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When Jean fled the group after his violent eruption, Armin was the only one to run after him. Maybe the others assumed he wanted some alone time. Or, no one thought they would be up to comfort him. Armin had been overtaken by pain, both hearing the demise of his old friend and the pain Jean expressed as he beat Reiner senselessly. He nearly empathized with Jean for his act. Now his heart called out to him, wanting nothing more than to hold Jean close and be his shoulder to cry on. But damn, how did he run that fast?
“Jean!”
He had found him. He hugged his knees, sitting on the edge of a small creek. Armin fell to his knees next to him, panting heavily. He wiped the sweat from his brow, wondering how he had made it so far away in such a short period. But as he caught his breath, he decided it didn’t matter. He looked up at Jean. Tears pooled at the corners of his eyes, falling down his cheek silently. He made no noise and did not attempt to acknowledge Armin’s presence.
Armin felt the pang of heartache anew when he saw him. He tried to find the right words, but his grief drowned out any clever thing he could say to patch Jean’s heart. He pulled his knees to his chest, mimicking Jean’s pose. He stared at him, wondering if he would speak first. Wondering if he should have just left him alone.
“I shouldn’t have done that. But I don’t feel bad.” Jean finally stated, barely above a whisper. “It's just…The audacity he has to cry to me about Marco. I couldn’t listen to him anymore.”
Armin listened thoughtfully. Butterflies tickled his stomach as Jean spoke. His sense of justice, and even his hotheadedness, had always attracted Armin. But it wasn’t the moment for butterflies, so he swallowed them before he spoke. “I know. You don’t have to justify it to me.” Armin whispered.
Jean was silent for what felt like an eternity. “Marco and I were very close.” He mumbled.
“I know. You were the closest to him-”
“No! Armin.” Jean snapped, immediately covering his mouth. Armin noticed the blush that plagued his face. “Closer than that.”
Armin was dumbstruck. “Oh.” was all he could manage, his face heated up as he realized the weight of Jean’s words.
“Yeah.” Jean turned away, leaning back and touching the ground. “Bet that seems weird, huh? I know it’s not how a man is supposed to be, but-”
“It's not weird at all!” Armin declared, voice cracking as he spoke. He slapped his hand over his mouth. “I mean, I think those feelings are normal.” He muttered. Armin supposed he had similar doubts about himself. He had been interested in women too, but men drew his attention just as much. It would be strange to hold Jean to different standards. But…He also felt a relief wash over him.
Jean seemed to feel it too. He let out a long sigh. “Marco and I were that close. We didn’t do anything besides hold hands…and kiss once….” Jean trailed off, eyes lost in a memory Armin couldn’t see. Armin reached to touch his hand lightly. To Armin’s surprise, he didn’t flinch away. He intertwined his fingers with Armin’s. “It was a long time ago. We were fifteen. But I won’t forgive Reiner, regardless.”
Armin stayed silent. “Armin…” Jean turned to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into his arms. Armin’s eyes widened as Jean’s warmth enveloped him. He relaxed into the touch, comforted by the heat radiating from Jean's body. “This is the worst time to say this. But…it never is the right time to tell you either.”
“Huh?” Armin didn’t pull away, but his heart felt like it would jump right out of his throat.
“I…If we’re going to die soon, or if the world will change forever,” Jean swallowed hard, cupping Armin’s face. “I care about you, Armin. In a way, that… is more than friends.” He stammered, face turning bright red.
Armin thought he would vomit right there. “I…Feel the same, Jean.” His insides tied themselves into gnarled knots. The world moved in slow motion as Jean’s face moved closer to his, eyes closed as he went in for a kiss.
Their lips pressed together, igniting a white-hot fire that burnt through Armin. He melted into the gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around Jean. He clung tightly, never wanting to leave that moment. Forget about the rumbling, about Eren, about everything. This was the rest he craved in Jean's arms and lips.
After an eternity of gentle kisses, Jean finally pulled away for a breath. Armin beamed up at him. Jean looked away bashfully.
