Chapter 21

Eren awoke a few hours later to the cheerful sound of birds chirping. The dull, overcast light filtered in through the living room's windows, it's brightness causing him to wince.

It took him a couple of minutes to fully wake up and adjust to the unfamiliar surroundings.

He didn't realize his current position until the light reflecting off of the glass on the coffee table shined into his eyes, and he shifted to look away.

Although he had fallen asleep with his back against Levi's chest, he was the type to toss and turn in his sleep, which would explain why he was now facing him.

He was lying on his stomach, with his cheek resting against the older male's chest and his own chest pressed against Levi's abdomen.

His hands were clutching onto his shirt, and when he went to sit up and move, he found that one of Levi's hands was still tangled into his hair and one of his denim clad legs had been wrapped around his waist.

How the fuck do I move without waking him up? And now I have to pee, goddammit.

Eren attempted to maneuver his way out of the other's grasp, but whenever he did, the older teen made a soft mumbling noise and would tighten his grip.

"Levi. . ." Eren whispered, nudging his side with his elbow to try to rouse him from his slumber, to no avail.

"Levi." He rose his voice slightly, squeezing his bicep.

When he got no response, he huffed and relaxed back into his arms, letting his forehead fall to Levi's chest with a soft thump.

Suddenly, the breath was taken out of him as Levi grumbled something unintelligible and rolled over, taking Eren with him.

Now they were lying on their sides, Levi's leg still hooked around his waist, his arms hugging him to his chest tightly. Eren's back was to the edge of the sofa, and he was worried that if Levi let go now, he may fall.

"Eren. . ." He muttered under his breath in his sleep, burying his nose into the stunned teen's hair.

He looks so beautiful when he sleeps. Like a fucking god or something.

Eren brushed his fingertips over Levi's smooth cheek. His face was devoid of its usual frown, in its place a serene and peaceful expression.

His lips were parted marginally and his breath was coming out in languid little puffs.

It wasn't until Eren arched his back in his endeavor to get out that he felt something digging into his hip.

He frowned and tried to peer down and see what it was, but his view was obstructed by Levi's leg.

Did he leave his phone in his pocket or something?

He reached down and slipped his hand into Levi's jean pocket, pouting in confusion when he found that it was empty.

It took a few moments for the realization to sink in.

That's not his phone. . .

Eren quickly removed his hand from his pocket, hiding his burning face back into Levi's chest, feeling mortified.

He knew that he shouldn't be so embarrassed, after all it's not like he himself wasn't accustomed to the nuisance that was morning wood. But, after what had happened just a few hours prior, he was unsure how to react.

He chewed on his lip as he contemplated his options, eventually making the decision to try and wake Levi up again.

"Levi?" He spoke normally into his ear, pinching the skin at his hip that had become visible when he had rolled them over, his shirt having ridden up to expose his hips and lower torso.

Finally, it seemed that a second pinch did the trick, as he felt Levi jolt awake.

The older male blinked down sleepily at Eren, who was looking up at him through his lashes while wearing a sheepish expression. His eyes widened in surprise, shocked to see that Eren was actually there.

I'm not still dreaming right?

He couldn't deny that after the rather raunchy dream he had just had about the tanned teen, waking up to find him still there was an amazing feeling.

"Morning, Brat." He murmured out huskily, clearing his throat and then releasing Eren's hair from his grip so that he could rub his eyes.

"What time is it? We'll probably have to get you home. . . soon. . ." His raspy voice trailed off, his eyes beginning to close again despite his contradictory words.

"Ah. . . yeah, you're probably right. . . um. . . Levi, can you let go of me for a sec? I just need to use the bathroom real quick. . ." He saw Eren bite his lip when Levi's stormy grey eyes opened and focused in on his own, a hint of irritation in them.

"And what will you do if I say no?" His pout was playful, but he knew Eren could tell that he was challenging him.

Eren just wished he knew the correct answer.

"Well. . . you'll get mad at me because I will wet myself on your sofa." He gave a tentative, timid smile, obviously hoping that Levi would take his words as a joke.

