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Scars

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Friday afternoon could not have come soon enough. Though his parents hadn't been entirely keen on the idea of two teenagers in the house by themselves all weekend, Mikasa had jumped to Eren's aid and stated that they were left alone in the house sometimes and nothing bad had happened. It was a weak argument, considering Levi was his boyfriend, but he appreciated it nonetheless.

That's how he found himself with a bulging rucksack on his back as he trailed out of the school gates after his last lesson. He walked with Armin and Marco down to their bus stop and waved them off. He needed to get a different bus.

Once he hopped off the bus at the end of Levi's road, Eren felt that thrill of excitement zip through him like lightning. He hurried up the road, through the front garden and then rang the doorbell. He was so excited that he was bouncing on the balls of his feet. His ankle still felt a little tender, sending small shooting pains up his leg now and then, but he reasoned that he and Levi would be spending a lot of time relaxing over the next few days.

Levi smirked, stepping aside awkwardly to let Eren in. Stepping into the house, Eren shook off his coat and hung it up before toeing off his converses. "Wanna grab some drinks?" Levi asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

"I'll grab them, you hobble upstairs." He pecked Levi on the cheek, grinning as he was shooed away with a weak swat to his shoulder.

Eren caught up with Levi just as he was about to mount the second staircase, having already grabbed the drinks. He patiently waited for Levi to manage the last ten steps, before he followed him up into the attic bedroom and set the cans on the bedside table. Casting a glance around the room, Eren felt his stomach go fuzzy. It felt like it had been forever since he'd seen Levi's bedroom -and now he was going to be here for the whole weekend. It was bizarre!

With a grunt, Levi set his crutches to one side and lounged back on his elbows, watching as Eren examined his room as though seeing it for the first time. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he'd missed Eren. Being off school was boring and exhausting in equal measure. He'd even done all of his new assignments because he was that bored out of his skull. Now that he had Eren here, however, he looked forward to some much needed stress-relief.

Eren smiled when he caught Levi watching him. The older guy looked so sexy half-splayed on his bed in a loose grey shirt and skinny tracksuit bottoms that hugged his defined shins beautifully. Sitting down carefully on the bed, Eren leaned over and pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's lips. When Levi's tongue darted inside his mouth, Eren felt his dick perk up at the feel of the metal stud.

"God, I've missed you like crazy," Eren grinned, letting one of his hands slide up Levi's shirt. His skin underneath was warm, warding off the last of the chill that clung to his fingertips.

Levi squirmed and smacked at his arm, "You little shit, you're freezing!"

"Why else would I be touching you?"

Levi rolled his eyes and wriggled out from under Eren's cold hands. "Little git, I should kick you out right now."

"B-u-u-u-t you're not, right?" There was a hint of worry in his tone, belying the fact that Eren wasn't entirely sure if Levi was joking or not.

"No, of course not!" he snapped.

The bed dipped with the weight of Eren shifting. He crawled over to where Levi was perched and hugged him from behind, burying his face against Levi's neck. After a few moments Levi let himself relax into the embrace, the solid weight of Eren pressing up against him was comforting. He let his head tip back, giving Eren easy access to pepper his throat with kisses.

Stroking at the black hairs at the nape of Levi's neck, Eren sees a thin, inked line cutting through the pale flesh. He hadn't seen most of Levi's tattoos, mostly because the older boy never took his shirt off in the daylight and also because he claimed he wanted them to be finished before Eren saw them. Maybe it was something else though. Maybe Levi was shy.

It was a strange thing, to think that this hard-as-nails teenager could have a soft side.

"What do you want to do today?"

Levi shrugged. "Honestly, going up and down those stairs is murder. I'm happy just to chill out in here. We can cook later if you like. Right now, though, this is good."

Eren smiled gently. "Mind if I get a little more comfortable? Jeans aren't the most forgiving thing to wear."

"Go for it."

Sliding off the bed, Eren popped the buttons on his jeans and shuffled out of them, leaving him in just his boxer shorts and his socks. Adjusting his hoodie to cover just a little bit more of himself, Eren grinned when he caught Levi watching him from behind that thick black fringe. Raking a hand through his hair, he came back and lazily sprawled out on the bed, folded his hands behind his head and watched Levi, his grin refusing to slip.

