Strands of sunlight crept into the dark room, the beams gently illuminating those in the depths of sleep. Jean was lying on his back, his breathing heavy but soothing. His chest rose and then deflated as he breathed evenly, in the utmost state of relaxation. His eyebrows were soft and his face innocent as any worry lines decreased in his unconscious state. The blankets ruffled softly and the figure of a much smaller male slipped out, moving around the room fluidly and noiselessly as he gathered things up. The sunlight merged in with the blonde hair, giving the boy a soft aura and the vision of a naive individual. With a few more glances around the room, the figure then made its way over to the door – retreating to whatever lay beyond the dormitory.

Rolling over, the light brunette instinctively slipped an arm over to what he expected to be a warm body. Instead, his hand came into contact with the cold and empty sheets, which automatically made his eyes flick open. Indeed, the spot was empty. Pressing his hand more firmly against the whiteness, he sighed softly, realising they were not remotely warm in the least. Implying that Armin had sneaked out sometime, presumably in the early morning. Armin. His eyes widened as he remembered last night's activities and how close he had been to stripping the kid and giving him a night he'd never forget.

"Fuck." Hitting himself in the head, Jean sighed even louder and closed his eyes. He got far too carried away, even for his standards. And Armin had got up and left, like he was an easy lay, except, they didn't even do the deed. Sitting up, the teen checked his cell-phone. No new messages. Whatever. Growling softly, he forced himself up, peeling off the well fitting t-shirt and flinging it somewhere in the mess of his room. Running a hand through his hair he glanced back at his own reflection, face sweaty and need of a desperate clean. And his bedroom smelt like freakin' old pizza. It was disgusting. Grabbing a towel he opened up the bathroom door and switched on the hot water, waiting for the wet room to heat up before he made his way under the spray. Deeming it had been a suitable enough time, he hung the towel up on the side, removed his boxers and stepped under the waterfall of hot liquid, relishing in the way it slid down his body. A hand sneaked its way down his chest until it firmly cupped his dick, the hot water and strong grip making him shudder slightly. How long had it been since he'd last done this? As his hand pumped faster, the soft coil of arousal built up in his stomach, his breathing heavy as he leant against the wall – engulfed in the sensation. Growling lightly, he fought back a moan as he bucked his hips in pace with the pumps, imagining the delicate blonde beneath him with lithe fingertips stroking his aching cock.

"Nnn...Armin..." the blonde's name escaped Jean's lips before he had a moment to regret it, his cheeks flushing slightly at the crude thoughts of the younger boy. Covering his mouth with his other hand, he bit his lip harshly to stop from calling out – seeing as the walls separating each dorm to another were extremely thin. Thumbing the slit of his dick, he shuddered once and for all, his cum quickly running down the drain in a mad escape. The pelterring of the water was overwhelming and Jean slid down the wall, catching his breath as he stared down at his now dirtied hand. Fuck. What was Armin making him feeling? Resting his forehead on his knees, he shut his eyes. He was really falling for that stupid blonde.

Armin took a deep breath, opening his front door and wincing slightly as it creaked loudly. Stepping in, he grimaced at the sharp squealing of the wooden floor panels – a sure giveaway that someone had just entered the apartment. The soft padding of feet was heard, and the blonde froze before the lights were switched on, momentarily blinding the blonde, leaving his large puppy blue orbs blinking in an attempt to stop squinting.

"Armin?" A strong voice rung out from along the corridor, and the blonde felt himself inwardly groan at the owner of the voice. Swallowing slightly, he shifted uncomfortably and looked up to see his suspicions confirmed.

"Yeah...?" To be honest he didn't even know why he was sounding so sorry; he was eighteen for goodness sake! And in a typical Jean Kirstein way, his boyfriend right now would tell him to buck up and yell at Eren, but the blonde felt his heart hammer nervously instead.

"Why were you out all night?! No wait. I know what you were doing! You were with Horse Face...weren't you?" Eren stomped down the stairs, the footsteps echoing as his rhetorical question bumped off the blonde. Eren knew. He didn't even need confirmation. The other's eyes were burning with anger, his fists clenching as he attempted to control any overflowing feelings of hatred towards Jean.

"Eren shut up, you'll wake Mikasa...!" Armin's voice was soft and quiet, becoming automatically timid at the sudden hatred his best friend was displaying. Biting his lip Armin stepped back away from Eren, now worried for his own safety. Though with the brunette's voice being so loud – it wouldn't be long before Mikasa woke up and sorted them both out.

