Hello everyone, here is the last chapter of this, I hope you've enjoyed it and you enjoy the porn :D

They stood in the centre of the rink, completely lost to everything but each other's lips, until Jean tried to move forward and lost his footing falling backwards and bringing Armin crashing down on top of him in a heap of giggles and more kisses. Once they composed themselves they locked up the rink and headed home. Now Jean has Armin pressed up against his front door, trailing kisses down Armin's neck as fingers clutch at his hair and pull him closer.

"Jean!" Armin gasps softly as Jean's teeth scrape his collarbone. "Ah! We... we should go inside."

"Okay," Jean says between kisses but makes no move to stop. Now that he has Armin in his arms, writhing underneath his lips and he can continue kissing him he's not going to stop any time soon.

"Seriously it will be more comfortable inside," Armin chuckles.

"Okay," Jean says again.

Armin turns in Jean's arms, pulling his keys out of his pocket and trying to stop his knees from giving out as Jean's teeth scrape his earlobe. The soft little moans and gasps he's letting out are beautiful and going straight to Jean's cock. He can't wait to give in after all this longing and finally have Armin spread out beneath him.

"Okay," Armin says when he finally gets the door open, "this is me." He takes Jean's hand and leads him inside.

To say that Armin's place isn't what Jean expected is a huge understatement. It's one room that seems to function as a kitchen, bedroom and living room all in one. There is a damp patch on the ceiling from the flat above and the chill in the air says that the windows aren't double glazed. It's a wonder Armin hasn't gotten ill living in a place like this.

"It... it's not much, I know, but I'm not here that often so it's okay," Armin says turning on a small lamp and Jean looks up to see that the ceiling light is hanging by a single, very broken looking wire.

"Are you sure it's safe for you to live here?" Jean asks.

"Well they never completely gave the all clear on the Asbestos but it's all I can afford after medical school," Armin says. "I keep asking about things that need to be fixed but so far the landlord seems pretty unconcerned."

"Armin this place is a hovel," Jean says. A little blunt he knows but it needs to be said.

Armin sighs. "I know but, like I said, it's all I can afford at the moment."

Jean slips his arms around Armin's waist and pulls him close so that he can kiss him again. "How about I take you to mine and I can absolutely spoil you for the rest of the night. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good."

It doesn't take them very long to get to Jean's and, true to his word, as soon as they get in Jean treats Armin to some food. It's nothing fancy but the smile on Armin's face and the sparkle in his eyes fills Jean's heart. Once they're done Jean takes him upstairs to run him a bath. Armin's eye practically bulge out of his head at the sheer size of the bathroom.

"This place is huge!" Armin marvels as Jean tests out the water.

"Yeah," Jean chuckles. "I inherited this place when my mother decided she wanted to go travelling and needed someone to house sit indefinitely."

"Oh wow!"

"Bath is ready," Jean tells him, his fingers brushing the hem of Armin's shirt.

Teasing his lower lips with his teeth Armin tugs at the collar of Jean's shirt. "Want to join me?"

"Yes please."

Jean very much enjoys stripping Armin of his clothes, finally getting his eyes (and hands) on his body. There is a lot of touching, hands wandering as they both strip down to skin. Lips enter the fray and they almost forget about the bath altogether. Once they slip into the water Jean is very glad he has a bath big enough to accommodate the both of them, Armin settling comfortably between his legs.

"This is nice," Armin sighs contentedly, leaning his head back against Jean's shoulder as Jean's fingers draw idle patterns over his stomach.

"It is," Jean agrees pressing a soft kiss to Armin's temple. "I could quite happily stay like this and not go back to work tomorrow... or ever."

"About work..." Armin begins after a tentative pause. "Should we... do you think we should really be doing this?"

"Taking a bath?" Jean asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. He knows where Armin is going with this but he doesn't really want to entertain that notion right now.

"I mean..."

"I know what you mean." Jean says. He slips his hand into Armin's, linking their fingers together.

"I mean do you think it will affect us working together if we hook up?" Armin asks.

