Don't Get the Wrong Idea, I Just Want Sex
Cielle's Amour
JeanSasha; Hints of other pairings

7. Potato Salad

Eight months passed since he and Sasha have broken their relationship. At the beginning of their separation, Jean went through varying stages of depression and loneliness. During the months that passed by, he played a MMORPG game, Attack on Titan, with Marco through GroupSpeak[1] with their guild daily. Jean talked to Marco during this time of dejection more than ever, but because his best friend went to a different university, it was harder to keep in touch. But as for summer break, they enjoyed playing games together, not caring for anything else at the moment.

It was an August day, sun blaring through his curtains; he was enjoying his summer vacation, grudging that it would be over and he would have to start his junior year with several dry upper-division classes.

Jean slammed a fist on the table next to his laptop keyboard. He pressed the 'shift' key to speak through to Marco, "Fuck this group! We keep wiping! This is why we shouldn't have partied up with PuGs!"[2]

Marco responded, "Well, everyone else in the guild didn't feel like doing this titan scenario…"

He scratched his head violently before slamming the button with a finger. "I know that! But we need that fuckin' achievement to get the +5 dex bonus!"

He growled in irritation and brutally gripped his mouse, hastily scrolling down his equipment screen to fix any broken gears. He couldn't believe these other party members; they kept dying over and over again, wasting his precious time when they could've already finished the scenario. It was a maximum party of five people: him, Marco, and three other PuGs.

Jean typed in party chat, "you fuckin scrubs, stop dying on us"

One of them retorted, "get off our back, dumbass, all youve been doing is talk shit at us"

Another one of them chatted, "srsly, your the one dying on us first. stupid ass motherfucker, go uninstall"

His right eye twitched. It was always his luck to get the worst people in his party—too incompetent to do anything. He didn't want to deal with them anymore; he spent an hour in this blasted party and they accomplished nothing, and he couldn't stand their guts anymore.

He spoke through the mic, "Marco, I'm just going to leave the party. Fuck these assholes."

His best friend responded with an "okay" and they both exited the party and the scenario, leaving their characters into open world. He sighed at the expenses and wasted items—there goes more of his gold.

He looked at the clock above his desk ticking slowly—5:45PM. His stomach grumbled painfully as he clutched it with an exasperated sigh. "Hey, I'm gonna log off for now, gonna get some food."

"Yah, no problem," Marco said, "I should go get some food too."

Jean logged off from the game and the GroupSpeak bar, tilting his head in frustration at the lost time. He lifted himself up from the chair and combed through his hair to make himself look somewhat presentable. He grabbed his wallet and briskly placed it in the back pocket of his jeans, as well as the keys to his apartment.

Warm summer air met him when he opened the door. The sun was still high up during this time of day and wouldn't go down until a few hours more. Looking at the bright light made him all the more weary though.

Every now and then, he would go back to thinking about Sasha. The day they had their last sex, he swore she said "I love you, too" to him, but perhaps he dreamt it. He desperately tried not to reflect on her though; when he saw her and Reiner holding hands to calculus class every week winter quarter, it made him feel like his chest would explode at any minute. He couldn't quite focus on school work as well as usual, and he socialized with people less so. It was an awful time for him.

He only felt moderately better when Marco introduced him to the new game, Attack on Titan, which released several months back. It was the one thing that distracted him, and in all truth, it did make him feel a whole lot better.

His bangs swayed in the wind as he walked to the closest sandwich place near his apartment. The area was almost empty; almost all of the students in the college town left back to their hometowns for the break. As he walked up to one of the stores, he spotted a figure that made his heart knot.

His eyes widened. Dark brown hair styled in a high ponytail was all too familiar for him, and his first instinct was to hide away from her sight. She stood in front of the entrance, flipping her cellphone open and shut, tapping her feet eagerly. After their winter quarter calculus class ended last year, they didn't see each other as much, and whenever they did, they looked at each other with awkward glances. He didn't want to end up in another uncomfortable situation.

He peered at her from a distance. She wasn't with Reiner and she was all alone. In fact, she looked tired and a bit strained; it was just a sudden urge, but Jean wanted to hug and comfort her more than anything else right now. But he knew that was a dumb idea.

