#ler!jean

"I'd forgotten all about that meat... Can you believe how excited I was when I remembered it- only to see that it was gone?!"

Eren shouted, taking a step forward, "How many times do I have to tell you, Horseface? I didn't eat your damn rotted meat."

"Agh! You dirty brat, who're you callin' horseface?!"

Sasha stepped between the two boys, hoping to deescalate this situation.

"Look, maybe we can come up with a solution. Jean, I'm sure I can find som-"

"I don't want that, Sasha. I want what I took. What I had." Jean muttered, moving his head around Sasha's body, so he could see Eren.

Eren did the same. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity before Eren tried to spit on Jean! It landed on the boys shoes. He gave the spitter a horrified look, so disgusted that he didn't know what to do with himself.

He shoved Sasha to the side and pounced on top of Eren, only to be pushed beneath him.

Jean scoffed, surprised that Eren had been able to get on top of him. "I'm going to kill you, Eren. If you don't confess and make it known that you're a bratty crook, or somehow throw up that damn meat, I'm going to kill you."

Eren smirked. "Such cocky words for someone beneath me."

The taller boy grunted and pushed on Eren's chest, trying to get him off. It didn't work... Eren really was strong, huh?

"Ha! This is hillarious!" Eren laid his head back, dramatically laughing while moving positions, so he could sit on Jean's stomach. Before he could bring his ass down to sit, Jean had pushed him again, this time making him fall to the floor... Jean right above him.

He had a grim expression. One that you'd see before you entered hell, even. Jean, with that same expression, roughly grabbed Eren's wrists with one hand and placed them above his head.

"What did I tell you? Ha, this is pathetic. You really thought you could get away with eating my food, huh? No, you're gonna pay."

Eren shook his head, "No, I'm not. What do you even want me to pay you with? Money?" He laughed.

Jean felt belittled. He was being laughed at whilst in the dominant position. He had to find a way to shut this jerk up - or... maybe he didn't want him to shut up. Maybe he wanted him to make noise, like laughter!

"Eren, are you ticklish?"

"Gah- what?" Eren was caught off guard by such a blunt question.

Jean slipped his hand under the other boy's shirt and raked it across the length of his belly.

"Waha-? Wohoah, wait! What the hehell are yaha- doing-uha!"

Sasha, still a bit upset over that aggressive push from Jean, watched from the sidelines. She was surprised to hear Eren laugh while being tickled. She didn't know he was ticklish... This information would surely be spread to the other scouts.

Mikasa and Armin must've already known of this weakness - but the others must've been clueless. Sasha made a note in her mind, "Tell Connie about this!".

She stepped a little closer to the scene. Peering over Jean's head, she saw Eren, who was laughing like a toddler. She saw Jean's fingers digging into his tummy and waistline.

"Jehean! Fuhuck- let me go right nooowuhuhah!"

"Not until you do one of the two options I gave you. Or even both would suffice! Just get me my damn meat!"

Sasha placed a hand on Jean's shoulder. "Jean... Ah- I think-"

"Come over to Eren's head and hold his arms for me, Sasha! Yes, yes, he's gonna pay!" Jean sounded insane.

Sasha sighed and did what was asked of her. She held Eren's arms above his head, leaving his upper body exposed.

"Sahasha! Tra-aha! Traitor!"

Sasha felt bad about Eren's situation, but she couldn't lie to herself... it was sorta funny to see him laugh and giggle. She tightened her grip on his arms, while Jean traveled upward. His fingers squished against Eren's sides, making him chuckle and squirm.

He laid his head back in laughter, seeing Sasha, that damned traitor.

"I'm nehever going to help ahany of you agaha-HAH!" Eren howled.

Jean had struck gold. Eren kicked his feet, gasping for air. All the while, Jean sat there, toying with his armpits. He poked them to see Eren's face scrunch up, then tickled them harshly to see him beg for mercy.

After testing them out, Jean decided to simply drive his thumbs into the hollows, evoking bloodcurling shouts and indistinct laughter from Eren's mouth.

He massaged his underarms slowly, then quickly, enjoying every minute of it. This cocky asshole really was paying for his sins.

Eren was trying his hardest not to piss himself right then and there, but it was hard. The sensation of Jean's slim thumbs- ah, now he was skittering his other four fingers along Eren's shoulderblades?!

"GAHA-aheheho, nooohoh! Jehean!" He shouted.

"What the hell is all of this?" Levi opened the door, rushing in to see Eren on the floor, a giggly mess, with Jean and Sasha standing up.

"Ah- We don't know! He just started laughing like this... We didn't do anything." Jean lied.

Levi kneeled beside Eren, who was so f*cking glad to see Levi. He really saved him...

"Must be something to do with his Titan powers... we'll have Hange inspect him tomorrow. Go to sleep, Sasha and Jean. Now."

The two nodded. Sasha leaned over to Jean's ear, as Levi still examined Eren and his body. She whispered, "I ate the meat. I'm sorry. It just smelled soo good..."

Jean gasped and looked at Eren.