"That was my first kiss," Armin admitted. He cringed to think he had been 19 before his first one. He guessed it didn't much matter to wait if it was for that.
Jean frowned, looking down at the ground. He grabbed a rock, chucking it as far as he could. He snarled at nothing. "Great. I waited this long, and now the world is being trampled by that hothead idiot. I..." he shrunk as he finished. "I want some rest. I would prefer if I shared that with you... but unless this works, this will be the last time I spend with just you."
Armin felt his words like knives in his chest. A seed of hopelessness began to sprout as he tried to speak, finding he couldn't think of words. He wanted to tell Jean he loved him, maybe. But such words were the irrational hormones hijacking his head. Perhaps it didn't matter what he did if he screwed it all up. He should gamble, say and do what he wants despite the humiliation if it isn't received. Because for all he knew, he or Jean could be dead tomorrow.
He made a decision. He threw himself onto Jean with enough force to tumble them to the ground. Jean gasped. "Armin! What are you-" his words were stopped by Armin's lips once again, this time unafraid. Jean, frozen, didn't kiss back at first. But once the shock subsided, he pressed his lips in fervently. His arms snaked around Armin's waist, holding him close to Jean's body.
He cautiously opened his mouth, poking his tongue against Jean's lower lip. Jean opened it, licking around every surface he could reach. They pressed their tongues together with uncertainty, unsure if they were doing it right but not much caring. It felt good, after all.
Armin could feel the blood rush down to his pelvis, pants tightening around him gradually. He tried to pull away his hips in hopes Jean wouldn't discover it, but Jean pulled him closer. He could feel a hard bulge against his own as their groins rubbed each other.
"Armin..." Jean seemed like a desperate mess but simultaneously afraid. Or just nervous. Armin tilted his head, allowing Jean to grind against him cautiously.
"You can do that. I like it." He assured. He felt like he was slowly losing control of his actions and words. Like some Carnal being was overthrowing any higher logic.
"What if someone sees?" Jean bit his lip, looking in the direction of the camp.
"Jean, it doesn't matter." Armin grabbed Jean's wrists, slamming them down into the soft grass. "I don't care if we're both men. I don't care if someone sees." He shouted, volume slowly rising." I don't care about any of that! Okay? The world is being trampled, and we're the only people trying to stop it. I... I want a night with you. I don't care what we do. Just...please." Armin's voice slowly trailed into a desperate plea. "Love me right now. Okay? However you want."
Jean blinked, staring up at Armin. "Sorry. I shouldn't have shouted." Armin let go of Jean's wrists. "We can stay like this-"
"You're right," Jean stated. He grasped Armin to him, rolling on top of him. He intertwined each hand with each of Armin's, staring down with newfound passion. Armin quickly glanced down, seeing his erection was very much still alive. "I'll love you as much as I want. Until dawn, if you let me. Until the world ends, if I feel like it. If you're mine."
Armin trailed his fingers over Jean's face, stubble rough against his touch. He nodded. “Yeah...I’d like that.”
Jean leaned in, kissing Armin’s neck tenderly. Armin moaned softly, reaching up to undo Jean’s jacket. He helped Jean undress it, all too eager to see under his clothing. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen his chest before. But the context brought a whole new excitement to it.
Jean fumbled to undo his shirt buttons, Armin following suit with his own. The crisp air’s breeze stung Armin’s nipples. But he didn’t mind the temperature, tossing his cloak and top to the side. Jean didn't waste any time, running his hands all over every surface of Armin's body. He ran them on his chest, his stomach's strong muscles, and his hips' curves. "You're so beautiful..." Jean purred, kissing Armin's nipple tenderly. He wrapped his mouth around it, sucking the already hard nub. Armin gasped, grabbing onto Jean's hair tightly. Jean groaned softly in response, flicking his tongue more eagerly. He used one hand to play with the other, twisting it between his thumb and pointer finger. Armin pressed his hips up into Jean, whining as he tried to create friction for his throbbing erection.