"So, did you fuck...? What did Kirchstein do!?" Eren growled angrily, oddly, just as protective as Jean had been last night – though definitely showing it in a different way.

"We didn't do anything! H-He had friends over there so I went over too..." The blonde flicked his gaze away shiftily, though it wasn't a lie! He was only bending the truth...slightly.

"You have hickeys all over your neck! You're a liar." Eren's voice cut the atmosphere sharply, his voice now normal – disappointment written over his face.

Armin swallowed nervously and slapped a hand over his neck, trying to cover the love bites left by his horny boyfriend last night and he blushed deeper. Opening his mouth, he began to stutter an excuse before getting interrupted-

"Boys." Another voice came from upstairs and they both looked up, seeing Mikasa hanging over the edge, her hair up and wearing an old checked shirt. "What are you doing? It's like six a-fucking-m." All at once both the boys erupted in excuses not wanting to piss of the already grouchy Mikasa.

"Well Armin snuck out to go see a guy and stayed there all night!"

"Eren came down the stairs and yelled at me! Mikasa tell him I'm an adult now!"

Mikasa came stomping down the creaky old wooden staircase and pushed Eren out the way, the other colliding unhappily with the wall as he grumbled under his breath, eyes following the actions of the two.

"Armin, sweetie, if you wanna go out with a guy and stay there, you go for it, you don't have to sneak out okay?" A soft smile blossomed for a minute before she turned on Eren. "And you. You leave Armin alone, I don't care if he's going out with fucking Hitler. As long as he is happy and uses protection why should it matter to you? He's eighteen now, you cannot control and protect him forever." And with what needed to be said, said, she disappeared back upstairs again and with a slam of a door was out of sight.

"You're a little shit Armin." Eren stormed upstairs as if he were five and just got told off by his mother for being naughty and Armin giggled. Mikasa was a total Jean when she was angry and he followed Eren upstairs, not even caring that Eren was still pissy.

Pulling off the ugly, nylon work apron, Armin opened up his locker at work, pulling on his favourite duffel coat and scarf – both presents from Eren and Mikasa last year. He smiled fondly at the memory, nuzzling down into the familiar material. Making his way to the front of the cafe, the small blonde said goodbye to his colleagues which responded quickly – waving him away happily and thanking him for the work achieved that day. Leaving his workplace, the blonde was surprised to see Jean sitting on the curb of the street, hands shoved into his pockets as he fought the cold. Armin made a mental note to buy Jean a warm, knitted jumper as soon as possible.

"Jean!" The blonde spoke out, a grin adorning his face as the other turned around, noticing Armin – his cheeks flushing a little as a gorgeous smile broke out on the elders face. Armin couldn't help but let the silly grin travel to his own face as he hugged his boyfriend tightly, leaning up to press a soft kiss against the elders cheek. Jean just stuttered a reply, hand having gone up to press against the place Armin's lips had touched. "Let's go get Chinese! I'm starving!" Giggling slightly, the blonde intertwined their fingers, mood improving drastically at the appearance of the light brunette. Jean just squeezed Armin's hand softly, following his boyfriend to the said restaurant, their breath rising and disappearing into the cold evening air.

Opening the door, Jean ushered the other boy in, stamping his feet as he attempted to warm up from the cold air. Being lead to a table, the two boys sat down, the scent of spices and noodles filling the air. Grabbing the menu, Jean leaned forward to share it with the other eyes scanning over the food.

Shuffling his chair closer Armin read the menu, deciding what to get without sounding like a fatty to his boyfriend. Biting his lip he saw all his favourite dishes and wished he could get them. He sighed and decided to wing it; he was paying so he was going to have what he wanted!

Jean meanwhile, just glanced across the menu; the words not making any sense to him seeing as he generally only ate American food of hamburgers, fries and pizza. It was the total student life. Having decided on a few courses, he decided to just choose at random and hope for the best. As the waiter came over, he ordered and waited for their food to arrive.

Meanwhile, Eren was watching from the corner of the restaurant, his eyes narrowing as he observed his best friend and forever enemy, Jean fuckin' Kirstein. What did Armin see in him anyway? His laugh was derpy and his face was too long to be natural and that hair?! He shivered slightly, eyebrows furrowing at the two toned locks. Noticing Armin turn around, he quickly pulled the menu too his face, eyes peeking out from over the top to keep a protective view on the blonde. It wasn't like he was being a stalker...he was protecting what was his! Armin was basically like a brother, or more like sister, seeing as the blonde acted like a girl half the time. And like Hell was he going to let some random guy whisk away his naive friend, with just a charming smile. It made him feel sick.