"You'd be buying me a new fucking sofa if that happens." He grumbled, lifting up his hand and brushing a few strands of hair out of Eren's gorgeous teal eyes.

"Then let go, I'll come right back, I promise." He blushed abashedly when Levi ignored his words and leant down to press a small, soft kiss to his lips.

The kiss stayed languid and slow, Levi's fingers trailed teasingly down Eren's spine, past his hips and over his rear, to then rest upon his thigh.

Although the kiss wasn't overly heated and stayed at a rather unhurried pace, Levi could feel that Eren was getting turned on by it, as was he.

All of his blood had run south the moment Eren had started kissing him back.

Eren's gentle, lingering touches to his hip didn't help the situation any.

Eren reluctantly turned his head to the side, moaning when Levi then began attacking his neck instead.

"L-Levi. . ." He gasped out when he bit down and start sucking onto the sensitive space between his neck and shoulder, the brunette's head rolled backwards, offering up the rest of his neck to him, seeming to forget his argument.

Levi's fingers slipped back up his thigh to the hem of his sweater and tank top, pausing there before he pushed them up underneath the clothing and brushed his fingertips lightly against his stomach.

Eren shuddered, his back arching his body into Levi's touch, his cheeks darkening when his hip accidentally pushed against Levi's crotch in the process.

They both froze in shock at hearing Levi's needy sounding moan, Eren not wanting to repeat his mistake from the previous time decided to use this as his opportunity to escape to the bathroom.

He pushed gently against Levi's chest, the raven haired teen allowing him to pull away, not resisting this time.

They both sat up and stared at one another heatedly while panting, both trying to calm themselves down.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I forgot to mention that I get kinda. . . horny in the mornings." Levi averted his eyes to the floor in humiliation, scratching the back of his undercut.

"That's okay, I'll keep that in mind for future reference." The playfully taunting tone to Eren's voice had his eyes widening and snapping back up to his face, which was currently supporting a smirk.

"You're not mad?" He tilted his head to the side with his brows furrowed.

This had occurred multiple times in his past relationships and he had gotten slapped more times than he could count.

Eren's dissimilar reaction to the situation once again confirmed his feelings for him.

"Of course not. Why would I be mad that you wanna make out with me?" He rolled his eyes and stood, stretching his legs and back before turning back to look at Levi.

"I'll go use the bathroom and then we can make our way back, kay? You might wanna. . . cool off a bit first. . ." Those intense eyes drifted down Levi's chest and stomach to rest on his crotch, and then rose back up to his eyes.

Levi followed his gaze to the rather prominent bulge in his jeans, his hand rushing to cover it up and hide it from Eren's view.

"Watch it, brat, or you won't be making it to that fucking bathroom." He had tried to make his voice harsher, but it had been softened by the adorably smug smile that Eren had.

At his words, the younger of the two squeaked and rushed off to the bathroom to relieve himself of his full bladder.

Levi relaxed back into the couch cushions and rubbed his face with his palms.

Now what the fuck do I do about this?

He peeked through his fingers down at his lap.

Whatever you do, don't think about Eren.

The memory of Eren moaning immediately popped into his head.

Fuck.

"For fucks sake! Mom gets up at six on Sundays to get ready for church, we have thirteen minutes!"

Eren had been practically yelling all of his words since he had checked the time on his phone after having returned from the bathroom.

Levi had managed to get his mind off of Eren by washing up the mugs and popcorn bowl, returning the DVD back to the bookcase, and then straightening out all of the cushions on the couch to their right places.

"Eren, calm down, it only takes about five minutes to drive back." He pulled on his leather jacket and boots as he spoke, deciding to have a shower once he returned home.

He was glad that he didn't have work tonight because he knew he would have to clean his whole apartment properly, now that he had had a guest.

"Yeah, but she checks in on me and Isabel when she wakes up, so I have to sneak back upstairs and then get undressed all in eight minutes. Seven now because we're talking instead of walking." He recklessly tugged on his sneakers, grabbed his phone, and then ushered Levi out of the door, who locked it behind them.

