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Chapter 1
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Jean isn't sure what's happening now. His whole intent was to call this Jaeger kid out on his big talk and knock him down a peg or two, but for some reason he wants to do more than just that. He wanted more interaction, he wants to see just how far he could push before things start to get physical between them.
The bell starts to go off, and somehow that cuts the tension, ends the argument that would have escalated between them. It surprises him just how physically drained out he is from just a small confrontation. All the same, he decides that maybe it is best to end it here and now.
"All right," he says. "Sorry about that. I'm not saying your ideas are wrong, let's just drop it."
He extends his hand as a peace offering, wonders for a good second or two if this annoying little dipshit will actually bite and take it. There's a moment of hesitation before Eren reaches out and lightly slaps it in a gesture of friendship.
"Yeah," he says. "I'm sorry too."
He walks off after, leaves Jean to watch after him for no more than half a second before he forces himself to rip his eyes away and try to focus on something else.
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He's not really conscious of why he's speaking so loudly. It's more instinctive than anything else, something forcing him to boast on his own prowess to get Eren's attention, make him remember that he's not the only one with a good amount of hot shot skills. Jean is just as good, maybe even better.
(He still can't forget the realization that Eren has enough skill to work their gear even when faulty. Sure, it had only been for a brief moment, but it's a brief moment that Marco won't shut up about still and dammit that pisses him off.)
"Okay, I know I'm good at that maneuver thing, but don't go about advertising it too much. I could to without all the extra rivals."
He sees Eren out of the corner of his eye. He's gritting his teeth and his brow is furrowed. It's only a matter of time before he calls out for his attention and he feels the oddest flutter in his stomach when it finally happens.
"Hey," he calls. "Jean."
Jean turns his head towards him and can't wait for what'll happen next.
"What is it Eren?" he asks.
He expects Eren to go on some tirade or other, because he always does. He expects a fight to escalate between them, because it always does. He expects Eren's eyes to ignite with the same kind of fiery tenacity that for some reason has become so addicting to watch spark up with life, and in the end, he figures that's exactly why he does what he does.
He never once anticipates that instead of any of that, whatever it is Eren was going to say to him, is lost in a sudden fit of laughter.
That annoyance that built up and showed beautifully melts into disbelief before splitting into hysterics. Jean feels his face flush and suddenly he's standing up and shouting.
"What?! What are you laughing at?!"
"I'm sorry," Eren struggles to say between his bouts of laughter. "It's just- Jean, you're face!"
A hand to his cheek, he feels the heat coming off from his skin, knows he has to be showing up red by now.
"My face?!" he demands.
"I've never seen a face look so damn funny before!"
Before he realizes it, he's up next to Eren, grabbing at his shirt and lifting him from his seat. The two stumble out into the middle of the tables, Eren grabbing onto Jean's vest in retaliation and they're both yelling stupidly about their clothes.
They both let go when Mikasa interferes.
Jean scoffs at the way she comes to Eren's aid, feels a slow burning irritation as she grabs his hand and moves it down to his side, still holding it even after it's been lowered, telepathically telling him something and still holding it, still holding it-
Still holding it.
Eren looks away, looking a bit ashamed.
And they're still holding hands.
Jean grabs a hold of Eren's shirt again. With probably a little more force than necessary.
"Dammit, you asshole!"
"Fuck you! I backed off!"
"Who cares?! I'm so fucking jealous!"
"What the hell are you even talking about?!"
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Jean watches Eren as he trains. He looks for the perfect moment to make a hilarious comment and throw him off entirely, once again proving how full of shit he really is. Unfortunately, there seems to be a slight misunderstanding to his motives.
"Should just tell him you love him already. Get it out of the way."
Jean scoffs and turns his attention from watching Eren to give Sasha a dirty look.
"Why don't you go find some more food to steal?"
It's such a weak insult that all Sasha does is give him a too large grin that forces him to stomp away.
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"You should have seen how pissed off he was, it was funny as hell. And you ever notice how weird his eyebrows are? Like, how do they even do that thing where they furrow up in the middle? Swear to god, the guy looks like he's fucking constipated all the time, who the hell does he think he is? Going around saying I have a funny looking face when his own damn face does shit like that? Right? Tell me I'm right."