As Armin's eyes travelled across the room to take in the familiar room, his face fell momentarily at the recognisable dark, messy brunette hair and thick eyebrows poking out from over the top of a menu in the corner. Eren. Sighing softly, he forced his gaze away and instead focused on Jean, refusing to let his stupid best friend ruin his date night with his boyfriend.

"How was practice today? Your team any better?" The blonde attempted to make small talk to distract his mind from going over to tell Eren a piece of his mind – and how his behaviour was being unacceptable.

"Ugh, I don't even know man. I swear we just goof around half the time." Jean responded with an annoyed tone, a hand running through his hair he exhaled deeply. Leaning back into the chair more comfortably he flicked his gaze upwards, to meet those of blue. "When did you leave this morning? I didn't hear you."

Armin gulped loudly, quickly breaking their intense gaze, instead focusing on the table guiltily – as if he were in trouble.
"I left at around half five, the coffee shop opens early so I usually work early... I got in trouble with Eren," His voice rose a little at the name. "But Mikasa stood up for me, so it was okay... I'm sorry I didn't leave a note or anything..." Armin quickly pressed his lips to Jean's cheek quickly and smiled apologetically.

The light brunette's eyes widened at the sudden affection, his cheeks flushing as he coughed slightly, trying to style out his embarrassment.

"It's okay...yeah." Looking down at the blonde, his eyes fixated to the soft, pouty lips of the other. "God I want to kiss you so bad right now." Flicking his eyes up he smiled softly at the blonde before reaching out to intertwine their fingers - the food soon arriving.

Eren however, was still in the state of shock from Armin's actions, his eyes wide as his jaw dropped open in disbelief. So they really WERE together!

Armin giggled at his boyfriend trying to be cool and squeezed his fingers lightly. He could see out the corner of his eyes the menu shaking at being crumpled between the slender fingers of Eren, and he snorted quietly, snapping the chopsticks smoothly, to start eating. Jean though seemed to be struggling with the wooden instruments.

"Here, let me teach you." The blonde took Jean's hand and made sure they were positioned right and smiled. "Try now, it should work."

The elder boy's eyebrows furrowed as he picked up the noodle, raising it slowly to his opening mouth before swearing as it fell. Trying again, the boy huffed a little, already feeling like a complete loser in this restaurant of experienced people.
"Do they not provide a fucking fork? How do you do this? It's not fair! "

"Look like this..." Armin helped him again and started giggling whenever it dropped; watching the boy get more and more annoyed. "Wait here..." Standing up, the blonde walked past Eren's table, catching his eyes and scowling, muttering a light threat of death that obviously wasn't to be taken seriously.. Armin calmed himself once he reached the restaurant counter and asked politely for a fork, getting one for Jean. Handing it to his boyfriend, he smiled soflty. "There... Feel better?"

Jean looked down at the instrument placed in his hand, a smile forming at the tips of his lips. "Thanks!" as he began eating he hummed loudly in acknowledgement of how good it tasted. "So, what's new?" He looked up, grains of rice decorating around his mouth as he ate greedily.

Armin raised an eyebrow at how loud Jean was being and sipped his drink. "Nothing new that I know of." He ate a mouthful and smiled at his boyfriend "I think life's pretty much the same for me, nothing new and fancy and nothing interesting really..."

"Hm." Jean nodded slightly, continuing to shovel food in his mouth, surprised by how delicious it all was. Perhaps he'd have to widen his variety in food. Awkwardness took over the table as they both thought of what to say.

Armin ate quietly, sipping his drink now and again, throat feeling dry as nervousness took over him, as well as being a little awkward. Occasionally his eyes flicked up to see Eren grinning at their table and the awkwardness between the two.

Jean however, remained oblivious of the presence of his enemy and instead placed his chopsticks down, now finished. Glancing around, he moved back slightly.
"I'm going to...the bathroom." Standing up, he made a beeline to the room, mentally beating himself up for being such a loser.

Armin sighed and rubbed his face in exasperation, wishing that Jean would be more interested in bit his lip and looked at Eren and shrugged, his best friend grinning back, the blonde scowling in return and rubbing his temples.

Jean strolled over to the sink, splashing some water on his face as he allowed the droplets to run down his neck. He was acting like a dweeb, and he needed to snap out of it. Obviously Armin wasn't having a good time. Maybe it was because of what they did...last night? Maybe Jean had gone to far and now Armin felt uncomfortable with him? He exhaled, thoroughly confused. Leaving the bathroom, he made his way back to the table, rubbing the back of his undercut nervously.
"Yo, wanna get out of here?"

