Hi all, Pandora here! Holly asked me for some Jearmin fic where they were both pining over one another and being useless (bonk go to horny jail) and this is what I wrote her. I hope you like it. :)


"Armin?"

Armin chews on the end of his pen, staring at a knot in the wood of the table in front of him. What he wouldn't give for this meeting to be over and everyone to be gone—well, everyone but himself and Jean. If they were alone in here he could kiss him, take their clothes off, let Jean fuck him right here on the table; the wood would feel cool and smooth on his skin, would stick to him with sweat. He can almost feel Jean's hands on him, imagine the feeling of his cock inside him...

"Armin?"

Or he could get on his knees for him, suck him right to the back of his throat and let Jean fuck that too, pulling on Armin's hair while he thrusts his hips. Part of Armin would want Jean to come all over his face—how would Jean look at him if he saw Armin with his face so messy and used?

"Armin!"

Blinking, Armin looks up to see the others all staring at him expectantly, not least Hange, standing at the head of the table with her arms folded. (Armin hasn't quite gotten used to the eyepatch yet, nor to her being Commander.) Under everyone's scrutiny he clears his throat.

"Yeah?" he asks, taking the pen out of his mouth.

"Do you agree?" Hange asks.

"Uh..." Shit, Armin, stop being horny in meetings! "Yeah?"

"You do?" One of Hange's eyebrows rises, giving nothing away.

Armin nods. "Yeah, why not?"

It's a fuck up, of course it is, and it's only confirmed when Levi scoffs.

"So you think we should run biochemical experiments on new cadets?" Hange asks.

"Oh... no..." Armin flushes. "We shouldn't..."

"Told you he wasn't listening," says Levi.

"Sorry," says Armin quickly, his stomach squirming.

"Pay attention please," says Hange, exasperation tingeing her voice, as it often does these days. "We have a lot to get through in this meeting."

Armin nods, cheeks burning. Normally he'd catch himself in his sexually charged daydreams before anyone would notice but clearly his focus is slipping. He doesn't dare look at Jean right now—more than likely it would just send him back into a tailspin of depraved thoughts. It's been worse lately: most nights Armin can't sleep until he's come at least once with the image of Jean's face in his mind, and god it's so embarrassing! Sure, he's a teenage boy but this is hardly the time to be so thirsty and desperate! They all have way bigger problems right now, with Marley and Eren's brother and... well, everything, and Armin's traitorous mind has decided to hyperfixate on how badly he wants to get dicked down by Jean. Yeah, he thought about it a little before—when he and Jean were sneaking off for time alone together and he'd be kissed breathless, his heart racing—but now, without any kind of physical outlet for this energy, it seems his imagination has gone haywire. Is it to do with his new biology with the titan serum? It's not something he's ever brought up to Hange in all her experiments and examinations and he doesn't want to talk to Eren about it; ever since the basement he's been weird. So Armin continues stewing in his own horny mess.

After they finish the meeting and Armin starts heading down the corridor towards the library, he feels a tap to his shoulder. Looking around, he finds himself face to face with Mikasa.

"Oh... hi," he says, giving her a little smile. "You okay?"

"I was going to ask you that," she says, her dark eyes surveying him. "You really spaced out in there."

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing, just..." Armin finds his words interrupted by a laugh from down the corridor and looks to see Jean leaving the meeting room with Connie and Sasha. Just seeing Jean's handsome smiling face is enough to make Armin's knees weak and thoughts muddy all over again and it's only once the three of them have vanished around the corner that he turns back to Mikasa. "I... What were we talking about?"

Mikasa raises her eyebrows at him. "Apparently the fact that you're crushing on Jean."

"I'm not," says Armin quickly, his cheeks reigniting.

"Funnily enough I don't believe you." Mikasa eyes him more. "Is he the reason you're so distractible?"

"Maybe," admits Armin, his heart racing.

"So are you two...?" Mikasa gestures vaguely with her hands and Armin shakes his head.

"No, no!" he says. "I mean... not as such..." When Mikasa looks puzzled, he adds, "Before Shiganshina we were... hanging out and stuff, and I... I really like him."

"So why aren't you still?" asks Mikasa.

