Later that night, Erwin lay on his couch sipping his bourbon and thinking of Levi. He'd gone over and over in his mind how Levi had looked, how good he had looked. He'd had on his jeans and a black sleeveless tee shirt (Levi often wore either his sleeveless tees or a strappy tank style shirt when he knew he was going to be helping with the construction guys,) and he'd looked absolutely mouth-watering. Erwin loved it when Levi's arms were bare so he could see as much of Levi's tattoos as possible. He idly wondered if he had more tattoos, that he couldn't see, under his clothes. Erwin groaned at that and palmed his cock through his khakis. Levi's face was so perfect, sharply angular and pale with thin lips and his snakebite piercings had glittered in the bright light of the diner. He recalled their kiss in the bathroom, how fierce Levi had been, how insistently he'd pressed his lips to Erwin's. God, he'd like to do that again. Soon.

He sipped some more of his drink and rubbed at the front of his trousers. Eren had gone out with friends and wasn't due to be back until late. He could masturbate right there if he wanted.

His thoughts went back to Levi. Those perfect, muscular arms, that perfect ,defined chest, that ass, those legs. Perfect, perfect, perfect. He imagined those legs between his own, spreading his wide.

"Hell …"

His erection was tenting his trousers now. He glanced at the front door, making sure it was locked—he'd hear the key in the lock if Eren, for some strange reason, came home early—and pulled down his zip. His cock, long and hot and heavy, was freed. He took himself in hand and began pumping slowly.

Erwin preferred it on his hands and knees. That was his favorite position. The one time he'd tried topping he'd done it missionary style like he was used to and it really threw him off to see the guy's face even though he had seemed to really have a good time. It had put him off the position ever since (and he'd never topped again. He much preferred to bottom with men.) He wondered what it would be like with Levi. He'd quite like getting to see Levi's face as they did it. He wondered if he had trouble in that position, being as he was so short. He dismissed that quickly. Levi was hella strong and in excellent shape. He could easily manipulate Erwin's long limbs in face-to-face sex.

Erwin briefly contemplated moving to his bed where he could use one of his toys on himself but rejected the notion. It just felt too good right now. His hand sped up, jerking him off for real now, making him grunt with pleasure. He let his imagination run wild, picturing Levi manhandling him, stroking his body with those strong pale hands, pressing into him, filling him.

"Oh, god, Levi …"

One advantage of his position was that he could fondle and pinch his nipples and he did so, running his hand through his chest hair, rolling each nipple between his fingertips in turn, pinching hard enough to get a tiny jolt of pain.

He was fully into it now, hand flying. If Eren had come home at that point Erwin wouldn't have heard the key in the lock. He couldn't hear anything, only his own blood rushing in his ears and his own panting breaths.

He wished that somehow Levi could feel him, psychically, and know what he was doing, that he was masturbating thinking of him. That unexpected thought made him blush and his hand stroked faster.

He could feel that tingling coil of heat in his groin and his testicles drew up even tighter to his body. He was going to come.

His orgasm blindsided him, it came on so fast and so hard. He finished with a cry, Levi's name on his lips, spattering cum all over his chest, onto his shirt.

He lay bonelessly for a moment, recovering, then got up to rinse out his shirt. He really should have taken it off before he started.

Erwin had showered and changed and put his soiled clothes in the washer and was back on the couch with his bourbon when Eren came home. His son was good as gold, Erwin reflected for the millionth time. Easy-going and affable like his parents he still maintained the few rules Erwin had set for him when he stayed with him. He looked oh so like his mother, though, and it gave Erwin's heart a little twist every time he looked at him.

He also didn't miss a thing.

"You showered? You usually shower in the mornings." Eren fiddled with Erwin's damp hair and Erwin caught his hand and kissed it. "Geez, sappy old man," he chided with a smile. Erwin was a very open person with his affections and he and Eren had a genuinely affectionate relationship.

"Yeah, yeah," Erwin growled, also smiling. "How were the boys?"

"Fine. Same as always. Jean mentioned that he hasn't seen you at Dreamers in a while. Are you still dating?"

Eren was very aware of his father's loneliness. It had been ten years since his mother had died. He was eager for his dad to get with someone who completed him. He hadn't absolutely loved everyone Erwin had dated but he was optimistically sure he would find somebody.

