The scream of music created a lull in Eren's ears. Watching, always watching, his eyes scanned the crowd the second he walked into Club Zsomnia. Two weeks passed since Eren first met Jean under the throbbing lights. They'd run into each other three times, falling into an easy routine of drinking and dancing, which started out heavier on the drinking together, but ended heavier on the dancing, though never once delved into the questions Eren really wanted to ask. Even he knew that showing up at the club whenever he could, just to see one guy sounded ridiculous. He should focus on his hair salon or buying a new set of design tools, but here he was instead. And surprisingly enough, he met Jean almost every time he came. Did that guy also come in order to meet Eren?
Tonight, he saw Jean at the bar, already nursing a beer, rather than out on the floor. Eren made a beeline for him and dropped into a stool, a giant grin splitting his face. "Jean! How come every time I come here you always look half way to drunk?" he called out in greeting with a clap to the other man's back. Jean winced, but shot back a grin in challenge.
"Eren. How come every time you come here, you look like a twelve year old going drinking for the first time?" Never mind that Eren always held his liquor better and that despite his wide eyes, he had a strapped torso that rippled with muscles every time he danced, whether with Jean or another stranger as he watched. And Jean always watched; couldn't help it.
Eren's eyes dropped down, an eyebrow quirked as he inspected himself, seeming to guess where Jean's thoughts traveled. He definitely didn't look like a twelve year old in that department and Jean knew it. Leveling a cocky grin at him, Eren ordered a drink before returning his attention back to the other man's captivating face. "At least I don't look like a horse."
"What?!" Red rushed all the way up Jean's ears before getting lost in the darker strands of his hair. He must have run his hands through it earlier because the short strands looked out of place and Eren wanted to run his hands through it to smooth them back, and not just because he did things like that for a living. "What the hell about me looks like a horse!?"
Humming low in his throat, Eren flicked his gaze over the other man's face. "Well, it's a bit long and your nose kinda does this thing that reminds me of a horse," Eren indicated with hand gestures. "So yeah, your face is basically a horse's." Except, it looked amazing like that and Eren wished Jean would grow his hair a little longer to frame his ears and the sharp cut of his eyes. As Eren inspected the other man's face, a thrill of intrigue ran through him. A flush had raced across Jean's cheekbones, turning it a pretty dark rose in the dim lights. Nice.
"Don't mess with me, dip shit! M-my face is gorgeous and nothing like a horse's!" Jean shouted back, not caring when they drew multiple eyes. It had become a regular occurrence, though it would suck if club security threw them out for starting a brawl. Sometimes it felt like they would, but just when the tension rose, Eren would always throw back his head and laugh, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes from the sheer force of it.
"Only someone as cocky as you would call yourself gorgeous," he guffawed. Reaching forward, he took a drink of Jean's beer even though his own drink arrived a second later. "But seriously, you'll turn into an alcoholic if you keep drinking like this."
Jean snatched his drink away, grip tight and his eyes sharp on the bar's shined surface instead of Eren's face. "Like you're one to talk."
Eren laughed back at that, accepting the words. Really, he knew best that he was being dishonest here, but he couldn't care less. The more time he spent around the mystery that was Jean, the more he wanted him. And it did help that he never once heard the name 'Marco' again. As much as he wanted to know who the name referred to, a part of him cheered to think it might never come up again. He could have Jean all to himself. If…if he could actually get Jean.
After minutes, or some amount of time that Eren wasn't paying attention to, Jean shifted nervously. "You've been staring way too long. What gives?"
What gave? Did Jean seriously not know why he stared with such heated eyes?All of a sudden, Eren decided that he couldn't stand the bitten back words any longer. He wouldn't hide what he felt about this guy he didn't even know the last name of. Damn it all to hell if there was another lover out there. He couldn't believe that Jean didn't feel this rising tension too, didn't want more than the close heat that dancing spawned between their bodies. He felt it. He wanted this right?
A faint smile playing along his lips, Eren leaned closer so that their breaths could mingle in the hot air. "I want to kiss you, Jean." The way he said the other man's name sounded like a plea and he knew it, used it. "Can I?"
Jean choked for a second, his eyes widened, but he never once looked away. The veil of hesitation snapped away in the span of a second; Jean made his decision, or maybe he made it a long time ago and only now decided to act. His hand came up to cup the side of Eren's face as he leaned the last of the distance between them. Eren's lips hit Jean's with untempered passion. He instantly licked along the other man's lips, asked entrance, and gained it. Their tongues moved together in a wild dance, neither trying to gain the upper hand. They didn't need to since the second Eren started the kiss, Jean answered it back with equal passion and abandon. His hand shifted from Eren's cheek, to his hair. The sharp pain of a yank finally broke their kiss, Eren pulling away only enough to pant against Jean's lips.
