Eren loved his pastel style, and even though some people made fun of him for being "girly", he didn't give a flying fuck. In fact, Armin often stuck up for him by saying something along the lines of "by making fun of someone for being "girly", you're only insulting your own intelligence because there's nothing wrong with being feminine and thinking that there is just means you're sexist, and anyway girly is such a ridiculous word: it puts rules and genders on styles, thus making pigs like you stand out even more". It usually would make them shut up, but just for good measure, Eren always glared at them, even though didn't really care.
Levi was constantly mistaken for a Goth. He wasn't Goth, he was punk. Anyone even barely educated could see that he was punk: the hair he sometimes stuck up, eyeliner, piercings, leather jacket with the logos of various punk bands on the back, the band t-shirts, ripped jeans – the list goes on. Others just called him Emo. He just rolled his eyes at that.
"Right!" the teacher, Miss Ral (most guys crushed embarrassingly hard on this innocent woman) clapped her hands together with a sweet smile on her face, "Listen up, everyone! Today you'll start planning your money-raising event for the local homeless shelter..." there were murmurs amongst the class as people began pairing up with their friends, Eren obviously turning to Armin and Armin looked back with a wide grin, "But, before you start pairing up with your friends, we're doing something differently. I'll be choosing your partners, and I thought to help bring the school closer and make it a better community, you'll each be paired up with those in the year above." There was a groan the rattled the classroom as all students slid down in their seats leaving just a double chin and a head, or flopped onto the table in a loose mess, or just threw their heads back in irritation. "Come on, it can't be that bad!" Miss Ral restrained a giggle behind her hand: the students' reactions will never not make her laugh. "Alright, listen carefully to your assigned partners..." Everyone waited impatiently for their name to be read out, and when they were informed, most people weren't too bothered about having whoever as their partner. Armin was paired up with a student called Hanji, Jean was paired up with a guy called Marco and Connie was paired up with some guy called Thomas. Eren waited patiently as his name was read out near the end. "Eren Jaeger, you'll be going with Levi Riv-...Riveil? No, that doesn't sound right...Rivaille, I think? Yeah, well, you'll be paired up with Levi." The only thing Eren knew about that Levi guy was that he was short (but you don't tell him that), and that he's a punk, or goth? Or was he...Oh no that's right, he had seen him grab a kid's collar and hissing in a calm but terrifying tone "it's punk, not goth you uncultured shitty pig". That guy went off crying.
"Now, if you all go into Mr Smith's classroom, you'll find your partner. Off you go, good luck and have fun!" Miss Ral smiled once again as everyone piled out of the classroom.
Eren watched Armin immediately bond with Hanji, Jean have a cupid's arrow shot right through his heart and Connie sending a look over to Sasha as the Thomas guy just sat there on his phone. The boy himself scanned the room, still with his pastel green satchel bag over his shoulder. "Oi," he heard someone drone and he looked around with a clueless expression, "kid." His attention was pulled to the desk in the second row behind an empty one. There lounged Levi, his arm over the back of the chair and a black and silver bull point pen twiddling in his hand. Eren immediately gave a big smile, throwing Levi off a little.
"Hi! I'm Eren, I've been paired up with you, right?" he said, putting out his hand for a handshake. Levi glanced down at it and examined the sky blue nail polish. Silently rejecting the handshake, he looked back up to meet Eren's teal-green eyes.
"Right." He crossed his arms and leant on them on the desk before nodding at the desk in front of him. "You can sit there. I'm afraid the chairs are attached to these shitty, grubby tables, so you'll just have to sit on them a bit awkwardly." Eren nodded and plonked himself down on the chair.
"Okay. So," Eren pulled out his blue notebook that was covered in his doodles (Levi carefully inspected it and saw that he's actually not bad at drawing, especially if those are just doodles) and a pen, "any ideas?" he asked, beginning to doodle in his notebook again.
"I don't really mind. As long as I don't have to do too much, and it makes enough money then I guess I don't really care."
"That's a bit cold," Eren mumbled. Levi raised his eyebrow.
