A love that doesnt die

THE CITY OF LOVE SEX AND JEAN

WARNING!!! Lots of yaoi in the next chapter! You can keep reading but you've been warned!!!
ARMINS POV
The plane ride took a long while. The last thing Armin did was laying his head on jeans shoulder. Some one whispered something in his ear. "Hey beautiful were here." He opened his eyes. "What?" He saw Jean. His handsome Jean. He smiled. "Paris?" Jean nodded. "Yes, Paris." They were escorted off the plane and into Paris, France. "Jean! This is-" Jean pulled him close. "Lovely?" Armin laughed. "No I was going to say 'gorgeous beyond compare' but lovely can work." Jean ruffled his hair. "Okay smarty pants let's go to our hotel." the hotel they checked into was very pretty. It was a baby blue with gold rim. The blonde smiled. "Wow Jean! How did you afford this?" Jean smirked. "My mom." Armin hugged him. "Thanks so much!" Jean hugged back. "No problem sweetie." They walked up to there room and when Jean opened the door, armin gawked in awe. "This is amazing Jean.." Jean pushed him to the bed. "J-jean?" The taller boy smashed his lips to armins. He was shocked but he kissed back anyway. After a long while, both boys in their boxers, panting heavily, Jean spoke up. "Armin are you sure?" Armin nodded. This set Jean off.  He planted a kiss onto jeans lips.   The next hour was filled with bed creaking and soft moans. Armin panted softly. "Jesus Christ" Jean smirked at this. "So...What does the city of love mean to you?" Armin smirked back. "You mean the city of love, sex, and jean? I could live here." Jean blushed at this. They soon fell asleep in each other's arms, with love filling the atmosphere.

Many years later! (Sorry)
Jean had asked armin to marry him and of course he "HELL YEAH" and they are still living together all happy and loving each other.