Chapter 10: Soccer Player Goes Out In Style!
Eren

As we're climbing into Levi's slick car, my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket to see that Mikasa is calling me.

"Damn. I was almost home, too," I exhale before answering the call and pressing my phone to my ear. "Yellow."

"Eren? Why haven't you been answering your phone? Why didn't you come home last night? Where are you?" she questions relentlessly.

"I'm on my way home now, Mikasa," I tell her, running a hand through my hair.

Levi pulls out of the below-ground parking garage and races down the street as Mikasa continues to chew me out. I half listen to her, and half pay attention to where exactly it is that Levi lives. Now that it's daytime, I can actually see the street signs and the surroundings. It's not that I want to stalk him or anything... It's just that, what if he invites me over and I have to ride my bike here? That's a valid reason to make note of where your celebrity one-night-stand lives, right?

"Where did you go?" Mikasa demands again. "All your note said was that you were going out and that you'd be home late, not that you weren't coming home at all."

"I wasn't planning on staying out all night. Jean and I went to a bar to unwind, and I was too drunk to walk home, so I crashed on Jean's couch last night," I say, giving her my half-assed excuse.

"Why didn't you call us? Armin or I could've picked you up," she argues.

"It was like, one in the morning, and Armin is always so tired from pulling long shifts at the hospital. I didn't want to wake you guys up," I tell her. I hate lying to her, but what choice do I have? I signed a contract saying I won't tell anyone that I slept with Levi. And even if I hadn't, I don't know if I'd tell Mikasa anyway. "Besides, it's no big deal. Jean and I didn't rip each other's throats out, so it's all good."

"Alright... as long as you're okay," she says. "Next time just let me know where you are. At least send me a text."

"Alright, will do. I'll be home soon."

After our quick goodbyes, we hang up and I shove my phone back in my pocket. By that time, we're already almost back to my apartment, so there goes any conversation I could've had with Levi to hopefully alleviate, but most likely make worse, the awkwardness of this morning.

He pulls into the parking lot of my complex and I climb out of the car. I hesitate though, and Levi rolls the window down. "What is it?"

I debate whether or not I should say what's on my mind. I know he promised me, but I have to make sure he's planning on keeping that promise.

"So I'll see you at practice tomorrow?" I ask, leaning down to look at him through the open window.

A smirk pulls at his lips. "And in my bed after."

With that, he rolls the window back up and pulls out of the parking lot, leaving me standing there with wide eyes. I watch his tail lights disappear from sight, and only then am I able to turn around and head up to my apartment. Mikasa and Armin are both awake and sitting at the bar eating breakfast. I hurriedly make my way towards my bedroom to change my clothes and find something that will cover the hickies on my neck. Dressed in loose black jeans and a deep green turtle neck, I head back into the front room to join Mikasa and Armin.

"Did you at least have fun last night while you were scaring me half to death?" Mikasa questions.

"Fun? With Jean?" I snort. "It's not like there was a Scouts match last night, so it was just eh. The only time we actually have any fun together is when we're watching a match. Speaking of which, there's a match tonight and I invited him to come over and watch it. I'll probably invite everyone else too."

Mikasa nods. "I have the shift after yours at the shop, so I won't be able to watch the match with you guys."

"Aw Mikasaaa," I whine. "It's okay, we'll try our best to have fun without you."

She rolls her eyes at me as she stands to clear her dishes. Checking the time, I see it's still only seven in the morning and cringe. Jeez, how early did I wake up this morning? Ugh it's too early to be alive right now... I decide that since I'm already up and awake, I might as well work on my art assignment due Monday before I have to get ready for my lunchtime shift at work. But the second I sit down on my stool in front of my easel, my mind begins to wander. My hand moves across the canvas, my pencil sketching out a rough design as my mind plays back the events of last night. It's still a little hard to believe that I slept with the star striker of the Scouts last night. I can feel the grin on my face as I recall the way his hands felt on me, the way his teeth and lips felt on my neck, the feeling of his fingers and cock in me. A shudder runs up my spine at the influx of memories and feelings. Oh, and his words before he left. He wants me back in his bed tomorrow night. I guess I wasn't the only one who enjoyed themselves last night.

"Another drawing of Ackerman?" Armin's voice questions from my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts.

