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Jean collected his beer at the bar; paying the bartender he looks over the sea of people to find his friends. Spellbound is especially packed tonight. The loud pounding base and thrumming music swallows up most conversations. The tiny Goth bar is usually low-key but had recently gone through an extensive renovation to expand the dance floor. And every Goth in the tri-state area seemed to be here tonight.
VNV Nation, 'Electronaut', blared through the speakers. Through the flashing lights he spotted Bertholdt on the dance floor. The tall brunette was fairly easy to find being that he usually towered over everyone there unless they were wearing six inch lifts. Jean knew Reiner wouldn’t be too far from where Bertholdt was. He usually chose to watch him dance rather than participate. That is unless they were playing Rammstein or Ministry or something along those lines.
Jean found him leaning on the railing in the far corner. ‘Figures.’ He makes his way towards Reiner through the throng of people. He’s nursing a bottle of beer and holding a mug in the other hand. They make eye contact as Jean got closer, both nodding in acknowledgement.
He looked at Reiner’s drinks. “Double fisting it tonight?”
“Nah, this is Bertl’s. Bar got too crowded and he wanted to dance.” Reiner looks like he had just gotten out of work, still wearing a black button up and black dress pants. The top two buttons of his shirt undone, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. That was the best thing about Goths; they didn’t care what you wore just as long as you showed up.
“Where’s Marco?” Reiner questioned as he ogled Jean. He dressed in dark blue jeans, black and white chucks and a black t-shirt that read, ‘Tell Your Mom I Said Hi.’ ‘Nice.’ Jean was an ass when he wanted to be, but he was a good guy. You just had to get past the layers of cynicism, sarcasm and douche baggary to find it.
Jean brought his beer to his lips. “Marco had a ‘Team Builder’ (air quotes) after work to see who could kiss the bosses ass the hardest.”
They both knew how much Marco hated functions like that but always put on happy smile anyway. He showed up for the events but refused to kiss anyone’s backside for the sake of his job. Marco let it be known when he got home someone’s ass was getting fucked up within the next twenty-four hours after following these events. He wasn’t normally aggressive unless it was team builder time.
“Wonder who’s gonna get it this time.” Reiner smirked. Last time it was Bertholdt, bent over the washing machine. The time before Jean got it under the hood of his car as he tried to change the fan belt.
“I don’t know Reiner, looks like you’re up.” His eyes drifted back towards Bertholdt. He commanded a small corner of the dance floor and was always a sight to see when he danced. Depending on the tempo his movements flowed like water or raged like fire. Either way he was the most graceful majestic fuck on the floor. The music changed and ‘Megalomaniacal’ pumped through the club and Bertholdt began to move with the harsh rhythm.
He wore a tight fitted long sleeve black shirt, black skinny jeans (that made his mile long legs look even longer), a black studded belt with black Doc Martins. Reiner smirked knowingly as Jean watched his lover move. They had become a foursome about a year ago by pure accident. They had lived in the same house for three years prior to that day when Reiner walked in on Jean in the shower, startling both of them.
The beefy blond had just gotten back from the gym and was in dire need of a shower. He was stripped down to his gym shorts and just assumed it was Bertholdt in the shower. Jean had just shut off the water and pulled the curtain back when Reiner walked in.
Eyes wide as they stared at each other. Jean stammered, “S-sorry, Reiner. Our shower nozzle broke. I-I didn’t think it would be—“ that was as far as Jean got before Reiner had him lifted up against the tile wall fucking him into next week.
Both came clean to their other half over dinner that night, when Marco and Bertholdt confessed that Marco had gone down on him in the kitchen the week prior. Well, it just escalated from there.
Reiner slapped Jean on the back. “Hey, you mind taking him home? I’m not feeling it tonight.”
“Yeah, sure. You ok?” Reiner handed Jean Bertholdt’s drink.
“Yeah, just tired. Long day dealing with corporate bullshit.”
“And that’s why I work from home.” Jean tipped his beer. He did graphic design which only required him going into work once a week. Reiner did some IT nonsense that drove him nuts, but he was good at it and it paid well.
“Lucky bastard. See you at home.” Reiner squeezed past Jean heading for the exit grabbing a handful of ass as he went.
“Fucker.” Jean muttered at Reiner’s shit eating grin.
He focused again on Bertholdt. ‘Damn, he looks good tonight….aww, shit.’ The last time this happened he cracked some asshat over the head with a beer bottle for looking too hard at Bertholdt, even though both of their boyfriends were sitting right there. It wasn’t like Bertholdt couldn’t fend for himself. He just didn’t like anyone eye fucking him. Unless it was one of the three of them, that was different.
Bertholdt danced with abandon, but remained aware of the people around him. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt someone. He had begged Reiner to come out with him tonight so he could expel all this nervous energy that had built up over the last three weeks. Reiner agreed even though he was dog ass tired. Nervous energy and Bertholdt made for a rough night’s sleep.
