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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, Connie_Springer, Reiner_Braun
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Silly, like_very_very_silly, vague_consent_issues_maybe, dream
      gore, dream_horse_riding, Language, Community:_snkkink
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-12 Words: 3282
****** Go The Fuck To Sleep ******
by Variabile
Summary
     For this prompt on the kink meme:
     For whatever reason, Jean and Eren are sharing a bed. They both have
     wet dreams and begin to unconsciously grind against each other...
     until one of them wakes up.
     Connie is being a little shit, Eren is having vivid dreams of
     carnage, Jean is living a confusing life. All in all, just another
     evening for the 104th.
Notes
     The title is an exhortation for myself. Maybe tomorrow I'll think of
     a better one. In the meantime, have this.
     Have I mentioned today I hate Eren Jaeger because I do. He pulls out
     my cute silly side with a vengeance I just. He's the son I never had.
     It's lucky I never had him because it would make writing porn of him
     rather awkward.
See the end of the work for more notes
It's general opinion it is hard to keep on hating somebody if you have to go to
sleep with them every night and wake up with them every morning. Shadis shares
this opinion.
Jean thinks his parents' marriage is proof of how patently untrue that general
opinion is. Eren, with all his intense dislike for Jean, might have snickered a
little when he expressed the concept. Shadis told them both to shut the fuck
up.
In the end it's totally their fault, for picking that fight not twenty minutes
after Shadis told them next time he caught them was going to give them a week
of shared bunks (the fight was about whose fault it is they fight so much, in
case you're wondering).
Not that they're going to admit it, or try to take this as a learning
experience of any kind. As Eren's head peeks up the bunk and looks at Jean, all
sprawled on it, all they do is stare nastily at each other, both thinking of
the best way to throw the other on the ground while he sleeps without it
looking like it's their fault.
Jean begrudgingly moves to the side only when it becomes crystal clear that
nobody wants to risk punishment by exchanging bunks with Eren. He's still
taking up too much space with his stupid body, in Eren's opinion, and Jean
tells him that he can go fuck himself and this is his bunk, and Eren shoves
him, and Jean shoves back, and there's a brief scuffle.
"Jeez, you guys could at least wait for lights out before starting to fuck."
Somebody, probably Reiner, snickers.
For a long second, they stare at each other in horror, going more and more red.
Jean reacts first - he shakes Eren off and leans from the side of the bunk,
down to were Connie sleeps.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
"Well, the moment Eren got up there that bunk started creaking and shaking like
nobody's business. I mean, you weren't even trying to be sneaky about it."
This time, Reiner full out laughs, and more snickers and chuckles add to the
chorus.
"We were fucking fighting!" Eren answers, leaning next to Jean.
"Hey, don't yell in my ear, idiot," Jean mutters, with less heat than he would
use normally, since he's focusing all of his anger into glaring at Connie.
The rest of the barracks takes this as cue to explode into comments and
laughter.
"Oh, that's how they call it nowadays? Fighting?"
"Such passion! Such fire! You got yourself one hot little thing up there,
Jean."
"I'll warn you, they're pretty traditional down in Shinganshina, Jean, and Eren
is a honorable maiden."
"Yeah, Kirstchein, do what you want, but his sister will make you marry him if
she finds out."
The combined forces of Jean's and Eren's death glares is enough to shut up the
rest of the kids, but Connie is made of tough stuff. He raises his hands in a
gesture of mock surrender and beams brightly at them.
"I'm happy you're getting laid, Eren, brother, but don't interfere with other
people's shuteye. You can wait until we're all asleep tonight before making
your beloved yours."
"I am going to kill you now," Eren announces.
He looks like he would be perfectly capable to, and he would launch himself
bodily down at Connie from the bunk if Jean didn't grab him by the shirt.
"The fuck you're doing?"
"He's just trying to get a raise out of us, right? So when Shadis comes for
lights out he'll catch us out of the bunk and we'll be punished even more."
Eren blinks at him.
Jean bites back a comment on how idiotic Eren is, because he really is fucking
tired, and Shadis is actually coming to check soon, and he doesn't need to have
points detracted because of Eren.
"Just go to sleep." He regales Eren with his best evil grin. "Tomorrow we'll
think of something good, teach him to fuck with us."
Eren answers with a cruel smile of his own. Jean has a lot of faults, like, a
massive amount, but if one good thing can be said about him is that he's an
extraordinary accomplice for practical pranks.
