Another cute date 3 hope you enjoy

Jean can still feel the spot on his cheek where Armin kissed him the next morning as he straps his spare board onto the roof of his car along with his own. Everything feels like a strange and wonderful dream that he really doesn't want to wake up from. He feels like he's floating, the thought of spending time with Armin making him much perkier than he normally would be at five o'clock in the morning.

He's even humming as he drives down to the beach. It's an odd feeling, not one he's experienced in a long time. Armin has literally rolled into his life like a wave of sunshine that has warmed everything that felt cold for a very long time. Everything looks brighter, everything seems better and he can't help but smile when he thinks of Armin and his smile so he'll savour every moment he can with him.

When he gets to the beach Armin is already there waiting for him and that gets him smiling even more. Armin looks a picture, sitting on the edge of the beach in the early morning light. Jean wants to throw his arms around him and hug him tightly but he knows that might be a bit weird so he gets the boards down from the roof and heads over to where Armin is sitting.

"Armin," he calls, "how you going?"

Armin turns and smiles radiantly at him. "'Right."

"You got here early then?"

"Yeah," Armin grins, "fancied a walk first."

"Oh yeah?"

"Got myself some proper shoes and everythin'." Armin says sticking his feet out so Jean can see his flip-flops.

"Ah you got yourself some thongs," he grins.

"Yep."

"Bonzer."

"So shall we get to surfin'?" Armin asks.

"Yeah," Jean replies. "Have you ever surfed before."

Armin grins. "Once or twice."

"So you know the basics about getting out there and everything?" Jean asks.

"More or less."

"And you can stand up on a board?"

"Managed it before."

"Well colour me impressed," Jean grins.

"So you should be."

"And riding a wave? Feet planted, knees bent, arms loose and all that?"

"'ow 'ard can it be?" Armin asks grinning.

"It doesn't sound hard but it can get dangerous out there is you're not careful," Jean says. "I don't want to have to go back to Krista and tell her that you got hurt."

Armin laughs. "Gimme a board."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me, I'll be fine," Armin replies. He grabs the spare board from Jean and runs down the beach to the water's edge.

Jean hastily darts after him but Armin is too quick and he's stripped off his outer clothes and is on the board in the water before Jean can even blink. Jean watches, completely spellbound as Armin paddles out a way out past the shore. His eyes are fixed on him as he waits for a wave and when one comes he rides it expertly down to the shore as if he's been surfing every day of his life. Jean feels like he's hit the jackpot – Armin is gorgeous, funny, smart and he knows how to surf on top of that!

"'ow was that?" Armin asks, a shit eating grin plastered across his face as he picks his way through the sand over to Jean.

"I think I just got hard," Jean says on an exhale. "Where did you learn how to surf like that?"

"I lived down by the coast," Armin replies. "I used to surf all the time with Eren and his sister Mikasa."

"Right," Jean says.

"When it were summer we were always out on the waves and sometimes we even went out when it were winter."

"Wow!"

"Didn't expect that, did ya?" Armin grins.

"Gonna be honest, no I didn't," Jean replies.

"Oh yeah and why's that?" Armin asks.

"I dunno," Jean shrugs. "I just didn't."

"Well I'm glad I shocked you," Armin says. "Shall we carry on then? I bet I can beat you back down 'ere."

"Yeah," Jean says a little dreamily. Holy shit and he's actually interested in me! He grabs his board and follows Armin into the water, a huge grin on his face.

Jean and Armin spend the rest of the morning together, watching the sun rise higher and higher in the sky as they sit in the ocean. Every so often Jean just stops for a second to look at Armin, feeling this sense of absolute elation. Watching the way he handles a surfboard is like watching an angel. It makes his heart flutter and every time Armin turns to smile at him it only gets worse.

Once they've ridden the waves for a few hours Jean can feel hunger beginning to settle in. He and Armin pack up his car, change into dry clothes and head out to find somewhere to eat. Jean takes him to his favourite café and they find a small secluded corner to sit in after they've ordered their food.

"Sorry I made the assumption that you didn't know how to surf," Jean says once they're sat down.

"Don't be silly, it's fine," Armin smiles. "England ain't exactly well known for bein' the surfin' capital of the world."

