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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/Eren_Yeager
  Character:
      Armin_Arlert, Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Shower_Sex, Angst, Comfort_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-18 Words: 2731
****** Running Water Over Open Wounds ******
by Raevell
Summary
     With such little hope in the world, solace has to be taken where it
     can be found. The hot water of a shower provides its own comforts and
     so does the touch of another person.
Notes
     Some PWP for Eremin smut week. Prompt is, ‘Wet.’ This could also be
     applied to the other prompt, ‘Comfort,’ whoops. Oh, well! Takes place
     around chapter 52 so there be some minor spoilers.
There are few things that offer any comfort from the confines of simply living
in a world like this, where the air often reeks of death, and despair can be
read from the faces of so many people. Joy has to be taken in many different
forms just to cope, just to keep walking forward, no matter how small the dose
is.
The heat of hot water pouring over sore muscles and wounds is one of the ways,
a small token to appreciate. A shower can help wash away painful thoughts along
with soil and blood, at least for a time.
There’s also another way to treat mental wounds.
Armin has left the bathroom door unlocked, always in anticipation, always
counting the seconds since he’s left his bed and stepped in to the enclosed
space. He stands under the water and droplets draw out paths over his pale
skin. The air he takes in feels thick in his throat. He waits, as he always
does, always has, since developing this habit used to quench torment.
It hasn’t been long since moving into the small cabin in the middle of nowhere.
The Recon Corps  headquarters is no longer their home, but this place doesn’t
quite feel like home either. It’s late at night, the sun set hours ago, and
everyone else remains in bed. Though he’s certain they might be able hear the
water running through old pipes should they awake, it’s a trivial concern of
his at this point.
The door slowly opens with a drawn out creak and someone climbs into the shower
behind him. He tosses small glance over his shoulder to confirm it’s Eren and
then he faces the wall again. Words between them are not often exchanged during
this. Now is not the time for words to provide comfort, those are shared before
and after but not during this.
Hands on his back interrupt the flowing creeks that roll over his figure. The
water is cold in comparison to the heat Eren’s hands provide and frigid when
compared to his mouth on his shoulder.
Armin tilts his head forward and his hair, weighed down from being saturated,
parts and falls away from the back of his neck. He feels teeth drag across the
now uncovered nape, a hot breath expelled against wet skin, and he shivers.
Lips meld against his skin as hands travel around to his stomach and settle
there for the time being. Kiss after kiss is laid on the back of his shoulders
and the back of his neck with the occasional nip offering a variation between
them. Armin licks his lips, somehow they feel dry in spite of everything else
being drenched.
Their bodies come into contact, Eren’s chest against his back, as his arms
narrow around Armin’s waist. He feels so hot up against him and Armin thinks of
all the nights he has sought out that heat, found calm and comfort while being
enveloped in it. Eren’s already hard, he can feel his erection up against his
backside, and Armin’s heartbeat goes from a steady thump to pounding wildly.
Armin arches in response. He rubs back against the length, a quiet but eager
invitation. He could forgo the foreplay entirely that day, needy for the
connection of their bodies.
But Eren shows patience, which always seems so uncharacteristic of him for how
rash he often is in everything else that he does. His hands lay flat against
his body and move over slick skin, up over his chest and then parting to move
down his sides and over his hips, disrupting flows of water that continue to
descend down his frame. His attention is divided between the continuation of
lips and teeth against his neck and the caress of hands gliding over the top of
his thighs.
They stop there, his cock neglected between them, and Armin groans for the
first time though it’s in frustration. Eren’s lips curl against him, a smirk
evidently worn in response. He wonders if Eren will make him beg, as he’s done
so once or twice before. Armin considers in this case he might just do so
without being prompted. Want has become a need and he pushes back against Eren
a bit more, hoping to get that point across. The water dripping from them both
leaves the feel of skin up against skin especially heightened and Eren sighs,
warm air spreading against his shoulder. Everything just seems more noticeable
as they stand there wet with the constant flow spilling over curves and
muscles.
One more kiss left against the slope of his neck and finally Eren’s hand moves
between his legs. His touch is always so hot and feels so good that attempts to
stay quiet always result in failure. A subtle moan is carried out with a sigh
and perhaps it’s because his patience is depleting or maybe he’s just not
satisfied with that soft sound because in response Eren’s grip tightens around
him, earning a louder one. The bedrooms are at the opposite side of the house,
Armin tells himself they shouldn’t easily be heard by anyone else, but it’s no
guarantee. However, Armin has decided long ago he just doesn’t care if he’s
heard.