Hoisting his injured foot up onto the bed, Levi crawled up the length of Eren's body and straddled his hips, dumping his weight directly onto Eren's crotch. "What're you smirking at, brat?"

Eren shrugged, "You tell me. I thought I was looking at my boyfriend but … I dunno, you look a bit too small to be him."

Levi lightly tapped Eren across the face. "Watch that mouth, brat, or I'll have to wash it out with soap."

"Kinky."

Levi rolled his eyes before pressing himself down against Eren's chest and licking a stripe along his lips. "How did I land such a smart-mouthed boyfriend? Eurgh I make such poor life decisions."

"Hey! You're the one who's corrupting me, here!"

"Oh, am I now?" Levi cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, you lure me into your vampire cave and trap me in your bed. I'm clearly helpless right now."

"Says the guy who's almost double my height."

"I am NOT that tall."

"Eh, close enough."

Eren laughed, unfolding his arms and raking his fingers through Levi's silky black hair, scratching light at his scalp and down his neck. It sent a thrill jolting through him when he felt the older boy arch at the touch and moan softly, the bulge pressing down through Eren's boxers. He wriggled his own hips experimentally.

"Uh, uh, don't start anything you're not prepared to finish," Levi warned, his dark-rimmed eyes staring at Eren through his fringe.

Eren pouted. "You're so mean to me."

"Oh, poor baby," Levi quipped, "Do you want the scary goth boy to suck your dick?"

"Hey, I like the scary-goth-sacrificing-a-goat vibe!" he protested through a grin.

"Such a little shit."

Levi bent forward and sucked on Eren's bottom lip, his teeth pulling just enough to make Eren moan and grip Levi even tighter. He gently rocked their hips together, teasing at the fabric of Eren's boxers. Barely breaking the kiss, Levi tugged his shirt off over his head. To Eren's disappointment, he was wearing a vest underneath. He grabbed Eren's face with his hands and kissed and nipped at his mouth and jaw, feeling how excited the younger guy was getting underneath him.

"Oh Eren, the things I want to do you …" he growled, nipping at Eren's earlobe.

Eren felt himself blush, his insides squirming. "You c-can't say things like that …"

"Why not?"

"I … Oh God! -It just reminds me how inexperienced I am."

Levi stopped kissing his way down Eren's throat. He leaned back, his fingers still lingering on his boyfriend's jaw as he stared down into those bright green eyes. "Does that bother you?" he asked sincerely.

Eren licked his lips, his breathing heavy as he propped himself up on his elbows so that they were eye-to-eye with one another. "Truthfully? A little," he bit his lip. "I just … I love what we do, and it feels amazing and it's pretty new to me, but … sometimes it gets in my head that … you know, you've done all this before."

Levi scoffed. "I've had sex before, Eren. I haven't done all of … this."

Eren frowned. "What's the difference?"

"I had emotionless, means-to-an-end sex. It literally meant nothing except that I was a horny teenager and needed an outlet. That's it!" Cupping Eren's face in his hands, Levi pressed his mouth to Eren's, wincing a little at how unresponsive the younger teen was. Pressing their forehead together, Levi sighed. "I'm sorry. I do understand where you're coming from. But I promise you, that whenever we do get to have sex -it won't just be a means to an end. I'll savour every last moment of it, replay it in my head in the shower, daydream about it during my rehearsals."

Eren huffed a laugh, a small smile gracing his lips. Levi felt a weight lift in his head.

"Fuck you, kid. You're giving me emotions like the plague."

"I like it when you talk to me," Eren murmured, reaching out and lacing their fingers together. The cool metal of Levi's rings made him tingle. "Reminds me that this isn't one-sided anymore."

Levi sighed heavily, knocking their foreheads together. "It wasn't necessarily one-sided, Eren. I just don't do emotional connections or relationships."

"So, what made you change your mind about me?"

Levi toyed with his lip piercing. Eren watching it, entranced. "Honestly? You could handle me. Gave me a bit of a challenge, actually made me chase you a little. It was fun." He smirked, raking a hand through Eren's hair and tugged. "And now I can have all the fun with you that I want."

"Levi! Be serious!" Eren swatted at his chest.

