"Wonder where you got the idea."

Goddamn motherfucking smug ass fuck shit brat. Levi pushed away said brat who only swooped down to snuggle closer, his face in the crook of Levi's neck. "Eren," he warned the teen. "Go get some rest or something, stop smothering me."

"You sure? Don't you need help with anything?" Eren asked, speaking against Levi's skin.

"Today's laundry day and I can't really trust you with the washing machine just yet so it'd be better if you just take a nap." While saying this, Levi tried to pry off Eren who only chuckled in his ear, admittedly causing goose bumps to appear on his arms.

"Actually, I was talking about helping you with that thing that's been poking me for a while now."

Levi just had to roll his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest once he successfully pushed Eren off him. "You can keep the dream alive, kid," he told Eren. "An overly eager teen like you would have a hard time even getting this at half-mast."

The brunet raised his eyebrows, as if he was accepting Levi's statement as a challenge. "Now that is something I would like to disprove."

Levi thought that the totally inappropriate conversation was leading to nowhere remotely good (on his part), but he cracked a grin. "Not in your wettest dreams."

"Fine, fine. I'll be in my room, sleeping, dreaming. Call me if you need me, I guess?" Eren said, giving Levi his much needed space.

"Basically, never," Levi replied, pushing away the hair that covered Eren's forehead, the action contrasting well with his words.

Eren smiled at him and stalked off to his room upstairs. Levi didn't move until he heard the click of the door closing behind Eren. Before he started on the house chores, he decided to give Hanji a ring, informing her that Eren was very much okay and that the fever had already gone down. They talked for a while until Levi had to hang up while Hanji babbled about gossip around work (although to Levi's credit, he did tell her that he didn't give a fuck about who fucked who).

Levi did the laundry and cleaned up the place a bit, taking a warm bath afterwards. He woke Eren up to have snacks with him and had the brunet take another tablet for his cold. They had a relatively peaceful afternoon together, and Eren even offered to take on dinner.

"Are you sure you won't collapse?" Levi asked, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Can't have you fainting on me."

"Very funny, Levi. We both know I'm okay now, all thanks to you. Maybe you should have been a nurse instead of a pharmacist," Eren suggested, already poking around the fridge for ingredients. He declared that he was going to make a very creative dish of macaroni and cheese.

"Wow, tough work. Sorry, can't help you with that, I'm gonna go take a shower and get ready for my shift."

"I was wrong about the nurse thing!" Eren called out as Levi walked away. "How could you leave your patient slash boyfriend to fend for himself?"

Levi just gave him the finger, the word boyfriend bouncing around his head.


He was admittedly expecting this, ever since Eren kissed him and he kissed Eren a few weeks back. It came with the term that Eren had used, the term that Levi called the brunet when he had to reluctantly tell Hanji about their development ("Because you're my best friend and he's my nephew."), the term that they had so easily agreed upon even without bothering to discuss it.

Boyfriend. They were going out, although the only actual going out that they have actually done was going out for groceries, and there has never been any discussions about their relationship ever since it was established. Still, between the light kisses and sloppy make out sessions and some light petting here and there (mostly coming from Eren's part), Levi was more than convinced that they did in fact have a relationship that exceeded that of friends or roommates.

Were they lovers? Most probably, and so that was why Levi was expecting this kind of thing to eventually come from the brunet, a certain way of showing affection that was so common among teenagers yet so uniquely Eren. It was an adjustable and fairly simple rope bracelet with two solid black strands, no charms or anything that could get caught or hooked on anything. The bracelet fit Levi's wrist almost perfectly, not too tight so it wouldn't cut off his blood flow and not too loose so it wouldn't slide down his arm.

"Is it a matching set?"

Eren smiled sheepishly, almost shyly showing Levi the similar anklet that he wore on his right ankle.

"Of course," Levi said. "Thank you, Eren. Where'd you get the idea?"

"Well, I came by this cool shop on my way to the university last week, you know, for orientation," Eren paused, checking if Levi was following which the latter confirmed with a nod. "They had all sorts of band merchandise like shirts and bracelets and stuff like that, and then I saw these and I decided to buy them. Do you like yours?"

Levi knows that he will most likely never hear the end of it from his co-workers, but he doesn't tell Eren that. Instead, he says, "Yeah, it's pretty cool, actually. Who would have guessed that you had nice taste?"

"I was actually considering giving you the anklet, so you know, the people from the hospital wouldn't see, but I wasn't sure," Eren explained, playing with his own hair.

"This is fine. They'd find out anyway, even if it was around my dick. I imagine they'd be doing a full body check on me sometime soon," Levi told him, giving Eren's leg a reassuring pat. "Thanks, really."

"Okay, good. Glad you liked it. Can I get a kiss?" He was already leaning in, eyes half closed, so Levi's quirked eyebrow didn't really do much effect on him.

Eren had his lips pressed to Levi's the moment the older said, "Sure, why not."


