Didn't realise until just know that this was a day early, oh well :D hope you all enjoy it

It barely takes any time at all for them to get back to Jean's house but every second that their hands and lips aren't on one another's feels like an eternity. Both of them are itching to be at Jean's, in his bedroom and without clothes. It's been so long now that the both of them are filled with anticipation and Jean really hopes that he doesn't fuck it up and disappoint Armin after all this waiting.

He's not the only one either; Armin finds himself worrying about the same thing. The butterflies are taking over, giving way to doubt and the worry is taking over. What if they've both been waiting too long, thinking about it too much, wanting it too much? What if in the end it comes down to it and it's a complete failure?

Then Jean looks over at Armin as he turns off the engine and Armin smiles back at him, melting away all his doubt. He loves Armin and Armin loves him so there's nothing to say that this is going to be a let-down.

"So are you gonna take me inside then or what?" Armin asks as Jean continues to stare at him.

"Yeah," Jean says. "Sorry, I just wanted to look at you for a little longer."

"You can look at me upstairs all you like," Armin smirks. He leans in and presses a kiss to Jean's lips. "I might even be naked if you want."

"Now that sounds like an idea I can get behind," Jean grins, running his fingers through Armin's hair.

"Pun intended?" Armin asks.

"I want to show you something first," Jean says.

"Right," Armin says, elongating the word as he studies Jean through narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"It's a good something I promise," Jean says. "Close your eyes and trust me."

"Well that's terrifyin'," Armin says but does as he's told all the same. "Wanna tell me what is all this about?" he asks as Jean helps him out of the car and leads him inside the house, covering his eyes with his warm hands.

"You'll see," Jean says.

"Can't you just tell me?" Armin asks.

"Okay, open them," Jean tells him and removes his hands.

Armin opens his eyes and finds himself staring at the kitchen. "What am I supposed to be lookin' at?"

Jean laughs. "Look up."

Armin does as he's told and then it hits him exactly what he's supposed to be looking at. "You got rid of the spider!"

"Took some doing and it was an eventful afternoon but, yes, I got rid of the spider," Jean says.

"What you mean by eventful?"

"Do you really wanna know?" Jean asks.

"Is it gross?" Armin asks.

"Kinda."

"Then no thanks," Armin chuckles.

"Fine by me," Jean says privately thinking that he would rather not relive the sudden spider birth that happened on his kitchen floor.

"You're amazin'," Armin says turning to face him and kissing him. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jean says. "Now I can take you upstairs."

"Please."

Without another word Jean picks Armin up, catching his arm under the back of his knees and princess carries him up the stairs to his bedroom. Both of them giggling like love sick idiots until Jean pushes the door open and carries Armin inside, over to the huge window that overlooks the beach. The moon is glinting off the water and Armin spends a moment just staring at it in awestruck wonder.

"Wow!"

"Nice, isn't it?"

"God, I can only imagine what this looks like in the daylight," Armin says.

"It's even better in a lightning storm," Jean says. "I bought this place for the view. As soon as I saw it I just fell in love with it. Kind of like you," he adds after a pause, kissing the tip of Armin's nose.

Armin laughs softly and kisses his cheek in return. "You finally got me in your bedroom and you're lookin' at the view?"

"I'm looking at a view," Jean replies, his gaze fixed on Armin's.

"Then take me to bed and fuck me like you know you been wantin' to all this time," Armin says.

"With pleasure."

Jean carries Armin over to his bed and lays him down, his lips instantly finding his. It's taken this long for them to finally get to it and a part of Jean wants to savour every moment slowly but before he realises what's happening both his shirt and Armin's are on the floor and he's moaning into Armin's mouth with the skin on skin contact. His hands are wandering everywhere, exploring every single curve and contour of Armin's body while Armin's hands run up and down the length of his back.

"God Jean," Armin groans as he bucks his hips up and Jean can feel his cock straining against his jeans, begging for attention. "Jean, please..."

"Please what?" he asks. He's pretty sure that he knows what's about to come out of Armin's mouth but his brain isn't computing.

"Lemme suck your cock," Armin pants sitting up, his hands flying down to the buttons on Jean's jeans.

"Holy shit yes!" He had not been expecting that and there is no laughter this time. This time all he can do is stare at Armin, wide eyed, as he pushes Jean back so that he's lying against the pillows and straddles his hips. He swallows as Armin presses kisses down his stomach as his fingers work open his jeans.

Once open Jean struggles out of both of them and his boxers. He can feel his cheeks heating up as Armin's eyes rake over his entire body, fixing for longer on his erection. His gaze flicks up to Armin's face and sees him swallow and lick his lips as he looks at Jean's cock, hunger blazing in his eyes.

