A/N: Well, here is my new story! Consists of three chapters~ For this story, I don't know how well I can keep up with it, as well as my other ones. I may not upload everything once a week on weekends like I want only because I've gotten a lot more hours at work these days. I am writing when I can, but still~ When you get home from work, the first thing you do it relax, not get right back to work. I consider this my second job, but I like this a lot. :3
I had a lot more to say, I know I did, but I totally forgot. For those of you who know me, this shouldn't come as a surprise to you. XD Well, I guess that's it for me then!
じゃね！
-Misty
P.S. Oh yeah, quick not. These bars here:
I hate them. Hate, hate, hate them. XD I knew I wasn't going to get away with this fanfic without them, though, so I had no choice. You probably don't care, but~ It's a fun fact of the day. XD
It's A One Time Thing
(Modern AU) They're are the only ones who trust each other enough to go this far. They keep sayings it's a simple thing, which it means absolutely nothing, but, to be honest, that couldn't be any farther from the truth.
Rated M: Sexual content, adult language
Couple: Eren x Armin
Anime: Shingeki No Kyojin
Lips lingered together for a few moments before breaking apart, giving the chance for breath to fill their lungs. Breaths mingled together slowly as the two childhood friends got their first chance to breathe. Their faces remained close, letting hot air fan across their face and their eyes open to look at each other. Eyes were locked together; tired blue eyes on lustful but also tired green eyes. The looks given were calm, but all at once familiar and comforting.
A hand was brought up to cradle the taller ones cheek, gently so as not to surprise the person above him. His friend smiled in affection and clasped his hand over the smaller one on his cheek, capturing the warmth and trapping it to his body. He closed his green eyes just so he could focus solely on the hand within his own.
"Feeling any better, Eren?" His friend asked him. Eren opened an eye and peeked down at his friend.
The boy's cheeks were flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and the coming-off high of lust. His eyes were wide and his blue gaze was deafening, but all the same Eren couldn't bring himself to look away. The boy underneath him was completely adorable, but at the same time attractive and beautiful. How could you look away with such a dangerous combination mere inches from you?
Eren released his friends hand and nodded his head. A sigh escaped him before he rested his head down on his friend's chest and let the muscles along his back, shoulders and neck relax.
"Yeah, I'm feeling much better now." He mumbled. "Thank you, Armin." He added.
"Not much of a problem as I see it." The blond mumbled distractedly while his fingers played in Eren's brown hair. Eren chuckled from the response. He closed his eyes, letting his fatigue wash over him relentlessly. He didn't get to sleep the night before because he was called into work. He was so tired that he would have probably slept anywhere at that point. He was more than thankful that he was not only in his bed and in his house, but also lying on top of his childhood friend and coming down from his adrenaline rush.
He was quite content where he was right now. He was just about ready to cry he was so happy.
"You didn't sleep well last night, did you?" Armin asked quietly. Eren was already half asleep when he spoke. The words had to go through a hazy filter, but when they were filed in the appropriate place in his mind, he nodded his head.
"Mhm..." He mumbled. He could barely register that Armin giggled from his response. He felt Armin shift a little in place, the familiar feeling of wet between their chests and legs before Armin spoke up again.
"Eren, it's three-o-two..." He whispered. Eren groggily opened his eyes to look at the clock on his bedside table. As true as Armin said, it was three-o-two. "Mikasa will be home any minute." Armin said.
Eren groaned audibly in agitation. He moved his tired limbs up so he could brace himself with his elbows and pushed himself up.
"God damn it..." He hissed. Eren pushed himself to sit on his butt with his feet tucked under it. He yawned in another audible and exasperated manner, just to show his annoyance.
Armin frowned, equally as annoyed as Eren, and sat up from under him. He winced to the sore muscles in his lower back, but he didn't let on to the pain. He didn't want Eren to worry.
"I was so comfortable." Eren groaned and started the search for his clothes. He wasn't sure why he would bother to put his old and dirty ones back on. It was his apartment and he could easily go to his closet and get some, but he didn't feel like getting up and moving.
"If I had known what time it was, maybe we could have done it another time." Armin fumbled with the buttons of his white shirt as he spoke. Eren shook his head in disapproval.
"Don't say that. I'm glad you came over. I really needed that release." He said. He noticed the small blush on Armin's cheeks from the statement and he smiled. It was cute how easily flustered his friend got when he spoke like that. It was so easy to mess with him or sometimes tease him.