He knew Reiner wouldn’t dance, he rarely did. His lover preferred to people watch instead. And he had been watching him all night. The gaze on him now, however, felt different. Lifting his eyes to where Reiner last stood, he was pleasantly surprised to see Jean in his place. Jean was more likely to come out and act a fool with him than Reiner or Marco would. Olive tinted eyes connected with light brown and received a smirk in return. Looking back down he smiled to himself and continued dancing until the song ended.
Making his way to where Jean was, was taxing. He could have forcibly moved people out of his way due to his height and build but found they moved for him on their own accord. “Excuse me”, got you farther than a few well-placed elbows. Goths, if nothing, were polite.
Jean handed him his drink. “Bertholdt, you are a hot sweaty mess.”
He took the mug, downing half of it. “Thanks.” He smiled sheepishly as he tried to cool himself. He knew his hair stuck to his forehead. He was practically drenched in sweat. “I’ll try not to lean against you. Marco not coming out tonight?”
“Nah, team builder night.” Jean finished his beer and they headed back to the bar.
“Ah.” Bertholdt nodded. ‘Someone’s getting railed tonight.’ “Where’s Reiner?”
“Went home. Said he was too tired. Pussy.” He glanced at Bertholdt seeing him pout a little as he finished his drink. He smacked him on him on the shoulder. “Just you and me tonight slim.” That made him laugh. Jean put his hand on his chest and ran it down the front of his shirt. “Jesus, Bertl, you are soaked.” He wiped his hand on the back of his pants. He secretly liked it when Bertholdt sweat. His brown skin and muscles were beautiful all glistening and shiny and begging to be touched. The sheen on Bertholdt’s neck beckoned Jean to run his tongue across it. Shaking his head lightly, he focused back on the task. “What are you drinking?”
“It’s called Angry Balls.”
Jean made a face. “Well, that sounds…painful.”
Bertholdt laughed. “It’s Angry Orchard and Fireball. Try it.”
Jean took a sip, eyebrows raised. “Not bad, want another?”
“Sure.”
“Hey, Danny! Let me get another Blue Moon, an Angry Balls and two Kamikaze shots.” Danny returned with the drinks and Jean gave him his credit card. “Keep it open.”
He handed Bertholdt a shot. “Drink up, Buttercup.”
“Thanks, Bubbles.” They shot back the liquor and took up their drinks. Bertholdt read his shirt. “Really, Jean?”
He shrugged and eyeballed Bertholdt’s belt. “I like it, suits you.” He ran his fingers around the studs at Bert’s hip.
“Should I wrap it around your wrists later?” He asked leaning into Jean’s ear. Jean wasn’t shy about his bondage kink.
Curling his fingers around the taller man’s belt loop, Jean weighed his options. “Maybe. How much have you had to drink?” Bertholdt’s lips got loose with just enough alcohol.
“About three of these so far. This makes four.”
Jean tugged him closer. “Let’s chug this, get another shot and then go dance, huh?” His lips pressed to Bertholdt’s ear. He could practically feel the blush rise in his cheeks.
They finished their drinks as Combichrist’s fast pace raging beats flooded the speakers. Jean wasn’t as graceful as Bertholdt but he could give two shits. They moved well together around their corner of the floor. They didn’t touch as they moved; this was not that type of song. Their eyes would lock briefly before one would turn away.
Some guy thrashing a little too hard had gotten too close to Jean for Bertholdt’s liking. The last thing he wanted was for Jean to get into a fight. This kid actually reminded him a lot of Eren Jaeger. That in itself would set Jean off being that he couldn’t stand the guy. He moved to put himself between the dance machine and his short tempered friend. The move worked and also brought him closer to Jean.
The tempo changed again slowing down a little bringing more people to the dance floor limiting their free range movement. Neither male felt like leaving and shrugged it off. Occasionally their hands brushed up against the other or they were bumped into causing them to move closer. At some point, when the rhythmic pulse changed again, Jean had his hand fisted in Bertholdt’s shirt above his waist. Bertholdt’s long fingers wrapped around Jean’s hip in a protective manner. They didn’t make eye contact, both looking down and to the side.
Bertholdt flexed his fingers, his thumb playing across the skin just under Jean’s shirt. The shorter man’s fist tightened in his shirt. He could feel the heat rolling off of Bertholdt in waves. The smell of his spicy slick skin caused him to inhale deeply. He closed his eyes leaning his head in towards the scent. The taller man bent so his mouth was at his ear. “Jean, I need a drink.” He licked his lips catching his ear in the process.