He sat up, pushing Jean back. Jean allowed Armin to urge him to lie down, looking up with curious eyes. Armin's heart raced as he laid down on his stomach in front of Jean, face a whisper away from Jean's crotch. He hadn't ever tried this before, but feeling Jean's dick inside his mouth weakened his entire body. Jean’s gaze was unwavering as Armin unfastened his pants, pulling them down. He reached down the hem of his boxers, pulling out the throbbing erection.
“Can I put it in my mouth?” Armin purred up at Jean. His voice trembled as he spoke, the sentence taking all his confidence. Jean’s face flushed anew, swallowing hard as he nodded.
Armin looked down at Jean’s dick, mesmerized by every inch, vein, and grove. He pressed his tongue against it curiously, savoring the new taste and sensation. He licked around the tip of his cock, before taking it inside his mouth. Jean let out a gasp. He grabbed Armin’s hair to steady himself, his hips unintentionally bucking into Armin’s mouth. Armin gagged, nails digging into Jean’s thighs to keep himself steady. “Sorry…Sorry…” Jean panted.
Armin continued to suck Jean’s dick slowly, eyes stinging as he sped up. Jean stroked his hair fondly as he bobbed his head. Armin eagerly took his entire length, pausing for a moment to feel. Jean’s cock was in the back of his throat, face nestled in his crotch. The pubic hair brushed against his nose, the scent so powerful it made Armin feel as if he were to go feral. He pulled away, spit trailing between Armin’s mouth and Jean's wetted dick.
Jean blinked, unable to form words. “Armin…That felt so good,” he said bashfully. He kissed Armin tenderly and fervently at the same time. He helped Armin remove the rest of his clothes until both men were bare-skinned and exposed to the world. But more importantly, to each other’s hungry eyes and hands.
He pushed Armin’s legs apart as they made out, fingers running teasingly over Armin’s shaft. He slowly trailed them down, cupping Armin’s balls and massaging them for a terse moment. Jean briefly pulled away from Armin, spitting into his hand and slamming his lips back into Armin’s. He apprehensively pressed against Armin's hole. He rubbed the spit over his entrance, making Armin quiver in pleasure. He reflexively tightened as Jean began to press in a single finger. Armin let out a needy whine.
"Is this okay?" Jean asked, whispering into his ear. Armin nodded rapidly, letting out soft mewls of pleasure as Jean trusted his fingers in and out of Armin's tight ass. He kissed against the helix of his ear, nibbling softly. "Fuck, you sound so cute." He growled, pressing a second finger inside Armin. "I want to feel you around my dick. I want to feel you tighten around me like that." His voice was so sultry to Armin; his body turned into butter as Jean spoke sinful things to him. "I want to fill you with my cum so fucking bad."
Armin's fist tugged on Jean's hair, as the other hand left nail prints on Jean's back. "Please, yes. I want you inside me." He whimpered, cock throbbing as he imagined how it would feel to have Jean's hot cum inside him. How desperately he wanted Jean to ruin him, to slam his hips against his ass until Armin could hardly walk. He only wanted to feel Jean, smell him, and feel his warmth until the world around him faded. "Please make love to me..." Armin begged, chewing his lip.
"Fuck," Jean pulled out his fingers. He spat onto his hand, lubing his cock eagerly until it again glistened with spit. "I'll make love to you every day if this nightmare ever ends. I-" he stopped abruptly, pausing. His lips moved to form an L at first, but his words changed direction instantly. "I would like to put it inside, now. "
Armin nodded, reaching down and spreading himself for Jean. It was almost shameful, Armin thought, to present himself in such a manner. At this point, he was past any shame he might feel with Jean. He wanted him more than anything, and Jean wanted him. The way Jean looked at him, eyes filled with carnal desire balanced with tender adoration, reassured him as well.
