Roommates

Jean and Bertholdt

Bertholdt was in a hurry that morning. He had woken up later than usual and the others had all already left for work without waking him up when he missed his alarm. Or so he thought. In his rush to get ready, Bertholdt didn't knock on the bathroom door. He just assumed that no one was home still. Big mistake. He blushed as he came face to face with a naked Jean. Neither moved or spoke. Both were too embarrassed to do so.

Even so though, Bertholdt shamefully found himself admiring Jean's lean body. He, by far, was the shortest and leanest of all four of them. But despite this, he still had nice muscles and abs and all that. Perfect eye candy. Good thing Marco wasn't the jealous type or he would be getting into A LOT of fights with strangers about Jean. With a sudden dawning of realization, Bertholdt realizes he had been staring at Jean's free swinging manhood that the ash haired gentleman had yet to cover. Huh, who knew it was pierced? (Marco did obviously.)

"O-Oh! I-I'm so s-sorry!" Bertholdt began panicking. "I-I-I thought that everyone h-had a-a-already left!" His face was a burning crimson from his neck to his forehead. The darker haired man quickly covered his face from the embarrassment. "S-S-S-Sorry J-Jean!" He began hyperventilating and fell back against the door frame. Jean honestly felt bad for Bertholdt. If he kept going at this rate, the poor thing was going to pass out.

"Bertl..." Said man didn't seem to hear him as he kept apologizing over and over and over again with his head buried in his hands. Jean heaved a large sigh and took the three steps between them to stand in front of the embarrassed man. "Bertl." He tried again and gripped Bertholdt's shoulders tightly, catching the taller man's attention. Jean's heart broke at the tears he saw in his friend's humiliated eyes. "It's okay." He gave Bertholdt a reassuring smile and squeezed his shoulders. "These things happen, it's not a big deal. Trust me. I'm not mad and you have nothing to apologize for. I should have locked the door anyways." Bertholdt sniffled and nodded slightly. "Don't cry, Reiner'll kick my ass for making you cry." Jean cocked a cocky grin as he succeeded in making Bertl laugh. He had such a nice laugh, even when it was clogged from tears.

Wait...

At the same time, they both realized they were less than a foot apart and Jean was still a very naked man. For the first time Jean finally blushed and let go of Bertholdt. He took a few steps backwards and quickly grabbed a towel to cover his lower body. The tension was so thick, a knife could slice and dice it.

"W-W-Well, I sh-should hurry u-up. I-I'm r-running late for w-w-work." Bertholdt made to turn around and leave when Jean's quiet laughter stopped him.

"Bertl." Amusement flickered in Jean's warm eyes.

"Y-Yeah?"

"It's Sunday, since when do you work on Sundays?"