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A Break	By : MinamiHakari Category: +. to F > Attack on Titan /Shingeki No Kyojin Views: 3268 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan and I do not profit or make money from this fanfic. That being said, this is in Mature for a reason and is an m/m pairing.

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So I’ve decided on trying to do an every week update on this story and will let you know if that changes.
A Break: Clear
Eren slowly slides his manhood between Armin’s thighs, basking in the pleasure the friction brought him but even more so in the hushed plea for ‘more’ from the boy in front of him. They lay in their makeshift bed, naked from the waist down, on their sides with Armin’s back to him but he could still hear the plea clearly in the silence of the night. He doesn’t waste any time complying and even though he’d never done this before, he instinctually knows what comes next. Reaching between them, he repositions his rod at the entrance to Armin’s body and pushes past the hot ring of skin there, reveling in the wide mouthed moan he draws from the teen before him. He replaces his arm around Armin and reaches under his shirt. The skin there was damp from sweat but it didn’t bother him. In fact it thrilled him to know Armin was hot and excited to be taking his flesh within his body. So he palms Armin’s chest and in one fluid thrust of his hips, embeds himself in Armin as he pulls his body tighter to his own. They both grunt in pleasure. Wisps of blond hair tickle Eren’s face and he buries his face in the locks, inhaling deeply to immerse himself in all that was Armin. This is too good to be true, he thinks, letting the fresh scent of sweat and sweet earthy undertones assault his nostrils. And then it hit him and he jerks. It was coming to him; the realization that this wasn’t real. But he undulates his hips, massaging Armin’s insides with his length, trying to hold on to the farce a little longer. The pleasure was real enough. The scent was real enough. He jerks again and everything is gone.
Opening his eyes, Eren tries to remember where he is and why he felt so disappointed. He could tell he was just dreaming about something nice, really nice, but he couldn’t remember clearly what had been going on and it annoyed the hell out of him. It’s always the good ones that slip away, he bemoans. But it had felt real enough. Felt? Eren muses. Then he feels it—coming out of his sleep induced drowsiness—the body flush against his own, the bud of skin beneath his fingertips, and the tresses of hair in his face. What in the world was he doing? Why was he holding his friend like this, hand under his shirt and pressing their bodies together? He shivers as a chill hits the back of his neck and he suddenly remembers the events of the day before as the last fog of sleep retreats from his mind. Of course, he was only doing this to keep them both warm. But then why was his face buried in Armin’s hair? He inhales the strong scent of his friend. Why was there such heat in his groin? He shifts his hips back and forth. Oh God, Eren’s eyes go wide. Why was he pressing his morning wood into the curve of Armin’s ass? He lurches away suddenly from the shock of turning what he had wanted to be innocent bonding he would remember fondly into an obviously—whether he could remember it or not—depraved wet dream about his best friend.
Eren’s attempt to get away quickly is hindered by the arm so far up Armin’s shirt that he had been touching the boy’s nipple and he yanks the shirt with him, effectively turning Armin around and rudely waking the blond. Teal stares at drowsy ice blue in shock and Eren thinks he just might die as realization dawns in the eyes opposite him. Blue eyes glance down to where Eren’s hand, frozen in terror, was still entangled in the blond’s shirt and blink in confusion.
“What are you doing?” Armin questions, but before Eren has a chance to answer, his mind answers for him and he jerks away, making the same mistake Eren had before getting yanked back by the fabric of his shirt still caught up on the older teen’s arm. He grabs at his shirt and disengages it from the arm frozen there and he hurries to leave the sleeping sac, having to shimmy across and over the brunette. Along the way something hard jabs him in the abdomen and it stops him midway in shock. His head whips upward to look Eren in the face in astonishment and he’s met with wide horrified eyes. He’s sure his eyes mirror the look as his attention narrows on his own aching wood against Eren’s thigh. What was I doing in my sleep? Armin blames himself for the predicament, but doesn’t have time to ponder on it further as Eren finally liberates himself from his inert state. Eren shoves him off him back into the sleeping bag and scrambles up. He cringes in empathetic pain when he witnesses Eren scramble out of the bag and to his feet too quickly to remember the roof of their temporary shelter was too low to stand under.