"Well I was kind of hoping that this would be more than just a one night hook up," Jean admits. He feels Armin stiffen in his arms and he wonders if he's blown it but then Armin laughs and he relaxes.

"Thank god," Armin says turning that radiant smile on him. "I thought maybe this meant more to me than it did to you but I'm so glad that I was wrong."

Jean takes hold of Armin's chin and tilts his head a little so that he can kiss him, long, slow and passionate. He can feel Armin practically melting in his arms and he really does want to freeze this moment and stay like this forever.

"Armin Arlert I am crazy about you," Jean says frankly, spelling it out for him, "and I don't think it's worth not trying just because we work together."

"Good, me neither."

"Besides," Jean continues holding Armin a little tighter, "we've both lost friends recently. Life is too short to not take chances and I want to take this chance with you."

For a second Armin doesn't say anything and Jean thinks he's blown it. Then Armin disentangles himself from Jean's arms and he thinks he's really blown it but then Armin turns, wraps his arms around Jean's neck and kisses him deeply. For a second Jean doesn't know how to react but he works it out pretty swiftly before Armin pulls away. One hand cups the back of Armin's head and the other rests on the small of his back, keeping their bodies flush together.

Armin gasps into the kiss as Jean's teeth graze his bottom lip so Jean takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into Armin's mouth. In seconds he has Armin moaning and clinging to him. The sounds coming from the back of Armin's throat go straight to Jean's cock. He thrusts his hips up ever so slightly and he can feel how hard Armin is. He wants to take Armin into his room and take him apart till Armin is writhing beneath him and begging for more. He wants to see that beautiful face contorted in pleasure and knowing that he's the one responsible for it.

"Oh fuck!" Armin gasps as Jean's fingers begin too ghost up one of his ass cheeks. "Oh fuck, Jean please!"

"Yes angel?"

"I want you to fuck me," Armin practically cries as he grinds down on Jean's cock. "I want you..."

"You're so beautiful," Jean whispers in Armin's ear as his fingers dip down even lower. "Can't believe you're here."

"I'm yours," Armin says as he presses kisses to Jean's neck. "I'm yours."

"Then let me take you to my room and I can really make you mine," Jean says and Armin shivers.

"Oh god yes!"

Having to prize his hands off Armin in order for them to get out of the bath but they're on each other the second they can be. Lips and hands explore every inch of skin and Armin pulls away from Jean's neck with a gasp as one of Jean's hands wraps around his cock. Jean can feel him trembling underneath his touch and it makes him ache; he needs to get Armin in his bed as fast as possible. It would be so easy to pick him up and pound him into the wall but he wants to take his time and he wants Armin beneath him.

"Je... Jean, please..." Armin begs, blunt nails digging into Jean's shoulder as his hand speeds up.

"Please what beautiful?"

"Please stop teasing me and just fuck me!"

"As you wish," Jean all but purrs. He places both hands under Armin's ass, having a nice good grope in the process, and lifts him up. Armin wraps his legs around Jean's waist, pressing himself right up against Jean's chest. With their lips still attached Jean stumbles down the hall to his bedroom, fumbling with doors and lights as he goes.

When they finally reach the edge of the bed Jean topples over, catching himself of his hands before he squashes Armin completely. His breath stills in his throat as he looks down and sees Armin on the bed beneath him, surrounded by the halo of his hair. He looks absolutely beautiful and Jean can't help but marvel that Armin is even beneath him at all. He reaches over and brushes Armin's fringe out of his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Jean whispers on an exhale.

Armin reaches up to run his fingers through Jean's hair. "So are you."

Jean leans down and presses kissed to Armin's forehead, nose, cheeks and finally his lips before pulling back. He tosses Armin a wink that has Armin teasing his bottom lip with his teeth again. Wanting to get back to the beauty spread out on his bed as quickly as possible Jean grabs a condom and some lube from his bottom draw. (God bless Hanji and her weirdly inappropriate Secret Santa gifts.) When he turns back to Armin, though, his heart nearly stops.

