Jean woke up feeling suffocated. It was hot, it was burning and it was boiling inside the cotton blankets. He groggily opened his eyes to find Eren sleeping beside him with his arms in a death grip-with Jean's arms curled up between their chests and his mouth next to Eren's collar bone-unmoved from their position around Jean's waist.

He tried to get away from the heat but found that their legs were tangled up underneath the blanket; both of them with one leg up and hooked around the other's and their other leg touching at the knee.

The least he could do was slip the corner of the cover off of himself. Stuck in Eren's arms, he pulled his neck back so that he's not so dangerously close to Eren's skin. He went slightly cross eyed as he gazed at the sleeping boy.

He never thought that Eren could look so calm sleeping, with his eye lids smoothed out and his eyebrows slightly raised and his mouth hanging open, wide enough to fit a walnut inside the gap. He chuckled silently.

He'd seen him sleeping at other times, like when he passed out after being in his titan form. But with all the buzz and chaos of their surroundings, he'd never paid much attention. And he'd never been this close either, not even when they were fighting in arm to arm combat.

It was a good thing too, because it would've been mortifying if his bottom half had reacted to the friction of another body during a fight. Like it was now. Realizing his situation, he squirmed and stretched his arms out from the protective cage of Eren's arms and torso and managed to tear Eren's arms from his sides.

When Eren snorted mid snore and tried to put his arms back, Jean resorted to simply kicking him until he fell off the bed.

Eren gasped in mid air. "Woah!"

"Don't cling to me so tightly you dumb fuck."

Eren groaned on the ground, trying to open his eyes and make sense of the situation. He stumbled as he stood on the wooden floor and tried to flop back into the bed.

"Oooh no. I told you to get out last night and I'm not having you back in here. It's a violation to my privacy and you are freakishly hot."

"Um, thanks?"

"You know fine well that's not what I meant."

Jean brought the blanket corner to his chin, not caring if the bed still had Eren's lingering body heat. He peeked at Eren, flushing when he saw Eren's heavy eyed face was only centimetres away from his and in his panic he swatted it, hiding under the blanket afterwards. Eren's intense gaze on Jean was broken as Jean's hand came into contact with his nose. He pulled away and landed with a thud on the floor.

"Ow, fuck! Jeez, was that really necessary?"

"Apparently it was, since some pervert wanted to get under the sheets with me."

"It's cold out here!" Eren whined at him and pouted.

"Yeah right, you're a fucking oven. No way you're going to kill me with your body heat. And in case you've forgotten, this is MY bed. So go find your own Jaeger."

Eren looked at him with genuine wonder. "Why are you so possessive of a bed?"

"Fuck off Eren."

And by some miracle, Eren left him alone. He watched as Eren went over to his own white sheeted bed, but rather than going into it, he straightened the sheets. He turned to look at Jean with a frown.

"You're making your bed too. Come on, get out and tidy up you lazy asshole."

Jean jolted with a start at the familiarity of Eren's attitude towards him. It was a bit of a shock, more so because he was still half asleep, but it didn't really surprise him. After all, good things never lasted. Well, the only good thing being that he'd been able to make Eren shut up for a while. He ignored Eren's order and moved his blankets from his mouth so he could speak.

"So I take it this means you remember me, huh?" He couldn't tell if he was disappointed or not.

Eren paused above his bed staring into space for a split second before looking at Jean worriedly.

"No, actually. I don't. Do you want me to?"

Jean turned away, refusing to meet his eyes.

"It's just, you know, I kind of expected it to happen. That's all. And to answer your question, well… I don't know. Probably not, since you used to be way more annoying."

"Are you saying I'm still annoying now?"

He nodded. "Yes. Definitely."

Before Jean could blink he was being attacked by a pillow.

"Hey! I thought you were trying not to make a mess!" Jean scrambled to sit up and reached for his pillow. "And by the way you are completely proving me right!" he laughed as Eren lunged at him with his eyes glinting impishly.

There was an irritated groan from the bed two away from theirs.

"Okay, so Jean has finally found a way to stop being so indirect with his declarations of love. How beautiful. How darn loud at six o'clock in the morning, you guys."

Eren and Jean pulled away from each other and snapped their heads round to look at Connie in the sunrise lit room, who was grumbling at them from under his covers. Jean managed to push Eren away while he was unguarded who toppled onto his back with an "oof".

