"Hey! Did you eat my fucking gelato?"
Jean stormed into the bedroom; Eren lay in bed, clothed in nothing but tight Spongebob briefs, his face smeared with the remains of Jean's gelato. He flung his 3DS to the side and burped triumphantly.
In fury and despair, Jean hurled himself into bed with Eren, alternately punching and kicking while angrily mouth-fucking Eren with his tongue, tasting his gelato with every furious thrust. After a satisfying few minutes of punching each other and grinding their anger boners together, things rapidly began to cool off. Something was missing, they both knew. Jean sighed and rolled off Eren.
"Well, this is awkward. Sorry man. That was a good attempt at getting me all riled up, but, y'know? It's just not the same…"
Eren sighed back and wiped the remaining gelato off his face with his forearm.
"Yeah. It's not the same without Armin as the sexy referee."
"In those little checkered referee booty shorts…" Jean said wistfully.
"And him blowing that whistle in our ears," Eren agreed. "Making us do push-ups."
"While he eats the gelato in front of us…"
Lil' Jean and Lil' Eren were getting worked up at the fond memories, and Eren and Jean themselves had a revelation: Armin wanted them to have fun while he was out of town, and also would probably do some sort of sexy judge getup and insult them if they recorded themselves having sex for him. And so they discovered the true meaning of Christmas, though it was closer to August.
