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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Jean_Kirstein/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Jean_Kirstein, Eren_Yeager, Keith_Shadis, Mikasa_Ackerman
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Name-Calling, Doggy_Style, sex_in_a_stable, Horny
      Teenagers, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 2 of On_Your_Knees_and_Every_Which_Way
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-20 Words: 2175
****** Dog Style ******
by ideation
Summary
     Eren and Jean get caught fighting and are banished to clean the
     stables. Predictably, teenage loathing and hormones get in the way.
Notes
     This is the first of the prequel chapters for On Your Knees, For Me.
     Essentially, it's just an excuse for me to write a ton of smut
     centering around Eren and the 104th. Je ne regrette rien.
It was a stupid fight.
But really, all of Eren and Jean’s fights were stupid. The other trainees often
speculated that it was actually physically impossible for the two to interact
without causing a ruckus.
So when Jean and Eren started going at it in the middle of the mess hall, fists
and epithets flying, the general reaction was to simply move the food to a more
secure location. Even Mikasa had long since stopped trying to quell their
anger, reasoning that it was better to just let them vent for a while.
No one realized that Keith Shadis was watching through a crack in the door
until he strode in, grabbing Jean and Eren by the scruffs of their necks and
glowering dangerously.
“What is the matter with you both,” he growled, ignoring the struggles of the
two boys. “You still have the energy to fight after a day of training?”
“Eren was trying to kill a spider on Jean’s face, sir,” said Mikasa quickly.
“Don’t start with me, Ackerman,” said Shadis. He turned back to the squirming
boys. “And you two, if you have all this spring in your step, maybe you haven’t
been worked hard enough.”
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“This is all your fault, Eren,” muttered Jean, angrily stabbing a mound of hay
with his pitchfork. The stable smelled musty, filled with the quiet nickering
of the horses and, now, the disgruntled grumblings of teenagers.
“My fault?! You were the one who started it, Jean. As always.”
“There you fucking go again, you always have to get on my last nerve, don’t
you?” Jean jabbed viciously at another hay pile, less than an inch from the
other’s foot. Eren jumped back and swore.
“What the fuck, Jean? You almost stabbed me!”
“That was the plan, yes!”
Eren’s fist collided with Jean’s left cheek, splitting his lip and sending him
stumbling backwards. Jean tossed his pitchfork away and launched himself at
Eren with a strangled sound of fury and the two started tussling in the hay,
rolling about in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand. They grappled for
a few minutes, both too angry and too mindful of accidentally letting Shadis
know (again) that they were fighting to say much beyond strained grunts and
whispered swears. Eren finally managed to pin Jean down, grinning in furious
triumph over the other boy, when all of a sudden he paused.
“The fuck is that-”
“Stop moving,Eren-”
“Is that your dick on my ass?”
“I said stop moving,you absolute prickfrace,” snapped Jean, gritting his teeth
and looking all at once embarrassed and murderous. Per usual, Eren ignored him
and rolled his hips down and - yes, that was definitely an erection.
“You got turned on in a stable, Jean? Figures,” said Eren with a smug grin.
“I got turned on because you started fucking rubbing yourself all over me, so
why don’t you shut your damn mouth.”
“Rubbing myself all over you? You mean like this?” Jean’s breath actually
hitched when Eren rocked back onto the growing bulge in his pants again,
despite his attempts to stifle the sound quickly. Damn Eren Jaeger for being
the insufferable whore that he was, and damn Jean for indulging himself in the
depravity. That they were hormonal teenage boys did nothing to soothe his
indignation; Eren was his mortal enemy, the suicidal bastard who thought he
could fight Titans single-handedly, the one who got on every last one of Jean’s
nerves. He wasn’t supposed to be fucking a guy like that, but history spoke for
itself.
And history tended to repeat.
So Jean canted his hips upwards, took his small satisfaction in the surprise on
Eren’s face before using the opportunity to break free of Eren’s grip and push
him into one of the bales of hay. He looked vaguely pissed now that Jean was
the one leaning over him, the one who was controlling the situation, or so Jean
would like to think. But at the very least he wasn’t the only one with an
obvious boner anymore.
