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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Phone_Sex, Anal_Sex, Hand_Jobs, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 5 of We're_Growing_Up_Together
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-08 Words: 3558
****** Fourth Time's the Charm ******
by porcelainanimals
Summary
     In which Jean is sexually frustrated and Armin enjoys the situation
     way too much. All he wants is just a few moments alone. Is that too
     much to ask?
Notes
     Aka, the compilation of a bunch of Por's kinks. Oh boy, more porn.
     The more I write, the more explicit it gets. I'm sorry?
     Don't forget that you can find me at dates-at-the-zoo on tumblr!
     Don't like the porn? Want more porn? Let me know! As always, I'm open
     to any prompts!
     PS: I swear, not everything I write is porn.
Armin has the softest hair in the world, Jean thinks as he runs his fingers
through blond locks, grinning as the smaller boy makes a soft sound of
appreciation in his sleep, moving a little closer. He lets his hand run down
across a pale neck and thin waist, then leans down to press their lips
together.
"Mhmm, Jean?" Comes the mumbled reply as Armin finally cracks open one eye,
yawning sleepily. "S'too early. Later."
He closes his eyes again, burrowing further into the covers and Jean just
laughs as he tugs at them. "Don't be silly. It's nearly noon."
"So?"
"So, it's almost time for lunch."
With a reluctant groan, Armin lets go of the blankets and rolls over,
stretching luxuriously. He had stayed over at Jean's last night and the two of
them had been up late playing video games, trying their best to be quiet as his
parents slept in the room down the hall. He sighs as he sits up in bed, rubbing
at his eyes wearily. "How long have you been up?"
"Since 8," Jean quips as he kisses him again. "Good morning, sleepy."
"I don't understand you. We went to bed at 4."
Jean shrugs. It must be a genetic thing, Armin decides, as he works his fingers
into short hair. At least the good morning kisses are good and he moans softly
as Jean's lips find their way to his neck, sucking gently. His hands slide past
Jean's neck and shoulders to anchor themselves on his hips, teasing the hem of
his shirt upward so he can run his palms over his stomach, admiring his toned
body. "Why don't I look like that?" He asks, slightly out of breath.
"You're fine just like this," Jean mumbles against his skin, letting his own
hands wander and tease. He can feel himself getting harder already and he
shifts so that he can press their hips together, earning him an appreciative
moan from the blond. His fingers begin to tug at the waistband of Armin's
shorts, enjoying the way the other shivers against him and he seeks out his
mouth again, deepening the kiss. He slips his tongue into Armin's mouth just as
he pulls down his shorts, exposing skin to cool morning air when -
"Jean! Armin! Lunch is getting cold!"
With more strength than he knew he had, Armin pushes a very insistant brunette
away and yanks up his pants, blushing furiously. He shoots him an icy glare,
reaching for a sweatshirt because goodness knows how many marks Jean left on
his neck and pulling the zipper all the way up. "Why didn't you tell me your
parents were waiting for us?"
"Slipped my mind?" Jean laughs sheepishly, pecking the other's cheek as he
wills his morning wood away. "Come on, let's go."
---
To spite him for this morning, Armin grabs Jean's letterman jacket from the
coat rack as they leave the house, pulling it on quickly and buttoning it up.
It smells like him, he thinks, snuggling into it as he hears Jean's shout of "I
was going to wear that!" from inside and laughs. It's his pride and joy,
emblazoned in school colours with his last name embroidered on the back, and he
remembers the way Jean's eyes had sparkled when he first received it.
"You're going to be late!" He teases, leaning against the passenger door of
Jean's car as he waits for the brunette to quickly find a replacement, feeling
slightly triumphant. It's finally cold enough to justify wearing it, and since
they started dating in early spring, he hasn't had an opportunity yet. Locking
the front door behind him, Jean opens his mouth to argue, but he can't be
bothered. Armin looks really, really cute in his jacket, which is a few sizes
too big and hangs to mid-thigh. He just shakes his head, coughing a little to
hide his embarrassment. "Whatever."
They meet the rest of the group at the entrance of the movie theater and Jean
ignores Connie's catcalls when he sees Armin wearing his most prized
possession.
"Nice jacket, Armin," Sasha grins, shooting Jean a knowing look.
"Can it, Sasha. He stole it from me when we were leaving," he grumbles,
ignoring Armin's giggles as the blond leans against him, tangling their fingers
together. "Now he's going to get blond germs all over it."
"You don't seem to mind when I get blond germs all over you," Armin whispers as
the movie starts, and Jean is forced to sit through two hours of battling
robots with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants as Armin casually rests his
hand on his thigh.