Eren bangs his head on the ice blocks above them and drops to a knee, holding his head in pain. He didn’t know which was worse: the pain in his head and the embarrassment of making a fool of himself, or the embarrassment of being caught with a hard on after having his hand under his best friend’s shirt. Either one was enough to have him scurrying for the entrance to the igloo, and he grabs his coat on the way out.
The chill that blasts him in the face and the blinding white that greets him as he climbs outside are welcomed distractions and he throws his coat over his shoulders, leaving it open so the cool air could calm his heated body. He didn’t know if he was still hot from the feeling of having Armin’s ass pressed against his groin or from the embarrassment but it didn’t matter as the cold shocked his erection to beat a hasty retreat and cooled his flushed cheeks. Widening his eyes from the slits he had narrowed them into as his eyes adjust to the brightness around him, he inhales deeply and sighs lengthily. The storm from the previous day and night had all but disappeared, leaving no trace of the thick grey clouds in the sky. Copious amounts of snow was the only proof there’d been a blizzard now as the sun shined brightly in the sky, conspiring with the snow to blind him. He brings a hand up to shield his eyes as he tilts his head back and notes that the sun was already half way to its highest point in the sky which made it mid-morning already. The fact that Shadis hadn’t allowed them to bring any pocket watches on the mission, insisting they learn how to tell time by the sun, was bullshit and he huffs in disapproval.
Armin just lies there. A little miffed at being thrown aside but he couldn’t blame Eren. It was embarrassing to feel your friend’s morning wood but it’s not like they could help their body’s natural morning phenomena right. Maybe he shouldn’t have overreacted again and frozen up, making Eren self-conscious enough to run away. He couldn’t help that either though. Memories of the night before had returned to him at feeling Eren against him. Armin blushes. I couldn’t help it, he thinks and recalls waking in the middle of the night and, upon finding Eren holding him so close, snuggling his butt against the boy behind him. It had scared him to feel the flaccid bulge at his rear harden a bit at the stimulation but not enough to move. Eren was so warm. The warmth encouraged him to snuggle his back into the firm chest and wrap Eren’s arm tighter, who knows what else he’d done in the haze of sleep. He feels the heat in his face move to his ears. There was no way he was the cause of this morning’s debacle, was there? Why couldn’t he stop messing things up? Armin reaches above his head scrapes some snow loose from the ground before scrubbing it against his face. Damn that’s cold, he thinks but he needed to clear his head and that did the trick.
Shuffling behind Eren catches his attention but he doesn’t turn around until he hears the sweet voice.
“Here,” Armin says, holding out Eren’s rolled pack and gear, as well as his snow pants. Once again he had taken it upon himself to roll the packs back up and settle their gear. He watches as Eren takes the pants and shoves his booted feet into the legs, forcing the article of clothing on. “Uh,” Armin tries, but doesn’t get to continue.
“Thanks. Let’s get moving. We don’t know how much the storm slowed everyone else down. No doubt Shadis will want us to finish the mission regardless,” Eren says after taking the rest of his stuff from Armin. He tosses his pack on his back, straps on his gear, and starts up an arduous march towards the peak of the mountain. Maybe if he played it off and didn’t make a big deal about it Armin would forget about it and he could maintain their friendship. He wasn’t willing to lose that if the conversation went belly up.
Armin sighs and grudgingly follows. Again, Eren was keeping his distance, and it was his fault. He really shouldn’t keep overreacting and he wonders if there was any way to remedy the situation and get back the comfort they once had. Recently, every little touch had been making him self-conscious when it hadn’t before. Recalling the previous night when he had struggled in Eren’s hold has him sighing again and thinking remediation was hopeless after all. Why was he suddenly like this? After Shinganshina, without his grandpa, he, Eren, and Mikasa had always only had each other to count on and often leaned on one another for support and kept each other warm when there was no one else there to rely on. It had only been since they had entered the trainee camp that he’d noticed Eren’s distance and in turn noticed his own reluctance to ask about it. Maybe it was because Eren was uncomfortable now without Mikasa, since the girls had their own sleeping quarters? “Ah,” a short gasp escapes him as his foot catches in the snow and he stumbles forward. He catches himself on a knee.
“You ok?” Eren asks, hearing the surprised gasp and turning around in time to see Armin just save himself from a face full of snow.
“Yeah,” Armin replies, standing fully and brushing his pants off. “Wasn’t paying attention to where I was going is all?” he explains.
“What’s up?” Eren inquires, waiting for Armin to come abreast before continuing their trek.
