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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Armin_Arlert/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Eren_Yeager, Armin_Arlert
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-10-13 Words: 2894
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by orphan_account
Summary
     Eren wants a massage, and gets a bit more than he bargained for. But
     it's hardly a novelty.
A private sparring session with Annie left Eren bruised and sore as always, but
there were few better ways to spend his leisure time. Annie was a sorer loser
than she looked, however, and when he finally managed to use one of her moves
against her, she decided to call it quits for the day, and left him to his own
devices.
After stretching his muscles, as the evening sky darkened from orange to deep
blue, he left the empty training fields to head back to the barracks. Marching
straight into the dining house, he scanned the other trainees quickly to spot
his friends. Dining hours had just started, so there were few who were eating
already, but sure enough, he saw Sasha seated by their usual table, sitting
with Mikasa only.
He approached, fast stepping over the floor till he reached them, calling
“Mikasa!” as he did. She turned, looking up at him with an expression too vague
for him to read.
“Ere-“
“Have you seen Armin?” Eren asked rapidly, when he noticed his best friend’s
absence.
“He was in the classroom,” Sasha supplied helpfully, mouth filled with mashed
potatoes. She swallowed, and added; “He said he had to study when we asked if
he wanted to come eat with us, so he’s probably still there.”
Mikasa looked back at her plate when Eren dashed off, Sasha’s hand gently on
her shoulder, but he didn’t give them as much as a thank you.
The library was one of Armin’s favourite places, but lately, other trainees had
realized that the chairs there were better than the benches and the floor of
the common room, and had taken to hanging out there instead. Most had ignored
Armin’s request for silence, and rather than pursue the fight, he had started
to stay in the unlocked classrooms instead, bringing his books there to read in
peace and quiet.
Hours after the day’s lectures, the hallway in the education building were
unlit and dark, the evening sky barely lighting it up through the windows, but
one classroom had candlelight seep through the cracks of the door. When he
reached it, Eren pulled the door open and found his friend.
Hunched over a book, a lit candle to his left, Armin was reading with such
focus that he didn’t even notice Eren’s arrival. He remained ignorant of him,
flipping the pages and sucking in the information, even as Eren snuck up behind
him.
His oblivion was endearing, Eren found, as he leaned in next to Armin’s face,
looking at the book over his shoulder. Their faces side by side, Armin still
appeared to be blind to his presence, so Eren did what he felt that he had to
do. He stroked a few of Armin’s soft blonde strands behind his ear, and
whispered “Boo!”
The reaction, he expected to be hilarious; Armin yelping and giving him an
adorable pout or similar. Instead, Armin screamed so loudly that he fell of his
chair.
Eren managed to catch him purely by chance, virtue of having stood behind the
chair. In fact, Armin had almost fallen directly into his arms, so that Eren
held him up in bridal carry to save him from the floor.
Slowly, Armin’s panicked look transformed into minor confusion, as he opened
his eyes and stared up at him.
“Eren? When did you get here?”
“Not too long ago. You seriously didn’t notice me?” Eren asked him back, amused
at Armin’s reaction still.
“Not until you almost scared me to death,” Armin said, shuddering at the
extremely recent memory.  He averted his eyes from Eren’s, and looked at the
hand holding his arm secure and steady. “You can put me down now.”
Eren placed him on the table before him, and he put his hands on either side of
Armin’s thighs, leaning closer to him.
“We’ve been in training for nine months now. That’s more than two years left…
how far through the library are you?”
“I’m on the letter O,” Armin said, nodding towards the book he had been
reading; Organs: The Secrets of Our Bodies.
“So you’ll be done with the entire library within our first year,” Eren
concluded. “Seriously, you should slow down. You’ll be miserable when you’re
done.”
“Oh, I’ll just re-read them then,” Armin assured him. “Repetition never hurts.”
“I bet you can already recite any of those books,” Eren said. Armin’s memory
was outstanding; he could remember the tiniest of details, from individual
dents and scratches on any of the trainees’ vertical gears, to page numbers for
quotes from any of the library’s books.
Armin didn’t try to deny it, so Eren pushed on.
“So instead of reading, come with me to the barracks,” he said. “I did good
with Annie today, you should have seen it. But she left my body all sore…”
“Your means of manipulation are too obvious,” Armin sighed. “If you want me to
massage you, just say so.”
“When you want me to massage you, you try to trick me into doing it,” Eren
pointed out. And though Armin’s face protested the idea, he said nothing
against it.
Eren took a step back and let Armin down from the table, and after putting out
the candle and grabbing the book the two of them walked out of the classroom,
Armin a short step behind Eren.
The night air chilled Armin through his long sleeved shirt, but for some
reason, Eren was never really cold. Armin readily leaned against him when he
wrapped an arm around Armin’s shoulders to keep him warm.
