Here's a nice start to the week, hope you enjoy it :D

Jean has no idea how this happened. He keeps going over the whole thing again and again in his head and he still has absolutely no idea how having Armin come over to his so they can stick on a movie and not watch it turned into everyone else arriving at his house to hang out before he's had the chance to even kiss Armin. There was no invitation, no 'hey let's all get together for the night'. At no point did those words come out of his mouth or Armin's and it sort of just happened so he can't even pinpoint the blame on one person (although he's going to blame Ymir – when in doubt always blame Ymir, it's usually her fault).

He can hear Connie's voice from the living room and a vein begins throbbing in his temple. This was not supposed to happen. This was so far beyond what was supposed to happen tonight. Even Armin is as annoyed as he is. Normally when they all hang out Armin's very talkative but tonight, ever since the others turned up, he's been uncharacteristically quiet. It almost makes Jean want to try and get rid of Larry the spider just to have everyone else run away as Jean took him outside. Although Armin would probably be included in that everyone. He joins Jean in the kitchen, clearly as sick of everyone else as he is if he's willing to be in the same room as the spider for longer than thirty seconds.

"I 'ave no idea how this 'appened," Armin says as he wraps his arms around Jean's waist and buries his head into his chest. "I was really lookin' forward to spendin' the night alone with you."

"I was too," Jean says tilting Armin's face up so he can look at him. Since moving to Melbourne he's become a bit more sun kissed and the new glow to his skin makes his eyes and hair stand out even more. He's so beautiful that Jean can't bring himself to look away.

"You think we'll ever get some time alone together?" Armin asks leaning in and pressing himself up against Jean's chest so he can feel every muscle. It's clear what Armin is implying with that and it makes Jean's heat skip.

"I... I hope so," Jean stammers. Holy shit, he's so close...

"I mean," Aarmin says teasing his bottom lip with his teeth, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "we're alone now."

"So we are," Jean says with a smirk as he catches on. "We won't be for long though."

"So stop wastin' time and kiss me."

Jean doesn't need to be told twice. He runs his fingers through Armin's hair and leans down to kiss him. Armin's hands immediately come up to tangle in Jean's hair to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. The hand not in Armin's hair comes to rest on the small of his back, keeping their bodies pressed together. Jean loves the feeling of having Armin pressed against him and it's so good to hear the soft whimpers from the back of Armin's throat that he completely forgets the rest of the world.

That is until "Oh my god, they're getting it on in the kitchen!" Sasha yells.

"Fuck!" Jean groans as he pulls away from Armin's lips. He could kill Sasha, along with the rest of them.

Before either he orArmin can get a handle on the situation practically everyone has run into the kitchen to see the two of them locked in each other's embrace, too stunned to move. Once again Jean finds himself wondering how the fuck this even happened as everyone stares at them like they're exhibitions in an art gallery.

"What's going on in here then?" Ymir asks, a shit eating grin on her face. She knows exactly what's going on (partially thanks to Sasha yelling but mostly because the position they're in doesn't exactly say innocent, not with Jean's hand down the back of Armin's shorts).

"They were getting it on," Sasha giggles again.

"I will end you," Jean tells her.

"What?" Krista growls, glaring at Jean. It's not a sight he's used to seeing on her and it's a little unnerving.

"Oh come on!" Armin cries. "It's not as if we've only been seein' each other for a day!"

"Not the point," Krista says.

"Very much the point," Armin replies.

"Can't believe you were just going to go at it," Connie laughs, shaking his head.

"Well that was the original plan for the evening," Armin says, "but then you all showed up."

"Say what?" Krista's voice drops dangerously.

"You know what, I've had enough of this," Jean says. He turns to Armin. "Do you wanna go to dinner with me tomorrow. No one else, just me and you?"

"Yeah," Armin replies smiling.

"And you lot," Jean says turning to the rest of them, "can fuck off for the evening."

Krista opens her mouth to protest but before she can say anything Marco jumps in. "Yeah, come on guys, we should let them have an evening to themselves."

"Thank you Marco," Armin says.

"Now shall we all get out of my kitchen and go watch this film?" Jean offers. "Or is someone going to help me get rid of my other unwanted guest?"

A series of mumbles and mutters fill the air as the others all trudge out of the kitchen and back to the living room. As soon as they're alone again Armin grabs the collar of Jean's shirt and pulls him down into a heated kiss. Jean is immediately swept away by the taste of Armin and he kisses him back just as fiercely, wrapping an arm around Armin's waist to pull him close.