---
The house is blissfully empty when they return, so he pushes Armin up against
the door, crushing their mouths together in a flurry of tongue and teeth. When
they finally part, gasping for breath, he leans their foreheads together and
closes his eyes as their noses bump.
"Are you trying to get me written up for public indecency?"
"Pervert," Armin breaths, laughing at the other's expression and pulling him
down for another kiss, this time gentle and slow. Jean's hands come up to cup
his cheeks, deepening it, and can't help smiling as he feels hands run up and
down his sides lazily. "Let's go upstairs?"
The look in his eyes is meaningful and Jean hopes he doesn't look too eager
when he grabs Armin's hand and marches them both upstairs, closing the door
behind them and locking it just in case. He pushes the blond onto the bed
gently, pausing as he savours the look of mussed blond locks against black and
red wool before climbing up and straddling his body. The kisses get more
frantic as hands begin to wander and Armin lets out a breathy moan as a hand
slips up his shirt. He arches up so their hips connect, desperate for friction
as Jean quickly removes his own shirt, throwing it into a corner carelessly,
blushing a little when Armin sighs appreciatively and licks his lips.
"I think you're the real pervert here," Jean growls as slim fingers brush over
his nipples, pressing just slightly. Armin always teases, with light touches
that leave him desperately craving more, and the feeling of rough wool against
his skin isn't one he knew he enjoyed. "You look good in that jacket though."
"Mhmm?" He peers up at him with bright blue eyes and an innocent expression as
he struggles with Jean's belt buckle, lifting his leg to press his thigh
against a growing bulge. With a frustrated sigh, he gives up and settles for
groping him through the denim instead. Jean gasps, leaning into the touch. "You
think so? Maybe I should wear it more often."
Armin finally succeeds in undoing his belt and is just about to push his pants
off when the rumble of the garage door indicates that his parents have returned
home.
"Are you kidding me?" Jean yelps, tugging his pants back on properly, jumping
off the bed in search of his shirt. "Is this a joke?"
"A bad one," the blond replies weakly, slumped over on the bed and willing his
erection to go away before Mrs. Kirstein enters the room to ask if they'd
prefer Italian or French for dinner.
---
It's a school night. They're working on a project that will comprise the
majority of their grade. His grandfather may return at any minute. It would not
be good for him to walk in on his grandson bent over on the kitchen table. Jean
wills himself not to stare at the exposed bit of flesh where Armin's shirt has
ridden up and swallows nervously.
"-present for five minutes, then go into the demo, I think," Armin muses,
nibbling on a pen cap, oblivious to his boyfriend's heated looks. "Did you want
to cover chapter 3 too? I think - Jean?!"
The brunette is behind him, licking a trail up his neck and he shivers, feeling
his eyes close. He squeaks as teeth clamp down on his earlobe, tugging gently.
"J-Jean... Not here. Not now."
"Just for a little bit," he begs, whispering in his ear, which he knows the
blond is weak to. It's been too long. Armin can feel his resolve slipping as
hands run down his front, pinching a nipple through his shirt, attacking all of
his weak points. He weakly gives in and leans back so they can kiss briefly
before he breaks it and spins around in his chair to face him. He looks up
quickly at the clock - 7:48 - and knows his grandfather will be back in exactly
12 minutes.
"We have to hurry," he hisses as Jean pulls him into a standing position, hands
already unbuttoning his pants. He finds himself pressed against the counter
with his pants pooled around his ankles, cold tile biting against heated skin,
and throws his head back as Jean rubs against him. "Y-yeah, right there..."
He quickly pushes down his boxers before undoing Jean's pants, impatient. The
taller of the two is sucking on his collarbone and he grinds their hips
together, desperate for friction. Jean knows just what to do, reaching down and
pumping with short, quick motions as Armin moans his name over and over again,
knees weak and shaky. He's close, so close, and he reaches down to help,
rubbing his palm over hard flesh. The clock strikes 8.
"Oh no," he breathes as he comes all over Jean's shirt. The brunette is still
hard but he pushes him off and pulls up his pants with panic in his eyes. Jean
stares at him, slightly dazed with his pants around his ankles. "Jean, no, he's
going to be home like, right now. Oh my god, that's his car!"
"I hate you," Jean hisses as he grabs his pants and flees into Armin's room for
a change of clothes.
---
Jean is frustrated. Very, very frustrated. He jerks himself off in the bathroom
before school but he can't help staring at Armin throughout the day. Eren yells
at him for being a lecherous creep and pegs him in the face with a ball during
practice, but he's too tired to fight back. Plus, he knows it's true. Connie
gives him a sympathetic look and hands him an ice pack. It's Thursday. Just one
more day until the weekend.