"I'm gonna hit you if you don't shut up, Connie." Jean told him with a glare aimed at the bundle on the bed.

"Seriously though, you guys do need to keep it down. Even if you're not fighting, you're still really noisy and the Corporal won't like being woken up by a couple of pansies."

"Speaking of which," Eren slipped off Jean's bed and went to replace his pillow on his perfectly made sheets. "We need to tidy up the beds and get ready for breakfast."

Jean tossed his feet over the bed, too awake to bother trying to go back to sleep. Plus, Jaeger would probably try to scold him again.

"When did you become so obsessed with cleanliness? I thought it was the Corporal who was supposed to be the clean freak."

Eren sighed, reaching over to help Jean with his bed.

"I dunno, I think that month of having to constantly clean the castle had an effect on me."

"Did he punish you if you didn't do it right or something?"

Eren held Jean's eyes with a serious expression.

"Let's not talk about that."

It wasn't until later that day that Jean realized he'd probably been correct in his guess.

Jean wasn't sure when, but somewhere along the way, he started to become really close to Eren.

It could have been during the times they cooked side by side in the kitchen by the counter, standing together in a companionable silence, glancing over at each other from time to time.

It could have been during Jean's lookout duty nights, when they'd lay next to each other to look up at the stars, whispering to each other with their shoulders brushing even though no-one was around to hear them.

It could have been during the times Eren confessed all sorts of things when they shared Jean's bed at night, secret things, and Jean did too, trying not to kick him out so often-to be even, of course.

Most likely, it was a combination of them all.

He found himself talking to Eren and spending time with him when they had nothing else to do, and after a few days forgot that he was supposed to hate Eren.

Not that he'd admit it, of course.

They were all sitting by the table; Jean sat opposite Eren and beside Sasha with his tray of food in front of him. As he started to eat, he felt Sasha's brown eyes burning holes on the side of his two toned head. He dipped his loaf of bread into his soup and growled at Sasha.

"What? Stop staring at me, it's creepy." he kept his eyes on his food.

She shook her head thoughtfully as she looked back at her tray. She picked up her spoon with a small smile.

"I was just thinking how nice it is that you guys are finally getting along."

He hummed in reply. Not agreeing or disagreeing with her. The bread in his throat felt too dry. Sasha made a noise of disapproval and grimaced when she took a sip of her soup.

"Alright, who was in charge of the soup?"

All eyes turned to Eren who shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He chuckled half heartedly.

"I guess since everyone's looking at me it had to be… me…"

"This is far too salty." She pointed at her bowl and glared, her spoon still in her hand. "You ruined a perfectly good soup and you shall pay. Not to mention salt isn't that easy a condiment to come by. So your punishment will be extra deadly."

Jean watched in amusement as Eren's bushy eyebrows rose and his face contorted into an expression of terror.

"Uh, w-what is it? And do I really need to be punished?"

"Just for that, I'm making it even worse." She smirked at him. "I'll keep you waiting in anticipation until later."

Either Jean was a bit perverted, or Sasha was being very, very suggestive. He wasn't sure what he thought of either idea.

That night, Jean tripped as he was going up the steep stairs to their room in the attic. Eren looked behind him from a few steps ahead, seeing Jean covering his aching jaw.

"Hey, are you alright? Why were you in such a rush to get upstairs?" He grinned down at Jean.

"I wasn't in a rush."

He looked up as he tried to stand, and flinched when there was a hand offering help in his face. He grumbled "I can get up myself." and they walked up the stairs without another word.

When they changed into their nightclothes, suddenly Jean felt nervous. He gulped as he watched Eren slip under the blanket, looking completely at ease, unlike him. The others had already gotten into their bed and the lantern had been extinguished. He stood by the bed, unsure if he should climb into the bed too when he felt so weird. Like, the jittery kind of weird.

"Jean, what's up? Why aren't you getting into bed?"

He rolled his eyes, looking away from Eren and crossed his arms.

He tried to divert the topic. "Maybe it's because you're in there, and I just realised that it's really creepy that you keep sharing my bed. We're not married you know. Your own bed looks pretty lonely too, when was the last time you even needed to fix the sheets on that thing?"

Eren snorted at him as he tugged the hem of the blanket under his chin, looking up at him with his eyes half closed. "You didn't have a problem with it before."

