Morning guys :) I have to go back to work today after basically two weeks and it's a ten hour shift :'( so I thought I'd edit and upload this now. If you get a weird, awkward feeling while reading this scene, don't worry it's supposed to be there, enjoy :D

Despite what the name would suggest Wisteria Court is a shit, run down cul-de-sac about half an hour's walk from the club. As it turns out it's only a ten minute drive and Armin asks the driver if he can drop him off at the end of the road. He gets a confused stare in return but the driver doesn't say anything else, just takes the proffered twenty and gives Armin the change. It's more than he expected, way more, and he thinks about telling the driver to keep it but the growling in his stomach from the lack of a decent meal makes him pocket it along with his tips.

As he walks towards number three he sees the kitchen light still on and knows that Reiner is still up waiting for him. Probably a good thing I asked the driver to drop me at the end of the road... Having to explain why he was coming home in a taxi when they couldn't afford it would open up the floor for way too many questions about the guy with the undercut. He takes his key out, unlocks the door and lets himself in, so thankful the he's finally home.

"I'm home," he calls softly as he locks the door behind him.

Reiner appears in the kitchen doorway as Armin unlaces his boots. "Hey, you," he all but purrs. He swiftly closes the distance between them, catching Armin completely off guard as he takes hold of his chin and pulls him into a deep kiss. "Welcome home," he whispers against Armin's lips as he pulls away.

"Good day?" Armin asks trying to compose himself as he finishes removing his boots and drops his bag to the floor.

"Yeah, it was alright," Reiner replies shrugging. "How about you?"

"It was fine," Armin says as he makes his way to the kitchen.

"Did you ask Smith about the advance?" Reiner asks, following.

"I did," Armin replies sighing, "he said no."

"Shit, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Armin shrugs even though it really isn't. He doesn't tell Reiner about Erwin's deal. We are not opening that door... "I got a decent set of tips tonight though so that should get us a little closer."

He takes the envelope out of his pocket, thankful that he had the forethought to put the change from the taxi in there beforehand, and puts it on the kitchen table. Reiner picks it up and give the contents a quick glance.

"It looks like at least fifty so that should do us for a while," he says.

"That's good," Armin says as he pours himself a glass of water and downs the whole thing in one go. "There was this guy who came up to me after I left though."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, he was gushing about how amazing he thought my dance was so I might get a few hefty tips out of him if I'm lucky."

"You think he's gonna come back?" Reiner asks.

Armin shrugs. "He said he would and he was pretty vocal about how much he wanted to come back and see me dance again." Armin decides to leave out just how attractive he was and just how intense the look he gave him was and definitely leaves out how it made his heart flutter. That will open up one too many doors...

"Well who wouldn't?" Reiner asks and Armin feels big strong arms wrap around his tiny frame. "You're an amazing dancer."

Armin chuckles. "You've never seen me dance at work."

"True," Reiner says as he begins to play with the zip of Armin's hoodie, "but I mean, come on, you're stunning. Anyone would want you after seeing you."

A surprisingly gentle hand moves Armin's hair away from his neck and Reiner begins to press butterfly kisses against his skin. Armin lets out a soft, breathy sigh as Reiner's lips travel up to just below his ear. He leans his head back against Reiner's stooped shoulder and allows his eyes to slip closed. Instantly the face of that man flashes across his eyelids and his eyes snap open. He places his hand over Reiner's to stop him as he slowly pulls down the zip of the hoodie.

"Wait..."

"What?" Reiner asks but he doesn't stop lavishing Armin's neck with kisses.

"I'm sorry," Armin says. "I'm really tired from work and could do with some sleep."

Reiner's hand slips inside the hoodie and begins to tease one of Armin's nipples through his shirt as he scrapes his teeth lightly against the expanse of neck beneath his lips.

"When was the last time you and I got the chance to fool around?" he asks. He's not wrong. The last time they had both been home and had the energy for sex was maybe three weeks ago. He still doesn't really want to but convincing Reiner when he's already got it into his head is going to be next to impossible. As if reading his thoughts Reiner gives Armin's earlobe a gentle bite – the one thing that makes him completely weak.

"Come on," he whispers. "I'll make you feel good."

The hand not teasing his nipple slips down to palm his cock through his tracksuit and Armin's resolve shatters. He moans softly, leaning his head back against Reiner's shoulder again and lets himself be swept up in the feeling. Reiner turns the heat up a little and slips his hand under the waistband of Armin's tracksuit to rub him off through his boxers. Armin's knees buckle, turning to jelly, and he can't stop himself from mewling, writhing under Reiner's touch.

"You know a part of me wants to fuck you right here against the kitchen counter," Reiner hisses in his ear as he gives Armin's nipple a hard pinch, making him cry out softly, "but I think I want to see you ride me tonight."