"I want to see you so bad," he groans into the phone as soon as Armin picks up
and he can hear the blond giggle.
"Miss me already? We just saw each other before practice."
"Shut up," Jean retorts, leaning back in his chair. "That was for like, five
minutes."
"Even if we did see each other, we'd probably be interrupted again," Armin
chortles and he seethes.
"At least you finished last time," he mutters. Bitter? Him? Of course not.
Armin is way too amused by the situation and he debates hanging up on him. "I
wanna hold you right now."
The laughter on the other end dies out and when Armin speaks up again, his
voice is soft and longing. "Yeah. Me too."
He can hear soft rustling and pictures Armin lying on his bed, clutching a
pillow as they talk. He's probably got an open book by his side and his reading
glasses on. It's late, so he's probably wearing pajamas. He wonders if he's
wearing the shirt he took from his house the other day, claiming it was more
comfortable than any of his own. He can feel the heat building up in between
his thighs.
"Armin," he sighs into the phone.
"Jean," the blond replies gently. "What are you thinking about right now?"
"You. Naked. In my bed."
Jean is nothing if not honest. Armin laughs again. "Really? And what am I
doing?"
Oh no. This is not happening. He lets out a whine as the bulge in his
sweatpants grows and wonders if Armin is feeling the same. "Touching me.
Teasing, as always."
He can hear Armin's voice getting breathy and he pushes his pants down so he
can palm himself through his boxers, moaning softly as his fingers wrap around
himself, squeezing experimentally. He imagines slimmer ones, paler ones. "Yeah?
Where do you want me to touch you?"
"Everywhere," he groans, eyes closed tightly. "And when I'm finally fed up, you
just laugh, then kiss me. Gods, I want to kiss you so bad right now. And I'd
push you down and tease you for revenge. I'd move down and lick you. Kiss you.
Your legs, your thighs. Everywhere but where you want it."
Armin lets out a needy moan on the other side and Jean's grip tightens briefly
before he removes his boxers. He runs a hand up the shaft lazily, shuddering as
his nails grazes sensitive skin and wonders if Armin likes it rough. He's hard,
so desperately hard, and Armin's so far away, but with his phone pressed
tightly against his ear, it's almost good enough.
"Jean, please..." He doesn't need to ask to know that Armin's touching himself,
hand wrapped tightly around his erection, and he can practically see the blond,
legs slightly parted, shirt pushed up to expose a flushed chest. His panting is
amplified by the phone speaker and Jean knows he's almost there as he teases
his head and bucks into his own palm.
"You'd want it faster. You're always impatient. But I'd take it slow and see
how long you could last before I start prepping you. I want to be inside you.
Don't want you to come before I can take you. You'd beg me though, beg me to
take you and I'd do you with my fingers first." Jean wonders if Armin's fingers
are inside of him, if he's imagining it's him instead while he grinds down on
them, his other hand working at his front. The thought makes him moan and he
continues to stroke himself faster, picturing slim, graceful fingers tugging at
him. When he speaks, he cringes at the way it nearly cracks - this is what
Armin does to him. "I'm a pushover, so I'd give in. You're so hot inside, so
damn tight. I'd do you slowly, just to see you whine underneath me. I'd take my
time."
"Faster," Armin cries, his voice slightly muffled. He's probably pressed up
against his pillow, doing his best to stay quiet and Jean can faintly make out
the sound of his mattress creaking. He pictures pale white thighs spread out
for him, just for him, and he groans. "Jean, faster, pl-please.. I'm gonna - so
close.."
"Then, I'd go faster, because you make me crazy. I'd go just the way you like
it, and I'd get you off with my hand while I do it. And when I'm about to
come..."
A shuddering moan Armin's end tells him he finished, and the thought sends his
blood rushing. He tightens his grip and works himself to completion, panting as
he comes. He falls back onto his bed, wiping his hand on his bed. He'll change
his sheets later. There's silence, save for the sounds of their heavy
breathing, when Armin finally speaks up again, his voice low and slightly
rough. "I am going to jump you when I see you tomorrow."
Jean's laughing harder than he should. "Just don't do it in front of Eren."
---
"Finally," Jean whispers, practically attacking the blond as soon as they get
into his room, pushing him onto the bed. Armin giggles, shimmying his way out
of his shirt, his hands already tugging at a belt. "Wow, someone's eager."
"Ooh, you're telling me, hmm?" He laughs, grinding their hips together. The
brunette moans, biting down on a pale neck to muffle the sound. "You're pretty
excited down here yourself."
