Connie waited in the twilight of the storage shed. Jean wasn’t even there yet, but the anticipation was killing him. A warmth pooled in his stomach, and he was blushing like a madman. He counted himself lucky that it was dark, nobody could see how flustered he got. Especially around Jean.
He had known for a while now that he felt this way about the taller boy, but he never expected to be able to act on it. The longer he waited, the more he didn’t want to do this. Jean didn’t deserve this, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. Well… neither did Connie to be honest. He had heard rumors of what guys did, but he didn’t have any “experience”. Again, he panicked. What if he made a fool of himself! That would be SO embarrass-
Suddenly, the door creaked as Jean entered the storage shed. Jean entered calmly, smiling at Connie. He had steeled himself for this on the walk over. All he had to do was close his eyes and pretend it was Mikasa. He strolled over to Connie and cupped his face, wiggling his eyebrows idiotically.
“Hope you weren’t waiting long?” Jean asked, instantly diffusing the tension. Connie erupted in a fit of giggles. This might be okay.
He replied “No” coyly, then reached up and tentatively kissed Jean. Jean didn’t have enough time to close his eyes, so when he kissed back, all he saw was Connie himself. Panic overtook Jean. What the hell was he doing?
This thought lasted briefly, before Connie let go gasping for air. He panted harshly, red rising to his cheeks again, eyes glassed over. Jean looked down. I did that to him? Connie went back in for another kiss, this time more searingly passionate then before. Connie ran his hands over Jean’s chest, trying desperately to unbutton his shirt. Jean started to moan, and ripped it off. A few of the buttons came loose, he’d have to find those later but right now there were more pressing matters.
Connie stood back for a few seconds to admire the view. It nearly made him breathless. He had only ever stolen glances at Jean shirtless for a few seconds in the morning right before their shower; it was never enough. He longed to see it up close and in person. Now that he had his wish, he drank it in. He trailed light, fluttering kisses down Jean’s chest, and went down on his knees.
Jean could only react to the hunger in Connie’s eyes. He had never seen him so lustful, so helplessly desperate for skin. With a significance Jean wouldn’t fully realize until later, it warmed something in his heart. However, right now he chose to close his eyes, thoughts straying to Mikasa. Would she be this gentle? Or would she be more rough and aggressive, choosing to ride him until…
Connie tugged his pants and boxers down all in one go. He stopped. The cool night air roused Jean’s burgeoning erection. Dumbfounded, Connie just sat there staring at it making Jean feel self-conscious.
“Connie!” he tried to get his attention. “Stop staring at it and DO something about it!” Jean’s arousal was fully erect now.
“But what would I even do.. oh god.” Connie put his hands in his face, fully embarrassed. He couldn’t believe he was losing his nerve right now, in front of Jean. He wouldn’t be surprised if the other boy just left right there. Jean just sighed.
“I don’t know! Treat it like you would yours! You’re the one who likes dick.” Jean just blurted out. Connie looked at him accusingly.
“Look, this isn’t easy! Just tell me if I’m doing it right okay?” He took Jean’s erection in his hand and gave it a teasingly light tug. As if it were even possible, his erection got harder.
“Yes, that’s fine! That!” Jean panted. His hands scrambled for purchase on the wall behind him. Connie continued to jerk him off, concluding that Jean’s penis was about the same as any other penis, including Connie’s.
Just as Jean was really getting in to it, bucking his hips and all, Connie slowed his hand and opened his mouth. He licked from the head all the way to the base, earning another groan. Connie’s own erection strained at his pants, and he palmed himself through them. He imagined Jean’s hands all over him, stroking at his erection and even further down. Connie moaned and engulfed Jean.
Jean reached for Connie’s head to steady himself, and in the midst of his fantasy, reached for soft, black hair. However, he got Connie’s rough head instead. Jean stroked Connie’s nape before he thrust his hips forward.
Connie moaned around Jean and started to bob his head in time with Jean’s thrusts. Jean felt it coming and tried to warn him.
“Stop, Connie st-ahhh” Jean grunted and thrust one last time. He went weak at the knees and sunk down to the floor.
When Jean regained his senses, he realized that he had come in Connie’s mouth.
“Shit I’m so sorry man!” Jean apologized profusely. He grabbed his shirt and began to wipe at Connie’s mouth. Connie just sputtered and leaned into Jean. After a while he caught his breath and smiled.
“That was amazing.” Connie said, confusing Jean even further. Jean looked down to see that there was a wet spot forming in Connie’s pants.
He grabbed Connie’s ass and pulled him into a hug, forcing him to straddle Jean’s legs. “You were amazing!” Jean exclaimed. At this, Connie’s face colored. He reached down and crashed their lips together, giving Jean a taste of what Connie had just experienced. Jean tried to return the kiss, but Connie pulled away.
“Actually I don’t just like guys Jean. I like you.” Connie said. He became flustered at his own words and hid his face in Jean’s shoulder. Jean just laughed and pulled him back into a kiss. Jean wasn’t gay, but neither was Connie. What did he call it? Bisexual. Yeah, Jean could imagine himself like that. Especially together with the guy hiding his face right now.
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Thanks for reading! I hope I didn’t write them too ooc.