Bless 'em, Jean and Armin just can't catch a break, hope you enjoy :D
Being able to call Armin his boyfriend is like a strange and wonderful dream come true for Jean. He hasn't had anyone he would consider a boyfriend for a really long time and Armin is the sweetest, funniest person he could have ever asked to land into his life. He can't believe his luck when he thinks about Armin and the fact that he actually wants to be with Jean out of everyone he could have chosen just makes Jean's heart skip.
Jean knows he's smitten. He is totally smitten with every little thing about Armin the more he gets to know him. He even finds himself dreaming about being with Armin when he's at work. The thought of going home and being able to see Armin is more often than not when gets him through the day. They still haven't had the opportunity to be on their own and distraction free long enough to go more than just kissing and heavy petting but Jean is just happy that he gets to call Armin his. However there is a desire, an expectation under the skin for both of them showing that they want more.
Tonight is no different. Jean finishes work, dashes home for a quick shower, before he's off to Ymir and Krista's to see Armin. They're not going to be alone alone but just getting to see him after a long day is enough.
He knocks on the front door humming absently to himself and before he knows it Ymir is opening it. A huge grin spreads across her face when she sees him.
"G'day Jeanbo."
"G'day."
"You here to see Armin?"
"Well I sure as shit ain't here to see you," he replies, grinning cheekily.
Ymir throws her head back and laughs loudly. "Come on in," she says stepping aside to let him in.
"Thanks."
"So how's it all going with him?" Ymir asks as she closes the front door behind him.
"It's great," Jean says, immediately smiling.
"Strewth, look at you," Ymir cackles, "grinning like a love sick teenager! I haven't seen you smile like this in a long time so something must be going right."
"Well..." Jean blushes.
"No seriously," Ymir says, "I haven't seen you look this happy in so long I thought you'd forgotten how to smile. It's him, isn't it? Your blond bombshell?"
"Um..."
"Come on," Ymir presses giving his shoulder a playful punch. "You can't hide it from me, I know you too well."
"Yeah I wish you didn't," Jean says giving her a punch of his own in return.
"You're pretty when you're grumpy," Ymir sings.
"And you're a dill."
"It's so fun to tease you," she laughs, "especially when you're all loved up."
"Yeah yeah."
"Even people at work have noticed."
"I know," Jean groans but smiles all the same. "Ah! He's in my head and so is that fucking song!"
"What fucking song?" Ymir asks, brow furrowed.
"The one about the combine harvester."
"What in the seventh hell is a combine harvester?"
"Tractor."
"Alright then."
Just as Jean is about to try and make his escape Krista comes into the hallway. She smiles sweetly when she sees him. "G'day Jean, you here to see Armin?"
"Um yeah."
"He'll be down in a sec, he's just in the shower at the moment," Krista says. "Mind if I have a quick word beforehand."
"Um... sure," Jean says suddenly feeling like a naughty child who's about to be told off for something.
"Don't look so nervous," Krista laughs when she catches the look of terror on his face.
"Sorry," Jean says as he follows both her and Ymir into the living room. He's beginning to feel more and more uncomfortable by the second. He knows this is going to be a talk about Armin and he would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about what she's going to say. Krista takes a seat, as does Ymir while Jean stands awkwardly.
"Sit down," Krista says with a sweet smile.
"Okay." He perches on the edge of the sofa, just as awkwardly and ready to make a run for it if need be.
"So things are going well with you and Armin," she says.
Jean rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah."
"That's good." The way she and Ymir are sitting opposite him make it feel like some kind of intervention and that only serves to make him more uncomfortable but nothing prepares him for what she says next. "Have you had sex yet?"
"N... no," Jean splutters. Well that came out of nowhere and thankfully he can tell her the truth (although he has enough good sense not to add but not for lack of trying).
"And what are your intentions?" she asks.
"What?"
"Because Armin is a sweetie and I don't want to see him get hurt," she continues as if he hadn't spoken.
"What?"
"I know you're my friend but Armin's family and I don't want to think that you'd hurt him, she says.
"I have no intention of hurting him," Jean says hurriedly before she can continue.
"That's good," she smiles.
"I don't exactly have a long term plan and I've only been seeing him about a month or so but I want to make him as happy as I possibly can," Jean says. He hasn't exactly thought about any kind of long term goal before because he doesn't know how long Armin plans to hang around in Melbourne for but, while he's there, Jean plans to make him as happy as possibly.
"I'm so glad," Krista says smiling. "Like I said I didn't imagine that you'd do anything like that but I just wanted to check because he is my family after all."
"Of course."
"Are you finished interrogatin' my boyfriend?" Armin's voice asks from the living room doorway. Jean turns to see him standing there, his hair still a little damp from the shower and looking so gorgeous that Jean can feel his ears heating up the longer he looks.
"I wasn't interrogating him," Krista giggles.
"Then why's 'e look so nervous?" Armin asks.
"I think that's just his face," Ymir teases.
"Sure," Armin says shaking his head. He grabs hold of Jean's hand and pulls him to his feet. "I'm gonna take 'im now before you put 'im off so see you later."
"Have fun," Ymir grins as Armin pulls Jean out of the room and up the stairs to his bedroom.
Jean follows obediently, allowing himself to be pulled along until they are inside Armin's room. He closes the door and pushes Jean up against it, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. Jean allows himself to be swept up in the pleasure of Armin's lips against his and the feeling of his lithe body in his arms.