There was another thing that Levi had expected to happen ever since Eren slept inside his bedroom the night the idiot got sick; it was going to happen again. And again. And again. It became even more evident that it was indeed going to happen when Levi realized that Eren had been moving some of his stuff from Hanji's house to Levi's and that he was no longer just "sleeping over" but was, in fact, once again living with Levi.

And then came the day. A few days before Eren started college, Levi arrived home from work and entered his supposed-to-be empty room only to find that it wasn't so empty, with a certain brunet sleeping on his bed. He sighed and checked Eren's forehead, finding out that the teen wasn't sick at all.

"Eren," he called, gently nudging Eren's shoulder. "Brat, what're you doing in here?"

Said teenager only groaned and turned away from Levi, clutching the sheets closer to his body.

"Eren," Levi repeated, the same warning tone that he used only for Eren in his voice. That got the teen to roll over on his back.

"Can we sleep together?" Eren asked, one eye slightly opened to look at Levi in the darkness. "Uni is starting in a few days and I'm nervous. Also, let's conserve energy?"

Only an idiot would fall for that, Levi told himself. "Fine." Unbelievable.

He changed into comfortable clothes and climbed into bed with Eren, who immediately wrapped his arms around Levi. The older male sighed but later allowed himself to enjoy the warmth that Eren Jaeger provided.

This setting went on until Eren didn't even have to make stupid ass excuses to sleep with Levi, and Levi didn't have to tell himself that he was only letting this happen because he did kind of believe these stupid ass excuses.

Eren started college and sometimes their schedule wouldn't match up so they wouldn't see each other in the afternoon when Levi was home on some days, or Levi would wake up alone on other days. Bedtime, though, was always the same for Levi, and Eren would always be there to share his bed.

And the same went for Sunday mornings; it never changed. One particular time, when Levi had to work on a Saturday night, he woke up the following morning to cold sheets, the other side of the bed empty. At first, he thought that maybe Eren had forgotten to tell him that he was going out, but when Levi stepped outside his room, the smell of food invaded his nostrils, inviting him to come down. He was met with a table already set with Eren's signature bacon and eggs and orange juice served on two glasses breakfast meal.

"You were so tired when you got home, you slept in your uniform," Eren told Levi, giving him a look.

"Yeah, I remember. Thanks for changing my clothes, I guess?" Levi said, sitting down on the chair opposite Eren. "And thank you for making breakfast."

"Sure, sure. We both benefit in it anyway. Both the changing part and the breakfast thing."

Levi rolled his eyes. "Please don't say you molested me in my sleep."

"My lips are sealed," Eren beamed, flashing him a brilliant set of white teeth before scarfing down the food.


"So, how's university so far?" Levi asked as he settled himself down on the couch, Eren sitting snuggly beside him, trying to decide which movie to play on Netflix. The rain was pouring down hard outside and they were both thankful that neither of them had to go out.

"Good, real good. I've met a few people I hang out with during my breaks, some I share classes with."

"Well, that's some good news. Broken any faces as of late?"

Eren laughed. "Nope, haven't seen Jean Kirstein in a while, so…" He clicked PLAY on some horror-mystery movie and they settled into relative silence, only breaking it to complain about the cold weather. Somehow, with all the shifting, they ended up lying on the couch, each using the opposite armrest as pillows so their legs were somehow entangled.

"Shit it's really cold," Levi said, just as the lead guy in the movie watched as a whole family of Italians died. Levi moved his foot and somehow, under the thick comforter, placed it on Eren's groin. The teen's surprised yelp was a dead giveaway of what exactly Levi's foot had settled itself on.

"Ah, sorry, didn't know that was there," he murmured, removing his foot from Eren's crotch.

"Nope, nothing to be sorry about," Eren told him. Levi looked at him and almost grinned when he saw the brunet's beet red face.

"What are you blushing about, Eren?" Levi asked. "It's not like—," Levi moved his foot again, placing it on Eren's groin once more, "This hasn't happened before, only with my hand instead of my foot, right?"

Really, he was just teasing the kid, finding it amusing how shy Eren could be at times then bold and fearless the next. Like how he was just blushing from just a moment ago and now he was looking at Levi with a straight face and Levi was feeling a bulge forming under his foot.

And now under his own pants.

What did he say about Eren having a hard time getting Levi at half-mast? Bullshit.

Levi watched Eren, experimentally moving his feet up and down the now prominent boner the teenager was sporting. At this, Eren looked away, as if he intended to continue watching the film. Levi had to hold back a sigh, opting to continue his business with his foot. Eren got steadily harder but he kept his eyes on the screen, his face still red and Levi would occasionally see him wetting his lips.

"You must be really horny right now, Levi," Eren finally said, still not making eye contact.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because if you weren't, you wouldn't be doing this," he explained, grabbing the remote and shutting off the television. He looked at Levi, an eyebrow raised in question.

Levi got up into a proper sitting position and took hold of Eren's hand, guiding it to his crotch, letting the teen feel the undeniable hardness underneath Levi's pants. "Does that mean anything to you?"

