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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Reiner_Braun/Bertolt_Hoover
  Character:
      Reiner_Braun, Bertolt_Hoover
  Additional Tags:
      Blindfolds, Gags, Anal_Sex, Sensory_Deprivation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-22 Words: 2290
****** Trust Me ******
by Taeim
Summary
     Bertholdt wanted to give this all a try, but was too scared to just
     let go. So he took control of the situation and Reiner only minded a
     bit. Just enjoy some awkward boys loving each other.
Notes
     Based off of this picture:
     http://31.media.tumblr.com/2c924b084d46b157de3699392ebb1c83/
     tumblr_mxmfwfSU681rgw128o1_1280.png
     Written for a friend, who needed a bit of cheering up. Love ya, Red~
See the end of the work for more notes
“Look here, Bertholdt. I’m all for surprises, but is the blindfold really
necessary?” The voice was low as he spoke, one hand clutching tightly onto the
taller, tanner boy that was walking ahead of him. No, he wasn’t scared. Reiner
Braun wasn’t scared of anything. He wasn’t scared of someone finding out their
secret, he wasn’t scared for the future, and he definitely wasn’t scared for
whatever treat his best friend was currently leading him to. He just thought
that it’d be nice to see where the hell they were going.
Especially when he nearly tripped. All right, maybe he was a bit nervous, not
that he’d admit it out loud. And Bertholdt wasn’t saying anything, which just
made the silence that fell between them far crueler then he wanted. But still
Reiner fell silent, as if some sort of invisible gag had been slipped over his
mouth which stopped him from commenting on anything. He wouldn’t say a word
about how the cold bit at his arms; how even the smallest noise from an animal
made him involuntarily jump. A small mantra had started in his head, just
repeating. I’m safe. Bertholdt isn’t leading me anywhere but somewhere safe.
I’m safe. It would just stay repeated, time after time.
After walking for what felt like forever, Reiner felt the shift in the
temperature change, and everything seemed to become brighter from behind the
blindfold. Gone was the dreariness of the forest at night, replaced by the soft
smell... Of chalk? They were definitely in the briefing room, that much he
knew. It only confirmed the idea when he was haphazardly led into the corner of
one of the long desks, a muttered apology following the loud “Damnit!” That
slipped from Reiner’s lips. Well, at least he had a where. But no why.
And he wanted that Why.
He didn’t receive it though, as strong hands slipped from his hand to his broad
shoulders, forcing him down. Reiner resisted at first, but at the other’s
urging, the blonde finally gave in and found himself in a chair. Hard and
wooden, much like the one Shadis would use to listen to whoever was describing
the tactical points of the day to them. Oh shit, why was he in Keith’s chair?
Was it some sort of punishment? He hadn’t stepped that far out of line, had he?
He felt Bertholdt’s warm shift away from him, and almost immediately felt a
hand slap at his wrist the moment he tried to remove the blind fold. Opening
his mouth in protest, that was when the cloth was slipped in, and it was the
first time he actually felt that bit of panic. Letting out a rather muffled
swear, he wanted to know who had him, he wanted to know what was happening to
him. This wasn’t his Bertholdt, this was someone else, and once he found out
who, oh shit they were so fucking dead. His hands came up quickly, but not
before they were caught once again. Two strong, admittedly sweaty hands pinned
them behind the chair, and he felt as one slipped a cloth around one of his
wrists. As if sensing his panic, a sweet voice started to talk to him.
“Reiner.” The brunette whispered, right into his ear. Reiner still remained
tense, despite only sensing the one set of eyes on him. At least no one else
was going to get to see this. It was obviously just for Bertholdt’s benefit.
“I’m sorry. But this is the only way I could do this.” This? There was a this?
The blonde didn’t know if he liked the idea of there being a this, whatever it
happened to be. But he was starting to get an idea of what might be happening.
