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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Jean_Kirstein/Eren_Yeager, Jean_Kirstein_&_Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Reality, Smut, i_apologise_in_advance, a
      little_nsfw, i'm_literally_just_writing_these_cause_I_love_the_losers
  Series:
      Part 1 of You_Know_It_Will_Always_Just_Be_Me_(EreJean_One_Shots)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-02 Words: 2684
****** Above the Clouds and the Atmosphere ******
by CatcherOfFictionalDreams
Summary
     Jean had never thought a flight would be so full of surprises...
     Strange brunettes, help in private matters, and a little romantic and
     intimate action above the clouds.
Notes
     Greetings! I got the idea to write this particular one shot while I
     myself was on a plane a short while ago. It was also influenced by
     the lyrics in the song Rocketeer (hence the use of them as this
     chapter's title).
     Please enjoy this (hopefully) pleasing snapshot of Eren and Jean.
See the end of the work for more notes
Jean always loved planes; the feeling of your ears popping at a high altitude,
the flight meals, and of course the introductory videos. But this flight would
be even better. Except for one aspect: he'd be sitting next to a total
stranger. That was always the ultimate disadvantage of travelling alone.
Sometimes Jean would get lucky and be next to another asocial human. But other
times, it was like torture. Little old ladies and middle aged people who'd try
to spark a conversation with him and keep it going for the whole fucking
flight. These are the ideas that haunt his nights.
Caffeine was always the best way to calm Jean's nerves, hence why he'd ended up
with a warm plastic cup in his hands filled to the brim with espresso and
steamed milk. First grimacing as the boiling liquid travelled down his throat,
he found it calming to his rapidly beating heart. Jean now always kept a few
sleeping pills at hand to make the flight seem less arduous. So technically, if
he was seated beside a talkative widow, he'd just casually swallow a few pills
and float off to the dream land.
Whilst absorbed in his caffeinated thoughts, Jean felt himself collide with
some kind of hard object. His flat white flew forth from his lazy grip, causing
it to drench the individual directly in his way. As Jean's shaky gaze
levitated, he met a pair of flaring green eyes. He felt like the duo of peepers
could just burn a hole into his soul and send his gay ass to the heavens, or
the flaming pit awaiting said ass in hell.
"What the hell?!" Inside voices were clearly nonexistent to this guy, because
Jean swore he could see the coffee-drenched man's brown hair flop up and down
with his protest.
"If you meant to inquire what hell is, I can inform you as required," Jean
tried for the cocky approach, trying to tell the brunette to calm the fuck
down.
"Whatever man, I've got a plane to catch," the brunette initiated in turning
away, but Jean didn't allow that; not yet, at least.
"Pretty sure you're like everyone else, sunshine."
Not bothering to hang around for a glare or snarl of some kind, Jean skipped
into a jog, carefully angling himself so that his sweatshirt grazed against the
material of the stranger's plaid button down. His desired boarding gate was
almost on the complete opposite side of the airport, which wistfully required a
whole lot of walking. Jean was never one to brag, but he had some kickass leg
muscles which startled him daily that he was still homosexually single.
After finally making it to the gate with minutes to spare, Jean collapsed onto
one of the supplied grossly leather black seats. Knowing he would be sitting
down for about ten hours, Jean grudgingly arose and paced in front of the gate
entrance about fifty times. Finally, the announcement was made that those
boarding flight HA827 to Honolulu should pay attention and board when their
zone was announced. Being an able traveller in zone three, Jean was confident
that a little more pacing wouldn't make him miss his chance to board.
"We are now ready for those in zones three through one to board flight HA827 to
Honolulu." Finally!
Collecting his luggage of a carry on backpack, Jean gradually edged closer to
the gate. Passport in hand, he started rapping it against his denim-clad thigh.
The tune was to his favourite song of all time - Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out
Loud. Jean struggled to refrain from belting out the lyrics, so he ended up
being forced to bite his lip.
"May I see your boarding pass, sir?" A slender woman held her hand towards
Jean, silently nodding towards his hand.
Jean tried to quickly slip said boarding pass from the pages of his passport,
to no avail. Trying for a quick grin in the waiting woman's direction, Jean
continued to struggle with the boarding pass. Whilst looking into the woman's
eyes, he saw they were a dazzling green, almost like the idiot brunette's eyes.
"Sir?" Her eyes filled with both concern and annoyance; after all, Jean was
managing to hold up a lot of people just wanting to get to their seats. With an
unnecessary barely audible grunt, Jean tugged the patterned boarding pass free
from the passport's control.
With an elegant bow, Jean slid his passport before him and into the awaiting
fingers. Jean had always seen himself as normal, but everyone else thought he
was some posh motherfucker. Occasionally, he'd try to fit that description, and
so here he was, clad in a maroon sweatshirt and ripped denim jeans, showing off
his inner posh boy.
"Have a nice flight, sir," she replied nonchalantly, clearly not satisfied with
Jean's Oscar-worthy act.
