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[BACK HIM/FUCK HIM]

Day 9: Heaven

After that incident, something just burst in me. I woke up the next morning with that energy I had never – And I'm very serious! – Never felt.

Maybe that all the obstacles we meet just make the challenge even better.

I want to shine, to go under the sun and cry to everyone my intentions.

Listen to Police – Every Breath You Take

I take my seat with Armin.

Far from the blackboard, far from Jean, and begin my little peeping game with the dude. Soon after the class begins, guess what? The guy turns around and gazes at me with his troubled face. It seems he even murmurs things to himself while he watches me.

Or maybe he is sending me a message… What is he…? If only I could read on lips…

But he stops moving his mouth and our little dance of gazes continues. Each time I look at him with insistence, it's like if he could feel it and he turns to me.

But right before the end of the period, a mad idea just blossoms in my mind and I take my pen in my right hand, under the eyes of Jean, still far away, and plays with the top of the pen, making slow movements with my palm, as if I was jerking off someone.

Mass effect: the French guy seems really troubled by what I just did and I can see his back covered by a small wet smear.

Are you just aroused so hard Jean that you can't retain your sweat, my dear?

"Hum, Eren?"

I stop my oddly~oddly moves… Armin doesn't know how to take what he just saw it seems.

"Oh… My pen just needs some hugs… Usual stuff." I mumble, perfectly knowing that it was like the worst excuse ever heard but…

And as a victory smile crosses my face, I can see Annie, at few seats from mine, watching me.

I don't give a fuck about her. Even with her ferocious eyes and her jaguar look she can't control me. So I turn my head to my paper, suddenly getting another great idea.

I tear up a little piece of paper and write with a neutral writing those words – after some reflections of course:

Je te veux Jean, je n'en peux plus…*

And when the period finally ends, I stand up, make my way to the teacher and fake a no understanding attitude with him, asking again an explanation about a point of the lesson. Of course, the trick works really well on this very young and boring teacher just out of his traineeships in Whater-lost-city-around.

And I can even feel the look of Jean in my back, this sensation is just thrilling and I don't retain some random movements with my body while talking with the teacher, even slowly wiggling my butt.

And when he looks somewhere else, I silently put the paper on his desk, ninja mode.

Hope that only Jean is watching at my arse.

Ten more minutes and the I give up, saying that I understood the explanations.

Well, I just understood nothing to the teacher's answers...

The good news is that beside, I understood something else:

I'm a slut.

Actually, I can be a slut for Jean, I just did something that would have repulsed me one year ago.

So yeah… Jean… you clearly mean something.

And to my great pleasure, all students except the French dude left now.

"Oh, you're waiting each other after the classes." The professor happily remarks. "How lovely…"

Me and Jean just stare at him blankly.

~Seriously?~

"I mean… I thought you were in concurrence in this kind of class, with the contests and everything…" He adds.

"Yeah…" I mumble.

And Jean murmurs something before leaving with me:

"Enculé…"**

NOTE

* : (I want you, I can't bear it anymore...)

** : Could be traduced by an equivalent : Asshole... but means to recieve things in your ass in French...

I'm still chuckling for what just happened:

"You insulted him, right?" I ask to the sweating Jean besides me.

"Yes…"

I look at him, shoving hands in my pockets:

"I know you read my message…"

He still doesn't look at me, but I can see that a soft and red blush blends into his finely drawn cheeks.

"Hey, I'm fucking talking to you." I insist.

"Just let me, man!" He shouts. "Stop with your talking."

I shrug, smiling to his lost gaze.

As we are descending to the first floor of the building, he suddenly stops, before pushing me against the stair railing and finally he puts his two orbs into mine:

"After the biology work session… Wait me."

And he lets me go, filled with the humid and hot breath he blew on my face.

Next class, everyone is apparently sat with another student so I find myself standing alone, searching for a lonely comrade.

Jean is sat with Annie, they are really in a bad conflict if I'm judging well their expressions. Armin is with Sasha – eating her 10 am' breakfast – and Krista is calmly talking with Ymir in the corner of the room.

"Hey…" A voice calls me.

I did not expect this...

The mastodon. The blond mastodon I mean, slightly smiling. He waves at me and proposes a seat beside him. I don't hesitate, but feel that the guy could reserve some surprises.

"You're Braun, right?"

"Why everybody call me like that?" He says. "My name is Reiner!"

"Ok… I'll remember."

"Anyway, you seemed really alone so…"

"Thanks man." I answer, noticing how is eyes were small and in certain way; biting.

"And you are Eren? The guy that follows Jean everywhere…"

"What?" I jolt.

"Come on, I think a bunch of persons know that…"

I swallow hard, frowning and rubbing my hair.

"I'm kind of shy… And… I want to have more friends here."

Reiner laughs and knocks on my shoulder:

"You should choose your friends carefully Eren… This guy is not good…"

"Why?"

"It's clear he isn't interested in you, or in whatever else than himself…"

"Sasha thinks that too…" I mumble.

Indeed, he is maybe right; Jean will stay as that self-centered guy all his life… unless if I change some things in him...

"Anyway, I'll get him... if I persist." I proudly say.

"Don't be pushy." Reiner warns. "It leads to nothing. Plus he might definitely reject you…"

"He talks with me… but when the others are far… And mostly when his girl is not around."

