"Modern AU. Drunk at a highschool party. Spin the bottle/seven minutes in heaven."
Hm beautiful
This is not my best work but I'm tired and school is taking a lot out of me ;-;
Armin was drunk. He was completely, hopelessly, utterly drunk. He laughed and giggled and at one point he thought there was a fly and nearly swatted a lamp off its stand. He stumbled and slumped and smiled like an idiot and wow he didn't think he'd drink that much.
Eren wasn't much better though.
The blond clung to him, nuzzling his shoulder and whining because he was sure the room was spinning around him. "Eren, I want to go home."
"In a little bit," Eren wrapped an arm around his shoulders and grinned at him. "We're playing spin the bottle."
Armin wrinkled his nose in annoying but didn't struggle as his best friend dragged him into the living room. Everyone was almost set up. Bert, Reiner, Annie were already sitting next to each other, and Christa and Ymir seemed to have started early. Armin didn't think he could remember if they ever actually stopped swapping spit whole party.
"Get a room," Mikasa told them. She sat next to Annie and the rest of them settled down.
"Youngest has to spin the bottle first," Ymir spoke up.
Everyone turned to Armin and he shrunk in on himself. Of course he'd be first. Of course they'd get him while he was drunk and vulnerable. He reached out and spun the bottle, watching nervously as it spun and spun until it landed on Annie.
The blonde girl rolled her eyes and crawled across the circle, taking Armin's head in her hands and shoving her tongue in his mouth before he had the chance to even react. He could hear shouts and hollers from everyone around the group, but all he could really focus on was how much her mouth tasted like vodka, and how much he hated vodka.
Annie pulled away and wiped at her mouth before sitting back down. She spun the beer bottle, and it landed on Mikasa. Mikasa eyed her warily before they both leaned in to kiss. Armin watched curiously, because he had never seen Mikasa kiss anyone and this was an important event in his life.
Mikasa spun, it landed on Jean. He was far too excited, nearly eating Mikasa's face off and that had Armin feeling nauseous. Jean spun and it landed on Eren, and that was an incredibly interesting event to watch unfold. With the rivalry that had been going on so long they didn't really get into it, but when they pulled away Eren had Jean's lip between his teeth and he was biting down hard. Jean yelped and pulled back, and Marco had to drag him back into his spot before he could jump on Eren, who was laughing and he sat back next to Armin.
Armin should have realized he might have to kiss one of his best friends during this game. He was drunk though, and he wasn't thinking, and he definitely didn't notice the bottle had landed on him until Eren's mouth was on his and there was tongue. Eren was considerably more into this kiss then he had been with Jean. He nipped at Armin's lips, but he did it lightly. He pulled at his hair, but not too hard. Armin's chest swelled and for a moment he thought he was dying because he forgot how to breathe. Eren's hand was at his hip rubbing the bone there lightly. Armin felt his pants getting tighter and tighter and he panicked for a moment, because he should not be turned on by his best friend kissing him.
They pulled away, and Armin couldn't look him in the eye. He watched at his best friend looked at him for a moment, trailed his eyes up and down, and then they rested on his crotch and Armin knew his life was over. He was screwed, and not in the good way.
Eren grinned at the cheering group and nudged his shoulder into Armin, "Go on, Mini. Your turn."
Armin didn't think he'd be able to make it out of the party alive.
The ride home was quiet, both Eren and Armin in the backseat while Mikasa drove. He kept fidgeting. He couldn't get comfortable. He moved around in his seat and playing with his hands and every so often he'd feel Eren's eyes burning into him and he was scared. Eren knew he was gay, and Armin was always so careful not to let it known that he even had feelings for him. What happened during the game had given him away and he didn't know what to do.
When they got to their apartment Armin immediately went to his room. He threw himself on the bed and wrapped himself in his blankets until he was in a nice, little, safe, cocoon. He was hoping Eren wouldn't follow him, but since when did he ever get what he wanted?
The knock at his door was so soft that he would have missed it if he hadn't been expecting it. Eren's voice was quiet too, "Armin? Can I come in?"
Armin shuffled around until he was facing away from the door and curled into a ball before he called out, "Yeah."
The door opened and the sound of Eren's soft padding as he got closer sounded like thunder in Armin's ears. He was going to cry. He had ruined everything.
Eren climbed in bed beside him, wrapping his arms around the blanket encased boy and pressing his face against him. He didn't say anything. He didn't even move. Armin thought he had fallen asleep until he felt Eren's big hands moving him around until the sheets were over them both and they were facing each other.
Eren just stared at him, and Armin felt his eyes watering up. This was it. Eren was going to tell him that he never wanted to see him again. He was going to kick him out of their apartment and never return his calls and-.
Why was he kissing him?
Armin made a surprised noise against Eren's lips, eyes going wide with shock. What was he…?
Eren pulled away and breathed, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."
Armin would have never done what he did next if he had been sober. But he wasn't, and he was straddling him, and their tongues were in each other's mouths and Armin was moaning and it was great. Eren's hands rested on his arse and kneaded softly. Armin's pants were tight again, and he rutted down, and was incredibly happy that Eren was just as hard (if not more) as him. Eren hissed against his mouth, pulling away to kiss and nip at his neck.
Armin moaned and ground against him again. His hands clung tightly to Eren's shoulders because he felt like if he didn't he might float away. His mind was fuzzy and he was only thinking about how good it felt and how he wanted more and how absolutely beautiful Eren sounded panting and moaning against him.
"A-Armin," Eren gasped. "Mini, hold up. Wait a second."
Armin whined but stopped, watching curiously as Eren's shaky hands went to the front of his pants to undo them. Armin sat up and helped him, clumsily fingers struggling with the button of Eren's pants to get them undone. When they were both free and a lot more comfortable they had been reduced to giggles and snarky comments.
"God we're so drunk," Eren laughed.
"Sh," Armin whispered, "I don't want to talk."
Eren grinned and wrapped his hands around the both of them, tugging and stroking them both into panting messes. Armin keened and wrapped his arms around Eren's neck, clinging to him. Eren sped up his movements. Armin squeezed his eyes shut, and he tried to warn Eren, but by the time he remembered how to talk be was cumming and screaming into Eren's neck. Eren came afterwards, grunting and groaning and rolling his hips.
"Fuck," he hissed, and he turned his head enough to kiss his best friend by his ear. "Fuck."
"Oh my god," Armin whispered.
He was sure he'd regret it in the morning, that both of them would, but when Eren's arms wrapped around him and held him tightly he couldn't bring himself to worry about that.
Nor the mess they left on their chests while they fell asleep.