No. 21: Take Eren to a gay bar.
"There it is," Levi is saying.
Eren doesn't hear him. He's too busy staring at the couple enthusiastically making out against the wall. The taller of the two guys is dark haired and lanky and the other guy-
Wait, is that Jean?
Then that means – the dark haired guy turns his head and Eren catches a glimpse of a freckled cheek. He was right. It's Marco. Who is now licking and kissing his way along Jean's collarbone while Jean arches his back and moans. Oh, God. Jean is shamelessly arching up into Marco, with no thought for any audience they might have, and fuck if that isn't the hottest thing Eren has seen since this morning.
Suddenly feeling awkward, he turns away from the scene to listen to Levi. He's stopped talking though, and is now staring at Eren with an arched eyebrow and his trademark smirk.
"Like what you see, Jaeger?" he asks.
"No! I mean yes – wait no hell no! God. I mean that's Jean we're talking about. No way do I like that," Eren says hastily.
If he's feeling a little turned on, it's because of the way Levi is looking at him. Definitely not because of Jean. Horses and sex just don't equate, not in Eren's book.
Levi's expression says it all. Amusement and pity for the poor baby gay. But thankfully, he turns away from the source of Eren's discomfort.
"Well, brat, there it is," he says.
Eren follows his gaze. At first glance, the bar doesn't look like much. Heavy wooden double doors at the end of the street, firmly closed, with a rickety sign above displaying a … riding crop? Large lettering above the sign saying "THE STABLE". He's not impressed by the name. It sounds too much like Jean's home for him to be comfortable.
There's a shadowy alcove next to the door, but no bouncer in sight. Maybe Levi was kidding, and this isn't actually an exclusively gay bar, entry on invitation.
By the time he's finished checking out the club, Levi is striding towards the entrance. Eren runs to catch up, reaching him just as the bouncer steps out from the alcove beside the doors.
Eren yelps. The guy isn't built like a typical bouncer, but he has a presence that makes Eren take a nervous step back behind Levi, who has greeted the man like an old friend.
Levi sighs and rolls his eyes.
"Eren, this is Mike. Mike, Eren."
"Nice to meet you," Eren mumbles in reply, but Levi is already speaking again.
"Eren, you have to let Mike smell you before you'll be allowed in the club."
Smell him? Levi says it so matter of factly that Eren can't tell if he's joking or not.
"I'm being serious, brat. Mike is an excellent judge of character."
Alright. Eren gulps, but takes a cautious step forward. How long has it been since he last had a shower? He's worried that the bouncer – Mike – will be able to smell Levi on him. They didn't shower after christening Commander Erwin's desk this morning.
But fucking Levi is not a train of thought that Eren wants to be pursuing right now, not when Mike is standing closer to him than Levi ever will in public. And sniffing his body, where he is sure the smell of Levi still lingers.
Speaking of Levi, he's wearing a shit-eating grin like he knows exactly what Eren is thinking about.
Life just isn't fair.
Finally, the bouncer seems to be done with his sniff check. He's smirking at Eren as he nods and turns to open the door. Eren's sure he knows exactly what Levi and him were doing this morning.
He's like a bloodhound. Maybe he's the Survey Corps' tracker.
The thought drags a giggle from Eren's lips before he can help it. Both Levi and the bouncer turn to him with identical arched eyebrow expressions. He quickly stifles the laugh.
Those expressions have got to be a Survey Corps thing. Maybe he'll ask Levi to teach him.
Later, he decides, as Levi places a hand on the small of his back and guides him through the door.
Inside is dark and roomy, and Eren blinks away the glare in his eyes while Levi calls something back to the bouncer. The club looks fairly ordinary – there's a counter at the back of the room where two red-heads are serving drinks. In the centre is an empty stage where the spotlight is being shone on a blond haired girl who's giggling in the lap of her brunette girlfriend.
"So, this is a gay bar?" Eren asks.
Levi just gives him a no-shit-Sherlock look and pushes on the small of his back, guiding him further into the bar.
"It looks normal!" Eren says defensively, "I was expecting something more, um-"
"Gay?" asks Levi, "Little baby gay, we are normal."