Jean shuddered turning his head towards Bertholdt. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.” His throat suddenly raw. He laced their fingers and dragged him through the crowd back towards the bar where he ordered two more drinks. Bertholdt’s large hand rested next to his on the bar. Jean felt him press against half of his body in a protective manner when a rather inebriated patron wandered a little too close. He looked up at the normally gentle giant as he glared at the guy stumble past them. His gray-green eyes hard on the drunk oblivious to the deathly stare upon him. Jean reached over and slid his hand down and around the back of Bertholdt’s thigh bringing the attention back to him.
The four of them were fiercely protective over each other. And this asshole was not one to be underestimated. He once took down someone twice Reiner’s size. He hated confrontation but he’d throw down if needed. Cold blazing eyes dropped to Jean’s light brown, softening instantly.
Jean didn’t move his hand. “You good?” He asked giving the muscular thigh a light squeeze.
“Yes.” Bertholdt sheepishly replied. “That guy is hammered. I didn’t want him bumping into you.”
“Dude, you looked like you were going to rip his head off.” Jean smirked.
Bertholdt flushed and shrugged. “I might have, had he touched you.”
Jean smoothed his hand over the back of his leg. “But it’s ok for you to touch me, right Bertl?”
He leaned into Jean’s personal space, “Right now, you’re the one doing all the touching.”
The smaller man turned himself towards the larger. He slid his hand around his side coming to rest on Bertholdt’s well-defined ass giving a firm squeeze. The look in his eyes conveyed a challenge.
Bertholdt accepted, stepping closer so that they were completely flush, he curled his fingers around the wrist that wasn’t attached to the hand currently palming his ass and gently twisted it until it was behind Jean’s back. Lightly give it a pull upwards, Jean closed his eyes and let a slight hitch leave his parted lips.
“Definitely going to have to restrain these grabby hands later.” Jean barely heard the words fall from Bertholdt’s lips, but heard them none the less, causing him to lean closer.
Danny returned with their drinks plus four shots, jarring them out of their little world. When receiving a confused stare from both of them Danny explained, “These are from Reiner. He bought them before he left.” ‘Bastard.’ Jean thought. Pushing the other two shots towards them he said, “These are on the house.” And gave a polite semi-bow.
They looked at the drinks then each other. “Well, bottoms up.” Bertholdt said as he handed Jean his shot.
“Later, definitely.” He let his eyes wander to Bertholdt’s mouth as he brought the shot glass to his lips watching him swallow the harsh liquid down, following the bob of his throat. Shooting back his own liquor, he licked his lips.” “Yeah, definitely later.”
Bertholdt smirked. Jean couldn’t place if it was devious; for one, he was well on his way to being inebriated. Two: Bertholdt was really good at holding in his true intentions unless he wanted them revealed.
Jean tried not to focus on that, instead diverted his attention to somewhere else. “So, if big crowds make you nervous, why do you come here?”
The taller man lifted his second shot and shrugged. “Because it’s usually not this busy. And the alcohol helps.”
“You know there are other ways to get rid of all your nervous energy.” Taking his shot as well.
Bertholdt laughed loudly. ‘Oh yeah, he’s drunk.’ It was hard to get a carefree laugh like that out of him.
“Jean, if you are suggesting I fuck it out of you, you wouldn’t leave the bed for a week. Reiner once thought that would work too. Once.” He smiles widely at the memory. “He wouldn’t let me near his ass for a month.”
“Noted. Not sure I want you near my ass now after that inspiring story.” Jean quirked a brow and moved onto his beer.
“Yes you do.” Bertholdt skimmed his long fingers down the front of Jean’s shirt hooking them in under his belt. “You want me deep inside you…your hands tied behind your back while I—“Jean silenced him by tugging him down and crashing their lips together. He pressed himself against Bertholdt as he lifted up onto his toes. ‘Fuck this guy for being so tall.’
Bertholdt drew back enough to look down at Jean, whose cheeks were flush. “I thought you wanted me to talk dirty to you. Isn’t why you’re trying to get me drunk?” Bertholdt had a filthy mouth when properly bribed with alcohol and dick. His lewdness rivaled Jean’s whorish mouth at times.
“Jean,” His name fell wickedly from Bertholdt’s lips, “When we get home, I’m going to fuck you up against your head board so that the entire house can hear it bang against the wall as I pound deep into your tight ass." His long fingers had come to tilt Jean’s pointy chin up and grip his neck gently. "And then I am going to fuck your throat raw so that every time you speak you’ll feel my cock on the back of your tongue.”
“God, I can’t wait.” Jean’s vision clouded over with lust and liquor. A waitress in four inch platforms, white striped thigh highs, a tiny ruffle tutu and black angel wings sauntered up to them with a tray of jello shots suggesting the blue raspberry one was delicious and that they should definitely try it. Bertholdt took the proffered jello shot. Opening Jean’s mouth he squeezed it in then proceeded to suck it off of his tongue. “Mmmm, she’s right. That was delicious.” He purred.
