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The next few days Tino worked hard, trying not to think about that kiss. He didn't know why Berwald did it, maybe he was buzzed and felt like it. But Berwald could hold his liquor, a few beers wouldn't do anything. He was surprised enough to be petted, that did feel nice. The kiss was nice too, if Tino thought about it.
Which he was trying really hard not to.
Berwald didn't act any different. He still relaxed with Tino when they had time, still worked and lived his life. Tino did his damn best not blushing around him, or stare at the mans' lips when they chatted. His dreams were now regularly being filled with the man in those damn red briefs, Tino honestly amazed with his imagination and hormones with how realistic dream Berwald was, how realistic the kissing and sex felt in his mind.
After a week of that Tino decided to find time to get laid. On his days off he went to bars and a regular club. He was great at conversing with strangers, and he was handsome or cute enough to get a few interested strangers. Tino chatted happily and drank, not having much luck for a while.
He did hit it off with a cute girl one night that kept rubbing his thigh, and after a few more drinks and several kisses he drove her to her apartment and shared a bed. The sex was good, Tino warning her that he did have a lot of stamina. She didn't seem to mind, Tino guiding her to several orgasms before he finished off. He was still up, literally, for more, and the girl managed one more long round before calling it a night. Tino didn't mind, rubbing aches away while they dozed. His stamina was always a big issue with partners, a few boyfriends and girlfriends broke up with him because of it. They couldn't keep up, or accused him of not being fully attracted to them and causing it.
The next day Tino spent a few hours with the girl relaxing before leaving to get ready for work, the girl giving him her number if he wanted another night.
"You look tired and refreshed," Elizaveta said when Tino came in, typing some information on a computer as he clocked in.
"I had a fun night" Tino shrugged, looking over a few charts and seeing who was in at the moment.
"Was she cute?" Elizaveta asked, looking over a patient folder she was working on.
"Yeah," Tino hummed, going through the day easily.
He came home that night late, curiously finding Berwald sleeping on the couch in some jeans and a hoodie. The television was on, Berwald snoring lowly. Tino smiled, going over to wake his friend up. The man was a light sleeper, but did struggle with some insomnia. If he was sleeping like this he must have taken some medicine.
"Bear, come on" Tino said gently, nudging Berwald. Berwald opened his eyes slowly, giving a groan before managing to sit up. He covered his eyes, swaying a little.
"Let's get you to bed" Tino said, grabbing an arm. Berwald seemed out of it, giving a nod but not moving. A few more words and tugs got Berwald up on his feet, Tino leading him to the bed. Berwald's room was neat and organized, Tino guiding the big man. Berwald grumbled a bit, Tino finding the man some pajamas.
Berwald worked on undressing, Tino biting his lip as more was revealed. Berwald wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie, and he had on some boxer briefs under the jeans. They were a dark red, Tino forcing himself not to stare. He handed Berwald the pajama bottoms, the man getting them on with some struggle. Tino could see Berwald's eyes drooping, helping him in bed before he just passed out on the floor.
"Goodnight bear" Tino said, Berwald grumbling something, "what?"
"Ya...di'nt come home '' Berwald managed out, focusing as hard as he could.
"I went out last night," Tino explained.
"Nn...found a girl?" Berwald asked, eyes fluttering closed.
"I don't kiss and tell, but yeah" Tino snorted, Berwald adjusting himself.
"Hmm…'ope she w's able ta keep up' 'Berwald grunted, "ya take ferever ta cum" and with that Berwald was out, snoring on.
Tino was frozen, wondering how Berwald knew. The only people that knew of his stamina were his partners, he never bragged about it to anyone. He tried to nudge Berwald to get an answer, but whatever medicine the man had in his system kept him sleeping, or letting him wake enough to smack Tino away and growling.
Tino let him be, spending a good part of the night wondering how the man knew, and how to ask him about it the next day.
Tino woke up around noon, getting ready quickly. He got into his scrubs after a quick shower, finding Berwald cooking in the kitchen. The man was still wearing the pajama bottoms from last night, and a hoodie. He looked to be prepping some meat he must have bought before, getting them ready for future meals.
"Morning" Tino said, walking past him to get a drink. Berwald grunted hello back, Tino fiddling with his soda can.
"So uh...bear?" Tino asked carefully, sitting on a stool they had against the kitchen counter. Berwald glanced at him to show he was listening, "do you...remember last night?"
Berwald's hands that were cutting off some fat off a chicken breast pause, confusion in the man's eyes.
"Took medicine, think I fell 'sleep on couch" Berwald said, "don' 'member movin' ta bed"
"I came home and got you to bed," Tino assured, the man nodding.
"Thank ya" Berwald said, going back to cleaning the meat. Tino didn't know how to continue, after a few minutes of silence just deciding to be frank.