Both of them were in the second house of the boys’ three barracks, and when
they reached it, they found it empty. Many of the guys preferred hanging out in
the larger common area where boys and girls could interact till late hours, and
most were eating now, at any rate. Therefore, Eren wasted no time walking over
to his cot and unfastening the straps from the vertical gear, and he dropped
the harness on the end of the bed, his shirt soon following it.
Armin stared at the strong back, and the front, filling out now, when Eren
turned to face him.
“You’re wounded,” he commented, worry immediately flickering across his face
when he noticed a large bruise on Eren’s hip.
“Oh yeah,” Eren exclaimed, looking down at it. “Annie really doesn’t hold back-
“
Armin’s cold fingers caressed the bruise softly, when he had hurried over to
him to study it.
“You need to be more careful,” he said. “It’s good that you’re learning and
all, but you can’t just focus on attacking constantly.”
“No offence, but you’re not the person I take advice from when it comes to
hand-to-hand combat,” Eren said.
Armin furrowed his eyebrows. “No offence,” he mimicked, “but it’s common
knowledge to protect yourself. Self-preservation is a natural instinct, innate
to all living beings. Except for the titans, actually, and we can only count
that as luck for our sake, but there is no reason to-“
He was cut off when Eren placed a hand on the back of his head, and pulled him
close for a kiss. He had a tendency to shut Armin up like that, whenever he
didn’t want to admit that Armin was right.
It was an obnoxious, puerile habit, but ever since it had started, Armin had
realized that the kisses were a good way to cope with it. He loved the feel of
Eren’s firm, thin lips manipulating his own mouth.
They broke apart, his ocean eyes gazing into the vague gold of Eren’s, but as
he was about to lean in for seconds, Eren pulled away, and fell down on the
bed.
Disappointment flickered through Armin’s heart, even as he was granted with a
view of Eren’s back again, when his friend turned over to lie on his stomach.
Eren’s kisses always left him aching for more, but he understood Eren’s needs,
so he sat down his knees on the bed and crawled over to straddle his friend’s
thighs.
He placed his hands at the end of Eren’s back, applied some pressure, and moved
them upwards. Eren’s body was indeed sore, and tense, as he begun rubbing the
aching muscle.
The moan Eren let out was highly sexual, on purpose, most like. It went
straight to Armin’s groin, and his lips quivered, but he pretended to be fine,
as he rubbed circles over Eren’s shoulder blades. Next, he clenched his hands
into fists, and began to use even more pressure as he massaged his friend.
“Armin,” Eren moaned, voice short of breath and needlessly husky. Armin
shuddered, and he couldn’t help himself as he leaned down over Eren’s back and
pressed a kiss at the back of his neck.
When he leaned back up, Eren snickered.
“You’re excited,” he commented.
“It’s only natural,” Armin said quickly, as his erection, strained behind his
pants, poked at Eren’s ass. “The body reacts to actions of sexual nature, and
just sounds and basic human contact can be enough to arouse a body. Especially
in puberty, and especially in adolescent males, it’s very common and absolutely
nothing to be ashamed of!”
Yet he was blushing, yet he was blabbering, and Eren knew it even as his eyes
were closed.
“I’m just saying,” Eren said. “I can feel you.”
Emboldened, Armin rocked his hips forward the next time he dragged his fists
over Eren’s tense back.
Eren moaned again, but this time, it sounded less forced; like Eren was no
longer in control.
“And that was only natural, too,” Armin said.
He continued massaging normally, ever so slightly making sure to move his hips
forward each time he had to lean up to reach Eren’s shoulders, until the other
could no longer take it.
“Do my front as well,” Eren said impatiently.
He tried turning around with Armin still seated on his thighs, but Armin pushed
him down ever so gently. Only after placing a small peck on Eren’s spine did he
move off him, long enough for Eren to turn to lie on his back. The bulge in his
pants was of familiar size to Armin, when it was presented.
Straddling Eren’s thighs again, their erections, kept away from each other by a
total of four layers of clothing, were pushed against each other as Armin moved
up high. The initial contact made him release an uncalculated whining noise,
and he caught a devious glint in Eren’s eyes following it.
That playful look was one of his most attractive ones, to Armin, so he was
quick to lean down over Eren’s body and claim his lips in a kiss. They were
both hot and bothered, and the kiss was fast-paced and hormone driven. So when
Eren broke it off, putting his hands on Armin’s shoulders and pushing him away,
he made another whining sound.
“Armin, calm down,” Eren said, even though his cheeks were equally flushed.
“This was supposed to be a massage.”
Initially, Armin pouted, but he refused to be so easily controlled by his
biology and Eren’s sex appeal. He always preferred putting thought behind his
actions, and though sex with Eren was wonderful, it always took away some of
the necessary control he wanted to have over his body. He still needed practice
in that.
Retreating to a sitting position, Armin pushed his open palms against Eren’s
abdomen, and started to stroke him with just a tiny bit of force applied. He
rolled his hands upwards, up over Eren’s ribcage, and stroked over his chest.