"Everything's different now," says Armin. "He's still really cool and handsome but... I'm a titan shifter now. I'm a bomb with a thirteen year fuse and he's amazing."

Mikasa gazes at him for a long moment before saying, "Okay, first off: none of that is true."

"But—"

"No it's not," insists Mikasa. "You're amazing and we'll... we'll figure out the titan thing."

"But Jean is—"

"Jean is the same stupid twat he's always been," puts in Mikasa, her tone final. "He's nothing special, just the same old Jean as before, and you're the same Armin." She tips her head to one side, giving him her own version of a smile. "Just talk to him—maybe if you work it out you'll be able to concentrate in meetings again."

Armin nods, heat prickling down his neck again. She's right of course—talking to Jean is his only real option if he wants to stop fantasising about getting fucked six ways to Sunday every time he sits down.


Stretching, Jean wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and gazes over towards the training grounds where Armin and Shadis are in conversation. He sighs, leaning on his spade as he continues gazing at them.

"He's so cute," he muses, more to himself though Connie looks up.

"I assume you're mooning over Armin again and you're not completely crazy," he says.

Jean gives a dopey smile. "Yeah, isn't he just the most incredible guy?"

With a long-suffering sigh, Connie continues shovelling manure and straw out of the stable. "Here we go again."

Jean watches as Armin salutes Shadis and the latter walks away. For a moment, Armin remains in his salute and Jean finds his gaze lingering on the curve of Armin's back and the way his backside perfectly fills his trousers. When Armin drops his stance and turns, he catches sight of the brilliant blue of his eyes and the golden light shining through his hair and sighs again, marvelling at how stunning he is. Armin meets his gaze and gives him a small, blushing smile before heading back towards the main building. Still leaning on his spade, Jean watches him go; once Armin is out of sight, he sighs and straightens, turning to see Connie glowering at him.

"You okay?" Jean asks, a lovesick smile still on his face.

"Yeah, great," says Connie with a roll of his eyes. "Are you going to keep shovelling or am I doing this on my own?"

"Oh right," says Jean, looking down at the pile of horse dung in front of him. "Sorry, just... Man, isn't Armin so cute and so sexy?"

He grins again but Connie shakes his head in exasperation. "Yeah I heard you the first thousand times."

Pausing once again, Jean asks, "Are you sure you're okay dude? You seem really off."

"Oh you finally noticed something that's not Armin then?" counters Connie. Normally Jean knows Connie would say something like this in jest but right now he looks grumpy.

"I... what?" Jean asks stupidly.

"Don't be thick," says Connie. "You've been brooding over him for weeks and everyone's sick of it."

"Everyone?" Jean repeats. "Like... everyone everyone?"

Connie rolls his eyes again. "No unfortunately Armin is just as much of a dumb shit as you are."

With a little frown, Jean protests, "Armin's not dumb."

"Whatever dude," says Connie, dumping a spadeful of manure into the wheelbarrow. "Point is you're out here whining about it."

"Well what do you think I should do?" Jean asks.

"Oh I don't know," says Connie sarcastically. "Maybe you could try talking to him and not yammering on to me about your problems like every other fucker here!"

Jean blinks, taken aback. "Oh..."

"Yeah, 'oh'!" snaps Connie. "Mikasa tells me about her problems, Eren tells me about his problems—hell, even Captain bloody Levi got really weird and tired and talkative and told me about his problems!" Red-faced he adds, "I swear everyone in this place is so sexually frustrated I'm amazed no one's gone fucking crazy yet!"

I wouldn't be too sure about that, Jean thinks privately.

Before he can say anything aloud, however, Connie continues, "And you know what? No one fucking ever asks, 'hey Connie, how's your love life?'!"

"Uh..." Jean squirms, taking in the anger on Connie's face. "H-how is your love life?"

"Fucking shit!" yells Connie. "I'm playing second fiddle to a racist just because he can bloody cook! Any idiot can learn to cook! I could learn to cook but no, I'm too busy shovelling two people's worth of horse shit because someone thinks this is a cosy bloody catch up!"

Having reached the end of his tirade, Connie pants for breath, staring up at him, and Jean clears his throat.

"Would you... like me to shovel more shit?" he asks tentatively.