I actually look at my drawing then, and realize that I am in fact drawing Levi again. But at least, unlike the images of him in my head, he's wearing clothes.

"Uh, yeah, I guess it is," I reply.

"It looks good," he says, continuing on to our room to get ready to leave for his shift at the hospital.

"Wait," I call after him before he disappears. "When you get back from the hospital can I borrow your car to go get shit for the party tonight?"

"Sure," he replies. "I'll go with you."

He disappears into the bedroom, and I get back to my drawing of Levi. I stare at it for a long minute before deciding that I need to start turning in shit where Levi isn't the subject. So I pull up a new canvas and get to work.

...

With the television blasting the pregame, bowls full of chips and other snacks, a cooler of beer on ice, dressed in my autographed Ackerman jersey, and someone knocking on the front door, I start to get really excited for this match. I open the door to let in Connie and Sasha, and Connie immediately pulls a beer out of the cooler. People slowly start to trickle in, and with beers being passed around, the party is already in full swing by the time the match starts. The only people that can't make it are Ymir and Christa because of work, and Bertolt apparently has too much homework to finish before school on Monday. And then of course Mikasa. Because apparently work and school are more important than the Scouts match for all these people.

The match starts and I plop myself down front and center with Jean and Connie to watch the match. The volume of the room goes up as soon as the starting whistle is blown. I nurse my beer as I shout at the television screen. I decide that, since I have the morning shift tomorrow, it'd probably not be wise to get absolutely plastered tonight like I did last time.

Levi wasn't lying when he said that Stohess was a strong team. They get in two goals before halftime, leaving the score two to nothing. Connie, Jean, and I went from shouting cheers to curses very quickly after the start of the match. The Scouts are playing well, but Stohess is playing better. Levi especially seems totally on his game, and of course I'm going to take all of the credit for that. Not out loud, but in my mind, and definitely the next time I see him, I'm taking full credit.

Everyone gathers back around the television as half time comes to an end and the match resumes. The shouting is louder than ever. Even Marco and Armin, who are normally very quiet and off doing their own things during these matches, are helping us cheer the Scouts towards an upset.

When a great play results in Levi getting the ball with almost no opposition anywhere near him, I'm on my feet, along with Connie and Jean, cheering loudly. The camera follows Levi as he races towards the goal. Seemingly out of nowhere, a defender is right on top of him, and Levi makes a sliding kick to pass the ball to Jinn. The defender goes sprawling on his stomach, then rolls over to clutch at his ankle. Our cheers turn to curses.

"What the fuck?! Ackerman didn't even touch him!" Jean shouts at the television.

"What a fucking faker," Connie grumbles.

Levi gets to his feet and completely ignores the defender still rolling around on the ground, heading down the field to assist Eld and Farlan. But the referee blows his whistle to halt the play. He's running towards the faker Stohess player, pulling out a yellow card and holding it above his head.

"Ha! That's right, card that faker for faking," I laugh, taking a swig of my beer. But then the ref points to Levi with the card. I almost spit out my beer in shock. "What?!"

Levi seems just as surprised by this as I am, but then is just angry as he jogs over to the ref. Jean, Connie, and I are all shouting curses at the ref for calling a bogus trip call on Levi, and Levi seems to be doing the same. I can't read his lips very well, but he's definitely angry, and- oh, he definitely just said 'fuck'. I can lip read that one. Oh, and there it is again. I can't help but laugh, because this doesn't really surprise me, but he better watch out or he could get red carded for arguing. The camera pans over to the sidelines where Coach Smith is heatedly arguing with another ref. Everyone seems to know that call was bullshit except for the refs.

Their arguing doesn't seem to do much good, neither Levi's nor Erwin's. The yellow card stands and the refs call for the match to continue. The Scouts manage to tie the score with five minutes left in the match. Connie, Jean, and I are now permanently on our feet, shouting at the Scouts to just freaking win this damn match already, as if it would help.

