Fantasy
"Let me guess: dreaming about Annie again?" Reiner stumbled across Bertolt's long form stretched out on the grass.
Bertolt flinched, keeping his eyes on the stars above. "No, of course not."
"You do like her, right? You can tell me." Reiner flopped on the grass beside him, and now Bertolt was sweating.
The truth was he'd been dreaming about Reiner to distract himself from the voyage Zeke had planned for tomorrow. But the mere fact that he was dreaming of Reiner…
Reiner leaned over and squinted. "I see you blushing – Bertl, you're really red!"
Bertolt squirmed. "I'm fine."
"You were thinking of Annie." Reiner punched his shoulder.
"No!"
"You protest too much."
"Reiner, I really wasn't, I swear. You're my best friend; I would tell you!" Bertolt pled, sitting up to look into his friend's sparkling blue eyes.
Reiner narrowed his eyes. "Would you?"
"Yes!" Bertolt's heart beat faster. He wondered if he should grab Reiner and kiss him now, before Zeke sent them back to Shinagashina. Embrace him and lose himself in Reiner for at least this night, show Reiner how much he loved him – every bulking muscle, his rugged face, from strong jaw to golden hair, his bleeding heart and desperate soul.
Or should he keep the kiss for later, like their promise of going home?
"Then what stars were you looking at?" Reiner lay back on the earth. "Teach me. You were always better at constellations."
Bertolt nestled against Reiner, longing to wrap his arms around his friend, who always acted strong but was slowly losing his mind.
His fantasy had to wait. To keep them alive.
As long as I haven't kissed him, our lives are unfinished.