“Bertl, if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m gonna jizz in my pants right now.” Jean shuddered. And what was worst part was he hadn’t even begun giving him the sexual tongue lashing he knew Bertholdt was capable of.
“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” The waitress said in awe. And handed him another.
This time Bertholdt dipped his tongue into the shot scooping out the bright blue goo. Before his tongue could retreat into his mouth Jean’s lips were on his, hands pulling him in closer. “God damn.” They heard faintly in the background.
Jean pulled away, albeit unsteadily, “Dance now, before I decide to let you fuck me against the bar.” He laced long slim fingers in his own and started to walk away when he didn’t move he looked up at Bertholdt’s face to question why the fuck he was still leaning against the bar, and there was that damn smirk again. “No, it’s not happening. Get your colossal ass out here!” ‘This fucking guy.’
They danced for another thirty minutes, had four more shots before Jean announced he was ready to go by gripping Bertholdt’s face in both hands. “Bertl, I need you to tie me up and fuck me hard. Right. Now.” Leaning forward he took his plump lower lip between his teeth and bit down. He could feel the moan that escaped that delicious mouth as he let go.
Bert ran his tongue over his abused bottom lip. “Pay the tab, I’ll call an uber.”
Danny joked with him as Jean paid the bill, “Man, you’re gonna get it tonight.”
“God, I hope so.” Taking the stairs two at a time he reached the door just as their ride pulled up.
Bertholdt held the door open as the shorter man slid in across the backseat Climbing in beside him, he rattled off directions to the driver.
The two men stared at each other silently for a moment before lunging at each other. Jean tugged Bertholdt’s shirt free from his pants and slipped his fingers up under to play across well-defined abs. Large tan hands gripped his ass firmly through his jeans, pulling him towards him.
“Fuck.” Jean muttered against his lips. He was half pulled/crawling into Bertholdt’s lap. Gasping as lithe fingers knotted in his hair wrenching his head backwards. Bertholdt’s heated mouth attacked Jeans throat. Latching onto his neck, he sucked hard causing Jean to buck his hips forward. Jean snaked his hand into dark damp hair pressing him to continue.
“Damn it, Bertl.” Jean moaned and rocked his hips forward. The rumble against his throat sent a wave of heat throughout his body. His free hand fumbled with the belt he had been eyeballing all night. Pulling dark tresses he guided Bertholdt’s hot mouth back to his own, plundering inside. His hand managed to get the belt open as Bertholdt gripped his hips and rolled up into him.
“Ehem.”
Jean turned and glared daggers at the driver.
“That’s 23.78.”
Bertholdt shoved a handful of cash into the slot and proceeded to leave the car with Jean still attached to him. The second he stood up Jean’s long legs wrapped around his waist.
“Thanks for the show boys.”
Jean flipped the cabby off as he licked the side of Bertholdt’s neck. “Fucking pervert.” He mumbled. He was vaguely aware of the hands cupping his ass and walking up the drive towards their house. Hooking his fingers around the bottom of Bertholdt’s damp shirt, he yanked it up over his head.
“Goddammit, Jean.” The taller man growled, keys forgotten in the lock as he slammed Jean up against the door. One hand braced himself, the other still cupping the firm cheek in his palm. He leaned his head to the side as greedy lips sucked and hungry teeth bit at his neck, blunt nails raked down his back; muscles moving under the treatment. Jean managed to get his nimble hand between them shoving it down Bert's pants. “Jean,” he panted. “I am not fucking you against this door.”
Teeth bit down into golden brown skin, “Why not?” He could feel the hand on his ass grip him tighter.
“One, we will get arrested; Two, that pervert uber driver is still watching us.” When Jean opened his mouth to yell at the guy for being a creepy bastard, Bertholdt quickly shoved his tongue inside, stealing the scathing remarks and turning them into scandalous moans. They were all tongue and teeth. Bertholdt’s pants sat loose on his hips as Jean continued to grope at him. Finally managing to get the door open he shut it hard locking it behind him.
“You’re going to wake everyone.” Jean complained nipping at Bertholdt’s jaw.
“No, Jean; that will be you.” His voice low and gravely.
There was a low growl coming from the living room. Jean tensed as Bertholdt sighed. “Bertl.” The man in his arm clung a little bit tighter.
“Damn it, they forgot to put the dog in the kennel.” Bertholdt snapped his fingers once. “Naba.” The dog stopped growling. “Bed.” The large Rhodesian Ridgeback paused at the two men sniffing the air. She growled once more. “Hey.” The growling stopped. “He’s not going to hurt me. It’s only Jean.” Snorting, the protective hound made her way to her kennel.