Someone painfully slapped his back, running a jolt down his spine in shock. He twirled around, facing a shaven man grinning wildly at him. He raised his hand cheerfully. "Yo, Jean!"

Rubbing a hand on his bruised back, he scowled at him. "Connie…" He pointed angrily at him and scolded him with a voice louder than he intended, "Seriously! Just once, can you greet me like a normal person?"

The other sneered at him—the sort of face that made Jean want to punch him. "Geez, did your dick shrivel up or something from that small tap?" He really wanted to punch him.

"Well, did it?" Sasha came up from behind them nonchalantly, which almost made Jean's heart leap out in surprise. She tilted her head up towards him and smiled, her lips curling into a sweet grin. He felt his cheeks heat up and looked away from her, trying to regain his composure. After not seeing her for such a long time, all the old memories and feelings came rushing back to him. He felt oddly elated and his heart fluttered from seeing her so close again.

"What's wrong with you, Jeanie-boy! Your face is all red!" Connie had to ruin everything.

"Shut up!" The ashen-haired man lightly slapped the top of the other's head with the palm of his hand.

"Rude!" He yelled as he rubbed his head.

The girl lifted a hand to his head and rubbed it as well. "There, there, you idiot."

Connie slapped her hand away and glared at her. "Rude!"

They continued their idle banter and cheerful playing; this made Jean envious. He wished he was that honest with himself; perhaps if he was, he could've saved himself the trouble all those months back. He glanced back at Sasha, who was laughing and rubbing Connie's head even more vigorously. Why was she so cute to him right now?

Feminine hands grabbed his own. His heart skipped a beat. Her honey brown eyes made contact with him—staring at them made his head spin with sensations he tried to discard all those months ago. She laughed pleasantly while holding his hand, making his own lips turn upwards. Until his hand landed on Connie's stomach.

"See! Jean prays to the almighty Buddha as well!" She guided his hand to rub the shaven man's stomach in circles, while she chanted nonsensical sutras.

The shorter man slapped both their hands away in aggravation, but as soon as he did, Sasha's stomach growled loudly. Her best friend chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Come on, Sash. We're all hungry, let's go get somethin' to eat."

How did it end up like this?

After they bought their sandwiches, Connie demanded he see Jean's apartment since it was so close anyways. The shaven man even had the gall to abandon Sasha alone with him, saying it was an emergency from his roommate, leaving the two in an awkward silence.

Sasha tried to lighten up the mood by asking him how he was doing in school. They continued to talk about menial subjects, until one thing led to another. They laughed and poked each other, eventually leading to them to tickle each other aggressively. Using force to get the upper hand, he collapsed on top of her body on the bed.

Their eyes locked onto each other's, heat making their way up to their faces. Jean hovered over Sasha's frame, his arms by her sides. Looking at her flushed cheeks and disheveled hair made his heart pound vigorously against his chest. He held his breath. His body couldn't move, but her pink lips in front of him looked even more tantalizing than it did all those months back. He leaned towards her face, intoxicated by her smell. He missed it; the smell that lingered on his bed for the longest time which made it so much harder to forget her. He was so close to kissing her.

But then, he just remembered he was doing something wrong.

He pulled away from her, and suddenly became angry with her. "Sasha! How can you be so defenseless with another guy when you're already with Reiner!?"

She widened her eyes and pursed her lips. All she could do was look away.

Jean pushed his body up on the bed away from her and huffed a breath. "I won't tell Reiner about this, but I don't want you to do the wrong—"

"We broke up."

He reared his head towards her. "What did you say?"

She sat up as well, her hand latching onto her other arm in discomfort. "I said, we broke up. Don't make me say it again." Her bangs fell over her eyes and wouldn't look him in the eye.

"Oh—" He wanted to give her his condolences, but he was actually pleased. He wanted to be with her again—to kiss and feel her again. But this made him feel awful. Jean was happy from her sadness, and that made him feel like a shitty person. He needed to apologize—not just out of sympathy, but for his guilt as well. "Sasha, I'm sor—"

She grabbed his shirt collar and mashed her lips against his. In a matter of seconds, the kiss turned into a heated frenzy, their tongues twirling, biting, and sucking. They pulled away from each other, saliva dripping from her lips as she stared at him with half-lidded eyes. She must've realized what she just did because her face immediately turned to one of embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Jean!" She hastily wiped her lips with her hand. She stammered, "I-I'll just leave now!" The brunette leaped off the bed and was about to walk off to the door.