Fingers curling around his cock, Eren’s hand slides down him, the water making
for a slick caress, and Armin moans again, even louder this time. His head
rolls  back, resting against the top of Eren’s shoulder as their bodies fit
against each other. Eren’s other arm is around his waist again, keeping him
steady on shaky feet as he begins to stroke him. His heartbeat quickens as the
rate of his motions pick up. His palm hot, everything wet, Armin’s mind has no
other thoughts but Eren’s name, looping over and over.
Armin places his hand over the arm wrapped around his waist. He’s held still by
that hold, unable to move his hips along with Eren’s hand. It’s probably for
the best, he could finish like this, easily, with just Eren’s touch if he could
add a bit more friction to it, but this is not how he wants things to end. Eren
knows it too; that’s why he isn’t stroking him faster, touching him with more
certainty, this is just a bit to tease him and leave him aching for what’s to
come.
Armin’s other hand lifts up and cups around the side of Eren’s neck, fingers
lying against the back of it. A gentle pressure applied there is all the
communication that’s needed. Armin turns his head and Eren’s lips press to his,
opened mouthed and fueled by fervor. Eren’s tongue laps against his own, slow
and controlled while Armin’s own technique is a mess by then, mind too dulled
by the little jolts of electricity that continue to strike his nerves each time
Eren’s hand moves up from the base of his cock and thumbs over the tip.
“Eren…” his name is heavy on his tongue as their kiss ends. The mounting
tension he can feel in his muscles makes it difficult to move even his jaw and
say anything at all. Even with Eren taking his time, rubbing him so slowly up
and down, it’s beginning to become too much.
Eren catches on to his tone, the way his breathing has picked up and become
loud, the way he keeps trying to squirm in spite of the lock Eren has on his
waist. He knows he’s at his limit, he can read all the signs. His hand drops
away from him and Armin whimpers because it’s so painful to stop at this point
when he’s so close. But he knows this bit of teasing is worth what will follow.
Eren hooks his hair around his fingers and loops it behind his ear to expose
it. “Prop your hands up against the wall,” he whispers with a gentle bite at
the lobe and Armin is uncertain if it’s the words or that action that make him
shudder the way he does.
He complies without any hesitation. He stretches out his arms, presses his
palms against the wall in front of them as he leans over and spreads his legs a
bit. He can feel the shower spraying his back in this position, pouring over
him, droplets working muscles lose as he waits with quick breaths that aren’t
enough to satisfy his lungs, the air around him so humid. He’s gotten over the
embarrassment that used to come along with this thanks to experience as well as
lust subduing other emotions.
Among the things they’re given to shower with like soap and shampoo, there is
lotion, appearing completely inconspicuous with everything else. With a
generous amount poured over his fingers, Eren presses one into him slowly to
start. Armin gasps and his teeth are quick to dig into his bottom lip. A few
careful motions and then Eren slips another one into him. His body feels slack,
between his own arousal, the massage offered by warm running water, and his
trust in the boy behind him, it doesn’t take much at all to loosen him up.
“Eren,” he says again, more desperate than the last time. “Please, I’m ready,
just please…” the words are almost hard to decipher as they are spoken, almost
sounding slurred, mind hindered from all the stimulation so far.
He knows that Eren understands his pleading and that Eren’s patience has left
him completely when he obliges the request so instantaneously. A bit more
lotion is used, spread over Eren’s arousal, as Armin watches over his shoulder.
The bottle is then cast aside, falling to the ground as Eren’s arms once again
link around him.
His chin nestled against the crook of Armin’s neck, Armin isn’t sure if it’s
just due to the lotion or due to the water or just because he wants this so
much but he enters him so easily. Armin’s hands twitch and claw against the
wall they’re placed against, as the gasp that leaves him mingles with a small
cry. He shifts back as far as he can, arm’s stretched out as far as they can go
without his palms leaving the flat surface they are placed against. He wants to
make sure Eren is completely inside of him, that he’s not holding back.
Sensing his desires, Eren brings their hips together, presses his cock all the
way inside of him and Armin’s mouth drops open as another moan leaves his
throat. This is what he needs, this intimacy with his best friend, to feel
everything with him. To reassure himself that Eren is still there and with
every breath and every heartbeat feel that they’re both still alive.
