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[pyred]

There had usually always been something to do at the compound at first. Repairs, fortifications, the long project of hooking up the showers again (not heated, but they at least had the running water), the scavenging trips to get basic needs.

The longer they stayed here, though, the less things there were to do. Boredom started to become a serious threat. Patrols always took up someone's time, and there were still repairs to do, pipes to check up on, supplies to check (though they'd all discovered a lot of food could last well past supposed expiration dates).

Sasha had already done her hunting trip though, and Jean, Annie and Reiner had made a trip into the city that had lasted almost a day. What they brought back was useful, but there was one indulgence that was new. They'd managed to find a case of beer.

Marco would have bet a bowl of Sasha's next stew it was Reiner who found it. He seemed the type.

Nobody had touched it for a couple days, because it really was an indulgence. Who could afford to be drunk if something bad happened? And Marco didn't really want to let Connie at it, because who could afford a case of alcohol poisoning?

Still, when Reiner and Bertolt officially didn't have patrol duty - Eren, Mikasa and Annie had that well in hand - Marco had figured it couldn't hurt to join them when he was invited. Jean had already made his thoughts on the brand of beer well known, so it wasn't like he was coming along.

It was alcohol. Marco was pretty sure he'd drunk worse during his college days, and they were the epitome of beggars can't be choosers. It'd been a while since he'd done anything to really unwind, aside from trying to read or knit.

Which was how, a couple hours later, he ended up laughing at something Reiner had said while listing against Bertolt's side. They'd decimated a good portion of the alcohol, despite it being warm and bottom shelf, and his laughter trailed off into a sigh.

He was definitely tipsy. Possibly edging into drunk, but it wasn't a bad thing. He was with strong people who were good at protecting him. Never mind that they were tipsy too.

"Bertlolt, you're warm." That was punctuated with Marco practically rubbing his cheek on Bert's shoulder like a cat. A cat in heat, possibly. God, he forgot how drinking made him rare to go. Not that he really needed the alcohol to help with that. It'd been a while.

After a moment, reaching out to touch Reiner's arm, "Though you're warm too." Ever the teacher. Can't leave Reiner out of the compliments!

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[warrioreidlos]

Reiner laughs in response, his laughter just a bit too loud and boisterous to pass for his normal, sober laughter. It had always been like this really. If anyone ever needed a sure-fire way to check if Reiner was drunk or not, all they had to do was make him laugh; if it is loud enough to shake the walls, he's drunk. Get a few beers into him and the volume just went up to eleven.

He punctuates his laughter with a gesture of his hand, the wild motion spilling a bit of beer past the lip of the bottle and onto his hand. "I'll have you know I'm hot." Oh wait, is that beer on his hand? Better suck it off.

[bertall]

"M'not," he sounds like he's about to whine in protest when Marco suddenly reaches out to touch Reiner, and then his best friend is laughing and actually laughing. "You're warm. M'cold." Which was a direct lie - if he was cold, he'd be bundled up in two sweaters and three blankets. As it was, he was down to his jeans and what must've been one of Reiner's shirts. It was much too big to be one of his.

--Ah, Reiner, what-- No. No. He was comfortable with his head resting on his shoulder! "Reinerrrr..." Stop moving.

[pyred]

Marco's dressed as he was when he started. Though he prefers button-up shirts, like Jean does, he also doesn't stick to them - so he's wearing someone's (not anyone in the compound) old and faded yellow shirt, along with his jeans. Though he can't deny he's starting to get a little flushed with heat. Or something else.

Bertolt squirms, which jostles Marco a little, and Marco reaches out to stop Bert which... mostly involves handily patting his chest.

"You're not cold, you're hot," he tells Bertolt. "You're both hot," he says happily, meaning it every sense of the word.

Oh, Reiner's sucking on his hand, Marco stares for a moment before closing his eyes and sighing. Marco wants to be Reiner's hand for a day, okay? That'd be nice.

[warrioreidlos]

Reiner laughs again when he hears Bertolt's whine, slinging his arm around his shoulders once he is done sucking beer off his hand, pulling him back into his shoulder. It has always been this way; no matter how far apart they are when they start drinking, by the time they are well into their cups, Bertolt always ends up practically inside his back pocket.

And, you know, a little later Bertolt usually ends up inside of regions a little more south-west of his back pocket.

The drink, shitty though it may be, has finally eased the ever present tension between Reiner's brows, bringing a flush to his cheekbones, giving him a bit more boyish look.