Armin is lying in the centre of his bed, legs spread wide and hand lazily stroking his cock looking at Jean with eyes filled with desire. Exhaling shakily Jean settles between his legs, pressing kisses up Armin's thigh letting his breath ghost along Armin's skin. Armin's hand stutters as Jean's tongue skims over his balls and Jean can't help but feel a swell of pride.

He can't wait any longer so he uncaps the lube and squirts a generous amount onto his fingers. He takes Armin's wrist and pulls his hand away from his cock so that he can take him in, right to the back of his throat as he slips the first finger in as deep as he can get it.

"Oh god! Jean!" Armin cries as Jean's tongue works him up and his finger works him open. Jean loves it even more as Armin grabs fistfuls of his hair. Armin's thighs tremble as Jean's tongue runs up the underside and his grip on his hair tightens. Jean knowing that he's the one making Armin tremble like this has Jean's cock practically throbbing with need.

A second finger joins the first and then a third and Jean has Armin crying out and quaking beneath him. The fingers in his hair tighten even more as Jean really works him open. He can feel his own self control slipping and he needs to get inside Armin as soon as possible. He can tell that Armin wants it by the way every muscle in his body seems taught, ready.

"Jean!" Please... I can't take it... I need you!" Armin begs and Jean can't resist him any longer.

He pulls off Armin's cock with a filthy wet pop that has Armin thrusting his hips up for more. Jean smirks to himself, watching every reaction as he teasingly slowly pulls his fingers from Armin. The little lip bite is what really gets him speeding up, ripping the condom open so that he can sink into Armin's tight heat. He fumbles slightly in his hurry but he gets the latex on and covers himself in more of the lubricant.

"You okay?" he asks as he settles himself between Armin's legs. He places a hand on Armin's thigh to steady himself before he loses it completely.

"Yeah," Armin pants, his voice filled with tension and need. "I'm so ready for you."

Without another word Jean presses his lips to Armin's and sinks inside him to the hilt. Armin feels like heaven around him, so tight and so hot that he can't help but groan into his mouth. Jean hold himself still, waiting for Armin to adjust, as Armin clings to him letting out the most adorable little moans and whimpers.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Armin thrusts his hips up ever so slightly silently telling Jean he's ready. It's all the invitation Jean needs to pull out and start thrusting back in at a furious pace. He can feel himself drowning in everything that is Armin and he needs to make Armin feel as good as he does. He presses his lips to every bit of skin he can as he pounds into Armin, making him moan.

"Oh god Jean!" Armin cries as Jean shifts his angle and begins to ram into his prostate. "Oh god I'm getting close."

"Me too," Jean pants, his gut tightening as every single muscle in Armin's body squeezes him. Holding himself up on one hand he reaches down to begin pumping Armin's cock, really making him scream.

"Jean! Oh fuck... fuck me harder!"

"You want it harder," Jean groans with a smirk.

"Yes! Please I... I need it!"

The words are like music to Jean's ears and he begins to really ram into Armin's body. Armin is quaking and quivering beneath him and Jean feels like he's hit the jackpot. Armin looks beautiful – mouth slack, eyes a little unfocused and blushing. His eyes slip closed and he arches off the bed with a wordless cry and cums. Jean presses his lips to Armin's, swallowing each gorgeous little whimper as he continues to thrust into him. It doesn't take long for him to reach his own peak, especially with Armin tightening around him like a vice. He fills the condom, groaning as he loses himself in everything Armin.

He presses his forehead to Armin's panting heavily. His heart feels like it's going to burst, he's so happy to have Armin with him. He places a hand on Armin's cheek and kisses him deeply, loving Armin's hum of contentment.

"You're beautiful," Jean whispers.

"So are you."

"I should probably go and run us another bath or something like that," Jean says.

Armin's arms tighten around his neck tighten slightly. "Stay here a bit longer?"

"Gladly," Jean smiles leaning down to kiss him again, feeling happier than he has done for a very long time.