A/N: decided to write this after i said i was going to bed, hope whoever reads enjoys! pls excuse if anything isnt accurate, havent watched aot in a bit
Word Count: 938 (under the cut)
"Jehean!-"
Laughter filled the pub, with stray giggles and conversations flowing in the beer-y air. Going to a bar at midnight didn't seem like quite a smart decision for Armin Arlert, but Jean had convinced him that no matter what - he'd be safe by his side. And he believed him. Rightfully so, of course; Jean would protect Armin from any thugs with all his might and no hesitation. Their relationship was.. complicated, to say the least. But, dating or not, they always enjoyed a good time at their favorite hang-out spot.
"Yes?~ What's up?" Jean chuckled, placing a hand on Armin's shoulder. He had a tendency to flirt with the blond boy without even noticing, right now being one of those times. Armin sat up straight in his seat, placed his hands on the table in front of himself, and pretended he was a waiter of sorts. It was clear he was drunk as sh*t, with not a single sober thought in his mind. "What would youu.. like to orrder..?!" He shouted, not noticing the volume his voice held.
"Shh, quiet down, Armin!- You're gonna get us kicked out.."
Jean's hand politely rubbed Armin's shoulder, in an attempt to keep him calm and quiet; and to his pleasure, it worked. Armin kept his voice down, and seemed less buzzed with each rub to the shoulder he was given. Jean thought it may just be the soothing touch of his hands, and he was probably right. If only he didn't make the mistake of accidentally traveling downward a few centimeters, just barely rubbing against Armin's ribs. "NAHAHA!~"
"Wha-? Armin, quiet down..!"
Jean surely didn't mean to tickle Armin, but even if he did, why was his reaction so strong? It was a simple touch to the ribcage, and very gentle at that. "Are you alright? The hell is wrong with your ribs?"
Armin giggled and looked into Jean's eyes, staring as if he'd never seen pupils of any sort. "Beeheer mahakes me tickuhlish..~" He slurred almost every word he'd muttered. Maybe beer did make him ticklish as god knows what if he laughed like that. "What? So you're extra ticklish when you're drunk..?~"
Armin nodded, and replied, "yup!"
Jean's mind swirled with thoughts, questioning his morals. Would it be wrong to tickle him under such circumstances? The taller boy discussed with his mind for a few moments, then came to his own conclusion. It's totally fine. It's not Jean's fault Armin has this crazy condition, right? And who could actually resist those cute giggles that come from Armin? Jean sure couldn't. And he wouldn't try to either..
Jean scooted his chair around, so that he was facing Armin. His fingers sneakily crept onto Armin's covered tummy, where they'd rest for a few seconds. The drunk boy looked confused, a curious expression plastered on his face. But before he could slowly stutter out a question, such as, "what's going on?-", Jean attacked. His fingers clawed at the guy's super-sensitive stomach, making him laugh harder than he had ever before. He even tried to stand up and run away, but Jean had already grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back into his seat.
The sadistic side of Jean took over, telling him to scoot forward, and lock Armin's legs around his own - leaving no method for escape. So, he did. His legs were crossed with Armin's, so tight that none of the two boy's could move. Now, he continued with his immoral decision. To break this boy with tickles. His fingertips latched onto Armin's bare sides, pinching and scratching them mercilessly. With the insides of Armin's shirt being infiltrated, there were many new areas to explore, such as one that could possibly kill him if tickled skillfully enough. (joking)
"Hm, I think it's a little funny.." He teased, whispering in Armin's ear. The ticklish boy went absolutely ballistic when he felt the warm breath of Jean tickle his ears. 'GEHET AWAHAYA!-"
Jean was amazed at the sensitivity of his friend, but also with the patience of everyone in the bar. Nobody even turned an eye when Armin screamed bloody murder.
Seeking an even better reaction from the survey-corps member, Jean stuck his fingers into both of Armin's armpits, roughly massaging them with his own thumb. Jean's thumbs circled around the centers of his death spot. "Noho, ihicahant- ta-HAKE THIHISAAHSHIHIT!!~"
"Ah, yes you can..~" His other fingers joined in on the ambush, skating across the slightly sweaty skin underneath Armin's arms. He shook in his seat, flailing his arms around - surprisingly not hitting Jean. The last thing he thought to do was close his arms. This only trapped those skilled fingers in the most ticklish spot he had. Jean's fingers pounded against the walls of his arms, whilst poking the tops of his pits.
"BAHAHA, STOHAOP IT JEHEAN I HAHATEHAH YOUHOYOAH!~"
"You don't mean that, sweetie~ you loove me!"
Armin lifted his arms, trying to get Jean's fingers to scurry off back where they came from, but there was one more problem the drunk boy didn't realize. His shirt basically trapped the other man's fingers onto his body - so lifting his arm's was doing barely anything. In fact, it only gave Jean the opportunity to scratch a sensitive patch of skin above his armpit, below his actual arm. "NAHASTOHOP!~ IHIT TIHICKLESAHAHHE!!"
"Hm.. should I stop? I dunno.."
Jean sighed and removed his hands from under Armin's shirt. This was surely a memorable experience that they'd both never forget. Jean's reason for remembering would be for pure humor. Armin's however.. revenge.
