Surveillance.
"Can't a guy get some privacy?"
"Not if that guy can turn into a giant mass of muscle in 10 seconds."
Well, Eren though, that probably should have brought about more easing than trouble, but still, he couldn't bring himself to think abuot these people as unfair. Or stupid. If he were Rivaille we would probably a lot more... worried. No, worried is probably a little too light. He'd be paranoid and angry and ready to strike at the slightest provocation. Even he didn't quite trust himself yet.
Seeing Rivaille's calm demeanor calmed him down a little. He seemed like a pretty reliable guy. But Eren couldn't help but wanting to pick a fight with him regardless.
"Yeah, but this is going overboard. Trust me a little, would you?"
He felt the warmth of Rivaille's back against his and his soft breathing as he spoke in his usual neutral tone.
"No way."
Eren swore he could feel the vibration of Rivaille's vocal cords echoing through his body like an electric impulse. It wasn't particularly annoying, but when you get to a point when you can even feel the other talking, you start to feel you need some distance. A lot, a lot of it.
"But stll... how about sleeping on the floor?" He ventured, even though he knew it could very well earn him a good beating.
Rivaille sighed in impatience. He too must have felt awkward, but said nothing.
"A bed like this is too small for two guys."
"Really? Don't say. Not my fault if you feel fat, newbie."
And then, sometimes, there were those comments. Eren tried to hold back a giggle but in the dead of night any sound was loud and clear. Rivaille just scoffed and proceeded to move around a little. More like, a little too much.
"I'm falling off the bed, make more room or you'll sleep with the dogs tonight."
Rivaille's back was now completely leaning against his, Rivaille's feet on top of his own. It felt a little ticklish at first, but then there was a second movement. It was starting to get too hot under the blanket but he said nothing. In fact, he couldn't, even if he'd wanted to. Eren was frozen still, trying to get a hold of the situation as to why his body was... reacting, that way.
"A guy's got needs" He thought, trying to convince himself that this was completely normal due to the lack of intimacy he had been having recently.
"Corporal probably has needs as well."
He bit his tongue.
He tried to think about things that would cool down his libido but nothing worked, because every time he was busy with thought of gross, disproportionate female titans flirting with him, he was taken out of those lucid nightmares by Rivaille moving an inch closer. Tension wasn't the only thing growing by the minute.
Eren tried his best to stay away from him without falling out of bed, but now it even seemed like the Corporal was doing it on purpose. He slapped himself mentally for such a retarded thought.
For a moment there was no movement, no sound but their breathing and the wind blowing through the trees outside. Eren hoped he would manage to fall asleep as long as he kept both his hands under the pillow and not elsewhere.
"Geez," Rivaille sighed in exasperation, moving closer, "do you have to be so freaking huge?"
Eren was in such distress and dispair that his only reaction was to let out an inaudible and sour laugh.
"Well, next to you anyone would seem like a titan."
He was really looking forward that beating. Maybe that would ease his rampant erection. But instead of getting angry let out yet another hopeless sigh.
"Just go to sleep before I kick you back to your cell."
A few minutes past in silence with Eren holding his hardened organ in his hand like trying to hold back a savage beast and wondering if Rivaille was finally asleep.
"Corporal?"
No response.
Against his better judgement, Eren began to give himself the pleasure he had been deprived from these past few days, in short, slot strokes. He felt his breathing getting a bit louder, and used his free hand to cover his mouth. He tried to convince himself the Corporal was sound asleep.
When he felt he was about to finish, he stopped abruptly. He took a deep breath, his hand still pressed tightly around his cock, moist by sweat and other fluids. He tried to think straight and calm down, turning his head back to make sure Rivaille was still asleep. It somehow felt wrong, not the act of touching himself laying on the same bad as he, but to come with his back leaning against his and without permission.
It crossed his mind that he might be awake.
"Corporal?" This time the question was in a begging tone. Begging for him to be aslept, or maybe to help him finish? He shoke his head in disapproval for his degenerate thoughts.
No response. Eren stared at the back of his neck for a few seconds.
"Corporal, are you awake?"
Absolute silence.
Slowly, in an almost clandestine manner, Eren turned around, facing the Corporal's back, leaving half of his body hanging at the side of the bed, but feeling slightly less guilty now that he was not touching his superior in any way. Facing Rivaille's back, the soft, slow stroking began again. He couldn't stop looking at the Corporal's back, expecting, hoping he would turn around at any minute. The motion became faster, more violent, as his member seemed to get even harder. He tried to muffle his moans by pressing his face against the pillow but still staring at Rivaille.
What would the Corporal do if he woke up and found him in this position? Would he drag him by the hair back into the cell, would he order his execution? Or would he help him?
This thought, although irrational, flicked a switch inside his mind, but before he could stop himself again, he felt his vision darken and a shiver down his spine. Even using all his self-control, he could not hide the spasms of his endless orgasm. It felt like making up for lost time. He was trembling irremediably, too much, breathing too hard, unable to hold back his peak of pleasure.
And then Rivaille decided, awake or not, with a grunt, that he needed more space on the bed, moving his body a few inches back, touching Eren's sensitive spot at the very point in which it was more vulnerable. Eren came hard and remorselessly, biting his hand to mute his moans burying his head in the pillow. He was done.
"He-heichou...?" he whimpered in a soft voice, not knowing if it was to find out if he was awake or making him the object of his desire.
About the continuation: You can choose to read Side A for more RivEren action, at your own risk.
Or Side B for hilarious fatality.
Notes: I choose Rivaille instead of Levi for Rivai (now, that's a tongue-twister, but he can twist my tongue anyway :hearts: ) because I like long names... and other things.
Hope you enjoy! It's been a while since last time I wrote anything so I might be a little rusty, you're welcome to leave some feedback.
