A/N: this is just a project that i'm working on. please do tell what you think.
in my veins
o. prologue;
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Eren doesn't know when it started.
Maybe it started on the recent party held at Ymir's, or maybe it happened way back at his own party. He remembers Jean's harsh kisses, his bitemarks (which are still on his skin, faint, but still there) and his touches. Though the haze he remembers kisses exchanged in Ymir's bathroom, his own basement and in the parking lot. More recent ones, also sober ones, were behind the school after classes when Mikasa and Armin were waiting for him.
One would think that they, who were always fighting, would never be more than rivals (frenemies, really) and yet they are more. So much more.
Eren doesn't know if it's just sexual attraction, or lust or even just pure need for release—but he doesn't care. They are behind the school yet again, Jean is pushing him in the wall, and their kiss is full of teeth and tongues—a battle for dominance. Eren loses himself in the heat and he wraps his arms around Jean's neck holding him down, not wanting to break off the kiss. They'll have to part soon—they need to breathe, even if it's just for a few seconds—their lips part and Jean looks down at Eren.
His cheeks are stained with a bright shade of red, those lips parted and he could see that sinful tongue that often makes him lose control. Jean slowly moves him hands from Eren's shoulders and dips a finger into his mouth. Watching him from behind his eyelashes, Eren grasps Jean's hand with his own and starts sucking. He twirls his tongue, coating Jean's finger with saliva and, oh fuck, how Jean wishes that Eren was sucking something else.
The bell rings, signaling the end of classes for today, and both know that Armin and Mikasa are waiting for Eren in front of the school. Jean pulls his finger out and slams his lips onto Eren's. Those eyes, not quite green and not quite blue but something in between, close and he pushes back with equal force. It's another bruising kiss, but that alright with them because they don't know another way.
Before getting a painful hard-on Jean breaks the kiss, pulling on Eren's hair—who let's out a small gasp of pain.
"…You should go now." Jean says while looking into oceanic eyes. "Mikasa and Armin are waiting for you. Probably."
Eren tries to stop panting and he wills the blush away, though the red won't leave his cheeks. "Yeah," he slowly slips past Jean and picks up his bag. "I probably should."
He leaves without saying bye, Jean doesn't say anything either. He stares at Eren's retiring figure and bends down to pick his own bag before going in opposite direction.
Eren doesn't know when it started. A few drunk kisses led them to this, what ever it was. Even though he didn't say anything, Eren knows that Jean will wait for him there, at same time tomorrow. He also knows that this is nothing more then friends with benefits.
He doesn't know since when he found horse—face attractive, but he wasn't complaining one bit.
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