"Actually, I did." He lifted his thumb to his mouth and began chewing at his nail. "I complained lots and threw you out several times. You just trapped me in your arms and it was impossible for even me to escape." he mumbled.

"Yeah, well, you're more of a downer than an escapist. Stop lying through your teeth and get in here."

"Pfft, you're so eager to bed me, Jaeger."

"Maybe I am." He challenged with a smirk. His grin dropped and Jean caught a flash of colour of his cheeks. "Wait, what."

Jean laughed, a little more comfortable thanks to Eren's confusion and embarrassment, and got into bed, sprawling out so that Eren hardly had any room, his arm draped across Eren's chest.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to fall out."

Jean spread his arms and legs out wider, making a face at Eren until he grabbed Jean's sides and prodded until Jean convulsed in a fit of laughter.

"Tha-that's not fair, that's against the rules." he gasped.

"I like playing dirty."

"You know what else is dirty?"

Jean leaned in, using Eren's grip on him to his advantage. He felt his breathing hitch when Eren's eyes widened in question, and interest.

"Your face, motherfucker."

Eren stuck his tongue out and rested his head against the pillow, looking at Jean intently. Jean dropped to the other side and crossed his arms. Eren's eyes drooped as he smirked.

"Bitch."

"Angry sod."

"Grumpy pants."

"At least I keep mine on." Eren smacked Jean's forehead, who giggled.

There was an awkward silence where the two of them stared at each other without saying anything. Jean gulped, unable to take his eyes off of the green-blue orbs. With a jolt when he saw Eren's smile fade, he turned onto his other side.

"Well, 'night, I guess."

Instead of snaking his arms around Jean like he normally did, he leaned into Jean's back and reached for his fingers, his fingertips playing with Jean's. Jean felt the touch sear through his nerves, making him shiver, and kept quiet.

"You know, your hands are really soft." Eren mumbled into his neck.

"That's nice." he scoffed.

"I mean it! Like, I thought they'd be rougher… You know, since we've trained for so long. Messing about with swords should probably do that to our skin." Eren massaged the tip of his middle finger with a long squeeze.

Jean sighed in reply, only half listening, waiting for Eren's need to speak to die out like he normally had to. Eren pulled his hand away and the bed creaked as he turned his back to Jean's. Jean lay awake for some time, wondering why Eren was being less clingy and eventually he found himself turning them both over so Eren held him again.

Eren looked at him uncertainly. "Jean?"

Jean glared at Eren's throat. "You got me used to it. Besides, there's barely enough space for us to move so it makes more sense for us to just… stick close like this."

He would have said "to just hold each other" but the thought made his cheeks flame up. There were several meanings to that phrase and he knew that all too well. Besides, he definitely didn't need anymore warmth, since Eren's body was like a forest fire on a cold night. Or, something like that.

The next morning turned out to be a surprise. He woke with a gasp to the subtle, gentle feeling of Eren's lips pressed against his cheek and pulled back in disbelief.

"Did you just…?"

"I had to." Eren avoided his incredulous stare.

"Um, why?"

Eren moved away sheepishly, his cheeks hot and red. "It was Sasha's punishment."

"Your punishment was to kiss me? What the hell?"

He looked back and examined Jean. "Huh. You're taking this much better than I thought you would."

"We share a bed, I'm pretty used to you touching me. Just, not like that. Am I not reacting enough? Should I punch you?"

It wasn't as if he could, what with his arms being encaged between their bodies, but a threat was a threat and Eren took him seriously.

"I'd rather you didn't."

"There was a time when I would have beat your sorry ass up."

"What changed?" Eren asked him out of curiosity.

Jean's eyes met Eren big, green-blue ones and Jean shifted uncomfortably as he looked away. "Dunno. Stuff. Whatever. It's nothing. Just don't do it again."

But of course, Eren ignored Jean completely.

When they were preparing oatcake for their breakfast, Jean saw Eren move behind him and jumped, letting out a sqeuak as he felt a quick wetness on his nape. He angrily twirled around to see Eren sprint out the room with a shit eating grin.

In the middle of the day when they were sweeping the floors, Eren stepped over to him and pecked Jean on the cheek, then went right back to cleaning as though nothing had happened. Jean had stood there for a full minute, staring in confusion at Eren's movements as he swept nonchalantly.

