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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:
      Armin_Arlert, Eren_Yeager
  Additional Tags:
      Eremin_-_Freeform, First_Time, Virginity, Awkwardness
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-02 Words: 2436
****** counterpoise ******
by ashley-amelie_(kitana)
Summary
     Armin simply can’t die having never been kissed or held. The notion
     of that leaves him with an uncomfortable emptiness in his stomach.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
With graduation night looming over him, only a few days away now, Armin
realizes that his opportunities are dwindling away. He’s not sure when it first
occurred to him, the thought of dying before he’s gotten to really live, but
the closer his enlistment with the Survey Corps gets, the more the prospect
nags at him. Armin is perfectly willing to do any and everything necessary to
push humanity forward and further his goal of living outside of the walls – for
good, for ever – but, at the same time, Armin isn’t anything if not realistic;
he knows he could die any moment.
That’s why, when he catches a glimpse of Franz and Hannah behind a lesser-used
building, pressed together so tightly that it’s as though they’re fusing
together, he makes a resolution. He simply can’t die having never been kissed
or held. The notion of that leaves him with an uncomfortable emptiness in his
stomach.
Of course, Armin thinks, it can’t just be anyone.
Technically, Armin has nearly the entire 104th Trainees squad to choose from.
He’s pretty sure he’s not the only one feeling this way, if Hannah and Franz
are anything to go by. Even as he sorts through his options in his head,
though, his heart settles on the one person he trusts and knows would never
reject him, ever.
Eren.
                                       *
Graduation is tomorrow and Armin still hasn’t made his move. Part of him knows
that with Eren being his closest, most trusted friend, there’s nothing he could
do that would make the brunette turn away from him. The other part of Armin,
however, is absolutely terrified despite all of his rationalizations. He’s not
even sure that what he wants from Eren is something that he should want.
For a moment, Armin considers asking Mikasa for advice, but promptly throws the
idea away. He’s not sure he can stomach it if Mikasa thinks he’s weird or a
pervert. The blonde scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. Maybe if I just
don’t think about it...
“Hey, Armin!”
A familiar voice jars Armin out of his reverie. Armin looks up to see Eren
crossing the rec room towards him. It’s as though he’d managed to conjure up
his best friend out of thin air. Eren drops into an empty chair across from
Armin. The rec room is empty except for the two of them; Armin had slipped out
of the barracks and came here to gather his thoughts. Now the very object of
his thoughts has shown up to scatter them.
If he didn’t know better, Armin would swear the universe is out to get him.
“I was wondering where you were,” Eren says. “Did you hear that Instructor
Shadis is giving us the night off tonight, since we graduate and all tomorrow?”
Of course he knows; graduation is all he’s been thinking about for days.
Rather, it’s all he’s been dreading for days.
“Yeah,” Armin responds, sounding more sullen than he intends. Eren picks up on
it right away. Even though the boy can be obtuse about many things, he’s always
strangely in tune with Armin’s feelings. Usually, that’s not something that
Armin minds. In fact, it usually comes in handy.
“What’s wrong?” Eren says with a sudden frown, his voice betraying equal parts
concern and alarm.
Usually.
“Nothing! Nothing, really,” Armin says, putting his hands up as if to
physically deflect the very notion. He puts on what he hopes is a convincing
smile, showing off straight, white teeth.
Eren simply shakes his head. “Come on, Armin, I can tell when you’re lying.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Then look at me.”
Damn it. Armin had been avoiding Eren’s eyes, looking everywhere except at
them, knowing that the brunette would be able to see through him. They’ve
barely been apart from each other for more than a day at a time in the past
three years; of course Armin can’t pull one over on Eren. He sighs and lifts
his eyes, locking gazes with Eren. His expression is so open; there’s nothing
guarded or hidden here. It makes Armin’s heart thump faster.
Satisfied, Eren repeats, “What’s wrong?” Then, when Armin’s answer isn’t
immediately forthcoming, he adds, “You can tell me, okay? Did someone say
something? Was it Jean?”
Armin wants to laugh with how typical Eren’s thought process is. He thinks
Armin’s problem is that someone bullied him again, when, in fact it’s Eren
himself that’s smack dab in the middle of Armin’s problem this time. Armin
can’t stifle his giggles at the irony. He manages to compose himself somewhat
when he realizes that Eren is staring at him in absolute confusion.
“Seriously, Armin, are you okay?” Eren asks, openly wearing a look of worry. He
leans in a little closer to Armin, his green eyes bright as he searches he
blonde’s face for a clue. “You’re being weird.”
