kisses him on the cheek, and then winks at him. "Uhuh. Just like you asked."

Hansie giggles, and then settles back into Kurt with a smirk on his face that says they have a secret thing going on. I can't imagine what it is, but I'd bet my last dollar that it's ladies' talk. Then Kurt says, "You are hungry, aren't you sweetheart?"

Hansie pats his belly, and looks at Heindrich. "I'm starving. Do we have to change?"

Kurt winks at Hansie. "We don't have to, but there are a couple of things in your wardrobe you might like to put on. Would you like that?"

A massive grin crosses Hansie's face, and he says, "Yes please."

Heindrich walks behind him and kisses him on his head. "The Grauhaus is a family place. There'll be lots of other youngsters there." He bends down and looks into Hansie's face. "Are you tired after your long journey?"

Hansie looks up at him. "No. I'm not tired at all."

Some more small talk between Hansie and Kurt and Heindrich, and while they're talking, I look at Aleric, who's sitting on the arm of the easy chair I'm sitting on. He seems to be not too pleased. I give him a puzzled look. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I wanted to go to your place."

I understand how he's feeling. I want to take him there.

 

It's six when we arrive at the Grauhaus and take our places at the table. Aleric is to my left and Gottwin to my right on one side of the table. Directly opposite me is Hansie, and he's flanked by Heindrich and Kurt. The place is almost full, and the looks we get make me grin inwardly. Goodness knows what the other adults are thinking. We're six males, and not a woman amongst us. Well, that's not quite right; Kurt hasn't spared the mascara, and he's dressed up little Hansie in such a way that there's no doubting his boyish femininity. It seems to me that neither of them is intending to hide what they are: a couple of feminine inclined gays.

My side of the table hasn't been neglected by our `audience'. I haven't been here before, but Kurt was right; most of the clientèle are families. Two tables away, in front of us, are a family that has three children; a boy, and two girls. The girls are about fifteen and sixteen, and they've been giving the twins a thorough examination. Occasionally, they whisper to each other behind hands, and giggle. After a while, I lean over to Gottwin and tell him he's got a couple of admirers, and then I tell Aleric the same. My reward is that I get my legs kicked from both sides, and we all three end up giggling. Thank goodness we have our backs to a wall, because I also get a hand on my thigh occasionally. That's from Aleric, and not Gottwin!

At eight, I suggest we call it a day. Heindrich picks up the tab, and we all file out into the darkness and the cold. Despite having their bomber jackets on, the boys are shivering, and we don't dwell. A few quick hugs; arrangements to chat on the phone tomorrow; a giggled whisper in my ear from Kurt to `enjoy yourself with your two boys', and I pile Aleric and Gottwin into the Bentley.

 

Aleric.

Although I'm leaning back in my seat staring out of the window and saying little, I'm excited as Gareth steers the car effortlessly through the traffic. The primary thought in my mind all day has been that I'll be sleeping with him at last. I was really pissed off when I discovered we were all going out for a meal. I'd even considered saying I wasn't feeling too well when Kurt said we were going to eat out. But the meal had been fun. I was amused when I saw Hansie dressed for dinner. It seems as though he's already enjoying living here. Herr Biermaier had got it spot on: Hansie is a `little gay boy', and I can see that now that he's here with Kurt, he has no intention of hiding it any longer. I also reckon it won't be long before Kurt sorts him out with the `proper company', and I'll soon be forgotten.

The city lights are exciting. I turn to Gottwin, who is sitting in the back, staring, fascinated at the place, and I ask, "How about this for a great place?"

My brother puts his thumb up. "Fantastic! I've never been here before you know!"

I laugh at him. "No, I know you haven't. I told you it was a fabulous place. Maybe tomorrow Gareth can take us to the Schiller Theatre where we were performing." I turn to Gareth. "Can we?"

Gareth smiles at me. "I'll take us there now."

Gareth is still smiling as he does a right turn, and then takes a left onto the street that I recognise is the one Kurt has his shop on, and he slows right down as we approach the Brandenburg Gate so we can look at it. He makes a detour around it, and drives along the long, straight road that leads to the tall Siegessäule monument in the middle of a roundabout, and I know we're not far away from the theatre. And then we're there, and he pulls onto the car park and manages to find a space to park the car. He looks at me and grins. "8961."

His comment makes me laugh out loud. "No! 8691!"

He laughs. "Just testing." Then a naughty look comes over his face, and he stares into my eyes. "Shall we?"

I giggle. "We'll get in trouble."

Gareth laughs, gets out of the car, and beckons for me and Gottwin to get out.

We both get out and follow Gareth. I take Gottwin's hand, and pull him along to catch up with Gareth, and when I reach him, I grasp his, too.

We stand in front of the door. Gareth pretends he daren't touch the numeric lock. I giggle, and then punch in the number 8691. I push the handle down, and the door opens. We peer inside without going in, and the memories come flooding back to me: the long corridor; the eerie lights; the place where we first kissed; the place where Gareth first touched my bum.

It seems that Gareth is also thinking like me, because all amusement has gone from him. I look at him. Our eyes meet, and despite Gottwin being there, I can't help it when I go to Gareth and hug him. He puts his arms around me and hugs me, and then I break the hug and close the door quietly. We turn away and walk silently, hand in hand, back to the car. I'm almost in tears. It had been a beautiful moment.

Now to Gareth's apartment. I can't wait!

To be continued...

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