Cosplay Husband

24. Valentine's Gay

EREN: "God, hold still; I swear if you're this squirmy when you fuck Armin I--" Marco muttered.

"Stop saying I'm going to have sex with Armin," I cut in, "he's uncomfortable with it."

"I'm not saying doing him would help him, but maybe he would feel better about it if he understood you weren't there to hurt him." Marco finished tying my bow tie and put his hands on his hips. "There."

"Thanks," I said, glancing in the mirror. "Where are you and Jean going tonight?"

"We're going for dinner and a show, then back to his place so we can FUCK!" Marco replied.

I started to wish I hadn't asked.

"Well, have fun with that." I said.

"Oh we will." Marco closed the door to my dorm behind him.

I knocked on the door to Armin's dorm.

Marco opened it up. "Oh Armin, someone's waiting for you."

Armin appeared, wearing a dress shirt under a blue vest with a matching tie. "Hey Eren, you look good."

"You do, too." I kissed his cheek. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah. Bye Marco, have fun with Jean," Armin closed the door behind him.

"Oh we will!" Marco repeated.

"Where are we driving to?" Armin asked.

"Your house." I answered simply.

"Why? Aren't we going anywhere?"

"Yeah, fancy restaurant," I said offhandedly.

"But why are we going to my house first?"

"You'll see."

I pulled up into Armin's driveway, the gravel crunching under the tires.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and crossed to Armin's side, opening his door for him and helping him out the way a footman would have escorted a princess. Armin blushed and giggled as he stepped out. I hooked my arm around his and escorted him into his house.

Standing by the door in a suit and tie was his grandfather.

"Bienvenue, Monsieurs, to Chez Arlert," his grandpa announced in a terribly entertaining French accent.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Armin questioned.

"Monsieur, I prefer to be called 'Waiter'." His grandpa answered. "Or, in a few moments, 'Chef'. May I take you to your table?"

"Sure," Armin's smile stretched from ear-to-ear. "Did you set this all up?" He whispered to me as we followed his grandpa over to the dining room table.

I pulled out Armin's chair for him, and he sat down. The table was covered in a crisp white linen, and there was an empty bottle of sparkling grape juice from New Year's on the table with a candle jutting out of it, like a makeshift candelabra. The wax slowly crept down neck of the bottle, dripping onto a sheet of wax paper underneath it.

"This is really cool..." Armin tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear.

"I'm glad you like it so far, but you haven't seen anything yet." I grinned.

Archie Arlert returned to the table with two wine glasses, filling them with grape soda. I'll admit I would've liked to try actual wine for once, but I remembered how childish I still was and I wanted to relish in that moment.

"Tonight's special will be the chef's famous spaghetti and meatballs, with homemade garlic bread. For dessert, there will be strawberry shortcake." He said.