“What are we gonna do if Shadis comes in?” asks Eren.
“Then I’m blaming everything on you, because it’s entirely your fault anyway,”
replied Jean without missing a beat.
“You know, we don’t haveto fuck, you’re free to leave anytime.”
Jean knew. He knew and that more than anything bothered him, because leaving
was the last thing on his mind.  At least he could rationalize it somewhat by
convincing himself that fucking Eren was infinitely preferable to doing chores.
“Shut your damn mouth,” he muttered, pushing Eren further into the hay as he
stood and walked the short distance to the shelf that held bottles of lamp oil.
Most of them were half-empty at best, and Jean wondered how much of the
depleted stock had actually been used for their intended purpose of lighting
lamps.
He turned around, and once he registered what he was looking at he almost
dropped the oil. There was Eren, pants down around his ankles, stroking his
cock languidly and letting his fingertips ghost over his exposed, twitching
hole. Jean swallowed thickly and shifted as blood started flowing decidedly
southwards.
“You couldn’t even wait, Eren?” asked Jean in disgust. Eren just shrugged,
nodding towards the bottle in Jean’s hands.
“Just get over here and gimme that.”
Jean rolled his eyes, walking over and dropping the bottle beside Eren in the
hay unceremoniously. “Try not to spill it all over yourself this time, yeah?”
“That was one time, Jean, don’t be a twat about it,” said Eren irritably,
uncorking the vial and dribbling several drops over his fingertips. Jean
growled, grabbed Eren by the hair and tugged him forward onto his knees,
ignoring the surprised yelp from the brunet.
“Why don’t you do something with that mouth of yours that won’t make me want to
punch it,” said Jean. Eren snorted, hooking his fingers in Jean’s waistband and
tugging them down until his dick was free.
“There are nicer ways to ask for me to give you head, Jean.”
“Like I’d waste them on you,” Jean shot back, though he did stop pulling Eren’s
hair so harshly. It was about as nice as they could get to each other, truth be
told.
Jean let out a long, shaky breath when Eren’s lips closed around the head of
his cock, watching as the brunet brought his oil-slicked fingers behind him to
probe at his hole. Eren really looked ridiculous, with stalks of hay clinging
to his messy hair and his mouth stretched around Jean’s length and his flushed
cock dripping precome onto the stable floor. What was the term? A hot mess,
that’s what Connie called it. Except no, Jean didn’t want to think of Connie in
this situation, would have gone limp if it was anyone but Eren’s mouth wrapped
around his dick. Even though he loathed Eren he couldn’t deny that his fellow
trainee gave amazing blowjobs. Maybe a little sloppy for his taste, but you
couldn’t have everything.
It wasn’t long before Jean decided that Eren looked like he was enjoying
himself far too much and pulled the brunet off his dick, stomach fluttering at
the sight of the thin strand of saliva still connecting it to Eren’s mouth, his
half-lidded eyes and gently heaving chest.
Oh yeah, hot mess was definitely the phrase for it.
“Turn around,” said Jean hoarsely, and wasn’t that strange? He wasn’t the one
who’d just had a dick halfway down his throat; there was no excuse for his
voice to crack like that over Eren. “On all fours.”
“What, you don’t want me to ride you, Jean?” asked Eren sweetly, eyes glinting
in mirth.
“Just shut the fuck up and do it, Eren.”
Once Eren was in position Jean knelt behind him, picking up the bottle of oil
and pouring some into his palm. He slicked his cock slowly, taking the time to
look over Eren in his entirety. He was shaking slightly, probably from the
draftiness of the stable, possibly in anticipation; his back was curved in a
gentle arc in this position, shirt hiked up just above the swell of his
asscheeks, and Jean could see every faint bruise on Eren’s toned legs from the
3D Maneuver Gear straps. A submissive Eren Jaeger; not a sight one saw every
day. It was only natural that Jean should savour the moment.