"Yes I would!" snaps Connie. "And you know what else? Stop wanking in my socks!"

Jean's face flushes. "I-I didn't—"

"Don't fucking lie to me, I know it was you!"

"How... how could you know that?!" splutters Jean.

"Well it's no one else!" says Connie. "Armin's too nice—even if he's as horny as you are he'd never clean up using someone else's socks! And it's not Eren—"

"How do you know that?" asks Jean. "He's nasty enough to do that."

A haunted, wide-eyed look comes over Connie's face. "Eren doesn't wank."

"What?"

"You heard me!" says Connie. "Eren doesn't wank! And you know how I know this? Because he fucking told me!"

"R-really?"

"Yeah, because everyone tells Connie everything apparently, and that includes all of Eren's creepy bullshit!" Connie says. "You know how he ate his dad?" When Jean nods, he continues, "Ever since then, because of the bullshit titan memories he's got now, whenever he gets hard, he pictures his mum!"

Jean's face falls. "Oh... wow, that's..."

"Gross, yeah!" Connie finishes for him. "So I don't know where Mikasa thinks she's getting any because it certainly won't be from him!"

"Right..." Jean can't help a pang of sympathy for Eren—he must be wound pretty tight by now if that's the case.

"So if it's neither of them and it's not me," continues Connie, "I can only assume it's you. So stop wanking in my bloody socks!"

Cowed, Jean hangs his head. "Sorry, I won't do it ever again."

"Good," says Connie finally, returning to his manure.

"So..." Jean says as he does the same. "Are we cool now?"

Connie shrugs, giving him a half smile—apparently venting about all that has returned him to his usual disaffected self. "Yeah we're cool—but you have to talk to Armin."

"I will," promises Jean, though the thought of it makes his heart race nervously.


A week later, however, neither Armin nor Jean has initiated any kind of conversation and the two of them are still pussyfooting around one another—much to everyone else's chagrin. After another day where Armin's attention is slow to be won in a meeting and Jean's duties have been less than well performed, Levi goes to find Hange in the hopes they might be able to intervene for the sake of everyone's sanity.


"Arlert!"

Armin jumps at the sound of Levi's voice, dropping the rag he's been scrubbing the window with for the last few minutes while his mind lingered on the idea of Jean pressing him against it and grinding their hips together. Hurriedly adopting a salute, he says, "Yes sir?"

"Come with me," Levi says with a jerk of his chin. "Now."

Stomach roiling in anxiety, Armin does so, his and Levi's footsteps echoing down the corridor. He's used to being called into meetings unexpectedly by now but something about Levi's manner makes him more nervous than usual. Nevertheless, he follows Levi to his office, where Levi opens the door.

"In," he says.

When Armin steps inside, he expects Levi to follow, but then he hears the door snap shut behind him and whirls around.

"Wait, what?!" he cries, listening to the key turning in the lock.

"You can come back out when the two of you are done talking," says Levi through the door.

"The... two...?"

Armin turns to see Jean standing by the window, looking just as wide-eyed and confused as he himself feels. From the other side of the door, Levi adds, "I'll be back in a while."

As his footsteps tap away from the door, leaving the pair in silence, Armin exchanges a look with Jean. It's the first time they've been alone together since before Shiganshina and though all manner of words rush into Armin's throat, he finds he can't get any of them out. In the end, Jean gives him a half smile.

"Hey," he says, the sound of his voice making Armin's pulse quicken.

"Hi," breathes Armin, a little smile coming to his lips despite himself. "Long time no see... sort of."

Jean laughs, light and easy and the best thing Armin's heard all day; he can't help chuckling too.

"How have you been?" Jean asks, leaning against the windowsill.

"Okay mostly," says Armin with a little shrug. "Everything feels so different now, you know?"

"Yeah I know," agrees Jean. "It's all changed so much so fast."

Armin nods. "Exactly—I didn't realise how many meetings they all have all the time."

"Yeah you seem to always be in them these days," says Jean. "How's all that been?"

"Okay I guess," Armin says. "There's so much to think about now and... well, I just try not to bring up Erwin too much because I know Hange and Levi are still dealing with all that."

