Senior Year [ SNK / EREJEAN ]

Chapter 3

Eren bit down on his bottiom lip, nearly able to feel the boy's hot breath on his neck.

"Let me go, jackass." The brunet hissed through gritted teeth, squirming underneath Jean's grasp. Eren was sure as hell embarrassed out of his mind at the fact that he couldn't escape underneath Jean- years of hard classes did not prepare him for this.

"'Let me go?' So you aren't going to fight me?" Jean's expression was one of mock surprise as he only pressed Eren against the wall tighter, closing the distance between them. "What a shame, Jaeger... Can't even beat me? And to think that you would've ended up kicking my ass," He teased, the corner of his lip curling up into an evil sneer. He still did not show any intention of letting Eren go, however.

The shorter boy didn't know why, but those three sentences seemed to inflame him even more. He could feel his own temperature rising, as more and more angry feelings began boiling deep in his body. With one surge of strength, Eren lifted up his arm- freeing it of Jean's grasp- and threw his fist straight at Jean's face.

A disturbing noise was heard as it made contact- a mix between a squish and a crack- and Jean was seen stumbling backwards, holding his nose. Eren was frozen, still with his back pressed tightly against the wall, utterly surprised at what he just did. Sure, it was just a single punch, but the fact that it had actually connected with Jean's nose and managed to hurt him was simply amazing.

"You... You.." The taller boy hissed, a hand over his nose. Flashes of red could be seen from time to time as Jean inspected what was on his hand. Blood, without a doubt. Jean could only hope that his nose wasn't actually broken. He yanked down a sheet of paper towel from the nearby dispenser- the only time he would actually use one- and held it up to his nose. Within seconds, the dark brown shade of the paper towel was soon stained into a wine red. "Go to hell, Eren."

A shout from the brunet. A flutter and crackle of balled-up paper. In seconds, Eren was on the floor with Jean hovering above him. The brunet had hit his head pretty bad, but the way that Jean was pinning his arms and legs down prevented him from getting his payback.

"You're gonna get it now, Jaeger," Jean said, his nose still bleeding; although not gushing out blood like it had been minutes before. His fist soon made contact with the side of Eren's face, eliciting a shout from the boy.

"Fuck you!" Eren's leg kicked out suddenly from underneath Jean, unknowingly making contact with his crotch.

It had already been awkward- what with Jean above Eren on the ground and all that- but it seemed as if Eren had managed to make it even more awkward- awkward to the second degree.

"Get... Your knee away from my dick, please." Jean mumbled, as if taking a pause from the fight they were supposed to be having. He just couldn't stand that friction- uncomfortable friction that he supposed he shouldn't even be secretly enjoying buthedidanyway.

Eren didn't know why Jean had froze, at first, but he quickly regained his senses and was able figure out why. "'Please?' Being polite now, aren't we?" Eren questioned, grinding his knee harder against Jean's crotch whilst smirking. Of course, the brunet didn't know why he did what he did- maybe he enjoyed it when Jean looked so helpless. Maybe he was just enjoying the entire situation.

"I-I'm warning you," Jean bit back a moan, although he made no attempt to even move away from Eren or move the other boy's knee himself. Fuckfuckfuck it feels so good. It's not supposed to feel this way ohmygod. His mind and senses were going into overdrive.

Eren did not seem to like the other's response, for this time, instead of moving his knee- he moved his lower body upwards in a skillful hip roll. "Goddamn, Jean," He murmured, feeling the other's growing arousal.