Let Me Love You
“Pretend it’s Mikasa and not me. We both have dark hair, see?” he pulled on a lock while winking at a flushing Jean. “Fantasize, man!” Eren urged in an earnest whisper. The tone was absolutely determined Jean knew he had little choice.
So he let Eren do what was on his mind. Let Eren blindfold him on the bed. Let Eren cover up his naked body with a blanket.
He was going to protest about how fantasizing about a girl wouldn’t work because Eren was a male with a hot, hard body so very obviously masculine he’d have to be drugged to feel it was anything else but. Yet before he could voice his trepidation he felt a soft, gentle kiss on his lips and an arm and a leg wrap around him, a face press into his chest, the breath warm and comforting. So this was Eren’s bright idea, sleep blindfolded imagining the person lying next to him was the gal he was crushing on. Oh well. Might as well get forty winks and wake up early for another round in the morning, he thought.
But that was just the beginning. Just when he thought he was off to slumberland he felt soft kisses on his neck, soft nibbling on his earlobe, soft nipping on his shoulder, soft sucking on his cheek. Feather-like kisses covered his body from head to toe, alternating with warm breathing and blowing on his now ultra-sensitized skin as the blanket was lowered inch by inch. Wet, loving licks explored his inner thighs, the back of his knees, all the way down to moist suckling of his toes. At this point Jean was imagining it was her lips and tongue on him and got aroused to the point of wanting to come without being touched where it hurt the most.
By the time the delicate kisses reached his rock hard cock he was biting down on his lower lip, drawing blood. The sweet, velvety lips and ultra gentle touch were so different from the fierce and urgent blowjobs he’d grown to expect and enjoy. This time it was all about teasing. About worshipping. Ah, the cruel torment of it. A slow, slow burn. He feared he’d die from the excruciating pace of it. Long, thorough, unhurried silken licks up and down his penis and all over his balls made him feel like he had the most gorgeous, wonderful cock in the world deserving of complete adulation, of total adoration. The gentle sucking and prolonged deepthroating that followed was so leisurely and utterly giving Jean thought he’d black out from the extreme pleasure of it. He came in a powerful and voluminous orgasm, and came some more when he felt his lover eagerly swallowing every drop. Wow, just wow.
“Gods, Eren, that was incredible,” he fought for breath after it was over. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”
Eren was stretched out next to him, facing him on the narrow bed, a contented smile on his face. “T’was my pleasure.”
Jean gazed at him, traced his lips with a finger, massaged his cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Thank you, Eren,” Jean said with unabashed sincerity. Eren had been so good, so giving, so game. I love you, he wanted to add, but bit his tongue.
“You’re welcome,” was the reply. Eren looked so happy about making Jean happy the latter was deeply touched.
Jean gazed at him tenderly, lovingly. “Guess I owe you now.”
“You bet your ass.”
“Next time it’ll be me indulging your fantasy.”
“Would love to see you try,” the brunet replied with a naughty grin.
“Wait,” Jean backtracked, “Historia’s so damn tiny. How do I…oh my god…”
Eren was chuckling as he pictured the young man wearing queenly garments, a paper crown on his head. “You’re adorable, Jean. And clever. I’m sure you’ll find a way.”
Jean covered his face with both hands and groaned, “I’m so fucked…”
Laughter. “It’s okay,” Eren was feeling magnanimous. “Let’s go back to our usual erejean sex and am good to go.”
“That’s a relief,” Jean said, visibly relieved. “Come to think of it, you don’t need to fantasize about Historia. I mean, she loves you. She’ll have you.” All those private hand-holding sessions they held ostensibly to ‘retrieve memories’ must have ended up somewhere. I’m pretty sure you’re shagging each other already.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to get her pregnant. At least, not for the time being.”
“You have to learn to pull out. I’ve spoilt you, letting you shoot up my ass every time.”
“Pulling out’s the hardest…”
“For a wild boar like you. It gets easier once it becomes a habit.”
“Hey, don’t preach at me, Friar Jean. I just gave you the best blowjob of your life!”
“Can’t argue with that!” It was Jean’s turn to laugh. “Time for some shuteye. Good night, talented cocksucker,” he said fondly, caressing Eren’s cheek with the back of his fingers.
“Good night, horndog.”
They wrap their arms around each other and Eren promptly falls asleep. That night in bed, Jean felt happier than he’d had in years. There was Eren, who only a few minutes ago indulged his fantasy and was now spooned onto his back with an arm wrapped around his midsection. He thought of Sasha and Mikasa across the hall. Intuitive, perceptive Sasha, her instinctive understanding of the struggles, hierarchy and social order within the animal kingdom only eclipsed by her love for food. Mikasa, trusting Sasha to know how to navigate a tricky animal kingdom situation. He knew Mikasa only kissed him in hopes of making Eren feel jealous; the titan shifter was averse to PDA and never ever kissed Mikasa in public, not even during that life and death situation when Dina Fritz’s titan was about to devour him and Mikasa was leaning in for a kiss. Today it was all an act on her part but he could only feel gratitude for the girls’ willingness to use theater instead of force to solve his dilemma.
He wondered how Connie and Armin were doing in Ragako. They weren’t physically there but he knew that they, too, would have come up with something to help him out of that difficult situation he encountered at the market today.
These were friends of his, real friends. Friends who had his back. Friends in the Survey Corps. He remembered Marco, the best friend whose death prompted him to change his outlook in life. For the first time Jean was genuinely glad he joined the SC. All the humiliation and pain and fear and terror and anger and uncertainty was worth it, what with awesome friends like these.
He fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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