When the idea finally hit him square in the face, he smirked. Of course. They
had discussed it once before, just an idle conversation that Reiner hadn’t
meant to go anywhere. Everyone knew that Bertholdt was a nervous sort of
person, to the point where he would duck in before or after everyone had gone
to the showers, just so no one would have seen him in there. Reiner had only
caught him a few times changing since entering training, and despite multiple
attempts, he had never managed to get the brunette to actually go any farther
than kissing him.
But that couldn’t be what this was, though. Bertholdt would never initiate
something like that. He felt the other shift to his front again, and it’d be a
lie if he tried to claim that his heart wasn’t racing. He was positive that
Bertholdt could feel it the moment he felt the taller boy slide onto his lap,
straddling his thighs with ease. Shit. Shit. Oh shit, this is going to fucking
happen. Not that he wasn’t pleased by the thought, but he was already yearning
to touch the other, his arms flexing as he struggled against the tight bonds.
Damn him, damn Bertholdt and his absurd talent for getting Reiner to trust him
so easily.
He stopped damning the other the moment he felt the brunette’s hands slide
through his short hair, as if the other was soothing him for something. Reiner
didn’t need to be soothed, but he wasn’t going to tell the other that. He
wasn’t going to tell Bertholdt anything that might actually scare him away. To
be fair, Reiner couldn’t tell him anything at all. The hands fell away from his
head, coming to rest again on his shoulders, before sliding down the tense arms
as if he was telling the blonde to relax.
He could relax. He could relax just fine. It was his choice to keep tense. A
slow breath slipped from his lips as he felt the strap on his chest rise up, he
felt it jerk left and right slightly, before it fell open. It took him a moment
to register that Bertholdt had both of his hands resting on his arms still
though. You have to be shitting me. He thought as a rather embarrassing whine
slipped from his lips only to be caught up and muffled in the cloth. Feeling
those slightly clammy hands start to slip up, snapping the straps running up
his chest and god damn it, Reiner could damn near feel the smirk on Bertholdt’s
lips.
Never once had he thought that he’d be the one at Bertholdt’s mercy, not the
other way around. The hands ghosted up the front of his shirt, the touches
gentle before they slipped right back down and came to rest on the front of the
other’s pants. It would only take a bit of attention to get Reiner fully hard,
but when Bertholdt left him completely he was at a loss. The warm, playful
touch was gone, but he could catch sounds. The sounds of buckles being undone,
the soft whine that came from Bertholdt as… Well, Reiner didn’t know what he
had done exactly. He could assume that he had brushed something against his own
erection. Then there was the sound of boots hitting the floor, only to be
followed by other bits of clothing.
God it was hot. It’d be hotter if he could see that well toned body and even
the thought made Reiner shift uncomfortably. He could count, as each item hit
the floor. Just knowing that Bertholdt was naked in their classroom, knowing
that he was nervous. Hell, Reiner was nervous, hoping that no one would walk in
on them, praying that he wouldn’t hurt the other somehow. But those nerves
seemed to settle as he felt hands on his waist again, pulling at the front of
his pants and finally releasing him from those ridiculously tight pants. His
back arched from the chair at the first touch, feeling nothing more than that
hand on his cock. Moaning the other’s name, only to have it muffled by the
damned cloth, Reiiner actually pushed his hips up, seeking more of that warmth
only to have himself be denied again.
Stop teasing me, Bertholdt. He silently prayed, before that prayer got denied
completely. Berthold had returned to his lap, that much he knew. He felt the
other’s head resting against his shoulder, the soft breaths gently brushing
against his neck. Every now and then a whine would escape from him, and finally
he realized what the other was doing. Reiner didn’t need to see this, he knew.
The slick sounds of Berthold slowly fingering himself open interrupted his
thoughts, at least one, maybe two fingers deep by the time Reiner had realized
it. No, he needed this blindfold off. It was fucking with his senses, and he
needed to see this. He needed to see the other so vulnerable, so completely
open.