He wanted nothing more than to start fucking Eren, but curiosity won out; Jean
wouldn’t be surprised if Eren had done a half-assed job in preparing himself -
excuse the pun - given how impatient he seemed, and he didn’t want to risk
hurting either of them by just shoving in there. He stroked the puckered hole
with the tip of his middle finger, watching in fascination as it sank inside
with just a bit of pressure. Eren jolted, making a small noise in what might
have been surprise. It was warm inside, soft and slippery from the oil; so he’d
done some sort of a proper job after all.
“Your dick’s a lot smaller than I remember,” huffed Eren, and Jean could
practically see the snarky grin that was no doubt spreading across his stupid
face.
“You sure you wanna get smart with me, Eren?” Jean hissed, crooking his finger
up just so and rubbing against that spot that made Eren’s legs tremble. “I’m
just making sure you did a good enough job stretching yourself, god knows
you’re incompetent enough to mess up a simple task like that-”
“I swear, Jean, if you don’t put your cock in me right fucking now I will beat
you into next week,” gasped Eren, turning to glare at the other boy over his
shoulder.
The corner of Jean’s mouth twitched up into that peculiar half-smile, half-
grimace that only ever seemed to surface in Eren’s presence, but he didn’t
respond to the threat. He simply placed his hand flat between Eren’s shoulder
blades and pushed, pushed until Eren got the hint and lowered his upper body
down to the floor. More stable that way; less of a chance of his arms giving
out. Plus, it gave Jean a sick sort of satisfaction to see Eren’s face pressed
down in the dirt, so to speak.
Jean removed his finger and lined up his cock, entering him slowly; Eren
inhaled sharply, tensing at the intrusion before he forced himself to relax.
Jean pressed himself against the line of Eren’s back as he pushed in to the
hilt, breathing heavily against his nape as they both took the time to adjust.
Jean started slow, thrusting shallowly, gripping Eren’s hips so tightly he was
almost certain there would be bruises. Eren’s breath came a little faster now,
fingernails scraping against the floor as he felt Jean’s cock slide in and out
of him, slowly, teasingly. The gentle pace didn’t last long; soon the stable
was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, Jeans’ harsh panting and
Eren’s futile attempts to keep his voice down.
“F-fuck, Jean, not- there! Fucking hell, there, right there, please,” he
babbled, grinding himself back desperately onto Jean’s cock. Jean chuckled,
sliding his hand up Eren’s chest to close his fingers loosely around the
brunet’s throat.
“Look at you,” he murmured, breathing hotly over the shell of Eren’s ear. “I
may have a horse face, but what are you? You’re just a bitch in heat, Eren. A
pretty little dog.” Eren shivered, clenched around Jean’s dick as heat pulsed
through his body. He couldn’t even argue, didn’t want to do anything except
drown in the pleasure.
Jean kept up the brutal pace, relishing every moan and curse and breathless
plea for more that spilled from Eren’s mouth. Eren’s hand made its shaky way
down to grasp his neglected cock, jerking it desperately in time with Jean’s
thrusts. Sweat dripped down the slope of Jean’s nose, soaking into the collar
of Eren’s threadbare shirt, and on a crazy, hazy, lust-filled impulse, he
leaned down and kissed Eren’s nape, licking and biting at the skin bared
enticingly before him.
“J-Jean!” Eren choked out, back arching sharply as the other boy’s mouth marked
up the sensitive flesh.
Jean’s movements became more frantic as his orgasm approached, spurred on by
the eager way Eren was fucking himself onto his cock. He pulled Eren close, the
fingers that had been wrapped around Eren’s neck now digging crescents into his
shoulder.
“Eren,” he gasped, pushing in as deep as he possibly could and pressing his
mouth against the brunet’s neck mindlessly. “Eren, fuck, you bastard, I’m-”
Jean tensed, his words dissolving into a choked groan as he came inside Eren.
Jean leaned heavily on him, thrusting shallowly as he rode out his climax. Eren
followed soon after, spilling thick streaks of white over his hand. The two of
them lay in a crumpled heap for a few minutes, waiting for their breathing to
settle back into a comfortable rhythm.
“Jean?” said Eren quietly.
“Yeah?”
“Can you get your dick out of my ass now?”
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