rocking (v.) move gently to and fro or from side to side.
bed (n.) a piece of furniture for sleep or rest, typically a framework with a mattress.
The two males were sitting before a laptop. A single window was open; a single moving picture of what one could only call a rocking bed was being shown.
Limited time sale on this exquisite top of the line bed! Only ten were ever made! Order them now before they're all sold out!
"Eren, look at me. I'm telling you this now. This is a bad idea."
"Jean, listen to me. Don't you understand this is actually an amazing idea?"
How Eren had stumbled upon this was by pure chance. Apparently, flashing ads attracted the brunette's eyes rather well, leading him to the most obscure places of the internet. This rather unique furniture store was one of them.
"Eren, no." Jean looked directly into his lover's eyes. This was the stupidest idea he had ever heard, period.
"Don't you get it, Jean?" It was Eren's turn to have a serious look on his face minus the sparkle in his eyes. "Can you even begin to imagine the crazy sex we could have on it? It'd be moving along with us."
Let's be honest. At this point, Eren's argument was slowly coming through to Jean. The potential of the bed kind of—"I get it. Let's buy it."
The grin that appeared on the shorter male's lips could've made the sun itself jealous.
They'd had the bed in their room for a month now. Needless to say, they'd had quite a few adventures in this bed now. At this point, cuddling on the bed while gently rocking with one another was their favourite thing to do other than a certain activity.
Right now though, Jean was lying on his side of the bed, happily snoozing away without his lover beside him. With each deep breath he took, the bed moved along with him in the slightest movement.
Slipping his work boots off, Eren crept into their shared room. Stripping down completely, he shuffled toward their new bed. Thanks to his tiredness of the day, he barely had his eyes open, easily overlooking the figure of his lover under their shared blankets.
Running his slender fingers through his tousled hair, he abruptly sat on the bed. This was when he realised he'd made a mistake. Everything seemed to slow down. His eyes widened. His side of the bed crashed down. A loud yell of, "What the fuck?!" echoed around the room as his lover was thrown up with the force of the sudden movement.
The moment Jean landed back on his bed, he looked like he had just gotten off of a rollercoaster. His jaw was hanging, his eyes glaring daggers into the brunette. "I swear to fuck. I'm going to kill you, Jaeger."
And with that, they tackled each other. What started off as half hearted wrestling eventually worked itself into a tangle of limbs around one another and lips pressed together. Muffled moans of each other's name could be heard between them as their tongues battled a dance of dominance. The bed beneath them rocked violently with each sudden movement they made. Fingers tugged at hair. Teeth nipped at skin. Bodies pushed against each other.
And just who said that rocking beds were a bad idea again?
a sudden author's note / So this whole crack-ish but thankfully not angst oneshot was inspired by a conversation I had on Kik. I'm writing this because I've taken a lifetime and a half to write a new chapter for Waver. My apologies to anyone that is waiting on a new chapter of Waver.
second author's note / I actually had to upload this twice because something weird happened the first time. Everything should be fixed now.