"Eventually, though, if we keep doing dangerous stuff like this, Mikasa is going to find out." Armin said, his flush darkening with embarrassment. They hadn't even been found out and yet he was embarrassed at what her reaction would be, if any.
"You've been saying that for years now." Eren scoffed and playfully slapped his blushing friend. He was right. Mikasa hadn't found out about them for the time they'd been doing this, and they'd been having sex a lot longer than a few years. It was only a few years later that Armin started to get self-conscious about what they were doing.
All of the questions he should have thought of before they first had sex rose up before and after each time they did it all the time now. Would she be surprised? Confused? Would she question them nonstop about their relationship? Or better yet, with her origins and bloodline, would she find what they were doing repulsive? Would she try to keep them apart? Armin didn't want that at all.
So caught up in the horrifying thoughts, he didn't notice a fully dressed Eren had crawled up from behind him.
"It's not like you don't love it." Eren whispered in his ear and then gently blew in it. Armin jumped in placed from the action and covered his ear, his cheeks turning darker, though he doubted that was possible. Eren nearly broke into laughter, but he wasn't finished teasing his friend yet. "I mean, you always keep begging me for more so I naturally assumed-" Armin quickly covered Eren's mouth, his embarrassment reaching a whole new level as he attempted to shut his friend up.
Eren laughed into the palm of his hand, enjoying the cute yet predictable reaction his friend was having. Of all the times he wondered it, he now came to the conclusion that he was a sadist in some manner, because he was enjoying this way too much.
"B-Be quiet, be quiet!" Armin said in a panicked whisper. Eren laughed a little more and ruffled Armin's already unruly blond hair. Armin looked away at anything but Eren, fearing that if he looked into his eyes he would simply fall apart. Eren already saw his obvious conclusion though. He knew exactly what he was thinking because of how long they had been friends and he knew exactly how to make him feel better.
With that being said, it was also obvious he wasn't going to do what would make Armin feel better. He'd tease him a little more before probably kissing him affectionately, and if it weren't for Mikasa's upcoming arrival he'd probably have sex with him again. It had become a ritual, a pattern, an almost daily routine. It was normal, but he'd deny to anyone who'd ask that the underlying feelings were hidden away in the back of his mind.
He'd never speak them out loud.
Instead of thinking about that, he'd gone about kissing Armin. The boy barely had time to breathe before Eren had yanked his hand off of his mouth, pinned it to the side of the bed and kissed him senselessly. Armin was only surprised for half a second before he reacted and kissed back. His hand reached up to brush along Eren's sharp jaw and to his hair where he settled his fingers into the brown hair on Eren's head. He reacted with a small moan as Eren's free hand (the one not pinning his hand down) roamed over his thin body and to his chest where he teased his clothed body.
That moan was the only sound in the room, followed by the sound of the apartment door opening. Eren and Armin pulled away to listen to the sounds of someone shuffling around in the living room.
"Eren, I'm home!" It was Mikasa's voice. Armin immediately squeaked in response while Eren had jumped back fast in fear that Mikasa would walk in at any minute. This resulted in him completely missing the bed and falling out off of it, the thud was so loud that Mikasa could hear it from the living room.
"A-Are you okay?" Armin asked in a whisper. Eren sat up and ran his hand through his hair to fix it.
"Yes, now get dressed!" Eren and Armin froze when there was a knock on his door.
"Eren, is everything alright in there?" Mikasa asked from outside his door. Eren mentally thanked himself for locking his bedroom door at some point, though he didn't remember when. It was probably sometime after he had pushed Armin down onto his bed. He remembered closing his door, but after that was kind of a blur.
"Y-Yeah, everything is fine!" Eren called out. Armin was looking through the loose sheets of Eren's bed for his underwear, panicking when they weren't in his view. Eren found Armin's jeans on the floor and handed them to him, noticing the dilemma all at the same time.
"Eren, why is the door locked?" Mikasa asked. The two boys were shaking with fear as Mikasa tried opening the door to his room.
"J- I'm just getting dressed!" Armin found his underwear after some mind racking time and pulled them on along with his pants. As he went about putting his socks and shoes on, Eren went to his door so he could finally get his sister to stop trying to break it down. He unlocked it and opened it, but he busted through the door, pushed Mikasa back and closed the door behind him.
