Well it wouldn't be one of my SNK fics if there wasn't a little bit of Eren and Levi in it haha hope you enjoy
Strangely enough it's incredibly difficult for Jean and Armin to get any time alone with each other (probably has something to do with the fact that Connie can't keep his big mouth shut and told everyone about what he had walked in on). Whether by fate, chance or just their friends being colossal shit-heels, every time they try to spend some time alone with each other they keep getting interrupted. People keep walking in on them, Jean has to go to work, or the phone rings, something always happens to keep them from doing anything more than just kissing. It's annoying because both of them really really want to be able to do more. There's a need, a burning desire budding under the skin that both Jean and Armin are desperate to satisfy and only the other can help them do that properly.
So when Jean gets a text from Armin saying that Ymir and Krista have gone out for the evening, leaving him all alone, he practically runs over to the house in the hopes to find Armin completely his for an uninterrupted evening. An entire night with him, completely alone, means he can finally enjoy spending some quality time with his boyfriend.
As soon as he knocks on the door it's yanked open and Armin launches himself at him, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him. Jean kisses back with equal force, pulling Armin close and twisting the fingers of one hand into his hair to deepen the kiss. A soft moan sounds from the back of Armin's throat that turns into a whimper of protests as Jean pulls away for breath.
"Hi beautiful," he pants grinning.
"Hey yourself," Armin says returning his grin.
"That was a very nice greeting," Jean observes.
"Been waitin' for this," Armin says.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah," Armin replies with a coy smile, "it's been way too long since we 'ad some time alone."
"Isn't it just."
"Come on in," Armin says taking Jean's hand, "before I try to jump you on the porch."
"Alright," Jean grins, his heart already hammering at the prospect of having Armin this desperate for him. He allows himself to be dragged inside and shoved against the sofa where Armin straddles his hips and begins kissing him furiously again.
"Oh my god Armin," Jean groans.
"Yeah?" Armin chuckles, taking Jean's earlobe in his teeth and gives it a playful bite.
"You're so gorgeous!"
"So are you," Armin says.
Jean lets his head fall back against the top of the sofa with a soft thunk and allows himself to be swept up in the pleasure. All he can think about is the feeling of Armin's lips against his, the way Armin moves in his lap... the sound of the weirdest music ever coming from the speakers of Armin's laptop.
"What the fuck is this?" Jean asks, laughing.
Armin pulls away with a raised eyebrow. "Well it was goin' to be a blowjob but then you started talkin'."
"No not that," Jean laughs. "The music! What the fuck is a combine harvester?"
"It's kinda like a tractor and that's The Wurzles," Armin says.
"The what?"
"The Wurzles."
"That still doesn't explain much," Jean says.
"It's music, you know, from where I'm from," Armin says.
"If you say that's music."
"I didn't say it were 'igh brow music I just said it were from where I'm from," Armin says as he leans backwards to turn it off.
"What the fuck even is your country?" Jean asks.
"Jason Donovan," Armin counters.
"Do not mock the Donovan," Jean says.
"Besides it's not like I'm super into it or anythin' I just like listenin' to it every now and again and thinkin' about 'ome," Armin shrugs.
Jean brushes a lock of blond behind Armin's ear and kisses the tip of his nose. "You're just a big ol' softie at heart, ain't ya?"
"Oh shut up and kiss me," Armin says before leaning down again and pressing his lips to Jean's.
Jean wastes no time in sinking his fingers into Armin's hair, deepening the kiss. He didn't come here to be distracted by music, he came to be distracted by the softness of Armin's lips, his playful fingers and the way his body feels pressed up against his in a way that allows Jean to feel every curve and contour of his beautiful frame. He can feel Armin's cock beginning to stir in his shorts and he bucks his hips up to put some friction between them and Armin pulls away with a loud moan.
"Jesus, fuck! Jean!"
"God Armin, I need you," Jean groans into the crook of Armin's neck as he presses kisses to every bit of smooth skin he possibly can. "I need you so badly."
"Then 'urry yup and take your shirt off," Armin says, his hands tugging instantly at the hem of Jean's t-shirt.
Jean lets go of Armin briefly and allows his shirt to be pulled up and off where it is thrown to the floor. He wastes no more time ridding Armin of his own t-shirt, throwing it down with his own. His hands are back in Armin's hair, pulling him in for another heated kiss and pressing their bodies right up against one another. The skin on skin contact has him moaning into Armin's mouth as he slips his tongue passed kiss swollen lips.
Armin is bucking against his hips, grinding against him and making Jean so hard. His hands are grabbing at Armin's backside, pulling him and guiding his thrusts as he meets each and every one of them. He desperately needs the final barrier of their clothes gone so he reluctantly lets go of Armin's backside and reaches down to begin undoing the buttons on his shorts.
"Oh god Jean," Armin groans, unable to stop himself from wantonly rutting against Jean's lap.
"Armin!"
Jean is just about to plunge his hand into Armin's boxers to grab his cock when the sudden sound of the Skype ringtone fills the room. Both of them stop for a second and look at each other. It's ironic really, that Jean is getting interrupted by someone probably not even on the same continent. Armin looks over his shoulder at the computer but Jean takes hold of his chin and turns his face so that he can kiss his lips once more.
"Ignore it," he begs.
"It's someone from 'ome, no one else is likely to be Skypin' me," Armin says.
