eldia

15 | yours truly

cw: masturbating, dry humping, graphic details, etc.

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Jean was sat on the tile of the shower floor. His sluggish back was rested against the wall and his legs were laid out in a lazy manner.

His eyes were shut like he was slowly dozing off but his mouth was still moving. He kept repeating the same thing over and over. "You're so pretty."

He kept tilting his head back and you'd get scared he'd end up drowning himself under the running water if his neck was bent at the right angle.

"Okay, we need to sober you up or else this isn't going to work." You sigh, exhausted from trying to get him to stand up.

You were normally pretty strong but his body felt like it was being held down by imaginary weights. As much as you pulled and tugged, he would not move from that position.

You grab a glass of water and practically force him to drink it. You shut off the overhead falling water in the meantime. He whines. "Heyyyyy, I was using that."

You sit down in front of him. "You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" His shirt was already completely off and thrown off to the side. His pants, however, were still very much on and stuck to his legs as they soaked up all the water that spilled onto them.

"I'm hot." He groans, his eyes never coming open. You don't blame him for feeling that way. He was doused in hot water and the steam filled up on the tiny bathroom and made it feel like a sauna.

He begins to fumble with his belt which was still very much attached. "I need to take my pants off."

Now it was your turn to get hot and not just because the room was warm. It felt wrong to watch him take off his pants and it felt even more wrong to help him do it, especially since he's more asleep than awake.

"Y/n," He continues to complain. "I need help."

In all your years of knowing him, you had never seen Jean drunk. Much less, this drunk. It was pretty adorable to say the least.

He had a pink cast over his face that was mostly prominent on his cheeks and nose. His eyes were shut a majority of the time and even when he had them open, you couldn't really tell the difference because his lids looked heavy.

He also compliments you non stop. Which you aren't complaining at all about that.

He pretty much turns into a big baby which doesn't surprise you because your brothers were the same. It was really the only time you saw them hug eachother or tell eachother I love you. Which honestly is kinda sad.

"You got it." You say looking away. It felt like an invasion of privacy. As much as you would normally love to see Jean naked, him drunk on the bathroom floor is not quite how you imagined it.

As you have your head turned away, you hear the sound of a metal clasp come undone and the sound of a zipper shortly after.

Your finger curl into your thigh as a distraction. A huge part of you just wanted to step out the restroom and let him do his thing but he was so out of it that you were scared he'd slip and fall.

Then there's the sound of pants being thrown across the bathroom and landing right on the sink in front of your averted eyes.

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.

"Y/n."

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Yes?" You say still facing away from him.

He doesn't say anything which for a moment worries you but you still refuse to look that way. You repeat yourself louder this time. "YES?"

Again, nothing. You figure he might've fell asleep but when you turn to check, he is the exact opposite.