"I want you. I know you feel the same. Jean I…" he gasped, not even sure why these words kept bubbling out of him. God, he sounded like such an idiot. Jean moaned back though as he slipped off his stool to crowd closer, nearly into Eren's lap.
"Yes!" His single cry cut off any other thought that Eren tried to get out of his mouth. "I want you too. Now, before I…don't let me take this back. Take me home with you, Eren!" Jean shook on his legs for one second before Eren surged forward and grabbed his hand. There was so much strength in his grip that he feared his might break Jean's hand, but the other man just looked back at him with equal fierceness. He could probably drown in those eyes if he let himself.
Thirty minutes later, Eren shoved Jean through the entrance to his bedroom, not caring about the dirty laundry strewn over the floor. After a brief break from their kiss, Eren tossed aside his own graphic tee to add to the mess. Jean let out a faint sound, eyes raking down Eren's torso with a neediness that matched his eyes. All the way out of the club and the drive that was taken at far too great of a speed, the two men could hardly keep their hands off of each other. It felt like as soon as the dam broke, an entire river came rushing through. Eren needed Jean. He needed to push his hands against the stoic-looking, but thin shoulders, taste the sweat off his stomach, and trace the line of his spine while Jean moaned beneath him. He needed…
"Eren!" The insistent plea dragged Eren back out of his thoughts. Jean hooked a foot behind the stockier man's calf and propelled them together onto the bed. They landed in a heap, Eren not quite on top of Jean, looking dazed. He recovered in a second's time though and pushed himself up to properly take in the sight. That need still burned in Jean's eyes, spurring him on. He found his hands moving before he could stop himself, sliding under the edge of Jean's shirt to feel the line of hard muscles there.
"Picture gotten." His voice a low murmur, Eren let himself get lost in the feel of the other man's skin, but only for a second. Dragging his attention away, he met Jean's gaze. "So, how do you want to do this? Not sure if you have preferences about this kind of thing." Eren's own preferences tended to swing based on the situation, and really, he'd be happy to do anything with Jean at this point. The guy looked too damn hot with his ears and neck flushed, mouth open just slightly in a pant. Unable to help himself, he pressed a kiss to those lips before pulling back to tease his lower lip, not letting Jean get out a response.
When hands tangled in Eren's hair, he finally pulled away so Jean could gasp. "Don't care! You can…fuck me if you want!" He managed. The words sounded desperate and heated in the room and they gained an immediate response from Eren. He threw one leg over Jean in order to straddle him as a sound that could only be called a growl ripped itself from his throat.
"I definitely want to fuck you, Jean. You better be prepared!"
Jean turned his head to the side, but his answering moan spoke only of agreement. "I am!" Wrapping one leg around Eren's waist, he pulled the man closer so he could plant another heated kiss on his lips. This time, he got the upper hand and kept it until Eren shoved him back into the pillows. The hands that had wandered under his shirt before now shoved their way up with a rage that Jean thought would send the buttons flying for sure. Instead, the material just crinkled, straining against the position it had been forced into.
"Damn. Why do you have to wear all these buttons?!" Eren growled, realizing he couldn't pull the shirt off without ripping it or undoing each of the buttons. He fumbled, desperate to undo them quickly because he already liked what he saw.
Despite his rapid breath, Jean managed a shaky, but still cocky grin. "To make it harder for impatient guys like you. Jesus Christ, Eren!" He grasped Eren's hands to still them before pushing them away so he could fumble open the buttons himself. When the white edges of his shirt lay open, he held his hands there, still playing with the fabric while one of Eren's hands splayed against his stomach.
"Don't get nervous now…" The soft whisper melted something inside of Jean so that when Eren pushed his hands aside, he let him. While muscles rolled down Jean's body, not an inch of fat to him, he looked sharp and lean in comparison to Eren. His collar bone cut a line that mirrored his hips, sticking out just slightly from his jeans. Eren bent down to lick one of Jean's nipples, enjoying the yelp of surprise he received. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"
Jean raked a hand down Eren's back, scratching him in retaliation. "Just get on with it already!" Another grunt. "Damn cliche idiot."
