Hey everyone, hope you enjoy ps sorry about the spider, I didn't like writing about him either

Ever since Armin kissed him Jean hasn't been able to stop smiling. He feels like he's been walking in a daze all this time; a deliriously happy dream that he doesn't want to wake up from. All he can think about is Armin and when they're not together they're constantly talking, either texting or messaging each other on Facebook or Instagram. Everyone has noticed the change in Jean, even the people he works with have asked why he's smiling so much but he just shrugs and says nothing, his thoughts already on the next time he can see Armin.

His phone buzzes with a text as he lounges on the sofa one afternoon. He picks it up and the smile is instantly there as Armin's name lights up the screen.

[2:15pm] FROM ARMIN 3: Managed to escape for a bit, heading over to yours now. Can't wait to see you xxx

Jean's heart flips. The thought of Armin coming over and being with him alone is amazing. Since they started seeing each other it's been difficult for them to actually get some time alone as someone wants their attention (usually Armin's). It's as if their friends are trying to keep them from being alone long enough to get up to no good. It's nice that they're looking out for Armin (because Jean knows it sure as hell isn't for him) but at the same time it's incredibly frustrating for the both of them).

[2:17pm] FROM ME: Cool, can't wait either, see you soon xxx

He grins to himself and gets to tidying the slight mess in his living room before Armin arrives. Thankfully he's always been quite a tidy person so he's not running around like crazy trying to desperately clean. There is, however, a pile of washing up that he has let stack so he sends another text to Armin to let him know that the door is open so he can just come in when he arrives and gets to work.

It's not long before he hears the front door open so either Armin was halfway there when he sent that text or he ran the whole way over.

"Jean!" he calls. "Where are ya?"

"In the kitchen," Jean calls back.

"Oooh you cookin'?" Armin asks.

"Not yet but I can be," Jean replies chuckling.

"I mean I could definitely eat," Armin says as he comes into the kitchen. "I wanna try that thing you were tellin' me about with the fish and oh my god what the 'ell is that?!" Armin's eyes widen and his gaze seems to be fixed somewhere just above Jean's head.

"The hell is what?" Jean asks, confused as he looks over his shoulder at Armin.

"That!" Armin says pointing up at the ceiling.

Brow furrowed Jean looks round to where he's pointing and it suddenly dawns on him as he looks up at the large spider covering a corner of the ceiling. "Oh that? That's Larry," he replies calmly.

"Oh fantastic," Armin says sarcastically. "That doesn't answer shit!"

"Well he's a spider," Jean says.

"Yes I can see that."

"I don't really know what else to tell you then."

"Maybe why the fuck 'e's in your kitchen!" Armin squeaks.

Jean looks at the spider then back to Armin and shrugs. "Well he hasn't moved in four months and he's in a really awkward place to get at so I just sort of left him there."

"So profound laziness then."

"He's harmless... I think."

"You sure 'e's still alive?" Armin asks still eyeing the spider warily.

"I think so," Jean replies. "I'm not really sure to be honest with you but I sort of don't have the energy to find out so I named him and he just lives here now."

"And you named him Larry?"

"Yeah."

"I don't like Larry," Armin says, eyes still fixed on the unmoving spider.

"As a name?" Jean asks.

"No! I don't like the spider full stop! I don't like 'im as a concept!"

"He's not going to hurt you," Jean chuckles, drying his hands before going over to Armin and pulling him into a hug.

"You don't know!"

Jean presses a kiss to Armin's forehead. "I can't believe you're scared of spiders."

"I'm sorry we don't have ones the size of your face in England," Armin grumbles.

"Well how about we get out of the kitchen and I can make you forget all about him?" Jean suggests leaning in and giving the shell of Armin's ear a teasing nip.

A soft breathy moan escapes Armin's lips as Jean's teeth continue to tease his ear. "Oh god yes!"

"Then come with me," Jean all but purrs, taking Armin's hand and linking their fingers together. He leans down and presses a kiss to Armin's lips before leading him out of the kitchen. He brings Armin into his living room and sits down on the sofa, pulling Armin on top of him and onto his lap.

"Jean..." Armin gasps as one of Jean's hands finds purchase on his backside while the other tangles in his hair.

"Yeah beautiful?"

"Kiss me."