"That's understandable—they were close so it makes sense they'd still be mourning him," Jean reasons. It's surreal to be talking about this with Jean; Armin hasn't been able to discuss it with anyone else until now but talking to Jean has always been easy. "I'm glad it was you in the end though."

"Really?" Armin can feel his face heating up again.

Jean nods. "Yeah, of course. If you'd died, I..."

He trails off and Armin can see how his shoulders have pulled up slightly—is he nervous?

"You what?" asks Armin, his heart thumping hard in his chest.

"I... I'd have..." Jean clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. "I'd have found it really hard because you're... you're really important to me."

For a few seconds, Jean's words don't sink in, but then Armin's face flushes deeply and his mouth drops open in surprise.

"I... I am?" he asks, astounded.

Jean nods. "Yeah, you're... well, I think you're amazing."

"You do?"

"Yeah, I still do," says Jean, "but I get if you don't feel the same way anymore."

Armin frowns. "What do you mean?"

With a vague gesture of his hands, Jean explains, "Well you're all important now and you get called for meetings and stuff and you're so clever and I'm just... just a normie."

For a long, silent moment, Armin gapes at Jean, utterly bewildered, before he squeaks, "Are you kidding me?!"

"Huh?" Now Jean looks bemused.

"You're way more amazing than I could ever be!" says Armin, his voice high and reedy. "You've gotten so tall and strong and handsome and you could actually grow a real beard if you wanted to—I'm only me, and I'm... I'm all different but I'm still just... me!"

Silence falls again in the wake of their confessions, the air in the office seeming to buzz with energy, and Armin's heart thunders in his ears. Did he really just say all that? Did Jean? His body feels light and tingly, not his own; what can he do now?

Jean clears his throat. "You think I'm handsome?"

"I... yes," says Armin, hesitant despite himself. "I think about you all the time."

"You do?" Jean asks. When Armin nods, he adds, "I think about you too."

"So..." Armin begins breathlessly. "You think about how we... were, before?"

Jean nods. "Yeah a lot, it's kind of distracting."

"You can say that again," says Armin with a little laugh. "I haven't been able to focus on anything in weeks."

"Wow," says Jean, grinning. "I can't lie, that's kind of flattering."

Heat creeps up the back of Armin's neck again, the feeling getting worse as Jean pushes off the windowsill and comes to stand in front of him.

"So... do you want to pick up where we left off?" Jean asks.

Armin nods, the feeling of Jean so close stealing his breath again. "I'd really like that."

He reaches up with one hand, slipping it around the back of Jean's neck and going up on his toes to kiss him. When Jean wraps both arms around his waist, Armin melts against him, opening his lips to swipe his tongue against Jean's. Jean makes a soft, surprised sound and Armin's stomach flips at the knowledge that he caused it—and the feeling of Jean doing the same back to him. As Jean deepens the kiss, moving their tongues together more, Armin clings to him to stay upright. Though he's imagined scenarios just like this one—a locked door, no one else around, a desk right there waiting for them to fuck on—actually feeling Jean in his arms, soft lips against his own, is even better than anything he could possibly dream up. When Jean's hand slides down to Armin's ass, Armin can't hold back a soft moan against his lips.

"Jean," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to take a breath, eyelashes fluttering as he looks up at Jean's handsome face. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," confesses Jean, smiling at him. The hand not on Armin's backside runs up his back and into his hair—Armin almost purrs at the feeling of Jean's fingers. "Can't believe we didn't talk about all this sooner."

"Things were wild, like you say," Armin says. "But I'm glad we're here now and we talked."

"I am too," says Jean. "I'm so glad you still feel the same way."

"As if I could stop," grins Armin, playing with the ends of Jean's hair. Unable to help himself, he leans up again to kiss Jean more, pressing their chests together and letting Jean walk him backwards towards Levi's desk. As the backs of his thighs bump into it, Armin lets out a soft squeak that turns into a moan when Jean lifts him onto it.

"Oi!"

It takes a moment for the voice to register with Armin and Jean—they break their kiss, looking around to see Levi standing in the open doorway with a face like thunder.

"You're not fucking in here," he tells them. "Get out."