Armin rubs a clammy hand over his face again. “Yes. I’m sorry. I just…I...”
Anxiety is roiling around in his gut and Armin fidgets, keyed up with no outlet
for his energy. He takes a deep breath. Eren is so patient with him, more
patient than he is with anyone else. He’s just sitting, waiting, for Armin to
pick back up his trailing sentence. If he were anyone else, Armin knows that
Eren would have already pressured him into spilling everything or clamming up
completely.
“Eren, can I... can I ask you something?”
Eren blinks, taken aback by the sudden request. “Um, yeah, sure. Anything.”
Anything. The word echoes in Armin’s ears. Yet for all of Armin’s ability to
know the right thing to say, to do, in any other circumstance, his lips move
but words don’t come out. Eren’s looking at him, both confused and expectant as
the pink flush across the blonde’s cheeks gets redder with embarrassment. He’s
come this far and Eren is his best friend in the whole world, universe, so why
can’t he just ask for this?
“I don’t want to die a virgin so I want you to take my virginity,” Armin blurts
out, the words all jumbling together on his tongue. The awkwardness makes Armin
wish a hole would spontaneously appear and swallow him whole. The fact that the
blonde’s wish goes unanswered is just more proof for him that the world is
indeed cruel.
On top of that, Eren simply stares at him, open-mouthed, expression unreadable.
There is a long pause, then, with a pained groan, Armin buries his face in his
palms. “Nevermind, nevermind, just forget I said anything.”
Eren’s voice is low, barely above a whisper. “Why me?”
Armin peeks through his fingers; there is a hint of a blush on Eren’s face and
his eyes are trained on Armin. There is an intensity there that wasn’t a few
moments ago. The brunette’s ability to go from playful to serious and focused
in seconds leaves Armin breathless. His hands fall away from his face and he
meets Eren’s gaze head on, though he can’t help his nervous fidgeting.
“Um, well, honestly?” Armin starts, chewing on his lower lip. “Because I trust
you. And… because I can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.”
“Yes.”
It’s Armin’s turn to blink. “Huh?”
“I said yes,” Eren says with a sheepish grin, ruffling his own hair. Now he’s
the one embarrassed. “I don’t really know anything about it though.”
A wave of relief washes over Armin; this time when he smiles, it’s genuine.
“That’s okay, I don’t either.”
Armin has to wonder how he got so lucky.
                                      * 
Eren and Armin had agreed to wait until the barracks were empty and that, since
most of those housed with the blonde were Trost natives, Armin’s barracks would
be the emptiest. Curled up on his bed, Armin fields a thousand questions from
his bunkmates about staying on base, but he’s finally left alone when he buries
his head in a book and pretends to start reading.
Yet Armin couldn’t focus on his book if he tried. He’s giddy with pent up
nervousness and excitement, replaying his earlier conversation with Eren over
in his mind. The look on Eren’s face as he agreed is seared behind his eyelids,
coming to him each time he closes his eyes. It makes Armin feel hot all over
and he rolls over on his stomach to hide his half-hard cock from any prying
eyes.
Lost in his thoughts, Armin doesn’t notice Eren enter the room until his bed
dips under the brunette’s weight.
“Ah! Eren!” Armin yelps, feeling silly that he let the other boy startle him.
He sits up into a cross-legged position, his back to the wall. “You know I hate
when you sneak up on me.”
“Sorry,” Eren says with a laugh. “I didn’t mean to, you just looked so intense
that I felt weird interrupting.”
“I was thinking about you,” Armin responds, feeling his face heat up
embarrassingly. He can’t help but be painfully honest in Eren’s presence.
Eren scoots closer to Armin to sit beside him, also cross-legged. Armin can
feel the heat of Eren’s body seeping through his clothes where their thighs and
legs touch. He shifts minutely so that more of Eren touches him. When he looks
up, Eren is looking down at him intently, pink lips parted on a breath.
Armin catches a glimpse of Eren’s tongue as it flickers out to wet his lips
before he says, “What were you thinking about?”
Kissing you. Armin leans toward Eren as if entranced and presses his lips to
Eren’s. They are soft and slightly moist; it’s a chaste kiss that leaves both
boys flushing. Armin pulls back, relieved to see no trace of negativity in
Eren’s face. 
Still, he asks with some hesitance, “Was that okay?”
