"Don't you think Mr. Rivaille is odd? I hate when he looks at us like that. What a pedo. His eyes just stare into my soul." Jean scoffed, the steady rhythm of our feet on the ground being the only other sound as we neared my neighborhood.
"I don't think he'd want to save your grade after all if he heard you saying that. You want to turn that D into an A after all, right?" I smirked, stressing the letter D. Seeing Jean get all flustered was priceless.
"Would you stop with the dick jokes? My god.." I could have sworn I saw him blush.
"Aww, you're blushing!" I laughed, pointing at his cheeks. "I didn't know you felt that way about him... How adorable." I smirked, stopping to admire how blushy Jean was.
"I don't. I think he sucks. Can we just drop it and start this French tutoring bullshit?" He asked impatiently, starting towards the front door of the house. Another thing I'd learned about him after numerous occurrences of trial and error? Push his buttons and he'd become a bitch. A man-bitch. It was pretty funny. Sometimes I joked about him being 'on the rag'.
"Fine. Don't get pissy with me, Kirschtein. I'm your teacher now. Wanna see how fast I can turn into a psychotic tutor who's even worse than Levi? Don't force me to make you regret coming here. I know you hate me, but if you want to save your grade, you'll get over it." I scolded him as I tried to fight back a smirk, and unlocked the door. I walked in to find an empty house. Where was Mikasa? Maybe she was up in her room. I didn't like to admit it, but I worried about her and she worried about me just as much. In a brotherly-sisterly non-creepy way of course. After all, we were the only people each other had.
I walked over to the refrigerator and found a note. It read, "Eren, I went over to Annie's for a while. Call me if you need anything, alright? -Mikasa." Annie was a strange girl who had advanced classes at school. She hardly ever spoke to anyone, but she met my sister and deemed her worthy to talk to. Mikasa and Annie were alike in their own ways - both odd and quiet, but a power duo nonetheless. Jean wouldn't know who Annie was anyway, because she was way out of his intellectual and mental leagues.
"Ooh la la, who's Annie? Is she a special someone?" Jean peered over my shoulders and I could feel his breath on my neck. Jean and I were alone. In my house. Not that Mikasa would dare to bother us, but the fact that we were here in isolation was pleasing. I could finally think without people buzzing around me all the time. I didn't have to show off anymore.
"Quit doing that, you nosebag.." I muttered. Was that the feeling of hairs standing up on my neck because of how close he was?
"Why? I'm intrigued. Who is this Annie? Is your sister gay?" He smirked.
"I don't know if she's gay. Why would I want to? That's her business.." I set the note on the table and turned around to face Jean who was surprisingly even closer to me."Would you stop doing that? Creeper..." I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away and onto the fridge.
"Feisty. I like it, Jaeger." Of course, he replied with that stupidly smug look.
A new energy settled in the air around us. Again, the fact that we were alone lingered in the back of my mind. "We can put French off till next week. It's the weekend. Rivaille can kiss my ass." Jean chuckled and advanced on me until my ass hit the table.
"W-What are you doing, Jean?" I stuttered.
"Oh, just a little of this.." He whispered, nibbling my ear. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?" He sang the corny lyrics to that Christina Aguleira song. What was I supposed to do? I stood there awkwardly, my hands on his shoulders, just getting used to the feeling of his warm breaths on my neck.
"Jean.. I'm not gay..." I latched onto his arms. Out of all the things I could have said, I chose to tell him I wasn't gay. Not only was it a fight-or-flight response, it was complete bullshit to boot. God damn it, Eren. Why couldn't you have just kissed him?
"Cut the shit, Jaeger. We all know that's a big white lie." He chuckled. "And if you're sure you're not gay, why did you just cop a feel?"
All Jean could do was smile as he left me in the kitchen with my little problem. He walked into the living room and flipped the TV on, resting his feet on the expensive coffee table like an ass. I guess it was my fault. The fact that Jean and I were alone must have turned me on, and the way he put his hands on me... Never mind. I stormed into the room, erection still present as ever in my pants.
"G-God, it was a hateboner. I swear. Don't ever pull any stunt like that ever again.." Jesus, I was really acting like a fool. I could barely get my words out. I was frustrated. I couldn't even make eye contact with the boy who was the object of my desire-err, I mean frustration.
"Oh puh-lease, Jaeger. You're fucking pathetic." He smirked and laughed at the way I stood there, helpless.
"Please don't tell anyone, Jean. I beg of you." I whined. Fuck, now I was desperate.
"Score for Kirschtein. Now I have something I can use against you. You humiliated me in French class today, and this is your payback. Karma's a bitch, and she happened to make an appearance through your cock." Jean laughed and pointed at the tent in my pants. WHY WAS I STILL HARD?
"Know what? I'm tempted to take a picture of you with that pathetic look on your face and your hard-on, and send it to everyone I know. That means Connie, Sasha, Marco, and the rest of those mother fuckers. And I hope it gets around to Levi." He quickly took his phone out of his pocket and was about to start recording until I grabbed his hand and pinned him onto the couch. We struggled and struggled to get our hands on his phone.
"If you break my phone, I fucking swear, Eren-"
"Nghh!"
"SHIT, IT'S STUCK!" The phone fell through the crack in the couch and Jean tried as hard as he could to pry it out.
Right at that moment, Mikasa walked in. Fuck my life in it's tight virgin ass.
"Eren, Jean... I don't even want to know. Finish whatever you might be doing and, just.. See you later." I could tell she was absolutely, positively mortified. The slamming of the door reverberated through the living room. It would probably be weeks until I finally mustered up the courage to explain what happened. Even then, Mikasa probably wouldn't believe me. Well, it could have been worse. Someone who couldn't be trusted might have walked in to see me writhing on Jean's body like a deprived, sex-hungry fool. And I was the complete opposite, right? ..Right?