Sporting his own cocky grin now, Eren pulled back to do just that. He wrestled Jean all the way out of his shirt, tossing it toward a chair near the bed, not sure if it made its mark or not. That could be dealt with later. He had more important things to do now, like popping the button of Jean's pants. Eren pulled his cock out, watching the red color already pooling at the tip. He gave it a few pumps while Jean's face came even more undone. Oh yes, he could definitely fuck this guy. Unable to wait any longer, Eren dragged Jean's pants and boxers away in one sweep to toss them in the opposite direction from his shirt. Now this was a good view.
Jean shivered in the sudden exposure to the cool air, the fan above them creating a breeze that felt wonderful and painful on his skin at the same time. For one half second, he almost crossed his legs in embarrassment, but Eren rested a hand on his thigh and he found himself parting them instead, offering a better view. Why? Because he wanted, no, needed this. His mind supplied the answer before he could even question it. Alcohol still buzzed in his brain, but even he knew better than to blame that for the way he grabbed Eren's hand, pulling it back to his cock so he could wrap those fingers around it again.
"Touch me." The two words hung in the air before they fell together again. The two of them licked and groped, touching and teasing like they hadn't touched another body in years. Eren was pumping Jean's cock in earnest now, leaving a mixture of bites and kisses down the other man's sides. Jean only twisted his body to offer up a better angle, especially when Eren bit down hard on the very edge of his right hipbone.
Jean still struggled for breath when he heard a drawer yank open, followed by the sound of rustling. He turned his head to watch Eren pull out a handful of condoms and a mostly empty bottle of lube. A second later, Eren cursed and kicked aside his own jeans and boxers, revealing his already very erect cock. Jean licked his lips slowly, said nothing when Eren squeezed lube onto his fingers.
"Ready?"
Humming in answer, Jean tensed before cool, wet fingers brushed against his entrance. Although light at first, the touch immediately intensified. Eren prodded a finger inside, moving slowly because the tight heat inside seemed hell-bent on pushing him back out. After managing to get two fingers inside with some extra lube, he pressed against the quivering muscles to see if he could somehow find more give. "Damn, you're tight…" Eren muttered against the inside of Jean's calf before pressing a kiss there.
Jean twisted underneath Eren, trying desperately to get used to the feeling of the other man's fingers inside of him. "I haven't done this in a while," he grunted back, then let out a cry as Eren moved higher to press kisses to the sensitive skin of his thigh. "God, I forgot how hard this is!"
"Oh." A while? If Eren didn't hear it himself, he'd half expect Jean to be a virgin. God, he didn't even know how he was supposed to shove his cock into such a tight space. And yet, heat pooled in his stomach as a thousand images flashed in his mind. The idea of a virgin Jean and his fingers prying a man like him open for the first time? Eren could dream of that forever. As he pressed a third finger inside, Jean threw back his head against the pillows, both eyes screwed shut so tight that he must have seen stars bursting everywhere. "Are you okay?"
After a second, Jean dragged in a shaky breath. "Y-yeah. Don't worry about it. Just…keep going, okay? I t-told you not to let me think!" His hands twisted in the sheets, retreated, then reached out to grasp one of Eren's. Jean stared right through the other man, his eyes nothing more than slits. "Keep going."
Brow furrowed in confusion, Eren hesitated for a second before he nodded. "Fine. But don't regret this later." Jean didn't answer and he knew it was on purpose, but he couldn't even guess what the man might be thinking. Maybe it didn't matter. Not right now anyway, when he had a gorgeous expanse of lean muscles stretched out and flushed pink beneath him. Eren shoved his fingers in deep, ignoring the way Jean cried out, his voice tinged with pain and passion. If he wanted to play that way, then this was just fine too.
Spending only a little while longer stretching out Jean's hole, Eren finally pulled out to fumble with a condom wrapper, pouring more lube on top for good measure. Even after all the preparation, Jean still looked so tight that Eren's cock wanted to burst just thinking about sliding inside. After a steadying breath, Eren rubbed himself against the other man's entrance. "Breathe." Then he was sliding inside, slow at first before landing himself all the way in with a single deep thrust.
"Eren!" Jean grasped at the sheets, his back arching off the bed as the cry ripped itself from his throat. He ground back, desperation clear in his eyes. Despite the almost painful tightness inside of him, Jean's cock leaked against his stomach, looking just as desperate as his eyes. Eren, entranced by the sight, flicked his thumb through the gathering precome, which earned another cry.
"J-Jean, you're so beautiful. Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck you so good," Eren managed to stammer out. Hitching one of the other man's legs into the crook of his arm, he started to move. Slow and deliberate at first, each deep thrust buried him all the way inside the other man. It wasn't enough though. He found himself forcing Jean's legs even further apart so he could pound into the delicious coil of nerves that had the other man crying out in nothing but pleasure now. Jean managed to find a matching rhythm as he pushed back, one hand flying up to grasp hard in Eren's hair.
