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Jaune wasn’t a bad student by any measure. In fact, if there was anything he was verifiably good at, it was school work. Sure, after a couple years at Beacon his combat instincts had come along just fine, but he had always found the academic aspect of it easier. That’s not to say he always got good grades, he just preferred studying in the library to fighting giant killer monsters.
And Ren was the perfect study partner. It’s like he radiated a sense of focus, like being close enough to him allowed Jaune to dial into his books better than he would otherwise. Maybe it was the calming vibe Ren always seemed to give off? Whatever it was, Jaune liked being around him. Sure, studying with Pyrrha was great, though they tended to devolve into jokes and random conversations, and studying with Nora was...exciting. But Ren? He was the go-to study buddy of Team JNPR. If you wanted to seriously get something done, Ren was there for you.
Tonight, however, was proving to be the exception. Mostly because this study session had come about 24 hours after The Big Confession the night before. Jaune had started calling it that for a reason. It involved, among much else, the four members of his team finally abandoning all inhibitions and finally fessing up to crushing on each other. It was a night which led to Jaune having his first (Pyrrha) second (Nora) and third (Ren) kisses. And despite not sleeping very well, piling into the same bed to cuddle was an amazing experience.
It was Jaune’s crush on Ren, though, that he was most...anxious about? That might not have been the best word to describe it, but that was definitely how he felt. He’d never had a crush on a boy before meeting Ren, but the more time they spent together, the more Jaune struggled to think about anything other than how pretty Ren’s long, soft hair looked, or how lovely it was to listen to him on the rare occasion that he spoke. As time went on, Jaune began to notice more and more little details about Ren, and also began to notice how he was being affected. His crushes on Pyrrha and Nora came easy because, well...them. But he already knew about his attraction to girls and understood what was going on when he’d feel unusually sweaty around Pyrrha, or when he’d lose his ability to speak without stuttering when joking around with Nora. Ren though. He wanted to somehow see more of Ren. Despite all the staring he’d done, there was still something about Ren that Jaune just couldn’t put a finger on.
Speaking of staring...
“Is there something on my face?” Ren asked.
Jaune sat upright, causing his chair to scrape against the floor. “Huh? No, there’s nothing.”
“You sure?” Ren asked, glancing from his book to smile at Jaune in that kind yet playful way he did. “You were staring at me like I did.”
He had been caught and duly slouched in his chair. “My bad. I know, I know, ‘focus on your studies.’”
Ren chuckled and set his pencil down. “You know, if you and me being in a relationship is distracting you from your work, maybe we should do something about that?”
Jaune’s eyes widened and he shook his head. “No, I’m fine! I can focus, see?” He practically buried his face in his textbook. “See?”
Ren giggled, and Jaune already failed at “focusing” when he turned to watch Ren smile. It was like looking directly at a sunset, except he could stare all he wanted without risking his eyesight.
“I meant we should take a break from studying,” Ren told him, then marked and closed his book.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m into that,” Jaune said and shut his book quickly, then turned to face Ren. “So, what should we do—?”
Ren cut him off with a quick kiss on his lips. It was light and soft, like how it feels to put a flower to your nose to smell it. It sent millions of tiny lightning bolts down Jaune’s back and silenced him on the spot. His eyes fluttered, then opened to stare at Ren again. “O-oh...”
The blush on Ren’s face only made him look cuter. “I was thinking, and...” He looked to the side for a moment. “I wanted to maybe...spend some time with you, alone. Just us?”
Jaune kept staring at him, then managed to snap out of it when he remembered how to talk. “Yeah! That sounds great. We should definitely do that.”
Ren smiled, then gingerly reached over to take Jaune’s hand. “Wanna head to the dorm, then? I know Pyrrha and Nora are still in town with Team RWBY.”
Jaune had to manually keep his train of thought on the rails when Ren held his hand. How can he feel so soft yet so strong all at once? “I’d like that,” Jaune said with a nod.
Ren stood, and Jaune followed. “Wh-what about our books?” Jaune asked as Ren began to lead him out of the library.