On his way to the toilet, Jean heard footsteps behind him and spun round before Eren could do anything.

"You better not do anything."

"I'm not." from the break in his voice, Jean could tell his was lying.

"Honestly, just stop freaking kissing me. It's gross. It's weird." he blushed and turned around to continue on his way but was stopped by a hand clutching his wrist. He glanced back at Eren agitatedly.

"We're going to the river to get washed up later on, you know."

Jean sighed a breath of relief. "Oh really? That's good. I've been wanting to get a good bath." He glimpsed at the hand that was still clamped on his wrist.

"Yeah, the water will be completely freezing though."

"Obviously, duh. It's not exactly a bubble bath."

Eren nodded at him, his eyes searching Jean's, then leaned in to kiss Jean's cheek quickly and released his wrist. Jean didn't flinch. He blamed it on his bad reaction timing as he watched Eren saunter off to the living room. He noticed in the mirror on the wall that there was a redness on his face and that his eyes were wide and dilated. But he didn't think anything of it.

Saying that the water was cold was an understatement.

The thin stretch of river was as freezing as Eren's tanned skin was balmy. Dark clouds hung in the sky, threatening to drench them, most likely just when they got dry, and the wind began to pick up. The rippling, reflective water trickled down on Jean's bare, lanky body as he glowered at Eren a few feet away and his content in the drop in temperature. He rubbed his arms to find heat in the friction. Damn titan shifting powers. He stared at him, realizing that while he'd seen him get change on the odd occasion, this was relatively different. It was much more private. He let out a shaky sigh, watching Eren's hands rub his body-his very naked and absurdly toned body- with the liquid and bar of soap, his own hands mussed his wet, blonde hair.

Eren caught him looking and quickly turned his face away. Jean swore he saw his Adam's apple bob and his cheeks become red. With a timid grin, Jean waded through the water and up to Eren's back, who refused to look at him. He wrapped his damp arms around Eren's shoulders, feeling his goose-bumps fade in his heat, and placed his chin on one of them. He sighed on Eren's neck, tempted to kiss it in revenge, but he felt the body in his arms shudder and pull away.

"Don't." Eren said, his back hunched over. He crossed his arms and trudged towards the grassy bank.

Jean reached to his bicep and tugged him back.

"Hey, I deserve revenge for all the times you got me. And I'm pretty sure that they weren't part of Sasha's punishment."

"Yes it was." he said softly.

Jean's voice was breathy, as though staring down an undressed Eren was physically challenging. "Eren, your ears are going red. I know you're lying."

"Please, Jean, can we talk about this later?" Eren gulped after he spoke.

"I don't see why we should, it's only the two of us here. No-one's going to hear." He gestured their surroundings in exasperation.

In return for collecting firewood, they'd been allowed to go to the river themselves. Others had done this too, so it wasn't as if it seemed suspicious. Jean looked down at Eren's back. It was perfectly smooth, inhumanely smooth and with no blemishes except for a few moles. He couldn't help but let his eyes wander down to his ass and was surprised to see from his slightly profile view of Eren that he was becoming erect. Down there.

Jean's mouth gaped open, he quickly pulled away and took his arms to his sides, fearing that his own body would do the same.

"Right, okay, sorry. Later, then. And you'd better give me a damn good explanation."

They both returned to washing themselves in the water.

"Hey, Jean?"

"Hmm?"

"Who… I mean, do you have anyone you like? As in, in a couple way?"

His first instinct was to say Mikasa. When anyone asked that question, he always told them it was her. Mikasa, the girl he'd been obsessed with for the longest time and had drawn her countless times in his sketchbook in a fit of angry tears. The girl he'd blushed over at first sight and told that she had pretty hair. His crush on her must've looked obvious to everyone, but he kept the words of what he felt all to himself, much to Marco's surprise, back then.

Lately, they'd been on good terms and spoken to one another as friends, probably because he was being nicer to her adopted brother. And yet, Jean didn't give a damn.

He would have been over the moon a few years ago, to be talking so casually to her like he did now. And it wasn't until he'd thought of it now that he even realised that they got along. He simply didn't care enough to think about it. He waited, thinking for a moment before he replied.

"I think so, yes."

