#chraul

Mit einem Mal schlug sein Herz um ein zehnfaches schneller. Jeder einzelne seiner Muskeln verspannte sich und er hielt den Atem an. Christa kam auf sie zu. Nein, nicht Christa, erinnerte er sich. Historia. Auf ihrem Gesicht strahlte kein sanftes Lächeln mehr und auch ihre engelsgleiche Aura war so gut wie erloschen. So lange war es nicht her, doch als sie sich das erste Mal begegneten, überwältigte ihre Erscheinung ihn so sehr, dass er sich für eine Weile nicht rühren konnte. Sie war gut zu ihm gewesen, als kein anderer es gewesen war. Umso schwerer fiel es ihm nun, zu akzeptieren, dass das alles nur gespielt war. Dass dieses leere, kühle Wesen ihre wahre Persönlichkeit war. Bei allen würde er es glauben. Aber nicht bei ihr.

A/N: This is short and a little rushed. I just wanted to get it out of my system. The very first Chraul fanfiction. Enjoy :D (And if Sandra ever so happens to find this. I am so so so sorry :P)

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Chris tucked the zipper of his overall lower and lower, staring intensely into Paul’s eyes. “See. Just for you, I’ll show some deep, sexy cleavage”, Chris said and made a little moaning sound, that send Paul into a fit of laughter. “Don’t laugh, babe. I’m seriously trying to seduce you here. Don’t you think I’m sexy? Don’t you like my lovely cleavage?” But it was too late. Paul couldn’t stop the laughter and Chris soon joined in. He just couldn’t stay serious in a situation like this. Thinking about them in that way alone was just ridiculous; pretending to have the hots for his colleague was hard to pull off with a straight face.

“You sure are just perfect. There is no cleavage I want to stare more at than yours”, Paul answered between chuckles, shaking his head and turning back to the camera. “There you have it guys, now we both have a cleavage deeper than the Grand Canyon. I hope you are happy.”

Chris grinned and turned back as well, wiggling his eyebrows at the camera. “You guys sure are dirty. And yeah. Hashtag Chraul. You guys never change. I love you. Now that we have the appropriate cleavage to play games on Twitch we can start.” Chris clicked the game and waited for it to load, reading some messages in the chat. “’And now kiss please’, says Filet, everybody on twitch is apparently doing it.” Chris glanced at Paul, grabbed him and pulled him closer, staring intensely into his eyes, their lips a mere inch apart, then he grinned and gave Paul a soft head butt. He looked at the chat again, which was still filled with hearts and exclamations of shock, until the viewers were caught up and realised there was no kiss happening and the disappointed messages started.

“Well what were you guys thinking? You didn’t really think we would make out in front of the camera? It’s so easy to tease you. There is nothing between any members of the team, let alone us. You are too naïve, believing that could happen, right Paul?” Chris turned from the camera again to look at Paul, who sat there, still frozen in shock, his lips slightly parted. “Paul, you in there?”

That woke Paul from his stupor and he laughed awkwardly, than slowly turned to look into the camera. “Yeah guys. That was the worst acting, I’ve ever seen. Chris truly sucks. No kisses happening here. Stop dreaming”, he replied a little bit too hastily, which made Chris regret his brilliant idea a little. Paul probably thought he would go through with is and was a little disgusted at the thought. Well, he had to tone the flirting down a little maybe.

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 “And now our time is already over. It’s late and we still have the AfterStream Stream to watch. It was a great night. Thank you for watching!” Paul and Chris were waving at the camera for a few seconds, before the light went off to indicate that they were no longer recording. The crew clapped and cheered loudly. Every stream was a little success for them. Chris took a deep breath and stretched, feeling a lot better, now that the stream was over and everything had gone well.

“So…”

Chris raised his eyebrows and looked at Paul, who had started speaking, but was quiet again.

“Yes? Great stream, wasn’t it?”

Paul stayed silent for a few seconds and just when Chris thought he wouldn’t start speaking, he did. But what he said was the last thing, Chris ever expected.

“Would you like to go on a date… sometimes… with me?”

Chris was stunned. His eyes widened. What was happening here? How… When… Why? He never thought Paul was gay or bi or whatever. And a date? That was so confusing.

His hesitation was all the answer Paul needed. He stood up and smiled sadly. “Sorry. I just thought… You know, with all the flirting in front of the camera. I thought there would be some hidden truth in it. That you were thinking about us in this way. That you saw me as a potential lover. I should have guessed it was all for the viewers. I’m just a little stupid sometimes. I just got carried away.” Paul’s voice almost broke at the end; His smile was shaking, like it took massive strength to keep up. He swallowed and then turned around.

Chris still sat there, dumbfounded, too slow to process what had just happened, let alone to react to the whole situation. He would have sat there far longer, but a sharp pain in the back of his head brought him out of his stupor. “What?”

Jordy stood behind him, looking mildly irritated. “Are you stupid? That guy just confessed and you couldn’t even let him down gently? He is your friend! You owe him at least that!”

Let him down…? Chris looked at Jordy and shook his head, suddenly realising, what had just happened. He let out an undignified scream and stood up, running to the window. He was lucky. Paul had just left the building. He tore the windows open and didn’t even hesitate, screaming Paul’s name at the top of his lungs. Paul froze and slowly turned his head up, along with a few confused pedestrians around him. But Chris didn’t care. He had almost ruined everything, he didn’t have any time to hesitate now.  “Wait you idiot! I will go on a date with you! Don’t run away before my slow brain can process that.”

Paul looked shocked; his cheeks so red, that Chris could even see it from the office up above the street.  

“Really?”

gots to get me some more doodling practice