Eren groans softly as he presses his mouth down against his shoulder. He pulls
back slow and slides in quick and Armin’s toes curl at the first jolt that hits
him with that single action alone. It doesn’t take much at all for Eren to get
into a rhythm, not with Armin so open to him, left pliant to every motion.
Armin’s head drops forward, throat tight and airways feeling constricted but
how insignificant it seems when his body is being taken like this.
He watches the water as it pools around his feet and pours down the drain. He
rocks back against Eren each time as he pushes into him and each time leaves
him less coherent than the last. The sort of delicacy he’s handled with at
first falls away, dropping off just like the water that keeps slithering over
his skin. Both are driven by instincts and it all seems so basic and really it
is, Armin thinks before that thought is cut off by the way Eren thrusts into
him so rough and with such urgency.
Hands slip along the wall, in a sort of involuntary attempt to lean over more,
to allow Eren to fill him deeper. His knees are shaking, he feels like they
could give out at any minute and Eren’s arm feels a bit more firm against him
as he tries to hold him up. Armin tries to help, to remain steady, but it’s too
much today, he’s weak and left weaker with every buck of his hips, jaw slack
and tears mingling with the droplets already cascading down his face.
Composure is something foreign to him  now, left in this state, and it’s only
Eren he would ever allow to see him like this, to have so much control over
him. He reaches for the arm Eren has at his waist and takes hold of his wrist.
At this point, it’s Eren’s strength alone that’s keeping him up on his feet,
keeping him from dropping to the ground as he pounds into him, drawing out each
whimper and gasp that forms in his throat.
Everything else is gone, every worry, thought, concern is washed away with the
water and the bliss of being with Eren like this.
Soft moans slipping off his tongue turn into cries that echo around them as
Eren grinds into him, with a few short, swift thrusts of his hips, just the
right way to leave him coming completely undone. He arches back as he reaches
his release, sobbing the other boy’s name as the pleasure peaks.
Eren follows along with only one more push forward, his hold on Armin
tightening and nails pressing into him as he comes. There’s only a faint gasp
and a slight groan in the midst of it. His name is only said once his breath
has already begun to slow. “Armin…”
Armin is near limp, only standing due to Eren, who is a very unsteady beam of
support. But regardless, he holds him up until at least some of his strength
returns, enough to carry his own weight, though he doesn’t think he’ll be able
to walk out of there for a bit longer. Eren places a few languid kisses on his
shoulders in the meantime, mostly just his lips dragging across the expanse in
front of him.
Still no words are said between them, not even as Eren lets go, not even as
they both wash up. The water has lost its heat by then, but the temperature
between them is elevated, still hot, so it’s barely noticed. As Armin cuts off
the water and the last of it circles the drain, it’s then that all previous
thoughts start to seep in once again, though they feel a bit lighter now at
least.
Eren reaches for his towel as well as Armin’s. Draping his own over his
shoulder, he lifts the other one and lays it around Armin’s back. Holding the
edge of either side of it, he draws him in, kisses him tenderly, and they stand
there for a bit longer with their foreheads leaning against one another, and
Eren closes his eyes. Even after all that, with the exchange of pleasure and
the use of one another’s bodies to calm anxiety, Armin can see the tension in
Eren’s stance, in the way his shoulders remain lifted, in the tight grip he has
on the towel he’s holding.
“Hey,” Armin says gently and Eren’s eyes open once more to stare into his. He
lifts his hand to Eren’s face, cupping the side of it. “It’ll be all right.
It’s going to be all right, Eren…”
He isn’t sure when their roles switched; when reassurances started to come from
his mouth instead of Eren’s, when Armin gained faith in himself and Eren began
to lose his own confidence. It really didn’t matter when the time or the place
was, but still, sometimes Armin tries to pinpoint it, sorting through his
memories.
Eren sighs softly. His hands tremble and drop the towel he has been holding
around him, instead enveloping him in his arms, almost clinging to him, and
Armin knows it’s his turn to hold his friend up. He circles his arms around
Eren’s waist and places a kiss against his shoulder as they hold one another.
It’s all right. Armin doesn’t mind, he's more than willing to return the favor
after all these years. As long as he can have these moments with Eren where the
rest of the world vanishes and it’s just the two of them, he knows he’ll be
okay. He'll let Eren lean on him for as long as he needs.
 
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