Untouched

by Mastia

Eren was snuggling further into his comforter when his phone went off. It startled him out of his half-sleep, and he reached across his bed to check who had texted him so late. He frowned when he realized it was only a picture and rolled his eyes as he clicked on it, eyes going wide at what he saw. Phone sex turns into something more. ErenXLevi

4. Casual Affair

A/N: Chapter Song is Panic! At the Disco's Casual Affair. And fluff makes my life worth living.

Eren was disoriented when he woke up snuggled into Levi's chest, their legs tangled together. The man was warm with his arms around the brunet, and he could hear him snoring softly. Panicking, having never been in a situation like that before, Eren tried to pull back, but Levi's arms only tightened around him. After struggling to break free for a solid five minutes, he gave up, sighing and burying back into his neck. It was still dark in the room, no light shining though the curtains, and Levi's breathing lulled the younger man back to sleep. The last thing Eren remembered before passing out again was how vulnerable the other man looked.

Levi woke to find Eren still curled up next to him, which he took as a good sign. He was going to hurt like hell when he woke up, Levi knew, and as far as he was concerned Eren wasn't doing anything too strenuous today even if he wanted to. His shoulder felt a little achy and their collective first destination was definitely the shower. Breakfast could come after.

Normally the idea of eating in bed was instantly blacklisted, but these sheets would have to be washed anyway. Eren looked peaceful right now, but as much as he would like to go back to sleep he was the kind of person who didn't have that luxury. Once he was up, he was up. Sighing as it hit him that all of this had been the product of a technicality, he stroked Eren's cheek lightly. He was hardly a believer in one night stands but this had been a rebound, and he knew it… he just wasn't sure that Eren saw it that way.

When Eren woke up for the second time, he found out that Levi wasn't there. It took him a moment to sit up, his muscles sore from their activities the night before, and he cursed as a stab of pain shot through his hips. "Fuck." After trying to get up to look for the other man- keyword trying- he huffed and sat back down, calling out to him instead. He felt dirty, having realized that he'd fallen asleep without cleaning up, and he grimaced. "Levi? Are you here? I really want to clean up..."

Levi poked his head in from the bathroom and smiled as he saw that Eren was awake, walking over and putting his hands on his shoulders to get him to lie back down. "Stay there, Eren. Today is all about making you feel better because I know you must be hurting after last night." He had a dampened washcloth with him that was used to carefully clean Eren up, kissing his forehead. "You did well."

"Hmmm," The brunet hummed as Levi washed him and smiling softly. He was still groggy, the pain wearing him out. It was a strange feeling considering he'd slept fairly well. "Thanks..." When Levi kissed his forehead, his eyes closed and he shivered. Levi looked nice, wearing a soft looking black shirt and a pair of dark jeans. It reminded him that he was still naked. "Can I go get my clothes from downstairs? I brought some from home."

"No, you stay here. No walking for you just yet." Besides that, there were other things he planned on doing with Eren. Giving him aftercare was just as vital as talking to him about the rules he had, after all. "Do you have anywhere to be?" he asked, resting on the end of the bed as he stroked his fingers through Eren's hair. "Because if you don't, I'd very much like it if you let me take care of you for the day."

Eren shook his head, enjoying the feel of the Levi's fingers in his hair. "I have a paper I need to write for psychology, but that was all I was planning for the weekend." His voice grew soft, eyebrows knitting together as he thought about burdening the older man. He didn't know what to think about giving in to the offer. On one hand, he was tired and sore and didn't want to move, let alone try and get home, but on the other he felt guilty about interfering with the other man's life. "But are you sure? I could get a ride home. It wouldn't be that hard..."

"I'm sure, Eren. It's important. I wasn't exactly gentle with you last night." From the small frown on Eren's face it looked like he felt that he was imposing. The expression was adorable, but there was no need for it to be there. "If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't ask. So don't worry." He'd been able to get himself a shower while Eren was asleep and had meant to be back before the brunet woke up alone, but it appeared that hadn't quite worked out. "Do you like French toast?"

At the thought of food, Eren perked up. He realized just how hungry he was when his stomach growled, and he blushed, embarrassed. "I love French toast. It's the best smothered in syrup and berries." His mouth watered at the thought, and he tried his best not to make a face. The sweet dish was his favorite breakfast actually, but Levi didn't need to know that. He chuckled to himself, thinking about all the mornings spent cooking with Mikasa. "My sister always made whipped cream too, for herself."

Eren's growling stomach brought a quiet smile to his face, and he nodded. A small part of him thought maybe it would be a mistake to let this kid walk away - there hadn't been anyone else he'd just been able to be himself around so easily. The small part of him was quickly shouted down by the rest of his rational mind. Eren was a lot younger than him, their lifestyles were probably vastly different and no doubt, as adorable as he was, he had a lot of other prospects. He wouldn't miss him. His encounter with Levi would become another funny college story.