"Connie, you're dead meat!" Eren yells down before pulling back.
"Wow, giving up on the fight because Jean told you so? The wifey's got your ass
whipped, Eren."
"Connie, stop it. If they start fighting for real they're keeping us up all
night," Marco points out, putting a end to it for the time being, since they're
all too tired to find the idea entertaining.
Eren is still death-glaring at the world at large, and Jean sighs, deciding
that if he isn't reasonable then no one is going to be.
"Look. This is the middle of the bunk, right?" he says, drawing a line on the
mattress and carefully placing a spare strap on it. "We put this here, and this
will be like, I dunno, Wall Sina, and I'm in the Inner City and you're in Wall
Rose."
Eren narrows his eyes at him and pushes the belt towards Jean.
Jean rolls his eyes.
"Whatever," he says, and lays down on the bunk, giving his back to Eren and
resolving on ignoring him until morning.
Jean shuts his eyes tight and grits his teeth as he feels Eren, behind him,
tossing and turning, again and again. Let it go, Jean, this is not his bunk,
he's got a right to be uncomfortable, he repeats himself. It's just for a week,
you can survive a week, right? Come on. The MP doesn't share bunks.
Luckily, Jean really is tired, and even his anger can't keep him awake. He ends
up falling asleep even before lights out.
---
Being in bed next to Jean turns out to be surprisingly easy. He sleeps like a
log, rolled just once to face Eren when he was already fast asleep.
Eren sighs, vaguely bothered that Jean is turning out to be a decent bunk
companion. If he had made a lot of noise, or at least stole the covers, Eren
would have had a good reason to throw him on the floor first thing in the
morning.
He lays on his back and puts his hands behind his head as he closes his eyes.
Jean's body seems pleasantly warm and smells kind of nice for a boy, but like
hell Eren's getting closer, especially because he needs to get out of the bed
in five minutes to fight the Titans.
Captain Levi is coming to shake him awake already.
"Kirstchein, Jaeger," he says, "You've been especially selected for a mission
by the Scouting Legion."
"Does he have to come?" Eren asks.
"He's the best on the 3dm gear," Levi answers.
Jean isn't complaining. He instead seems to find the idea of killing Titans as
interesting as Eren does usually. He's smiling an evil grin.
They ride into battle with the Scouting Legion. There are Titans storming them
from every side, and Eren flies through the air, screaming in pure joy, in a
cavalcade of blood and cruelty until there are at least one hundred Titans
laying on the grassy fields of Maria.
Eren lands. He is all covered in Titan blood, and he isn't sure where his horse
went. Luckily, Jean lands next to him and whistles to call for his own horse.
He's covered in Titan blood too, but the horse isn't freaked out because it's a
brave Scouting Legion horse, and Jean mounts and offers Eren to ride with him.
Eren accepts, but instead of sitting with his front to Jean's back, for some
reason he sits backwards, chest to chest against Jean, his face against Jean's
neck.
It should be gross, especially with the Titan blood steaming from their bodies,
but instead it's...Eren finds himself dragging his lips on Jean's neck,
pressing little kisses on it.
Jean isn't grossed out either. He looks at him with that evil grin before
kissing him on the mouth. They're pressed so very close, and the bouncing up
and down of the horse makes it so that they're rubbing against each other in a
way that makes Eren feel incredibly weird, warm and tingly all over.
"Jean, you're not looking where we're going," he points out.
"It's a Scouting Legion horse, it knows the way," Jean answers, like it is
obvious.
Jean grabs his butt to press him even closer, and Eren puts his legs over
Jean's for the same reason, his hands going to hold back on the saddle. He can
feel Jean's hard bulge pressed tight against his, rubbing against each other
with every bounce, and they kiss some more, with lots of tongue, and Eren
arches and moans Jean, Jean this is hot and -
Eren's eyes take a long moment to blink open, his mind to connect everything
together.
Some elements seem to have carried over from the dream that is already fading
from his memory - Jean's neck against his lips, and the warm, tight sensation
spreading from between his legs, and this is hot, Jean. Some things just don't
plain make sense for a moment: why is he sleeping with Jean? Even when he does
remember about the punishment, it still doesn't explain why he's all snugly
wrapped in Jean's arms, with his face against his neck and one leg thrown over
Jean's hips, even.