Naba was Reiner’s dog. Bertholdt had bought her for his birthday two years ago but everyone knew she was his dog the second he picked her out. She trailed Bertholdt everywhere. He trained her to respond with the simple snap of his fingers. Naba loved Reiner and Marco, but was not a fan of Jean. However, she protected them all if they were threatened. One time a rather hostile someone came to their door looking for someone else. Jean was the unfortunate recipient of this bastard’s ire. Naba heard the commotion from the backyard and leapt over the fence and in between Jean and the verbally abusive douche.
“That dog hates me.” Jean muttered into the side of Bertholdt’s neck.
“No she doesn’t.” The lips against his hair whispered.
They heard the steady squeaking of a mattress and banging of a head board. “Ah, Fuck Marco!” Then the hard sound of a slap. “Again, Fuck!”
Jean chuckled, “Guess we don’t have to worry about that then.”
They made their way to the other bedroom undeterred by the minor setback. With his legs still firmly wrapped around Bertholdt’s waist, Jean pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. Bertholdt reached behind his back pulling Jean’s shoes off his feet as he attacked the sensitive spot at the juncture of his neck. A shaky moan left the smaller man’s throat.
Without warning, Jean was tossed onto his bed. The beautiful tan giant in front of him was breathing heavily; lips parted, chest heaving, eyes blazing as he leered at Jean like he was ready to devour him. Pants undone and hanging low on his hips, still in those damn Doc Martin’s.
Jean leaned up on his elbows, tilting his chin down, “You are not fucking me with your boots on. Take those off.”
Smirking, Bertholdt leaned down quickly unlacing his boots and toeing them off, never breaking eye contact with those smoldering honey brown eyes. Jean licked his upper lip before biting down on the lower.
Jean had a wicked tongue and only three others had firsthand knowledge on how well he used it when not verbally berating someone. Blow jobs were something he excelled at and was damn proud of it. The first time he gave Reiner a hummer he came in a minute thirty. That was saying something when said someone had stamina to spare.
Jean shucked his pants off and crawled towards the end of the bed. Reaching forward he grabbed at Bertholdt’s front pocket hauling him closer. Running his fingers over naturally caramel skin he could feel the muscles contract underneath. He stretched up and grabbed Bertholdt around the neck dragging him down to his waiting hungry mouth. His other hand dipped under the waist band of black boxer briefs.
Bertholdt let him have his way for a moment until Jean’s hands moved to his backside trying to push his pants down. Not breaking his lip lock, he tugged his belt through the loops. Gripping one greedy hand, then the other, the taller man brought them together in between them and wrapped his belt tightly around Jean’s wrists.
Jean broke the embrace with a sharp gasp. His eyes blown wide with anticipation and need connected with lustful olive eyes.
“I told you we were going to do something about your grabby little hands.” Bertholdt tightened the knot. “But that’s what you wanted isn’t it, Jean?”
He like the sound of his name on Bertholdt’s tongue. “For starters.”
“What else do you want?” Long slender fingers carded through ash-brown hair.
“I want your cock in my mouth.” Jean narrowed his gaze and licked his lips teasingly.
Strong hands tightened around his bound wrists pulling him closer. “How bad do you want it?” Jean’s hands were trapped between them pressed against Bertholdt’s abdomen. He flattened them and began kneading bronzed skin with the pads of his fingertips. Jean lowered his eyes and plastered an innocent look on his face when Bertholdt tilted his chin up. One slender brow arched at his expression. Jean leaned into him further, kissing the thumb that rested below his bottom lip, coaxing it into his mouth. He suck it lightly, letting his tongue roll and curl around it, nipping at it playfully. Jean smoothed his hands down heated flesh, pausing momentarily to appreciate the dip of Bertholdt’s flat belly button before continuing their trek. He curled his fingertips around his waist band and slowly pushed the fabric lower until it released the object of his desire.
Bertholdt’s breath hitched slightly as Jean wrapped his greedy lithe fingers around his length. The thumb in his mouth pushed down on his tongue as his head was tilted further back. “Innocence doesn’t suit you.” Jean’s expression immediately turned devilish as he grazed his teeth over his finger. “There we go.”
Jean gave the cock in his hand a few lazy strokes, which was difficult being that his hands were bound. Whatever, he made it work. He slide his thumb over the sensitive head earning a soft hiss and tug at his hair. Testing the hold on his hair, Jean leaned down to swipe his tongue over the slit collecting the tiny bead of fluid that gathered there. Bertholdt loosened his grip and allowed his lover to work his teasing tongue down his length.
Jean placed open mouth kisses around the base, occasionally nipping up the shaft between indolent licks. Fisting the base of Bertholdt’s impressive length, he wet his lips before swallowing him whole.
The man above him moaned lowly letting his head fall back as that glorious mouth began working him over. Bertholdt knew Jean’s tricks, knew his tongue well. Hollowing out his cheeks and lightly grazing his teeth over the head was always his favorite, the pleasure with the slightest bit of pain was maddening. It was also a night ender if it was done too many times and there was no way he was finished with this little badass anytime soon.
