Tension
Eren's P.O.V.
It was weird. It was really weird. It was too weird. I mean, come on! Really!? It is not normal to be handcuffed to a couch--both hands and feet-- and have someone you have known for less than a day lick your wounds. It's just not normal!!
"Ahaha, this is awkward," I was able to say through my cringes. Armin paused his motions for a second, looked at me, sighed, and went back to what he was doing.
"Please, don't talk. It's just making it weirder," Armin answered in between licks. I nodded and shifted into a more comfortable position on the couch. "Stop moving," Armin ordered.
"Sorry, it's just--it was uncomfortable. I needed to move. Can you just, like, stop for a bit?" I asked, blush reddening my face. Armin stopped and leaned back on his heels. Brushing his golden locks out of his face, he looked out the window.
There were no lights in the old garage. The windows offered the only light to the rather dismal place. I could tell by the slight orange tint of the windows that the sun was beginning to set. The darkness was starting to crawl over the house. It was the middle of winter, so the brightness of the day lasted only from 8:30 am to 7:00 pm. The air was cold and moist, and all I could do to fight off the sharp bite of the mist was to curl up and pray I didn't die.
I had been staying in Armin's garage for nearly a week now. Armin gave me food and water. He even put a space heater next to the couch to make sure I didn't freeze to death. I was healing quite fast, considering I nearly died prior to the week. My body was still sore, and it hurt to move. Most of my wounds healed perfectly and didn't scar. The ones in the places that are seen everyday, though, scarred grotesquely. Some of them even reopened.
The pain was intense, but not nearly as intense as it had been. My back was sore, my legs ached, and my hands looked like those of a veteran. My face was fine, though. I was scared I was going to look like some grotesque monster. I was still hot. Good!
"So, uh, how's life?" I asked, trying to break the tension. All he did was look at me.
"It's winter break. Usually, I would be getting even more ahead than I am, in order to not have to go to school for another week. Do you see how that is not possible, when I am stuck in my garage, healing a werewolf who I am not even supposed to look at, while also keeping it from my over-baring parents. Yeah, my winter break has been taken over and cut short. So, life is not the best. Thank you very much!" he said with contempt in his voice.
"Okay, sorry for taking over your winter break," I told him. He sighed, again.
"Can you just....shut up? Please? It's just making it so awkward. 'Kay?" he asked, squinting up at me. I nodded.
"Yeah, no problem. What about when we're--uh--done here? Then, can we talk?" He looked at me confused and surprised.
"Uh, yeah, sure. After," he concluded. Taking in another breathe quickly, he added, "So, let's finish things up here, alright?" I nodded, keeping my promise of shutting up. I lied back down on the couch, arms over my head. Armin got up from his spot in front of me and sat at the edge of the couch. He lifted my shirt and examined my stomach and chest. "Looks like all your cuts and scrapes on your torso are good. How's your back?"
"Painless," I said. That wasn't true. My back no longer stung, but it did ache a little. I just didn't want worry him though. It wasn't anything severe.
"Great. What about your legs?" he asked, pulling my shirt back down and placing his hands on my thighs.
"Ouch! Fuck......" I uttered, as a sharp pain shot through my left leg. Armin immediately lifted his hand and shook. He seemed to regain his senses and acquired a determined glint in his eyes.
"Your thigh hurts. Okay, this is going to be a bit weird, but I need to pull down your pants. Lift your hips," he instructed. I could feel my heart explode.
"Nah. Nah, it's fine. It didn't even hurt that much. No need to strip. No need at all," I said as I chuckled awkwardly. I did not want this to happen, but on the other hand I did. How perverted was my mind?
"Eren, what did I tell you about shutting up?" Armin said, raising an eyebrow at me. I looked at him and groaned. What magical control did he have over me? Why did he have such power?
"...........Fine.......," I peeped. Closing my eyes, I lifted my hips. Armin unbuckled my pants and drew down the zipper. Sliding my jeans down my legs, Armin seemed to hold his breathe. Finally getting them down to my knees, he stopped.
Armin's P.O.V.
'Wow......Just.......Wow......', I thought as I caught a glimpse of what Eren was hiding under his pants and boxers. His baby-blue and navy-blue striped boxers stretched painfully as his member swelled.
"Ahem! Okay, so -- where-where does it --uh-- hurt, exactly?" I asked, voice rough. Eren let out a slight whine, which for some reason sent all the blood in my body straight out of my head.