Jean held his cockhead, slowly pressing it inside. He went painfully slow but let out a sigh of alleviation when he slipped quickly inside. Armin moaned, legs quivering at the new sensation that weakened his body. Jean grasped Armin's thighs, guiding his legs to rest on Jean's shoulders. Jean released a soft huff as he pressed the rest of his length into Armin. He stayed there for a moment, eyes closed and lips parted. Savoring the feeling of Armin's body all around him.
"You can move it," Armin said meekly. "It feels good."
Jean obeyed, gradually becoming more and more confident with each thrust. Armin let out choruses of quiet moans that loudened with each roll of Jean's hips. He was finally slamming into Armin with wet slaps and moans muffled by Armin's hand.
"Move them. I want to hear..." Jean purred, gently taking Armin's hand away from his face and holding it in his. "Moan for me. Ah, fuck, your noises are so perfect...."
"Jean!" Armin mewled, Squeezing his hand until his knuckles turned white. He used his free hand to stroke himself, feeling halfway to release. Jean's cock slamming into him, the wet slap of skin on skin, and Jean moaning softly as he railed into him was enough to get him that close. He had never been touched before, especially not like this. It overwhelmed every sense of his.
Knots filled his groin, legs, and stomach as he neared orgasm. And the way Jean's body tensed, how he picked up speed, and how Jean bit his lip with a concentrated look indicated to Armin he was close too.
"Fuck, Armin. You're so hot. I love how your body feels. " Jean sloppily pressed his lips against Armin's. He moaned into Jean's mouth as their tongues wrapped around each other. "Armin," he moaned, eyes intense as he made fierce eye contact. A drop of sweat slid off his forehead as he fucked Armin harder. "I'm gonna-fuck!"
He gasped as he hilted himself inside Armin. His eyes rolled back into his head as he bit his lip with soft moans of release. Armin could feel it twitch inside him, feeling a surge of fire in his body, imagining Jean's cum filling him up.
He jerked himself faster, body tensing around Jean's still throbbing member. Jean kissed Armin's neck, down to his chest and clavicle, leaving soft love bites. "I want you to cum for me, Armin. I want to see your cute face when you writhe in pleasure..."
The words sent Armin over the edge. He cried out Jean's name, squeezing his cock as warm cum spurted over his stomach. His mind and body went limp at once, feeling the euphoria of release.
Jean pulled out his now half-flaccid dick and lay beside Armin. They both panted heavily, trying to catch their breaths. Jean reached an arm around Armin to pull him on top of his body. Armin snuggled into the grip; face nuzzled into the crook of Jean's neck. He listened to his rapid heart rate while Jean played with Armin's hair. They didn't speak for a while, not needing to. It was perfect right there as Jean protectively clung to the smaller man.
Armin was the first to speak, heart fluttering nervously. "Thank you, Jean. I..." He hesitated. "Care about you." He again was urged to say he loved him, even though the hormones had run their course.
"I," Jean cleared his throat, looking away. His grip tightened around Armin. "I would never say this in any normal circumstances. But... both as my close friend and as...this, I love you. As you said, we might not live past tomorrow. I don't want to regret not telling you.
Armin looked up with large, sparkling eyes. His entire body felt like it was floating on clouds as Jean spoke. Jean looked down at him, slapping himself on the head and groaning. "Great, I ruined the moment."
"I love you too." Armin blurted. "As a comrade and... this. " he echoed Jean's words, feeling his own heart skip a beat as he said them.
Jean blushed furiously, hugging Armin to him tightly. He took a deep, shaky breath and exhaled evenly. "I don't want to go back yet. Stay here with me. "
Armin nodded, eyelids drooping as he felt a wave of exhaustion washing over him. "As you wish..."
***
"Should someone go after them?" Connie whispered to Mikasa, nervously tapping his fingers against the ground. "I swear I heard some animal in pain out there. Do you think they're in danger?"
Mikasa glanced up, then in the direction of where they had run off to. She thought of Armin's bashful look whenever he spoke of Jean, and imagining what they might have been up to brought an embarrassed blush to her face. It had not been a hurt animal in the distance.
"No. Leave them alone. They're fine. "