"Oh, I am."

Eren sighed, leaning into the tight grip that Levi had on his hair. In truth, it didn't feel that bad. He almost … liked it. Dear God, what was this boy doing to him? "You know I do find you irresistible, right? That I do want us to have sex?"

"I know."

"And … you're okay with waiting?"

"I mean it does get a bit tedious, wanking in the shower," Levi shrugged. "But then I'm used to that. As long as I can dry-hump your brains out, I'm sure I'll live. Eurgh," he pulled a face at the thought. "You're so gross, Eren. You're making me believe that dry-humping is a good idea!"

Eren fell all the way onto the bed laughing.

Levi attacked; tickling every inch of the tall guy as he could reach without putting pressure on his bad ankle. Eren rocked against him, breathlessly pleading for him to stop, his face flushed bright pink. Relenting his attack, Levi leaned on his side as he watched Eren gasp for air, his eyes shining bright as his laughter subsided. And to think, if Levi had had his way, fucked Eren and then ghosted him like he was so used to doing, he may not have ever heard that laugh. He wouldn't enjoy lazy hours cuddling together in his bed -he was NOT a fan of physical intimacy in the slightest but Eren adored it. As he'd told Eren, he was so used to just fucking a guy from behind, and being done with then, kicking them out as soon as he tossed the condom in the bin.

Eren though …

He wanted to take his time with the kid. Wanted everything to be good for him. So, what if he ended up touching Eren more than he touched himself? It wasn't as though the kid was repulsive. In fact, he was hot as hell and didn't even seem to realise it. It had been even more obvious the other night at the gym. He had a nice, firm set of muscles building up under those clothes.

It had shocked him to feel jittery, as though a swarm of butterflies had gotten trapped inside his stomach. He couldn't remember ever having that feeling, not as a teenager. Definitely not about another person. He liked it when he caught sight of Eren in the halls at school; when Eren caught sight of him and smiled that special smile that only Levi saw -it put him in a good mood for the rest of the day! Not that anyone other than his friends noticed any difference, but that wasn't his concern. It cheered him up when he saw the tall guy waiting for him as the school gates, or at his locker and saying sappy shit like 'he just wanted to see him'.

Levi didn't see why.

He was short, grumpy, surly and he dressed to reflect all of those things with his baggy black cargo pants, his wallet chain swinging free and his heavy jacket with black laces up the sleeves. His heavy-soled boots crushed any feet that got in his way, and those that didn't got a savage tongue-lashing, piercing and all! He was a miserable neat-freak who preferred his own company to anyone else, got good grades despite pissing off all his teachers, and had a fairly good life despite loathing his parents' existence.

Yet somehow, despite all of that, Eren liked him, liked his company and took his humour with a pinch of salt.

A hand on his cheek made him jolt back to his bedroom, Eren's bright eyes staring into his.

"Hey," he said, softly stroking Levi's cheek. "Where did you go?"

"Er … I was just debating on having a shower before dinner," he lied. The tension hovered in his chest liked a trapped bat. Shifting awkwardly, avoiding Eren's gaze. "And … And I just sort of realised … I'm kind of fucking lucky to have you as my boyfriend."

Eren's eyes flew wide. "I … what? Really?"

Scoffing, Levi batted his hand away. "Don't go getting all sappy on me, kid. Shit."

Eren's eyes were bright and gleeful but he pressed his lips together, trying to quell his laughter. "Okay. Got it. You're one lucky son-of-a-bitch."

"Damn right I am."

Eren sat up and nudged his shoulder against Levi's. "Why don't you go have that shower and I'll sort dinner?"

Levi cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, you cook now? This I have to see."

"Have faith, little one, I shan't disappoint!" Eren grinned, hopping to his feet and heading for the door.

It took Levi a moment to react. "Hey -WAS THAT A FUCKING SHORT JOKE?!"

Eren could be heard laughing loudly as he hurried further away from Levi.

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True to his word, Eren did not disappoint when it came to cooking dinner for them. While Levi took his sweet time in the bath, awkwardly soaking his ankle and trying to flex it a little this way and that, before having to haul himself out. It took him an agonisingly long time to dress in a pair of warm lounge trousers and a warm pullover. He quickly dried his hair in the mirror and reinserted all of his piercings.
When he walked into the kitchen where Eren was just plating up, Eren turned to greet him and then did a double-take, his eyes bulging. Levi frowned heavily up at him before raking a hand through his fluffy hair.