Erwin shrugged dismissively and pretended to be absorbed in the documentary he was watching on aircraft carriers during WW2.

"What about that Levi guy? What's going on with him? He was really cool."

There it was again. Levi. Erwin had told Eren everything, down to the last detail (minus the kiss in the bathroom,) and Eren had met him at the house that night he brought Erwin's keys. Eren wouldn't leave it alone.

"He came by the diner today."

Eren perked right up. "Yeah? Did you talk to him? Explain things?"

Erwin shrugged again and scooted down in the couch. "He just came in to order food, Eren. We were civil."

"Civil? That's it? How can you sound so bland about it?"

Erwin was not about to admit that he'd just masturbated thinking about the man. "We talked a bit. That's it. He looked really good."

"Yeah, he looked good the night he was here. He's hot."

"Hey, no stealing my crush!"

"Oh, so you admit he's your crush?!"

"Eren …"

But Eren skipped out of the room singing "Dad's got a cru-ush! Dad's got a cru-ush!"

Erwin covered his reddening face with both hands. Oh crap.

They had just pulled into the parking area at the state park and Hange was grabbing the bags of breakfast she'd bought when her phone buzzed. Hange leaned over to Levi, gesturing with their chin at their cell phone in the breast pocket of the checked button-up shirt they were wearing.

"Grab that, will you? It's probably Pixis."

Levi retrieved the phone, looked at the screen, and scowled.

"What the actual fuck? Why do you still have that asshole's number in your phone, Hans?"

"What?"

Levi clicked to connect and put the phone to his ear. "What the fuck are you doing calling here, shithead?"

"Levi? Who is it?"

"You have some nerve calling them after the shit you pulled!"

Hange dropped all of her bags of food and reached for their phone.

"Yeah? Well, fuck you too, you piece of shit! You should be ashamed of yourself! Now hang up and never call here again!"

"Levi! Who is it? Give me my phone!"

Levi reluctantly did so, turning the face of it toward Hange with a deep scowl. There was a picture of a slender, dark-haired, dark-skinned person smiling under the name "CHLOE."

Hange snatched the phone out of his hand. "Chloe? What are you doing calling me? After all this time?"

Levi crossed his arms tightly across his chest. "Tell them to fuck the fuck off, Hans! How dare they—"

Hange waved him off, listening closely to what the other person was saying. "Uh, huh. Uh, huh. No … I understand, I guess." They listened intently again. Levi could hear the person talking loudly, then crying.

"Tch!"

Hange shushed him again, frowning. "Oh, honey … yes. I know."

Levi bolted out of the car, slamming the door hard. He pulled himself up onto the hood and lit a cigarette puffing angrily.

After a long while Hange hung up and got out of the car. They came around and leaned against the hood beside Levi, dragging their fingers through their tangle of hair.

"Wanna tell me why you still have that fuckstick's number in your phone?"

Hange shrugged.

"You just never got over them, did you? Even after everything they did. After all that shit they put you through."

"They've been through a rough patch, Levi. A lot of rough patches."

"They're a druggie and a liar and a fucking cheater, Hans."

"Their mother died."

"Mine died a long time ago!"

Hange rounded on him. "And it fucking scarred you!"

"And I have never, ever cheated on a partner! Not once! And I never did drugs. After all I've been through!"

Hange subsided. "Some people are just weak, Levi. They sounded really torn up."

Levi took a long drag on his cig and looked out over the peaceful lake. "Oh, boo-hoo. So what do they want now? More money?"

Hange flinched at that. They dragged their thumbnail over a small imperfection in the car's grill. "They want to see me."

"Oh, shit, no."

"They're here, in South Carolina, in Myrtle Beach."

"Their mom died and they're at the fucking beach?!"

"Their mom retired down here, Levi. She was in a nursing home there."

Mike came around the corner of the lodge and walked up to them. "You guys OK over here? You don't sound happy. We can hear you all the way over there."

"Hange's fucking dickwad of an ex is calling them and crying over the phone. They want to visit."

Mike blinked. "What about Moblit?"

Levi looked soberly at Hange who shrank under both men's gazes. They pushed suddenly off of the car. "I need to think about all this. Levi, you can get Mike caught up on the details," they said and walked quickly off, boots crunching on the layer of pine needles on the ground.

Levi's and Mike's gazes met. "This is not going to go well," Levi muttered.