Trying to take control of the situation Armin turns to face Reiner, wrapping his arms around his neck and standing up on his tiptoes so he can press a kiss to Reiner's lips. Huge, strong hands instantly find purchase of his backside, squeezing the flesh harshly and making Armin moan into his mouth. Reiner uses that grip to lift him and Armin instantly wraps slender legs around his stocky waist.

"You always look so hot when you're riding my dick," Reiner says, breaking the kiss as he begins to carry Armin up the stairs to their bedroom. The friction created between Reiner's chiselled stomach and Armin's rapidly hardening cock is delicious. It makes him pant, breathless with want, and he kids himself into thinking he can totally separate his thoughts from his body for one night. If I don't think I can just be in the moment and enjoy it...

He barely registers anything, allowing himself to be completely swept up in the feeling of Reiner's body rubbing against his, until Reiner drops him down on the mattress. Hugh blue eyes look up as Reiner rids himself of his t-shirt and lets it drop to the floor. Armin's breath hitches as his eyes rake up to Reiner's face, the wolfish smirk plastered there makes him shiver. With his shirt gone Reiner leans over and runs his thumb over Armin's bottom lip. The movement is so gentle Armin almost forgets that he didn't really want this a few moments ago.

"You're stunning," Reiner says. "Gonna absolutely wreck you."

A shiver slips down Armin's spine as Reiner reaches over to undo the zip all the way down before pushing the hoodie off Armin's shoulders. He can barely breathe as Reiner rids himself of his jeans. His own shirt is swiftly removed and tossed aside, his body almost protesting from fatigue at the movement. He's exhausted and, really, this is the last thing he wants to be doing but he's already half undressed and he's into it... he really is... If I don't think I'll be fine...

Reiner looks him over and Armin feels himself shrinking under his gaze, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Reiner's huge hand takes hold of Armin's chin and tilts his face up to kiss him, slipping his tongue passed pliant lips to completely dominate him. Armin barely notices as Reiner's other hand begins to rub him off again. A tiny whimper escapes Armin's throat as Reiner pulls away. He strips off his boxers and lies down on the mattress.

"Sit on my face," he orders.

Armin's mouth goes dry. It's so very rare they do this and he always feels so self-conscious when they do but that commanding tone has gone straight to his dick. Without a word he nods and pushes himself up on shaking legs to strip off the last of his clothes. You can do this, just don't think about it too much...

Swallowing his nerves Armin places his thighs either side of Reiner's head, his entire body jolting as his cheeks are forced apart and Reiner runs his tongue over him. His head spins and he tries not to grind down as Reiner opens him up with his tongue. Nothing is registering – he barely hears the sound of lube being squirted out of a tube, he just about realises what's happening as one of Reiner's thick fingers begins to push inside him along with his tongue.

"Oh god... Reiner!" he moans as that finger begins to pump slowly in and out of him. He lets his eyes fall closed and the image of intense eyes that definitely aren't Reiner's flashes through his mind. His own snap open, opting instead for looking at the ceiling as Reiner continues to eat him out.

Once two fingers have him thoroughly stretched Reiner removes both his fingers and tongue and Armin bites down on a whine of protest. Feeling lucid he allows Reiner to manoeuvre him until he's kneeling above his cock. He waits, practically trembling with anticipation, as Reiner slips on a condom and lubes himself up. Harsh hands grab thin hips once he's done and Armin lowers himself onto Reiner's cock. A tiny part of him does have to admit it feels amazing as he begins to fuck himself on Reiner's dick, all his earlier reluctance forgotten as those hands grip his hips a little tighter.

"Armin fuck!" Reiner grunts. "You looks so fucking good like this."

All Armin can do is moan in response as he slams himself down, taking Reiner all the way in. One hand braces himself against the hard abdominal muscles beneath him while the other pulls his hair lose from its tie and clutches at the free strands. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his end and he knows he's not going to last much longer so he begins to ride Reiner's dick harder, taking him in as far and as deep as he will go with every thrust.

His eyes slip closed, totally lost in pleasure, and this time, as that beautiful stranger's face pops into his mind he doesn't fight it. He allows himself to think back to the way that man looked at him, like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. It's the thought of that man clasping his hands, linking their fingers together, and whispering 'I love you' as he fucks him is what finally pushes him over the edge.

He cums with a wordless cry, painting Reiner's chest in white. He just about manages to catch himself before he collapses into a boneless mass. Fighting down the wave of guilt he focuses on Reiner also reaching his peak and cumming. On shaking legs he pulls himself off and flops onto the mattress, utterly spent and exhausted. He allows Reiner to tangle his fingers into his hair and pull him into a sloppy kiss, trying not to indulge the thought already niggling at him. When was the last time Reiner told me he loved me...?