He turns to look at his best friend for reassurance, and instead of giving him that Marco blinks once and breaks out into his own too large grin.
"Sasha's right, you should just tell him you love him already."
Feeling absolutely betrayed, Jean feels like he has every right to throw him from their bunk.
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He doesn't know how it got this far.
No, really. He doesn't know.
One minute, Jean is walking alone in the dark, past curfew, unable to sleep and the next he has his tongue shoved down Eren Jaeger's throat.
Well, maybe there's a little more to touch up on before that.
Jean walks along the barracks, with no particular destination in mind. The only thing he's conscious of is not getting caught with sneaking out of bed. There's no real reason behind him not being able to sleep, he's just unable. Simple as that. When he had snuck down from beside Marco, it looked as if he'd been the only one awake.
But apparently not because fuck his luck there he is walking around just as aimlessly as he is, why the hell is his life such shit?
"Hey! What the hell are you doing out here?!"
He doesn't yell, even annoyed like this he knows better than to do something that will definitely get him caught, but it's enough to startle Eren out of whatever train of thought he's been lost in and grab his attention. Much to Jean's pleasure, he looks just as irritated to see him.
"What the hell are you doing out here?"
Not liking his tone, Jean decides to mess around with him a little. With his hands on his hips, he does his best to make what he says as believable as possible.
"I was given special authority to secure the area around here. Make sure punks like you stick to curfew and write you up."
"That's such total bullshit."
"Is not."
"Then why are you in your sleep clothes?"
Jean's caught off guard. He's forgotten that he isn't in uniform.
"It's... more comfortable this way."
Eren is obviously not buying this.
"You're such an idiot."
Jean's eye twitches, his resolve already crumbling. He marches right up to him, towers over him and like many times before, grabs at his shirt. He means to tell him off for calling him an idiot, demand that he tell him why he's always every where he is, ask him why he's always nearby even when he's trying to find a moment alone, but he doesn't get the chance.
Eren goes for the defense right away, presses his hands against Jean's shoulders to push away, and this only has Jean pull him closer. Both hands fist into his shirt, he pulls hard enough to lift Eren off his feet, and he doesn't know who starts it, but their lips are connected and that becomes it's own battle.
Jean's mouth opens first, mostly out of instinct, and Eren rushes in. His tongue slides up next to Jean, and Jean not being one to be outdone, does the exact same. He pushes Eren back into his own mouth and attempts an invasion of his own.
It's messy and sloppy, and neither one of them has enough experience for a situation like this but it excites them both all the same.
Lips are bitten sharply and lapped over gently, teeth click, and their breathing quickens. One of them lets out a low moan, Jean hopes it isn't him, and it forces him to realize what's happening.
He pushes himself away, skids a few steps back and his eyes open in surprise (When had they even closed?). With his fingers to his lips, he looks to Eren who appears to be just as bewildered. It's quiet between them for only a split moment before without so much as looking at each other, they both turn right around to face where they had come from and hurry away.
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They don't interact much after, only when it's needed. Not even one of their fights arise between them.
Though Jean can't say that Eren's still not causing him problems. The bastard keeps popping up in his dreams, and that always leaves for an awkward morning next to Marco.
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Surprisingly, Eren's the one that gives the proposal.
"We're graduating, we're not gonna see each other again, why the hell not?"
Frankly, Jean agrees with it all the way. Because like Eren said, they're graduating, they're not going to see each other again, so why the hell not?
He won't lie either. Jean always imagined his first time to be with someone he's crushed on for a while, dated for awhile, in a bed of course, and maybe even after going out to dinner or some equally cheesy date. Not on the dusty floor of a supply room with some loud mouth little fucker who has a death wish.
They don't bother to undress completely. Buckles are undone and pushed to the side. Eren's shirt is lifted up high on his torso, only revealing the strong muscles on his stomach and one teasing nipple that barely peeks out from beneath the fabric. Their jackets are kept on and their pants are pushed down to where the belts on their thighs keep from them going any further. It's confining, a little uncomfortable, but it works for them.
With Eren's hands in his hair, Jeans pushes his legs as far as they can spread, nips and sucks all around his collarbone as he fingers the boy writing under him open.
"Damn, you're really tight right here. No wonder you're always so high strung."