They managed to get him home in three minutes rather than five.

Eren leapt off of the bike, and gave Levi a chaste kiss on the lips before running at record speed to the front door.

He turned to wave before he disappeared through it, leaving Levi chuckling to himself as he made a U-turn and drove back home.

"You know, dad would so flip out if he knew about this."

Isabel's shit-eating grin was already grating on Eren's nerves, and he had only just stepped over the threshold of his bedroom.

He'd managed to sneak past his mother making breakfast in the kitchen and then across the landing into his room without incident.

It wasn't until he had closed the door behind him that he felt, more than saw, someone else in the room.

After switching the bedside lamp on, the dim glow illuminated his sister, who was sprawled ungracefully across his unmade bed.

The mischievous lilt to her voice had his hackles up immediately.

"What do you want?" He grumbled, crossing his arms with a frustrated huff.

He was worried she could tell. That she knew what he had been up to.

The thought frightened him, because he knew that she was smart enough to figure it out.

"I don't want anything." She smiled sweetly, but he knew it was a façade.

Isabel sweet? Yeah right. As fucking if.

"Then why are you here?" As he waited to be grilled, the teenager chewed unconsciously on his bottom lip.

"To watch you squirm as you try to hide what naughty things you've been doing." Her smirk increased tenfold.

"Fuck you." He growled, reaching to untie his hoodie from his waist, only to find that it was gone. His brows furrowed for a few moments before he remembered taking it off just before the movie.

God fucking dammit, I must have left it there in my rush to get home.

Isabel snorted and stretched out languidly on his bed.

"Ew, no thanks, incest isn't really my scene." She was instantly giggling at her own joke.

With that kind of sass, her and Levi are going to get on like a wildfire.

Oh fuck.

They really are, aren't they? I'm dead.

"I hate you so much."

Eren tugged off his jumper and bracelets as he snapped his retort.

He picked up the plaid pajama pants that he had thrown recklessly from his dresser onto the floor in his hurry to get ready earlier that morning, slinging them over his shoulder in preparation to put them on once he had removed his jeggings.

Just as he let his tank top slip down his arm to the floor—which was still littered with scrunched up clothing currently acting as a second carpet—Isabel spoke up again.

"Okay, I lied." Teal eyes slid over to meet amused green with a hint of reluctance.

"Excuse me?" His eyes narrowed.

"Yup." She began playing with her phone, snuggling down under his duvet smugly.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Hmm. . . maybe." He could tell that she was trying not to smile, and was definitely losing that battle.

"What did you lie about? Because if it's the incest thing, I am really not interested." He wanted to continue getting dressed, or well, undressed, but he couldn't exactly do so with the current topic of conversation.

Their matching grimaces were almost comical.

"Oh my god, ugh no, you dork face." She pointed inside her mouth and made a gagging sound.

"I was talking about the wanting something thing." She explained.

Eren sighed a breath of relief.

"There is no way we are related because your kind of evil isn't a Yeager family trait. Maybe you're adopted."

His snide comment had her exploding with laughter, gripping her sides to exaggerate the action, before stopping abruptly, making it seem as though her laughter had been sarcastic—which it most likely was.

"My kind of evil? This is called sibling love and you've had fifteen years to get used to it, stop whining. Now back to business." She sat up straight, the covers slipping down to rest at her waist.

"I am not whining." Eren pouted, unbuttoning his jeggings and then kicking them off, before replacing them with the plaid pyjama pants.

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you a-are"

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Nope."

"Yep."

"Uuugh!" He groaned, rubbing his face with his palms in an exasperated manner.

"Uuugh!" She copied, her lips curling up into a taunting smirk.

After a moment of silence (and scathing glares shared) between them, Eren began cleaning up the chaos that was his room so that their mother wouldn't ground him for it.

He decided to leave off a shirt, he preferred to sleep without, and he planned to go back to bed once his current "problem" left.

"What I want is details. You promised before." She bounced excitedly.

