The rain was the only thing between him and me. That, and maybe my nerves. Jean had never been the kind of guy of romantic gestures, let alone the fact that he was maybe just as nervous as I was as we ran home through the pouring rain.
"Why didn't we bring an umbrella?"
"You said it wouldn't rain today!"
He groaned, his feet dragging him through pools of water. I knew he felt sorry and I knew he thought that he had ruined our hang-out day in the park. Yet I didn't blame him for being soaked to the bone.
Jean's house was closest, so after fleeing for a lost cause we ended up soaking wet in Jean's garage, where we soon started peeling off our sodden clothes, fearing to catch a cold if we didn't.
Though once I only stood in merely a thin layer of cloth wrapped around my hips I caught him staring. "You do have clothes I can borrow, right?" I tried to keep up an act, like I didn't notice how his eyes were clearly checking me out.
"Ah, yeah of course!" Jean exclaimed, his voice breaking halfway through his answer which made me chuckle just slightly.
This kind of teasing had been going on for a while now, ever since the rather unplanned and awkward kiss at Eren's birthday party we had been quite on edge with each other. I'd never thought I was actually interested in Jean in more than a friendly way – yet he was embarrassed about it and labelled the topic as taboo.
I guess, guys and emotions just don't match up in any sense.
Jean returned soon after, actually bringing towels along too. "It's not much I can offer, but" He started, handing me a pile of clothes.
"As long as I can get myself into something dry I'm fine."
"We'll just put those in the dryer, should be done before you gotta go."
I smiled slightly, "There's no rush though, besides it looks like it will go on like this for a while and.."
"Well, if you would.. you know, like to stay over that's fine." In Jean's voice I could hear a hint of doubt, or that's what it sounded like to me. It made me, in return, slightly put down.
"Nah.. you know I'll just." I paused, figuring it would be rude to suddenly go back on my own words. "We'll see how things go, alright?"
Jean nodded in return, leaving me to getting dressed. Ironically enough Jean's clothes fit me rather well, well.. maybe his pants showed a little more ankle than usual. Yet it was warm, dry for that matter so it would do just fine.
After getting all our clothes in for a wash, Jean offered me something to drink which I kindly refused. I felt a little sick to the stomach. Being alone with Jean hadn't been the same as before in a long, terribly long time. I wondered if it was clear to him too that somehow things had changed. Sure, we were best friends. Yet, whenever we were alone – just the two of us together – some kind of tense atmosphere arose and made me really self-conscious.
I always wondered if he thought the exact same.
We wound up on the couch, Jean casually changing channels every now and then until he found something to his interest. Not much of the images before me caught my attention as much as my eyes would just wander off to the side – where Jean was sitting.
"Hey Jean?"
"Mhn?" His eyes wouldn't leave the screen, too focused. But I was happy with any kind of response.
I fidgeted slightly, playing with the hem of Jean's "The Supremes"-shirt and took a moment to count to ten. How was I going to speak up anyway? What was it that I wanted to say to him.. what I wanted him to know?
Surprisingly Jean noticed I was remarkably silent, as I would normally just rationally voice my thoughts. He made a face, seeming quite unsure himself.
"You okay Marco?" He asked and I felt a hand reach my shoulder, squeezing it lightly in a rather.. encouraging manner.
How many times did I need to tell him that I was really prone to such kindness.
Before I even realised my body had given the answer for me. My hand had grasped Jean's extended arm, using it as a mechanism to pull him in. His lips were soft, just how I remembered them. They were warm, smooth and linked to mine.
It wasn't anything forceful, yet I held his wrist tightly. It felt like minutes had passed by as soon as I dared to face Jean and pull away from him. I knew I was blushing, I could practically feel my cheeks burning up rapidly.
"Ehm.. sorry about that.."
"Sorry? Are you kidding me?" I could hear him shift, I wasn't brave enough to check whether he was backing off or.. "You just.. You always go back on your actions, y'know? It's annoying!"
In confusion I finally cocked my head towards him, trying not to look too shaken by his sudden raise in volume. He was close, the expression on his face rather.. I couldn't even distinguish that look on his face as I'd never seen him like that.
"You know Marco. You really should stop giving me the wrong idea, I mean.. Just quit playing around if you're not serious about this."
My head was spinning, not prepared for something like that at all. He was even slightly blushing as he said that and it.. it just got me by surprise.
It took me a moment to actually formulate words and sentences properly. He was waiting for some kind of answer, waiting rather impatiently as he made a disapproving "Tch!" sound and out of the blue collided into me.
With his full weight he got me pinned down on the couch. Surely something about that kiss had made something snap inside of Jean, but I read it like some sort of anger.
Less was true.
"Jean.. what's the meaning of th-mnh!" But I would never be able to finish that sentence. He cut me off right there with his lips claiming mine. His way of kissing me was way different than the small peck I allowed myself to give him.
He was forceful in a sense, but not the kind where I panicked. It did make me dizzy though. A hand found my cheek, while mine disappeared into his hair. Suddenly our bodies spoke the same language, surprisingly.
Jean, being unlucky in love as long as I could remember, was surprisingly skilled. He drew a sudden moan from me with a teasing nibble on my bottom lip. It was a strategy, because the moment my mouth opened to let any kind of sound out he attacked.
He was.. really good with his tongue.
Our tongues intertwined in my mouth as its meeting spot, and for a moment my mind sidetracked;
"What if he uses his tongue on me.. down there."
Shocked by my own thoughts he pulled back, pushing Jean away with my hand on his chest.
We both panted like mad dogs, eyes locked in the most intense gaze it made my heart burst out of my ribcage, metaphorically.
"Jean.." I started, my voice slightly slurred. "This is- You sure?"