"Eren, what's going on?" She asked with a stern voice. She already knew something was up and she wasn't all too pleased to have been pushed backwards by her brother.
"Nothing, nothing!" Eren said and waved his hands in front of his face. "What makes you think something is going on?"
"Why'd you lock the door?" Mikasa asked.
"C-Cause I didn't want anyone walking in while I was getting dressed." Eren repeated his previous excuse, but Mikasa gave him a contorted look. Either she didn't believe him or she didn't understand his excuse.
"... Why? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before." She stated bluntly.
"S-Shut up!" Eren yipped. He wasn't sure if his face was red or pale from embarrassment.
"Mom used to make us talk baths together when we were younger and sometimes you would jump into the pool without your swimming trunks on-"
"I said shut up!" Mikasa giggled quietly when Eren's voice cracked under the pressure of a higher tone. Eren didn't want Mikasa speaking so loud, especially when Armin was still in the other room and probably listening to everything intently.
"Well it's true." She shrugged her shoulders and said. Her intense gaze was gone now and she seemed more playful than angry, although she still felt a little stung from being pushed.
"You're so embarrassing..." Eren grumbled to himself while rubbing the back of his neck. "Besides, that was when we were kids. I'm an adult now." Mikasa smiled and rubbed her brother's head.
"My poor Eren..." She cooed. He glared up at her, giving her a bit of an annoying little brother look, even though he was older by two months.
"How was work?" He asked in a grumble. Mikasa sighed as she shrugged her shoulders again and finally walked away from the door. Eren followed closely, making sure she didn't try going to his room at some point (Because she would do that).
"The usual I guess. I had another client break something at the punching bag." She said.
"That's the second one this week. That can't be good." Eren said, a little worried himself.
"Normally I would be a little anxious about it, but they were both long time costumers. They're like family at the gym so I'm not worried." Mikasa assured as she pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. "What about you? How was work for you?" She asked.
"Ah, boring as usual. More selling crap to unappreciative assholes. Wee." Eren rolled his eyes as he spoke. Mikasa patted his back with a smile, but it was more of an "I feel sorry for you" smile.
"If you don't like the place, you could always quit." She suggested.
"We can't afford this apartment with just your salary." Eren mumbled. He would have been more than happy to quit, but such an expensive apartment needed money.
"You don't have to work so much though, Eren. A couple of days a week is fine." Mikasa said while rubbing his back. Eren looked up at her with a not too pleased expression.
"I'm not fifteen anymore, Mikasa. I'm twenty-one years old. Can't you treat me like an adult for once?" He asked. Mikasa didn't even think of the response. She only shook her head as a no. He sighed in defeat and watched Mikasa walk to the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower, Eren." She said and disappeared behind the door to their bathroom. Eren nodded his head and waved, but he didn't make an audible response. He watched the door close, his heartbeat pacing faster and faster as he waited for Mikasa to truly be taking a shower. The shower started and a few minutes after that Eren deemed it safe for Armin to come out.b
Eren bolted from the living room back to his room. He peeked into his room to see it was empty.
"Armin, it's safe." He whispered. Armin's head popped up from behind the bed and his eyes looked at Eren.
"Are you sure?" He asked. Eren smiled and nodded his head.
"Yeah. Mikasa is in the shower." He said. Armin stood up from the bed and followed Eren out the door. They tiptoed past the bathroom door and to the living room where they left through the front door. Eren quietly closed the front door behind and when they were free and safe Eren slid against the door and sighed. Armin himself was leaning against the hallway wall, gripping his white shirt and panting like he had done a fifteen mile run under an hour.
Eren chuckled at the sight, but also to the obvious (but not so much to Armin) mix and mess of buttons. Armin had been in such a haste to get dressed that his shirt was completely crooked and his hair was still all over the place. Again it was another adorable thing for his childhood friend to do. Sure, Armin wasn't a kid anymore, he was another twenty-one year old hard working adult, but he was still cute.
"Your shirt," Eren pointed out. Armin seemed to be pulled from his moment of terror to hear Eren. He looked to Eren and then down to his shirt where his face went red from embarrassment, or redder.
"Ah crap!" He started fiddling with the buttons of his shirt to fix it. Eren laughed again and stood up from the floor to aid in his friend's task. He started from the bottom while Armin worked on the top, and after half a minute they met in the middle. Armin's eyes widened when their hands brushed together and quickly from embarrassment he pulled away.