Jean looked and saw Eren's shoulders droop. "Oh. I see."

He chuckled. "Let's get out of here, it's freezing."

"Is it? Oh, yeah. Okay."

They still hadn't collected any firewood and Jean was getting pissed off as Eren insisted on dragging him within the woods.

"I really don't see why we need to go into a cave for you to explain, Eren."

"Just find one, okay?"

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"You're being unreasonable."

Eren stopped where he stood on the dirt path in the forest and clenched his fists. He turned around to face Jean, who was a few paces behind him.

"You want me to explain? Out here in the open? Really? A cave would be much more private and a search party probably wouldn't look for us there. Also, the less I can see your face the better. I don't think I want to see how you react."

Jean wasn't sure what to say, so he gave a nod, hoping it was the right thing to do. Eren's scared eyes were lingering on his with determination. He'd seen that look almost as much as he'd seen Eren. He'd never held it on Jean for this long though, and Jean was embarrassed as he realised that his entire body was pulsing in time with his heart, there was a weight in his chest and the pit of his stomach flipped with every breath. He reached a hand to rub his neck, uneasy under the intensity of Eren's eyes but his words stopped his movement. Eren walked towards him slowly as he spoke.

"Okay so, I think I… for you… I mean, I think, well…"

He was standing close to Jean, too close to not be intimate and Jean was beginning to understand why he felt like running away and why his cheeks were so hot and why he couldn't look at Eren and yet he still was. His emotions and actions during the past few days were starting to make sense and he wasn't sure he'd be able to process what Eren would say because his mind was overwhelmed and Jaeger's closeness wasn't helping at all…

Eren's face was directly in front of his. His gorgeous, green-blue eyes made his heart beat even faster as they hid under eyelids as Eren whispered "Fuck it." and shot up to Jean's lips.

A second into the abrupt, but welcome, kiss, Jean frowned and opened his eyes. Eren had his lips on his but…something wasn't right. It was like he was kissing a brick wall. He chuckled against his lips, and his laughter grew until even Eren could feel it, Eren, who's arms were still at his sides and who's nose had collided with Jean's and who's face was screwed up in the effort of trying to kiss. He pulled away quickly and his face paled alarmingly when he felt Jean shaking with laughter.

"You mean, you don't…?"

Jean lifted his hand to touch the smaller teen's cheek, he looked like he was going to cry.

"I… do. But you should say it, for real. Not some half assed attempt. I…" he looked into Eren's eyes and licked his lips nervously. "I want to hear you say it."

"Um, okay… I, well I kept kissing you today because um, Ilikeyou." he blurted out in a shaky breath.

Jean tilted his head, hovering over Eren's mouth that had opened in a taken aback gasp and finally collided their lips together in a moment of bravery, sucking on Eren's bottom lip, who managed to catch up on how to kiss properly and mimicked his movements until Jean groaned softly. They both pulled away for a breath, the smack of their quick parting loud in Jean's ears, both suddenly unsure of how to continue as they both became awkward and shy.

Jean gave Eren a dazed smile and looked in his eyes. "So…that was…"

"I'd say it was pretty damn good, yeah." Eren breathed, their faces hesitantly leaning to and fro towards each other. Their stuttering breathing wafted over the other's crimson face. Jean saw Eren's eyes dilate, his own nostrils flared.

"Can I…"

"Oh god yeah, of course."

Their lips met again, their noses brushing one another and Eren whined as he felt Jean's slick tongue run over his lip. Jean only allowed a short, quick breath before he initiated another, deeper kiss, and wrapped his arms around Eren's shoulders, his hand crept up to his neck and Eren shivered and hummed at the sensation. Eren's arms were shaking at his sides until they eventually reached up to run his fingers through Jean's hair, pulling his head closer.

They didn't realize their legs were moving on their own and soon Eren was pressed against a tree. He barely felt the bark of the tree scratch his back as Jean moved his lips to suck on Eren's throat. Eren bit his lip and stretched his neck up, willing Jean to kiss there more, giving him more room for his lips to explore.

"Jean.." he breathed.

Jean's voice had become ragged and husky. "Yeah?"

"Oh, god, I want to do it. Please, Jean." Jean stopped kissing, making Eren whine at the loss of contact on his neck.
"We just had our fir-first kiss and you wanna, you want to have s-sex?"