"What're you staring at, brat?" he snapped.

"Your um … your eyes …"

"What about my fucking eyes?"

"I um …" blushing, Eren ducked his head and bit his bottom lip. "I just -I've never seen you without make-up on."

This caught Levi off-guard. "Pfft! Of course, you have! What about when I stayed at yours?"

"You always wake up before me and are fully made-up before we have breakfast."

"Oh …"

Eren peered up through his fringe and, even though he was a good foot taller than Levi, looked like a young kid again with his first dalience with romance. "You look gorgeous …" he murmured.

Levi tried not to let the blush take hold. He clenched his jaw tight so that he didn't say anything stupid. He wanted to side-step Eren and finish plating up their food, but he had been warned numerous times that he could act callous without realising. This might have been one of those moments.

"I … t-thanks I guess …"

Levi went to walk around Eren, but the tall teen followed his movements and as Levi fiddled with the cutlery, he looped his arms around Levi's waist from behind. "You don't need to thank me. With or without make-up, I'll always find you gorgeous."

There were those damned butterflies again!

"Tch," Levi shook his head as he finished dishing everything up, turned the hob off and grabbed a set of utensils. "Off, brat. I'm hungry and I can't eat with you glued to my side."

Eren chuckled, gave one final squeeze and a peck on the cheek, before unwinding himself from Levi. Gathering his own plate, cutlery and a drink, Eren followed the hobbling teen into the lounge. They sat down on the plush sofa and -while Eren drank in his surroundings for the first time, having never seen more than Levi's room and the bathroom before -Levi turned on NETFLIX and started scrolling through the shows on his list.

They spent hours watching one of Levi's favourite sitcoms. They set their empty plates on the coffee table, which made is easy to fall over one another laughing -or chuckling in Levi's case. At one point, Eren curled up on his side, leaning against Levi with his head nestled against the older teens shoulder. Levi had half a mind to shrug him off, purely out of spite, but he couldn't deny how comfy he was. Not that Eren needed to be aware of that.

It was midnight by the time they decided to go to bed. Eren pecked Levi on the cheek before taking all the dirty dishes out, stating he'd do the washing-up first thing in the morning. Levi managed to force himself up onto his feet and just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Eren stopped him.

"Hop on," he grinned, crouching down and glancing over his shoulder.

"What?"

"I'll carry you up. Hop on."

"I'm not a child, brat! Unlike some."

Unphased, Eren just cocked an eyebrow and said, "Just hop on, for fucks sake, who else is going to see but me?"

"You is plenty enough," Levi groused, gingerly jumping up onto Eren's back.

His stomach dropped a little as Eren straightened up to his full height. His grip around Eren's neck tightened as he slowly started to climb the stairs, careful not to knock Levi's booted foot against the bannisters or the walls.

They made it all the way up to Levi's room without incident.

Levi let out a grunt as he was gently dumped onto his bed. He flicked his black fringe out of his eyes and glowered up at Eren as he straightened up, flashing a smile back at him. "You know what I've just realised?"

"What's that, brat?"

"This is the first time we'll be sharing a bed together without any threat of parents coming in."

Levi let a small smirk creep onto his face. "Is that what's gotten you so cocky? If so, then why the fuck are you not in the damn bed with me?"

Eren hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets and rocked back and forth a little on his feet. "As much as I can't resist you -and trust me, it is a struggle right now -I wanted to ask you something."

Oh, fuck.

"… What?"

"How come I've never seen you naked?"

"You've never asked."

"Levi."

Rolling his eyes, Levi hunched over and scrubbed a hand through his hair. "I … don't like the way I look," he grunted against his bent knees.

Tilting his head to the side, Eren frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"I have scars."

"I know, Farlan sort of clued me in to you being in a few fights last year."

"It was more than 'just a few fights', kid." When Eren remained silent, Levi felt the anger rising inside him. It had been ages since he'd felt angry in Eren's presence -not since their fight in the park -but it churned his gut and suddenly the angry heat rushed through his body like a match being struck. "What, kid? I'm not about to spill my fucking guts just because Farlan implied I got into some fights last year! Who fucking cares if I got stabbed, it doesn't concern you, so stop poking your fucking nose in!"