“They’ll be here when we get back,” Ren told him, and Jaune decided he wouldn’t question further. Ren obviously had something in mind, and Jaune was more than happy to find out what it was.
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They barely made it into their dorm before Ren kissed him again, which was an unexpected but welcome surprise for Jaune. Ren was always so calm and reserved, but ever since The Big Confession, when it came to being affectionate, he jumped at every chance he got. Jaune was all the happier for it.
Ren had his arms wrapped tight around Jaune’s waist, holding their bodies together. Jaune had nowhere else to put his hands, so he rested them on Ren’s neck, hooking the fingers of one hand behind his head to keep him close. That same soft strength that Jaune felt whenever Ren held his hand was present when they kissed, too. Ren’s lips pushed against his, yet pulled him in closer all the same.
The kiss lasted so long that they both had to part to catch their breath, taking heavy breaths while still holding each other. Jaune felt that familiar hot, sweaty feeling overtake him, and his black hoodie was not helping matters. Nor was the awkward tightness in his jeans, which Ren had to have noticed from being so close. Jaune kept denying it in his head, but Ren knew. Jaune wanted to melt into a puddle and disappear from embarrassment, but Ren...smirked at him. A full-on, mischievous smirk.
“Jaune,” Ren murmured softly. “What’s on your mind?”
Jaune stopped himself from answering immediately with honesty, “Your biceps are really firm,” he was so so close to saying that. How he managed to avoid being a dumb dork for once was beyond him. Instead, he thought out the best romantic response he could think of: “You. Everything about you.”
Ren smiled, and his face got closer to Jaune’s. His eyes were gorgeous... “Wanna be more specific?” He asked.
“I...” Jaune struggled, but couldn’t get past the realization that Ren had definitely, 100% noticed. “I’m sorry. I’m...excited?”
Ren blinked. “Hm? Oh, you meant...” his voice trailed off, and their bodies pressed together again.
Jaune felt his bulge press against Ren’s thigh, and the sauna of his hoodie grew five degrees hotter. “Yeah, that...sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Ren said, then got closer and whispered in his ear. “I like it.”
Jaune couldn’t breathe. He never knew Ren to be this flirty. Then again, he’d never been Ren’s boyfriend before. Maybe this was a side of him that only Jaune and the rest of his team-turned-polycule would get to see? Whatever the case, Jaune definitely liked it too.
Jaune did want to be certain of something, however, because the last thing he wanted to happen was for him to make things awkward by wrongly assuming something. “Ren, just to make sure...do you want to do...” He gestured vaguely. “Stuff?”
“Depends on the stuff in question,” Ren answered wryly.
“Sexy stuff,” Jaune continued, blushing. “Or am I just being dumb and horny?”
Ren smiled. “Horny, you say?” He teased.
Jaune’s brain was going haywire. “N-Not that I’m like, horny horny, it’s just...you’re really attractive and I’m so close to you right now and I...” Ren’s lips were so close to his now, and Jaune’s ramblings began to give way to a whisper, then they kissed again.
They waltzed backward until the backs of Jaune’s legs touched a bed, and he fell back. Their lips parted again as Ren laughed, now lying on top of Jaune. “Watch out, clumsy,” he teased his team leader.
“H-Hey,” Jaune protested with a raging heat still spread all over his face. “I’m not nearly as clumsy as I used to be.”
“That’s true,” Ren hummed, then got close again and whispered. “But you have gotten stronger, and hotter...” Jaune felt Ren’s hand on his lower abdomen, a finger tip teasing beneath the bottom hem of his hoodie. “And sexier.”
Ren was serious. This was serious. Jaune had no idea what to do, but...Ren seemed to. Jaune wanted this so bad, so he figured it best to let Ren take the lead. “Ren...” Jaune whispered as he stared up at him. “Can we...?”
Ren met his eyes, and his smile was replaced with a serious yet soft expression. “Are you okay with that? Me touching you?”
