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neil @ jean
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just imagine the kinds of hairstyles Jean can do with Neil’s long curls, considering he used to style Elodie’s hair all those years ago. fishtail braids, french braids, classic three-strand braids, whatever Neil feels like wearing that day, Jean always knows exactly how to do it. thanks to his boyfriend, Neil is forever walking around looking dressy.
hear me out, for the first few times Neil simply won’t be able to take all of Jean, whether orally or/and by penetration. no matter how stubbornly he wants to, his body just won’t let him, and Jean would never dream of pushing him past what he’s comfortable with. he’ll let Neil set the pace completely, content with whatever feels right for him. Ironically, though, Neil’s determination only affects Jean more. seeing him so earnestly trying, so eager despite the obvious difficulty, softens something in Jean and turns him on all at once.
what about that line from Jean that’s literally the same as Neil’s: “You know, I get it.”
Jean is just as bad as Neil.
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hi!!!! i love every writing of yours!!!! i was wondering if you could make a scenario/writing for jean x neil? :0 if not them then it's completely okay!!! i'll look forward to more of your posts on my feed :D
hiii, anon! thanks for the question!🤍 sorry!! I held onto it for a long time simply because I didn't have a single idea..or rather, I had too many, but I wasn't sure which au to go with. so..here we are!!
Neil sat on the windowsill, absentmindedly swinging his legs while stealing yet another slice of cabbage from the neat little mound Jean had chopped on the countertop. the kitchen was filled with the quiet bubbling of water on the stove. every so often Jean wandered back to the pot, tossing in another ingredient for dinner before returning to whatever he’d been doing. “You know, you could just let me cook something for you,” Jean sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. “I already ate. There wasn’t any point in—” “Six days,” Jean cut him off without even looking up. “That salad had been spoiled for six days.” “It smelled fine…” Neil muttered in quiet protest, already reaching for another piece of cabbage. “Stop stealing my vegetables.” the words came together with a light tap of the wooden spoon against Neil’s hand just before his fingers reached the pile. “You threw my food away and now you won’t let me eat this either. Have some decency.” In retaliation, Neil lifted the toe of his dangling foot until it bumped lightly against Jean’s backside as he turned away. the problem was that they had been living together long enough for Jean to know exactly what was going to happen. before Neil could pull his leg back, firm fingers had already wrapped around his ankle, giving it a quick tug that slid him a little farther down the windowsill—just enough to catch him off balance, but not enough for his back to hit the sharp edge of the counter. Neil grabbed the waistband of Jean’s sweatpants to steady himself, pulling him closer until only a few inches separated them. Jean, naturally, closed the remaining distance, one hand settling around Neil’s thigh to keep him securely perched on the sill.
“This,” Neil announced gravely, glancing pointedly between the two of them and the abandoned pile of cabbage beside them, “counts as violence and the denial of basic human necessities.” “Should I pass you the phone?” Jean asked, studying the familiar spark of mischief burning in those impossibly bright blue eyes as they stared back into his own gray ones. “You can call the authorities.” as he spoke, he lowered his head until the tip of his nose brushed slowly along the line of Neil’s neck, leaving a light kiss in its wake. “And what does this count as?” Neil’s fingers curled around Jean’s hips, drumming absentmindedly against the fabric. “A desperate attempt to earn forgiveness.” he tilted his head ever so slightly. “You’re not trying very hard.” Jean let out the quietest snort against his neck, and a second later the familiar warmth of his lips settled over Neil’s. It never failed. no matter how many times Jean kissed him, even the simplest brush of their lips worked on Neil like a sedative. Jean didn’t deepen the kiss, only lingered long enough to gently coax Neil’s lips apart, and for the brief moment that should have been his reply, Neil could only stare at him through half-lowered lashes. his hand rose almost automatically to Jean’s cheek, his thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw as though convincing himself, once again, that Jean was really here before finally leaning in to return the kiss, his fingers settling beneath Jean’s chin. Neil’s back met the cool windowpane as Jean gradually leaned more of his weight against him, losing himself in the kiss while his hands instinctively found Neil’s waist. he knew exactly what that touch did to Neil’s body. this time, however, Neil reluctantly pulled away first. “If my noodles boil over,” he said, still a little breathless as he nodded toward the stove behind Jean, “I’ll dig my salad out of the trash just to spite you.” “You’re feral.” clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, Jean surrendered to the world’s most outrageous manipulation, stepping away just in time to rescue the noodles that were already beginning to stick stubbornly to the bottom of the pot.
thinking about Jean dyeing Neil’s hair, holding the back of his head to keep him from moving, listening to his incoherent mumbling somewhere on the edge of consciousness, holding him by the neck and gently lowering him closer to the water while rinsing the dye from his hair, looking at his relaxed face for the first time after such a long period of torment, when his mind had finally been allowed to reboot, if only for a little while. heavy sighs slipped from Neil’s barely parted lips as Jean brushed the damp strands from his forehead. again and again, Neil’s exhausted, lifeless body slumped against Jean’s chest, forcing Jean to lift him beneath the ribs and along the back and guide him back into place. thinking about how Neil unconsciously leaned into him again afterward, searching for even the slightest trace of warmth as though it might be the last thing he would ever feel, and how Jean didn’t mind at all, simply drying his hair and letting him rest against him for support.
Neil quietly steals Kevin’s game recordings, the ones Kevin saves to rewatch Jeremy’s plays. Neil uses them to replay Jean’s moments over and over again, always citing “studying technique” as his excuse.