A/N) So why am I updating so soon? Because an amazing wave of inspiration hit and this had to be done. I had to. Plus I got really nice reviews, more favs and follows, and just all around very nice stuff. That is really like inspiration fuel! Thank you all so very much for enjoying my story and I will continue to write on it!

Armin decided that drinking his problems away, on a Sunday afternoon, maybe wasn't a smart choice. Especially, after having to tell one girl he didn't play for her team, and declining a drink from a very handsome man. He just wanted to be left alone to wallow in his misery. His heart was breaking. How could it be? He knew that he and Eren weren't in any serious relationship, no matter how much he secretly hoped. Yet, he still felt utterly betrayed. A little voice in his head kept telling him that Eren kissed him, maybe if he found courage, he could tell Eren his feelings. Maybe even be in a relationship, but he was too shy. He allowed his heart to be stomped on in any effort to be close to Eren. To be there. To be encouraging. To accept any form of love and affection, even if it was purely sexual. He wasn't complaining, Eren was a beast in the sheets, but sex isn't love. No amount of cuddling afterwards will make it love. It always boils down to lust and desire. Now Armin wanted to cry. He took a shot of liquor, and slammed the glass onto the table with a loud sigh.

"It looks like you are trying to forget a girl." A man said while sitting next to Armin.

The blonde looked up, and blushed heavily. The man sitting there had grey hair, almost yellow eyes, and he looked very young. "No. Not a girl."

The man chuckled "Or forget a boy. Long hair and cute face, I should have figured."

"Y-yeah, I am trying to forget a boy."

The man smiled "Well, if he could leave someone like you, then he isn't worth your time. My name is Boris Feulner."

"I'm Armin Arlert."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Would you mind having a drinking buddy today? To be honest, I should have gone drinking on Saturday, but duty calls and whatever." Boris said with a chuckle.

"Duty calls? What do you do?"

"Police officer. Please don't run away."

Armin chuckled. "I haven't done anything illegal, officer."

Boris blushed "If this were under normal circumstances, I would start flirting with you."

Armin was eternally grateful for Boris and his tact. "I'm a college student."

"What are you majoring in?"

"Bio-engineering with a minor in architecture."

"Eclectic taste, and admirable."

They continued to talk and drink. Eventually Armin forgot why he was upset. Then, he realized he had to study for his test still.

"Oh my goodness. I have to go study." He stood up, and all the alcohol hit his system. He went to take a step, and landed face first in a strong chest.

Boris smiled "I hope you weren't planning on driving home."

Armin's cheeks were flushed when he looked up at Boris. Those yellow eyes were sparkling. Boris felt muscled underneath that white v-neck "Would never dream of it officer." He replied with a chuckle.

"Need me to call a cab for you?"

"No. I'm fine, really."

"Let me take you home?"

"Are you driving a police car?"

"Yes..."

Armin laughed "If you wouldn't mind. Wait aren't you drunk too? You're not setting a fine example."

"I haven't been drinking as much as you. Ever heard the phrase do as I say not as I do? I think it may apply here."

Armin was grateful. At least he was not in the back of the squad car. How did he get himself in this situation? No doubt Boris was cute, he was just hoping he wasn't a bad, crazy, psycho, cop. The kind of cop that takes people for pleasure. Armin was a very paranoid person. His fears alleviated when they were on campus. He directed Boris to where his dorm was.

"Thanks a lot for everything. You have been nothing but kind to me."

"I am great at finding a persons flaws, Armin. With you, I don't see any."

They were parked in front of the Stohess building, and Armin could feel Boris' breathe on his face.

"You hardly know me." Armin whispered. His breathing frantic, and his heart beating rapidly in his chest.

"I'd like to get to know you, if you let me."

They were so close, lips barely touching, and Armin felt the guilt, and briskly pulled away.

"I'm so sorry. I want to, but I can't." He said looking away.

"Can I have your number?" Boris asked, looking dejected.

Armin nodded, and gave him his number. He got out, and walked around the car. Boris rolled down the window. "I'll see you around Armin."