When begged so sweetly like that there's no way that Jean can refuse and he uses the hold he has on Armin's hair so that he can pull him down and press a heated kiss to his lips. The tiniest of whimpers leaves the back of Armin's throat to be swallowed by Jean and the sound is so cute that it goes straight to Jean's cock. He slips the fingers from the hand on Armin's backside up and under the hem of his t-shirt, slowly walking them across his skin.

Armin suddenly jerks back and away from Jean's lips and Jean's hand immediately stops. "What's wrong?" he asks.

"Nothin'," Armin says shaking his head.

"Come on, tell me," Jean says, running his fingers through Armin's hair gently.

"No it's silly."

"Tell me."

"It's just..." Armin begins, his face growing hotter and hotter by the second, "I feel like 'e's watchin' me."

"What?" Jean asks brow furrowed before it dawns on him. "Oh, the spider! He's not, he hasn't moved in months."

"There's still time."

"Come here," Jean says pulling Armin down for another kiss. "He's not going to hurt you, I promise."

"You sure?"

"Positive," Jean replies. "I've been sleeping in the same house as him for ages now."

"That's still not much of a comfort."

"Then let me take your mind off him," Jean says, his hand moving down and slipping under the waistband of Armin's shorts and boxers to grab a handful of his backside.

"J... Jean..." Armin groans, rocking his hips forward and Jean can feel how hard he's becoming. It sends a thrill right through him down to his own cock.

"Yeah?" he gasps as Armin leans forward, pressing kisses along the column of his neck and the underside of his jaw.

"I want you," Armin says between kisses.

"Want you too."

"Then take me," Armin says.

Jean's hand on his backside tightens at his words and a heated moan leaves Armin's lips. He pulls away from Jean's neck to slam their lips together again, his tongue slipping into Jean's mouth. It takes almost everything he has for Jean not to flip their positions and fuck Armin hard into the sofa but he manages to control himself. If he's going to fuck Armin then he's not going to do it on his sofa without any kind of preparation.

"God Armin," Jean groans as he pulls back for air. "You're amazing!"

"Jean..."

Armin's soft moans of his name are making Jean;s cock ache with need. His hand on Armin's backside tightens again as he kisses his neck. His other hand starts pulling Armin's t-shirt up, he wants to get down to skin as swiftly as possible, absolutely desperate for him. One of Armin's hands is in his hair and the other runs down Jean's chest to rub his cock through his shorts. Jean bucks up into Armin's hand, groaning into his neck as he continues to press kisses to every bit of skin he can.

"Oh fuck Jean!" Armin moans.

"Shall we... take this... to... my bedroom?" Jean asks, punctuating his request with hot, open mouthed kisses.

"Oh god yes!" Armin cries, bucking against Jean, desperate for some friction between their cocks.

Jean tightens his hold on Armin and is about to pick him up with they both suddenly hear the front door open.

"Hey Jeanbo!" Connie calls out.

"Ah fuck!" Jean groans, dropping his head onto Armin's shoulder. Why the hell didn't I lock the door?

"Jean!" Connie calls again as he comes into the living room. His grin is already splitting his face and it gets even wider as he sees Armin. "G'day Armin, what are you doing here?"

Armin looks at Jean, who looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car, and looks back to Connie. From the position that he and Jean are in it should be really obvious what he's doing here as Jean's hand is still down the back of his shorts. However Connie doesn't seem like the sharpest tool in the shed and hasn't seemed to noticed so he can probably just lie his way out of this without ending up arousing suspicion.

"'angin' out," he offers and Connie seems to accept this without question.

"Well as you're both here do you wanna come down to the beach?" he asks. "The girls are out and Sasha's looking spunk! I was thinking of getting a barbie going."

"Do you wanna?" Jean asks.

"I mean we could," Armin replies. "Already been interrupted."

"True," Jean sighs. Thankfully the appearance of Connie has killed any kind of erection he had and he can stand up without looking odd. "Yeah we'll come."

"Bonzer!" Connie whoops. "Let's go then."

"Okay," Jean says, extracting his hand from Armin's boxers and helping him to straighten his clothes.

"By the way what were you guys doing when I got here? Hope I wasn't interrupting anything," Connie says as Jean grabs his keys. Both he and Armin look at each other, neither sure what to say in response to that.

"Um..."