Roommates

Reiner and Marco

It was quiet, too quiet. At least that's what Reiner thought as he walked into their shared apartment. Jean must be gone at least, but Reiner didn't see Bertholdt's car in the parking lot either. The blonde hung up his coat, wet from the rain, and looked began looking around the house for any sign of life. He stopped in the kitchen for a beer before finally ending his search in the living room where he found Marco curled up on the couch and watching a fluffy romance movie by the looks of it.

The smaller man didn't seem to notice Reiner until he sat down on the opposite end of the couch and popped open his beer can. He looked over at Reiner with bleary, tired eyes.

"Oh," his voice was small as if he just woke up. "Welcome home Reiner. Bertholdt went shopping and Jean got called in work for an emergency. Didn't say what though." Marco sat up some and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Sorry, I was dozing off when you came in." He yawned quietly. "Haven't gotten much sleep lately. These most recent case is taking up so much time. I feel bad that I haven't been spending time with Jean or you guys. I'm sorry..." Reiner gave a deep sigh and took a drink of his beer before setting it down on the table.

"It's okay Marco, you need to get your sleep. Take a nap now and I'll wake you when Jean and Bertholdt are both back and we can have a movie night or something." Marco's eyes it up at the large man's words and he smiled his cute, innocent smile.

'Oh, he is far from innocent if what I hear at night is true...'

That thought had Reiner's face turning beet red and he quickly picked his beer up and chugged it in one go.

"Reiner? You okay? Your face is kinda flushed..." Marco reached over a placed his lips against Reiner's forehead, checking his temperature. "You don't have a fever...Oh! Your face is even redder! What's wrong?!" Reiner turned his head away quickly to hide his embarrassment.

"I-I'm fine, just a little flushed from drinking. Go ahead and sleep now." Reiner gave his most reassuring smile and leaned back in his seat in a form of nonchalance. Marco frowned but laid down on the other end of the couch.

"Alright...Mind if I put my legs on yours?" Reiner shook his head and Marco stretched out, laying his legs across Reiner's lap. The blonde shifted slightly and looked at the TV just as Marco's movie's credits began to roll. It wasn't long before Reiner heard quiet snoring. He reached for the remote on the coffee table, only to succeed in moving Marco's feet into a 'new' position. A quite uncomfortable and awkward position on Reiner's part.

To top it all off, Marco began moving in his sleep causing his feet and legs to rub against a certain piece of Reiner's anatomy. God, help him.

Reiner felt ashamed as all the rubbing slowly caused a little problem below his belt line.

Jean was going to kick his ass if he found out his Marco was indirectly giving him a foot job without knowing he was.

Fuck his life.