The ball rolls out of bounds and everyone on the field stills for a few moments while Ian Dietrich hurries to get the ball. My eyes are on Levi, tiny in the corner of the screen- because of course I'm watching Levi- when I see a Stohess player walk by him. It's the same defender that managed to get Levi carded at the beginning of the half. The defender turns his head slightly, as if saying something in passing to Levi. And holy fuck did he say something because Levi suddenly spins around and grabs the front of the defender's jersey, pulling the defender back face to face in front of him. It's actually a comical sight, seeing five foot three Levi trying to manhandle the defender that's a head taller than him. I'd be laughing if I didn't see the ref rushing over to them with a red card held in the air.

"What the fuck Ackerman?!" Jean shouts. "What are you doing, you piece of shit? You already had a yellow card!"

"That defender said something to Levi," I respond, pointing at the television screen. I'm just as furious as Jean is, but not at Levi. "He provoked him, I saw it. It's the same asswipe that got him carded earlier."

Levi doesn't even argue with the ref this time as the man pulls Levi off the defender and gestures that he's ejected from the match. Levi starts to walk off the field, but turns after a few feet, taking a few steps backward as he flips off the defender with both hands before jogging off the field.

It's dead silent in the room, then everyone erupts into laughter. Even Armin and Marco find that hilarious. And Annie, who never even smiles, has a small grin on her face. I think Reiner is having trouble breathing as he rolls around on the floor, clutching at his stomach. I wipe tears from my eyes.

"Way to go out in style, Ackerman," Jean laughs.

"That man has too much sass for his own good," Connie says, a huge grin plastered to his face.

"I think that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Sasha giggles.

They all took the words right out of my mouth. Damn that man always manages to keep things interesting. I watch as Erwin pats Levi on the back with a smile before Levi continues to the locker room. Erwin isn't even mad at him. Everyone knows that he should still be in the match. That first yellow card was complete bullshit. But unfortunately there's nothing anyone can do, and the match continues with the Scouts being a man short. Stohess manages to get in another goal just before the end of the match, leaving the final score three to two Stohess. But right now, I don't even really care about that loss.

...

My morning shift from five to ten drags. God I hate morning shifts at a fucking coffee shop. It's Sunday people! It's Sunday at five fucking o'clock in the morning! Why are you even awake? But when I finally clock out and head home, I dive straight into my art project that's due tomorrow. I have to finish it before I go to the Scouts practice, because I might not be coming back here until tomorrow morning before class.

The thought alone puts a smile on my face as I paint the colors of the bloodied battlefield on my canvas. The sun is setting on the scene of bodies and tilting flag staves and swords sticking up from the ground. Everything is painted using the reds and oranges and yellows and black casted by the setting sun. It's a really gruesome, dark scene.

"Okay, why are you smiling while painting something like that?" Armin's voice says, snapping me from my thoughts of Levi. "That's really creepy."

"What? Oh, uh, I was just thinking. Sorry, I'll try to creep you out a little less."

He laughs and heads into the bedroom to change out of his scrubs. If he's back from the hospital, it must be after three already. Jeez, time really flies when you're thinking of smoking hot strikers that you may possibly take a roll in the sheets with later that night. I take a look over the painting, making note of the few things I still need to touch up. I'm so close to being done, then I can head over to the stadium for the Scouts practice.

It's almost five before I finally get the painting finished. I hurry into my room to change, then pack my backpack with a change of clothes. Good thing Armin isn't in the room to question why I need to bring a change of clothes to Scouts practice. I also toss my toothbrush into the backpack as an afterthought, then hurry towards the door, pulling on my shoes as I go, almost falling over more than once.

"I'm meeting up with someone after the practice. I may or may not be home tonight," I call as I'm leaving the apartment, not giving Mikasa or Armin the opportunity to reply. "I'll text you."

I close the door and take the stairs two at a time down to my bike. I hesitate though, then start jogging down the street to the bus stop. If I'm going home with Levi, I don't want to leave my bike at the stadium. Either he can give me a ride back to my place tomorrow morning before school or I can take the bus.

The bus gets me to the stadium much faster than my bike would, but it's still half past five by the time I get there. Practice is already well underway, exercises being run in all corners of the field. I find Levi working with the other forwards on one end of the field, all working on their shots on goal. Mike stands in the net, attempting to block their shots. I take up a spot in that corner and start shooting pictures of all of the forwards, but especially of Levi. I zoom in on his face a few times, getting some really good shots of his face twisted slightly with the effort. I think it's adorable how his lips part a little right before he takes his shots. And the way his brow scrunches ever so slightly. Those little things are always edited out in magazines and other shoots. But I like them.