“Just wondering how Mikasa and the others are doing?” Armin lies. His thoughts on Mikasa hadn’t reached that tangent at all but had briefly flickered on resentment before he’d tripped. He didn’t know why but the thought of Eren only being comfortable with him while they were all together bothered him.
“Oh,” Eren sighs. The thought had crossed his mind—that Mikasa was probably done by now and how if they were allowed to partner with the girls she’d have been his first choice given her genius abilities—but knowing the mission could possibly last overnight Shadis had been wary of co-ed partnering. His thoughts had quickly transformed into jealousy though when they had progressed to wonder how far along Jean was in their mission and that his rival had wanted to partner with Armin, who hadn’t turned out to be a bad choice after all. He realized Armin was a close second to Mikasa and he was happy with his choice. They’d survived the night even if it was with some difficulty and he’d gotten a fond memory even if in the end it would just remain such. Eren’s shaken from his thoughts when a hand jostles his arm.
“Eren look!” Armin alerts.
“What? What’s wrong?” Eren unholsters his hand triggers and arms them with blades in a flash.
“No,” Armin chides, eyes wide in shock at how fast Eren always looked for a fight. “Put those away,” he orders. “I found the herb we’re looking for.”
“What? Where?” Eren sheathes his swords and glances around. All he sees is white on the ground. He returns his attention to Armin when the boy sighs exasperatedly. “Whaaat?” Eren drones.
“You didn’t pay attention to the class before the mission at all did you,” the blond accuses.
“I just don’t see what botany has to do with killing Titans. Plus shouldn’t most plants be dead. It’s freezing,” Eren says, unwilling to really acknowledge the question with an answer. To say the least he was just a little more than distracted that class as it was after they had been told to pick partners for the then unknown assignment, so no he hadn’t been paying attention.
“Well, when the herb can be used for a salve for wounds as well as having anesthetic properties, I’d say, a lot,” Armin retorts, though he tries to ignore the fact that more often than not, Titans didn’t leave injured, let alone injured capable enough to return to battle later. But the herb was still a valuable asset. “Anyways, the plant is alive. Up there,” he continues and points to a tree.
“How do you know?” The brunette looks up into the thickly clustered branches, of the tree before them, which were covered and weighed down by snow. Something vaguely rang a bell from class that this tree was different from all the rest nearby and that that fact was important.
Armin frowns at Eren’s confusion. Had Eren really gone into the mission completely unprepared except stealing extra rations? He shakes his head in disbelief. “This herb flourishes in high altitudes and low temperatures,” Armin starts briefly before unholstering his hand-triggers. “And only grows on the lower branches of this type of tree, which seldom grows interspersed with the other trees and has more branches than its counterparts.” Why did he feel like he was doing all the thinking for this mission? He realizes it didn’t bother him, especially as Eren’s face expresses understanding. It was endearing and he smiles. At least he was having fun, which is more than what he thinks would have been happening with Jean. Boy that would have been an awkward trip. He didn’t know why the teen had randomly asked him to partner like that when he usually paired up with Marco, but the freckled boy had looked put out and immediately seemed to retaliate by walking away to ask a random boy whose name he didn’t recall to be his partner. Armin was happy Eren had saved him, and not a second too soon, from being put in the middle of what appeared to be dissidence between friends. The thought prompts another. “We should hurry if we want to beat Jean,” Armin urges, turning fully to the tree and firing his grappling wire into the bark above a limb. He whizzes up to the branch and shakily acquires footing on the snow covered appendage. “If we’re lucky, he and Connie might have overlooked the trees like you, since they’re covered in so much snow,” he shouts down to Eren as he brushes excess snow from the junction of where the trunk of the tree met the limb and starts scraping off the moss like green he finds there. Anasthyrrh, he thinks. It was beautiful. Green with a blue tinge, sparkling with crystals of frost still clinging to it. It reminded him of someone’s eyes. The limb he’s on shakes and he looks behind him, barely steadying himself, and comes face to face with those teal orbs.
“I know you’re not implying that I’m as unobservant and useless as that horse-face and dull light bulb,” Eren glares, forearms resting on his thighs lazily, as he intimidatingly squats a few feet away on the same branch as his blond companion. He smirks at Armin’s quickly flustered demeanor.