"Trust me, my hand isn't enough," is about all he manages before pressing their
lips together in a heated kiss while pulling off Armin's pants. The shorter of
the two is rubbing against him in a heated manner, tugging at his clothes. He
whimpers as Jean teases him with light touches, running a finger underneath his
waistband. "I need you. Now. Don't tease."
Jean just moans into his ear as he yanks off the remaining clothing between
them and presses up against the smaller male, memorizing the way his skin
feels, all smooth and hot. They fumble around for a while before Armin finally
climbs on top of him, face flushed and mouth open. "Hand me the lube."
His body moves on its own, tossing him a tube from his bedside table, and he
watches, spellbound, as the blond squeezes it onto his hands then reaches
behind him to slip a finger inside, moaning as he does so. He licks his lips as
Armin shifts so he gets a better view, adding a second finger and pressing in
deeper. The smaller of the two moans his name as he begins to move his fingers
in and out slowly, using his free hand to slick Jean's erection.
"C-Condom?" Jean barely manages to ask, staring at the way Armin is preparing
himself, and the blond shakes his head.
"I need to feel you," is all he says before he pulls his fingers out, replacing
them with something much thicker, and the quarterback nearly screams as Armin
lowers himself onto him without warning, panting and squirming until he's
positioned the way he wants. "Oh, oh Jean, you feel good. Really good."
"You're telling me," he gasps, fighting the urge to thrust upward into the
tight heat, and he feels beads of sweat gathering along his forehead. "You're
even tighter than I imagined. Didn't you get a good workout yesterday?"
"Don't be crass," Armin smirks as he slowly lifts himself up. "Trust me, love,
my fingers aren't nearly big enough."
He wiggles the digits at Jean as if to prove a point, and then he lowers
himself and the brunette sees stars. The position is new to them, but Armin's a
quick learner and he's loud enough that somewhere in the back of his mind, Jean
worries about the neighbors though it's getting awfully hard to focus on
anything but the pleasure rolling through his body. All he can say is Armin's
name over and over again as he jerks upward messily, losing track of all sense
of rhythm when he leans up to claim soft, pink lips, working his tongue into a
hot mouth.
"I-I'm about to come," Armin moans into the kiss as he begins to move his hips
more frantically, his thighs burning when he leans back to rest his weight on
his hands. Jean nods mutely, reaching forward to brush a calloused palm over
Armin's head roughly and the blond cries his name as he finishes, all wet and
messy over Jean's chest. He takes advantage of the way Armin's gone all limp to
flip him over and press him against the headboard, thrusting frantically.
"Come inside me," whispers Armin, his eyes bright as he begins to touch
himself, still half hard, and Jean does just that, moaning loudly as the
pleasure washes over him, thrusting a few more times. Underneath him, he can
feel the blond climax again, feeling a little disappointed that he'd been too
caught up in his post-orgasmic bliss to watch the other jerking himself off,
but it's enough to have thin arms wrapped around him loosely and a sloppy kiss.
It takes him a while to remember how to speak coherently and his voice is
hoarse when he finally rolls off of Armin onto his side. "Wow."
"I don't think I'm going to be able to move for the next year," the other notes
breathlessly, laughing a little. "You're going to have to clean me up."
Jean just nods, leaning over for another kiss. "Shower?"
"Bath."
---
When he sees Armin limping through the halls on Monday, he can't help but feel
just a tad bit smug despite the glare the blond sends him.
"You were the one who wanted to do it that way," he frowns as the other
collapses against him in the empty classroom, wriggling in his lap.
"I didn't think it would be this bad," Armin gripes and Jean really, really
needs him to stop moving like that because he's getting hard. Although Armin is
hot and sexy anytime, anywhere, he doesn't quite fancy doing it in the
classroom. It doesn't have that vibe, but Armin just giggles as he palms Jean's
growing erection through tight denim and he yelps. The blond smirks as he
lowers himself in between his legs, unzipping his pants and nipping at him
before taking his head between his lips, tongue moistening the thin cloth
separating them. "What are you doing?"
Armin just hums in reply as he pushes aside Jean's briefs, nipping playfully.
"Armin," he hisses, gripping the bottom of the chair tightly just as the door
creaks open.
"Armin? Have you seen Eren? Oh my g- No. Just no." The door slams back shut and
they can hear the sound of footsteps fading.
"I told you, not here! Connie is never going to let me live this down," He
groans, pushing Armin away gently, his blue eyes full of mirth.
"Come on, let's go home. I've got the house to myself tonight." The blond
saunters out the classroom, shaking his hips enticingly and Jean gulps. He
doesn't need to be told twice.
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