When Pixis calls for his forwards to take a break, I back away from the field, lowering my camera to look through the pictures I took. Levi hasn't noticed me yet, so I decide to step back and let him be until practice ends. Taking a seat on one of the stadium seats, I scan through the dozens of pictures I've already taken, deleting the ones that didn't turn out or that I don't like.

"Oi," Levi's voice suddenly says from right in front of me. I startle and almost drop my camera. "You're late."

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm a busy college student that actually has a life," I retort, a little more snarky than I meant.

His eyes widen slightly, but then he smirks. "You have a lot of attitude, brat," he says, his voice low. "I like that."

Well he sure turned that back around on me really quick. I hate how he does that so easily.

"I'm glad you made it though, because you're coming home with me after practice," he tells me under his breath. He doesn't give me any chance to reply, whether to agree or argue, before walking off towards the rest of the group.

I sit there wide eyed, and I'm sure my cheeks could easily be mistaken for tomatoes. I wouldn't have argued with him, in fact I would have readily agreed, but does he really have to be so cocky about it? Maybe I should reject his suggestion, just for being so cocky. Yeah, I think I will. Serves that shorty hotshot right.

But... what if he goes and finds someone else to take home? What if he goes and hooks up with someone else? Yesterday morning, when I was talking with Levi and Isabel, they had talked about 'all of his sexual partners'. And Isabel had pulled that contract out of her bag like it was nothing, like she does it all the time. She probably does. I mean, it doesn't surprise me that Levi has so many sexual partners. I'm sure he can get whoever he wants. Not only is he famous, but he's got a body hotter than a rocket on takeoff. Who wouldn't want to go home with him? His number of past partners though isn't what bothers me. It's that I could become one of them, a past sexual partner.

What the hell am I saying? Of course it's going to happen one day. It's not like we're in a relationship or anything. This is just a fling. That's all it can be. I'm sure he doesn't want to be tied down to me and only to me. Eventually he'll get bored and move on. I'm actually surprised he's still pursuing me sexually. He told me he's never been with a virgin before me, and it was obvious he was holding himself back. He told me that I had no idea what he wanted to do to me. I'm not as experienced as he probably prefers his partners to be. What if he gets bored with that and tosses me aside to go find men that can please him in ways I can't?

I push those thoughts away. It's bound to happen eventually, so I should enjoy what we have now instead of dwelling on the inevitable.

...

I manage to enjoy the rest of practice. I actually talk a lot with Farlan Church. I learn a lot about him and Isabel. He tells me that he and Isabel actually met through Levi. Apparently Isabel and Levi went to college together, Isabel majoring in law and Levi on a soccer scholarship. When they graduated, Levi immediately got recruited by the Scouts, and Isabel became his agent. It was a couple years later that Farlan got traded to the Scouts from Karanese. Levi and Farlan became close friends due to their reliance on each other on the field, and Levi eventually introduced Isabel to Farlan.

"So is Isabel your agent too?" I ask him as the team packs up their gear at the end of practice.

"No," he replies. "We talked about it, but we agreed that it'd be weird for my spouse to represent me. And she feels like she already has her hands too full with Levi in order to take on another large client."

I laugh. "Yeah, that makes complete sense."

Levi finishes packing his bag and heads over to us. He doesn't say anything, not with so many people around him, but I know he wants me to follow him, so I do.

"Okay, so what the hell happened last night in Stohess?" I decide to ask him as we leave the stadium. "Don't get me wrong, that first call wasn't your fault at all, and that was absolutely great what you did when you left the field, but why? What did that guy even say to you?"

"He was just being a fucking asshole," Levi replies. "I didn't even fucking touch him when I got carded for the trip, and then he told me that I was basically the only skill on this team, so he was going to get me thrown out. I decided that if I was going to get red carded, it might as well be on my own terms instead of by his fucking theatrics."

I laugh. "Alright, I'll take that," I say. "Oh and you are now referred to as the Sass Master by my friends because of how you left the field."

He looks over at me, an eyebrow raised in annoyance. I raise my hands in the air with another laugh.

"It wasn't me! I swear, it was Connie."

"I'd like to meet this Connie brat," he mumbles under his breath.