"Isn't it a little too late for such a question Marco?"
"I know but- y'know if you're not into this then.. then I guess I'm fine with that too."
Jean snorted, but not the kind he would do whenever Eren would say something stupid. This one was new, with a raw edge to it as he loomed back over me. "It's not a matter of being okay with this, it's about you dropping the charades and be honest.."
I let a breathless "Shit." escape me. His lips were on my neck, starting its torture trail down from right below my ear. The sloppy sounds he made once he started made me wince. He left me immobilized, succumbing to the way his soft lips caressed my skin – his tongue trailing the surface.
He was on to me, in all the definitions of the phrase.
Jean grew rather confident with the.. positive feedback I presented him with. He grew cockier, moved faster. I didn't mind so, though. Even if I tried my body wouldn't allow me to lie, and if I played my cards right it might even grant me more than just the occasional fondling and sloppy make out.
"Is that a pole in your pants.. or are you just happy to see me?" In the way he uttered those words I could tell he was grinning. I scoffed, clearly he was talking about my erection. Well, it was sticking up and such and sometimes, as he moved his body lower, I could feel the tip of my cock brush against his torso.
"Are you going to make such lame jokes all the time?" I asked, making him look up – grinning.
"If that's what you want?"
"I'd.. rather have you not."
Jean chuckled huskily, causing me to shiver. "I thought it would loosen you up a little.."
Somehow he was right, that lame joke had made me less panicky. I let my lips curl up in a small smile. "I.. I guess."
We just laughed awkwardly for a while, until Jean spoke up again. "So eh, we better take care of that, right?"
I nodded, averting my gaze. We'd gotten in this situation so we might as well. Even the thought of it didn't scare me away as it was nothing much different than the times I would help myself.
It was remarkable how sober we felt about this, it put me at ease. He kissed me first, softly this time. Jean was gentle, pushing the shirt I wore up to reveal my abdomen. A chuckle came from him as he trailed the lines of my abs. "Unbelievable, you have so many freckles Marco." He mused, poking a few presumably.
"Yeah well, it seems like they multiply every day." I answered sheepishly, jolting under his ticklish touches.
"Maybe you earn a freckle every time you do something right?"
We exchanged smiles for a moment, but soon my expression tensed. He was heading down there. Once his hand cupped what I was saving under the fabric of Jean's loose sweatpants I couldn't help but whimper when he did.
As soon as my mind could progress the first touch Jean had gone ahead of me. Cold crept up my thighs, the pants now going past my knees. "Jean.." I called out, grasping his attention right away. He threw me a questioning look, I licked my lips before answering. "You.. feel it too right? Down there?"
Jean stared at me for a while, sighing softly as he sat up. I could clearly see it, the outlines of what was hiding underneath. I swallowed. "We're the same, aren't we?" Jean said, pulling his own bottoms down.
I laughed nervously, propping my upper body with my arms. "I guess we are." And he kissed me again, our eyes closed as we enjoyed the most of each other. In the midst of things I could feel Jean grind himself against me – crotches flush.
That was when it all started, the friction getting the better of me. I clawed at his back, trying to keep him close while he took the lead.
"Oh God, Jean.." I stammered, my voice shaking. This was way different than I was used to.. This was way different than jacking off. He seemed smitten with my response, his hips rolling against mine.
"Feels good, huh?"
I nodded, head dipping back just slightly and Jean took advantage of that immediately – ravishing my neck hungrily. He teased me, slowing down in his tracks. In my turn, and at the same time in slight way of revenge, I got my hands on his ass – giving his cheeks a squeeze.
"F-Fuck Marco!" Jean exclaimed, was he really that surprised I could pull off something like that? Well he couldn't expect me to be the virgin Mary either since we were both seventeen and pretty much hormonal brats.
The more Jean grinded his hips into me the more impatient I became. He noticed it right away the way I stared him down. "Easy tiger." He mused right back at me.
"Don't.. think I can wait much longer Jean." I moaned, my body moving up against him. Luckily he didn't leave me hanging. He pulled me up, our legs tangling awkwardly to find just the right position. I knew we weren't doing anything too advanced yet seeing we were both very new to this.
Before I could even process and get used to this new position, even more with Jean's hand around my cock. I didn't know how but he had our underwear removed before I even realized.
"Ugh.. Like this?" Jean asked, his voice rough. Both his hands were put to work, our shafts closely pressed together – granting them no such thing as space between his hands. I could only nod, nod and moan his name.
I wanted him to know how good this felt, but I was sure he knew.. Oh he knew very, very well.
We both craved our release, and I could even feel my hips move along into the friction. It was a mess; frantic movements, my body started feeling quite sore through it all.
But we kept going, my hands cupped around his as he'd sped up the pace. "O-Oh God.. Jean.. keep going.." I pleaded, not wanting this to end as much as I wanted to just climax right away. I wanted to see how Jean would look when he would lose himself, how he would shiver and moan.. come in my hands..
Our lips met yet again, tongues swirling more naturally this time. One of my hands found its way in his hair, keeping him from pulling back. I noticed how Jean's breathing became rougher the closer we came to our climax. I thought that was utterly adorable for some reason.
Jean ended up being the first one to come, surprising me with the amount he ejaculated. As he leaned his forehead on my shoulder, not leaving me hanging so close to my peak. When I came I cried out his name, at the top of my lungs. In the bliss of our orgasmic high Jean and I shared some awkward laughs and punches, it was hard to believe we'd actually done such a thing – to each other.
But it was alright, we finally understood. Jean didn't go back on his words and so did I. And as we snuggled back on the couch after, yet again getting our dirty laundry going, he told me he liked me.