Eremin Stuff

Restless Nights

Armin found himself tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable in his stiff bed. He had lost track of how long he'd been laying there, wide awake. It was obvious to him that the other soldiers-in-training in the room were all asleep by now.

Armin turned over once again, to now face his best friend's back. "Eren?" He whispered towards the other bed, trying not to be too loud as to not wake anyone else.

When he got no response, Armin sat up, then stood from his bed, walking around to the other side of Eren's with careful steps. "Eren? You awake?" He whispered once more, but as he got to Eren's other side it was obvious the boy was asleep.

Armin found his breath taken away as he looked at Eren's face. His usual hardened expression was gone, he looked so peaceful. His features were softened, he seemed so vulnerable and fragile. Armin even thought that the small trickle of drool coming from his mouth was adorable.

Armin couldn't help the small blush from forming on his cheeks. It was no secret that Armin had a major crush on his best friend, it was blatantly obvious to everyone but Eren himself.

Armin sighed, and sat down on the edge of Eren's bed, wanting to look at him just a little longer. It wasn't often he got to see Eren like this- after all, Armin was usually the one to fall asleep first.

Subconsciously, Armin's hand traveled up to Eren's hair, and he started fondling a piece between his fingers. It was surprisingly soft and smooth, and soon Armin felt addicted to the feeling. He kept playing with the other boy's hair for what felt like forever, until freezing at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Armin..." Eren muttered, barely audible.

Armin completely tensed up, frozen in place. Oh crap oh crap, did I wake him up?!

To his relief, Armin realized that Eren was only sleep talking. Knowing this fact, he calmed down, relaxing once again. But, Eren had said his name, did that mean he was dreaming about him?

Once again, Armin blushed, but resumed playing with Eren's hair. It had to be just an innocent dream; Eren didn't even realize his very obvious feelings, let alone return them.

Getting lost in his thoughts, Armin's hand moved down to Eren's face, and he began tracing his features. His fingers brushed delicately over Eren's jawline, feeling his smooth skin. Armin caressed his face, rubbing his thumb over Eren's cheek. Oh how badly he wanted to kiss those inviting lips, and pull him closer to himself and never let go.

Armin leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on Eren's forehead. He looked around the room, making sure everyone was still asleep, before sliding himself in beneath the covers of Eren's bed. Surely, he wouldn't mind, right? Armin could always make up an excuse in the morning if Eren happened to wake up first.

Finally, Armin was able to drift off to sleep.

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Eren blinked open his eyes to the bright morning sunlight coming into the room. Before sitting up, he stopped, noticing a warmth by his side.

Turning his head, Eren was surprised to see Armin asleep next to him, clinging onto his arm. He felt heat rise to his face, but decided not to move. It was strange to him, but he didn't dislike this closeness.

I think I'll stay here for a while....