The bright light of the morning sun startled Armin, forcing him to wake up. He yawned and stretched. He looked around, reminded that they had slept outside in their favorite spot. His eyes wandered to the person lying next to him, deep breathing making his firm back raise and fall. Eren's head was wrapped in his sheets, protecting him from the insistent sunlight. The edge of his t-shirt rolled up, revealing the dorsal part of his loin and a lean line of his hips curving into muscular glutes. Low-rise sweat pants exposed a sweet crack of Eren's butt, and Armin swallowed, not able to avert his gaze. His cheeks began to burn with embarrassed heat.

"How many times do I have to tell you to take camping gear if you want to sleep outside and leave the regular sheets at home?!"

A short, familiar silhouette blocked the sun, and Levi's voice cut through the silence. He leaned over and pulled the covers off Eren's head.

"Sheesh, is it so hard to understand that for once?" he hissed. "Eren, stop pretending you are sleeping. Gather that disgusting sheets and wash them. Today."

"Yes, sure," Eren said, scowling. He opened his mouth, but Armin shook his head and they said nothing, both of them rising to their feet in a rush.

"And hurry, get some breakfast, I want to start earlier as the swell is sick. Besides, Jean gives a surf class later."

"Wait, why Jean?" Eren stopped gathering their belongings, shooting Levi an angry look. Armin reached out to help to fold blankets.

"I said Eren," Levi barked, pointing his sharp chin at the pile of pillows, blankets, and sheets, "and Jean because I say so. Now go."

Eren moved reluctantly.

"We made our ISA certification at the same time as soon as we both turned 16. It's been over a month already and you don't let me practice," he said, murmuring under his nose.

"Learn the meaning of the word patience, Eren."

Armin followed in slouching Eren's steps.

"Wait," Levi said, his voice gentler suddenly, "are you all right, kid?"

"Yeah…" He hesitated, but then repeated firmly, "yes, I am fine."

"Good. Take it slow today. Calm down. And," Levi paused and Armin would have sworn he saw a grimace reminding a smile, "try to have some fun."

Levi hit the dry sand, shook his head, droplets of water spraying around, and threw his board onto the ground. As the sun was already high, he decided to slide the sleeves and the upper part of his wetsuit down. He basked lazily in the sunlight, the warm breeze gently caressing his bare chest.

He kneeled, watched as the group of kids got out of the ocean, and gathered on the sand around him, forming a perfectly round semi-circle. He skimmed through six pairs of eyes fixed on him intently. Kids he had known their entire lives and had witnessed them grow, overcoming the rough faith life had prepared for them. His family. Isabel, Armin, Eren, Jean, Sasha, and Conny became his entire world, and he enjoyed their everyday surfing sessions, especially the rare cases when Historia had time to join them. He cleared his throat.

"Sasha, I have seen a smooth cutback once or twice. Good instincts." The girl's brown eyes lighted upon his feedback.

"Isabel, too many sudden movements. You are losing too much energy, work on that."

"Aye, aye bro!" she shouted.

He tried to cast her a serious glance, but she burst out laughing, and he melted. For as much as he wanted to be tougher with her, he never succeeded.

"You, Armin, swift session. Good decisions on sitting through some waves. You know which ones."

Levi watched as blue eyes glistened, and a shadow covering Armin's face lifted. He needed to get this kid's mood under control; it was painful to watch as Armin's constant self-doubt undermined his talent.

"Eren. I like your enthusiasm, but you are too aggressive. That costs you on precision later. Oh and tell your girlfriend she can join us."

"Mikasa is not my…" Eren's face flushed, and he shot an embarrassed look in Armin's direction.

"Whatever. Whenever Kenny is not keeping her working in that restaurant, she can join us."

"Conny, if you want to try aerials let's meet in the afternoon, we can try some things. But for now, get dressed and wait till I am done here. We will take a car and get some ice cream or something. You drive. Whoever else wants to join, can join."

"Really!?" Connie's voice barely hid the excitement at the prospect of driving the car.

"Really. Let's put this new shiny learner permit of yours to use," Levi said and looked at the tallest kid next to him, "Jean. Good session. I recommend you change into a dry wetsuit and we go to meet your new student."

Erwin was waiting impatiently at the spot at the beach where he had met Levi last night. He arrived earlier, now pacing nervously around. What if this was a bad idea? What if the fine surfer didn't have the intention to show up? What if he was just making an idiot out of himself? He couldn't even check the hour as his Rolex was comfortably lying in the drawer of his nightstand, and the time started to drag on him, making him nervous.

He let out a small laugh of relief, mentally scolding himself for being invested too much when Levi finally showed up. He looked fine indeed. Black neoprene tightly enveloped his carved thighs. The upper part of his wetsuit hung loosely low on his hips, exposing nicely sculptured v-line cutting in deep into Levi's groin. Bare, finely muscled chest glistened in the sunlight, and Erwin found himself breathless for a moment. A taller, muscular kid with spiky, dirty blonde hair accompanied Levi.

