Hello everyone :D and here is the chapter you've all been waiting for: smut ahoy! (like this story hasn't been filled with it) Hope you enjoy it, I love these dorks

After they leave the police station Jean takes Armin back home to pick up his things. The house is still crawling with police, the door is still hanging off its hinges and it looks as if the place has been raided. Armin doesn't want to linger so he goes inside (after a quick call to Hange to get the officers at the scene to let him in) and grabs his stuff. It's the one time he is very glad that he doesn't have a lot of possessions. What he needs he throws in a bag and leaves the rest for Reiner to thrown out or burn.

The drive from Armin's to Jean's is mostly sat in silence, Armin staring out of the window and trying not to cry. This morning I was leaving hospital and now I don't have anywhere to live, what the hell happened? It isn't until they're sitting at a set of traffic lights when Jean reaches over gives Armin's hand a squeeze and asks him what he wants for dinner does the tense atmosphere begin to dissipate.

Once they get to Jean's they're talking as if nothing has happened. Armin feels so at ease for the first time in so long and he can't thank Jean enough for everything he has done for him. The evening passes and Jean sets Armin up in his spare room (which is much nicer and larger than Armin's previous one) before bidding him goodnight and retiring to his own room. Suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion Armin climbs into the most comfortable bed in the world and instantly falls asleep.

Across the hallway, in his own room, Jean isn't having quite as much luck being able to get to sleep.

He lies there, staring at the ceiling and trying to forget that the most beautiful man he's ever laid eyes on is sleeping in his spare room. A huge part of him wants to go over and see if Armin is alright, an even larger part (guided from somewhere south of his belt) wants to go over and kiss him senseless. He gives himself a mental smack to the back of the head for that one. He's been through hell! What he needs right now is a friend, not another creepy perv... He sighs, running a hand over his face and willing his semi-hard erection to go down. Sometimes he penis is a real dick.

After what feels like hours a soft knock at the door catches his attention. He turns on his bedside lamp, hoping it makes him look bleary eyed enough that he could just about pass for having been woken up.

"Come in," he calls. The door opens and Jean is not prepared in the slightest for the sight of Armin in a way too big sleep shirt that come down to about his mid thigh. He's seen Armin in next to nothing but the way he looks so vulnerable, shifting under Jean's gaze, has a heat rising up the back of his neck.

"Hey."

"H... hey," Jean stammers, struggling to get his words out. "You okay?"

"Yeah I just..." Armin bites his lip and shuffles, trying to find the right words. "I ended up having a flashback from earlier and I just don't really want to sleep alone tonight. Can I... can I come sleep in here with you?"

Say no.

This is a really bad idea, say no.

If Jean had a stronger resolve he would say no. He would tell Armin that it's a bad idea and say no... but Jean doesn't have a stronger resolve. "Okay sure."

Armin's smile makes his chest tighten. "Thank you," he says before he closes the door and makes his way over to the bed, Jean scoots over, giving him more room, and once Armin is comfortable he turns the light off.

Jean can barely breathe as he turns to face Armin to ask him if he's okay but he's already sleeping soundly. Probably a good thing, he thinks as he rolls over onto his back. Having Armin this close all night is going to be putting enough strain on his sanity as it is without them talking in such an intimate setting as well. The best thing he can do is close his eyes, get some sleep and try not to think about it too much.

That seems to work... for about fifteen minutes.

Turns out Armin is a very restless sleeper (probably from everything he's been through) and before Jean has realised what's happening Armin has cuddled up to him, pressing himself against his side. If Jean wasn't awake before, he is now. He can feel Armin's breath against his shoulder and he can feel his self-control starting to crack. Trying to make the situation better (for himself if nothing else) he moves his arm but that only seems to encourage Armin in closer, so close that he's sure Armin would be able to hear his rapidly pounding heart if he was awake.

Without thinking he runs his fingers through Armin's sort, golden hair. He really is beautiful... One of Armin's arms drapes over Jean's stomach and he is really struggling to hold it together. He feels like such a creep. I should wake him up before this goes any further and he thinks the worst of me, I should try to move him maybe, I should...

But Jean never has the chance to make a decision about what he should do as Armin's eyelids flutter open and he stare up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of his.

"Um... hey," Jean says. He feels like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't and he suddenly realises he's still got his fingers wound in Armin's hair. He watches as Armin's eyes flicker from his, down to his lips and then back again. Jean opens his mouth to immediately start protesting that 'it's not what it looks like' but a pair of warm lips press against his, silencing him.

He's taken aback, but only for a second, before he uses the hold he has on Armin's hair to pull him into a deeper kiss. One of Armin's hands goes to tangle in Jean's hair, to keep their lips together for a little longer before they finally break apart, breathing heavily.

"Armin..." he pants, "we shouldn't..."

"Why not?" Armin asks, equally as breathless.

"Because..." Jean begins. He can't quite form a coherent sentence but he knows that he has to put a stop to this before something happens that Armin might regret. "Because I don't think we should."

"You don't want to?" Armin asks and Jean's heart aches at the glassy look that takes over his eyes. Jean presses his lips to Armin's forehead.

"Armin... god you have no idea how much I want to," he says. "I just don't know if this is the right time."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if this is going to happen then I want it to be because you really want it, not because you're reacting to something," Jean replies.