"Annie, hum?" Reiner murmurs, like hiding himself from a spy somewhere.

"Yes."

"That girl is very possessive. Just look at them!"

And I follow his look, until I see the odd couple in the fore front, still in a kind of argument.

"School is like a reality shows; you know…"Reiner whispers. "It's all about friendships, romance, betrayals, trust things and all this shit."

"You seem to be really above everything here… Isn't that a kind of arrogant?"

"Maybe." He shrugs. "But still, you can't deny that."

"And what should I do to make Jean my friend?" I ask.

He smiles at me:

"Talk about sex… That's what all guys do: they talk about sex. And principally when they have girlfriends… They compare each other experiences… even each other sizes…" And he chuckles. "I've heard that Jean had a small dick…"

That pervy smile Reiner has.

I pause.

"Well I will check that soon…" I mumble.

"Eh?" Reiner was apparently absorbed in his thoughts. "What did you say?"

"Something…"

Reiner then solemny says:

"People in general are susceptible to flattery and have the need for contact with other people. I don't care if you are gay, straight, or bi; there is a need to be with other human beings. Men like to be felt needed and appreciated too, and with a lot of men their sex drive can overtake them...I suppose Jean is like that... And just like me, he likes flattery..."

What he just says is really catching my mind...

"I know you just want more than a friendship with that guy... It's obvious..." He adds. "But you should be carefull...Just my advice... This brat won't please you in return I think."

Yeah, Braun, you're full of surprises...

Now I just can't wait the end of that bloody biology work session. As last week, I sit next to Jean and we make some manipulations together.

He doesn't hesitate to put his foot on mine most of the time, like to impose himself, and even presses on it. Smiling, I slightly moan each time he plays like that. Our little games just get crazier as the end of the period approaches. And soon, our biology teacher tells us to tidy up the room before leaving us – me and Jean – alone in the white void.

He then makes some steps to the right corner and seems to wait for me.

I walk to him, feeling an awkward link between us. He is trembling and stares blankly at me, not knowing what to do. I approach even more, at few steps from him. He is just ten centimeters taller than me and my mouth arrives at the high of his chin.

And he whispers:

"Don't tell anyone."

Before pushing me on a wall and licking my neck in a fast and uncontrolled move. His passion fills me, spreads into all my body. He bites on my skin, licks again and pumps the flesh in his warm mouth, making some red marks everywhere he can. I can't retain my moans and sighs every second.

Then, he grabs my head and forces me to kneel down:

"Ever done a blowjob?" He asks, breathless.

I swallow hard; I was not expecting that, not even imagining this in my mind. I shake my head in no and he presses my nose against his crotch. I can clearly feel a bump where my mouth is still lying. Hesitantly, I undo the few buttons that separate me from my goal and Jean, too impatient, finally drops his pants down and his tight black boxer far enough so I can see the beast slowly arise.

No, Jean does not have a small one. Not at all... And it is still barely awake at the moment.

"Come on, suck on that ..." He murmurs with his deep and steamy voice.

The great shaft is quite impressive, and I look at it with a worried face. Is my mouth just enough for this? Stupid question but…

I slowly part my lips, open my mouth. My stomach is literally burning from the inside, as if I was about to do like the most exciting thing of my life… And my stomach could be right… My tongue lies on the tip of the shaft, excepting for a terrible taste. But it is just a strange and salty thing… No, not salty: bitter.

And I play with my tongue, remembering the images I saw in all those porn movies, still shy, tempting to adapt the size in the entrance of my mouth.

Now, I take all the tip of his penis on my palate, testing the flavor of it, of his manhood, asking for more, and caressing his balls with my right hand.

I can hear the groans, the complaints he makes and I smile, still his cock shoved in my mouth. Soon, the taste becomes a usual thing and I try to use my tongue more, turning it around the whole shaft.

"Ah… Merde… T'es bon…" Jean whispers, a cold sweat drop on his forehead.

And he lays his hands on my head, even trusting a little with his legs.

"Come on, you can suck better than that…" He says.

The blond guy from the video appears again in my mind. Yes... The movie is now real. I'm with Jean, kneeled down. I try everything to make him enjoy the moment, even rubbing his abs with my left hand and continuing to move back and forth on the cock. I begin to feel a strange fever, and his moves just arouse me even more, my heart goes mad.

And I suddenly press more on his sex, making his head fling back and him cry:

"Ah, putain… Je vais…"

And he pulls my head off his member, before I take it in my hand, squinting eyes, and pumps the last forces he has with my wet fingers:

"Ah! FUCK!" He cries out, wincing and struggling with all his body.

And some white trails just burst out his cock and land on my cheeks, my nose, and even the last one on my mouth.

He cries some insults again, dying from pleasure, trying to find a cooler respiration, and finally, he lets my head free and slowly pulls his underwear and jeans up.

He makes few steps, flickering in the white void of the experimental room, leaving me to the ground, on my knees. The door closes behind him. My mouth is still filled with the lingering taste of his cock.

I catch a small drop of sperm that would have fallen on the ground with my finger and lick on it shyly.

Something in me suddenly rises.

...

Heaven maybe...

I have...

The seed of this guy in my mouth.

END OF THE NINTH DAY

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