"You...said some things, while half asleep" Tino said carefully, Berwald giving a small twitch.
"Oh?" the man asked, carefully cutting up the chicken into tender strips, "wha' I say?"
"You sounded upset that I was out the night before" Tino started, seeing Berwald's reaction. The man was still moving the knife, but was cutting slower.
"I worry," the man said.
"You also asked me if I found a girl, which I did confirm." Tino continued, getting a nod. Tino waited a few beats, "you, uh, commented on that too."
"Oh?" Berwald asked, stopping his cutting before he cut himself. His heart was beating rapidly, scared at what his sleeping self said.
"You hoped she was able to keep up, I...take forever to...you know," Tino said, swallowing nervously, watching his friend. Berwald looked to be not breathing, Tino growing worried, "bear?"
"did...I?" Berwald asked carefully.
"Yeah" Tino said, "I know you joke from time to time, but it sounded like...you knew from experience?" Berwald went to wash his hands, "which, I don't think I remember telling you about my...stamina"
"No, ya didn't," Berwald said, trying to think of how to get out of this. He knew this was a good chance to admit his relationship with drunk Tino, but he didn't want to. What would happen if he did? Would he lose Tino?
"Then...?" Tino asked.
"Carter" Berwald said, "Carter told m'"
Tino looked confused for a second, eyes widening. Carter had been Tino's boyfriend for his sophomore year of college, and Tino really tried not to remember him. He was a nice guy, he really was, but he just wasn't relationship material. He looked at other men, he would comment to Tino if a friend was cute or hot. Tino had dated him for a few months before ending it, after Carter had cheated on him with another friend of his. He did remember that Carter was really interested in Berwald, who didn't like him one bit.
"He told you about our sex life?" Tino asked.
"Yea'" Berwald said, "a few times" Berwald glanced at Tino, seeing the wheels turning.
He wasn't lying, carter did tell Berwald about Tino's sex life the few times Berwald was around him. He had been very detailed, always asking Berwald how he and Tino never did it living together. Berwald never mentioned that they have, several times.
Tino gave a frown, Berwald relaxing when Tino accepted that answer, nodding and chatting with Berwald a bit before heading to work. Berwald had the day off, so he did a few chores before relaxing.
He was in the middle of laundry when Mathias texted him, Berwald frowning.
Mathias: Boss called a training meeting in the dance studio, can I get a ride?
Berwald wanted to tell his friend no, but typed that he would be there soon. Normally Mathias got rides from the other dances for this stuff, if he texted Berwald it must mean that the others told him no. So he got into clean clothes and drove to Mathias' apartment, the man greeting him happily.
"D' ya jus' want me ta leave ya?" Berwald asked.
"If you can stay that would be great" Mathias said, "we usually go to Chilli's after, i can buy you lunch"
"'Kay" Berwald said, not minding. They parked in an available spot in downtown, walking along to a dance studio. The boss liked renting a room there for training. Berwald had planned on just window shopping while Mathias did his thing but once Arthur saw him he was told to join.
"We just need an extra muscle to counter the twinks" He said, Berwald sighing but nodding. Mathias sent him an apologetic look, Feliks hugging him happily. Berwald was partnered with Feliciano, one of the twins. They did a few stretches, Feli a bit hesitant at first. He was easy to scare, and Berwald was intimidating. But Berwald was gentle, going along with the others. Arthur used Alfred as his Partner, the muscle at first working to support the smaller ones.
"They are bulkier, but we don't want any more accidents" Arthur said, Alfred smiling as he supported Arthur's weight, the man's legs wrapped around his hips.
"It only happened because the idiot thought I could" Lovino huffed as he copied on Antonio, another manager.
"You swore you could" Feliciano pouted, Berwald holding him up easily.
"We can't keep doing routines that involve lifting with you two" Arthur sighed as he climbed off Alfred going to make sure everyone was doing it correctly. He nodded along, adjusting Mathias.
"He may be light but you still need to protect yourself from any sudden cramps" Arthur said. Mathias gave a nod and adjusted himself, Arthur ordering the twinks to carefully lean back. They all obeyed, Berwald adjusting his hold carefully. The training went on like that for the most part, Arthur making sure the more common moves for both kinds of strippers were being done correctly. Berwald followed along when needed to, Feli and Romano a bit amazed that the big man danced so easily with them. Berwald didn't really do much though, he just watched their performances so often he was good at knowing when to hold and when to move.
"He's good" Antonio hummed, next to Arthur watching Berwald.
"He's a good copier" Arthur corrected, "he isn't showing any interest in this"
"That can be covered with a mask, his eyes hold enough" Antonio smiled, Mathias and the others clapping along once the twins finished dancing with Berwald. Berwald shifted awkwardly, looking to his bosses. The Brit and the Spanish man held a similar smile, Berwald feeling like he stepped into some kind of trap.