"I'm sorry -you were stabbed?!"

"Lightly stabbed!" he amended, hotly. "But it doesn't fucking matter, so why keep harping on about it?"

Eren frowned after taking a step back as Levi clung to the edge of his bed, seething, every muscle tight and straining for a fight. Eren was not about to give him one. Instead, he reined in the aggression that had reared its head at the sudden shouting and forced his voice to come out calm. "Levi, I just want to know more about you. The good things and the bad ones. You have to start trusting me here. I'm not about to judge you for any of the shit you did before, so why would I start now?"

Levi glared up at him. Why wasn't he fighting? They should be at each other's throats by now like Simba and Scar, for crying out loud! Where was the pushback, the spite, the venom? Why was Eren being so goddam fucking calm?!

He flinched when Eren took hold of both of his arms. He tempered his anger a little, allowing himself to be pulled up to his feet. His heart was still thumping for a fight, but he forced himself to keep a lid on it. Eren looked down at him with half-lidded eyes, his hands coming up to stroke against Levi's jawline. Eren kissed him slowly, softly, as though not sure how Levi would react. When there was no rejection, he slowly let his mouth wonder down Levi's neck as his hands trailed down the length of his pullover.

"Let me see," he breathed against Levi's ear, his hands tentatively working the pullover up over his stomach.

Levi squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to not to let the trembling in his body overwhelm him. Inch after inch was exposed and soon, he felt Eren's mouth pressing kisses to his abdomen. The pullover was tugged free and Eren took a step back, his fingertips tracing over the length of Levi's body. They traced over the pucked pink scars around his navel and just under his ribs.

Dropping to his knees, Eren kissed at the puckered flesh, the tip of his tongue laving against the welt. Levi felt his resolve beginning to crumble. He let put a gasp as he slid his fingers tightly into Eren's hair. He felt heat begin to pool in his belly as the heat from Eren's mouth radiated through his bottoms. His dick gave a twitch and he heard Eren chuckle.

"You're so sexy," he murmured, his hands gently tugging down Levi's bottoms. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Levi barely formed a coherent thought before the head of his dick was being sucked on by Eren's hot, wet mouth. His knees almost buckled there and then. He clung onto Eren's hair for support as he sucked on his cock, taking it in more and more until Levi felt his hot breath against his hips. Eren worked away at him, forcing all thoughts and feeling to leave Levi except for the blissfully erotic feeling of that tongue teasing at his slit.

"Eren ... Eren, fuck! Feels so good!" he grunted, rocking his hips a little faster. He could feel his toes curling into the rug. His back was arching as much as his bad leg would allow.

Cold air hit his dick. "Look at me, Levi."

Forcing his eyes open, he held Eren's gaze as the younger teen deep-throated his cock, faster and faster, his fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking him quickly. Fuck, his eyes were too sexy, his hair a mess where Levi was clutching at it, his other hand gripping his arse from behind –

"Eren -fuck!"

The warning came too late. Eren was forced to swallow his cum as the orgasm rocked through him. He hunched over, grasping onto Eren's shoulders for dear life as his boyfriend licked up every last drop, before releasing his cock. He let out a shuddering breath, seeing stars flash before his eyes as Eren stood up and helped guide him over to the bed. Levi sat down heavily, his mind a blank as he stared up at Eren, admiring him for a whole magnitude of reasons.

Eren smiled bashfully at his silence. He went in for a kiss, but Levi grimaced, so he pulled away. "Right, sorry, germs," he gave a weak laugh. "I'll just freshen up and change. I'll be right back."

Levi was left, half-sprawled on his bed as he watched Eren descend out of sight. He sat like that for a few moments, listening to the distant sounds of Eren getting ready in the main bathroom. Turning on the bedside lamp, he crawled under his duvet and swapped the pullover for a vest he'd had folded under his pillow. He was grateful that he had a small double bed at least; there was no way the two of them could've fit on a single, no matter the circumstances.

