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[bravelypees]

[After Armin's death the atmosphere between the 104th Squad had been tense. The death of a comrade–a friend in most cases–hit everyone at varying levels, though none so much as three. Mikasa seemed the most visibly upset, hunting down a "murderer" that may or may not be real while Jean and Eren worked it out their own ways.

For Jean, it meant working past it. Moving forward. Numbing himself to the sights and sounds so that it was easier to forget and easier to run away from. The problem was, he needed distractions for it. Work. Extra training. Prolonged patrols. That sort of thing. The Commander was more than willing to comply but the issue lied within who he was paired with.

It was hard to move on when your patrolling partner was the person who held the other shovel.

Through a substantial miracle, they had managed to almost complete their first patrol–albeit in an uncomfortable silence. The discomfort was familiar, at least, which made it slightly better. But the fact of the matter was that the distance between the two of them was bridged by words left unuttered and hanging; dead weights of possible conversations. Multiple elephants in a tiny room.

It's halfway through the Outskirts that Jean decides he's had enough.]

If you've got a problem you should come out and say it.

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seems appropriate

[loudnoises]

[ Their noses bump. Again. Eren snorts and rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, he fumbles with the buckle once, twice— and yanks it free when teeth skim his mouth, stinging slightly. ]

Ow— Jean, you... [ He narrows his eyes, immediately leaning forward to nip his bottom lip in retaliation, very much on purpose. ] Admit it. You suck just as bad.

[ There's an awkward pause where he hovers around his mouth some more, still unsure of how to... actually do this successfully. But he's also impatient as hell, and all this indecision is wearing on him. So he leans in again, this time shifting his weight further into Jean's lap— their hips proceed to knock into each other, and Eren completely misses his mark in surprise, lips sort of colliding into the other teen's face as he exhales harshly. After a second he adjusts to press his cheek to Jean's to hide his own blush, moving again so they weren't... so pressed together anymore as he chokes out, suave as all hell: ] Uh. Sorry.

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[bravelypees]

Ow! [Jean jerks back at the nip with a hiss, glaring at Eren until the distance between them closes. The pressure and the push squeezes a breath out of him. His fingers curl and pinpricks of warmth make him arch forward, meeting Eren's bruising kiss with distraction. Jean pulls away quickly, wrapping an arm around his waist before he has a chance to pull away.]

D-don't be.

[His own cheeks are burning up but it's a small sacrifice knowing that Eren can feel it. Two breaths and a swallow of trepidation before he uses his grip to pull him forward, mimicking the push Eren had accidentally done.

Bingo. Another breath pushes out.]

god they're so fucking embarrassing

[loudnoises]

[ Their faces are burning warm, and it only gets worse when Jean holds him in place, the lines of his back pulling taut. He convinces himself it's muscle memory, years of dodging punches and elbow jabs, and not expectation— he's tense, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he furrows his brow. ] W... What the fuck are you—

[ It's a dumb question, because he already knows, and when they grind against each other he feels their chests heave and a heat swell in his gut— he groans softly (by Eren's standards, anyway) before he can stop himself, a hand tangling its way into Jean's hair again as he plants a distracted kiss on his ear. And he presses forward, rocking into it as he tugs the other teen's shirt up to slide a hand against his side, demanding in that indignant, stubborn way Eren can get after they pass a few quiet breaths back and forth— ] Keep going.