Jean didn't want her to leave; he still wanted her to stay and continue where they left off. He grabbed her wrist and yelled at her, "Wait! Don't go! It was really good!"

She looked back at him and giggled uncomfortably. "You're a dork." He watched her as she climbed back on the bed next to his side. "Well, if you insist…" She gave him a peck on the lips.

He smiled, but then he immediately thought of what he was at that moment. "Hey, I've gotta ask you something."

"What is it?"

He raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "You're not using me to just get over your break-up, are you?"

She pouted. "We broke up a month ago." She took a deep breath and continued, "Listen, Jean. I want to say I'm not using you, but at the same time, I just want something uncomplicated. Something we had before. You know, friends with benefits?"

He wanted it too. All the sentimentality about relationships became an eventual mush to him; what they had before seemed more ideal to him now.

"Is that okay?" She kissed him again.

All reason abandoned him. "Fuck yes, that's okay." The ashen-haired man growled under his breath and aggressively pushed her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. He dove for her neck, biting and sucking on it, causing Sasha to moan. He felt her arms wrap around him as she pushed more of her body to him.

She grinded her hips against his causing his blood to flow downwards, making it incredibly painful for him. He wanted her right now. He shoved a hand under her shirt and bra, groping her breast, twiddling her nipple with a thumb.

He lifted himself from her neck, satisfied at the red skin. He smirked at the thought of Sasha trying to hide the hickey from everyone. He would just have to let people know that she's already taken.

He teased her over her skirt; her legs twitched and she squirmed for more. "J-Jean…" she breathily whispered.

"I know, I know." He smirked. Before he had the chance to unzip his pants, a ringtone sang inside her purse. She moved slightly to reach for it, but Jean pinned her down against her wrists. "Ignore it, Sash."

He could tell she was debating with herself, because she kept looking downwards and back to him. She laughed and apologized, "Sorry! It might be important." She lightly pushed him off and reached inside her purse next to the bed. "Hello?"

He was disappointed, but the only thing he can do is wait for her to finish the phone call.

She sighed. "Oh, it's just you, Connie."

Jean scrunched his face at that. Who else was she expecting?

She yelled through the cellphone, "What!? I'll come right away!" She hurriedly fixed herself and leapt off the bed.

The man on the bed gave her a bewildered look. "Wait! What's going on?"

She slung her purse over her shoulder and peered back at him. "Connie and his roomie got locked out, and I'm the only other person who has their key. And…they think they left the stove on." She narrowed her eyes.

So he's going to get blue-balled because of some idiots. Thank you, Connie. "Come on, do you really have to go? Maybe they can break a window."

She rolled her eyes. "Just wait here patiently like a good boy and I'll be back soon." She then pointed a finger at him. "You jerk off and I'll never forgive you! You better give me the best sex when I come back!" She opened the door out of his bedroom and gave him a smile before she left.

He watched her figure walk out through his bedroom door and groaned. Jean was still hard. And he couldn't do anything to get rid of it, either. He collapsed on his bed as a lone tear escaped from his eye. "I fuckin' hate you, Connie Springer."

Notes:
[1] GroupSpeak: My parodied TeamSpeak

[2] PuGs: Stands for Pick-up Group (an MMORPG term). They are complete strangers, so it's unsure whether or not they are reliable.

Author's Notes:
No lemon in this chapter (gasp). This is my shortest chapter as of late and I really should've have built more on it. Sorry for the late update, I've been really busy. Also next chapter probably won't be released until around 2 weeks from now, because I've got finals all next week.

- FinalBraus: Oh, I've got something in store for the whole Bertl conflict (insane laugh).
- Sabaku no Yui: It's no problem! I had fun learning a bit of Spanish. Thank you for your many reviews!
- SecretlyInLoveWithYourFanfic: I actually tried looking up "potato panties" on google; it didn't pan out so well.
- Siriuslight: Ah, thank you for reading! I'm a little rough with sex scenes (but I try to improve!); for Jean, I did give him an abrasive personality, but that's just my taste (I love my angry men).

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