Eren sighed and growled at Jean. "I've been hard ever since you cornered me in the river. I need to do something about it."

Jean had stopped moving and looked at Eren beneath him, almost thankful for the distance their heights gave them, he really hoped Eren couldn't see his blush but that was obviously wishful thinking.

"Well," he rasped. "I have to admit, I've um, I've never done it before."

"Me neither. Do you at least know how to?"

Jean brushed his knee between Eren's thighs, placing a finger against his lips.

"I guess I've got some idea, and I know it includes being undressed." he told him heatedly.

"Ah, yeah, I guess it was pointless leaving the river."

Jean kissed him quickly, then cupped his cheek.

"Hmm It would've been easier I suppose, but I got to press you against a tree and the little noise you made was pretty fun to hear." Jean grinned against his jaw.

Eren yanked at Jean's shirt.

"Yeah, yeah okay. I don't mind if it's you." he whispered. "You gonna help me undress?"

He nodded in reply, smiling to himself as he unbuttoned Jean's shirt, while Jean kissed his ear affectionately.

"I can't do this if you keep distracting me."

"Mm well you're pretty distracting yourself."

"Oh shut up."

Jean licked his earlobe, stopping Eren in his tracks and he jerked Jean's chin to kiss him furiously with drool dribbling out the side of his mouth, embarrassed at how good it had felt. He accidentally clicked their teeth in his rush.

"That was," he gasped between kisses. "A dirty move. With the ear, Jean."

Jean was rubbing Eren's arms and kissing back just as hard with the casual flick of the tongue.

"You-you're the one t-that's dirty."

"No you are."

"Ah, just shut up Eren. I still need to get, get my clothes off and so do y-you."

Eren smirked into the kiss. "Are you so worked up that you're stuttering?"

Jean reminded him of his position as he grinded his knee against his groin. Eren swore at him and ripped the shirt off. Jean gently pulled up Eren's shirt and placed kisses on his chest, waiting until Eren's arms were tangled and his face was free to lick a line from his stomach to his neck. Eren's body quivered and he arched his back to feel it more.

"Damn bastard."

Jean hummed happily in reply and uncovered the rest of his body.

When they were fully undressed, pants off, shirts off and with only underwear remaining, Jean grabbed Eren's shoulders, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and told him he wanted to lie down in the grass.

"So… how are we doing this?" Eren asked him.

They looked at each other on the forest floor, finding out that even after kissing and seeing each other naked that it was still elating and breath taking to look each other in the eyes. Jean's were occupied raking Eren's well muscled body and he only shrugged in reply. Eren, annoyed that he was distracted, even if it was his own body, took Jean's hands into his own, loving the blonde boy's bashful, tawny gaze.

"Hey, I'm asking you something. Do you want to go on top?"

Jean blushed, realizing that yes, this was happening, and now they had to have the bedroom talk. Well, as bedroom as you could be in the middle of the forest floor.

"A-actually I was thinking I'd be on the bottom."

Eren frowned at him. "I thought I was."

"What made you think that?"

"Well… because you approached me earlier? And you know how to kiss better?"

"Oh, uh, I didn't, exactly plan on doing that stuff and, um , just because I can kiss doesn't mean I know how to…stick it up a butt."

Eren snorted at him, trailing his fingers up Jean's arms, which he seemed to like as his breathing became shallower. "Also, you were the big spoon in the bed."

"You're taller." Eren pointed out, not wanting to back out because he had no idea what to do.

"Then I'll more likely be bigger and end up hurting you."

"You wanna compare?" Eren raised an eyebrow at him, and Jean chuckled nervously, feeling his hands tremble at the waistband of his underwear.

He nodded, just once, but it was enough for Eren to crawl onto his knees and slip them down. He sucked in a breath when he saw Jean's stiff dick, it curved onto his stomach where Eren saw Jean's fair line of hair lead down to the larger area of curls.

"Fuck." he whispered, staring dizzily in unabashed amazement at Jean's cock.

"I know, right?" Jean teased him playfully. "How about yours?"

Eren leaned back, not realizing how close his face had moved towards Jean's crotch. He sat up and stripped himself of his underwear. He hadn't expected Jean to groan, and when he did, Eren felt a twitch in his now fully exposed dick.