Shrugging it off, Jean started to head down through the tunnel to board his
flight to Hawai'i. Suddenly, he heard a familiar (yet strange) voice behind
him, causing Jean to swerve on the soles of his faded charcoal Chuck Taylor's.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Jean murmured, eyes rolling at the sight
before him.
Mister I've-got-a-plane-to-catch had really been short for time. Why? To catch
the flight departing for Honolulu in just a dozen or so minutes, of course. The
whiny, angry brunette was catching the same fucking flight as Jean.
-
"Whoops, excuse me," a humble voice carried down the aisle as its owner edged
closer and closer to Jean. Finally, the projector of this delightful voice
(even Jean had to admit his voice was too cute for such a weirdo) planted his
Doc Marten clad feet safely beside Jean.
"No fucking way!" Forest eyes widened in surprise at Jean's presence. "Well,
Mister Klutz, it seems we get to spend a joyous ten fucking hours together..."
Jean's new acquaintance (again, he had to have a fancy vocabulary even when he
wanted to throttle this jerk) sat directly beside him at the window seat,
meaning Jean, in his aisle seat, had to move out of the coffee-stained boy's
way so he could be seated.
Jean pleaded himself to zone out the male beside him, and quickly please and
thank you. Even after a few minutes closer to him than Jean was usually
comfortable with, Jean was starting to appreciate the splendour of this
stranger's physique and physical features. Like the way his hair looked way
cuter when it was ruffled, compared to when he hastily tried to flatten it
down. Forest eyes pierced into the screen ahead of him as the in-flight safety
video begun, although Jean couldn't pay attention as he was too transfixed by
his strange new familiar. Biceps were clear, even through the material of his
shirt as he flexed, trying to find a comfortable position in the chair.
No matter, Jean would just have to focus on some form of distraction from the
boy. As he searched through the selection of TV shows on his own screen, Jean
tried desperately to think of a plan.
-
Well, shit. Jean had ended up neglecting his screen after a second or two, as
his next seat neighbour (who had introduced himself as Eren) wanted to be all
chatty chatty. Floods of questions erupted forth from his dry lips as they came
to mind.
What was Jean's job? Jean had sheepishly admitted to being a volunteer for his
local RSPCA.
How old was Jean (this was apparently to make sure he wasn't a pervert)?
Chuckling, Jean had offered the information of being just out of school at the
ripe age of nineteen.
Why was Jean even going to Hawai'i? Jean's parents were owners of a Kona coffee
plantation (Kirstein Kona Coffee) on the Big Island, and he loved to visit the
plantation (but not his parents).
Was Jean religious? Trying for a laugh from Eren, Jean replied that he wasn't,
but he was always available to attend any satanic rituals.
What even was the colour of Jean's backpack? Offended, Jean proceeded to
explain the beauty of burgundy followed by the efficiency of his bag.
Eren then ran out of questions, letting the duo settle into an adequate
silence. Shortly after, while Jean was absorbed in noting down new shows and
movies he hadn't seen, Eren made an out of the blue erotic noise.
Jean flinched, briefly glancing to his left. He'd seen Eren occasionally giving
his sidelong stares over the past several minutes, and now he felt warm inside.
What if Jean was the cause of Eren making these little noises?
"Eren?" Jean hissed, leaning in to speak directly near Eren's ear. From the
angle he was now resting at, Jean noticed Eren's reason for the squeak - a very
noticeable boner. Feeling a burst of confidence, Jean let his horny mind speak
for him. "Can I help?"
Eren looked desperately at Jean. "Asshole, this is your fault."
Feigning shock, Jean countered with, "Let me make up for my terrible sin."
"Y-you're gay?"
"As the Fourth of July," Jean explained, hands spread out in a helpless
gesture.
"Are you sure?" Eren looked anxious, eyes darting around the cabin.
"About my homosexuality? Yes. About wanting to help you? Abso-fucking-lutely."
Jean tried to comfort Eren.
After a grudging stare-off, Eren sighed, gesturing to the obvious erection. "Go
ahead, I guess."
Nodding, Jean unfastened Eren's tray, obscuring the view of other passengers,
as well as the flight attendants.
Breathing evenly, Jean clumsily unbuckled the belt on Eren's baggy jeans.
Shortly after that, he felt his own dick begin to become hard as a diamond in
an ice storm. Eren's eyes filled his sympathy, the brunette gently lifted
Jean's tray down for him, concealing his growing bulge.
"I'm prepared to pay back the favour, Jean," Eren whispered huskily, his breath
catching in his struggle.
"I don't bide well with help from others, thank you very much."
Jean's left hand (good thing he was a typical sinner with his dominant hand
being his left) glided beneath the surface of Eren's jeans, as well as the
layer beneath - his dark blue boxers. Gently, Jean wrapped his hand around
Eren's erectile penis, already earning a petite moan to escape from Eren's now
wet lips. He'd licked them repeatedly as the process began, obviously out of
habit.