He felt Eren’s steady breathing, and erratic heartbeat, and let it be his
focus, so that he could ignore his increasing arousal.
When Eren bucked his hips upwards, forcing their restrained erections to rub
against each other further, he decided that it was time for payback.
“Eren,” he moaned shamelessly. “I can’t take it.” He leaned over his friend
again, their lips about to touch, but at the slightest bit of contact, he
withdrew, and resumed to rubbing Eren’s torso with controlled, stationary
movements.
Eren groaned in annoyance.
“Armin, stop teasing.”
“What did we learn at the landfill?” Armin asked. “Technically speaking?”
He had a habit to blurt out such randomness, that it barely faced Eren. “What
are you going on about now?” he growled in frustration, bucking his hips back
up.
“You reap what you sow,” Armin answered him. “You started it.”
“Fine, sorry for teasing you, I just love it when I can get you so horny,” Eren
was quick to say. “All right? Forgive me, Armin?”
His hasty apology made the choice of words easier to swallow without turning
into a flustered mess, so Armin nodded, wordlessly, and kissed him properly.
Their tongues met, pushing each other from mouth to mouth, courteously playing
and taking turns. Meanwhile, Eren placed his hands on Armin’s hips, and Armin’s
hands fiddled first with his own pant buttons, and then with Eren’s. The
tightness of their uniform pants was always a pain to deal with, but he had
them both set free in no time, both cocks already leaking precum over his hand.
Eren moaned into the kiss as their erections were rubbed together in Armin’s
grip. His hands were small, and just his right one barely fit around two cocks,
but he moved his entire lower body as he rolled his hips forward, guiding his
hand along, and starting to pump them with a steady rhythm.
Normally, Armin didn’t moan, he just let out tiny gasps and hitched breaths. He
broke the kiss so that he could breathe into Eren’s ear as he moved over him,
letting his pleasure play live to his friend.
Restrained to lie on the bottom, Eren thrust his own cock upwards, moving
against Armin’s in the weak grasp of his hand. As both of their paces
increased, the precum made for a slippery grip.
The heat was building, Eren moaning, loud as usual, at his lover’s
administrations. Since the grip was getting looser, so he decided to take over,
letting go of Armin’s hip with his right hand and wrapping it with ease around
their cocks instead. More so than Armin could do, he started to move his hand
up and down, having them in a near painfully tight hold.
Armin’s head was dropped to lie beside his own, and he panted heavily into
Eren’s ear, his arousal and nearing climax evident in his voice. Eren’s own
orgasm was starting to draw near the faster he moved his hand, but his entire
body was fire, and he couldn’t stop even if he tried. They just had to go
faster and faster, Armin moving up and down, Eren’s hand going the opposite
direction over them both.
Eren’s moans became shorter and shorter, impatience and inexperience clear with
every erotic sound, as Armin’s breathing became louder and louder. Their minds
started spinning, and everything became inaudible, incomprehensible, for the
few seconds of sweet bliss as their climaxes were reached, within seconds of
each other. They couldn’t even tell who was first, losing count as Eren’s hand
was filled with semen proof, and their lower bodies filled with heat.
Armin regained his sense of self first, breathing onto Eren’s shoulder as he
were, unknowing that he had suckled on the skin right before his orgasm. He
pulled back his lips, and saw the outlines of what would be a lovely hickey in
a short while.
Rolling off Eren, he lied down on the side, his body sticky with sweat spoiling
all of his clothes. A few stains of semen had landed on his shirt, and he
sighed in annoyance as he started taking it off, wishing he had done it sooner.
As usual, sex dulled his sharp mind.
After his shirt, his pants followed, until he was lying fully naked out in the
open. He looked to his side, and noticed Eren staring.
Most of the mess they had made had landed on Eren’s bare stomach, and in his
hand. They took a moment to just stare at each other, instead of taking actions
to clean up.
“Sex is a great tension reliever,” Armin blurted out. “When you are so aroused,
your body doesn’t have the time to tense up, and afterwards, you are much more
relaxed. So even though it wasn’t a fully normal form of massage, I think I
fulfilled the same purpose, right?”
Eren blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“Never mind,” Armin replied quickly. He leaned up towards Eren, and gave him a
swift kiss.
Eventually, they got around to cleaning up, using old socks they would clean
the next day. It was still early evening, so dinner beckoned for them, but they
stayed for just a while longer, after getting redressed, relaxing on the cot in
each other’s arms.
After a while, Armin assumed that Eren was napping, so he reached out for his
book and resumed reading it. Just as quickly as he had opened it, however, Eren
snapped it shut and placed it on the other side of his body.
“Don’t read now,” he complained. “You’ll have plenty of time for that. Just
relax with me for a while now, will you?”
“Sorry,” Armin mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning into Eren.
They only had so much leisure time, after all. And this was the most enjoyable
way to spend it.
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