Jaune would trust Ren to save him from a burning building. Of course he trusted him with his body. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to share this first-time experience with him. Jaune smiled and nodded. “I am. I want you to so bad,” he admitted.
Ren smiled and gently caressed Jaune’s cheek. “I love you, Jaune.”
They’d exchanged I love yous before, as friends, so it wasn’t hard to say. But now that they were together together, it took on a whole new, wonderful meaning. Jaune smiled back. “I love you too, Lie.”
They shared a prolonged look into each other’s eyes. It was nice, but Jaune had to interrupt it. “Okay, can you please take my hoodie off for me, though. I’m about to die.”
Ren grinned and laughed, pushing himself off of Jaune and pulling Jaune upright. “I’d love to,” he teased.
“I’m really sweaty so I really hope I don’t ruin the mood with my dude stink,” Jaune joked awkwardly.
“Nothing you could do could ruin this, Jaune,” Ren said quietly.
Jaune took a deep breath. “Okay, now I might cry, too. Way to go, Jaune. Really staying in the moment.”
Ren giggled and tugged on Jaune’s hoodie. Jaune raised his arms and the hoodie came right off, leaving him in a plain white shirt. It stuck to him a little from sweat, but the cool air made him feel a lot better. “Thanks,” Jaune said, only to freeze when, after tossing the hoodie aside, Ren reached down again to pull his shirt off.
Ren paused. “You okay?” He asked.
“I...” Jaune shook his head violently to clear his thoughts. “I’m just really nervous. Like, a good nervous. But...I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Ren sighed and smiled. “Jaune, you don’t have to worry, okay?”
“But...what do we even do?” He asked. “It’s not like we...” His face lit up red. “We don’t have lube, do we...?” He whispered, embarrassed but earnest.
Ren laughed, loud and uninhibited. It was the kind of laugh that could reassure Jaune no matter what. “You’re putting too much pressure on yourself, Jaune,” Ren told him.
“I’m just saying...” Jaune continued. He knew how awkward he was being but he also kind of wanted to put his worries out there. “I don’t know how to sex, okay? What should I do?”
Ren smiled and cupped his cheek, bringing Jaune’s eyes up to his. “Jaune, you don’t have to think about it that much. Just...love me.”
Jaune closed his eyes and sighed. “Yeah. I can do that.”
“Tell me, Jaune,” Ren murmured softly. “What do you want to do, right now, with me? Tell me exactly what you want.”
Jaune swallowed down a lump of nervousness in his throat and took a breath. “I...want us to take off our clothes.”
“Then let’s do it,” Ren told him, and when Jaune opened his eyes, Ren had taken his jacket off. Underneath it, he wore a black skin-tight tank top that complimented his slim, athletic frame. Ren looked at Jaune for a moment, then rolled his eyes affectionately. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it,” he teased, reaching forward and taking Jaune’s shirt tail into his hands. Jaune held his breath but allowed Ren to pull his shirt away.
Ren tossed it aside and looked at Jaune, and...that glint in his eyes. Something about it made Jaune feel amazing. Ren didn’t have to say a word, because Jaune could tell what was going through Ren’s mind in that moment. It was written all over his face. Ren thought Jaune was sexy, and Jaune could not suppress the urge to grin at him. “I love it when you look at me like that,” he admitted.
Ren met his eyes and blushed. “Well, get used to it,” he said as he looked to the side. Despite Ren’s confidence and flirty ways, there was still that bashfulness that Jaune adored, the small smile and faint blush that would bloom on his cheeks when he was vulnerable yet comfortable. “I’ll be looking at you like that a lot more now.”
Jaune pushed himself up off the bed and stepped closer. Ren turned to meet his eyes once again, then Jaune grabbed Ren’s top and tugged on it. Ren raised his arms and the tank top came off, leaving them both shirtless. Ren closed his eyes and let out a breath, then placed his hands on Jaune’s bare shoulders. Jaune felt him squeeze, like he was feeling his muscles. “Gods, you’re so strong,” Ren muttered, his words a barely voiced whisper, like he was just as taken aback by how far Jaune had come as he was complimentary of him.
