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compyuutah2013-11-25 05:29 am
bravelypees) wrote in compyuutah2013-11-25 05:29 am
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[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.
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.
pretty...sure this is homo........
But then Jean closes the gap between them and it's startlingly intimate, so much so that Eren's breath catches, brows knit, and he's not sure how to react because he's about as delicate as a bull in a china shop. It's much too gentle for them to just be letting off steam in the way he expects.
And, most frighteningly, he's all right with that.
It takes all his self-control not to shove or draw blood, leaning his cheek into the touch as he lets Jean work their mouths together, tongue skirting out to taste his lips and part their mouths and feel their warm, mismatched breaths collide because the two of them have never matched rhythms. And he trails his hands down to his neck, spreading his fingers to take in the mild roughness of his skin, reveling in the fact that despite how much is gone they're both still here and they're both alive and for once, how amazingly tangible that is.
Not that all his honest emotion makes him any better at this. He slides his hands eventually, crossing his arms behind Jean's head and pulling him deeper into the kiss, teeth knocking together uncomfortably as he hisses a muffled 'ow' against his mouth. ]
no it's not because i said no homo also look it's not sad anymore
Haven't you ever kissed someone before?
[Not that he has, either. It's all guesswork and fumbling about but it seems right. Minus Eren's fuck-ups (Jean's doing it too, just won't admit it).] You're not supposed to slam your face against mine.
oh good, back to awkward teenage central
He fiddles with the belt strapped across Jean's chest, lips twisting into an uncertain slant. Well, if there was room to improve... he eventually grumbles: ]
How the hell am I supposed to do it, then?
[ Cue expectant staring. If Jean was apparently so good at this, he could demonstrate. ]
this thread is about as moody as a teenager
[No. In fact, he's kind of hoping Eren would know the answer to that question and worries when he doesn't.] Isn't it... [Shit, his voice sounds too nervous. He clears his throat and leans forward again.] ... Shouldn't it be something like this?
[It was supposed to be a smooth tilt into a kiss but he misses, his nose fighting Eren's instead. Muttering a curse, he tries back and starts again only for his teeth to catch on Eren's lip. Again, he pulls back, blushing in embarrassment.] I-It's something better, alright?
seems appropriate
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.
kermit nods
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
[ 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.