“N-no, that’s not what I meant,” Armin defends hurriedly as he stuffs the side pockets of his pack with the foliage he’d gathered and turns back to scrape off more. They needed at least a pound between the two of them for the mission to be viewed a success. He hears Eren stand with a huff.
“That wasn’t very convincing,” Eren says, stepping forward. Crick.
“What was that?” Armin pauses and asks with some urgency, now ignoring Eren’s teasing. Creek.
“What’s what?” Eren questions, raising his foot to move closer to the blond.
“Don’t mo-.” But it was too late. Eren’s foot fell. Crack. Armin’s world tilts on axis and then he’s falling, flailing his arms in panic before stopping with a jolt in midair. His eyes blink at the ground, still several feet below him, white now littered with blue-green shrubbery and the limb they’d just been perched on. There’s a twinge of pain from his left shoulder and he looks up. Eren held him by his left arm tightly, intent on not letting him go. He could see it in his eyes and he releases a relieved sigh. “Thanks,” he credits but as he jerks slightly he knows he spoke too soon. Shtick.
“Shit,” Eren curses suddenly, feeling himself falling again. In his haste he knew he hadn’t grappled his hook properly and had felt it pin shallowly into the side of the tree and not sink dead center like it should have. And now he couldn’t even attempt again because he was facing down away from anything that could provide leverage. Instead he pulls Armin into his arms, attempting to turn them midair using the gas so he takes the brunt of the fall but they descend too quickly and he lands on top of the blond with a cushioned thud in the snow. “Uh,” he grunts in pain as his left hand it squashed between Armin’s back pack and the ground. “God damn it,” he cusses, voice muffled by Armin’s shoulder. He goes limp in relief. At least they were alive, right? “Armin, you ok?” Eren asks, shifting his face to look at the blond. He shuffles to lean over Armin, face to face, when he doesn’t get an answer but is met with closed eyes. Was Armin not breathing? He glances down at Armin’s chest but is unable to tell if the chest is rising and falling thru the thickness of the winter coat. His eyes return to the pale face before him. There were no puffs of warm breath escaping the small gap between his lips. No way, Eren dreads. There was no way he’d literally knocked the wind out of Armin to the extent where he’d killed him. He hurriedly sits up and unzips his partner’s coat. His hands pause on the boy’s chest for a fraction of a second, his thoughts reeling. Wait. Was it compressions and then breaths or breaths and then compressions? He leans back down towards Armin’s lips and pinches the nostrils of the small nose. His lips brush the warm chapped lips beneath and he would have relished the feeling if it weren’t for the urgency of the situation and the sudden sharp inhale that steals his breath as lips arch into his, forcing their lips to clasp tightly. Every muscle in his body tenses, leaving him immobilized, and he couldn’t even imagine what this looked like to the boy beneath him. Scratch that. His mind was running a mile a second with different thoughts on the scenario. It looks like I’m taking advantage of him. I am. I’m saving his life. I’m still on top of him. I saved his life. He came up into it. I should move. Is this his first kiss? This is my first kiss. Does this even count?…They were endless and his eyes stare horridly at the ones now open before him.
There was a thud and then nothing. An unbearable weight crushed the breath out of his lungs. There was a muffled voice. His lungs burned unable to catch any air to answer. The load lightened but still nothing. The burn spread and his diaphragm twitches. Armin suddenly sucks in, arching at the force of need for oxygen to enter his lungs and his lips collide with flesh. The occurrence puzzles him and the singular possibility of what it could possibly be has his eyes popping open and what he sees momentarily paralyzes his body. Once again petrified eyes met his but this time worlds closer. Was this his doing again? His mouth was tilted up into Eren’s with no prompting from the brunette above him and a brief thought tells him he should level his head so they’ll disengage but he couldn’t move. Was he in shock? But whether he’d leaned up or not, what was Eren doing on top of him in the first place? A hot breath flows over his face from the nose above him as Eren breathes and he groans, realizing he couldn’t do the same. The fingers at his nose suddenly release and it hits him as Eren finally rises—going slowly as if he didn’t really know what he was doing. Eren had been trying to perform CPR when he’d unintentionally turned the gesture into something else. He licks his lips and brings his hand to them absentmindedly at the taste of peppermint. It was most likely from the herbs they chewed to stave off bad breath and cleanse their mouths when they couldn’t afford the luxury of proper hygiene in the middle of nowhere like this. There was a hint of something else though. He licks his lips again more purposefully and catches the hint of cinnamon. It was just like Eren to spice things up. The taste stirs something in his belly, especially when the movement of his tongue prompts Eren’s eyes to look at his lips briefly, and he shifts his hips uncomfortably. No apprehensively; but in a good or a bad way. He noticed that having the body above him gave him a different sensation than earlier when he’d been atop the teen now straddling him but he’s unable to fully decipher the difference when it’s Eren again who removes himself from him. Shit, he scolds himself, stilling his hips again. But it was too late. He had taken his own advice of not freezing up any more to the opposite side of the spectrum and had practically ground his groin into Eren’s.