The mouth around his cock was avoiding that technique; clearly Jean didn’t want it to end before it began either. Instead he took Bertholdt’s length into his throat swallowing around it before flattening his tongue on the way back up. He latched onto the head giving the sensitive spot at the base of it several flicks of the tongue before swallowing him back down again.
The hand in his hair tightened again as Bertholdt’s hips jerked forward. Jean gazed up to see he was being watched. He hummed then released him with a wet ‘pop’. Licking from the base to the tip and back down again, he did once more before taking him in his salacious mouth. Hollowing out his cheeks, Bertholdt raised a brow, before going back down. The naughty gleam in his eyes intensified as he hollowed his cheeks again and scraped his teeth over the head of his cock, and then repeated the motion.
“Damn your filthy mouth, Kirstein.” Bertholdt glared and pushed Jean away from him and onto the bed. Stripping the rest of his clothes he opened the night stand draw. He didn’t need to be told where the lube and condoms were. Tossing them on the bed he reached down and grabbed Jean’s thin ankle yanking him towards the edge of the bed. He yelped as he scooted across the covers. Bertholdt knew Jean liked to be man handled and he was just drunk enough to do it.
Running his hands up long toned legs he paused at the juncture of his hips skimming his fingers over the last piece of fabric that stood between them. Jean wiggled a bit then gasped loudly as Bertholdt’s large hand palmed him firmly through his boxer briefs. Suddenly fingers wrapped around his waist band and yanked them down his legs and onto the floor. Undoing the belt around his wrists, he then crawled over the limber body. Toned arms immediately wrapped around his neck bringing him down into a ravenous kiss. Teeth and tongues clashed as Bertholdt dragged Jean up the bed.
Uncapping the lube he quickly coated his fingers as Jean spread his legs wide for him. Settling between his thighs he grazed his long fingers over the length of Jean’s cock while bringing his other hand to his entrance. He moaned into Bertholdt’s mouth as he slid one finger inside. His other hand curled around his length pumping it slowly as the other worked the finger inside him. Jean arched and bucked down signaling he wanted more. Bertholdt complied and added a second finger that immediately sought out his prostate.
Jean broke the kiss with a gasp and a shout. Kiss swollen lips mouthed and nipped down his neck. His fingers curled into dark damp tresses. Bertholdt rubbed against that sweet bundle of nerves relentlessly as he clamped down on his neck biting and sucking hard. “Bertl, fuck!” A litany of whines and curses followed as Jean scratched his blunt nails down the hard back muscles above him.
Bertholdt moved lower tonguing at the pierced nipple before him. Sucking lightly at it then teasing it again with a flick of his tongue. He took the barbell between his teeth and tugged. “Shhhiiiitttt.” Jean arched. “Stop teasing and fuck me already!”
Bertholdt removed himself quickly and Jean almost complained at the loss until he was pulled up with him. He’s hands gripped firm biceps. Even on his knees he still towered over him. His skin was so hot he swore he could see steam rising off of it. “You want me to fuck you?” Bertholdt’s low gravelly voice sent shivers down his spine.
Jean reached back groping for the condom not breaking eye contact, feeling like he was being swallowed whole by those lusty green eyes. He tore the wrapper and rolled it onto Bertholdt’s heavy length. “I want that colossal cock in my ass, now.”
Bertholdt smirked. That brought back memories. When they were in high school they all played on the Titan football team and had all earned nicknames. Reiner was a linebacker that made Brian Urlacher look tame. They called him the Armored Titan because he broke through everyone’s defenses easily. Marco was the wide receiver and earned the name Freckled Jesus since he caught every pass that was sent his way, the play that earned him that name was a last minute Hail Mary. Nuff said. Bertholdt was their kicker and was capable of kicking a fifty-five yard field goal like it was nothing, however, and much to his embarrassment, his nickname came after their first game when they all hit the showers. He was dubbed the Colossal Titan after that. Jean was the quarterback and could fire the ball forty-five yards down the field, but it was Eren Jaeger that gave him the name Trigger because of his long ‘horse face’.
Fuck he hated Jaeger.
Bertholdt picked Jean up with ease, flipping him around quickly. Jean cried out in surprise. Sudden heat flooded his groin as he realized what Bertholdt meant to do. His hands encircled his wrists and placed them on top of the headboard. Bertholdt was pressed flush against him, his cock resting between his cheeks. Leaning down to his ear, he took it between his teeth biting down. Jean shuttered.
“Do not take your hands off this headboard.”
Jean nods his understanding as Bertholdt squeezed more lube in his hand. Stroking his length a few times he steadied Jean’s narrow hip before lining himself up. “Ready?”
“Just fucking do it!” Jean said impatiently.