Slowly sliding his dry hand up and down Eren's dick, he realised he had to
change a small factor. For his own pleasure, Jean removed his hand and, making
sure Eren was watching, seductively let his own tongue cover the surface area
of his palm, leaving it lubricated. Eren seemed to plead Jean to end this
torture, guiding Jean's hand back underneath his jeans.
"Don't be a fucking jerk, Kirstein," he whimpered, sounding pissed off and yet
vulnerable. Basking in the look of need on Eren's face, Jean gradually worked
his hand along Eren's dick, taking his own sweet time.
Squeezing the length at random intervals, Jean found he desperately wanted to
get on his knees to lick and suck on Eren until his gay little heart gave out.
Jean decided to take a new approach, twirling the hard stick in his grasp over
multiple times. Eren's back suddenly arched, taking control of the situation to
receive more pressure. Tutting him like a child, Jean gently cupped Eren's
balls, letting that brain of his know that Jean was in charge of Eren.
An idea emerged into Jean's brain, and he clumsily unbuckled his seatbelt with
his right hand, keeping his left hand in motion if only to hear Eren's little
gasps and whimpers. Rising to lean across Eren, Jean lifted the tray slightly,
allowing his erection to rub against Eren's a few times. This was too much for
the both of them, and Eren went into a frenzy, thrusting his hips in the same
rhythm making it clear he wanted to cum, now.
Whispering in Eren's ear, Jean presented his plan of action. Sinking into his
seat, forehead coated with beads of sweat, Eren agreed.
Sneakily, the duo managed to bundle themselves into one of the available
toilets. Jean took control, his lips connecting to Eren's in a short immature
battle that small towns would declare. It was fierce, but also fumbled and
rushed. Eren had tried to hide his boner as best as he could while they made
their way to the lavatory, following Jean and praying silently.
Tongues roamed mouths, exploring every nook and cranny, and opening both of the
boy's ears to new intimate sounds they'd both had (wet) dreams about. Eren's
little moans continued to harden Jean's genitalia; while Jean's growling left
Eren lost in this new sound. Leaving a little love bite on the side of Eren's
neck, Jean slid his way down Eren's body, reopening the gates that were Eren's
pants to reveal the bliss of his dick.
Since they had the privacy to do so, the two males stripped themselves of their
pants, giving easier access. Jean knelt before the brunette boy he'd met
approximately four hours ago (where had the time gone?) and coiled his fingers
around the erect member that reminded him of a microphone. Except he knew the
sound wouldn't be coming from there, it would be flowing out of Eren's lips.
Using his tongue once more, Jean moistened the entirety of Eren's penis,
starting and ending at its tip. His lips found their beginning at the tip,
licking it again as well as sucking it lightly. Eren ran an erotic commentary
made of moans and whimpers as Jean moved his lips further down, getting ever
closer to Eren's balls. Figuring Eren was close to releasing his liquids, Jean
tried to get everywhere, caressing Eren's balls and finishing with what he
hoped would send Eren into a song of lust.
Once Jean had arrived at the end of Eren's dick, he moved his lips up and down
slowly at first, letting his neck move his head faster and faster, bobbing his
head and getting it to touch the back of his throat. Eren seemed to be joining
a choir, letting random notes escape his throat, his fingers tangling
themselves in the nest of Jean's hair and encouraging his head. After what
seemed to Jean like forever, and to Eren not long enough, Eren ended his
serenade with a long moan as semen shot forth from the end of his penis. Jean
knew those in the cabin could hear, and he felt the need to re-enter and bow,
offering his services to all the horny men out there, but he couldn't.
And so, with Eren just behind him, he sauntered out of the toilet after calming
down and cleaning both him and Eren up. Breathing became more controlled, and
the two sinners made their way to their seats. Ever the gentleman, Jean stood
aside, gesturing for his lover to be seated. Winking as Eren went past, Jean
too slid into his seat and fastened his seat belt.
Minutes later, flight attendants rolled trolleys down the aisles, bringing
offers of tea or coffee. Eren spoke up before Jean could, asking for a coffee.
Eren seemed to be so uncertain about coffee that Jean almost wanted to laugh.
Perhaps he'd unnerved the boy by bringing his gay out into the open?
Eren turned to Jean with an odd look in his eyes. Jean chuckled and patted Eren
on his soft hair.
"You did well, little trainee," Jean smirked at Eren, and casually reached his
left hand across to stroke the area in which Eren's penis was hidden.
Innocently smiling, Eren nodded, getting closer to Jean. Jean leaned in,
thinking Eren was about to give him a little peck on the cheek. However, Eren
just brought his lips to Jean's ear and whispered the words: "This is called
payback, you dirty little homo."
And with that, stinging hot liquid was poured onto Jean's crotch, with a little
kiss like Jean had expected, followed by Eren's hand slipping under Jean's
waistband.
Jean could already feel his pre-cum (as well as the already fading pain), and
he closed his eyes, not wanting the flight to ever end.
End Notes
     Mahalo (there's a little Hawaiian for you all) for reading!
     Now I know my writing isn't a godsend, so please leave me some
     feedback as to how I can improve my ways of EreJean writing!
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