"You're hot too," he returns the compliment rather shamelessly, his eyes crawling over Marco's frame for a moment in a way that indicates he sure isn't thinking of body temperature, even as his arm slides down from Bertolt's shoulder to rest against his back instead, his fingers sinking into the back pocket of his best friend's pants.

[bertall]

Bertolt hums softly in agreement to both Marco and Reiner's comments. At least he was right about part of that. When he feels someone - Marco - patting his chest, Bertolt clumsily reaches out to hold onto his wrist.

"S'not fair, Reiner's been hot since," he trails off for a few moments, shifting a bit so Reiner could have full access to his pockets. Maybe he was just after the wallet he insisted on carrying around?

When he remembers that he was in the middle of saying something, Bertolt rolls his head back to bump against the nearest arm (whether it's Marco's or Reiner's, he's not 100% sure). "Since... Forever. S'not fair. Everyone's hot. You're hot. Reiner's hot. The girl on the bottle's hot." Everyone in this damn compound was hot and it wasn't fair.

[pyred]

Marco notices that look, and he definitely flushes red under his freckles but grins wide none the less. Getting called hot by a hot guy with a great body is good for his ego.

Bertolt traps his hand in place and Marco just has no choice but to squeeze his chest a little.

"Mm, yeah," he agrees. Annie and Jean hot, Mikasa and Eren, even Armin, and though he tries not to think about them like that, so are Sasha and Connie in their own way. But right now he has two hot guys in front of him.

"But at least you two get to be hot together," he says, watching Bertolt roll his head against Reiner's arm, showing off his neck. His voice drops to a stage whisper. "Cause.... I've heard you two before, and it sounds really hot."

Ah, the wonders of the echoing compound. He presses his cheek to Bertolt's bare shoulder again.

[warrioreidlos]

Drunk as he is, Reiner doesn't even have the good grace to look embarrassed when Marco reveals he has been listening to them fucking. To be fair, they do try to keep things mostly quiet, but the echoing compound and the fact that sometimes they just get too frantic and filled with adrenaline to even think about being quiet works against them. Ah well.

"If you think it sounds hot, maybe you should join in next time." Cause shame, much like volume control, just goes right out the window when he gets drunk. His hand creeps a little further into Bert's pocket, and he angles a sly grin into Bertolt's hair. He ain't after your cash, man, he just wants to touch the booty. "You wouldn't mind, right? If we both got to have fun with you." Cause, naturally, if Bert wouldn't be on board, this is a no go.

[bertall]

On the other hand, Bertolt does. He had always been self-conscious even before the outbreak, embarrassed by the sounds Reiner was able to drag out of his mouth and knowing that not only had Marco overheard them, but knowing that meant the rest of the compound did too. At least it wasn't nearly as bad as knowing Berwick had overheard them once in the past.

He'd never get over the teasing that ensued the following week.

Though Bertolt wouldn't lie and say the idea that Reiner just put into his head wasn't appealing because it was. He's suddenly aware of his heart beating hard under Marco's hand and the gentle, strong feel of Reiner's fingers. Not to mention... "Either I'm drunker than I thought or I'm dreaming." He had to be. That had to be the only reason why Reiner sad that. "A-Are you serious?"

jumping in cause it seemed more directed at Reiner, hope you don't mind

[warrioreidlos]

Reiner might be drunk but he isn't mean. He hears the hesitance in his voice, and he pulls his hand free from his back pocket, using his fingers to turn Bertolt's face towards his. His voice softens, still just loud enough for Marco to hear as well, but clearly not meant for him. "Hey, we don't have to, all right? S'your choice. Just thought it could be fun."

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[bertall]

Marco could probably feel his heartbeat go faster as he shakes his head once. Is that what Reiner thought--? He's not that surprised, really... Despite how much he cared for the blond he was always afraid to share what he wanted to try (both inside and out of the bedroom). The apocalypse was no different. "I-I didn't say no. I..." He takes a deep breath and carefully moves his hand from Marco's wrist, up his arm and to his shoulder.

Bertolt curls his fingers around Reiner's hand as he tilts his head towards Marco. "...Do you want us, Marco?"

i never mind! they're super cute :cs

[pyred]

Marco's slow to reply to Reiner - and he doesn't when Bertolt seems a little surprised. He can hear what Reiner's saying, and he approves of it immensely.

Because yes, it's not like he hasn't thought about them like that, and he'd totally want to do it. But if either of them didn't want to, then he wouldn't want to do it period. Even drunk, Marco's totally into the consent all around.

