August 7 - Skinny-dipping

(alternate version! - though I never did end up finishing the original...)

A/N: Anyone who's read With You - Alternate knows how I am about anything marked "alternate". Basically? Very NSFW - and wonderfully smutty. Seriously. THIS CHAPTER IS WHY THIS FUCKING THING IS RATED "M" FOR MATURE. And you thought the AU was bad... :3

Armin was curled up on his side, head resting on Jean's shoulder as he relaxed. Jean traced his fingers over his back lightly. He looked down, a little frustrated with himself. There were dark purple hickeys over Armin's shoulder. He bore his own marks with pride, though they always faded so much faster than Armin's.

The creek was just a few steps away, babbling as it trickled over the the rocks in the shallow portion just upstream. There was a tiny waterfall that led to the deeper portion where Jean was anxious to jump in. He felt sticky from the cum that had dried over his skin. He tapped Armin's shoulder a few times and waited for him to look up.

His big blue eyes looked tired, as always. Jean smirked a little and bent his head to plant a wet kiss on Armin's forehead. "Let's go for a swim." Armin nodded and sat up, yawning. Jean could see the bite mark he'd left, and frowned. He covered it with his palm. "I'm sorry…"

Armin just smiled and covered Jean's hand with his own. "Don't be." He put one hand on Jean's thigh and stood. He offered Jean his hand to stand. Jean accepted it and they headed for the little pool that trickled out into another small creek. He slipped down into the water with Armin.

"Come here." He captured Armin in his arms and began to run his hands over Armin's skin, washing away the sweat and cum that lingered over him. Armin was doing the same to him, his hands lingering and teasing. Jean groaned as Armin slipped a finger inside of him and nibbled at his shoulder. He gave Armin's hardening dick a soft squeeze and let his head fall back. Armin's lips went to his throat and planted soft kisses up to his jaw. Armin was stroking him back to erection, though Jean wasn't sure how he managed it.

He couldn't stay on his feet. He gripped Armin's waist with one arm and pulled his hand from behind him with the other. He half swam back towards the little waterfall. There were rocks behind it, and just enough space for him to sit, as he'd discovered so much earlier. The moment he was seated, Armin was climbing into his lap. One of his hands went to Jean's hair and pulled his head back as he covered his neck in more feather-light kisses, saving the marks for Jean's chest and shoulders where they were hidden under his clothes.

"Armin…" Jean groaned again. His hands gripped Armin's waist when Armin's hand found his dick once more. He bent forward and rested his forehead on Armin's shoulder. "I can't."

"I think you can," Armin whispered into his ear, redoubling his efforts. Jean knew Armin was right, but he was exhausted. Squirming around on Jean's lap, Armin lifted himself higher. He guided Jean's hand around to his ass and waited.

"Are you sure?" Jean stared at him hard, his hand drifting closer to where he knew Armin wanted him. Armin nodded, so he pushed one finger inside of him. Armin's gasp came right into Jean's ear. One of his hands tightened around Jean's dick as the other gripped at his shoulder to support himself. Jean added another finger, slowly moving inside of Armin.

Armin was almost panting in Jean's ear, muttering soft words Jean couldn't understand but felt he knew the meaning of all the same. He grunted as Armin's hand tightened around him. He moved his fingers faster, pressing deeper each time.

"Please, Jean!" He wasn't accustomed to this. Armin begging for his touch instead of the other way around was new and exciting, but horribly terrifying at the same time. He pulled his fingers out of Armin and helped him lower himself onto Jean's dick. He was so tight…

"Relax," he muttered, moving one hand to Armin's back and rubbing the space just over his ass in circles. Armin's hands were on both of his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as he bent his head forward, his hair covering his face. It took a moment, but Armin's muscles relaxed and Jean was sliding inside of him slowly. Armin was shaking and gasping. "Take your time." He was trying to wait until Armin was more comfortable, but he could feel every muscle each time Armin moved. He groaned when Armin shifted forward and raised his hips.