"I'm terribly sorry, brat, but this is just extra work to do. I have enough to stress about,"
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Grades. Friends. Social standard."
"You don't come across to me as a guy who really cares about social standards: guyliner and painted nails really say how much you care about what other people think about you," Eren raised an eyebrow that almost countered the sass of Levi's version.
"Shut up. You have painted nails: do you give a fuck about what other people say when most people think it looks good?" Levi began examining his nails.
"Well...wait, that's not a bad idea,"
"What, caring about how much people hate the fact that you totally rock nail polish?"
"Huh? Oh, no! But thanks." Eren grinned cheekily whilst Levi realised what he said, "Seriously: we should set up a nail painting stall!" Eren flipped through a few pages of his notebook until he found a blank page and began scribbling down ideas. "We can charge, like, two pound per hand," his scribbling became more intense and Levi's curiosity began to climb as the secrecy of whatever Eren was scratching onto paper started to get to him.
"That's not a bad idea. Where would we set it up?"
"In a hallway at lunch or break," Eren said as if it were obvious. Levi nodded subtly.
"Well, I've got a few colours,"
"Yeah, me too. If you bring yours and come over sometime this week, we can count up how many we have together and make a sign and other things like that," Eren suggested enthusiastically.
"Sounds good. What night are you free?"
Levi ruffled around in his drawers trying to find his various shades of black, green and red, most of them being dark (which you'd never expect from black, of course) and put them into a wash bag to then put them in his black bag with a chain hanging across it. He swung it onto his back and hopped down the stairs to grab some drinks and snacks for the two of them. Whipping out his phone, he checked for his keys in his opposite pocket and texted Eren to say that he was on his way before slamming the door shut harshly.
Eren trotted downstairs when he heard the doorbell in his big grey sweater that said "GO TO HELL" in cute, pastel pink bubble writing accompanied by a unicorn of the same shade and a rainbow in the same pale colours. The jumper was paired up with a pair of light blue denim shorts and a pair of black tights that were patterned with small, white bones that scattered equally up his legs. His hair, of course, was a mess.
"Hey!" he greeted Levi with a big smile: his attire consisted of a pair of ripped black skinny jeans, a navy blue tank top and his black doc martens, his jewellery consisting of a chain that hung from belt loop to another on his jeans, a silver-spiked black choker, a few black bracelets and a brightly coloured strip that was slightly loose around his slender wrist from a concert he went to recently. A navy blue plug maintained the hole in his left ear, the rest of his earrings climbing up the outside of both ears all connected with dangly chains but only in one ear, and his silver lip and eyebrow ring reflected a tiny image of Eren's teal-green eyes against his tanned skin. The electric blue streak in his hair was merely temporary, however its presence didn't go unnoticed by Eren as he pointed at Levi's bangs that he had stuck up with a merciless amount of hair product. "I love the blue streak: you'll have to do mine some time," he grinned wider and rocked forwards onto the balls of his feet. Levi made a "tch" sound.
"Thanks, but it's just hair chalk, it's easy to do. Unless you were desperate for an excuse to spend more time with me," he added the last bit as a joke, but Eren blushed.
"Don't you like hanging out with me?" he muttered, his lips going unintentionally pouty and his gaze dropping to the floor before looking up through his eyelashes (or rather, down) at Levi whose breath hitched slightly.
They had met up during school a few times after their first meeting to do research on the homeless shelter and how they use the money thanks to it being compulsory homework, but Levi hadn't really considered whether the time was beneficial for him in that aspect.
He rolled his eyes. "You're a brat, but not as shitty as I originally thought, you could say," he put not so simply. Eren's face flushed happiness as the shy look was drained out by another big grin. Levi couldn't decide which expression he preferred.
"Well anyway, come in! Please take your shoes off," Eren said, and Levi glanced down at the younger's feet that were covered in little bones that he rubbed together kind of...cutely. Although, it did annoy him that his feet were bigger than his, but that's only because it's another reminder that Eren was taller than him.