"Thank you," Armin says.

"What for?"

"For being you," Armin smiles. He takes Jean's hand, tangling their fingers together and leading him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Jean smiles to himself as he follows, already dreaming about the following night.

The next evening when Jean arrives at Krista and Ymir'ss house Armin is the one who answers the door. He looks absolutely stunning, the early evening sun shining off his hair and making it glow. Jean's heart almost stops and he feels his breath still in his throat. It only gets worse when Armin smiles.

"'right?"

"H... hey," Jean croaks, his voice sticking in his throat.

"Shall we go?" Armin asks.

"Yeah," Jean replies. "Krista not around?"

"She's upstairs with Ymir," Armin grins.

"What? No third degree interrogation?" Jean chuckles.

"Not tonight."

"Wow."

"Guess your outburst last night was actually taken to 'eart," Armin says.

"Let's go before they change their mind," Jean says.

"Yes please."

Dinner is an easy affair; conversation flows and it's nice to know that, for once, they're not going to be interrupted. Jean can't take his eyes off Armin, he looks so beautiful and so angelic that he's worried if he looks away then the illusion will be shattered and they'll be disturbed by Connie or Sasha or any of the rest of their friends.

But they aren't. The only person to pop up in their little bubble is the waitress when she brings their food. All throughout their meal there is a tense excitement hanging in their air between them. Neither of them says anything but they both know what is going to happen once they leave the restaurant. It's on Jean's mind and he knows it's on Armin's too as he feels Armin's ankle rubbing against his calf under the table.

Once they leave the restaurant it's still relatively light so Jean drives out to some cliffs along the coastline. The sun is just beginning to set as he parks up, wraps his arm around Armin's shoulder and pulls him close. He presses a kiss to his forehead as they look to the horizon and watch the sun begin to set.

Armin sighs, content. "This is nice."

"It is, isn't it?" Jean agrees.

"Thank you," Armin says.

"For what?"

"For everything," Armin replies. "For tonight, you getting everyone to leave us alone for the evening and for jut deciding that you wanted to take a chance on me when you could probably have your pick of people."

"It should be me who's thanking you," Jean says.

"Why?"

Jean turns to face him, brushing a lock of his hair behind his ear. "Because you, Armin Arert, are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I thank every day that I have you in my life, I love you." It's out of his mouth before he really has the chance to think about it but he realises that he doesn't regret it.

"What?" Armin asks, staring at him with wide eyes, unable to believe that Jean actually said that.

Jean smiles and leans in to kiss his lips softly. "I said I'm in love you and I have been for some time."

A smile spreads over Armin's lips. "I love you too."

"Sorry it took me so long to tell you," Jean says.

"Well it's not like we've 'ad a lot of privacy," Armin laughs.

"True."

"But..." Armin smirks, looking around for a second before fixing his burning gaze on Jean, "we're alone now."

"That we are," Jean says and leans in close so that he can press his lips to Armin's.

It's a sweet kiss that turns heated very quickly as Armin parts his lips so that Jean's tongue can flick over his. A soft, encouraging whimper sounding from the back of Armin's throat allows Jean's hands to wonder down over Armin's chest and up the inside of his thigh. The whimpers becomes moans and before Jean knows what's happening Armin is trying to pull his t-shirt up and off.

"Shall we take this to the back seat?" Armin asks.

"We can," Jean relies between kisses. "I did hope that it would be somewhere more romantic than the back seat of my car."

"You wanna take the chance that we won't be interrupted at yours?" Armin chuckles.

"True but I think my diva strop might have put a stop to that," Jean laughs.

"Good point."

"So why don't we head back to mind and then we can really have some fun," Jean suggests, grinning.

Armin hums in approval. "Please, but kiss me once more first," he says and pulls Jean in close again.

"That I can do," he says, slipping a hand around the back of Armin's head.

The second before their lips touch both of them hear a sound from outside the car, the sound of a twig snapping and they jump away from each other.

"What were that?!" Armin asks.

"Probably nothing," Jean replies. "Just a bird or something."

"Yeah but what if it were a dingo?" Armin asks, casting his eyes around outside in the dying light.

"Highly unlikely, this is an urban area," Jean chuckles.

"Yeah but..."

Jean pulls him into a kiss, cutting him off. "Don't worry so much, you're fine."

"You sure?"

"Trust me. As long as I'm here, you'll be fine."

Armin leans in and steals himself another kiss. "Take me back to yours then."

"Gladly."