Levi didn't know whether he was okay with that or not, but he had no choice about it either way, so why worry? All he could do was make sure Eren was looked after and hope he remembered him kindly, if at all. "French toast it is, then. But before that, I ran you a bath to ease some of that soreness. You'd better come enjoy it before the water starts cooling off."

"Yes." The brunet let out something close to a moan as he imagined sitting in the hot water. "You're the best." He breathed in deeply and tried to stand, grimacing when the ache in his muscles and the pain in his hips hit him again. His knees felt weak and he grabbed onto Levi, attempting to steady himself. "Fuck."

Predicting that Eren was going to need the help, Levi was way ahead of him, his hands wrapping protectively around Eren's back as the brunet reached out for him, catching him before he could fall backward. "Careful, Pup."

He caught the nickname this time and made a mental note not to let himself use it again. He was going to get too attached if he didn't maintain the distance a little more. Using Eren's slightly dipped position as an excuse, he leant down brushed their lips together in a quick, chaste kiss before helping him the short distance into the bathroom. The tub had enough room in it for him to spread out and was already filled with steaming water, the calming scent of lavender and lemongrass flooding the room from a few purple candles dotted here and there across the cream tile surfaces. There was a dock in one corner, his black iPod already in it because he'd been in the room earlier, quietly playing ocean wave sounds, all designed to help Eren relax.

"Come on. This always helps me wind down, and it should work for you too."

Eren's eyes widened when he stepped into the bathroom. The scent was calming, and the sounds of the ocean were calming to say the least. With Levi's help, he made his way into the bath, sinking down into the water with a hiss and a sigh. It burned a bit against his skin, but it was a good kind of burn, and he could feel his muscles relaxing. The tub was larger than he was used to, and the brunet found himself holding his breath and slipping under the water.

He stayed down as long as he could, only coming back up for air. After wiping his dripping hair from his face, he looked over to see Levi watching him, his lips turned up in a smirk. "I'd ask you to join me, but I hurt too much to even try."

"I already showered, Eren. It's all for you, so enjoy it." The bath wasn't that high that it would be a problem for him to reach in over the sides while kneeling up, having been built a little way into the floor, and he did, crossing his legs under him. "And somehow I don't think you'll be doing too much of that nature for a while. Turn around a little for me?" Levi patted the side of the tub closest to him, trying to get Eren into a position that gave him access to his back and shoulders as he scooped a small bottle up from where he'd left it on the floor tucked against the side of the bath.

Doing what Levi had asked, Eren turned around as much as he could, pulling up his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them, resting his chin on top. He resisted the urge to go back underwater, settling against the side of the tub. "That's not what I meant..." The brunet pouted, mumbling into his legs, face hidden from the older man's eyes.

After a short bout of quiet laughter Levi leant slightly more forwards and kissed the back of Eren's neck, rolling his shirt sleeves up and then working some of the lavender oil from the small bottle into Eren's shoulders with his fingers, moving in small, slow circles outward from his spine to work out the knots in the muscle. "So did you enjoy last night?"

Eren blushed when he felt Levi's lips on his neck, and the feeling of his hands rubbing circles on his back made him shiver. It felt like magic. The knots rolling under his skin felt great, and he leaned back into the pressure before answering. "I did. I was better than I thought it'd be..." Startled by how true the words rang, the teen groaned, glad that Levi couldn't see his face. He couldn't believe he'd just said that.

"Good. I'm glad you did." Levi replied, the sound of Eren's groan making him smile a little as he kept up the touches, adding a little more or less pressure as was necessary as he worked across Eren's shoulders and up his neck before turning his attention to the rest of his back. "Sometimes I worry I go too hard, and I know it was your first time. So..." he trailed off, blushing slightly and thankful that Eren was facing the other way.

"It was that obvious?" Laughing, Eren moved his hand from its position on his knees to let his fingers skim the water beside him. The brunet closed his eyes, biting on his lip as Levi hands glided across his skin. He thought as much; he really did. His friends had always teased him about having a 'blushing virgin' vibe going on whenever sex was mentioned, and Levi could probably tell immediately. "You know what? I'm not even surprised."

"Well, let's just say the only people who ask for a kiss in a situation like that are either hopeless romantics or total virgins." Levi replied, shrugging a little. "And you seemed like both, if I'm honest. Not that there is anything wrong with it. I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself." Because it was probably realistic to think that the two of them wouldn't find themselves in this scenario again after today.

"Mmmm." Yep, he was definitely both. Romance was his biggest weakness if he was honest with himself. Even at a young age, his mother always joked that Eren was meant to be someone's wife. His love of cooking and taking care of the people he loved had only grown stronger since her death, to the point that Armin no longer fought him on who made their meals. Eren shrugged, letting his legs spread out under the water, and tilted his head to the side. "So what did you want to do today?"