"They're not shoes," he spat as he lifted his heel behind him so he could reach it with his hand, "they are doc martens." Eren giggled.
"What's the difference?" Levi gave him an empty glare that was merely for comical effect.
"Doc Martens cannot be labelled as something as common as "shoes". They are an art form of the boot," Levi explained as he tugged his other tiny foot out of the shoe. Oh no, my mistake, as he tugged his tiny foot out the art form of the boot, sorry.
Eren giggled some more, and once Levi had stood up the highest he could, his wrist was grabbed by a soft hand with neatly trimmed nails, and his whole weight was jolted forward by the younger's sharp tug; his breath leaving him quickly in a rapid humph, which was promptly followed with another small giggle from the tugger.
"Make yourself at home," Eren said as he sensed Levi standing awkwardly observing the sky blue walls that were covered in band and anime posters. He looked at the black bookshelf that had a variety of manga and other books slotted neatly and tidily. The rest of the room, however, wasn't as tidy: there was a few tiny mole hills of clothes, whether they were clean or dirty in the first place didn't even matter because as soon as something hits the dirty ass floor it's immediately dirty, there were also a few magazines sitting helplessly with their pages folded or creased or opened up as if he'd been reading them, his CD rack was half empty with the rest of his CD cases stacked up sloppily beside it, but at least his bed was made.
Delicately, Levi lowered himself onto the white covers and observed the messy scatter cushions. There were a few Mario mushroom pillows, all different pastel colours, and then there were a few Pokemon plushies next to a Yoshi one, and then a Spiderman chibi style plush lay sideways beside a purple mushroom. Levi restrained a smile at the sheer sweetness of Eren's things that were on display, but quickly snapped out of it when he heard Eren say his name.
"So, Levi, which colours have you brought?" Eren asked, still shuffling something around on his desk with his back to the punk on the bed.
"Only a few. I don't have too many," he began ruffling through his bag to find the transparent bottles of nail polish, and eventually he found the wash bag he had stuffed at the bottom beneath his coat and snacks.
"You can just tip them out on the bed, as long as they don't leak, of course," Eren smiled and Levi obliged. "Oh, good! We have a variety of colours. I've got mostly pastel colours, as you could probably guess..." Eren stepped away from his desk to reveal four wide rows of specific shades, all set out neatly. There were purples, greens, pinks, blues, a couple of greys and blacks, a few clear ones obviously for over and under coating, and then there was three bottles either filled with silver, gold or a clear varnish that had sparkles floating about in it. Levi's eyes went wide for a second, but he soon recovered his previous expression.
"Well," he said before swallowing, "that's a lot more than I was expecting." Eren giggled for probably the fifth time that visit. He shrugged.
"I like having pretty nails," he blushed and examined his fingernails. Levi soon did the same.
"This is starting to get chipped," he remarked to himself.
"Well after we do the sign, then we could always do each other's nails...if you wanted to?"
"Hm," Levi sounded, and then averted his gaze as he mumbled a small "alright", much to Eren's delight.
"Good! I'll get some paper and stuff," he said before shuffling out the room.
Levi sighed as he looked around the room again, re-evaluating everything. He noticed Eren had a bedside table made up of three drawers, the top was open a crack. Levi peered inside and saw a case of something. Must be kind of precious to be slotted into that soft grey stuff, he thought. Pulling the draw gently, he got a closer look at what he thought were medals however he was a little surprised to see what he did.
A big ass dildo.
Like, a big ass dildo. Because it was big.
Eren, little (well, Levi thought, compared to me he's not little, is he?) innocent Eren likes getting it up the ass. Levi didn't even know he was gay. He should've guessed, I suppose.
"Hey, I found some glitter in the kitchen, we can use that too if you..." Eren trailed off when he saw what Levi was looking at. Levi only had one question.
"So you bottom?" he restrained a smirk as he watched Eren squirm under his glare.
"...only when I get tired of using my hand," he shrugged, casually. Levi was taken aback by Eren's casual reply and relaxed manner.