"Oh... Ha- well, he deserved that anyway, I suppose..."

"Jehean!-"

Laughter filled the pub, with stray giggles and conversations flowing in the beer-y air. Going to a bar at midnight didn't seem like quite a smart decision for Armin Arlert, but Jean had convinced him that no matter what - he'd be safe by his side. And he believed him. Rightfully so, of course; Jean would protect Armin from any thugs with all his might and no hesitation. Their relationship was.. complicated, to say the least. But, dating or not, they always enjoyed a good time at their favorite hang-out spot.

"Yes?~ What's up?" Jean chuckled, placing a hand on Armin's shoulder. He had a tendency to flirt with the blond boy without even noticing, right now being one of those times. Armin sat up straight in his seat, placed his hands on the table in front of himself, and pretended he was a waiter of sorts. It was clear he was drunk as sh*t, with not a single sober thought in his mind. "What would youu.. like to orrder..?!" He shouted, not noticing the volume his voice held.

"Shh, quiet down, Armin!- You're gonna get us kicked out.."

Jean's hand politely rubbed Armin's shoulder, in an attempt to keep him calm and quiet; and to his pleasure, it worked. Armin kept his voice down, and seemed less buzzed with each rub to the shoulder he was given. Jean thought it may just be the soothing touch of his hands, and he was probably right. If only he didn't make the mistake of accidentally traveling downward a few centimeters, just barely rubbing against Armin's ribs. "NAHAHA!~"

"Wha-? Armin, quiet down..!"

Jean surely didn't mean to tickle Armin, but even if he did, why was his reaction so strong? It was a simple touch to the ribcage, and very gentle at that. "Are you alright? The hell is wrong with your ribs?"

Armin giggled and looked into Jean's eyes, staring as if he'd never seen pupils of any sort. "Beeheer mahakes me tickuhlish..~" He slurred almost every word he'd muttered. Maybe beer did make him ticklish as god knows what if he laughed like that. "What? So you're extra ticklish when you're drunk..?~"

Armin nodded, and replied, "yup!"

Jean's mind swirled with thoughts, questioning his morals. Would it be wrong to tickle him under such circumstances? The taller boy discussed with his mind for a few moments, then came to his own conclusion. It's totally fine. It's not Jean's fault Armin has this crazy condition, right? And who could actually resist those cute giggles that come from Armin? Jean sure couldn't. And he wouldn't try to either..

Jean scooted his chair around, so that he was facing Armin. His fingers sneakily crept onto Armin's covered tummy, where they'd rest for a few seconds. The drunk boy looked confused, a curious expression plastered on his face. But before he could slowly stutter out a question, such as, "what's going on?-", Jean attacked. His fingers clawed at the guy's super-sensitive stomach, making him laugh harder than he had ever before. He even tried to stand up and run away, but Jean had already grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back into his seat.

The sadistic side of Jean took over, telling him to scoot forward, and lock Armin's legs around his own - leaving no method for escape. So, he did. His legs were crossed with Armin's, so tight that none of the two boy's could move. Now, he continued with his immoral decision. To break this boy with tickles. His fingertips latched onto Armin's bare sides, pinching and scratching them mercilessly. With the insides of Armin's shirt being infiltrated, there were many new areas to explore, such as one that could possibly kill him if tickled skillfully enough. (joking)

"Nahohahjehean- stahAHP ITUHAHA!!~ THIHIS ISINT FUHUNNY!!-"

"Hm, I think it's a little funny.." He teased, whispering in Armin's ear. The ticklish boy went absolutely ballistic when he felt the warm breath of Jean tickle his ears. 'GEHET AWAHAYA!-"

Jean was amazed at the sensitivity of his friend, but also with the patience of everyone in the bar. Nobody even turned an eye when Armin screamed bloody murder.

Seeking an even better reaction from the survey-corps member, Jean stuck his fingers into both of Armin's armpits, roughly massaging them with his own thumb. Jean's thumbs circled around the centers of his death spot. "Noho, ihicahant- ta-HAKE THIHISAAHSHIHIT!!~"

"Ah, yes you can..~" His other fingers joined in on the ambush, skating across the slightly sweaty skin underneath Armin's arms. He shook in his seat, flailing his arms around - surprisingly not hitting Jean. The last thing he thought to do was close his arms. This only trapped those skilled fingers in the most ticklish spot he had. Jean's fingers pounded against the walls of his arms, whilst poking the tops of his pits.

"BAHAHA, STOHAOP IT JEHEAN I HAHATEHAH YOUHOYOAH!~"

"You don't mean that, sweetie~ you loove me!"

Armin lifted his arms, trying to get Jean's fingers to scurry off back where they came from, but there was one more problem the drunk boy didn't realize. His shirt basically trapped the other man's fingers onto his body - so lifting his arm's was doing barely anything. In fact, it only gave Jean the opportunity to scratch a sensitive patch of skin above his armpit, below his actual arm. "NAHASTOHOP!~ IHIT TIHICKLESAHAHHE!!"

"Hm.. should I stop? I dunno.."