"You too Boris. Thank you again."

At that moment Eren was coming out of the building to look for Armin. He was worried. The little blonde was gone for a long time. He found him out front, talking to this guy. Eren didn't like it, not one bit.

"Armin, where were you? Whose this?"

"None of your business Eren!" Armin yelled at him. The alcohol making him feel both brave, and foolish.

Boris immediately clicked the situation, and gave Armin a wicked smile

"Do I get some sugar before I go?" He asked sticking out his cheek.

Armin surprised him by grabbing his face and kissing him passionately on the lips. Each of them so engrossed in the kiss, tongues immediate dancing together, that neither of them heard Eren sputter indignantly.

Eren huffed, and went back inside. If Armin wanted to play this game, he could play it better. He pulled out his phone to write a text to a certain old man

'hey change of plans I'm not busy Wednesday after all. I'm free after my class at 2.'

He unlocked his dorm room, and collapsed onto his bed with a huff. He should be studying, but he really didn't want to. He should have expected this, but he hadn't. Why was he so damn jealous? He had just had incredible sex with Levi, and all but shoved it in Armin's face. Why shouldn't Armin go out and find someone to occupy his time? Eren was kind of being a shitty friend. Maybe, being fuck buddies with your best friend, was a bad idea. A bad idea based off of deep rooted feelings and lust. That alone, is a bad combination. He felt his phone vibrate, and looked at the text

'Great, the job fair crap is over at three. Want to meet at the coffee shop? Or meet me in the back of my car?'

Eren could barely contain his laughter. Everything about Levi made him self conscious and happy all at once. He immediately replied

'Coffee shop is fine. Wouldn't wanna explain why an old mans heart went out in the back of his mustang. That would be awkward.'

Eren felt proud of his snarky comeback. Levi really kept him on his toes. He liked the playful banter they shared. Levi, although much older, had a very young man attitude. He suited Eren perfectly. He giggled when he read the reply

'Keep it up, brat. I will have to be my own attorney, while explaining why I had a dead brat in my trunk.'

He looked up as the door opened, and his smile fell. Armin closed the door, and walked towards his bed. Eren took it all in. Armin had a flushed face, mussed hair, and kiss swollen lips. He looked thoroughly ravished in a kissing sense.

"I'm sorry, Eren." Armin said, dropping his head in into his hands.

"For what?" Eren asked, trying very hard to keep his temper under control.

"I shouldn't have done that. It was, kind of childish."

Eren swallowed down a retort along the lines of 'fuck yeah that was childish.' He bawled his fists, and plastered on a smile. Before he could open his mouth, Armin cut him off "Don't be fake with me Eren. You can't lie to me, and you know that."

"Fine. I'm pissed off! I don't even know why."

"You shouldn't be! It's not like I fucked him!" Yeah, alcohol definitely made his tongue loose.

"Oh, you want to bring this up? Really?"

"Yeah, sure, let's bring it up! You obviously got it up for Levi!" yeah alcohol, definitely.

"Don't be such a dick Armin!"

"You are the only dick here Eren. You are always so absorbed in everything about you, that you don't see anything else!"

"I care about more than just me, Armin!"

"No you don't, Eren." Armin whispered while standing up.

"Name one thing Armin, please, enlighten me." Eren's voice still held bite, but softened considerably

"How about the fact that I love you, Eren." Armin's eyes filled with tears, and while Eren sat there shell shocked, he ran out of the room.

Eren wanted to run after him, but he knew it was useless. That confession was unexpected, and he was rooted to the spot. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. After awhile, he flopped down onto his bed, and curled up into a ball. He just let the tears fall.

Armin stood in front of a door, tears pouring down his face, as he knocked on the door. The door opened, and Marco's sweet freckled face was there.

"Oh Armin! Are you alright?"

"H-hi Marco. Can I crash with you and Jean tonight?"

Marco moved out of the way, letting Armin in Jean and his shared dorm "Come on in."

"Thank you so much."

After they got set up for the sleep over, Armin poured his heart out to Marco.