"Eren, that thing is massive," Levi almost stuttered. Eren dropped everything and sauntered over to the bed to sit beside the shorter and put one leg over the other, hand on knee.
"So?" he smirked and he swore he saw a faint dust of pink spread across the usually almost ghostly pale skin. Eren giggled and reached across the shorter, making sure to breathe on his neck as he grasped the dildo. "You want to know my secret, Levi?" Said raven's breath hitched in his throat as Eren examined the toy closely. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came past his dry lips as Eren grinned. "Because I could show you, if you like," Eren's voice dropped an octave as he husked in Levi's ear, "or I could teach you how to ride a dick right." Eren's hand stroked up Levi's thigh, barely skimming it but enough to leave tingles behind. He let out a shaky breath as he watched the hand rest on his thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Eren!" the two of them heard a feminine voice from downstairs. Eren licked the shell of Levi's ear before tugging the flesh around the plug with his teeth. Using his other hand, he cupped Levi's face from the other side and pulled his cheek to meet his lips to leave a lingering kiss there. He put the toy back in the top drawer and called back down to the voice, finally.
"Hi mum!" he yelled, and a woman walked through the door to find Levi sitting on the bed staring into space, his cheeks tinted red and his pupils blown, and Eren holding glitter and paper.
"What are you two up to?" she asked, oblivious of how seductive her son was just being.
"We're just going to make a sign for our nail stall to raise money for the local homeless shelter. It's a school project and we got partnered up with students in the year above. It's all about helping the community and stuff," he smiled sweetly, a complete contrast to the seductive smirk that he showed previously. The woman mirrored the sweet, innocent expression. "Oh! Of course: mum, this is Levi, he's my partner for the project, as you have probably already guessed," he giggled again, his fake innocence masking the dirty thoughts whirling thickly around in his head. Levi hardly acknowledged he was being introduced, and soon snapped out of his trance and nodded with a small wave and a "Nice to meet you Mrs. Jaeger".
"It's nice to meet you too, Levi. And please, call me Carla," the sweet smile she gave him looked identical to Eren's, and he almost felt the remorse Eren should've been feeling for being such a seductive little shitty brat. "Anyway, I'll leave you two to it," Carla slipped out of the door and closed it softly.
"Okay, shall we get started?" Eren said, clapping his hands together after he plonked himself on the floor.
"Eren, what the fuck?" Levi hissed. The brunette rolled his eyes and got up on his knees so Levi could hear his whisper.
"Well, we can't do anything now my mum's here, can we?" he said, as if it were obvious what was happening.
"What? That's not really what I..." Levi trailed off and rolled his eyes.
"Ah, so you did want to?" Eren's face fell into a dark, seductive tone once again, and Levi tried his very best to keep his mask up.
"Are we going to make this shitty sign or not?" Eren grinned and shuffled back to where he sat previously, crossing his legs. Levi slipped onto the floor and grabbed a pen and they got down to proper business.
"Do you boys want anything?" Carla asked through the door around ten minutes later, "Drinks? Snacks?" Eren looked up at Levi who shook his head.
"No thanks, mum!" he called.
"Alright. If you do want anything, help yourselves!"
"Okay, thank you!" Carla's footsteps were heard retreating down the stairs, and Levi glanced at Eren who was having fun with the glitter glue.
"Your mum's nice," he commented. Eren smiled.
"Yeah. She is," he nodded. Levi wasn't the best at making conversation, and that was the best he could muster at that moment.
After sitting in not particularly comfortable, not particularly awkward silence, for around ten more minutes, they both put down the pens and glitter glue and held up their sticky, twinkling hands and admired the piece of art they had produced. "Finished!" Eren announced, just to make it official. Levi nodded.
"Yup," he said, and examined his hands, "I need to wash my hands, and you do too." Eren nodded, as Levi had done.
"Yeah. Come with me, try not to touch anything."
"I thought it would be a great fucking idea to touch everything and make this place even more of a mess."