"You okay?" Jean asks when the silence has stretched on for a little too long.

"Y... yeah," Armin stammers.

"You sure?"

Armin shakes himself out of his stupor. "Yeah," he smiles. "Sorry... I just been thinkin' about seein' you naked for so long now, actually gettin' the chance to do it... just needed to take a moment."

Jean reaches over and pulls Armin into another kiss. "Can I see you?" he asks.

"Okay," Armin grins and gets off the bed. With a cheeky smirk he slowly strips out of his jeans, putting on a show. Jean's cock is in his hand, slowly stroking it as he watches Armin rid himself off his boxers and turns to face Jean again.

"My god you're stunning!" Jean groans.

"You got lube?" Armin asks.

"Y... yeah." Jean can't believe his luck as he scrambles to find the lube and a condom from the top draw of his bedside table. After all the waiting he's finally going to be able to feel Armin writhing beneath him.

"Good."

He takes the lube from Jean and, looking directly into his eyes, squirts some of it onto his hand. He coats his fingers in it and licks his lips before positioning himself between Jean's legs. He takes hold of Jean's cock and without any further ado takes it right to the back of his throat. Jean's eyes widen as he watches Armin begin to bob up and down on his cock as his other hand goes to his backside.

The moan that reverberates down the length of Jean's cock is glorious and Jean assumes that he's started fingering himself open. On the one hand he would have liked to be the one to take Armin apart with his fingers but he'll quite happily have Armin do it if it means he gets to feel every tiny moan going up the length of his cock.

"Oh god!" he groans, letting his head fall back against the pillows as he winds his fingers in Armin's hair. "Oh my god Armin, you're amazing. Please don't stop."

It seems that Armin has no intention of stopping because Jean's words seem to spur him on. He begins to bob his head faster and when Jean manages to crack his eyes open Armin's hand seems to have sped up. Jean can feel the coil in his gut tightening and he knows that if he doesn't stop Armin soon then he's going to end things too quickly and he really doesn't want that. He tightens his grip and gives Armin's hair a gentle tug. Armin pulls off with the lewdest sound ever and Jean gets himself twitching mere inches from Armin's face.

"You okay?" Armin asks looking the picture of innocence.

"Y... yeah," Jean gasps. "Want you."

Armin thrusts his fingers in deep and lets out a low groan. "Well I'm ready if you are."

"Fuck yes!" Jean grabs the condom, hastily rips it open and slips it onto himself. As he grabs more lube and coats his cock in it Armin lies down on the mattress and spreads his legs, looking up at Jean with heavy lidded eyes. Jean has never seen anything so perfect before and he still has trouble believing that he's lucky enough to call Armin his boyfriend.

He runs a hand up Armin's thigh as he positions himself between his legs. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Armin smiles as he runs his hand up Jean's bicep to rest on his shoulder. "You're shaking."

"Sorry, just nervous."

"Don't be," Armin tells him. "It's just me."

He's right. It is just the two of them. Jean leans down and presses his lips to Armin's as he slowly slips inside him. Armin's hands clutch at his shoulders and he moans into Jean's mouth. He's so warm and so tight that Jean feels as if he's being strangled and it's fucking amazing. He inches in slowly until he's pressed right up against the back of Armin's thighs.

"Jean..." Armin cries, clutching him tighter, "move!"

Jean really doesn't need to be told twice. He begins to thrust into Armin, linking their finger together and squeezing his hands as he speeds up his thrusts to set a furious pace.

"Oh my god Armin!" he groans as he feels Armin tightening around him. "You feel so fucking good."

"Jean, fuck!" Armin all but screams as Jean shifts the angle of his thrusts and hits Armin's prostate dead on.

The sounds coming from Armin's lips spur him on and Jean begins to ram harder and faster into him making sure to hit his prostate with each thrust. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge so he supports himself on one hand and reaches down to pump Armin's cock with his other hand. If he can just make Armin cum first then he'll be happy.

It doesn't take very long before Armin is gasping in his ear. "Jean, I'm cumming!" His entire body goes taught and he tightens around Jean's cock like a vice as he reaches his peak and paints his chest in white.

The sensation around Jean's cock is amazing and it only takes him a few more thrusts before he reaches his own end and cums. He continues to thrust as Armin presses kisses to every bit of skin he can reach, allowing the both of them to ride out the pleasure before Armin's lips find Jean's and they kiss deeply.

"I love you," Armin says when he pulls back.

"I love you too."