They must have rolled close at some point, somehow. To his great shame, Eren
can't even blame Jean - Eren feels the belt digging in his side, so they're on
Jean's side of Belt Sina.
He can't let Jean find him like this, fuck, he can't, he needs to...and then
Jean makes a little noise and moves and Eren thinks, oh, so that's where that
comes from and bites his lip because.
Because Jean's breath is quick and whimpery and his hips push with sudden
movements that make them grind against Eren and Eren wishes he could say that
he finds Jean's erection disgusting, how it's pressing against him through
flimsy night clothes, he really does, he wants to, but the thing is.
The thing is that there's an answering erection in his own pants, really hard
too, even going a bit damp at the tip, and whenever Jean presses forward,
blindly looking for friction on his own dick, completely wrapped up in what is
apparently the king of all lewd dreams, he ends up rubbing against Eren's, too.
Alright, let's...let's examine the situation, shall we.
He knows he tosses and turns a lot, and it's not uncommon for Armin to
unconsciously wrap his arms around him to keep him still - so that explains
that part. He tossed and turned and slid up to Jean, and as soon as he was
within reach, Jean threw one arm around him and pulled him close to keep him
still, probably without even waking up, and Eren unconsciously burrowed against
him, his hands making fists against Jean's chest and his face pressing against
his neck, until they reached their current state of being tightly wrapped
together in a cocoon of blankets.
And rubbing dicks through their clothes.
That never happened with Armin, Eren thinks stupidly as Jean jerks his hips
forward again, making tiny stars flutter at the edges of his vision.
Is Jean really asleep? Truly? His breath is fast but regular, and the weight of
his arms on his shoulders feels like the hold of somebody asleep, heavy and
without tension in the muscles, but he might be an excellent faker.
He can feel his pulse against his mouth, maybe. His lips brush against the line
of Jean's neck in a way that Eren refuses to call tender, until he can press
them against the underside of his jaw, where his pulse is. It's quick, but it's
regular.
Eren tries to turn his face to look at him, then, but Jean lets out a long sigh
at the sensation of his mouth on his neck that sounds definitely like somebody
asleep and jerks his hips against Eren's again and Eren has to choke back a
moan.
He never did this kind of stuff, awake or asleep - fuck Jean, he managed to
pervert him in his sleep, he should pull back and call him out on this, for the
fucking animal he is...
But then Jean moves again, harder now, and in some part of his brain that Eren
didn't even know he possessed a voice begs please, this is so good, fuck and
Eren suspects that's what happens if you ignore the development of your
sexuality until the age of fifteen, it basically just explodes one night all
over the closest person.
His sexuality could've picked a better person to explode over than Jean. But on
the other hand, Jean's body feels surprisingly familiar - and why shouldn't it,
he's been grappling and grabbing him more than anybody else, more than Annie,
even, since Annie just mostly tosses Eren ass over face - and Jean's quick
whimpering breaths sound so sensual, and the way he grinds against him is...
...fuuuck, it's so hot, so hot, his brain can process little else, and Jean's
dick feels big and hard through the clothes, his arms feel strong and his hips
narrow in the most pleasant way, his whole body slotting against Eren's so well
that Eren thinks they couldn't have managed it on purpose.
He finds himself pushing back on sheer instinct, giving as good as he gets,
making Jean let out little noises, making his breath get shorter and his pulse
spike and it's so pleasant to have so much power over him, to know that he can
make Jean into a wreck as much as Jean can make him into one...
...until Jean's hold around his shoulder tightens slightly and his breathing
stops completely for a second and then restarts, deliberate and deep, and he
makes a noise that is surprised and definitely the noise of an awake person.
Just as Eren is mid-push.
Eren freezes and tenses up. He doesn't even dare breathing.
"Eren?"
Jean's voice is insecure in the dark, confused beyond belief, but still heavy
with...with whatever this thing they're doing is. His dick, however, is still
very sure of itself against Eren.
"Eren, what the fuck..."
Jean's whisper is equal parts scared and angry and Eren feels a tiny bit of the
usual annoyance towards Jean - of course he would try to pin this fully on him,
but no, they're in this together, alright?
He straightens up, in an unconscious attempt at making himself taller he does a
lot around Jean - but the effect at the moment is that he rubs himself against
Jean's erection, and Jean moans and then covers his mouth with his hand.
But doesn't pull back. In fact, his hips slide the slightest bit closer again.
Oh, Eren thinks. Oh.