So when Bertolt asks, he nods after a moment, feeling how Bertolt's heart is thumping hard under his palm. He drops his head to rub his cheek against that hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah," He agrees easily, no shame in admitting it. "You're really nice, and so's Reiner. And you're both really good-looking," he adds, but he gives Bertolt a little tipsy smile. "Only if you'd wanna, though. I don't wanna be that guy."

[warrioreidlos]

"I don't think you could be that guy even if you tried." There is just something so freaking wholesome and good about Marco. There is a lot of people Reiner could imagine doing unthinkable things when pushed to do them, himself included. With Marco though, he's got the feeling, he'd be the kinda guy to take himself out before betraying his values.

[bertall]

"Not in a thousand years." There was a reason why he referred to Marco as 'Freckled Jesus.' Even though he's only known Marco for a short amount of time (especially compared to Reiner and Annie), he didn't seem like the kind of person capable of being cruel. Bertolt reaches up for Reiner's hand and nudges it down towards his hip, then he uses the hand on Marco's shoulder to carefully tug him closer so he could lightly bump their noses together.

"I'd be stupid to turn two really hot guys down." Who knew if he'd get another chance like this? They could all die tomorrow for Christ's sake. "Plus I wanna count all of your freckles. Even the butt ones."

[pyred]

Marco smiles, tipsy and abashed, when they tell him he could never be that guy. It's not even something he can get embarrassed about. No one wants to be that guy. He's glad they have so much faith in him.

Bertolt tugs him in closer after a moment, and Marco shifts against him willingly, giving a small laugh when Bertolt nudges their noses together. He moves one hand to brace on the ground - the other rests on Bertolt's chest, but he slides it over to rest on Reiner's after a moment.

"Hey, how do you know I have butt freckles? Maybe they're only on my face," he argues, but it's only for the sake of protest. Then he realizes he's really close to Bertolt's face, and he swallows.

"Can I, uh -" he starts to ask, then sort of trails off (it's the alcohol) and then leans in that last tiny bit to press a kiss to Bertolt's mouth, chaste and quick.

[bertall]

Bertolt giggles when Marco kisses him, his hand slipping up to the back of his neck so he could return it only this time with a small, very gentle bite. He would've protested right back that he knew a kid in highschool who was covered in freckles. It ends almost as quick as the first one and he pulls back just far enough so he could quietly count the freckles across his cheeks. Seventy--No, seventeen. Numbers have never been his strong point when he's drunk.

"I wish I had a teacher as cute as you in school. Especially if he looked this nervous all the time."

[warrioreidlos]

Reiner snorts softly at that comment, leaning back comfortably so he can get a good look as Bertolt and Marco kiss. He shifts a little so he can rest his huge paw of a hand against Bertolt's back, idly stroking his skin through the t-shirt he pilfered from him -- so that is where it had gone. "You would've kissed any of teachers while we were in high school. Even if they had been this good looking."

[bertall]

That gets a a small snort and a blush before he kisses Marco again, one hand reaching up to tangle itself into his hair. "Maybe," he gives him another kiss, this time a little stronger, "But he's the first teacher I wanna sleep with." He arches his back against Reiner's hand, then Bertolt flashes a toothy grin up at Marco.

"Come on, Mister Bott. Teach us."

Thank god for booze, right?

[pyred]

"I'm not nervous," Marco tries to protest, words getting cut off when Bertolt kisses him again, and he leans into it, mouth opening against his briefly. Yeah, he is kind of nervous, but he's also tipsy enough that mostly he just wants to do this.

Being reminded he used to be a teacher should not get him flushing and shifting. He was a primary school teacher, not a professor. This is like the ultimate perversion of his profession!

.... He doesn't really care.

"I don't think there's anything left for me to teach you two about this kind of thing," Marco sort of mutters, but it's not bad - it's amused, and he leans in to kiss Bertolt again, tongue swiping gently against his bottom lip.

Of course, he doesn't want to forget about Reiner too, even if he seems content to watch, so Marco finally moves his other hand to wrap around Bertolt's shoulders, and then breaks the kiss, turning to look at Reiner with a little smile.

"C'mere." You're getting a tipsy sloppy kiss from the thirty year old too, Reiner.

[warrioreidlos]

"Hmm, you c'mere" Reiner abandons his bottle of beer, reaching over to grab hold of Marco. His broad hands go to his thighs, and he bodily hauls him over onto his lap. Marco might be a pretty solidly build guy, but Reiner has bench pressed things heavier than him. Getting a slightly drunk and pliable Marco over onto his lap isn't all too hard.

