Summary: They sat on the ground, Forster passed out against his shoulder. Eren let him stay. It was the closest he’d felt to another person in days and it would be the last for some time. Once he and Forster were sober they wouldn’t talk about it.
a/n: Uh... apparently it's Floch's birthday. I didn't time it intentionally but thought it was a funny coincidence.
Title taken from the lyrics to A Simple Answer, by Grizzly Bear.
The inside of the tent was cramped and sweltering with live bodies. Eren stood alone, a bottle of foreign ale sweating in his hand.
From the moment he took the Queen’s hand at her coronation, he could not force himself to look his friends in the eye or join them now after touring the gleaming streets of Liberio. Each hour brought them closer to the inevitable. He tipped his head back and drank.
All around, his friends and foreigners convened, knowing no better what was to come. The weight of his burden lifted if only for a moment by the warmth of inebriation.
He saw Connie and Sasha, dozing on the mat, arms ensnared. He took another pull and grimaced, swaying where he stood. A Subject of Ymir’s tolerance for alcohol eclipsed that of his ordinary peers. Something to do with the blood and coagulation, but he was surely getting the details mixed-up. Commander Hanji would know.
“Jaeger!”
Pulled away from the confines of his own despair, he found himself facing the last person he wanted to see. Forster's suit was wrinkled and he smelled like alcohol and sweat. He wasn’t yet dead.
“Thought I saw you over there.”
Forster’s smile was too wide and gave him the look of a madman than a fellow soldier. Eren wiped his mouth and kept a firm grip on the bottle. There was nothing to say to a fanatic.
Forster clapped his shoulder. “If you’re not going to revel with the others, then take a walk and clear your head.”
They shuffled from the tent into the cool desert air. Eren was too inebriated to feel colder and stared ahead into the void of a horizon. Even on such a beautiful night as this, he remained in the heart of enemy territory.
“You should be happier,” Forster said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I mean, this is a good sign. It’s the last we’ll see of Marley for a while, and these people will make allies of Paradis.”
Eren said, “What do you want from me?”
Forster feigned indignation. As if he and Eren were on anything more than speaking terms. This sycophantic desperation to get into his good graces, too—Eren hadn’t forgotten the row between him and Arlert, the hostile silence whenever they were forced to share a room. At least the Corporal’s squad were honest when they flinched away from eye-contact.
“Just to make sure you're all right,” Forster said. “It’s no good to be alone.”
“I’m alive, aren't I?”
“The girls are nice.”
Eren shrugged. “I reckon.”
“You’ve never thought about settling down?”
Eren considered the question in an inebriated haze. There was never any time for distractions when he was a cadet, and the thought of dragging someone else unwitting into waiting for the day he’d come home in a casket was too painful. A sacrifice that Mikasa chose to stave off and Armin accepted for himself as much as anyone.
Forster cleared his throat. “It's OK, I mean. I’ve never, you know. Asked a girl.”
Eren scoffed. “That's your problem, not mine.”
Forster swayed in the waning light of sunset and without a word leant into Eren's shoulder, shielded from the wind. The top of his head met Eren's cheek. He smelled like whiskey. He was shivering.
Eren clapped him on the shoulder like he used to do with Armin, back when they were kids. He didn't take his hand away nor did Forster step back from the heat radiating off his body. An impasse witnessed by the desert and no other.
Forster's breath on his neck wavered. Eren was aware of that too. He stepped closer as if to shield Forster from the cold, close enough to let the back of a hand brush against his clothed hip.
“I've never worn a suit this nice,” Forster said. “Have you?”
The fabric was crisp against his clammy palm, and he traced the indentations of ODM gear and the bruises yet to fade.
Forster huffed. He grabbed Eren’s wrist and guided him over the flat plane of his stomach. “Come on,” he whispered. “Don’t be a stranger.”
Smug prick. Forster could have been anyone. Eren embraced the same desperation to evade his fate, but the animosity was new. He was looking to be comforted, not understood. Forster was perfect for the job and would never be the wiser.
“You shouldn't go to your death without — you know.”
A woman’s touch.
Forster's eyes lit up. Eren wasn’t aware he’d spoken aloud. He itched to drink but there was a pull behind his navel, worsening when he cupped Forster through the trousers and felt the uneven breath on his own skin as though he were an interloper.
He took Forster out with unsteady fingers and spat into his palm. Forster rested his cheek to Eren's shoulder, grunting, and finished too quickly to be proud of.
“You’re shit at this,” grumbled Forster. “I bet you’d get by with a pretty face like yours.”