"Can't you ever.. shut.. up?" Eren pants out. He bites his lip to restrain another loud moan that would have filled the room like the others before as Jean curls his fingers inside of him just right.
"You're one to talk," he relies and plants a small bite in the crook of his neck, drags out a small little groan and smirks. "All you've done is cry out like this, can't wait to see how high you'll scream when I actually start to fuck you."
"I'm gonna put that big ass mouth of yours to good use and fuck the shit out of it one day, I swear to god."
Jean licks a stripe up the side of his neck, get a shiver in return and mutters into his ear, "Looking forward to it. Tiny dick like that should be easy enough."
He can't hold in the laugh at Eren's expense, as he throws his head back again and grunts with annoyance.
"I hate you."
Jean's reply to this is to thrust his fingers even deeper, pulls them back slowly, and repeats over and over. Eren stuffs a fist into his mouth to keep his voice down. Jean keeps at it for longer than he should, he has to keep wetting his fingers to keep Eren's hole looking shiny and red.
Eventually, Eren grows impatient, and speeds things along the best way he knows.
"Fuck, Jean," Eren breathes out. "You must be even shittier in bed than I thought."
It takes Jean by surprise. He stops everything and levels up the best glare he can muster. It's almost a miracle that he isn't shouting, instead only asking, "The hell makes you say that now?"
"Why else are you taking so long?" His tone is breathy at best, but the mocking implications remain. "You obviously wanna get me off first so I can't complain about- ah, about how shit you were later."
Jean's fingers are still inside of Eren, barely pressing against that little spot that makes Eren shake and cry out the loudest and it's gives him a deep satisfaction of seeing Eren restrain himself from pushing down on his fingers for more.
"You really think that, Jaeger?" he asks.
Even on the brink of being a quivering mess, the challenging glint in Eren's eyes remain strong.
"Think you can prove me wrong?"
Jean's never really been one to back down from a challenge.
He has him on all fours. Eren's voice is hoarse and muffled as he bites into the arm of his jacket. Jeans holds onto his bare hips and thrusts into him. Their bare skin slaps together in a rhythmic pattern when it meets and the smell of sex grows strong in the confines of the room.
Eren bows his back, and moves a hand down to touch himself. The noises he makes grow louder, some are unable to be hidden despite the efforts he makes. He clenches around Jean, makes himself tighter and it roves to be the end all. Jean's fingers dig into his hips, he's bound to leave more than a few bruises, and he comes in stuttering spurts inside of Eren. He nearly collapses on top of him, it's only the slick sounds of Eren fisting himself that keeps him up, if only to help him get himself off.
He'd hate to think of what could be said about him finishing first, maybe by helping him climax himself it'll keep the wise cracks at bay.
He slips out of him, forces Eren to lean forward and flips him over onto his back. Eren's eyes are dark and heavy with lust, his head tips back and he bares his throat while moving his hand faster up and down his cock. Jean places a hand over Eren's and threads his free hand in Eren's hair. He presses their foreheads together, shares his breath with him, and moves to kiss him senseless, swallows up every little mewling noise Eren makes greedily and doesn't relent, only breaking away for air when his lungs start screaming for it.
Jean can swear he feels Eren's voice crack in the back of his throat when he finally cums.
They lay there panting for a good while, Jean right on top of Eren, their bodies pressed together, before Jean finally regains the energy to pull away to sit on his knees.
Despite his former expectations, Jean can say quite honestly that he doesn't regret his first time playing out like this. Right here, right now, looking down at Eren Jaeger sprawled out before him - sweaty, flushed, still panting, covered in his own cum and Jean's leaking out of his ass - he wants to remember this, keep it, and hold it for as long as he can.
Because who knows how long that will be; his life expectancy as a soldier isn't long, and Eren's is even shorter.
His teeth clench at remembering this, again. He'll go off to the Military Police. Eren's off to the Scouting Legion. They'll never see each other again. He'll never see Eren look like this again and there's a good chance
Eren might never look like this again any way.
"Yeah... What a total fucking waste."
Eren tilts his head at Jean's words, saying nothing but does have a question in his eyes. Jean ignores it in favor of setting himself straight.
He cleans himself off first and leaves before Eren. There's nothing more exchanged between them. It's both relieving and disappointing.
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