I woke up to the 7 am bell chiming it's oh so familiar song. I rolled over in bed and faced Armin, who was still sleeping. His hands were holding on to the hem of the blanket and half of his waist was outside the blanket. He had a stressed look on his face. I hoped he wasn't having a nightmare. I wondered if I should wake him up. I propped myself up using my elbow and leaned in close to his face. Wait. Was that his foot? I thought I saw something popping up from under the blanket. I looked over at his lower half and saw an obviously bulge in his pants. So it wasn't a nightmare then. Admittedly, it did turn me on to see him like that, but who was I to make a move, especially this early in the morning. I turned back to face him and gave him a small peck on the lips. I felt his eyelashes brush against mine as he opened his eyes. "Hey, Y/N," he groaned. I looked down at him and he smiled at me. So, I smiled back. "Were you having a good dream?" I cooed. "What do you mean?" he asked. I told him to look down. He sat up and looked at his lower half, quickly becoming red in the cheeks. He immediately freaked out and covered his erection with his hands.

"I am so, so sorry Y/N, you must think I'm such a pervert. I don't know how this happened. I swear I didn't do it on purpose."

I put a hand on his shoulder and he flinched. I told him, "I don't think you're a pervert. It happens. Your unconscious thoughts are uncontrollable. I say we go to my house and you can take a shower. Maybe that'll make it go away." As much as I was attracted to him, I wasn't going to take advantage of that moment. He was a sensitive boy and he liked to take things slow, so I wanted to respect that. I wanted him to trust me. He looked up at me and nodded. I got out of bed and drew a portal. Armin grabbed my hand as I pulled him into my dimension of time. I decided to appear straight in my master bedroom's bathroom. I ran in and started the shower.

"Towels are in the cupboard. I'll sit out here, okay?"

"Y-Yeah. Thankyou, Y/N... I'm glad I have you," he said, then hurrying into the bathroom. I lay down on the bed and flicked on the TV.

The shower had continued running for maybe half an hour before I noticed how long he'd been in there. I got up and knocked on the bathroom door. "Armin, you okay?" I asked. I heard the shower turn off. "No..." he cried.

"Can I come in?"

"Yes."

I opened the door and saw him sitting on the floor with his knees up and a towel covering his back. "What's wrong?" I asked as I sat down beside him, putting my arm around his shoulders. "It... it won't go away. It looks even worse now," he whimpered. I gave him a hug and told him it would be okay. I said that we could try waiting a while longer to see if it'd go away and he seemed to think it wouldn't. I told him that if it didn't, he'd either have to relieve himself of it or leave it until it went down. "Relieve myself? That's out of the question," he yelled. I got up and pulled him up with me. I wrapped the towel around his hips and drew a portal, pulling him through it. He stood by my bed with his arms wrapped around his stomach. I checked my watch.

"It's 8:35 am. We can wait until 8:50 am. If nothing changes by then, then the decisions up to you."

He agreed with my decision, praying for the best. He lay down on my bed and closed his eyes. I sat down beside him and secretly searched his body with my eyes. It must have been one erotic dream. His nipples were erect, as well. As the minutes passed, Armin began to worry.

At 8:50 am I told Armin his time was up. He looked down at his erection, still standing tall. His eyes welled up and he began to sob. "It won't go away!" he yelled, acting like a child. "Well then, make it go away!" I replied.

"No, I can't, it's dirty to do things like that and you know that!" he wept.

I told him that we were out of options and that he had to make up his mind, as breakfast was in the next 10 minutes. He lay there crying in emotional pain as I rubbed his trembling arm, trying to comfort him. He asked me what I thought he should do and I gave him my honest answer.

"I say just relieve yourself. You won't have a pant bulge and on the bright side, you'll feel good."

"But it's gross and I know you'll hate me! Even if you won't admit it now, you will later!"

"I would never. Armin, I have the bracelet. I'm not going anywhere. I wouldn't hate you over something like this. I mean, masturbation is a normal thing for people our age," I explained. He sat up and got under the covers. "You gonna do it?" I asked impatiently.

He nodded, with tears still streaming down his face. I wiped away his tears with my wrist and kissed him on the forehead.

"I can wait outside. You'll be okay."

"I know it's a lot to ask for but could you please stay?" he asked me, to my surprise.

"Where do you want me to be?"

He shrugged his shoulders. I was beginning to feel impatient so I told him to pick quickly. He told me to sit beside the bed. I got down on the ground and sat down, with my back resting on the side of the bed. I listened to Armin give a few more whimpers and sniffles.

"Armin, come on. Just do it and get it over with."

"I don't know how," he said shakily.

"Sure you do. If you didn't you wouldn't have resisted this long. Just do it, I'm not watching. I'll even cover my ears if you want."

He looked down at himself under the covers. His shaky hand moved slowly towards his lower half. He quickly grasped his length and winced. He made sure you weren't looking then began slow. His hand stroked his penis slowly in up and down motions. His breathing hitched every time he started to hit that spot of bliss. I closed my eyes and lay back. I felt as if this was almost some kind of test as if he knew how much he was turning me on. I mean come on, he asked me to stay in the room. He picked up the pace and moved his hand faster and faster, starting to move it in a circular motion. His breathing increased its pace, turning into erotic moans. Soon enough the room was filled with loud, pleasureful moans. "Y-Y/N, it, it feels so good," he moaned. I never thought I'd ever hear him say that.

I looked at my watch. It read: 8:56 am. I hoped he'd hurry up because I didn't want to miss breakfast. As moans spilled from his mouth he got closer to his climax.

"It's, it's so hot. It's throbbing I, I don't know what to do!"

The knot in his stomach pulled hard at his body. He was really close to ejaculating. The knot finally untangled as his cum left his body, onto my sheets. His panting slowed and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Are you done?" I asked after a minute or so had passed. He told me he was and that I was free to look. I got up and sat down beside him. He looked up at me tiredly. I ran my fingers through his tangled, slightly sweaty blond locks, and smiled at him.

"Hey, you did it."

"Thanks for being... with me."

I got up and threw him some clothes, telling him to get dressed.

I flashed him a quick smile and lay down on the couch. He sat up from his slumped position and felt something wet on his leg. He'd forgotten he cummed all over himself and my bed. I saw him smack himself on the forehead from the corner of my eye. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he was embarrassed about getting cum all over my bedding. He offered to lend me his bedding while he washed mine and I told him it was fine and that I could just wipe it off.

Once he put on his clothes, we left for breakfast. The ground was covered in a thin layer of snow. It was November, after all. I turned to him. I asked him if he felt better and he told me he did. I threw my arm around his shoulder and we entered the mess hall together. Eren immediately bolted toward us. "I'm sorry for what I said a night ago. That was uncalled for on my part and I feel really bad about it. I don't know why I said what I said," he apologized. Armin accepted his apology. Eren asked if he could sit with us because apparently Mikasa was being 'a pain in his ass'. Armin said he could, even though I didn't want him to.

Armin and I got our food and sat down at the table. I remembered when I used to sit alone there. The bench was my only 'friend'. Pathetic, right? If I didn't talk to Armin that day, I would have missed out on his company. I was so grateful I did.