How You Really Are | Jearmin

Chapter 5

When Jean woke up at first he was somewhat disoriented, taking a moment for him to remember that he was at Armin's house.

He was warm and comfortable, taking a lot of work to get the strength to get up and go to school.

Armin was no longer next to him, he had probably woken up first. The first thing Jean thought about was that he hoped he hadn't bothered him by sharing a bed with him last night.

It takes a couple more seconds before the brunette fully reacts: Armin had woken up first.

Oh shit, he was hoping he had changed position while he slept because if the boy had woken up with Jean hugging him then that would be very awkward and weird.

Like, he didn't even know how he had come to make that decision or actually do it. He slept very well, the feeling was beautiful and his heart just felt that way differently in a good way... But of course it was still weird.

He rolled onto his side and raised his head to see the room.

For a moment his heart stopped when he saw Armin sitting on the edge of the bed bare-chested, about to put on his uniform shirt.

It took him a moment to calm that strange sensation in his chest and his nerves. What was that? He had seen Marco and Connie dress in front of him thousands of times, also Reiner, Bertholdt or Eren in the school showers after practice. It was no different, it was fine and it was normal because they are all men.

Jean sat up and cleared his throat, making Armin turn around.

"Ah, Jean, you already woke up. Good morning," he mentions, sliding his shirt to his shoulders. "I didn't wake you up because we still have time, don't worry."

"Oh yeah," he agrees.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks kindly.

"Yes. You? Didn't I bother you?" Armin shakes his head, a kind smile on his face. "Great."

Armin turns his head back to the front, probably about to button his shirt.

"I've already showered, there's still hot water so you can do it whenever you want, I left everything ready," he says, while he adjusts his shirt.

Jean didn't really hear him, distracted by the movement of the left sleeve of Armin's garment sliding off his shoulder and onto his forearm.

The younger clicks his tongue and tries to reposition it.

At that moment the younger one approached him, being almost against his back and letting himself be carried away to the point of leaving a soft kiss on the blonde's shoulder.

The latter opened his eyes in surprise when he felt it, froze and his heart stopped.

Jean just believed that he looked so cute like that, so desirable and irresistible in the cutest way possible. With his smooth skin, his thin and small frame, his back, his shoulders, his arms.

He left another warm kiss there and then another on his neck, being slow but with a clear vibe of sensuality surrounding him.

Armin tilted his head, closing his eyes and letting himself be carried away, feeling sweet kisses on his neck and gentle but firm hands on his waist.

He slowly turned his head from him, without opening his eyes. He allowed his lips to brush against Jean's and his hand to touch his bare abdomen.

The kisses at first are slow but deep, with heavy breaths in between and hearing every little sound of his lips parting before they come back together.

Then the brunette helps the Arlert turn and puts a hand on the nape of his neck, guiding the position of his head and intertwining his fingers between the strands of damp golden hair.