He looked away from Jean, flinging his boxers with the rest of their abandoned clothes, nearly falling over when Jean wrapped his arms around his waist and began to tease his nipples with his tongue and caressed his thighs and his ass. He hugged Jean's shoulders closer to him, feeling his hot breath on his torso and whimpered, only now seeing just how sensitive that area was.

"I-it didn't ever feel like that when I did it."

Jean licked his lips and raised his head from Eren's chest. "That's probably because you're used to your own touch."

He smiled at the blonde boy, tousling his hair like Jean did for him when he felt the need to. He felt his stomach flutter at the feeling of Jean's darting tongue.

"Do you want me to touch you?"

He nodded to Jean's dick, expecting him to reply with a proud "Fine, if you have to." And was immediately more turned on when Jean let out a dazed "Yeah…"

He reached down, wrapping his hand around it, making Jean hiss in pleasure at the sudden contact and began moving the foreskin up and down. Jean moved his hands to Eren's face, stroking his temple as he kissed Eren and rolled his tongue over his. Eren let out a stuttering sigh as he felt Jean's jerking hips moving, bucking into his hand.

"Well someone's a little horny."

"Shut up you asshole." And Jean returned the favour, covering Eren's dick with his palm and fingers. He kept up the pace as he moved in Eren's hand.

"Aah ah, oh fuck, fuck, Jean." Eren ducked his head under Jean's jaw, already beginning to give in to the urge of thrusting into Jean's hand.

He felt Jean kissing his neck, his chest, and the occasional lick on his lips but his own mouth was busy, hanging open as he tried to breath properly. Jean let go after a while, and a livid Eren protested childishly and ordered him to return his hand "where it belonged" until Jean muttered into his ear.

"I want to go further now."

Reluctantly, he took his hand off of Jean's cock, trembling slightly at the thought of being taken by Jean.

Or, he did tremble until Jean lay down and pulled Eren on top of him.

"I thought we agreed that I'd go on the bottom." He grumbled.

Jean rolled his eyes. "I never agreed to anything of the sort."

Eren mumbled a "whatever" and started kissing at Jean's chest. Jean rolled his hips into Eren's impatiently.

"I said I want to fuck, not play around with foreplay."

Eventually, after Eren ignored Jean's complaints and kissed him all over just because he could, he fumbled in asking what he had to do.
"Um, well, since we're both… beginners," Jean worded it so that his pride wouldn't hurt him in calling himself a virgin. Eren rolled his eyes, though he thought it was cute. "You should probably put fingers in my asshole, just one to start with. Here, I'll wet them for you."

And with that he took Eren's index and middle finger into his mouth, Eren's eyes widened as he did so and had to bite back a moan because god was Kirstein amazing to watch when he sucked on his fingers in a lewd manner. The bastard even had the cheek to keep his eyes on Eren's and let himself drool around his fingers as he watched, drool threatening to spill out of his own mouth.

When Jean released him with a "pop", he crawled down in between Jean's thighs, noticing that Jean's legs were actually pretty hairy even if the hair was a light brown, thinking it was now or never, and probed Jean's entrance. It was slick and slimy against his finger, completely different to Jean's mouth, the flesh warm and encasing his finger and sucking him in, all the way down to his knuckle.

He heard Jean sigh in relief, glad that he wasn't hurting and kissed the top of his head. He kissed the inside of Jean's thigh, unsure what to do.

Jean chuckled. "You're supposed to move it around." he bent his legs up, spreading them to make more room for Eren's body because shit this still was really happening.

Eren, ever the idiot, improvised and started twirling it around in a circle, his finger touching the walls of Jean's asshole. Jean hissed and bit his lip.

"I meant in and out, like a thrust, but uh, that works too."

He nodded to himself, Jean unable to see him since he was laying down, and began to move his finger in and out, but only a little bit out because his own dick was beginning to pulse at the heat his finger hogged. He panted against Jean's thighs, steadily getting more turned on and Jean began to make, oh he began to make noises, delicious and absolutely hot, panting noises that got Eren worked up quickly. He didn't realize he was moving faster until Jean told him to add another finger.

He pulled out, making Jean whine-making him deliriously thankful he had been put on top-and gave his index finger a thorough lick then placed it back inside. He looked up to see Jean's face his mouth dropping when he saw that Jean's lips and cheeks were red and flushed and his eyes were barely open.