"Me? I'm going to make you French toast and spoil you rotten. If that means getting back in bed and spending what's left of the morning cuddling then that's fine." Once he was finished with Eren's skin he turned his attention to his hair, still damp enough from him ducking under the water, hunting out his usual strawberry scented shampoo and working some in, his fingers gently rubbing Eren's scalp. "But if you feel up to going somewhere later before I take you home, that's fine too. You said something about dessert last night before you fell asleep."

"I did?" As Levi worked the shampoo onto Eren's scalp, the brunet thought back to the night before. He faintly remembered thinking to himself that it'd be nice to make Levi dessert, but he didn't think he'd said it out loud. "Never mind..." Apparently he was tired enough to run his mouth and he prayed that he hadn't aid anything too embarrassing (or at least the older man didn't remember if he'd said anything like that). "And just hanging around the house sounds good to me. Can we watch movies or something? I can make snacks?"

It seemed that Eren just didn't know how to not be a housewife. "We can if you like. If that's something you'll enjoy doing." If Eren was going to have more fun that way then it was fine by him, as long as it meant that the brunet kept relaxing. It was a few more minutes of getting through using conditioner as well and rinsing Eren off before Levi leant back, fingers gently tracing Eren's jaw line. "Do you always spend your time cooking for people?"

Levi's question had Eren laughing like an idiot, enough that he barely acknowledged that the man was done. "Of course not. Mikasa would kill me if I took care of her and my roommate usually eats out with his boyfriend... I do love cooking though." He looked down at his hands. "I-I had a great teacher..." Eren smiled sadly at his hands before looking back at Levi. "The best teacher anyone could ask for."

With a determined nod, his voice brightened, trying to lighten his mood. "So do I get a towel or am I just going to walk around your house naked?"

The sudden cloudiness that seemed to cross Eren's expression made him frown slightly, as it was the opposite of what he'd wanted. Just another reminder that he didn't know Eren well enough to stay away from the things that made him sad. Another reminder that he didn't know Eren at all, really, with how little time they had spent with each other so far.

Eren's abrupt return to cheeriness soon made him push the thought away, though. A playful smirk crossed his face as he slowly looked Eren up and down. "I certainly wouldn't complain at getting to see that." He murmured the words invitingly against Eren's lips before giving him a quick peck and pulling back. "But I suppose I'd better go grab your clothes."

"Thanks, Levi." He stood up as Levi stepped away from him, water rushing around his sides. He noticed a towel next to the tub, and grabbed it, assuming it was for him. It was surprisingly soft- nothing like the ones he and Armin kept i their dorm- and he gently dried himself off, making sure he got every bit of moisture he could. Eren rustled it in his hair, squeezing the excess water out of it and then wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back into Levi's bedroom and sat on the bed. "He could hear the other man walking back up the stairs, and smiled when he saw him with his bag. "I'm glad I packed something comfortable..."

Levi merely smiled in response, turning the sounds coming from the iPod off and going around blowing the candles out before leaving Eren to it. When he came back into the room he left the bag tucked over his shoulder at the end of the bed, trying not to focus too much on Eren in just a towel. "Better get comfy, brat. I still owe you French toast." he replied fondly, turning and heading back out of the door so he could get back to his kitchen.

Eren's grinned widened with the mention of French toast, and he bounced a little on the bed, ignoring the ache of his hips. After his excitement died down a bit, and Levi had left the room, he slipped of the bed and grabbed his bag, unzipping it and pulling out his clothes. He'd packed his favorite pair of pajama pants and a loose band shirt along with his jeans and a pair of boxers, and he hummed to himself as he pulled on his underwear and the flannel bottoms. Tugging on the shirt next, he then pulled out his laptop and charger and searched around the bed for the nearest outlet.

Luckily for him, the side he'd slept on the night before had one behind its nightstand, and he plugged everything in with sparkle in his eyes. Eren climbed into the bed when he was set and turn on the computer; he could faintly hear Levi working downstairs. "Might as well start on that paper..."

Levi eventually came back up with a tray that ended up being set on top of his dresser, two plates of French toast drizzled with maple syrup and topped with raspberries and blueberries and two glasses of orange juice contained on it, along with a small dish that he held up in Eren's direction, a teaspoon balanced between his fingers. "Want it with whipped cream on it?" he asked, helping himself to some for his own plate's worth of breakfast. "You said your sister used to make it like that so I figured you might."

"Yes, please. On the side?" Eren's eyes widened as Levi spooned the fluffy substance onto his plate and handed it to him. It looked delicious and his mouth started watering as he took his first bite. He moaned when the syrup hit his tongue, savoring the sweetness and then took a bite of bread. There was the perfect amount of cinnamon, and he could taste a little nutmeg mixed in there as well. "This is really good..." After he'd swallowed his bit, he stabbed a raspberry with his fork and swiped it through the cream, getting a generous heap. He bit his bottom lip before tasting it, memories flooding back into his head. It was creamy and just sweet enough to balance out the sourness from the berry.

