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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Jean_Kirstein/Erwin_Smith
  Character:
      Jean_Kirstein, Erwin_Smith, Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      This_Isn't_What_It_Looks_Like, Bottom_Erwin_Smith, Bottom!Erwin_Week
      2014, why_did_i_do_this
  Series:
      Part 1 of Bottom!Erwin_Week_2014
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-06 Words: 822
****** Whipped Cream ******
by doublemetalaxis
Summary
     Erwin wants it with whipped cream on it. Jean agrees. Eren thinks
     Jean has his sights set too high.
Notes
     I'm really upset I didn't get to fill yesterday's prompt! This is for
     the prompt "food" for Bottom!Erwin week, so I wrote it with
     everyone's favorite food cliche: whipped cream and strawberries. The
     title is actually just what happened after I tried to come up with
     something witty and settled for one from a song instead.
See the end of the work for more notes
            “Look what we got from Sina.”  Jean chuckled, holding up a bowl of
strawberries and a quart of cream. Erwin raised an eyebrow.
            “And what do you plan on doing with those?”  He asked, the corners
of his mouth stretching upwards into a smirk.
            “Does strawberries and whipped cream sound good to you,
Commander?”  Jean’s voice was a suggestive purr.
            “Let’s go to the kitchen.”
            Unfortunately, both soldiers were absolutely awful cooks.  Jean was
shaking the jar of cream violently, cursing about how making whipped cream was
impossible, and Erwin was trying to figure out what he should do to the
strawberries (which turned out to be nothing) while stifling his laughter.
            “You’ll only make butter if you keep that up,” he said, pulling out
a bowl and a whisk from one of the cabinets.  “Pour it in here.”
            Five minutes later the cream was whipped.  It was also all over the
tables, and the walls, and the ceiling, and both of the men in the kitchen.
            “You’re not supposed to do it that hard!”  Jean yelled.  “Levi’s
gonna ki-” He was cut off by the feeling of his commander’s tongue on his face.
            “You got some on your cheek, so I’m cleaning it off for you.”
Erwin’s eyes glinted in excitement.
            “So did you.”
            “Are you going to clean it off for me?”
            “Nah.” Erwin may have been his commander while on duty, but in the
bedroom he was Jean’s loyal subordinate. Jean could say or do whatever he
wanted.
            Twenty minutes found Jean on his back on the stone kitchen floor,
panting as Erwin’s lips slipped over the head of his cream-covered cock.  The
whipped dairy had begun to melt in the summer heat, returning slowly to its
original form and dripping off the man’s chin. Jean threw his head back and let
out a (totally manly) moan as he felt his shaft completely enveloped, dick
hitting the back of Erwin’s throat.  He tugged at the blond hair, pulling that
perfect face off his lower regions and standing up.
            “Counter,” he panted.  “Bend over the counter.”  Erwin walked to
the wooden kitchen counter and placed his hands and chest on it, spreading his
legs and pushing his ass back.
            “Jean, please…” He begged.  “Just do it.”
            “Do what?”  Jean asked in his deep, manly, totally cool voice.
Slicking up his fingers with the melting cream, he traced them around the
blonde’s twitching hole. “I’m afraid I can’t hear you.”
            “I want your cock in me, please Jean.  I don’t even need to be
stretched, just do me.” The commander’s cyan eyes were filled with desperation,
pleading with Jean as though he would die without the teen’s dick up his ass.
            “I can’t say no to that, can I?”  He transferred the cream from his
hand to his penis, stroking it a few times to get it covered.  Slowly and
gently, mindful of his superior’s tightness, Jean pushed himself into Erwin’s
warmth.  He gyrated his hips several times, pulling out and pushing in, trying
to be gentle. He had lots of self-control, fuck the Jaeger boy and whatever
smart comments he had.
            “Oh Jean, that’s so good.  Harder, please.”  Jean would give his
right hand to hear the commander speak in that wanton tone again- and his right
hand was, needless to say, dearly valued to him.
            “You’re such a slut, aren’t you?  I bet you just can’t wait to have
another dick up your ass, can you?” Jean teased without stuttering, voice
smooth as the cream that had once been whipped.  Obliging, he moved in harder
and harder until Erwin came all over the floor, and the counter.  Jean grunted
very sexilyand came deep inside the man.
            “Jean,” he moaned, and fuck, why did that sound like Jaeger’s
voice, “Jean. Jean!  Jean, wake the fuck up man!”
            Jean woke up in his bunk, feeling a familiar sticky wetness seeping
through his shorts.  “Fuck off, Eren.”
 
                                     OMAKE
                                        
            Eren approached Jean again at breakfast.  “So.  The commander,
huh?”
            “I thought I told you to fuck off, Jaeger.”  Jean huffed and pushed
the boy away.
            “Aw, it’s okay,” he crooned mockingly.  “Everybody has some
impossible dream that’ll never happen.”
            “You think I couldn’t get the commander in my bed?  Twenty bucks
says I fuckin’ can, Jaeger. You’ll see.”  Jean was plenty handsome!  He was
lean and muscular, and he had a really fucking nice ass and he knew his dick
wasn’t small.  He had lots to be proud of, and fuck anyone who said otherwise.
            “Oh, that’s not what I meant.  I hate you, Jean, but I’m not
blind.  I can see the way he looks at you.”
            “Well then what the fuck did you mean?”
            “You were mumbling in your sleep.  You topped, didn’t you?”
            “Of course I did!  I’m not gonna take it up the ass, man.”
            “And this is why your dream will never come true.”
            “Fuck off, Eren.”
End Notes
     What Eren is trying to say here, Jean, is that you'll only ever top
     in your dreams~ I laughed really hard while writing this because,
     let's face it, I don't think anyone sees Jean topping the commander.
     I'll fill tomorrow's prompt for sure!
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