"You think I'm just reacting because we're in bed together?" Armin asks with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow.

"I have no idea.

Armin chuckles. "I know everything that's happened today, and pretty much since you met me, has been crazy and I know it looks like I'm just reacting to it all or I'm not thinking straight or whatever but this feels right to me. I want this, I really do."

"Are you sure?" Jean asks. "I don't want you to regret this in the morning."

Armin nods. "Yeah," he says. "I want this." He leans up and presses a kiss to Jean's lips again.

This time Jean doesn't pull away, this time he moves them so that Armin is lying on the mattress beneath him. The soft gasp that leaves Armin's lips as Jean presses kisses down his jaw goes straight to Jean's dick. The sounds Armin makes are like music to Jean's ears and the way that his fingers cling to Jean's hair as he grazes his teeth over Armin's neck is just perfect.

"Oh god, Jean!" His words ghost passed Jean's ear and he clutches him tighter.

Jean prises his lips away from Armin's neck long enough to start undoing the buttons on the sleep shirt. Immediately his lips are back on Armin's skin, pressing gentle kisses to each newly revealed section of his chest. Armin's fingers tighten in Jean's hair as he briefly stops to swirl his tongue around one of Armin's nipples. He blows cold air onto it, making Armin arch off the mattress and Jean can feel his hard cock pressing against his. He chuckles against Armin's heated skin.

"When was the last time anyone made you feel this good?" he asks as he moves his attention to the other nipple.

"God, I have no idea," Armin replies, his voice chocked as he struggles for breath. "Please don't stop!"

"I'm not going to," Jean chuckles, continuing to open Armin's shirt and kiss the exposed skin.

Finally he has the shirt open. He pulls back and looks down and his breath catches in his throat. Panting heavily and gazing up at him with hazy eye Armin looks absolutely beautiful. Jean's cock is straining against his boxers and he has to have a taste again. He leans down and presses his lips to Armin's again. Unable to resist the temptation he grins his hips down, rubbing his cock against Armin's, causing him him moan into his mouth.

Without him even having to ask Armin parts his lips and allows Jean to slip his tongue into his mouth. The desperate whines and whimpers that sound in Armin's throat only get louder as Jean slips his hand into Armin's boxers to push them down. One of Armin's hands reaches into Jean's boxers and grabs a handful of his backside.

"Fuck!" he gasps, pulling away from Armin's lips.

"Jean," Armin pants, staring up at him with eyes of lust and desire, "I want you. Please, want you in me."

Jean chuckles before pressing a quick kiss to Armin's lips. "Demanding little thing, aren't you?"

"Shut up and fuck me," Armin says, stifling his own chuckle before pulling Jean back in for another kiss.

It takes a lot of effort for Jean to pull away from Armin's lips but he does. He sits back on his heels and pulls Armin's boxers all the way off as Armin lifts his hips up. Jean's mouth is on him before they've even hit the floor and a loud, drawn out moan rips itself from Armin as Jean takes his cock all the way in.

"Oh god!" Armin cries and Jean wonders if the neighbours will hear (he doesn't care if they do, in fact he kind of wants them to). "Oh god, Jean!"

Before Armin can get too close to the edge Jean releases him and pulls away completely to rid himself of his own boxers. He grabs a condom and a bottle of lubricant from his bedside table, his movements hurried to get back to the angel beneath him as quickly as possible. When he returns to Armin the sleep shirt is gone, lying on the floor with the rest of their discarded clothing, Armin's legs spread a little wider than before. Now that's a sight to make your heart stop...

Jean keeps his eyes fixed on Armin's as he tears open the condom packet and wastes no time putting it on. Now that he finally has Armin underneath him in his bed he's not going to just stare at him. He squeezes lubricant onto his fingers and coats them in it before leaning down to press a heated kiss to Armin's lips.

"Are you sure about this?" he asks, giving Armin another opportunity to back out.

"Never been more sure of anything," Armin replies. He threads his fingers into Jean's hair and pulls him into a kiss as Jean sinks the first finger inside him.

As he works him open for his cock Jean is attentive, listening to every hitch of Armin's breath for any sign of discomfort before he works a second and then a third finger in. Before he knows it Armin is thrusting his hips, rutting against Jean's hand, desperate for him to go deeper. Jean pulls his fingers out suddenly and Armin whines in protest but makes no other complaint as Jean squirts more lubricant onto his hand and coats his cock in it.

He takes Armin's thigh and places it on his hip as he sinks into him. Once he's completely inside him Jean waits for Armin to adjust but as he feels him tighten around him he can't hold it together. He pulls out and begins to thrust into Armin, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he can reach, desperate to taste.

"Jean!" Armin cries as he clings to him. "I'm close."

"Me too," Jean pants. Supporting himself on one arm he reaches down and begins to pump Armin's cock in time with his thrusts.

All it takes is a few more thrusts before Armin cums with a cry of Jean's name. He tightens to an almost vice like grip around him and Jean reaches his own end. He holds onto Armin, continuing to thrust so that they ride out their pleasure together. He presses a kiss to Armin's forehead before pressing his against it.

"You're so perfect," he whispers linking the fingers of one of his hands with Armin's and giving his hand a squeeze.

"So are you," Armin whispers back before leaning forward and kissing Jean's lips again, utterly content.