"S-Sorry," He mumbled. Eren chuckled.
"What are you apologizing for?" Eren asked. Armin took a moment to breathe properly, attempting to calm his nerves and compose himself. It worked. After a few seconds the color in his cheeks went away and his heart wasn't pounding so painfully under his skin. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head while he hummed.
"Never mind, it's nothing." He said. Eren seemed skeptical by his tone, but he decided that he'd ignore it for now. If it was important it'd come up again.
"Alright then," He said in a not-to-convincing tone. Armin stood by against the wall, his fingers beginning to fiddle with the end of his wrinkled shirt as he waited for Eren to continue. He didn't want him to, because then it'd end as fast as it started, and he didn't want that, but it had to end at some point. He could see the all too familiar look on Eren's face; that look of some regret mixed with guilt and sadness. It was coming; he just wished it didn't have to be now.
"So um..." Maybe it he started it then the pain wouldn't be as bad. That's what Armin hoped for. "I guess it's time for me to leave, huh?" He asked.
Nope. That didn't help.
Eren was surprised that Armin said it first. Normally he was the one who started the goodbye, but apparently that wasn't so today. Maybe Armin had somewhere more important to be?
"I guess so." Eren hid the sadness in his voice. He didn't want to let on that he didn't want Armin to leave yet.
"I should get going before Mikasa sees me." The blond said. Armin ran his fingers through his hair and sighed when feeling a knot in his hair. No doubt the knot was caused by Eren's grabby hands.
"Alright then..." Eren patted Armin's shoulder and turned to go back into his apartment. Armin turned away to leave, but then remembered something after feeling in his pocket for his cellphone.
"Oh yeah; Eren?" He said. Eren turned his head as he opened the door a little, his hopes perking up when hearing his friend call out for him.
"Yeah...?" He responded. Armin looked at him for a moment, a little quiet, but a small smirk was clinging to his lips.
"... If Mikasa has any pictures of you in the bathtub when you were younger, could you tell her to send those to me? I'd love to see them."
Eren dropped his head onto the door. The loud thud reverberated through the hall.
Armin broke into a supercilious laughter, along with some happy tears at the corners of his eyes. He wiped the corners of his eyes and waved his hand at Eren.
"I'll see you later, Eren." He said and started walking. Eren responded with a wave and a simple throaty sound to show he heard him.
This was the part they hated the most, because there was no kiss goodbye.
"Jean, where are those orders?" Armin leaned against the hot counter and asked with an irritable voice.
"Tell those teenagers to be patient. I'm cooking as fast as I can." Jean flipped a pancake onto a plate and set it on the tray.
"Tell teenagers to be patient... You don't remember being a kid, do you Jean?" Armin retorted. Jean scoffed and wiped his forehead with his arm.
"I remember. Kids are just impatient. They have no morals or manners." Jean dropped the last pancake onto the plate sitting on the tray and gave it to Armin.
"Oh so very true," Armin rolled his eyes as he picked up one more cup filled to the brim with water and left Jean to his job. He left the kitchen and walked into the restaurant portion where only a few groups of people were.
Today was a slow day and he was happy about that, but there was this one group of kids who came in who were nothing but trouble. It wasn't that they were serious trouble, they were just loud and obnoxious and unfortunately that was where he was taking this order too. Armin had the tray over his shoulder as he walked up to the table; a wolf whistle from one of the girls annoyed him.
"Alright, who had the side order of fries?" Armin asked.
"That'd be me!" The boy at the far end of the booth raised his hand and bellowed while banging his hand against the table. The whole table of teens seemed to find his behavior funny and laughed at the sight. Armin inwardly grumbled to himself, not letting his irritation show. He had to lean over the table to hand the teen his food, and as if it wasn't enough, one of the girls reached out and grabbed at his butt. Armin yipped in response and stood up quickly, nearly dropping the rest of the food.
The whole group broke out into more obtuse laughter, one nearly falling out of the booth. Armin let out a small, pitiful chuckle, going along with them, but his face was red with embarrassment and anxiety. He didn't want to work this table anymore. He set down the rest of the food and left without another word. He paced himself back to the kitchen and once inside he fell against the wall.
"Oi, Armin, I heard you yip from here. What happened out there?" Jean asked. Armin bent his head over his knees, holding back a small sob while hiding his head in knees. "Armin...?" Jean pressed on.