He grinds against Jean, slow, experimental, and Jean...Jean mutters shit
against the hand covering his mouth and seems to consider something and for a
long moment Eren is terrified and yet at the same time exhilarated.
And then Jean pushes back and Eren suppresses a moan of his own against his
neck because fuck it's about a thousand times better when they're both awake,
when they can settle on angle and strength and slot together even better, and
Eren tightens his leg around Jean's hips and Jean puts one hand on the small of
Eren's back.
Jean makes little stuttering noises on every intake of breath, and Eren's hands
are fisting his shirt and his mouth is open against the delicate skin of his
neck and the weirdest part is, it's not weird at all. It all feels so simple
and natural and intimate, and hot and intense and just too fucking good to be
real. Jean grabs his ass, pulling him close (Eren has a weird sensation of
deja-vu) and if Jean is allowed to grope then Eren is totally allowed to leave
a hickey on his neck.
He kind of really wants to.
Eren wonders if Jean knows he is awake too. If he thinks he's asleep the hickey
is gonna be one hell of a surprise.
Some fogged part of his brain tells him that it's kind of horrible to grind
against a guy you think is asleep, what the fuck Jean, what the fuck Eren, but
it's all not really important in the face of how loudly the this is so good, oh
fuck, so hot, Jean is so hot, I'm so close, keep going, I'm so fucking close...
part is yelling.
He sucks on the skin of his neck, and Jean must have a sensitive neck because
he can't help a little moan at this, how he presses against him harder, rubbing
wildly now.
Then he suddenly shudders and goes rigid and Eren feels wetness spreading
between them and his eyes flip open because Jean is coming, fuck and this, this
is what pushes him over the edge, the fact that he made Jean come, and he sees
stars again as he arches hard against Jean's body and just goes off like a
firework.
As he's still catching his breath and shaking with aftershocks, Jean says,
panting, "I know you're awake."
The phrase The horse knows where it is going pops into Eren's brain,
nonsensical, and he almost bursts into laughter.
"Good on you. Rubbing against a sleeping person is pretty gross."
"Like you were doing?"
Eren bites his lip. Touché, Kirstchein. Though Jean still hasn't released him
from the death grip on his ass so he's probably not that angry about it.
"I...I don't really...it's not like I planned on it," he ends up saying,
lamely. "I was having a dream and when I woke up we were already...doing this."
"In our sleep."
"Feel free to not believe me, but it's the truth."
"And you didn't stop because...?"
"Well, this never...I sort of...alright, I didn't know what I was thinking. I
was just...horny, I guess."
"Fuck, Eren, do you ever know what you're thinking? At all? This is not
something one just does, you know," Jean says, but his tone isn't angry, more
like tired and still somewhat confused.
Which is how Eren feels, too, at any rate.
Except his butt. His butt hurts.
"Squeeze my ass a little more kindly? It's not the blade handle, dick."
"Whoops, sorry."
Jean lets go of him and rolls on his back and Eren does the same.
"You didn't stop, either," Eren points out, because like fuck he's letting Jean
win. "And you touched my ass."
Jean sighs.
"Yeah, I...fuck, I tried, but...I just...it was just..."
"It was too hot," Eren concludes.
"Yeah, what the fuck?"
"I don't know. I just don't fucking know."
Eren moves a little and notices with an angry noise tiny Wall Sina digging into
his back.
"What are you squirming about?"
"The belt, wait a minute..."
He grabs it and throws it off the side of the bunk.
"Ouch! Shadis, sir, I'm awake, sir!" Connie yells.
Loud enough to wake up the rest of the barrack, who doesn't take it lightly.
"Hey, dickbag, I was sleeping!"
"Springer, the rest of the world can fap silently, you know!"
"I swear to God, Connie, if you wake me up again we're putting you to sleep
with the horses!"
"Who was it, Connie? Connie, you're getting it tomorrow!"
"I think you hit Connie," Jean mutters with laughter in his voice.
"Good," Eren says, and very generously lets Jean wrap his arm around his
shoulders like a prize.
End Notes
     I am not sorry, I lead a depressing life and I have a right to write
     silly things to cheer myself up, alright.
     I also have serious, involved things on my hard drive but I am so
     ashamed of it. Everything I write is terrible fluff or terrible angst
     or both, I'm just terrible all around. Also as usual English isn't my
     native language and I don't have a beta so if I write something wrong
     point it out, thank you, you're a babe.
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