Exchanging a quick look with Jean, Armin slides off the desk and the two of them file out of the office in cowed silence, the door slamming shut behind them. Inside the office, Levi mutters darkly; presumably he's going to thoroughly clean the entire office to remove any trace of them both. Armin glances at Jean again and they do their best to stifle their laughter as they head down the corridor together. Still charged from their kisses, Armin feels like his stomach is tight with desire and wonders briefly if he'll have to go 'work out' the tension, but then Jean takes his hand and tugs him into a storage room, closing and locking the door behind them.

"This okay?" Jean asks. "There's not much space..."

Armin smiles, pulling him closer. "Guess we'll have to get cosy then."

With a grin, Jean kisses him again and Armin wraps his arms around Jean's neck, letting his mouth open to give Jean's tongue full access. Knowing they won't be interrupted now seems to embolden them both: Jean's hands roam Armin's body and Armin tugs at Jean's clothes. When Jean's hand slides down and tentatively palms Armin's erection through his trousers, Armin can't hold back a louder moan. If anyone is passing by outside they'll almost certainly be able to hear them, but with the feeling of Jean's hands and lips and body Armin can't even begin to care. He presses forward, rolling their hips together until Jean lets out a strangled gasp and clings to him tighter.

"Armin!" he groans, his hands at Armin's hips to keep the friction and making Armin whine needily. "Oh fuck..."

"Y-yeah," murmurs Armin; he can hardly get the words out and his legs are shaking, threatening to collapse. "Want you."

"I want you too," Jean says, stealing another kiss. "I don't... don't have..."

Armin shakes his head. "Neither do I, but..." Steeling himself and holding onto Jean's belt for balance, Armin sinks to his knees; Jean's eyes widen and Armin feels a thrill in his chest. "What about this?"

Jean gulps, his pupils wide. "Yeah, I... Are you sure?"

"I am," says Armin, giving him a little smile. "I told you I thought about this."

He lets one hand slide down to run lightly over Jean's crotch and Jean gasps afresh.

"Fuck!" he groans through gritted teeth, his fingers finding their way into Armin's hair.

Undoing Jean's belt and trousers, Armin has to steady his hands to keep them from shaking, but with Jean's little groans and breaths as encouragement, he finally pulls down Jean's trousers and underwear to free his cock. All of Armin's fantasising couldn't have prepared him for actually doing this: when he wraps his hand around Jean's cock and starts to gently stroke, Jean's fingers tighten in his hair and his pulse quickens once again. Looking up at Jean, Armin opens his mouth and experimentally runs his tongue around the head; Jean bites his lip on another groan.

"Oh my god..."

"Tell me what feels good," Armin says, still slowly stroking Jean's cock. When Jean nods, he lowers his head again, leaving more licks to it and earning more soft groans.

"A... Armin," Jean breathes, moaning louder when Armin closes his lips around the head of his cock.

With Jean's voice and reactions as a guide, Armin starts to slowly bob his head forward and back, swirling his tongue around in a way he hopes Jean will like. In truth, he has no idea what he's doing—as he's been discovering today, imagining doing something and actually doing it are two entirely different things—but Jean seems to be enjoying it. Perhaps just the hot wet feeling is enough? He sucks experimentally a little harder, a thrill going through him at the renewed moan Jean releases. When he squeezes the base of Jean's cock, Jean gasps louder, his fingers tightening harder in Armin's hair; Armin whimpers at the feeling and Jean relents his grip a little.

"Shit!" Jean's voice chokes around the syllable, strangled and thin, turning to another groan when Armin hollows his cheeks. "Oh f... fuck, Armin!"

His hips stutter forward towards Armin, his breath coming faster; Armin keeps going, letting Jean guide him with his hand and voice until Jean comes with a little cry, bracing himself on the wall with one hand. Part of Armin wonders if he should stop but instinct keeps his lips working over Jean's cock, his tongue dragging—when Jean pulls back, panting, Armin swallows and looks up at him, his lips wet with saliva and come.

"Oh wow..." Jean can't seem to look away and Armin feels himself flushing again despite himself.

"Did I... I do okay?" Armin asks, wiping his chin with one hand.

"You did amazing," says Jean, holding out one hand to help Armin to his feet. He pulls Armin close, kissing him. "Really amazing."