"True."

"Just tea and bad weather."

"So is that why you decided to move here?" Jean asks.

"Nah not really?" Armin shrugs. "My grandfather died and he were the only family I 'ad back 'ome, cause my parents died when I were a littlen, and just before 'e died 'e said that 'e wanted me to get to know my other family so I came out to see Krista."

"Oh..."

"I'll go back at some point," Armin says. "Eren'll miss me too much if I stay' ere forever."

"Right," Jean chuckles before a sudden thought comes to mind. He talks about Eren a lot... maybe they're involved... "Um..." He has to ask, he needs to know otherwise he'll keep wondering if he's barking up the wrong tree. "This, ah... this Eren bloke... are you and he... involved?" God that was so awkward, way to go Jean, you fucking dill!

"What?" Armin laughs. "No. Eren's my best friend, it would be weird!"

"Right."

"'sides 'e's got a boyfriend," Armin says.

"Sorry," Jean says.

"What for?"

"Assuming again," Jean replies. "I just had to ask otherwise I'd of kept thinking about it."

"It's fine," Armin smiles. "I do talk about 'im a lot so I can understand why you'd ask and why people get confused."

"Um... are you seeing anyone?" Jean asks.

"Am I countin' you in that?" Armin asks.

"What?"

"Well I don't know about you but I'd class this as a second date so I'd say I'm seein' you," Armin says.

"Oh..." A huge smiles spreads across Jean's face. This is actually happening! "That's good cause I like you a lot."

"Good," Armin smiles. "I like you a lot too."

The table they're sitting at is a lot smaller than the one they were at last night so Jean leans over and takes Armin's hand, linking their fingers together. Armin gives Jean's hand a squeeze and smiles at him. Jean looks into his eyes and he knows that he's gone. He's in love with this beautiful accented angel and there is absolutely nothing that he can do to stop it. Then again there isn't anything that he wants to do to stop it.

After the two of them finish breakfast Armin slips his hand into Jean's linking their fingers together as they walk back along the sand to Jean's car. The conversation flows easily but every so often Jean gets distracted just staring at Armin's face, his lips in particular. He's wanted to kiss him since last night and now there's no one around to interrupt them if he tries again.

"I had an amazin' time," Armin says as they reach Jean's car. That radiant smile is turned to Jean again and he can feel his heart hammering in his chest.

"Would you wanna do it again sometimes?" he asks.

"Definitely," Armin replies. "Like I said, I like you... a lot so of course I wanna see you again."

"Bonzer," Jean says smiling. He wraps an arm around Armin's waist.

"I'm guessin' that means good," Armin grins as his hands come to rest lightly on Jean's shoulders.

"It does."

"Good."

They take a moment to just stare at each other, eyes drinking in everything of each other. Jean's eyes keep coming back to Armin's lips. He wants to leans down and kiss him but there's still something stopping him. He's nervous; nervous that someone will interrupt them again, nervous because he hasn't felt like this about anyone in such a long time and Armin has literally come into his life and completely taken over all of his thoughts.

"Can I kiss you?" Armin asks out of the blue.

"What?" Jean asks in response. Did I just hear that right?

"I wanna kiss you, just to see what it's like."

Jean's still too surprised to process this. "Well... yeah if you want to I'd like that."

Armin's hands on Jean's shoulders curl into fists around the fabric of his t-shirt. He pushes himself up on tip toes and presses his lips to Jean's. It's a sweet, chaste kiss that steals Jean's breath away instantly. Armin sinks back down to the balls of his feet and Jean's lips are already missing the feeling.

"That was nice," he says a little dreamily.

"Yeah," Armin smiles, "but I think we should try that again, just to make sure."

"Make sure what?"

"Oh I don't give a shit just shut up and kiss me," Armin says.

"Okay," Jean says, leaning down to press his lips to Armin's. A soft moan leaves Armin's throat as Jean's hand tangles in his hair and his tongue flicks over his top lip. Armin opens his mouth, allowing Jean's tongue to tease his own. Neither of them cares about the world around them, they only have eyes for each other as they stand there kissing on the edge of the sand.