Eren POV
"I don't care what I drink, just make it strong." I told the tall dirty blond man behind the bar. He grunted once and then turned around to grab my drink. Luck for me Sniffin' Mike's bar was almost empty at 2 am on a fucking Sunday night - er, Monday morning.
It only took the guy a moment before a shot of tequilla appeared before me. I practically threw it into my mouth then slammed it back down on the counter before shuddering slightly at the burn.
"Another?" The guy asked, mustache twitching.
"Just keep them coming." I sighed, putting my head down on the cold bar surface. I heard his footsteps walk away before I sighed to myself. "I'm gonna regret this."
"Yeah, you and me both, kid." A gruff voice said behind me. At first I didn't register that the man was talking to me, then he sat on the barstool next to me. I didn't raise my head, but instead just tilted it to him. I gathered only a bit about him at this angle: black hair in some fort of undercut, pale white skin, and was dressed in a black suit. I could smell a hint of expensive cologne wafting my way.
"Like late for an old man like you to be out, isn't it, Levi?" The bartender returned to greet the man beside me, Levi.
"Isn't it a little late for you to spewing shit, Mike?" The man grumbled, then, as if it was an afterthought. "Put this kid's drinks on my tab, Mike."
"What?" I lifted my head up, getting a good look at him for the first time. "Holy shit, you're short."
"You wanna run that by me again, kid?" He narrowed his pale gray eyes at me. I remembered he had just offered to pay for my drinks and quickly took a step back.
"Nothing, Sir!"
"Good boy." He smirked a bit. A little thrill ran through me when he called me a good boy. I quickly pushed it to the back of my mind.
"Anyway," Mike said with a clear of his throat. "What can I get for you, Captain?"
"What he's having." Levi said with a grunt. Mike went away to grab Levi's drink.
"Why does he call you Captain?" I asked, trying to make small talk with this generous stranger.
"Cause he fucking wants to." He snapped. Uh-oh. Bad move, Eren. I hope I hadn't offended him. I really needed him to pay for my drinks. Money was tight, and I shouldn't have even come out here. Especially since I was starting a new job in a little while. I just couldn't fucking sleep.
"I'm sorry if I offended you, Sir." I lowered my head and grabbed my drink.
I knew he must be offering to pay for my drinks because he wanted to bang me, (why the hell else would he sit next to me in a near empty bar and pay for me?), so I decided to sexy it up a bit. I threw back my next shot and moaned lightly as I shuddered at the burn. I heard him swallow hard and slid my eyes over to him, licking my lips.
"So why are you out drinking at 2 am on a Monday morning?" I smiled.
"Need to unwind. Too much stress at work." He looked over my face and shoulders, not taking his eyes away as Mike came back. He reached out and threw back his drink with practiced perfection, not showing one change to indicate he even felt the burn.
"Can't sleep." I sighed, hearing Mike walk away. "I'm starting a new job today."
"Today?" He rose one slim, black eyebrow. "You picked a hell of a time to come drinking then. What time you come in?"
"Ten." I shrugged. "I just kind of figure I'll get fired soon anyway. I...I get emotional under stress. Angry, even… and tonight I got a call from my father to say he's coming home. He abandoned my sister and I when we were kids. Left us to raise ourselves since my mom is dead-"
"Kid." He said firmly. "I don't need to hear your life story."
"Just talkin'." I said, my shoulders slumping as the sadness came back to the forefront of my mind. Levi sighed, then reached over and grabbed the bottle Mike must have left. He poured us both a drink and held his up.
"To shit fathers."
"To shit fathers." I clinked his glass, but didn't take the shot. I wanted to stay clear headed around him enough to where I could enjoy if I got to fuck him. I had only planned on taking a few shots to get my mind off things then walking - stumbling - home and crashing until that god forsaken alarm clock went off.
"So what's shit about your dad?" I asked him. He stiffened and I immediately regretted it.
"You don't need to know." His voice took on a threatening tone and I shrank back a bit.
"I'm sorry." The air was awkward between us, and I hated it. I wanted to be good company for him. He also looked like a decent enough fuck, which would also help take my mind off my father. I tried to drum up some casual conversation. "So, you got a wife?"
"No. I'm gay." He looked over to me, eyes intense. "Just like you."
"How do you know I'm gay?" I was gay, but I didn't think it was completely obvious.