He started to talk through the gag, trying to get the other to hear his
pleading, and drowning out the noises that the brunette was so kindly making
for him. Begging, pleading to let his see the other, touch the other, and it
was if all of it was falling on silent ears. Every word that attempted to come
from his mouth was drowned out by Bertholdt keening slightly, the moans slowly
growing in volume until everything seemed to stop. The only thing rising from
the silence was the sound of the soft breaths coming from the two of them.
Finally, as if his prayers had been answered, the cloth came away from his
mouth, dropping to the floor with a rather unattractive wet sound. Not that
Reiner paid any attention to it. He could speak. He could say anything he
wanted. Encourage the other, beg to see him, tell him just how he felt. But
only one thing slipped from his mouth.
“Ride me like I’m you’re damn stallion, Bertholdt.”
It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t cute, but it was to the point. He even let out a
soft moan when the other gave into him, opting to press a rather needy kiss to
the blonde’s lips, and that was when he felt it. Berthold had left himself so
tight, and every bit of Reiner’s cock that he took felt like a fucking dream.
He didn’t need to see anymore, he could feel it. And the moment he felt
Bertholdt stop moving, when he felt himself almost flush with the other’s body,
that was it. It was enough. He hadn’t felt this connected to his best friend
since coming inside the walls, and it was an entirely different connection.
Reiner just kept to kissing the other, slow and sweet, before he felt Bertholdt
rise up, moving down fast enough to make him bite down on the other’s lip. It
was enough to make Bertholdt yelp and Reiner actually flinched when he tasted
the other’s blood. Swearing loudly, the first words out of his mouth weren’t
something typical. He tried his hardest to see through the cloth as he damn
near shouted, “You didn’t fucking transform or anything right?!” He would have
known if the other transformed, or so a rational mind would have thought,
considering he was balls deep in the other. But Reiner wasn’t thinking with a
rational mind at the moment.
The only response he got was a chuckle, the hand coming up to finally untie the
blindfold and it took a moment for Reiner to adjust to the low lighting of the
room. No, he looked fine. Everything was fine. “You worry too much, Reiner.”
The brunette whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. Once his hands were
freed, Reiner was on the other.
It couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes. Without missing a beat, Reiner
had Bertholdt on one of the desks behind him, his clothing shifting down his
hips enough to free up his movements. Any noises that could have come from
anything else were forgotten as he realized that he could finally have
Bertholdt the way he wanted. This only seemed to be proved by the hard,
rhythmic thrusting into the other, mixed with nothing more than loud pants and
soft words. Bertholdt was nearly chanting the blonde’s name by the end, his
hands coming up to hold tightly onto the other’s shoulders. Fingers digging
into the soft skin there, leaving marks that the straps would dig into for days
to come and not once would Reiner care. They’d just be the reminders that he
had someone who cared for him.
Reiner was by no means ashamed to be the first to cum. After the constant
teasing, it was only to be expected. And sure, he might have felt a bit guilty
about not warning the other after the fact, but in the moment he didn’t have a
care in the world. The blonde just made sure to wrap a hand around Bertholdt,
quickly stroking him to completion. As much as he would have liked to tease and
torment the other, he’d rather not have the brunette mad and bitter at him.
Besides, Bertholdt made a rather attractive face as he came. Only one thought
hit Reiner then.
Shit, how had someone not walked in during that?
Maybe luck had been on their side as he pulled out and straightened himself up,
enjoying the embarrassed face that Bertholdt made as he licked some of the cum
off his hand. He helped the other dress, and left the room as if nothing ever
happened.
As they walked back into the hall, one arm wrapped tightly around Bertholdt’s
waist, neither of them gave any mind to the boy rushing passed them, face
bright red. Jean would always curse his luck, because it wouldn’t be the last
time he had to listen to the two of them going at it.
End Notes
     I'm actually convinced Jean has walked in or overheard, or been kept
     up at night far too many times by people screwing around. XD His luck
     is that shitty.
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