CHAPTER 3

The punishment, as his mother had called it, was only supposed to have lasted 2 weeks. Every week day after school, and today it was thursday. The second week was almost up, just when I had started to get comfortable with him being here.

Okay, so I had let myself indulged into dirty daydreams about the boy, which was very unprofessional, but I had taken control after that monday, where the boy had asked to not sit with me in my office. That was when I realised how crazy it really was. I was 10 years older than the boy, who was still stuck in college. The only reason he was even here, was because he had thrown a tantrum with his mother, for crying out loud.

He was just a kid.

I had suddenly felt like some kind of sexual perpetrator, taking advantage of the boy, which was wrong in, god, so many many ways.

He went back to sit with me the day after that, but I forced myself not to have any thoughts after all after that. He had seemed on edge, being nervous and acting weird, and we had suddenly gone to have one of those ordinary working relationship. Me being annoyed and him acting weird and having sweaty palms.

Surprisingly enough, that had become more humorous to me than annoying, but of course I wouldn't let him know that. I just kept with my cold exterior, and he kept being absent-minded.

That's why it had come as quite a shock, when he had asked for more work that night.

"Alright ... " I had said, hesitant, unsure of why he was willing to do more, but I surely wasn't going to reject that request.

So we had kept on working, until closing time. When I finally looked up from my desk, the clock was way past 9, and everybody had already gone home.

Eren was laying on the couch, sleeping, with a paper stuck on his forehead. I chuckled, amused over how silly he looked, laying there covered in papers.

The moment was quickly over, though, and the obsessive cleaner inside of me took over as I walked over to the boy. It was rather easy to remove the papers from his body, and it didn't seem like he noticed.

"He must have been tired ..." I mumbled to myself, not even realising that I had said it out loud. I sat on the edge of the couch, and leaned in over him to grab the last paper from his head.

"B-boss?"

He blinked, his vision still blurred from sleeping, which gave me more than enough time to stand up and walk away.

Only problem is, I didn't.

He was staring at me with a confused look, as if he wasn't sure where he was.

"Hey," I didn't smile, even though I suddenly felt like doing it. "So you're finally awake. You wanted to work more, yet you just end up slacking off instead? Wasting my fucking time..."

I wanted to say something nice to him, but instead this hateful comment came out through my mouth.

Shit. Why do I always do that? I know he works hard, yet I'm still being an ass.

He blinked again, not answering, and then a smile spread across his face. I stared at him in complete astonishment.

What the fuck?

"I'm sorry, boss. It won't happen again,"

My eyes got smaller, as I looked suspiciously at him. What was he trying to accomplice, being this nice? Why wasn't he affected by me being mean?

"You bet it won't. Tomorrow is your last day here, remember?"

A struck of disappointment hit his face, and he did nothing to hide it. Neither did I do anything, which caused us to just sit there, on the couch, waiting in silence. Our eyes where locked together as Eren sat up, so he could sit up more straight.

There's so much tension in the air, I thought to myself, and it was the truth. It was as if both of us expected something to happen, and I knew what it was that I was thinking about ... But did he share the same thoughts?

Shit. I wanna kiss him.

My office was covered in darkness, and only little light came from the big windows behind my desk. Yet, I could still see every detail on Erens face, and his lips looked so freaking soft. I started doubting if Eren really always had looked so damn good. Was it normal for teenagers his age to be so damn attractive?

I suddenly felt like a old pervert. When I looked at him I saw beauty, but what happened when he looked at me? Did he just se an old man? Sure, I was fit and I didn't have any wrinkles, but still ... He must have noticed the age difference.

So consumed in my own thoughts, I didn't even notice how dangerously close my face had suddenly become with Erens. The boy was still looking at me, yet there was something different. His left corner of his mouth was turned up in a smirk.

Why the hell was he smiling at me like that?

I didn't really have time to think of an answer.

"Levi ... " Eren whispered my name through those damn lips of his, making me bite the inside of my cheek, just to stop me from doing something stupid.

"Stop thinking. Just do it,"

His voice was unexpected low and serious, and I looked at him in surprise. This was not the innocent, little boy I had known before.

I don't know if that was what made it okay, but before I could start to think of anything else, he had already grabbed my collar and yanked me forward.

Our lips met, and there was fire immeditiately. He had already turned his head to the side, making as little space for our mouths as possible, so he could open my mouth. I had already beat him to it though, pressing my tongue inside his mouth, and he moaned into mine as we fought for dominance.

I won.

His hands were everywhere, and the fire spread. I pressed my upper body against his, and it was now his turn to let out a moan. My fingers found the bottom of his shirt, and they crawled under it, so I could feel his cold skin against mine. I instantly felt how fit he really was, and I couldn't contain myself from letting my fingers slide over his hard abs.

He is so fucking hot! I thought, as my fingers went upwards to his nipples. I started caressing them gently, which resulted in more moans and groans from Levi.

Our lips finally departed, and as I was gasping for air, he had already moved on to kissing, sucking and licking my neck.

After that, my mind started getting blurred. I doze off in the pleasure, just enjoying the moment while it lasted. Then his lips found mine again, and I woke up.

In one quick motion, I found myself sitting in his lap, my knees on both his hips' sides, supporting my weight on him. And then my hands opened his and my own pants, and I felt how they became loose in an instant. Levi's hands where moving from my hips to my lower back, but I kinda got the gist of it.

"Come on," I moaned, pressing my body against his. "You know you want to..." I teased him, starting to move my hips and ass around, while I purred like a cat.

I instantly saw the lust in his eyes, that said that he didn't need to be told twice. I felt as his small hands slided down under my underwear, and squeezed my ass thightly. I gasped for a second, even more turned on than before, and then decided to try opening the buttons on his shirt.

His hands, still on my ass, started pushing me forward gently, causing friction, which made me groan loudly. The sound made me slap a hand over my mouth of embarassment, but Levi just smirked at me.

"Damn it, you're hot ... " He mumbled, and started pushing again. He didn't have to though, because I had already started rubbing my lower body against his. The friction was so intense for me, that I pressed my mouth against his, just to lower the loud sounds coming from me.

I pushed him back into the cushion a bit violent, but none of us even noticed. If this kept on going, I wouldn't be able to ...

"Ah! L-Levi - " I gasped for air, moaning, yet I couldn't detach my eyes from his. His dark eyes bored into mine, forcing me to let him watch my face as I came.

"Ahh!"

I rested my forehead on his collarbone, as I was still panting, desperate for more air. It felt as if I had been drained of it, as if Levi had sucked it all out of me.

"Oi, brat. You came just after that?"

My head jolted up in surprise, and I looked at him with confusion.

"Are you mocking me?" I asked, and I started to feel the humiliation roll in over me.

Levi must have noticed that, because he quickly threw me down on my back, and crawled on top of me.

"I just meant, that we would have to practice then," He almost mumbled the answer, as his lips where pressing down several places on my body, leaving marks.

I bit my lip as the relief rushed over me. And then the anticipation.

"Oh ... Well then," I reached down to grab the man's pants, but in the same moment he pulled away. Suddenly he was standing up, buttoning his shirt. He looked down on me, grinning.

"Don't be so eager, brat." He said, closing his zipper. "Now go home, and get yourself cleaned up. You have af long day ahead of yourself tomorrow,"

So the POV changes a bit in the story, as you might have guessed. I hope it wasn't too difficult to read, but I wanted to write the scene from both of their perspectives.