"Those lips were made for sucking dick." He said it as if he were saying water was wet or that fire was hot. Simple. Like it was a fact of life that Eren Yaeger's lips needed to be wrapped around a cock.
"Is that..a compliment?" I laughed.
"If you want it to be, sure."
I leaned in closer to him, smelling his expensive cologne more deeply. "Is that what you want from me?"
"Yes." He leaned in closer to me. "That's what you want, too."
"I want more than that." I purred, the alcohol mixing my building arousal. "I want you inside me in other way, too."
Levi leaned away and for a moment I thought I had done something wrong. He jumped off the barstool and I tried to keep from smiling at how short he was. Not that it would matter. Everyone looks the same when you're face down, ass up.
"Mike!" He called, pulling out his wallet. "Takin' the shit." He threw some bills on the counter and grabbed the bottle.
"See ya later, buddy!" Mike called.
"You're taking the bottle?" I asked as he motioned for me to follow him.
"You like it, right? I don't have this at home. I mostly drink vodka or whiskey." He lead me outside. "Mike's a good friend. He don't care."
"We're going to your place or mine?" I looked around, hoping he would just walk with me to mine and wouldn't try to drive. No way was I getting in a car with an impaired driver.
"Mine." He waved in a short, quick motion and a black car pulled up to us.
"You have a driver?" I asked, amazed. Who the hell was I going to be fucking?"
"Olou," he said, ignoring me. "Take us home."
"Aye, aye, Captain." The driver, Olou, called. I slid into the backseat next to Levi and we were off. The car smelled so clean, like it was brand new. The tan interior looked new, so it might just be.
I grew tense shortly after the car started moving. I started bouncing my leg and looking around. Who was this guy? Was he someone important? I didn't want to fuck someone who was rich and important. Fuck! What if this guy was in the government or something?
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He said, putting his hand on my bouncing leg. I gulped at the feeling of his hands on me.
"It's just… You're obviously rich and important. You're not, like, a senator or something, right?"
"Fuck no."
"I'm not gonna find this as a scandal on the nine o'clock news, am I?"
"No." He sighed. "Look, I'm not an important government official. I had a long day at the office and I got… upset. My boss Erwin, who I'm good friends with, lent me one of the company cars and his personal driver Olou to make sure I got home without ramming into a Dairy Queen in a fit of rage. I asked him to stop for a little while at the bar. That's the whole of it."
"Oh, thank god." I sighed. I smiled wide before took off my seatbelt and leaned over to take his lips in mine. I was pleasantly surprised at how sweetly he kissed. I expected this hard, intense man to kiss with a bruising passion, but he didn't. Levi kissed with a petal soft heat that promised so much more to me. In that moment, when I felt his hands reach out and gently stroke at my face, I wanted all he was offering… and so much more.
I wondered if he fucked liked he kissed. If so, I was in for a real treat. I could just imagine the smell of his cologne and our sweat mixing together perfectly. The sight of his smooth, pale skin and his intense black hair above me...hot breath and sensual, slow love...our moans filling the room… I pictured a big bed with white blankets and big, fluffy pillows. There would be a big mirror above the bed so I could watch myself ride him into oblivion. I just knew it.
"Mmmm…" I moaned into his lips more from my imaginings than from what he was doing to me. He took this as an invitation to put his hands on me, one settling on my waist and the other sliding up my thigh. I snuck my tongue out and licked gently at the lip I was kissing. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue in between my lips. We played with each other's tongues, tasting the same alcohol on each other, until I felt a warm touch on my growing bulge.
"Mmmph!" I squeaked, pulling away from him. He immediately took his hands off of me.
"Are you okay…?" He trailed off, then I realized I had never even introduced myself to him.
"Eren." I smiled at him. "I'm Eren Yaeger."
"You okay, Eren?" He whispered. Hearing him say my name went straight to my fantasies.
I let my eyes flutter closed for a second while I imagined him groaning my name as he came inside of me. He would let me ride him until I was done, then roll me over and finish himself off in me. He would cuddle with me all through our post-sex glow, then he would carry me to his large bathtub. There would be candles...rose petals in the water...sweet whispers of how he never got to show his gentle side to anyone before and how I was special… I just knew it. He would become my world, if only for a few hours. He would make all my troubles melt away for a little while.
"I don't want to get too heated in front of Olou." I whispered into his ear, sitting close to him.
"Not an exhibishtionist then?" He asked, asking flicking to Olou in the driver's seat. I followed his gaze and found Olou was staring straight ahead, not paying attention to anything we were doing… but he still had ears. I was defintly not an exhibistionist.