Armin stood up, rubbed his hands against his eyes and shook his head. He walked out of the kitchen and to the bar where the next order had been placed. He reached out to get it, but Jean stopped him by smacking the back of his hand with the spatula.
"Armin, what happened?" He asked. Armin whined and rubbed the back of his hand. He quickly gave up, though, knowing Jean wouldn't let him work until he spilled his guts.
"Uh... One of the girls grabbed me, that's all..." He looked down at the floor, feeling ashamed for saying it and disgusted that it happened.
"Grabbed you...? Grabbed you where? I'll kick her out!" Jean's voice boomed far above the hiss of the hot stove in anger. Armin shook his head and pushed Jean's spatula away.
"Don't, Jean. Let them eat and leave." He huffed and a tear nearly slipped past his blue (but slightly tinted red because he wanted to cry) eye. He bent his head down and rubbed his eye against his shoulder.
"Screw that! People can't just act like that an expect nothing as a consequence!" Jean's voice raised even more and Armin had to shush him so he wouldn't disturb the other costumers.
"Want me to get rid of them?" The two looked past Armin's shoulder and saw Annie sitting at the bar, her finger twirling a spoon in her drink. Her hair was tucked away in a bun behind her head, but her bangs were covering one eye and nearly touching her drink because she was hunched over so much.
They had nearly forgotten that she was there.
"Annie... W-What could you do?" Armin asked.
Annie looked up at the two without really moving her head and hummed. She sat up from her stool and disappeared down the isle of tables. The two shared a look at each other and then back to where their sight lost her.
About ten seconds later the group of teens came running out from their table, empty handed (besides what they came in with) and were screaming with fear. The one who had copped a cheap feel with Armin had tripped over her own two feet and was crawling away. She looked back to see Annie coming up from behind her and she quickly got to her feet and ran out after we friends.
Armin and Jean stood by, watching as Annie watched the kids get into their cars as fast as they could. Once they were completely gone, their cars far out of Annie's line of sight, she walked back over to the bar and placed a few crumpled bills on the counter.
"They aren't that bad. They left you a nice tip." She said with a bored tone and started stirring her drink again. Armin and Jean looked at each other again, but this time they broke out into laughter. Armin fell against the counter edge and wiped his eyes, tears falling from them because he was laughing so hard.
"Annie, if that's your way of asking for a job then you got it!" Jean said through his laughter. Annie didn't seem at all phased by the idea; she just nodded her head at the comment.
"Annie, thank you. You just made my day." Armin finished off his laughter with a fit of giggles. The apathetic expression on Annie's face turned into one with a small smile. Granted, it was small and weak looking, a little forced as well, but it was a smile all the same.
Armin took the money off of the counter and unscrambled it. He counted it out: five twenties and two tens. Armin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment before he looked to Annie.
"Annie, there is sixty dollars more than what they bought." He pointed out.
"I said they left you a nice tip." She mumbled with her lips to her drink.
"It's not like they're coming back for it." Jean leaned against the edge of the stove and poked the back of Armin's head with the spatula. Armin swatted him away and laughed.
"You're both rotten." He pushed the sixty into his pocket for safe keeping and put the rest in the register.
"Could you do that to every costumer so we can have those kinds of tips every day?" Jean asked. He didn't see it, but with Armin being so close, he could see the smile pulling at the ends of Annie's lips. Armin smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Jean, where is that next order?" Armin asked.
"It's right here. Keep your damn pants on." Jean pushed the food forward. Armin scrunched up his nose to the smell of the heavy, alcoholic drink that was with the food. He picked up the food and placed it up the tray and lifted the drink hesitantly.
He didn't like alcohol. Never had and never will. He remembered he tried some one time in his freshman year of college. It had been spiked (to his unknowing innocence) so it was extra strong, landing him in the hospital to get his stomach pumped. He wasn't going down that road again, whether the alcohol was strong or wasn't, whether that night was his fault or not.
He sighed as he walked with the drink and food to the table that had ordered it and served them. Thankfully it was a simple, older couple who were enjoying a nice evening out. This made Armin feel a little more secure and like he wasn't going to get felt up again. He made sure the couple was happy with everything before leaving with the empty tray in his hands.
Walking back behind the counter, he placed his tray down on the counter and looked back. There was only one order left and it was just getting started, so it was a good time to relax. He could see Jean already relaxing behind the stove, washing his hands and then cleaning some stray food particles around the kitchen before getting to work on the next meal.