“Shut the fuck up,” said Eren hoarsely, and crushed his mouth to Forster’s. He fumbled with the buttons of his own trousers before Forster did it himself.
He was supposed to enjoy the hand around him, the hot sour smell of breath against his pulse point. Forster didn’t kiss so much as mutter contrivances. All Eren could think was how he must’ve sounded to the Corporal at fifteen.
He went soft before he could reroute his concentration away from shame. It was Forster who apologized and Eren, fixing his pants, kicked some dirt over the glistening spatter in the moonlight and told him to shut up again.
They sat on the ground, Forster passed out against his shoulder. Eren let him stay. It was the closest he’d felt to another person in days and it would be the last for some time. Once he and Forster were sober they wouldn’t talk about it.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Floch Forster/Eren Yeager, Marco Bott & Jean Kirstein
Characters: Floch Forster, Eren Yeager, Marco Bott, Jean Kirstein, Rico Brzenska - mention
Additional Tags: Modern Era, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Train Sex, Non-Penetrative Sex, Dry Humping, Porn With Plot, sorta lmao, Floch and Jean are friends and coworkers, Jean and Marco are roomies, POV Floch Forster, Floch/Eren centric, They be fucking, in a train, Clothed Sex, Biting, Fondling, Resolved Sexual Tension, Kissing, Freckled Floch Forster, Bespectacled Floch Forster, Long-Haired Eren Yeager, night train, Semi-Public Sex, let’s say they’re alone but in a public place, Friends to Lovers, Horny idiots, French Kissing, German Eren Yeager, Coming In Pants, Staring, lots of staring, Making Out, Set in Europe, ofc it is, Pierced Eren Yeager, socially awkward Eren Yeager, Tiny Bit of Choking, Choking, if that’s not your thing pls get out, Gay Sex, Touchy-Feely, One Shot, Wordcount: 1.000-5.000, no beta we die like wet bugnes, Gay, Dirty Thoughts, makeout gone too far too fast, Aged-Up Character(s), men kissing
Summary:
Floch and Jean are going on a train trip, a night train trip. They’re traveling with Marco and Eren. As the train gets a power outage, two men get turned on.
In other words, Floch and Eren get some action on a night train.
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WRITTEN FOR ENTERTAINEMENT PURPOSES ONLY. THIS WILL NOT BE SHARED ON SOME OTHER WEBSITE SO IF YOU SEE IT ELSEWHERE, THEN IT’S NOT ME!
They hadn’t fucked yet, and he couldn’t figure out why.
Eren fucked everybody.
He felt like it should have been obvious. Eren didn’t hate him enough not to tell him everything, the fate of the entire world. So why hadn’t they done it? It didn’t make any sense.
He was seeing him tonight. And he was tired of waiting.
Again, he was alone with him. A privilege so few had these days. And he’d exhausted all the previous methods. Sitting a bit too close to him, brushing past him as they moved, holding his gaze a beat too long and too intensely. Pandering to his insecurities, grabbing hold and squeezing lightly any time they presented themselves. Understanding enough to relate to his plights, but practical in a way that made it clear he knew how to solve problems. To move forward. And yet, nothing.
What if Eren was waiting for a reason? No matter. It was too late for him to back out now.
Tonight, he sat as close to him as he usually did, content to feel the warmth from his thighs, the light scent of his sweat. If he couldn’t be what he was, if that wasn’t what Eren wanted, then he could be something he was not.
Eren was giving him instructions, directions. Orders, as per usual.
“You can handle that, right?”
Floch knew he needed something, something different, to trip him up. To make Eren pause. To make him see him differently.
Lie.
Armin had always been able to. Why couldn’t he do the same?
“And what if I can’t?”
He straightened his back, bracing for impact.
Instead of ire, or confusion, he was met with something else entirely, something that bloomed in Eren’s eyes as he stared back at him. Curiosity, maybe. Floch bit back the urge to speak again.
“Yeah, you can.”
It was so confident, the words so certain as they rolled from Eren’s mouth, it was eerie.
He couldn’t lie to him. He was missing something. And he didn’t know what it was.
Eren knew. Eren knew everything.
He knew that Floch would come toward him, stepping closer and closer until their lips and teeth rasped together, knew that the heat of his body would burn Floch outside and in, searing to the depths of him, recesses turned inside out, ablated. The soft bounce of the back of his skull against the brick wall as Eren’s hand closed over his wrist, their boots slotted together.
It was happening, finally. And somehow, he wasn’t ready for it.
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