"No." I said, shaking my head for added effect.
"I won't push you to do anything you don't want to do." Levi turned back to me, so I met his eyes again. "We're almost to my house, so we should talk."
"About?"
"Sex." He said, as if it were obvious. "What are things I should avoid?"
"Uhhh…" I didn't really know how to respond to this. I had never been asked anything like this before.
"Things you don't want me to do. You could call them limits." He waited patiently.
"Uh, I don't like having my neck touched." I tried that. I had no clue what he was on about. Was this how older people had sex? Mike said he was old, but he didn't look a day over 25. I was 21 and had had sex with people my age many times, but this was new.
"Okay, then I won't touch your neck. May I kiss it?" He asked.
"Fuck yes. Kiss, lick, bite, just don't touch it with your hands."
"Noted. Anything else? Things you want, don't want?"
"I want to bottom."
He threw his head back and gave one hearty "Ha!". An intense look crossed his face then, and he grew serious. "I always top, kid. Always."
"Good." Then I continued with my list. "You have to use a condom if you fuck me in the ass. You don't have to use one when I suck you off, though."
"Where do you want me to cum?"
"Uhhh…" It took me a moment because I had never been with a partner who had enough control to cum where I wanted him to. I blushed deeply as I answered him, "C-Can I swallow it?"
"Absolutely. I would prefer for you cum in my hand, in your hand, in a condom, or in my mouth. Anywhere with easy clean up is okay." His cheeks stayed pale as he discussed this and I wondered how it was possible. "What kind of lube do you prefer? I have water based and silicone, though silicone is the best for anal. I also have sensations lube and flavored."
"Uhhh…" Fuck, how do I answer these questions. He seemed so...professional. It's always been spit and hope with all the other guys I fooled around with. "I really don't care."
He hummed for a moment. "How do you feel about ropes?"
Fuck. This is the part of the horror movie where the audience is screaming at me to jump out of the car. Fear ran through me as I remembered one of Mikasa's lectures about not getting into cars with strange men at gay bars. Too fucking late for that.
"Hey, I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. I'd like to tie your hands and feet up, but if that is not what you want, I won't do it." His voice was softer this time.
"I don't know if I could handle that." After he explained, it felt a lot less serial killer and a lot more sexy. "I will admit that I'm curious."
"How about we try something softer than ropes then? I'll tie your legs with some soft silk ties and leave you your arms."
"That's okay." My soft, sensual fantasy had to make room for me having my legs tied open, but I still hoped for the white bed, fluffy pillows, and big mirror.
"How do you feel about toys? Plugs, vibrators-" He looked as though he was about to say something else, but he stopped.
"I like both of those things." I had no clue what he would do with either of those things. I mean, surely he would just fuck me with his dick, right?
"Is there anything you specifically want me to do?"
"Not really." I started blushing, thinking about my white bed and candlelight bath fantasy.
"Tell me."
"I mean. I like candles." I hoped that would get him going in the right direction.
" I can definitely pour some hot wax over you-" He started.
"What! I mean light some candles! Set a romantic mood!" my eyes widened.
"Hahahaha!" Olou started choking and my eyes flashed to him in time to see him slap the steering wheel, shoulders shaking.
"Shut up, Olou!" Levi jerked his head toward Olou.
"Captain isn't into 'romance', kid." Olou chuckled. I turned bright red and looked down at my hand.
"Shut up, Olou!" Levi snapped. Then he turned to me and added in a much gentler tone, "I can set some candles out if you want."
"No, no, it's okay. It's stupid." Somehow I felt like a little kid in a situation way over his head.
"If that's what you want then it's not stupid." He said.
"I'm okay with whatever you want, Levi."
"That's a dangerous thing to say." He sighed. "You aren't ready for everything I want to do to you. I can tell that. Let's just have some easy fun tonight and see where it goes."
"Okay, Levi." I reached over and held his hand. He stiffened for a moment, then relaxed.
"Do you-" He started.
"Home!" Olou proclaimed. "Can I go home to Petra now?"
"Yeah, yeah. Go get her to kick you in the balls til you jizz all over yourself." Levi got out of the car and I took a second to breath.
"Look, kid. Levi's a good guy, and he won't push you. If you don't like it, say so. Or say 'red'. Got it?"
"O-kay." What in the hell have I gotten into?