Roommates

Marco and Bertholdt

Bertholdt was the professional chef in their apartment, so he did typically do all the cooking. Though, every once in awhile, someone would help. Except for Jean, never Jean. Bertholdt is still wondering how he managed to set water on fire...

Anyhow, today it was just Marco and Bertholdt in their apartment. Reiner and Jean both being at work for at least another hour. The freckled-face Jesus had kindly offered to help Bertholdt cook dinner and make dessert. Out of the other three, Marco tended to cook with him the most. Jean didn't for obvious reasons and Reiner typically preferred watching Bertholdt cook, more specifically his ass.

"We're making fried empanadas with avocado and tuna tapas and Cabernet Sauvignon to drink. For dessert, we'll have chocolate and churros. Sound good?" Bertholdt had his back turned to Marco as he spoke but he could literally HEAR him drool.

"Oh yes! Sounds delicious!"

"Why don't you star with the filling for the avocado and tuna tapas. Everything's already out. Just mix the tuna, mayonnaise, green onions, red pepper, and balsamic vinegar together and then season with pepper and garlic salt. I'll start with the empanadas, okay?" Bertholdt tossed a look over his shoulder from where he began preparing the empanadas dough and filling.

"Alright, so we going Spanish theme tonight?" Marco pulled a bowl towards him and began to mix and measure the ingredients per his roommate's instructions.

"Mhm and I was thinking Italian tomorrow."

"Mmm, you always make the best linguine."

Bertholdt chuckled and began packing the filling into the empanadas. "I know I do. While the empanadas are cooking I'm going to start on the churros and homemade hot chocolate. You can help with that when your done with the avocado and tuna tapas. Don't forget to garnish them with some left over green peppers and some ground black pepper."

"I won't." Marco let the filling sit as he began to cut the avocados in half and scoop the pits out.

"Thanks for all your help Marco." Bertholdt looked over his shoulder after tossing some finished empanadas in to cook and gave him a big smile that had Marco's ears turning red.

"N-No problem Bertl! I love helping you cook!" Bertholdt gave him another smile before getting ready to make the churros.

Together they prepared and cooked in a totally not awkward silence only broken by Bertholdt's soft humming. Bertholdt stirred the homemade hot chocolate and smiled at it's perfect consistency for the churros.

"Hey Marco, taste the chocolate and tell me if it's good." Bertholdt dipped a spoon in the chocolate and held it up over his hand so none would drip onto his pristine kitchen floor.

"Oh, Bertl. If you made it, it's gonna be delicious." But Marco made no other complaint as he blew on the spoonful and took it into his mouth with Bertholdt still holding it's handle. It honestly tasted like pure heaven on Marco's tongue. He kept his lips wrapped around the spoon and he moaned.

1 beat.

2 beats..

3 beats...

Marco's eyes snapped open and he stared into Bertholdt's wide dark eyes. Sweet caramel colored met dark chocolaty colored. Neither moved, neither said a word, and neither even breathed. Realization dawned on the freckle-covered man and he yanked his mouth of the now chocolate free spoon. Both dark-haired men had deep, dark red blushes covering their faces.

"I-It's perfect! U-Uh, we s-should hurry a-and finish before J-Jean and R-R-Reiner get home!" Marco turned back to finish the garnishes on the avocado and tuna tapas.

"R-Right!" Bertholdt followed his lead and the most unbearable silence followed until Reiner and Jean came storming in and yelling their respective lovers' names.