Jean kept his hands on Armin's hips, supporting him as he moved, but also keeping him from going too fast. Armin moved lower again, his teeth latching onto Jean's shoulder as Jean filled him. He squeezed Jean closer and pressed his lips to Jean's ear. "Faster, Jean… Please…"

Hearing those words, Jean relaxed his hold on Armin's hips and let him move. He shifted forward and lifted himself up. Jean found his dick and squeezed, stroking him as he arched his back and sank back down. Using his free arm, Jean supported Armin as he moved, increasing his pace by small degrees.

Being inside of Armin was incredible. He could feel every muscle spasm, every breath. Armin ground his hips down and Jean moaned into his ear, stroking him harder and faster. He wouldn't last much longer, and he wanted Armin to finish with him. Every move was met with gasps or moans or groans from the both of them.

He gripped Armin's hip with his free hand and drove hard into him, Armin's high pitched gasp turned moan driving a pike from his brain down into his groin. He spilled inside of him, bringing Armin to climax at the same time. He could feel the hot spurts on his stomach and chest, cooling rapidly in the breeze and sloshed away with the water. Armin pressed his forehead to Jean's shoulder, panting hard and shaking once more. Jean lifted him slowly, biting down on his bottom lip as he slid away. He shifted Armin around, cradling him against his chest.

"Armin?" He was worried. Armin hadn't said a word. He thought of all of the things Armin would whisper to him when he'd finished, but Jean couldn't bring himself to simply say the same thing. His head was resting on Jean's chest, his eyes closed and his hair plastered to his cheeks. Armin made a soft, questioning noise. Jean brought his hand up to Armin's chin and tilted his head back, kissing him softly. "You okay?"

Armin nodded, a small smile forming over his face. "Just tired." He sat up and slipped away from Jean, standing in the little waterfall as the water cascaded around him. Jean watched as he scraped his hair back and disappeared on the other side of the water. He waited for a moment, sighed, and slipped off of his little seat on the rocks.

He waded through the pool and joined Armin on the bank. He laid down on the little quilt he'd brought and stretched out. Armin curled up at his side again, his head on Jean's shoulder. With his fingertips, Armin traced over the marks he'd left, a tiny frown on his face. Jean caught his hand and brought his palm up to his lips, kissing it softly.

"You're never this quiet," Jean muttered, staring up at the fluffy clouds blocking the sun. He sighed and sat up, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows on them. "Did I…" He swallowed hard, unable to make the words come out.

Armin's arms wrapped around him from behind. He felt Armin's lips on his shoulder. "Jean… You didn't hurt me." Armin laughed lightly. "The roles are reversed this time, and I don't know what to say. When I've finished with you, I can praise you and rub your back. But I'm so tired…" Armin pulled away.

Jean turned and slid back towards Armin. He was curled up on his side again, but Jean rolled him over to his stomach. He didn't have the right words, not like Armin did, so he let his hands slide over Armin's back, fingers digging into muscles and relaxing him. He worked in small circles, down to the small of his back and back up to his shoulders. Armin was nearly asleep when he'd finished. He curled up on his side next to him and wrapped his arms around Armin, just holding him.

"I won't say I didn't enjoy myself," Jean whispered. He ran his hand from Armin's chest down to his stomach. "You're just so small…" And he was. Armin looked so tiny laying there next to him like this. "I was worried."

He could see the corner of Armin's mouth turned up in a smile. "I'm not quite that delicate." His hand rested on top of Jean's and he curled his fingers between Jean's. "I want you to do it again."

Jean chuckled softly. "That's new." He hadn't expected Armin to be a control freak, but after the first time they'd been together he'd learned fast. Not that he minded - he preferred it that way for some reason.

Armin turned his head and looked back at Jean. "I didn't want you to tell me no."

Jean clutched him a little tighter. "I can't say no to you…" And he never wanted to.

A/N: Well, yeah. I probably had too much fun with this. But in all of my headcannons, Armin is the top and Jean is the bottom and just don't fucking question it, okay?!