Instead of giving an answer, Eren captures Armin’s lips in another kiss,
earning a surprised squeak from the blonde. Armin tries to pull away for breath
but Eren follows him with little kisses until he’s gasping into Eren’s mouth,
flat on his back, with the brunette hovering over him. Armin’s fingers are
curled into the thin fabric of Eren’s shirt and his groin throbs with sudden
arousal.
Eren’s knees bracket Armin’s hips and his mouth is mere centimeters from
Armin’s when he says, part breathless, part amused, “Was that okay?”
Armin uncurls his fingers to press his palms against Eren’s chest, feeling the
thud-thud-thud of his heart. He gives the brunette a shaky smile. “Absolutely.”
“Then I guess you won’t mind if I do it again.”
Eren kisses Armin then, before the blonde can say anything else. Armin’s arms
come instinctively around Eren’s back to pull him closer, until they’re pressed
together from mouth to hip. Eren’s weight pushes Armin into the bed and he
groans into Eren’s mouth, feeling pleasantly smothered. He can feel Eren’s
clothed cock nestled against his own and Armin rubs himself against it
experimentally, pulling a moan from the brunette that he matches involuntarily.
Eren grinds down against Armin, breaking away from the kiss to bury his face in
his neck. “Armin…”
Eren’s breath is hot and moist against Armin’s neck, making the blonde shudder.
He rocks his hips up again, wrapping a leg around Eren’s for leverage. Pleasure
coils low in his belly as Eren moans again, breath ghosting over his throat.
The brunette is warm and heavy on top of him, but Armin suddenly craves more.
“Shirt,” Armin gasps out as Eren rubs their cocks together once more before
making a noise of affirmation. Armin’s already on the edge and it takes all of
his willpower to stop his hips from rolling upwards in response.
Armin can feel Eren’s cock throbbing against his as the boy sits back on his
haunches to pull off his shirt. He marvels are the expanse of Eren’s chest,
sorely tempted to trace the lines of burgeoning muscle. He starts to reach out
when Eren interrupts him by tugging on the hem of his shirt.
“Yours too,” he says, pushing up Armin’s shirt for him.
Armin’s skin tingles where Eren’s fingers touch and he squirms beneath him,
hearing Eren inhale sharply. Armin lifts himself to let Eren tug his shirt all
the off, then flops back to the bed. Armin pulls Eren back down to kiss him
eagerly and Eren doesn’t protest, instead opting to tangle his fingers into
Armin’s hair. Their kisses are messy and wet with inexperience, but Armin’s too
focused on the jolts of pleasure thundering through him to care.
Armin rolls his hips up against Eren’s repeatedly, reveling in the friction.
Eren groans and breaks away to press wet lips to the crook of Armin’s neck,
matching the blonde stroke for stroke. In the back of his mind, Armin feels
embarrassed by the little noises being forced out of him, but he’s so close to
coming that he can’t help himself either way.
Eren is whispering Armin’s name and that sets him off; his fingers dig into
Eren’s shoulders and he lets out a low moan, hips stuttering against Eren’s.
Eren bites down on Armin’s neck as he comes and the blonde’s hips snap up
sharply once more with a cry, smearing come over the insides of his pants.
Eren goes slack, pressing his hot face to Armin’s neck until his breaths even
out and return to normal.
Armin’s limbs feel like jello. He uncurls his fingers and lets his arms fall to
his sides, then mumbles, “You’re heavy, Eren…”
Eren rolls off of him to lie on his side and his eyes sweep over Armin as he
shifts to face him. The blonde looks delicate as he is, flushed pink from the
waist up, hair fanned out cross his pillows. Eren throws an arm over Armin’s
waist and says, after a brief moment, “I’m glad you asked me.”
“Really?” Armin snuggles up closer to Eren, twining their legs together. Armin
remembers that they’ve laid like this once before, when they were younger. It
feels both strange and familiar to be cuddling with Eren; it’s been a long time
since they even slept in the same room. Armin can feel Eren’s chin resting on
top of his head. “I thought maybe…”
Eren snorts. “Like I would do something I didn’t want to do.”
Armin smiles at that, then yawns. He has more questions, many more, but the
steady drum of Eren’s heart acts as lullaby, making him drowsy. Burying his
face in the brunette’s chest, he inhales the scent of him, part standard issue
soap, part something uniquely Eren. He sighs when Eren’s hold on him tightens.
In this moment, Armin doesn’t want for anything else.
End Notes
     omg this is a trainwreck I'm sorry y'all, I just really wanted an
     excuse to porn.
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