"G'day," Jean says as they break apart for air.
"'right."
"That's not going to happen you know," Jean says, running his fingers through Armin's silky hair. "I'm not going to be put off."
"Good," Armin smiles.
"I've been waiting all day to be able to do this," Jean says, leaning down to capture Armin's lips again. Immediately Armin parts his lips and his tongue snakes out to flick over Jean's top lip. A low moan sounds from the back of Jean's throat and he can't stop his hands from wandering down Armin's back to grasp his backside, making Armin pull away and gasp softly.
"Oh god Jean, I want you!"
"Fuck me, I want you too," Jean hisses. He slips his hands into Armin's shorts and boxers, relishing how good Armin's smooth skin feel against his palms.
"Then take me."
Jean is about to pick Armin up and throw him down on his bed when he hears movement from outside and remembers that they aren't completely alone. He pulls away from Armin's lips again, panting heavily. "Should we be doing this?" he asks.
"What?"
"I mean Ymir and Krista are here..."
A smirk crosses Armin's face. "Well," he reaches up on his tiptoes to graze his teeth over Jean's earlobe, "we'll just 'ave to be quiet then, won't we?"
All the breath leaves Jean's lungs in a rush. "Okay..." He allows himself to be pulled off the door, dragged over to Armin's bed and thrown down onto the mattress. He stares up at Armin, his head bathed in a halo of the setting sun from outside, and he looks almost ethereal. How am I so fucking lucky?
Armin strips his shirt off in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor and Jean thanks his lucky stars that Armin wants him of all people. Armin leans down to press feather light kisses up his neck from his jaw to his ear. It is taking everything in Jean to remain calm but he's already painfully hard and just feeling Armin against him is amazing.
"Jean..."
"Yeah?"
"I wanna feel your cock in me," Armin whispers, his breath ghosting passed Jean's ear.
Whether it's nerves because it seems as if this is actually happening or whether it's those words said in that accent but it happens before he can stop himself. A snort of laughter sounds from his throat and Armin pulls back to fix him with one of the most unimpressed looks Jean has ever seen.
"Look I know my accent's not sexy but can you not laugh at me, it kinda kills the mood," Armin says.
"I'm so sorry," Jean says. He's blown it. He's fucking blown it and there might be no coming back from it.
"So you should be," Armin grumbles folding his arms over his chest and scowling.
"I'm so sorry," Jean says again, wrapping his arms around Armin and pulling him close to his chest. "You're just so cute."
"Great because 'cute' is what you want to 'ear when you're tryin' to 'ave sex with your boyfriend," Armin pouts.
"I'm sorry." Jean places a finger under Armin's chin and tilts his face upwards so that he can press a soft kiss to his lips, which Armin slowly melts into. "I'm just nervous and you're so gorgeous."
"Keep talkin'," Armin says, grinning and wrapping his arms around Jean's neck.
"I just wasn't expecting it," Jean says. "I'm not used to doing stuff like this."
"What?"
Jean shrugs. "Talking dirty and stuff."
"Try it," Armin says with a cheeky grin.
"What?"
"Give it a go."
"Okay..." Oh shit this is actually fucking happening! "If you don't behave I'm going to punish you."
"Ooh what you going to make me do?" Armin asks, grinning from ear to ear.
Fuck! I hadn't thoughts this far ahead! Just say anything, what's the worst that can happen? "Um... make you take out the bins?" That. That's the worst thing that can happen. Well done you fucking dill.
"Wow..." Armin says flatly. "That really gets my motor runnin', that do."
"I'm sorry that was weird," Jean says grimacing.
"Maybe this is somethin' you and I just don't do," Armin says with a kind smile.
"The dirty talk or sex because I can live without the dirty talk," Jean laughs.
"Well," Armin says, his fingers slipping under the hem of Jean's shirt to creep up over his abdominal muscles, "we can pick up where we left off if you like."
"Yes please," Jean says lacing his fingers in Armin's hair and pulling him in for another open mouthed kiss.
They waste no time being tentative; tongues collide and hands roam as Jean flips their positions so that Armin is underneath him. He begins kissing a trail down Armin's neck to his chest. Soft gasps are falling from Armin's lips and he's thrusting up ever so slightly and Jean can feel his cock stirring. He blows cool air over one of Armin's nipples, making him arch off the bed and sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stifle a moan.
Whoever it is who lets out a high pitched moan from next door is either not trying to cover their sounds or they aren't doing a very good job because the sound reverberates through the wall. Both Jean and Armin stop and look at each other.
"Was that...?" Jean asks, unable to actually say the words lest his head explodes.
Another moan sounds through the wall and Armin sniggers. "My cousin gettin' fucked by 'er girlfriend? Yeah probably."
"Knowing that we can hear them probably means that they can hear us," Jean says as more moans, groans and the sound of a bed creaking meet his ears.
"Probably," Armin laughs. "Also I don't know 'ow I feel about the idea of 'aving sex when I know my cousin's gettin' fucked in the other room."
"Makes sense."
"Maybe this is just somethin' you and I don't do," Armin says as Jean lies down on the mattress next to him. He runs his finger through Armin's hair again, relishing how soft it is, before pulling him into a long, slow kiss.
"We'll find some time when we're alone eventually," he assures him.
"'ope so."