His hands remain spread out against his grubby jeans, nearly spanning the entire width of his thighs. With Marco on his lap, he needs to look up at him, which is hardly an unpleasant sight. Squeezing his thighs for a moment, he then leans in to bridge the gap, pressing a kiss to his lip that is certainly a lot less chaste than Bertolt and Marco's kisses had been. He's always been the bulling straight ahead kinda type.

i like that like. all my icons are making out with jean.....

[pyred]

Chalk that up to things Marco wasn't expecting to like as much as he did. Reiner hauling him over the short space makes his stomach flip and his breath catch, especially since - well, Marco isn't small. He's six-foot, even if he's shorter than Reiner and Bertolt. So to have someone solidly able to drag him like he's - not quite a feather, but lighter than that, is pretty interesting.

More interesting is the way that he straddles himself in Reiner's lap - jesus christ, he'd practically be forced into contortions if he tried to keep his knees touching the ground. As it is, he slumps a little bit against Reiner when the other man leans in to kiss him, raising his hands to grip at those broad shoulders.

Holy cow, Reiner has huge hands. Not that he hasn't noticed that before, but it's definitely up close and personal. It makes Marco give a small groan when Reiner kisses him deeply.

Marco opens his mouth easily for said kiss, the bitter taste of beer strong on Reiner's tongue but he doesn't mind that. He's been drinking the same stuff, after all.

alla mine are the reiberts. so many reiberts

[warrioreidlos]

With Marco placed properly on his lap, Reiner allows his hands to roam, sliding one further up along his thigh until he can shamelessly squeeze his ass. He is, and always has been, an ass man. Bertolt in particular must recognize this particular move; god knows he has been subject to Reiner's hands wandering over his ass more time than anyone can count.

With one hand firmly grasping the buttocks, Reiner lets his other hand skim up Marco's back until he can rest it against the back of his neck, cupping his calloused palm and fingers around the highest knobs of his spine, pulling him a bit deeper into the kiss.

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[bertall]

Bertolt makes a sound of approval low in his throat as he watches Reiner grab and pull at Marco's flesh, painfully aware of what their freckled 'tutor' must be feeling. His best friend-slash-life partner always had a way with his hands, whether it be from a simple back rub to having his ass played with like that. However as much as the taller man would've enjoyed sitting back and watching, he couldn't neglect them (and himself) forever. It took a bit of maneuvering, but sure enough he manages to straddle Reiner's shins. Marco had his lap occupied, but that's one of the nice things about the blond; there was so much of him to cover.

"He's got a nice grip doesn't he, Marco?" Even with Reiner's hand in the way, Bertolt manages to press his lips against the side of Marco's neck while his hands wrap around to rub at his chest through his shirt. Reiner may be an ass man, but he made up for that by being a breast man. Marco wasn't as built as his best friend was, but that's fine with him. He was perfect the way he was.

After a few seconds, he drops his hands down to Marco's waist and squeezes. "I still have bruises right here from the other night when I was in his lap just like you. We could mark you like that," a beat, and then Bertolt presses his chest against his back to get at his ear and whisper, "if you want us to. If you don't, that's okay too. I-It's your first time with a guy, right?"

oh wait i have an arminmarcos

[pyred]

Marco has no objections to Reiner's hands on his ass. In fact, he makes a pleased noise - one that slips out into the kiss, a breathy moan, as his bottom is squeezed. It only gets better with Bertolt sitting behind him, wrapping his arms around his chest and rub there.

Jesus. He barely wants to pull away from that kiss to answer Bertolt, even though he feels he should be answering his questions. Being pressed between the two of them is even nicer than he'd ever imagined, when he'd imagined it.

He's not sure how much of the noises he's making he can actually blame on being tipsy.

He slides one of his arms around Reiner's neck, moving his other arm to reach back for Bertolt. He only draws away from the kiss when Bertolt asks if it's his first time.

It may not be a surprise that Marco shakes his head in answer to that. "No, marks are more than fine. It's not my first time, it's just.... it's been a while since I was with a guy. Or guys."

As in, before the apocalypse. Still, he rolls his hips encouragingly - rubbing up against both Reiner and Bertolt if he can manage it.

Re: oh wait i have an arminmarcos

[warrioreidlos]

"Sounds like it is time to change that then."