"I'd like to see that," I say with a smirk. "You wouldn't even have to touch him. He'd probably pass out just by being in the same room as you."

He rolls his eyes as he unlocks the car and we climb in.

"Did you get in trouble for getting red carded?" I ask. "Erwin didn't seem too upset. If anything he looked pretty amused by how you left the field."

"No, Erwin didn't give a fuck. I heard that the owner of the team, Zackly, he was pretty pissy over it though. Apparently he gave Erwin an earful. But like you said, it wasn't my fucking fault that that guy was being a douche. And so what if I got thrown out of the last five minutes of the match? Big deal. We wouldn't have won anyway, and despite that loss, we'll probably still make it to the playoffs."

"Yeah, you guys have a really good record this season," I recall.

He nods and it falls silent. I start to get nervous, although I'm not nearly as nervous as I was two nights ago. It's not so uncertain what's going to happen now. And the loss of my virginity is no longer a looming thought. I'm actually excited, and I decide that I want him to go a little further with me tonight. He said we can work up to the things he likes, so why not start now?

"What are you thinking so hard about? Your face is all scrunched up," he so kindly points out as we weave through the streets. They're surprisingly busy for being after ten at night on a Sunday.

"Oh, uh, nothing," I say. "Uhm, I have classes tomorrow morning, so... maybe I shouldn't stay the night?"

He looks over at me with an amused, yet suggestive look. "I'm going to be keeping you busy well into the morning, brat. I'll drive you to school in the morning. What time is your first class?"

I try not to think too hard about his first statement. "Eight, but I need to stop by my apartment first to grab my books and my art project."

He nods. "That won't be a problem."

When we reach Levi's apartment, we step into the elevator and Levi inserts his key and pressed the button for his floor. The second the doors close, Levi grabs me and pins me to the wall. I gasp in surprise as his lips latch onto my neck, suckling and biting, leaving fresh bruises over the top of the still fading ones. That's right, I had almost forgotten about those stupid bruises. Hopefully they won't bother Levi tonight, although they don't seem to be bothering him now.

"You don't know how much of a fucking tease you are," he growls into the skin of my neck, his hands snaking up underneath my shirt. "Without even trying, you drive me crazy."

"S-sorry?" I stutter, not knowing if I should apologize or not. Judging by the way he snorts in response, I guess apologies aren't necessary.

I tilt my head back to allow him better access to my neck, and that's when a thought occurs to me. I look up at the ceiling, looking for the security cameras. I don't see any, but sometimes they're very well hidden. "A-Aren't you worried about the cameras?"

"There are none," he assures me, his fingers finding my nipples beneath my shirt. He rolls them between his thumbs and forefingers, drawing a moan from my lips. All thoughts leave my head. The only thing I can focus on are his fingers teasing me. "Due to the status of most of their clients, the building opted not to install security cameras."

"Oh," I breathe, although I don't really know what he's talking about anymore.

When he pulls back from my neck, I take his face in my hands and press my lips to his. He tenses, but it slowly fades and he deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Again with the hesitating... I make a mental note to ask him later why he seems so reserved when it comes to kissing.

The elevator dings, letting us know that we've reached Levi's floor, and we stumble out of the opening doors, our lips still fused together and our hands pulling at each other's clothes. We almost trip over each other in our haste to get to the bedroom. Or at least to the nearest fuckable surface. God, I can't get enough of this man. I want everything off. I want him naked with me in his bed. I want his cock deep inside me, fucking me into-

"Levi, there you are," a familiar voice says, making my eyes fly open. "I have the- Oh Jesus Christ, Levi."

I quickly detach from Levi, pulling completely away from him. My eyes are wide and I'm sure my cheeks are as red as a stop sign. I don't think I can say anymore that I don't blush. Whenever I'm around Levi, he seems to disprove it. Frequently.

Levi looks annoyed as he turns to glare at Isabel. "Whatever you have for me, it can wait," Levi nearly growls, pulling me towards the bedroom.

I hear her sigh as her heals click towards the elevator. "Fine. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

The floodgates have opened now that they've done the do, so expect lots and lots of frick frack :3 I swear the plot will continue, there will just be lots of porn thrown in the mix. But I don't think any of you will have a problem with that, right? X3