At some point while Armin was serving, Annie had left. She left a ten dollar tip, a lot bigger than she normally left; normally she'd leave a two to three dollar tip. Armin picked it up and pushed it into his pocket and then cleaned her drink. He found it odd, but somehow funny, that Annie always ordered such a large drink on her lunch break and only had about a fifth of it. She never ate anything from there and he distantly wondered if she actually ever ate anything on her lunch breaks.
"Such a waste..." Armin sighed as he put the nearly full cup onto Jean's counter. "Here, Jean." He said. Jean turned around, his face showing immediate dejection.
"Awe man. I know it's just a drink but I work hard on the crap I make. She could, at least, take it with her." Armin chuckled at his response.
Before leaving for the kitchen where he could sit down, Armin felt strong arms wrap around his waist. He felt hands settle on his hips and he smiled just after jumping in his place from the initial touch.
"Don't scare me like that, Eren." He said. He heard the all too familiar chuckle of his friend behind him.
"I'm sorry," Eren apologized.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Armin turned around in Eren's arms so he could face the boy as he asked.
"What? I can't come by, see you and grab something to eat?" Eren asked with an adorable pouty face.
"No; I didn't mean "here" here. I meant what are you doing behind the counter? You're going to get me in trouble... Again." Armin playfully slapped Eren's shoulder and pulled out from his firm but also gentle grasp.
"Oh please. You aren't going to get in trouble." Eren scoffed and leaned against the counter.
"Again," Armin repeated. Eren sighed in defeat and nodded his head. Before Armin even noticed the thoughts going through Eren's head, the taller boy jumped over the counter with little impertinence for the cleanliness of it or for the costumers around to see it. Eren landed on the other side of the counter and plopped his butt down into one of the stools. "God damn it, Eren; you're going to get me fired." Armin smacked Eren's shoulder from over the counter, but he couldn't stop himself from grinning and laughing.
"Alright, alright. I'm truly sorry." Eren held up his hands like he was throwing in the towel.
"Oi, Eren." Jean said from behind the stove in the kitchen. "Stop distracting my waiter. We're too busy for your crap today." Jean waved a whisk in Eren's direction as he spoke. Eren sat back in his stool and looked around, eyes curious before looking back.
"Yeah, you guys look really busy today." He rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Armin, when did you guys put jackass on the menu?" He asked. Jean hugged from where he stood and went back to cooking.
"Eren stop it. Behave." Armin leaned against the counter so he could be closer to Eren. Eren did the same, closing the space between them so there was only a few inches left. "So, what can I help you with, Eren?" Armin asked.
"Well, let me think..." Eren wiggled around in his stool from side to side as he thought. The sight got Armin to chuckle. "Sasha and Christa invited Mikasa over for the night, which means I'll have the apartment all to myself for a night." A coy smirk arose on Eren's lips as he spoke. Armin felt a tingle go down his spine at Eren's words.
He wasn't stupid. He knew where this was going.
He peeked back at Jean to see where he was. Jean was standing by the sink and putting dishes in hot water. Seeing this, Armin took it upon himself and leaned in closer to brush his lips against Eren's, but just barely.
"Either you are implying something or we're just going to get together, watch horrifying movies and get drunk off of popcorn and soda; is that right?" Armin asked with a coy smile. Eren tilted his head to the side while his green eyes gazed into Armin's own blue ones.
"So what time will you be over?" Eren asked.
"I get off at five. Is a little bit after okay?" Armin questioned. Eren felt his own tingling sensation go down his back.
"Perfect," He said.
"Oi lovebirds," Jean interrupted. The two looked over Armin's shoulder to see Jean holding out a plate of food. "Sorry to bother you, but Armin has an order to deliver at table seven."
"I'll get it in a second, Jean. Don't worry," Armin assured. He looked back to Eren, his cheeks tinted pink from being caught in such an intimate speech between him and his friend. Eren lifted a daring hand to Armin's face and let his thumb brush over Armin's lips.
"Don't blush so easily now, Armin. I'd rather you save that for tonight when you're moaning my name." Eren brushed his fingers against Armin's flaring red cheek and winked his eye. With that and a wave to Jean, he left.