"It means a lot actually," Eren said, grinning. He palmed Levi through his pants, attempting to open his fly after a few moments and was met with no resistance, much to his apparent delight. Usually, Levi would stop him there, before he could make any skin on skin contact, but that wasn't the case today.

The shock of Eren's chilled hand around his hard member prompted a groan from him, then Eren's hand was pumping him and he had to bite his lip, breathing heavily through his nose. Eren was watching him, green eyes so keenly bent on catching every facial expression Levi would make. Eren moved so he was on his knees, hovering over Levi, his face inches from Levi's groin.

Eren's cold lips kissing the shaft of his dick elicited a hiss from Levi that was cut short by a gasp when a warm sensation enclosed the head. Eren took his time, pulling away only to take Levi's cock deeper each time he went back in. What he couldn't cover with his mouth, he gripped with his hand.

Levi ran a hand through brown locks, encouraging Eren to keep bobbing his head up and down. Eren went down and took him in even deeper and moaned around his cock, making him grip the brunet's hair tighter. He was released with a pop!, the sight of Eren's lazy grin and glistening lips making him impossibly harder.

"Fuck, Eren," Levi groaned, reaching out to free Eren's dick from its confines.

"Yes, fuck Eren," the brunet replied, laughing at his own comeback until he felt the cold air hit his exposed length, just as his pants and underwear fell to the ground. "Shit."

Levi pushed him down into his original position, lying on the couch, but now with Levi on top of him. Then Levi realized that maybe Eren wanted it some other way. He hesitated. "Do you want to…?" Levi trailed off.

Eren laughed. "No, it's okay, you can do me."

Levi was taken aback for a while, but then he realized that this was Eren Jaeger and he most probably meant what he just said so Levi just shook his head, wondering why Eren's answer even surprised him. "Well, it isn't all that romantic when you put it that way." He reached over and pulled out a bottle of lube from the center table's drawer, cursing under his breath when he failed to retrieve any condoms.

When he looked back at Eren, the teen was already holding out a packet for him. "Make love to me?" When Levi didn't say anything, Eren added, "Is that romantic enough for you?"

And Levi actually smiled, even laughed a bit. "You're such an idiot." He leaned down and kissed Eren, their mouths naturally finding their way into a rhythm they're both very much familiar with. Using his free hand, Levi pumped Eren's swollen member and swallowed all of Eren's moans. He pulled his hand away to lube up a finger and gently pushed it into Eren's puckered hole, feeling limbs automatically fly to wrap around his neck.

Levi allowed Eren enough time to get used to one finger before he lubed up another, pushing it in slowly and watching Eren's face closely for any signs of intense pain. Eren's thick eyebrows were drawn together in a look of concentration, beads of sweat started to break out on his forehead, and his lower lip was captured between his teeth. Levi kissed his forehead and started to to do scissoring motions with his fingers, opening Eren up wider. By the time Levi entered a third finger, Eren was panting and letting out small moans.

Levi pulled his fingers out all at once and rolled the condom from on, putting a generous amount of lube on his hand to spread on his dick. He looked at Eren for confirmation, to see if he was ready, and the brunet nodded his head several times.

Gently and slowly, Levi pushed in, careful not to hurt Eren. He inched inside until he was all the way in, up to the hilt, stopping for a while to let Eren adjust to the feeling of being stretched and let himself catch a few breaths. He used these few moments to fully appreciate how good it felt inside Eren and he couldn't stop himself from pulling back and giving a slight push. Instead of a negative response, Eren moaned out.

Encouraged, Levi started to move, starting off with a slow pace that they could both keep up with. In one particular thrust, he pulled out until only the head was left inside Eren, and then slammed back in. Eren arched his back, his hand flying to chest, playing with his nipple.

"You found it— mmhmm fuck, Levi!" The hand that was playing with his nipple found purchase on Levi's shoulder as did the other hand. Levi was gripping Eren's hips and had picked up on his pace, now slamming into Eren in earnest.

A series of choice curse words and Levi's name mingled in it tumbled out from Eren's mouth with the occasional loud moans of pleasure. "Fuck, do it harder— god, fuck, yes."

Levi took hold of Eren's cock and jerked it off in time with his thrusts, making Eren almost lose it. "Levi I'm so fucking close please don't stop."

Levi quickly lifted Eren's shirt and made him bite the hem. True to his words, after a long drawn out moan barely muffled by the t-shirt, Eren came into Levi's hands, his cum dripping down onto his stomach. It took only a few more thrusts and Eren tightening around him for Levi to come undone as well.

Breathing heavily, Levi looked down at Eren. The teen was looking at him too, with pupils blown wide, lips plump and wet andpulled up into a contented smile, cheeks aflame, and stomach covered in his own cum, Levi couldn't help but feel awestruck at the sight of Eren.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Shock registered on Eren's face, then a smile so wide spread over his face, and then he mouthed a shy "Thank you" to Levi and Levi felt a painful tug at his heart and he didn't know why but he thought that he felt like he wanted to cry.

Fuck, he was so fucked.


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