Eren lead the way to his bathroom connected to his bedroom. It wasn't tiny, but it wasn't massive; definitely big enough for the both of them to fit into, so it wasn't cramped. He grabbed a bar of soap that smelt of strawberries and raspberries, and ran some warm water in the sink. "Do you want to go first?" Eren offered the bar to Levi, who accepted gratefully. Levi was done within about thirty seconds, his hands now sparkling clean after he had wiped them on the black towel Eren provided him with. Before going back in the other room, though, he caught Eren washing his hands wrong. "Eren, you're not going to wash your hands thoroughly or even properly by doing it like that," he hissed, but Eren shrugged and scrunched his nose up in concentration. Rolling his eyes, Levi grabbed the soap off him and began to lather it up and clean Eren's hands properly.
"Your hands are really small," the brunette commented.
"Fuck off."
"But then again," Eren looked at Levi with a lop sided grin, and Levi glared back, knowing exactly what was coming, his eyes screaming "don't you fucking dare", "there isn't much that isn't small about you."
"You shitty brat," he grumbled, and began scrubbing Eren's hands almost mercilessly painfully.
"Ah, ow!" Eren moaned.
"You shall be cleansed,"
"Of what: the truth?" Eren sniggered. Levi slammed the soap on the side and turned fully to Eren.
"Which part of me were you referring to as "small"?" he folded his slender, toned arms across his chest, one eyebrow raised and weight on one foot as Eren rinsed and dried his hands with a grin.
"Only your height," he said, leaning down patronizingly to his eye level, hand sliding down Levi's torso slowly, "I'm sure you're very big," Eren grabbed Levi's crotch, drawing a gasp from him as he relaxed his arms in favour of steadying himself by grasping the sink and tensing the other by his side.
"E..Eren," he said, slightly short of breath as both of them felt him growing harder.
"Yes, Levi?"
"Your...you mum is downstairs," he remarked.
"We're not going to fuck, you horny midget," Eren rolled his eyes and Levi was too distracted to glare at him as he loosened the grip on Levi's cock, and instead put his right hand over Levi's left that still grasped the sink, and snaking his other arm round the smaller he trapped him between his taller body and the sink. Before Levi could do anything, he pressed his lips against the shorter's, running his tongue along the puffy bottom lip before nipping at it a little roughly, swallowing a moan that rumbled from Levi's chest. Eren pulled away, the suction making a smacking sound. He leant back slightly to see Levi in a bit of a daze, his glazed eyes half lidded and lips slightly parted – panting softly and subtly. Eren leaned into Levi's ear, breathing hotly before he began to speak. "I'm going to let you borrow my toy, alright? You can loosen yourself up with that: workout how to pleasure yourself and get used to having something so big filling you up, because once your little hole can take it, you're going to ride me..." Eren cupped Levi's crotch again, "you're going to ride my dick, Levi, you got that?" Levi let out a soft, breathy whimper as he nodded. "Let me hear you say that you understand, Levi," Eren said sternly, tightening his grip.
"I...I understand, Eren," Levi whispered, hardly able to make a sound without his voice breaking due to the tight grip Eren had on him.
"Good," Eren twisted his hand slightly, causing a yelp from Levi who quickly put a hand over his flushed cheeks and swelling lips. Eren took hold of the hand and pulled it away from Levi's face, and kissed each knuckle before nipping at the tips of his fingers gently. He folded down the ring and pinky finger, licking the two fingers remaining from bottom to top before sucking them in his mouth. "Before you put in the toy, I need you to slick up your fingers like this and stretch yourself first, then it won't hurt as much," Eren's voice was low and husky, nothing like Levi had ever heard him speak before and it all went straight to his cock. He let out a shuddering breath.
"Yes, Eren," he said, knowing what Eren had been waiting for. Eren smiled, but not the sweet and innocent smile, he showed a smile that meant he was getting what he wanted from who he wanted, and Levi was trying his best to will down his hard-on.
Eren nodded, and released Levi from his little prison. Although he really liked it, Levi let out a quiet sight of relief, looking down at his hard on in his pants. Luckily, the sound of Carla's voice softened it up so it wasn't as obvious anymore. "Eren? Is Levi staying for tea?"