“Th-Thank you,” Jaune stammered quietly, thinking of nothing else to say. With Ren’s hands on him, there wasn’t much else he could do. He wanted nothing more than for Ren to take control, to love him.
“We still have more to take off,” Ren noted, reminding Jaune of his jeans.
Jaune hadn’t forgotten at all. “Could you...?” He began to ask, then trailed off. But Ren understood, as evidenced by his hands finding their way to Jaune’s belt and undoing it. Jaune forgot to breathe, too focused on the feeling of Ren undressing him. It felt almost euphoric, to be desirable enough for Ren to want to uncover him like a gift he was desperate to lay his eyes on. Jaune felt good about himself, which he wasn’t yet used to. But just as Ren assured him, he would get used to it, so long as Ren had something to do about it.
Jaune’s belt was cast aside, and with a soft hum, Ren tugged on the waistband of Jaune’s jeans and unbuttoned them. His erect member strained against the fabric, but as Ren unzipped his jeans, and began to shove them down, Jaune’s face lit up with a burning heat. Those feelings of inadequacy and fear of judgement encroached on his mind. He felt so exposed and vulnerable, with his erection so prominently poking up from beneath his gray boxer briefs, a faint dark spot seeping through at the tip.
“Gods...” Ren muttered, and something about the faint roughness in his voice snapped Jaune out of his spiral of self doubt. He looked at Ren, but Ren was staring downward, at his erection, and Jaune felt his heart swell. The feeling of euphoric validation rushed back to Jaune. He wasn’t that well endowed or the most athletic guy, but if Ren was this affected, this turned on by him...
Jaune wanted to keep that feeling going. He wanted it to mix with the pleasure that he desired, his wish to be touched and physically loved by someone he cared so deeply for. He reached up and grabbed Ren by the forearm and squeezed, pulling him a bit. Jaune felt his forehead rest against Ren’s cheek, and he whispered, “Please touch me...”
Ren moved to do exactly that, and without looking down, Jaune felt Ren hook a finger under his boxer briefs and tug down until his erection was freed. Ren exhaled right in Jaune’s ear, sending a shiver throughout his body. Jaune closed his eyes, wanting to focus all of his attention on what he was about to feel.
Jaune felt soft fingertips caress the underside of his cock, and it felt like his entire body lit up with pleasure. He moaned quietly, then blushed from embarrassment and closed his mouth. He felt Ren’s face move closer and nestle gently into the crook of his neck. Ren kissed him just above the clavicle, hooking his free hand behind Jaune’s neck as if steadying them both. Then Jaune felt Ren’s hand wrap around his erection, and he began to stroke him, slow and gentle.
Jaune’s knees shook, and he reached out to hold onto Ren. He grasped the sides of Ren’s torso and felt the subtle lines, curves and edges of this toned body. Jaune moaned breathily, not wanting to be too loud. Ren’s hand felt so good, the way it wrapped around him so lightly and yet the brush of his skin against Jaune’s was enough to send fire through his veins.
“How does that feel?” Ren whispered, his face still lightly leaned against Jaune’s shoulder. Jaune could feel Ren’s warm breath on his skin.
“So good,” Jaune admitted. He reached behind Ren and squeezed him just below the shoulder blades, enjoying the feeling of the soft muscle under his hands.
Ren let out a long sigh, and his movements sped up momentarily. It took Jaune by surprise, and he let out an unintentionally loud cry as he bent at the knees a bit more. The pleasure was getting to him, and his ability to stand upright was waning. Ren then slowed to a stop, and he took a step back. Jaune opened his eyes and looked at Ren questioningly, only to watch him as he knelt down. Ren tugged Jaune’s jeans the rest of the way down so he could step out of them, and his underwear went the same way.
