A Little Black Book
Summary: Small and wrapped in leather, filled with black ink. It looks so innocent and yet it's the source of so much trouble. Sequel to Origin Clash.
Because my muse demanded it.
Warning for: explicit sexual content, seriously.
A pair of lips, pressing against his own. Jean's lips. That knowledge sent a small thrill through him as his lips parted of their own accord. His tongue brushing against those lips just before they vanished and all he could hear was shouts from the other cadets.
Most yelling at Jean to run faster from a 'bitch' - their chosen name in that moment for Mikasa - as well as laughter as everyone else watched Mikasa chase Jean from the room and into the hallway.
They followed the spectacle as he sat there in his seat, pressing a finger to his lips in a next to empty classroom.
He had been unable to get the memory of Jean's lips on his out of his mind for more than a few minutes since that day. Since Jean had tripped forward and somehow managed to kiss him; he knew it hadn't been intentional though, and that made a small - very small - pang tear through his heart.
Eren bit his lip when he felt a familiar hardness between his thighs that had been present for the past few nights. He clenched his legs tighter, willing it to go away, but he always got hard whenever his mind turned to Jean lately. It was annoying - frustrating - that that irritable bastard could effect him so much.
To make matters worse Jean slept in the bed right above his own and unlike his own bed Jean's didn't creak at night. Clearly the other boy hadn't been effected so much by their kiss in the lecture hall. He slept like a damn baby.
He wished Mikasa had managed to give him more than one punch before Jean had - apparently - scrambled up a tree to escape her rage.
Just as the thought filtered through his mind he felt another pang, this time one of guilt. He remembered seeing the nasty bruise Jean had gotten from that one punch that very night, how he had wanted to go over and not only apologize for Mikasa, but also get some ice to keep the swelling down, make sure he kept the limb raised so it would heal faster. He had wanted to help him recover from the unwarranted attack on his person.
To press his fingers into the skin of Jean's thigh and massage the area around the bruise. To...
His cheeks grew warm as his mind wandered exactly to the sort of place he didn't want it. Eren shook his head firmly, trying to vanish the thought, but it continued to pester him. His penis felt even harder - if that was even possible.
He clamped his mouth around his hand to muffle the whimper as it escaped his throat, soon followed by a groan of frustration. Why did his mind have to torment him? For that matter; why did his body have to respond to his thoughts like this? How was he suppose to make it just stop?
Eren must have kept his mouth clamped around his hand for a full minute before reaching over his bed to fumble through a pack of his belongings. He drew out a small black book trapped between his fingers, along with a pen and rolled onto his stomach as he opened it to the first page.
The scratching of his pen on paper was the only noise in the barracks, except for the occasional snore from one of his companions, as he wrote the thought tormenting him onto the paper, sighing in relief when it was finally gone.
~ J ~
"Eren!" When he didn't hear his own name shouted back at him within the second Jean frowned, walking into the barracks. "Where the hell is that lunatic?"
The empty room didn't answer him, but he couldn't go back after only searching for the fellow cadet for only a minute. Not when Shadis had snapped at him to find Eren before the cadets began running through the forest as part of their endurance training. He suspected it would have to start without Eren though, and that he would be running with the idiot to catch up with everyone else when he did find him.
Why was he stuck with this task anyway? Jean sighed, a hand resting against his cheek as he surveyed the room, trying to figure out where else he might find Eren.
Oh, right. He had gotten paired with Connie for some hand-to-hand combat practice - something the idiot didn't take seriously, to the absolute maximum of not taking something seriously - and had gotten the blame for not doing the correct excerise. That was of course asumming Connie was demonstrating any of the exercises at the time while Jean had done his best to work with what he was given; which hadn't been enough evidently.
"Eren?" he repeated, figuring he would try one last time before moving on to the next place he would need to check. Jean paused in the doorway though when he noticed a lump in Eren's mattress. It wasn't large enough to be the person he was looking for, but without anyone else in the room it stuck out.
After checking no one was in the hall Jean walked back into the room, pushing the mattress up so he could retrieve the item that had been hidden beneath it. He couldn't stop from grinning when he saw it was a little black book. So Eren kept a journal? A chuckle escaped him at the thought and he sat down on the mattress he had just moved, flipping the book open to it's first page and began reading.
His fingers worked over the skin expertly, dragging a moan from the other man as he rubbed at his thighs. Glorious thighs, wound tight with muscle, thick. He leaned forward to bite into the flesh, humming in delight when the man let out a shout,
"Eren!"
He quickly let go of the flesh to press a kiss to the skin in apology - a fake apology - before the man could shove him away from his thighs. A mutter came from above him, as the man was clearly not fooled, but let it go. He continue to massage the thigh for awhile longer, before he moved one hand further up the skin, down along the inner thigh to wrap it around the man's cock.
A cursed gasp broke through the air and he grinned as he began to move his hand up and down the shaft. He manuvered himself so he was between those legs, those thighs; and looked up to meet Jean's eyes as he leaned forward to take the head of his penis into his mouth, sucking at the warm flesh.
Jean blinked, the laughter dying in his throat at having not found a journal, but a book of personally written erotica of all things. And the man Eren was doing all this to wasn't just some mysterious person, but it was him.
His mouth suddenly felt dry, his pants and the gear he wore too constraining.
Eren was having sexual fantasies about him. When had this started? Before or after that kiss? Which he still completely blamed on Armin, not that the blonde kid seemed to mind. To be honest though, he wasn't quite as mad about it as he pretended to be.
He had been thinking of what it would feel like to kiss that suicidal maniac again and a few other things. Not to mention the image that was drawn for him right in front of his eyes; now he was likely to start thinking about Eren on his knees, pleasuring him... and being a little rascal about it.
A groan slipped past his lips at the image and he forced himself to close the book for now. He could find it again and look through Eren's other fantasies later. Jean placed the book back under the mattress before walking out of the room, making his way toward the showers.
Eren could remain lost for a few more minutes as he took care of his own problem.
:p
