eremin at the beach :)

Chapter Nine

They got back home. By now, it was around dinnertime. They had a simple dinner, leftovers from the BBQ restaurant they went to earlier. After, they both agreed how tired they had been from the day.

They went into Armin's room and got ready for bed. He had turned on his spotify playlist and played the song "dirty clothes" by LOLA (AUTHOR'S NOTE: HIGHLY underrated artist, she has a spotify account and tiktok I recommend listening to her music!) and they both got ready for bed. Armin threw on a cotton baby blue shirt and pair of shorts with stupid cute strawberries on them. He didn't care enough to choose different ones, so he said "whatever" and just went with it. He brushed his hair and smiled into the mirror, noticing how much nicer he looked since Eren had arrived, with them being outside most of the day he had developed a light tan and his hair was literally golden. His eyes were a bit lighter, because he hadn't been reading or looking on his phone as much as usual. He brushed his teeth and got out of the bathroom so Eren could have his turn.

Armin sat on the bed and checked his phone to see the time. By now, it was about 9PM. He laid back and closed his eyes for a second, just enjoying the moment. As he opened them, he noticed Eren's shirt on the bed.

Out of pure curiosity, he grabbed it and put his nose beside it, taking a sniff. Oh my gosh, it smelled amazing. Like honey and spearmint. Armin loved it, was basically obsessed. As he was busy relishing in the scent, he thought. He wanted more of it. He wanted to use it as a pillowcase, surely it would help him sleep better. Would Eren be ok if Armin just suffocated in it for a minute? Before he knew it, Armin had spoken too soon. The bathroom door opened up, revealing Eren with a curious look on his face and just a pair of green shorts. "What are you doing there, Armin?" he said, laughing a little. "Uh," he quickly thought of an excuse, "just- you know- buttoning this back-" this made Eren laugh even more. "Buttoning what? It doesn't even have buttons." Armin looked away shyly, blushing. "I- I meant-" he didn't get to finish. 

Eren jumped on top of him, pinning him down onto the bed, smirking and relishing in the view of Armin looking so flushed. "Is this what you like?" Armin wasn't able to speak. Honestly, yes, this was exactly what he wanted, but how in the heck could he say normally that he absolutely wanted Eren to rail him? Not exactly possible. Especially, since they'd been best friends since they were like, ten or so. (AUTHOR'S NOTE: I felt so dirty writing that :p) 

Armin momentarily couldn't breathe. Eren just looked so good. Without his shirt, his abs, tanned skin, brown hair falling behind his ears, that slight smirk, and those eyes with a flame hidden inside them. "Just kidding." Eren said, thankfully. Then, it just got worse for Armin. Eren plopped down on top of him, laughing and throwing his arms around Armin's head. "This is probably better." Eren stated. It most DEFINATELY was not. Armin was engulfed in Eren's soft skin, body heat, and that delicious scent. He couldn't stand it. "E- Eren, please..." he tried to explain. "I- can't- breathe-" he gasped. Eren rolled off of Armin, letting him rest. Eren laid back, laughing his head off. "Your face was so red" he said, not making Armin feel any better, or his erection lower one bit. "Dumbass." Armin said. 

"Goodnight Armin" Eren said, "Goodnight" Armin responded. He turned off the light, and faced the opposite direction of Eren on the small bed. After an hour or two, Armin woke up, because he felt uncomfortably warm. He looked down, and noticed Eren's bare arms embracing him, as Eren was spooning him. The butterflies returned to his stomach. He wanted to move, to get out of this position before he got too warm, but something stopped him from moving a muscle. 

Eren just looked so... peaceful... especially with the elegant ray of moonlight shining across his face which had a slight smile. Not a fake smile, like the one Armin had seen so often on him, when his mom or Mikasa were talking to him, but a real smile. One that suited him beautifully with his chin-length chocolate hair. He finally looked free. Like he had found what he'd been searching for for years.

These were the thoughts that stopped Armin from moving, and brought him a smile. He relaxed into Eren's strong arms and closed his eyes, dozing off, with the same ray of moonlight bringing him peace.