Armin nodded and stood up "I'll just go pay..." He took Jean's hand and pulled him with himself, paying to the handsome Asian that stood behind the counter. Feeling exceptionally generous he told them to keep the change and led Jean out; Eren glaring at the couple with pure anger in his eyes.

Jean's eyes flicked over momentarily, brief recognisement travelling across his face as he glanced over the figure of Eren. As he got dragged out the door, he faced Armin, a little confused.
"Was that Jaegar?"

Sighing, Armin nodded.
"Yeah... I guess he came to spy on us or something..." Armin squeezed his boyfriend's hand. "Please don't let it ruin our date...please Jean..." Begging, blue eyes looked up at his handsome boyfriend and he pouted childishly – a trick he had learned a long time ago to get his way.

The light brunette's face hardened and he felt his eyes narrow in the direction of the doorway, temptation to go back in and grab Jaegar overwhelming. Letting out an exaggerated sigh he forced his head away, instead tightening the grip on Armin's hand.
"Sorry. I just- I hate him. Let's go."

Armin felt guilty for Eren being there, like it had been his fault his best friend had become a stalker. Linking his fingers with Jean's he rubbed his thumb across the back of the others hand, finding it calming just to feel his skin as he leant against Jean a little.
"Where are we going?"

"I don't know, anyway. It was awkward in there." The older boy looked down at the other, before glancing up at the night sky. "Wanna go to the park?"

He nodded and followed Jean quietly, just enjoying the touch of his skin and watching the soft puffs of air rise into the sky and disappear. Biting his lip he looked up at Jean, looking a little worried at Jean looking bored, maybe Eren was right, Jean wasn't interested at all...

Jean just led them to the neighbouring park, a place he'd spent many times with Marco. Taking the other to the swings, he sat down; separating their hands as he roughly took hold of the metal chains, moving them softly.
"So..."

"What...?" Armin looked across at Jean and swung himself gently, the chains creaking. He sighed, looking up at the light polluted night sky, it being hard to see any stars, biting his lip he looked back down at his feet and sighed.

"Come here." Jean nodded his chin sharply, spreading his legs slightly so Armin could sit on his lap, legs either side of his hips. Bringing his arms round the slender waist, he pulled the blonde closer to him. "So..." he breathed out again, a small smirk in place."Chinese was good."

Armin bit his lip and smiled, his cheeks flushing a little and nodded
"I'm glad you enjoyed it... I think I like treating you if this is the outcome." He laughed softly and watched Jean fondly, his heart fluttering at how attractive the other could look – especially in this low light.

Jean just grinned lazily, head falling into the crook of the blonde's neck, his breathing warm and soft against the delicate skin. The coldness around them numbed lips as Jean gently brushed them against Armin's neck, holding the other delicately.

The blonde shuddered at the touch of his lips pressed against his neck, it sending goose bumps across his skin and a shiver down his spine. Leaning a little more into Jean he burrowed his nose into the others hair and breathed shakily.

Licking gently at the skin in front of him, dark brown eyes flicked up to meet Armin's eyes. Tilting his chin, Jean leaned up to connect their mouths, their breath hot as they instantly connected.

Armin closed his eyes, kissing Jean back and sliding his hands up his boyfriends toned chest to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him closer with pure passion. He loved this, the contact, the spark, the... love..? His cheeks heated at the thought and he made a soft noise.

Jean heard the timid noise, and he hummed softly, rubbing the small of the others back. As he moved away, he caught his breath, voice slightly hoarse.
"God, we're in public." He laughed loudly before hugging the other tight. "Fuck you're good."

Laughing softly Armin covered his mouth, his cheeks a pretty pink colour.
"Am I...? I've never kissed anyone before... P-Properly... Apart from you of course...Oh God I'm rambling... S-Sorry..." Armin giggled and hid his face behind his hair.

Jean left out another laugh, hiding his grin in Armin's blonde hair.
"Stop being so fuckin' cute." He nuzzled the other gently before noticing the time. "It's getting sort of late..."

Armin climbed off Jean's lap and stood in front of him, looking worried, especially after the whole ordeal of last night.
"What time is it...? Oh God Eren'll be mad..." He chewed his lip and his leg jiggled nervously.