"Eren, move, come on." Jean rutted against his fingers and Eren dived back down between his thighs, thrusting his fingers in shallowly, licking up Jean's shaft because his mouth needed distracting, otherwise he'd be making those amazingly indecent sounds too.

When Jean gasped that it was enough after a minute or so, Eren flopped onto his chest.

"Fucking hell you're heavy."

"I need a break. My fingers are cramping from fucking your hole with them."

Jean licked his lips. "For a beginner you're pretty good at talking like that." Eren hummed in response, kissing Jean deeply full on the lips countless times until he felt his dick twitch noticeably.

"So, I think I should..."

"Get to it then, Jaeger."

He sat up onto his knees, rubbing his dick as he looked at Jean.

Jean's eyes were glazed over as he looked up at Eren.

"Like, that's fucking hot, but can you put it in now?"

Eren was tempted to ask him "put what in?" but Jean's legs pressed at his sides so instead he began to position himself.

"Are you sure you're ready? 'Cause I really want to do this hard and fast."

"Y-yeah, just take it easy on me to start, 'kay?"

Eren kissed Jean's kneecap and held his dick in place in front of Jean's hole, managing to squeeze in and he groaned, which made Jean groan and it made him go deeper.

Eren's voice was wrecked by this point but he asked if he was ready for him to move.

"It's… kinda weird and it hurts a bit," Eren flinched when he said the word "hurt" but Jean quickly finished. "But it doesn't feel too bad, just get me used to it."

He nodded and began thrusting slowly, shivering as he wanted to go faster, his arms trembling by Jean's sides and Jean wrapped his legs around Eren's waist, pulling him closer. That did it for Eren. He began moving faster, panting raggedly onto Jean's chest and Jean groaned along with him, arching his back so that Eren could get in further.

Jean shuddered after a while when he felt a prickling sensation inside his ass and began to clamp around Eren's dick, earning a well earned grunt from Eren and began to move along with him, trying to meet his thrusts.

He whined frantically for Eren to go faster, the feeling of pain dulled down so that it felt like a week old bruise and squirmed, feeling Eren's pelvis on close to his groin. Eren complied, laughing huskily for a second.

"F-fuck Eren, damn, I'm pretty close. Can, can we come together?" he huffed.

He saw Eren nod and let himself clamp harder around Eren. Eren wheezed and moved faster, thrusting in and out of Jean, while Jean touched himself, until they both arched their backs sharply and reached their climax. Jean moaned loudly and Eren ended up swearing.

"Oh fucking hell, god dammit Jean, fuck, fuck."

"That was nice."

Jean lay next to Eren on the grass after he'd toppled over and his arms had given out, only just remembering to ease himself out of Jean's entrance. Somehow, it still hadn't started raining.

"Are you serious? I just fucked your brains out and all you can is "it was nice?" What the hell?" Eren shoved his shoulder tiredly and shook his head in disbelief.

Jean only smiled at him lazily and put Eren's arms around his waist, drawing circles on Eren's chest with his fingernail. Eren hummed at the touch and kissed Jean's nose.

"We've become sappy, love-sick fools. And it all your fault." Jean told him jokily. He paused in his touch and rested his forehead on Eren's chest.

"It would've been nice if you remembered me though, that way we'd have more history than just a couple of weeks. I'm practically a stranger to you." He looked up at Eren sadly. "But somehow I feel like I met you all over again when you lost your memory. You really are a bit like a different person. You still get mad and pick fights with me. That much hasn't changed. But now we're friends and I can tell you all sorts of stupid stuff." he snuggled closer to Eren's chest, letting the salty smell of sex envelope him.

"I never thought you'd be so touchy feely."

"Yeah, well I am, so deal with it shit face."

"Also, I may have slightly remembered everything a few days ago and still acted as if I didn't remember you. So your arch enemy really did confess to you." he scrambled up before he could witness Jean's gob smacked expression.

"You piece of shit! Why the hell would you do that?! God dammit Jaeger!" he yelled at him as he chased a nude Eren around the forest while also being equally nude.

Jean eventually managed to track down a flushing Eren and grabbed him from behind. Eren let out a startled scream and Jean bit down on his shoulder.

"I like you, you asshole."

"…That's nice." Eren laughed when Jean swatted his head and chased him back to their pile of clothes.