Rajan never thought he’d find the sound of German as hot as he did. He’d never had a reason to think he and his wife would have a German boyfriend either, so it was no wonder he still wasn’t accustomed to the rise and fall of pitch in his boyfriend’s voice when he was fucking him against the mattress.
Most of the time, Wolfgang spoke English around him. Sometimes he’d tease Rajan and Kala in Hindi, but it was short-lived and he seemed to go back to English effortlessly. On rare occasions, he’d slip into one of the languages spoken by the cluster when they visited. Most noticeable for Rajan though were the occasions when Wolfgang spoke German.
It wasn’t the big things, but the ease with which the words spilled from his lips always made him do a double take. And when Kala replied without a hitch in the same fashion, Rajan started paying attention.
Wolfgang used German for things that did not have an English equivalent, usually when he was watching one of his singing competitions, and he never expected an answer. Rajan could see that the man was still surprised when Kala replied in her accented German by the way his eyes opened up, his breath hitched, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.
However, Wolfgang also spoke German when they were having sex and if Kala’s eyes were anything to go by, Wolfgang was filthy in bed. Don’t get him wrong, Wolfgang could be filthy in English as well, but Rajan was extremely curious as to what he was saying when he was blind with pleasure.
So, like any good boyfriend would, Rajan booked an online lesson the first chance he got.
At first, while they were still in France because of the threats to his family, Rajan hid his classes by passing them off as work meetings. Neither Kala nor Wolfgang interrupted him for the hour he spent trying to distinguish the difference between an S from an ẞ.
Eventually, they went back to India —Wolfgang didn’t have to be convinced to go with them— and it became harder to hide what he was doing. He had to take his lessons at the company: first, in his office; then, as interruptions became the norm, he took the lessons at a café near the building, sometimes having to excuse himself from lunch with his beloved partners because of it.
Rajan had always been a fast learner and in a couple of months, he managed to go from zero to ‘I understand very slow German’, so he decided to test his new knowledge one lazy Saturday morning. Kala had barely left the room to go to the bathroom and Rajan asked Wolfgang —in what he imagines is very basic German— what he would like for breakfast.
The man, still fighting the remnants of sleep, turned his head to look at him, “what did you say?”
Rajan asked in English, “what would you like for breakfast?”
“No, no, say it in German again,” he replied.
With an amused smile, he repeated himself one more time.
“I’m gonna suck you silly,” Wolfgang said, a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“That’s not on the breakfast menu.”
“Well, it should be,” Wolfgang replied. “When did you even learn that?”
Proud of himself for managing a simple sentence, Rajan continued in his choppy German, more confident in his knowledge than he was before, “I’ve been taking lessons.”
He didn’t have time to say anything else, as Wolfgang pulled him down by the front of his t-shirt and kissed him, hard and filthy, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. Rajan moaned when Wolfgang’s hand slid to the back of his neck and gently tugged his hair, angling his head for a deeper kiss.
“I leave for three minutes and this is what happens,” Kala said from somewhere around his back.
Wolfgang let him go and said, “Rajan, can you ask Kala what you asked me?”
Smiling, Rajan said it again. Kala looked at him with a glint in her eye. “Since when do you speak German?”
“He’s been taking lessons,” relayed Wolfgang. Something in his tone made Rajan look at him again but all he could find in his eyes was kindness and the adoration usually reserved for Kala.
Kala, catching on something left unsaid, added, “well, are we having breakfast or not?”
Dropping a final kiss on Wolfgang’s lips, then a quick kiss on Kala’s cheek, Rajan stood up and made his way to the kitchen.
Before he was gone though, Wolfgang spoke up, “main tumse pyar kartha hoon.”
“Ich liebe dich auch, Wolfgang.”