Jaune now stood naked, his mouth hanging open in both wonder and uncertainty. Ren got back to his feet, shared a smile and a glance at Jaune’s eyes, then he began to undress the rest of the way himself. Off came Ren’s pants and underwear, and Jaune couldn’t help but stare. Ren’s member was big and hard, longer than Jaune’s, and Jaune was definitely okay with that. “My gods, Ren...” Jaune muttered, otherwise at a loss for words.
Ren did not waste any further time, however, stepped close once again and capturing Jaune’s lips in a kiss. He moved so quickly that he knocked Jaune back, and they both fell onto the bed, with Ren lying on top of him.
Jaune felt Ren’s member against his, and when Ren moaned into his mouth and ground his hips back and forth, Jaune let out an approving moan is response. Their cocks rubbed together and it felt amazing. Jaune wanted so much more, even starting to buck his own hips and trying to sync up with Ren’s movements. He moaned again, and Ren took advantage by pushing his tongue deeper into his mouth, and Jaune gladly allowed him to explore.
Ren rested a hand on Jaune’s chest and groped desperately, grasping at the muscle over his heart. Jaune kept his arms around him, one securely across Ren’s upper back with the other gripping Ren’s backside, enjoying how it felt as Ren gyrated his hips.
The sensation of having Ren up against him was pushing Jaune close to his limit, which he let Ren know by moaning louder and longer than before in a gradual crescendo. Ren released the kiss with a wet pop, and they both took a few harsh deep breaths before Jaune spoke, “I’m close...Ren, I’m getting close...”
“Oh, Jaune,” Ren moaned his name, which only sent him hurtling to his edge faster.
“Rub me again,” Jaune asked desperately, wanting to feel Ren’s gentle touch again. Ren did as he asked, moving his knees to the side to straddle Jaune and taking Jaune’s cock in his hand, stroking faster than he had before. With his other hand, Ren stroked himself at the same speed, making himself cry out with pleasure.
It was the sight of Ren pleasuring himself that pushed Jaune into ecstasy. He gripped Ren’s firm thighs as he felt his body orgasm, throwing his head back and moaning loud and uninhibited. “Ren! Ohhh gods, yes!”
Ren watched as Jaune came on himself, then gasped and bit his lip as he stroked himself even faster. “Jaune, I... Jaune!” Ren moaned, then he came as will, adding to the mess all over Jaune’s upper body.
They both remained in tense ecstasy, neither of them moving as they both gasped to catch their breath. Jaune’s body finally began to relax, and he looked back up at Ren. His eyes were closed, his dark hair framing his face as he looked down. Jaune stroked Ren’s leg gently. “Oh, Ren...” He hummed, his own breathing returning to somewhat normal, still heavy but slowing. He was suddenly aware of the mess of cum all over his stomach and chest, his own and Ren’s mixed together. Jaune knew then and there that he’d never get tired of this feeling.
Ren finally opened his eyes and smiled down at Jaune, sighing roughly. “How...did that feel?” He asked, biting his lip as his eyes traveled down Jaune’s body.
“Amazing,” Jaune admitted, smiling up at Ren, then looked done at his upper body and chuckled. “Messy.”
Ren giggled. “Need help getting cleaned up?” He asked, his voice soft and gentle.
Jaune nodded, but before he could say anything, Ren climbed off of him and got to his feet, which was a little disappointing. That disappointment was quickly quelled, however, when Ren reached down and grabbed Jaune’s hand, asking, “What to hop in the shower together?”
A dorky grin grew on Jaune’s face, and he nodded. “That sounds nice—”
Suddenly, they both heard the jiggling of the door handle. They froze and turned to the dorm door. “Uh,” was all either of them could get out before the door swung open, and in stepped Nora and Pyrrha.
Four pairs of eyes stared at each other for a long moment as the door slowly swung closed behind the new arrivals.
“Oh,” Pyrrha muttered, the shade of red on her cheeks rivaling that of her hair. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to—”
“YOU TWO ARE FUCKING WITHOUT US?!” Nora exclaimed.
Jaune and Ren shared an embarrassed glance, then Jaune chuckled and shrugged. “It’s called a study break?”