"Y-yes! Just like that!" Jean gasped, tugging harder so that Eren gasped, face flushed red and his eyes smoldering gems. All the nerve endings in his body felt ready to explode and he didn't even know a single person could do that to him.
Together, they continued to roll their bodies, words and praise torn from their lips but barely reaching ears. Eren thought he might go insane from the heat blossoming across his entire body, like their friction might actually cause the sheets to burst into flames. When Jean started to gasp his name, Eren lost all sense of rhythm, just holding the other man down so he could wreck his body, not minding even when nails dug deep into his shoulders. "Jean, Jean! I'm gonna come!"
An answering groan. Jean squeezed his eyes shut. A second later when Eren buried himself as deep as he could, Jean's body spasmed around him. "Fuck, Eren!" White cum splashed between them and watching the flutter of Jean's eyelids, his gaze going hazy with bliss, Eren felt his own orgasm coil inside of his stomach. It took only a couple more thrusts before he came with the other man's name on his lips. Stars bursting around him and blood roaring, he collapsed to the side, sliding out of Jean more from coincidence than will. The action received a groan, but the sound was lost on Eren's ears and the haze settling inside of him.
When he woke again, Jean wasn't by his side, but the sound of the shower in the connected bathroom cooled any rising panic. For a minute, Eren listened to it as he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart, somehow still high even after this much time. Not that he was sure how much time did pass, since he hadn't even felt Jean get up. As he listened though, a strange sound filtered in past that of the running water. Eren strained his ears, not sure why his heart did an unsteady flip-flop even though his mind hadn't yet caught up with his ears.
Then a crash sounded, followed by a string of curses. "Fucking shit! Fuck, fuck! Why?!" The smack of flesh against the shower tiles sounded through the room. And there was that sound he'd heard, now echoed in every nuance of Jean's voice—crying. Not just little sniffly tears either. The raw, choked out sobs that made his curses hoarse sounded full of pain. Even the small, whimpering sounds that followed, almost lost to the gentle sound of water, spoke of nothing but distress.
A noise of answering pain pulled itself from Eren's throat before he could take stock of it. Numbly, though he was pretty sure he felt a lot of things right now, he swung his feet down to the floor. "Jean?" he called. His voice sounded hesitant though and he didn't know if it would be heard through the bathroom door, now shut and Eren suspected, locked. What the fuck? What the fuck?
"Go away!" The sharp words answered as soon as Eren rapped his knuckles against the white wood of the door. He hesitated, unable to stop the pain that continued to blossom in his chest. Which was really fucking stupid because he still barely knew Jean. Considered him just a friend and a crush and yet he thought they were beautiful after their one night together. Just what about it made Jean sound like Eren actually cut him in half?
"No way," Eren answered, the words surprisingly strong considering his messy feelings. Besides, this was his home. Where the fuck should he go? "Come out, Jean. Talk to me. Please?" The last word turned pleading as Eren rested his head against the door, eyes closing for a second until the sounds of the shower finally stopped. However, the angry thud of feet against the tiled floors spoke nothing of calmer storms. Eren barely had the chance to move out of the way before the bathroom door flung open and Jean barreled past him.
Already dressed in his jeans and partially buttoned shirt, the man looked ready to storm right out the room without a word. He'd even put his socks on already so Eren wouldn't have a chance to stop him, corner him while he tried to dress. Eren tried anyway. As Jean shoved past, he grabbed the man's wrist, yanking him around so he could look him in the eye. The sight that met him left Eren's heart dropping right back into his stomach.
Jaw clenched so tight it must hurt, Jean's face looked steeled for a war, so hard and sharp and closed off. His eyes though, they shone with every emotion that he tried to keep off of his face. Bright red from crying and rubbed until they looked puffed. Even though Eren expect it, he still reeled back from the pure intensity showing in those eyes. Anger rolled off of his tensed shoulders, hurt bright in the red color of his eyes, and fear, and hope, then a passion that returned for half a second before pure, unadulterated guilt shone in those eyes.
"Let me go." Spoken softly, the words didn't match Jean's earlier tone. Without thinking, Eren did as asked. He let his hand slip from Jean's arm and watched as he spun away, snatching up his boots before slamming past the bedroom door. Eren watched and didn't move a muscle to stop it. How could he? Not when it looked like he ripped Jean's heart out and threw it onto the floor. Again, that whispered name from two weeks before echoed in his head.
Marco.