"Why do you want to know? Like, what do you get out of it?" Once he was satisfied with the now organized-ish state of his room, he flopped down onto his stomach at the end of his occupied bed.

"Depending on how juicy it is, it can be used at either blackmail material, or as fanfiction reference." Isabel's nonchalant shrug and lack of explanation had him sighing.

He was already regretting agreeing to her conditions, especially since his parents had been so easy going when it came to him dating Levi.

"Fan. . . fiction?" His head tilted to the side, his eyes curious.

"Never mind that, it's not important. So he picked you up late last night aaand...?"

"We went over to his and uh. . . watched. . . a movie. With popcorn and hot chocolate." He cleared his throat, fidgeting at the awkwardness he was feeling.

"And the-en?" She persisted.

"We kissed a little but nothing major." He blushed, averting his eyes.

Unfortunately for him, Isabel could tell when he was lying or avoiding a question.

"So you didn't screw?" She tucked her legs under her and moved into a kneeling position before falling forward until she was also lying on her stomach, facing Eren to watch his expressions.

"No, Bel, we didn't screw. You always say that so easily, like it's something people do all of the time." Eren cuddled one of his pillows to his chest.

"People do screw all of the time, Eren." She poked his bare side, swinging her legs through the air behind her.

"I don't. You certainly don't. You had better not, just because you're almost sixteen doesn't mean you can have sex with whoever you want. You should do it with someone you love." He realized half way through his rant that he was starting to sound like their mother, but he continued regardless.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I'm not stupid. I'm not gonna do it until I'm dating someone seriously, but that doesn't mean I have to act like it's some sort of taboo until then. I am allowed to talk about it." She rolled her eyes.

"At least use less vulgar words for it." He relented.

"Fine. I don't plan on doing the frickle frackle for a while yet, so chill big bro." She played with the corner of his duvet.

"You know I haven't changed these sheets yet?" That was a lie, he had changed them the day before yesterday because of. . . reasons, but she didn't know that.

He hoped it would get her to leave. No such luck.

"You're disgusting." She scrunched up her nose and aimed a revolted look down at the duvet beneath her. "They don't look dirty so I think I'll risk it."

"Just leave, Bel. I wanna sleep, I'm tired." Eren shoved his face down into the mattress, his words followed by a groan of despair.

"But you haven't told me the details yet." She smirked, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

"That's because there is nothing to tell! We didn't do anything!" He threw his hands up and slammed them back down against the sheets in frustration.

"Yes you did, you forgot that literally everyone who knows you can tell when you're lying. Plus, you said earlier that you kissed."

"We just kissed, nothing else." He reluctantly revealed.

Isabel crossed her arms and sat back up, leaning back against his pillow, a disbelieving look upon her face.

"There were tongues?" His expression was pained when she still refused to leave.

"There was also a little. . . groping. But that was it, I promise." He begged her with his eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you off." She pushed back his covers and jumped up, heading towards the door with a little skip in her step.

"Have nice dreams." Isabel winked and Eren's face lit up to the same shade of a ripe tomato.

"Thanks." He grumbled with sarcasm as he crawled sleepily into bed and snuggled down until he was comfortable under the covers.

She tiptoed out of his room and the door clicked quietly behind her.

Once the door was closed, he was able to relax.

Just as he was about to drift off, he heard the door open again and he let out a growl.

"Fuck off, Isabel. I swear to god. . . "

"Hey, Eren?" Isabel whispered, the door creaking a little as she leant on it.

She waited until he turned to look at her before she smirked through the crack in the door.

"Nice hickeys." She winked and quickly shut the door before he could reply.

What did I ever do to deserve this family? He mused grumpily.

He fell asleep that morning, his dreams filled with flashes of lust clouded silver.

Notes:

Hey Minna!
We hope you like this chapter!
To be perfectly honest, I'm not 100% convinced that I like it.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that it's bad, in fact, it's super fluffy!
I just don't think it's one of my best :/
But hey! I could be wrong? It could be totally fine? It's up to you really ^^
Until Next Time!