Morning everyone :D it's been a while since we've had any interaction between Armin and Jean so have at it, poor little bean won't know what's hit him. Hope you enjoy :p

After a few weeks of his new found profession Armin thinks he's seen enough to no longer be surprised by anything. This is until one evening when he is in Room Two – his usual room – waiting for his next client. The door opens and he sees a face he hasn't done for a while. Jean seems a little surprised to see him already there but he still smiles warmly all the same. Armin tries to smile back but he can't be sure he's not grimacing.

God, not you too...

"Hey stranger," Jean says. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, thought you'd forgotten about me," Armin chuckles even though he feels his heart breaking.

"I don't think I could ever forget about you," Jean says, a light in his eye that makes Armin's stomach instantly flutter, as he closes the door behind himself.

Armin opens his mouth to ask Jean how he's been and continue the conversation but there's no point in dragging this out, not this time. He's here for a reason... might as well get it over with like everyone else.

"Shall we get started then?" he asks.

"Direct and to the point," Jean chuckles.

Armin saunters over to him, oozing a confidence he isn't feeling in the slightest. "Why not be?" he asks. "It's more fun that way."

He blows Jean a kiss before sinking to his knees in front of him. He looks up into wide amber eyes as he reaches up and begins to undo Jean's belt. It takes a second for Jean to react and Armin just about has the belt completely open when warm hands close around both of his wrists, stopping him in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Jean asks.

"I was getting things started," Armin replies, blinking at him.

"By taking my jeans off?"

"Well how else do you expect to fuck me?" Armin asks, confused and slightly annoyed. Why is he pretending he doesn't know?

"What?!"

"You paid to have sex with me, this shouldn't be a surprise," Armin replies, sitting back on his heels and looking up at Jean.

"God no!" Jean cries. "That's not what I'm here for at all!"

"Then what are you here for?" Armin asks, that irritation seeping further into his voice.

"You!" Jean says. "Nothing else."

"Oh..."

His words hit Armin like he had struck him. He stares up at Jean, his mouth hanging open slightly. He's literally just here to see me, nothing else, he doesn't expect anything from me...

A lump begins to rise in Armin's throat but he swallows it down. Jean's grip on his wrists tightens slightly and he pulls Armin to his feet. Armin feels himself shrink slightly under his gaze and he looks at the floor. Jean lets go of one of his wrists and catches his chin, making him look into his eyes.

"You want to tell me what's going on here?" he asks. It's not an accusation, it's not a demand, it's just a question.

Armin looks to a spot just shy of Jean's right ear. He can't look him in the eye when he says this. "This is just what I do now," he admits.

"What?"

"Please don't make me say it out loud," Armin says, voice thick with the effort of not breaking down and crying.

"Why?" Jean asks.

"Are you a cop or something?"

"No," Jean replies but gives nothing else away.

"Then can we just leave it?"

"You don't have to do this, you know," Jean says after a pause.

"Yes I do," Armin says.

"No you don't," Jean says. "You have a choice."

"No I don't," Armin says, that lump forming in his throat again. The hand on his wrist loosen slightly but Jean still uses the slack grip to pull Armin into a hug. Armin's eyes go wide as he finds himself pressed against Jean's chest, strong arms wrapping around him. Jean's grip tightens for a second but it's enough. He always treats me like a person...

"Can... can we talk about something else?" he asks after a pause.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jean asks as simply as if they had previously been discussing the weather and lets go of him.

Armin shrugs. "Your always asking me about myself–"

"Ah but you never give me a straight answer," Jean says grinning as he sits down on a vacant chair.

"I've got to protect my identity," Armin says, sitting down on the floor.

"And I don't?"

"I guess so," Armin shrugs. "Can I ask you something though?"

"What?" Jean asks.

"Nothing super personal, don't worry," Armin chuckles as he tucks his legs under himself, brushing his hair behind his ear, out of his eyes.

"Shame," Jean says, "I was going to suggest a trade."

"A trade?"