He kisses Armin more, one hand moving down to cup Armin's erection through his trousers; like before the move takes Armin's breath away, and he moans needily, his own fingers curling in the fabric of Jean's shirt. Jean turns them around, lifting Armin onto a supply crate before running his hands up Armin's thighs.

"Jean!" Armin gasps when Jean reaches his belt and unbuckles it, clinging to him tighter. Every passing moment makes his heart beat faster and harder, especially when Jean gets his trousers open and pulls them and his underwear down. Jean's hand around his cock makes him whine softly, his hips rolling up into the touch. "Jean, please..."

"I know," says Jean, giving him another kiss. "I'll make you feel good."

Armin nods and Jean kneels in front of the crate, lowering his head to Armin's cock. The first lick makes Armin's whole body tremble, as do the ones that follow; just the sight of Jean on his knees before him would be enough to make him weak but feeling Jean actually touching him is more amazing than he could have thought. When Jean closes his lips around the head of Armin's dick, Armin can't help bucking his hips up, making Jean pull back in surprise.

"Sorry!" Armin says. "Sorry, it felt so good, I—"

"It's okay," says Jean with a smile, taking Armin's hand and squeezing it. "I'll take it as a compliment."

Armin smiles in relief as Jean lowers his head again, dragging Armin's cock into his mouth with his tongue. With another whimper, Armin squeezes Jean's hand tightly, willing himself to stay still and enjoy the feeling.

"Oh my god Jean!" Armin moans, his toes curling in his boots when Jean takes Armin's cock right to the back of his throat. He squeezes Jean's hand again, and Jean squeezes back; it's almost more intimate than Jean's mouth on him, strangely sweet and endlessly comforting even as Armin's mind clouds in pleasure. When Jean hums a soft moan around his cock, Armin grips harder, jolting on the crate. "Oh sh... shit!"

He hears Jean stifling a little laugh—understandably, given he's heard Armin swear a grand total of almost never and it tends to be how most people react to hearing it—but before Armin can say anything, Jean drags his tongue up the underside of his cock and it leaves Armin a mess all over again.

"Jean I'm close!" he whimpers, his hand trembling in Jean's. "P... please...!"

Jean continues, speeding up his movements and as Armin lets out more little moans; in the end it's the final little glance Jean shoots up at him that sends Armin over the edge, his orgasm hitting him hard and making him cry out. Armin's grip on Jean's hand doesn't let up as Jean works him through the pleasure and before long Armin slumps a little, trembling. Jean pulls back, swallowing and getting up.

"You okay?" he asks, cupping Armin's cheek with one hand.

Armin nods, accepting a kiss from him. "I'm great," he says softly, gazing up at him with a dopey smile on his lips. "You're amazing."

"Not as amazing as you," grins Jean, helping him off the crate.

The two of them redress and Armin gets his breath back, the need that's been eating away at him finally gone, replaced with relief and joy and every other wonderful thing he hasn't felt since before Shiganshina. When they look presentable again, they share another tender kiss.

"Want to go for a walk after dinner?" Jean asks. "I feel like there's loads we need to talk about."

"Yeah," nods Armin, grinning up at him. "That sounds perfect."

After a few more irresistible kisses, Jean unlocks the door and, hand in hand, they step out, coming face to face with Connie. He's wielding a mop and bucket, clearly waiting to put them away.

"Hi Connie," Jean greets him.

Connie looks between them and down to their linked fingers, raising an eyebrow at them.

"Fucking finally!" he says.

Armin shoots a confused look up at Jean, who flushes a little.

"Yeah we uh... we figured some stuff out," he tells Connie, squeezing Armin's hand.

"Took you long enough."

Jean nods, clearly abashed. "Yeah, sorry."

The two of them step aside to let Connie into the storage room but as he approaches, he looks suddenly suspicious.

"Wait, did you two just...?" He points at the door and Jean nods, his ears turning pink. With a disgusted scowl, Connie hands Jean the mop and bucket. "I'm not going in there. Consider this payback for the socks."

He walks away down the corridor, muttering darkly, and Jean busies himself with putting the mop and bucket away.

"Socks?" asks Armin, but Jean shakes his head. "Is... he happy or not?"

Jean stares off down the corridor where Connie has turned the corner out of sight and shakes his head again. "I have no idea."