“As you wish.” One strong arm snaked around Jean’s lean torso and up his chest. Bertholdt pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, then bit down hard as he pushed inside Jean to the hilt.
“Bertholdt!” Jean yelled and panted as he threw his head back, eyes wide.
“Not what you had in mind?” Bertholdt pressed light kisses to Jean’s tense shoulder. His hands touching every inch of sun kissed skin he could reach. Wrapping his hand around Jean’s rock hard cock he gave gentle pulls. “So tight, Jean. Feel so good around me.” He brought his free hand up to grip Jean’s throat lightly just enough to turn his head towards him. Bertholdt dove into his open mouth coaxing Jean to kiss him back. Jean brought his hand up to cup the back of Bertholdt’s head. His fingers ran from his hip up to the arm curled around his head bringing back down to the headboard. “You with me?” He murmured against panting lips. Jean hung his head and nodded once.
Large hands rested at his hips again as he slowly withdrew and slid back in letting Jean get use to the feeling. He increased his pace when Jean pushed back on him. Low moans filled the room. “This won’t do Jean.” Jean gazed questioningly at him over his shoulder. Sweat glistening against brown skin, he readjusted his hold on Jean’s hip and gripped his shoulder. “You are way to quiet.”
Jean’s eyes narrowed in a challenge, “Then fix it.”
Bertholdt snapped his hips against Jean’s ass earning a sharp cry, “I-is that all you got?” Jean panted. Bertholdt began fucking him in earnest. “God, Yes!” Soon the room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, Jean’s sinful mouth cursing and yelling Bertholdt’s praises as the headboard knocked loudly against the wall. “Fuck me harder, Bertl!”
Bertholdt was a sweaty hot mess; he flicked his head trying to stop the sweat from getting in his eyes. Switching angles, he hit that precious bundle of nerves. Jean screamed and begged for more. Jean sounded like such a whore when he got it rough, begging for it harder, faster, deeper…more, more, more.
Without warning, Bertholdt stopped.
“Wha—w-why did you stop?” Jean gasped and panted, eyes wide.
Bertholdt wiggled the fingers on his hip bringing Jean’s gaze down to where his hand now rested on top of his. He looked up to see his other hand resting against the wall. Closing his eyes, he groaned. ‘Dammit.’
Leaning a little towards the left, Bertholdt reached for the roll of red bondage tape that sat on the night stand. Without saying a word he brought Jean’s arms behind his back so that they clasped one another and began wrapping them together.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you orchestrated it this way.”
“Should have kept your hands on the headboard. You are the one who said you wanted to be tied up.” Bertholdt gave Jean a sharp slap on the ass. “Wish granted.”
“Asshole.” Jean glared.
Bertholdt hummed then bent Jean forward holding onto his tied arms. Spreading his leg further for better leverage he pulled Jean back on his cock as he thrust in. Moaning loudly, Jean let himself be pulled back offering little resistance. Fuck he felt so good!
It didn’t take long for his bronze god to start a fast, hard rhythm that had Jean screaming for him not to stop. His arms hurt from Bertholdt pulling on them but it was a good type of pain. He was going to be so sore and fucked out tomorrow. A faint smile crossed his lips between moans and curses.
Bertholdt pulled him back, gripping his hips; he pushed Jean’s head down into the mattress. Smoothing his hands over his spine, he felt every twitch of muscle in his back, watching as his shoulders heaved from heavy panting. Sweat dripped onto his lower back. Jean arched, popping his ass up. Bertholdt moaned appreciatively and slapped Jean on his pert ass.
“Do it again!” Jean moaned. Bertholdt grabbed both fleshy globes kneading that firm backside in his hands before bringing his hand down hard. Jean whined, his cock jumped. “Fuck.” The man behind him began to move again with long steady strokes that caressed that sweet spot over and over. Rolling his hips until they met with the curve of Jeans narrow ass. Bertholdt took the time to enjoy the view. He knew he was just teasing Jean like this. He could see the frustration begin to press on his brow when he looked back up at him.
Amber eyes blazed and narrowed as dark lusty emeralds shone back. Jean opened his mouth to tell Bertholdt to get the fuck on with it, when the hold on his hips tightened and Bertholdt thrust forward, keeping a punishing pace.
Jean shouted, “Yes, fuck yes! Oh God, Bertl, if you fucking stop I will kill you!”
“Just like that Jean?” Bertholdt panted as he pounded ceaselessly into Jean’s tight heat. “You want it just like that?”
“Fuck yeah.” Jean gritted between his teeth. He could still see Bertholdt out of the corner of his eye. The light from the open window played across the sweat that glistened over his arms and chest. He wished he could see more of Bertholdt’s skin. He could feel long fingers pressing into his skin. ‘Fuck that’s gonna bruise.’ Which turned him on even more.