Eren practically throws himself from Armin and scurries several feet away a few seconds after the blond breaks the paralyzing kiss. Could he even call it that? I was just trying to… “I-I’m sorry,” Eren blurts. “I was just trying to revive you. You…” Eren trails off, feeling stupid after hearing the words out loud. In his head they had sounded plausible but obviously Armin hadn’t needed any reviving. He was clearly breathing fine on his own without any help on his part and a simple jostle would have probably sufficed. “You.” He what? Kissed you. No, don’t even throw that word out there. You were leaning into him, he tells himself. And what was with moving his hips. Could he feel that he’d gotten hard so fast from locking lips? From being in such a dominant position over him. Could he feel it thru the thick pants? Had he suspected and been trying to suss that out? “I...I.” He looks at the blue eyes just watching him fumble over his words and he averts his gaze. There had to be a distraction from those questioning eyes. His eyes fall on the teal herbs forgotten in the snow and he reaches for a cluster. “I’m sorry,” he finally gets out, repeating himself.
“It’s ok,” Armin says, sitting up. Why was Eren the one apologizing? “I’m the one who should—,” he tries but pauses at Eren’s adamant head shaking. He was going to do it again. Armin could feel it. He could see it in the way Eren’s eyes scoured the ground. Eren wanted to just ignore it again like it hadn’t happened. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just laugh at it like they used to. They’d had weird misunderstandings before. I mean it was just a kiss. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at the ludicrous thought. It wasn’t even a kiss. Unless Eren was mad at him because he thought it was. Do I make Eren that uncomfortable even if it was a mistake?
Another clump of flora catches Eren’s eye and he collects that too. “If you’re ok now, we should gather the rest and get going.” It looked likely to be a little past noon already and if they didn’t get going soon they’d end up spending another night outside in an igloo and he definitely couldn’t do that again now. He nods his head to the remaining moss that was scattered closer to Armin and the fallen branch, but he once again ascends into the tree, creating more distance between them. There was still foliage to be harvested up there and it wouldn’t require getting within 15 feet of his friend. The task doesn’t take them more than five minutes though and soon Eren’s leading their return to camp in silence, imposing another demanding pace and walking ahead by several feet.
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Returning to camp, quicker than Armin ever thought possible, the answer to his question had been a resounding ‘yes.’ As he watched Eren allow Mikasa, who had finished hours earlier, to fawn over him worriedly and tend his sprained wrist. It was clear. As Jean arrived an hour later and Eren had immediately rubbed it in his face, consequently getting into a tussle with the other brunette. It was clear. He made Eren uneasy. And if that was the case there was nothing to do but avoid the boy because he couldn’t take Eren trying to pretend everything was ok when it clearly wasn’t. Eren didn’t hide things. He was boisterous and straightforward. But Eren was putting on an act of friendship now and he couldn’t take that. If he just avoided Eren, he’d save the older boy the trouble. Without a word to anyone, he slips out of the crowding mess hall and heads back to the residence hall, ok with skipping dinner as he was still full from the two ration bars he’d had during the walk back. It’s clear what I have to do.
A/N (ie. my long ramblings): Hope ya’ll enjoyed the little tease at the beginning. I give credit to a reviewer from another site for the inspiration on the part of explaining how Eren and Armin aren't comfortale with each other recently though they had to get thru tough times with each other as children (Thank you JustAh...). In case there are any questions as far as the flora, I made it up. Lastly, sorry if the end seems a bit rushed and doesn’t flow with the rest of the chapter, but I was starting to lose sight of where I wanted this part to go and didn’t want to ruin what I felt was a good beginning with an increasingly lousy ending. Trust me though; it’s a means to an end. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it all and if you did please review and let me know.
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