"Fine," Jean groans, reluctantly letting go of Armin so that he can lean over and look properly at the computer screen. Jean wants nothing more than to pull Armin back to him but he controls the urge. He doesn't want to be that guy and it's clear that Armin is just as frustrated about this as he is.
"It's Eren," Armin says.
"From back home?" Jean asks although of course he means from back home, what a stupid question.
"Yeah, I gotta answer it," Armin says. "'e always tells me when 'e's goin' to call so it must be somethin' important for 'im to be callin' out the blue like this."
"Put your shirt on first," Jean says leaning forward to grab their fallen clothes as Armin goes to answer the call.
"What?" Armin asks turning to Jean getting a face full of t-shirt. "Right, well you put yours on too or 'e'll ask question."
"Wait I don't need to be..." Jean begins but before he can finish that thought Armin has hit answer.
"Eren, everythin' alright?" Armin asks, hastily pulling his t-shirt back on."
"Armin," a thick accented voice sobs. "You there?"
"Eren what's wrong?" Armin asks.
"I just," Eren hiccups. "I'm sorry but I just got the parcel you sent and I missed you so fuckin' much."
"Oh you silly sod," Armin laughs. "I thought it were somethin' important."
"It is important!" Eren cries. "You're all the way over there and I'm not."
"I'm comin' back 'ome for Christmas," Armin says.
"But that's ages away!"
"It'll be no time," Armin assures him. "Anyway 'ow's Mikasa?"
Eren rolls his eyes. "She's got this tight t-shirt wearin' American boyfriend called Bryce who wears an 'onest to god cowboy 'at."
"Oh yeah?"
"'e's a knob," Eren says.
"You just don't like 'im cause 'e's datin' 'er," Armin says.
"I thought you said she was his sister," Jean mutters, leaning close to Armin's ear.
"She is," he replies.
"Who you talkin' to?" Eren asks.
"Jean," Armin replies.
"Who?"
"You know I told you I started seein' someone," Armin says and pulls Jean into shot so that he can be seen by the green eyed man on the screen. "'e came over to keep my company cause me cousin and 'er girlfriend are out tonight."
"G'day," Jean says, waving awkwardly and thanking his lucky stars that he managed to put his shirt back on in time.
"You datin' a criminal for?" Eren asks.
"Don't be 'orrible, not all Australians are criminals," Armin chides.
"He is right though," Jean says. "Far enough back my dad's side were arsonists and my mum's side were murderers."
Armin stares at him for a second. "Should I be worried?"
"Nah you're fine," Jean says and presses a quick kiss to Armin's forehead.
"As long as 'e treat you right otherwise I'll 'ave to come over there and beat 'im up," Eren says.
"You really goin' to fly 'alf way round the world just to beat 'im up?" Armin asks incredulously.
"Course I would," Eren says.
Armin rolls his eyes and is about to say something else when a man with a dark undercut appears on screen. If Jean had thought Armin was hard to understand what came out of this man's mouth was completely unintelligible.
"'Right Levi," Armin says.
The man, Levi, speaks again and Jean assumes that they are words but he can't be sure, the accent is so thick.
"Oh this is Jean, my new fella," Armin says in response and Jean waves awkwardly again, trying not to marvel at the fact that Armin can understand him.
"G'day."
Levi studies Jean for a moment before saying something and laughing to himself. Jean doesn't catch a word of it.
"What did he say?" he asks Armin.
"'e says you looks like 'is favourite 'orse," Armin grins.
"Thanks..." Jean says. He's not sure if that's a compliment or not but he'll take it as one for now.
"Anyway en't you got work?" Armin asks.
"Oh yeah," Eren says as if it's only just occurred to him. "Can I call you again later when I get 'ome."
"Message me first, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Bye Levi," Armin says and gets something mumbled in return. The screen goes dark as the call is ended and Armin turns round to face Jean. "Sorry 'bout that, I didn't think it were just goin' to be 'im cryin' about 'ow much 'e misses me."
"It's alright," Jean says pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Who was the bloke with him?"
"Oh that were Levi, 'is fella," Armin replies. "Wants to get in the Guinness Book o' Records for 'aving the fastest tractor in the world."
"Why though?"
Armin shrugs. "Overcompensating cause e's five foot three and 'e's only got one ball."
"What?"
"You 'eard me," Armin replies. "Guess Eren lives with 'im all the time now."
"Thought he lived with his mum and his siter," Jean says.
"Guess not anymore."
"Are they as weird as he is?" Jean asks after a pause.
"Who?"
"The mum and the sister."
"Same person."
"What?"
"I'm kiddin'," Armin laughs.
"Thank god," Jean says placing a hand over his heart.
"Or am I?" Armin teases as he closes Skype.
"I hope so," Jean grins before looking at Armin's background. It's an old, grainy photo, obviously scanned onto the computer, of a blond child of no more than four, naked, covered in mud and sitting on the back of a huge pig, grinning like a maniac. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," Armin smiles. "I loved that pig. I were gutted when 'e died but then we 'ad bacon for like three months and I got over it."
"I'd like to see where you're from," Jean says, running his fingers through Armin's hair.
Armin shrugs. "Come with me, if you like."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah come to Cornwall," Armin smiles. "I'll take you out scrumpin'."
"That sounds dirty," Jean sniggers.
"You 'ave no idea," Armin grins.
"You going to tell me what it is?"
"I think its funnier if you don't know," Armin replies, "'specally if the rozzers show up."
"The what?"
"The police."
Jean chuckles. "And you say I'm a criminal."