Everything happened too quickly.
Push turned into shove and Eren turned out to be the one who threw the first punch. Jean retaliated quickly with a swift kick to Eren's gut. That was when the rain started to fall. They grabbed helplessly at each other's shirts, pathetically desperate to inflict some kind of pain to eachother as they knocked heads and kicked legs.
One of them tripped on seemingly nothing, and the mud felt unpleasantly sticky in Eren's hair. His fingers curled in the scruff on the back of Jean's neck and he roughly jerked his knee up and caught him in the groin. A strangled shout fell from his lips, and Jean pulled back his fist. It hit Eren's nose with a sickening crunch and he was sure his pained cry could be heard throughout the entire camp. It did nothing to stop them, really.
Eren pressed his fingertips to Jean's split lip, pinching until blood was gushing between his fingers. His mouth opened and every movement made a wet squelching sound. Water was pouring into his lungs, rain pelting his exposed skin until he was trembling. Jean knocked his head forward as Eren tugged and their foreheads collided.
Neither of them knew who kissed who, but suddenly all Eren could taste was rainwater, blood, and something that offhandedly reminded him of Jean. Their teeth clicked several times and they bit down on eachothers tongues. Eren was gurgling at this point, hardly able to breathe. Eren's fragile, broken fingers slid through the lighter section of Jean's hair as they kissed.
Eren felt the skin on his lip break and Jean tasted too sour. He pulled his knee up again and Jean forced him into the mud. He felt filthy, stomach aching in the reconigtion of swallowing mud.
He sputtered against Jean's lips, but he didn't seem to mind. His ears were ringing and all he could think of was Jean.
He kept choking and choking as more mud seeped through his clothes, and he vaguely wondered what would the others think if they saw him like this. The dangerous titan shifter pinned, locking lips with Kirschtein. The thought was dismissed when suddenly he was pulling away, looking as dissheveled as Eren felt.
He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes watering as more raindrops fell past his bruised cheeks. "Jean," He rasped, chest heaving as Jean's eyes raked over him. He sat up next, quickly pinning Eren's lips and looking pleased when the smaller male let out a pitiful whine.
"Gross," He sneered, letting go of one of his hands to smear some of the blood across Eren's lips with his thumb. He turned his head and spit somewhere to the left, no doubt trying to rid his mouth of the same tastes Eren has been dealing with this whole damn time.
He licked his lips, and all Eren could see was the mud smeared over his chin too. Eren ended up arching his hips, a low hiss rising from his through when Jean refused to let up on his grip. "Fuck, Jean," He practically keened and that was when Jean made his move.
Their mouthes were moving clumsily against eachother again, fast paced and desperate. Eren tried to recooporate, but his torn lips refused to move. Jean scoffed again, tearing away and standing up. "Learn to fuck off next time, Jaeger." And then he was gone.
Eren remained still, only moving until the last drop of rain fell. He sat up and immediately regretted it when a familiar ache rung through his bones. He reached up to touch his jaw and he gasped, jerking his hand back at the burning pain that accompanied it.
He brought his hands to his face again, rubbing furiously despite the sparking pain that seem to dance across his every nerve. He stood up, realized it was still dark, and retreated back to his cabin.
He and Jean couldn't look eachother in the eye after that.