"You ask a personal question and I answer honestly and then get to do the same to you," Jean replies.

Despite everything Armin just rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Seriously though why do you keep coming back here?"

"You know why."

"Do I though?" Armin asks. "I know you think I'm stunning, you're very vocal about that, but what makes me so special? I'm sure there's plenty of other people who look like me who aren't..." He doesn't quite know how to finish the sentence. Strippers? Prostitutes? Already in a relationship? Although Jean doesn't know that...

Jean runs a hand through his hair to rub the back of his neck while he scrambles for an answer. He lets out a soft breathy laugh as he drops his hand and shrugs.

"I don't know," he says. "There's just something about you that I can't shake and I know I know virtually nothing about you, and it's crazy for me to be, but I'm interested in you. I want to get to know you, see you out of this place and just be with you."

Armin sighs. He bites his lip, knowing that he should come clean. I don't want to lead him on any more...

"I have a partner," he says, "and I've been with him for a while." It's not a flat out rejection. He knows this and he's sure Jean does too but he doesn't say anything so Armin ignores it too. All Jean does is chuckle softly and rub the back of his neck again.

"I figured you probably did, looking like that," he says.

"Sorry," Armin says after the silence has stretched on a bit too long.

Jean waves him off. "You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I guess not but..."

There is a knock at the door to signify that their time is close to being up. Jean looks at the door and chuckles and Armin's heart sinks. It was nice while it lasted...

"Wow they don't give you much time, do they?" he asks.

Armin shrugs. "Depends on what the person is paying for."

"Right."

"Speaking of I feel kind of guilty," Armin says.

"What for?"

"I'm guessing you paid a lot of money for me again and basically got nothing," Armin says, shifting awkwardly.

Jean waves him off again and the movement is so effortlessly sexy. "Don't worry about it," he says.

"Yeah well I do," Armin says. "There must be something I can give you, or do for you, after you paid all that money."

"You don't have to," Jean says.

"I want to." He's going to be insistent about this. Jean's paid and he's not going to send him away with nothing.

"Okay fine," Jean relents and pushes himself to his feet. "Come here."

Obediently Armin gets up and goes over to where Jean is standing. He has no idea what he's planning, his face unreadable, so it stands to reason that a soft gasp escapes his lips as Jean's arm suddenly wraps around his waist and pulls him close. They're pressed up against each other and Armin stiffens slightly in Jean's arms as a gentle hand tangles in the downy hair at the nape of his neck. He looks up into those captivating amber eyes to see them staring, with unabashed desire, at his lips.

Armin is trembling all over in anticipation as Jean finally closes the remaining distance between them and brushes his lips against Armin's. Even though he's expecting it he still gasps softly as Jean's lips press harder against his. His knees begin to weaken and he reaches up to grab the front of Jean's shirt as he kisses him back. He shouldn't be doing this. This is different than just sex and he's very aware that he's only in a shirt and boxers but he can't stop himself. The press of Jean's lips against his is just too good.

He allows himself to be totally swept away by the kiss, even leaning in for another when Jean pulls back. His eyes flutter open and the way Jean is looking at him sets a fire in his blood. No one has kissed me like that in so long...

"I should probably go before they send someone in," Jean says and he sounds a little breathless.

"Okay..." Armin says, his voice more breath than word.

"See you again," Jean says. He presses another quick kiss to Armin's lips before he's out the door and gone before Armin can stop him.

"Okay," he whispers to the empty room.

He waits for a moment until he's sure that Jean will have disappeared before he leaves the room. He makes a beeline for his dressing room, not realising he's walking faster and faster until he is there. He opens the door and slams it closed behind him. He leans against it, pressing his hand against his rapidly beating heart. It's pounding in his ears and it feels as if it's going to either burst out of his chest or alert everyone in the entire building to the fact that he's totally lost his cool over a kiss. At best he can wait for it to calm down, at worst he can admit that Jean has an affect on him that no one, not even Reiner, seems to.

This is not good, this is really not good...

Fuck!