Armin wasn't so sure if he had ever blushed so much in his life. He was sure that he had blushed plenty of times before, but hearing those words come out of Eren's mouth, in public no less, well he could feel the heat radiating in his cheeks. He was simply frozen where he stood, still leaning against the counter with his eyes wide in shock. It was only when Jean threw a dirty rag at Armin's head that the boy finally snapped out of his daze.
"Hey, what's with you? Hurry up and serve people, will you?" Jean quipped. Armin collected himself with a heavy breath and a bite to the inside of his lip. He walked back over to Jean's counter to grab the prepared tray of food. He pulled it into his hands as Jean waved a hand at him. "Hey, I have a question."
"What is it?" Armin asked as he balanced the tray in his hands.
"Eren is always coming over here to see you and you guys are a little… Clingy…?" His voice seemed questioning, as if he were trying to think of a better word to use, but not finding one. "Well you two are always together, so I was just wondering if you were… Well together?" He asked bluntly.
"T-Together?" Armin flushed at Jean's use of words. "You mean like dating?"
"Are you saying you are?" Jean asked.
"N-No!" Armin's voice cracked in his response. "No, we're just friends!" Jean smirked at Armin's blushing face and rather predictable response.
"So you're just friends?" He asked with a chuckle.
"Y-Yes, that's it." Armin said through a breath. "He's just a friend." Armin turned on his heel with the food on the tray. He dropped his head a little, hoping the bangs of his blond hair would cover some of his blush. He also hoped Jean would stop staring at him, which he could tell he was just by the pressure he felt.
"Just a really good friend…" He murmured the last part.
The only sound in the room that wasn't panting and moaning was the movie playing on the television.
The two of them wrestled each other in the midst of Eren's apartment, bodies tangling together on the couch. Armin tilted his head back, letting Eren nibble on the exposed flesh of his neck. He let out a rather loud gasp in response to Eren's tongue against a sensitive spot on his neck and for a particular thrust to hit something deep within him.
"E-Eren," He let out. His hands reached up to wrap around the taller one's neck as he impaled himself down onto Eren's erection. "Right t-there," Eren smirked against his skin, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he thrust up into his friend sitting in his lap. Armin moaned in response, his grip around Eren tightening, as well as tightening around the length buried deep inside him.
"Hng… Shit…" Eren cursed. He could feel his release coming close. The pit of his stomach was tightening with pressure and ecstasy. He wasn't going to last much longer. "A-Armin…"
"Haah, h-harder," Armin begged. Eren could feel the walls around him tightening. Armin was close himself, there was no doubt about that. Eren made sure his grip around Armin's waist was firm before thrusting up harder as instructed. His aim was correct and Armin yelped with surprise and arousal. It then followed with a string of long, breathy mews and moans.
The pace they had previously set was now replaced with erratic thrusting and snaps of the hips. The sounds of their skin snapping together, of the couch under them starting to creak were erotic ones. Armin clenched tighter around Eren, feeling his orgasm reaching him. Eren grunted and buried his face into the crook of Armin's neck. At the same time he reached between them and grabbed Armin's throbbing erection to stroke it.
This sent Armin right over the edge. He cried pitifully as his muscles clenched, his body shaking as he released himself into Eren's hand. The almost painful tightness sent Eren into a blissful orgasm himself, releasing himself into his friend. It hadn't been his intention to do so at first, considering he didn't do it at all, but it was an accident.
The two sat flushed against each other, panting harshly while basking the aftereffects of sex. Armin let out small, quiet whimpers, his body twitching from the pleasure that gave him a temporary high. While coming own from that high he tipped backwards to rest on the couch. He didn't have the muscles to hold himself up anymore and Eren was too tired himself to do it. While doing so Eren pulled out of him; he whimpered at the loss.
"Crap…" Eren mumbled in a tired voice while looking down between his friend's legs. He could see his semen slipping out from Armin's entrance and it was somehow strangely arousing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"It's okay…" Armin shifted a bit to give him room as Eren laid down by his side. Eren dropped his head down onto Armin's shoulder and hid his face away under his damp hair. His arm draped around Armin's hips to which Armin held onto as his body sunk into a serious exhaustion. Armin let his head slip sideways to look away from Eren. He saw the TV playing the credits of the movie they had been previously watching and the chips they had been eating had been knocked over at some point.
'Well… So much for watching movies…'
A/N: So, I had one thing I wanted to add to this but I didn't. It was a short and small thing, but I was adamant about ending this chapter here. If you would like to read what it was that I wrote, let me know and I'll post it later. :3