December 2024 Drabble #2

Reinhardt/Balderich – lingerie; no prior relationship – Reinhardt is acting strange and Balderich finds out why.

Part 1 (This Part)

Part 2 (Patreon Link)

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Balderich frowns, head whipping around as he walks past the open door of the bar and sees Reinhardt of all people in there, helping the nervously giggling bar maids to righten a few tables and put up the stools for them to wipe the whole place down.

It’s not entirely uncommon for the guy to be helpful but…

“Wilhelm!” he barks and sees the other’s back stiffen before he swings around, smoothly dodging a hanging light. His hair had been made up in a pony tail but some blond strands have escaped the elastic and are hanging in his face.

He looks entirely too handsome to be a soldier in their battalion but that is neither here nor there. Balderich’s frown intensifies, his thumb hooking over his shoulder. “What are ya doin’ there, you big idiot? Go and hit the showers. I can smell you from here. We’re off in a few hours, so catch some sleep.”

Reinhardt, oddly enough flushes at that and hesitates but then puts on his customary broad smile and nods.

“Sure, sure. Coming.”

Balderich hangs back and waits for Reinhardt to stop saying his thanks and good-byes to the disappointed girls before finally getting out. His step falters almost imperceptibly as he sees Balderich standing there waiting for him.

He covers it with another broad smile and waves at him before starting to move toward the temporary shower facilities they put up for their stay in the village.

Balderich can say a lot of things about Reinhardt; a vast majority of them insanely flattering and some not so much… but shy and hesitant had never been among them.

There’s no other word for it, though, when Reinhardt notes that his superior officer has followed him. His blue eyes widen and his face slackens some. He looks like a kicked puppy.

“What are you…” he starts to ask, trails off uncertainly and gestures at the showers, abandoned now after the big rush of the other guys.

“I still need to clean myself too,” Balderich growls. “Just had a look around the premise to make sure nobody was making an ass outta themselves.” He jerks his head toward the lockers. “Go on.”

He has to admit that he is intrigued. Even more so when Reinhardt hesitates some more before looking like he’s resigned to some fate and going to the damn gallows as he finally turns to do as he’s been told.

Balderich doesn’t question it; just hangs back and slowly undresses himself while keeping a surreptitious eye on the unusually squirrelly Wilhelm.

What’s up is apparent soon enough as he unbuttons his camo patterned shirt and, after another long second of indecision, pulls up the undershirt underneath.

He’s wearing a bra, Balderich notes with his mouth going dry and his eyes going wide. Not just any bra. A lacey, sky blue thing that perfectly hugs his massive pecs as if they were the juiciest pair of tits.

Wilhelm very obviously doesn’t look at his boss. The silence stretches.