"It's coming up to eight...do you need to leave?" Jean bit his own lip slightly, annoyed at how easily controlled Armin was by Eren. "I'll walk you back."

"That'd be nice... You could come in if you want, Mikasa won't mind." Armin smiled and took Jean's hand again, linking their fingers together and smiling up at the other, his eyes hopeful.

"Awesome." Jean smiled back, allowing himself to be led to the small apartment Armin shared with Eren and Mikasa, knowing it was a big step to already be introduced to his boyfriends friends. Especially as none of the light brunette's friends even knew he was romantically attracted to another guy.

Armin opened the front door, leading Jean up the stairs, shouting to Mikasaand hearing a grouchy reply. Looking back at Jean he smiled, opening the living room door to see Mikasa curled up in a night shirt watching TV, his eyes transfixed to the game show, with an almost bored expression on her face.

"Mikasa I have Jean round..." Armin spoke quietly, nervous as to how she would take it.

"Oh! Mystery boyfriend...!" Mikasa grinned as she saw Armin blush, her eyes flicking up to take in the appearance of Jean. "I won't tell Eren don't worry..."

"Thanks Mikasa..." Armin sighed; relieved, showing Jean through the flat a small tour in order before finally coming to his bedroom door. "I'm sorry it's messy..." Armin opened the door to a perfectly tidy room apart from a few open books on the floor.

Jean felt his heart skip a beat as he cast his eyes down upon Mikasa, her long black hair almost enchanting. He licked his lips nervously, as he stuttered to say a greeting back, before being whisked upstairs by Armin who obviously didn't want the conversation to prolong in case of any more embarrassment. The blonde really was easy to blush, eheh. Feeling a sense of nosiness overcome him, Jean poked his head around the door, entering to let out a small whistle. "Dude your place is the bomb." Sitting down on the bed, he smiled when it felt firm, but bouncy enough to not be uncomfortable. Eyes scanned across the shelves full of text books, clothes neatly put away in baskets.

Armin at this point was sat on the floor putting bookmarks in his books so he knew where to revise before putting them back onto the desk neatly,
"I'm really sorry it was so messy... I've been revising late during the night..." He smiled up at Jean and stood up, taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them up. "Do you want a drink or something...?"

"Dude, you saw my place! That's totally worse." Jean grinned before leaning back, star fishing out on the bed as he stared at the ceiling that was decorated with glow in the dark stars. "Sure."

Armin laughed at Jean splayed out on his bed and smiled
"I guess so." Leaving the room he headed towards the kitchen just as Mikasa poked her head through.

"Armin... Armin!" Her voice was a hushed whisper.

Armin jumped from the sudden appearance of Mikasa and turned around, seeing her holding out a box of condoms - his cheeks heating straight away.

"Be safe okay?"

"S-Sure...!" He grabbed them quickly, shoving them in his back pocket as he grabbed some glasses of coke, power walking back to his room – cheeks red insure disbelief.

Jean just sat up when he heard the door open, instinctively smiling at the blonde. Reaching out, he took the drink, taking a large swig as he wrapped an arm around Armin's waist. Nuzzling into the blonde's stomach, he looked up softly.
"Is Eren coming back?"

The other just shrugged and sat down, the box crunching in his back pocket and poking into his butt cheek uncomfortably
"He might be... Let's hope not..." He laughed and leant back against Jean, sipping his own glass before placing it on the bed side cabinet.

Jean followed suit before dragging Armin down on top of him, so the blonde lay securely on his chest. Running a hand through the blonde locks he hummed softly.
"When did you realise you were...gay?"

"When I was about fifteen probably... I had my first crush on Eren and I just realised... I'd never liked a girl I'd only ever liked boys so it kinda dawned on me, I kept quiet and to myself in-case anyone found out but I'm not bothered anymore..." Armin sighed and relaxed into Jean a little, enjoying his body heat.

The other just nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Despite him having never liked Jaegar, for the sake of their relationship he guessed that he'd have to learn to live with the other being around.

Armin smiled at Jean and cuddled up close, his head resting on Jeans chest, he could feel the other boy breathing below him and the small twitches of his hands on his waist, each thing about Jean made his heart flutter and he hid his face, feeling like a twelve year old school girl.

Ahoy~ Sorry Chapter 4 is up late /sigh

But here it is~ Hopefully me and m'lovely Jean will get round to some smut soon bcuz smut warms the soul.

We hope you enjoy this chapter and lets say we get 5 reviews for the next Chapter~

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far as well3

x EarlGreyQueen x x Leather-And-Chocolate x