"No thank you, Mrs Jaeger! I've got to get home: it's getting dark," Levi replied for Eren. They both glanced out of the window and the icy blue November sky was fading into the navy blue night.
"Okay, sweet! And please, call me Carla! Mrs Jaeger makes me feel so old," she whined. Levi let a tiny smile slip.
"So, you're off now, are you?" Eren asked, his normal voice, smile and aura back. It had returned surprisingly (and a little scarily) quickly.
"Yeah," Levi murmured. Eren got out the object in the top draw and a piece of paper.
"Okay, here. Those are instructions on how to keep it clean and how to clean yourself before using it," he said, handing Levi the two objects. Levi felt the weight of it, his eyes widening and his throat going dry once again.
"That's heavy," he commented as he stared at the object in his hand, weighing it heavily.
"You sit on it so you don't have to move it yourself, and anyway, you'll get used to it. I did," Eren shrugged, still so casual about this stuff.
On the walk home, Levi couldn't get his head around how Eren could be so abrupt and possessive and sexy and adorable and seductive and commanding and casual within the space of around an hour. Maybe he was an actor. Maybe he was just some kid actor famous in, where is he from? Germany, was it? Maybe he was just some German kid actor who was playing tricks on him.
His phone buzzed in his pocket when he got in the door. Speak of the devil.
Try it tonight if you feel up to it.
18:59
In all honesty, he really wasn't feeling up to anything apart from taking a shower and going to bed despite it being early.
As he was getting undressed to take a shower, his phone went off again.
Oh yeah, if you do have a go, send me pics 3
19:01
"Tch, you're lucky I even agreed to it, kid," Levi left his phone on his bed in favour of taking a shower.
After a relaxing, hot shower, Levi went back into his room. He heard his uncle snoring in the other room, confirming that he was completely asleep, probably passed out from early afternoon drinking. The phone on his bed lit up, the screen displaying that he had three new messages.
Sooo, you gonna try it? ;)
19:05
Levi rolled his eyes, and scrolled down to only choke on his own spit when he saw a picture of Eren in only his green boxers, with a massive hard on. Underneath, there was a text.
I grabbed your cock earlier, so I know how big you are. Thought it's only fair for you to know what's gonna be rammed up your ass :)
19:10
Levi's cock twitched in interest, and he glanced over to his bag that he hadn't bothered to unpack earlier. If he really wanted to ride Eren within the span of his academic career and not be ripped in two, it seems that he should probably start stretching himself now. It was only about half seven, and he was kind of hard, so he began typing a message. However another one came through before he could finish.
I just remembered that I forgot to give you lube. Do you have any?
19:31
Levi rolled his eyes.
I have lotion. I've jacked off plenty of times using that.
19:31
Send.
Oh, good. What do you think about when you jack off?
19:32
Levi rolled his eyes again.
I'm not telling you. That's private.
19:32
Send.
Ok, that's fine.
19:32
Levi quirked one side of his mouth up in a sort of smile; he was happy and relieved that Eren was respecting his boundaries. His phone went off a few seconds later.
I bet you were thinking about me
19:32
Levi scoffed.
I'm not doing it tonight. I'm too tired.
19:33
He threw his phone on the bed, ignoring the text that came through that just said "ok". Deciding he wasn't going to do anything else that night, he grabbed a big black hoody and a pair of boxers and slid into them. Sticking on the TV, he flipped through the channels and decided nothing was really worth watching, and stuck on a film. Thor should do the trick.
After the film had finished and he had calmed himself down over Loki, he grabbed his headphones and plugged them into his iPod, listening carefully to the angry melodies of the Sex Pistols and The Ramones until the playlist ended and he fell into a pleasant slumber that carried him through the night.
Hey!
Isn't Eren a saucy little brat, huh? Bet you guys weren't expecting that (if anyone has actually read this far). So do you guys want more of this fic, or...? Please give me feedback. PS should I continue my LxLight fic or just abandon it?