Eren returned in a pair of loose bottoms and a faded t-shirt, his bathroom caddy in hand. He smiled softly at the sight of Levi cosied up in the bed, scrolling through his phone. Turning the overhead light off, he set his caddy down on the desk and eased into the bed, jostling Levi a little. Setting his phone to one side on the windowsill, next to his cigarettes, he turned so that they were facing one another. Eren felt his heart jolt at the sight of a fluffy-haired Levi in a vest, his tattoos exposed even more, with his hands tucked under his head.

"Thank you for trusting me to see your scars," Eren murmured, reaching up and ghosting his fingers along Levi's.

"I guess I should tell you the story of how I got them," Levi sighed, lacing their fingers together. Eren squeezed his gently, letting him know that there was no need to rush, if he truly felt comfortable with telling him. "It was one of those dumb things that just builds up over time whether you ignore it or not. I tried my best to do everything to prevent it; avoiding certain areas, trying not to be out and about without my group of friends and trying not to antognise these trolls, which you can imagine was a struggle."

Eren smiled gently.

"Anyway, eventually all of those things came to a head; a was left on my own waiting for Farlan as he forgot something in his locker. I was suddenly surrounding by these meatheads who took it in turns to take a whack at me, take my bag, take my phone, all of that shit. I just … I can take physical shit. But then they started name calling and ragging on my friends." He drew in a shaky breath, trying to dispel the memory, "They … started saying homophobic things and I snapped. Started baiting them, they're just doing this because they want to see me on my knees in front of them, shit like that. I know, dumb move. So, they started to beat me up. Naturally I defended myself and it just got worse."

"Didn't Farlan come back?" Eren frowned.

"He got there just in time. I'd managed to get two guys grovelling in the dirt, but six against one is shit odds, no matter how you look at it." Levi shrugged, detaching himself from the oppressive feelings the memories brought to the surface. "I'd gotten cut twice by the time Farlan got there, with security in tow. They got one last stab in here," he pulled down the collar of his first to flash a jagged pink scar hovering just below where the strap was. "Then they legged it. Got caught though, thankfully and I got taken to A&E. Thankfully they weren't life-threatening cuts, and I got a few weeks off school."

Eren pressed his lips together before reaching out to curl a protective arm around Levi. The goth tensed for a moment, before scooting closer and relaxing as he rested his head on the same pillow as Eren. "I appreciate you telling me," Eren said.

"You should know these things," Levi huffed. "You're my boyfriend, you should know."

"I'm sorry if I pushed too much. I know I have no boundaries and -"

"Eren, it's fine," Levi said. "You were going to find out eventually, so you may as well know now before we get any deeper into this shit."

Shifting, Eren turned slightly so that he could cuddle Levi to his chest. Again, Levi tensed but soon relaxed when he felt Eren's arm loosen, his hand slowly tracing patterns on his back. He let out a low hum as he tried to get comfortable in the crook of Eren's arm, a hand hesitantly skimming over Eren's body.

"So," Eren said, "Did any of that play into the whole 'no boyfriends or dating' thing?"

"A little, I suppose. If I didn't get close to anyone, there would be no attachment, I wouldn't need to be naked and they wouldn't want to get to know more about me, unlike some thoughtless giants who shall remain nameless."

"Yeah, thoughtless giants are the worst."

Levi rolled his eyes with smirk. "Such a shitty brat, sometimes."

Eren chuckled, the sound vibrating through Levi's ear. With one last peck to his boyfriend's forehead, Eren soon drifted off to sleep.

It took some wriggling, but Levi was able to turn the bedside lamp off without shifting too much and waking Eren. With the curtains open, the street lamplight flowed in through the window, illuminating shapes and shadows. Eren looked so contented, lying there with his grumpy goth boyfriend cuddled up against his chest. Levi was not used to this level of intimacy; couldn't remember the last time he'd been held in such a way before Eren. Yet, instead of feeling the need to run a hundred miles away and scour his skin raw, he felt pleasantly comfortable. He didn't feel at all tired, he barely slept that much anyway, but he didn't feel the itch to get up and move around.

Maybe that would come later. Maybe it wouldn't.

For now, Levi was content to just lie against Eren's chest and watch as his handsome boyfriend slept peacefully at his side.

A/N: I hope you enjoy the update! x