"Up near my hip," he explained. I swallowed thickly and placed my hand on his thigh. Tucking my thumb under the hem, I began to pull the leg of the boxers up. I didn't want to completely disrobe him. That would be disrespectful. Not to mention awkward! As I lifted the material away from the injury, his body reacted to my cold hands. "Ah! Sorry, it's just.......Y-your hands are cold," he explained, embarrassment on his face. I pressed my lips together.
"Sorry," I replied. Breathing deeply, I continued. As I lifted the thin material from his leg, the side of his..........buddy............... showed itself to me. Heart racing, I raised the material more to unveil a nasty cut that I had missed before. "Shit, that looks nasty!"
"No fuck!" he retorted. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"Shuddup!" I sat on his shins and lowered my head to his hips. I breathed in heavily and stuck my tongue out. I felt his salty skin touch the tip of my tongue. Eren flinched and kicked me in the ass. "Fucker!" I shouted, pulling away from him.
"Sorry, it's just -- well, you know...." he trailed off. I sighed. Leaning back down, I placed my tongue on his hip. Moving it up along the cut, I felt him shudder. The cut was salty and tasted of copper. I felt the skin tighten and felt something against my cheek. I pulled up and saw a red-faced Eren with a hard-on.
"Seriously?! You are pathetic! You have no endurance! I can't imagine what you're like with girls, " I said. Eren reddened further and sputtered nonsense.
"I do, too, have endurance. You're just sticking your tongue in a place that I have never had a tongue stuck before, " he told me.
"Seriously? I thought jocks like you had girls lining up to blow you off. What? Never been sucked before?" I asked, expecting to hear him blabber on about the girls he'd been with. That wasn't what happened, though.
"No, " he stated simply, refusing to look at me. I leaned back but not all the way.
"Wait, What? I'm always hearing the football players talking about the girls they've fucked, or gotten blown off by, or some stupid shit that any sane person would know was a lie. I thought the quarter-back was just like him, " I went on. He shook his head.
"Yeah, those guys are ridiculous, but I'm not like them. I've actually, " he lowered his voice quite a bit, "never had sex with anyone. Boy or girl." If I had been drinking anything, then I would've done a spit-take.
"WHAT?!" I shouted. Eren flushed even more.
"Shut up! Please, don't laugh at me and don't tell anyone. I've been lying to the guys. They'd skin me if they thought I'm not the super-stud I pretend to be. Please, " he begged. I honestly felt bad for the little wolf.
"Don't worry. I haven't done anything with anyone either, " I admitted.
"Well, that's not surprising."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"Just-just that it's expected for the smart one to be celibate and to focus on school. I didn't mean that you can't get any, but just that you don't want to, " he said, looking terrified. I laughed.
"Actually, I can't 'get any' even if I wanted to. I haven't presented. Let alone gone through my first heat. It'd kill me if I had sex now."
"Oh. Well, then you aren't tempted by anyone. That's good."
"Who in school would I be tempted by? They're all idiots. Plus, there are no hot guys either."
"You like guys?" he asked. I nodded, brushing the hair out of my face.
"Yeah, I'm, like, the gayest guy at school. That's why everyone hates me." Eren seemed to ponder what I said. I got off of him and sat on the floor next to the couch.
"I don't hate you, " he said after moment's pause. I looked up at him.
"Good to know. I don't hate you, too, " I said with a chuckle. Getting up, I dusted the non-existent dirt off my pants. It was just a habit. "Well, night-night, Super-Stud," I said as I clapped my hand on his shoulder. Just as I was nearing the door, he shouted after me.
"Pretty sure I like guys, too. Girls just don't do it for me, ya know?" I full-on cracked up.
"Yeah, I know. I also could kinda tell. Your face shows all the dirty thoughts you're thinking. Night-night!" I chimed, waving. I heard something like an elephant erupt from the brunette chained to my couch.
"Pppppppfffffttttt! Abliggabba! I-I wasn't thinking any dirty thoughts!" he yelled.
"Sure you weren't. And, you didn't get hard either," I joked. Closing the door, I headed to the back door. I locked it, climbed the stairs, and went to my room. I snuggled up in my blankets and fell asleep almost instantly.
Eren's P.O.V.
When he had left, I had been to my own thoughts. 'Crap! Did he really know what I was thinking? Crap! He must think I'm such a perv. In my defense, who wouldn't be turned on by him? I mean -- seriously? Sexiest Cat Ever Award goes to Armin Arlert! What is wrong with me? Ugh! Wait..... I'm still undressed! CRAP!'