"So, I see you haven't chickened out," Levi said when they approached. His body, suddenly very close to Erwin's smelled of sunscreen, neoprene, and salty ocean water.

"This is Jean, he will be your instructor."

"Levi, hello! Hi… Jean," Erwin said, disappointed by that turn of events, "I thought you will teach me, I guess… you will not be joining us."

Levi's eyes squinted, scrutinizing his face for a long moment.

"Jean will show you everything a beginner should know. I might join you both once you are out in the green," he said, then paused suggestively, "that is if you endure until then."

"Oh, you don't seem to be convinced about that."

"We will see. Now, cash first," Levi said in a firm tone.

Erwin paid Jean for the first two hours, and Levi continued.

"As you don't have your own wetsuit, Jean will give you one of ours for today, it's included in the price. But I absolutely recommend buying your own if…" Levi stressed the word if with a glowering look, and Erwin started to find the hostility of the small surfer amusing, "you ever decide to continue. More hygienic."

"Oh? And what's wrong with using yours?"

"Not only ours. Do you think we go out of the water to take a leak?" Levi said. "Disgusting, I know."

Erwin raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

"Thank you for your insight. This is going to be fun. Jean, I am all yours."

"Ok, I will check on you later," Levi grunted and turned. Erwin's insistent gaze followed him as he walked away.

"Hi, Levi!"

"Nifa."

Levi squinted and looked at the pretty redhead settled on the colorful towel on the sand. His eyes ran over her thin body; bare skin exposed to sun rays, tight bikini embracing the shape of her firm breasts, visibly highlighting perky details.

"I haven't seen you around since my birthday party," she said, her tiny palms rubbing sun lotion into her arms.

Right. Her birthday party. They had made out. And if Eren hadn't had a fever that night, Levi probably would have earned at least a blow job already.

"I've been busy," he lowered his voice to a growl, and kneeled close to her, "need some help with putting that on your back?"

He leaned over her, making sure his skin touched hers when he grabbed a bottle of coconut oil sun lotion. His arm grazed over hers again when he pulled back.

"If you would be so kind," she whispered. He noticed pink blush crawling on her cheeks.

Levi squeezed a bit of the oil on his palms and warmed it up. The sweet smell clung in the air. He caressed her shoulders, rubbing the oil in from the top of her arms up to her neck. His fingers were light and gentle at her nape, massaging slowly. He smirked as she gasped.

"Is this all right?" he said with a hiss, his breath brushing over the skin of her hairline.

"Yes, that feels good…" her voice sounded like a moan.

His palms slid lower, spreading the lotion over her shoulder blades with slow movements. Her skin felt silky under his touch when he ran his hands up and down her spine. He looked around, checking on Jean and Erwin who appeared on the tide-line, carrying two boards. Erwin looked attractive wearing black neoprene, tightly zipped on his back. Levi hoped he would pay the attention to them.

His palm slid along Nifa's spine and he undid the clasp of her bikini top.

"Hey, what are you…" she said, fixing the fabric on her front desperately.

"You need to protect that part in case you decide to get your tan evenly."

He rubbed some more of the lotion over her shoulder blades, and quickly slipped his fingers lower around her ribcage, just enough to graze her breasts. She was faster this time and slapped one of his hands.

"Is this really a time?" she asked in protest.

He withdrew his palms to spread the lotion over the small of her back. His fingers slid under the back of her waistband and around her sides. His touch lingered there for a moment, before going up to her spine again, giving the last squeeze to her nape. Nifa shivered when he stopped.

"Let's catch up soon," he said, rising to his feet. He didn't remain indifferent, and a full hard-on now, half undressed in a tight wetsuit, would not have been the best idea. As he straightened up, he caught a glimpse of Erwin gazing at them. Levi smirked under his nose.

Erwin felt uncomfortably tight in the neoprene wetsuit. It took them a while with the kid named Jean to find one big enough for him, and Levi's statement about certain surfing customs made him even more uncomfortable. On top of that, he couldn't help but notice how close the fine surfer got to the unknown woman. It made him pissed. Of course, this guy would be popular with women. Just look at him. He just hoped he was bisexual at this point. Why was he so invested in the stranger he had just met?

It was also hot. Levi's half-naked body pressed to the other one, taking the lead. Erwin couldn't help to think how the surfer's palms would feel on his skin. Great. The last thing he needed was that throbbing between his thighs. He took a long breath to get himself under control.

"Mr. Erwin, are you with me?"

Jean's voice caught through his train of thoughts. Erwin tried to focus hard on the class and surfing.

"Just Erwin to you, Jean, and yes I am with you."