“Feels so good…fuck.” Bertholdt murmured.
Jean moaned and cursed. “Talk to me, Bertholdt. I’m so close.”
“Mmm, you should see how my cock slides in and out of you. Fuck Jean, it’s so beautiful. Seeing you so stretched out around me. Knowing you can take all of this ‘colossal’ cock. Can you feel how hard I am for you? Do you feel every inch throb deep inside?” His breath coming in harsh pants. “I could fuck you all night. Would you like that, Jean?” Jean whined his response, his cock painfully hard. “May—maybe, “Bertholdt was beginning to lose it. “Maybe I should take your sweet, sweet ass while Marco watches. Have you scream out my name while he watches you writhe on my cock.” That was all it took to push Jean over the edge. His low whimper turned into a muffled scream of Bertholdt’s name as he came hard against the sheets.
Bertholdt’s thrusts stuttered as Jean clamped around him. He tore at the tape around Jean’s arms as he continued to fuck through his orgasm. Finally breaking through the bondage, Jean’s arms flopped forward. Bertholdt pulled out and flipped a boneless Jean over onto his back. Thrusting back in, he gripped the back of Jean’s sweaty neck, throwing one of his long legs over his shoulder; he pushed himself towards his own release.
Jean reached up snaking his arm behind Bertholdt’s head and curled his fingers tight in his hair giving a hard yank. Bertholdt moaned. Leaning up as he brought his head down to him, Jean narrowed his gaze as their eyes locked. “You better fucking come, Bertholdt. I want to feel you’re cock pump your seed deep inside me.” The man above him gave up a breathy whimpered, his thrusts becoming erratic. Jean took Bertholdt’s bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard. He threw his other leg around Bertholdt’s waist. “Give it to me damn it! I want it Bertholdt!”
His eyes squeezed tight, breath coming in short pants as Bertholdt finally lost control moaning Jean’s name as he came. Jean hummed in satisfaction as he felt Bertholdt pulse inside of him.
Releasing Jean’s leg he pulled him up onto his lap burying his head into the side of his neck. They wrapped around each other, both still panting coming down from their euphoric high. Jean ran his fingers up and down Bertholdt’s sweat slicked back while mouthing and licking at his shoulder.
The taller man slowly unwrapped himself from the lean body he clung to bringing his hands to Jean’s face kissing him fervently and lovingly. This was always Jean’s favorite part of sex with Bertholdt. Well, all of it was, but he particularly enjoyed this part. His kisses made you feel desirable, safe, loved, important. It didn’t matter how dirty the sex was, the kisses were always fanatical and thorough. Hands tangled in each other’s hair, they broke the kiss and pressed their foreheads together. “Did I hurt you?”
Jean shook his head. “Never.” He lifted off Bertholdt’s lap letting him slip from him. Now on his knees looking down at him, head still cradled in his hands he kissed pink full lips languidly. Bertholdt let his hand slide down Jean’s back til they rested at the base of his spine.
They heard the banging and crashing mixed with swearing down the hall. Smirking against the other’s mouths, they laughed quietly. Jean reached down and gathered the used condom from Bertholdt’s limp cock throwing it in the trash. Turning back to the bed he discovered he was being watched. Tired, sated eyes followed his every move. Jean chuckled. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m spent.”
“Who are you telling? I did all the work.” Bertholdt smiled cheekily.
Jean pushed him back on the bed. “Smug bastard. Go to bed.”
Bertholdt pulled him down with him. Jean snuggled up against his warm body and immediately fell into a deep peaceful sleep. Bertholdt adjusted the covers and was asleep within minutes.
Marco and Reiner stood in the doorway looking at the mess that had become of the room and bed. Marco in his boxers, Reiner in sleep pants. Reiner snickered. Jean and Bertholdt were sprawled out over the bed. The sheets slipping down in the night. Jean was trapped under Bertholdt’s arm, their legs intertwined. Light snores came from both. Jean still had red tape wrapped around one of his forearms.
“Good grief.” Marco whispered. “Think we should leave them?”
Reiner stretched then winced. Marco gave him a ‘sorry’ look. “Nah, let’s wake them up. It’s eleven o’clock and I’m hungry.”
Walking over to the bed Reiner slaps Bertholdt’s ass, earning a dissatisfied squeak. “Wake your culinary ass up. It’s almost lunch time and I’m starving.” Whining Bertholdt waved his hand back at Reiner while trying to bury his head into Jean neck.
Reiner looks at Marco and they exchange glances. Marco shrugs his freckled shoulders, “Guess we’re going to have to resort to other measures.” Reiner gave a crooked smile before they both jumped on the bed bouncing up and down until the two groggy; in Jean’s case, cranky; men woke up. However, the tactic backfired on them when their prospective partner pulled them back down into the bed….
“...But…I’m still hungry.”