He lets Marco pull back, his hand mostly stilling against his ass, touching him a more idle way. "Got anything you are not into?" Cause he knows Bertolt and his limits, he knows where he can push and when he has to back off. Not so much for Marco though. And if there is something Marco is definitely not into, he'd rather know before going into it.

[bertall]

He finds himself nodding (and effectively nuzzling) against Marco's skin with a soft sound of agreement at Reiner's comment. It

"Whatever it is you don't want, just let us know." Bertolt moves his head to rest it on Marco's shoulder so he could easily look between him and Reiner. "Or if there's anything you really want..." It went without saying that Bertolt would try and oblige him. "Just be open with us, okay?"

[pyred]

Jeez, you expect Marco to remember his kinks when Bertolt's nuzzling up against his neck and he's on Reiner's lap. He gives a little noise, tilting his head a little as he thinks.

"I might be nice, but I don't let people do things I don't like," he gives a little chuckle. "Um... don't draw any blood? Beyond that I'll let you know if you're doing something I don't like." And while he might not have minded scratches before this, now any open wound could have the potential for infection so he didn't want to worry about that.

That said, he shifted forward a little to press a kiss to Reiner's neck. "I mean, I like leaving marks too, and I don't mind if you guys are... a little rough."

[warrioreidlos]

"Got it." Honestly, Reiner wasn't intending to make him bleed anyway. Not exactly his thing, and certainly not under the current circumstances. The risk of infection was too high, not just from the walkers, but in general as well. They might have scavenged up some meds, but it is hardly a well stocked pharmacy they got.

Stroking his fingers over Marco's neck, he then drops his hand down so he can slide it underneath his shirt, pushing up the fabric as he runs his hand up along his stomach. Grinning he leans in to kiss the side of Marco's neck. "Just don't leave anything that'll make Jean explode."

The guy didn't really deal all too well with all this homo stuff happening around him. Too bad, his loss really.

[bertall]

Bertolt nods again and pulls his head back so he could press a kiss to the nape of Marco's neck. "That's fine. It's never been our thing after we tried it when we were... What, twenty, twenty-one?" He remembers crying about it, that's for sure. And to Berwick of all people. At least they tried to find out what they liked early on.

Once Reiner pushes Marco's shirt up, Bertolt grabs it and tugs it off the rest of the way. Hey, look! Freckles! A whole bunch of them! While his best friend takes his neck, he traces his fingers from one freckle to the next until he's 'drawing' patterns on his shoulders.

"It might make him jealous too."

[pyred]

A whole bunch of freckles! Marco's not quite as tanned as Bertolt, but he more than makes up for it with the freckles that literally cover his shoulders, arms and back. Plus, there's no chance to feel self concious about it, not when Reiner is kissing his neck, and Bertolt is practically petting his shoulders.

He grips his hands a little tighter against them, wanting them closer. Then he splutters a little, shoulders shaking.

"I don't care - this isn't any of Jean's business!" he's not going to deny that Jean has some kind of weird possessive streak involving Marco, but it really isn't his business.

[warrioreidlos]

"You're right, it ain't." His lips skim over Marco's neck again, seeking his pulse and latching on when he finds it. His broad hands, meanwhile, slide down his body so he can rest them on his hips. Strong as he is, even his legs are going a little numb under the combined weight of both Marco and Bertolt, but he's not going to complain, not when he gets two gorgeous guys sitting on him. Why complain about getting extremely fortunate?

[bertall]

He laughs softly while he reaches down to cover Reiner's hand with one of his own and moves to kiss the opposite side of Marco's neck. "There's that feisty side I always thought you had." As much as he liked Marco's passive side, there was always something nice about being able to 'fire' someone up. "How do you want him, Reiner?"

[pyred]

Marco gives a little huff, that trails off into a little groan as Reiner and Bertolt work both sides of his neck. Still, he can't help adding his own two cents in when Bertolt asks Reiner how he wants him.

"Yeah, how do you want me?" He asks, his voice a little higher with the tease, and managing a slow roll of his hips down towards Reiner's.

[warrioreidlos]

Reiner's eyes lid for a moment when Marco rolls his hips down against his. The pressure has him breathing out on a soft sigh against the side of his neck, and he half wants to pull him closer against him, rolling his hips up against his.

Luckily, he's always been rather straightforward in what he wants, and he has no issues in voicing his thoughts. He strokes his fingers slowly over Marco's hips. "Wanna ride me?" His eyes flick away from Marco's face to meet Bertolt's over his shoulder. "I bet Bert wouldn't mind getting his mouth on you while you do. If you want."