Levi ate leant against his dresser, one thin eyebrow curving up a little at Eren's moan. He didn't think his cooking was quite that good. But he wasn't going to complain at hearing Eren moan again, even if it was over food. "Thanks. Maybe I should cook for people more often."

That was an utter joke. He barely allowed people in his house, let alone cooked for them, and was not bitter about the lack of guests in the slightest.

Sensing the sarcasm, the brunet rolled his eyes. "Don't judge me. I haven't had this in years. And it's my fa-." Stopping himself midword, he shook his head, focusing instead on finishing his food. It didn't take that long to since he was so hungry, and after eating everything on his plate, he all but chugged his glass of orange juice. While drinking the juice, he had notice a TV opposite the bed. Eren noticed that Levi still had some of his French toast left, and raised an eyebrow at the other man. "When you're done you should come here. I wanna snuggle." He drew out the word as a joke, patting his eyelashes like an idiot.

Levi cocked his head to the side in interest as Eren cut himself off, wondering what he would have said were he going to finish the sentence. Levi ate a low slower, smirking as he watched Eren tuck into his food.

"You want to snuggle." the older man deadpanned. "Jesus Christ, brat, did someone dip you in frosting as a kid?" Nonetheless, it was obvious from the slight blush dusting his pale cheeks that he was thoroughly onboard with the idea, quickly tidying their respective plates and glasses away and huddling back under the covers with Eren, tucking himself into his side and nuzzling the brunet's neck.

"Much better." Eren made sure to make his tone light and sing-songy, as much as he could anyway, and pulled Levi as close as physical possible, wrapping his arms and legs around the other man. His hands wandered down to Levi's waist, thumbs rubbed circles on the man's hipbones and up under his shirt to brush along his spine. His hands stopped where they were, voice lowering as he whispered in Levi's ear. "What are we going to watch?"

Levi shivered at the feeling of Eren's hands dipping beneath the confines of his shirt, hand fisting in the fabric over the teen's chest as he shut his eyes and tried to forcefully keep his breathing even despite the fact it had already hitched, traitorous as it was. "Eren if you keep doing that the only thing you're going to watch is me get sexually frustrated." he replied, not in the least bit sorry for how breathless he sounded.

Pouting, Eren slipped his hands to the front, gliding them over Levi's stomach, still under the fabric of his shirt. "I'll stop, but I think it'd be nicer if I could feel your skin..." He smiled, pulling at the hem, and kissed the man's forehead. "Please, Levi."

Levi hissed out the breath he'd been holding as his abdominals twitched at the contact with Eren's hand. This little shit was going to be the end of him, he was sure. Especially when he sounded like that. Well, he had said he'd go along with what Eren wanted today...

"Fine." He told himself he definitely wasn't biting his lip as he undid the buttons down the front of his shirt and pulled it off, quickly folding it and leaving it on his nightstand before returning to his initial position in Eren's hold, pale skin bared for the younger male to do what he liked with. "That better?"

More than happy to get his way, Eren nodded and guided Levi into a soft kiss, nipping at his bottom lip. "Yes." He pulled away after a moment and buried himself deeper into the covers, switching positions so that he could nuzzle Levi without their height difference getting in the way. "You choose the movie first?"

Letting out a quiet, appreciative sigh as he felt Eren kiss him, he tightened his grip on the brunet. "If I didn't know you were still sore I'd be tempted to collar you again." Not that a few teasing touches were enough to wind him up that badly, but it would be fun to see how Eren reacted to the idea. "But okay. Hope you don't mind horror films." Levi hadn't ever really been one for romcoms or comedies, and he was very much in a Constantine mood right now.

"Well at least if I get scared I have someone to hide behind..." Eren's tone was teasing, but he was actually pretty serious. Horror was his second favorite genre, but he was startled easily, usually accompanied by a scream and him knocking over the nearest container of liquid. It was bad enough that his friends had made a rule about not watching jump scares as a group.

If Eren got scared, he'd probably laugh, at least a little. He'd been a fan of the horror genre for a long time and jump scares didn't really get him anymore. The thought of Eren clinging to him was a lot more interesting.

"Well, you can pick the next one. Just don't make me sit through some sappy love story and I won't have to distract myself." he teased, tilting up Eren's jaw and tracing his tongue deliberately slowly over the seam of the brunet's closed lips before giving him a quick kiss, eyes sliding shut for a few moments.

Closing his eyes for the brief time Levi's lips touched his, Eren chuckled at Levi's 'threat'. "Hmmm." The brunet entwined their hands together, leaning against Levi as the man turned on Netflix.