Eren scowls at the nickname. He hates being called a baby gay. He's a fully-fledged, mature adult gay, thankyou very much.
A shout of laughter draws his attention to where someone – is that Connie? – appears to be protecting his drink from Sasha, who is instantly recognizable by the crumbs spraying out of her mouth. Jean and Marco appear to have snuck inside sometime too, and are laughing at Sasha's antics. Two large guys are also sitting with the group, one dark haired and one blonde.
He turns his attention back to the empty stage.
"So do they have music here?" he asks Levi, who is watching him survey the room with an indulgent expression.
"Not this early, no. The entertainment usually starts at about 10, when the normal crowd turn up," he says.
"The normal crowd?"
"Ymir and Christa over there are here most nights," Levi says, pointing at the girls on the stage, "Jean and Marco, Reiner and Bertholdt, Annie and Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Mike, Hanji behind the counter, even Erwin sometimes, and a whole bunch you don't know."
"I had no idea you had this much of a social life," Eren mutters.
"You have no idea about most things, brat."
Eren bristles at that comment, and is thinking up a snappy retort for his irritating boyfriend when he realizes something.
"Wait, did you say Annie and Mikasa?" he asks.
Levi laughs softly.
"Your sister's been coming here for 6 months now. She's been with Annie for the last 3. Shouldn't you already know this?"
"I've been busy! With you!"
God. Now Eren feels like the biggest piece of shit. His sister's come out of the closet, and gotten a girlfriend, and he hasn't even noticed. He's sure Mikasa knows everything about him and Levi, down to how many times they've had sex, but he hasn't noticed a thing about her. He's the worst brother ever.
"I'll talk to her tonight," he says to Levi, "Wait. She's not here now, is she?"
"Mikasa and Annie have date night on Saturdays. Which you should already know, Eren."
Great. Now he feels even more like a piece of shit. He makes a fervent mental note to talk to Mikasa first chance he gets.
Which won't be tonight, because Levi's hand, still resting on the small of his back, is now moving lower. At first, Eren thinks that he's going to remove it, but then Levi moves his hand down and squeezes his ass.
Eren yelps.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
Levi is very serious about maintaining his position in the Survey Corps. And that means no public relationships with big-talking, green-eyed recruits. He's never touched Eren in public before, but here it seems that all restrictions are off.
Levi confirms this, circling his arms around Eren from behind. He tiptoes to place his head on Eren's shoulder and presses firmly into him.
"Everyone here knows, Eren," Levi breathes into his ear, "Relax. You're here for a good time."
Eren is blushing hotly by now, but Levi is kissing his neck and it's really hard to think when he does that.
Everyone in the club can see his boner, he's sure. And a lot of them are watching.
Eren claps his hand to his mouth and squeaks. He turns around and presses himself close to Levi, hiding his boner from public view.
It's only from the sharp intake of breath that Eren realizes that Levi's is more than interested, and pressing himself against him may have been a bad mistake.
But it's too late, because Levi has placed one hand around his waist and one tangled in his hair and is pulling him down into a kiss.
He stills his lips over Eren's. His eyes are open with pupils dilated and staring right at him. He's daring him to pull away.
It's exactly because of this that Eren kisses back. He shuts his eyes, ignoring the bar and all their enthusiastic audience. Levi is biting at his lower lip, swiping his tongue over it and into his open mouth. It's sinful. It's hot and wet and messy and Eren doesn't care, because Levi is claiming him in public and the idea of an audience is turning Eren on more than it should.
Fuck, they need to do this more often. He moans softly. Levi's squeezing his ass again. Not that he minds. God, no.
He's disappointed and whines softly when Levi pulls away. As usual, he looks unruffled, but Eren can see his dilated pupils and feel the racing of his pulse. And of course, there's the boner.
"Enjoying it yet?" Levi asks him.
Eren blushes again.
"I think I liked being watched," he whispers.
"You think?" As if to prove this point, he reaches a hand down to cup Eren's crotch.
Sometime during that, the guy operating the spotlight has shone it on the two of them, and the entire bar is watching.
Jean wolf-whistles and the large blond guy cheers.
"Give us a show, Levi!" calls the woman behind the bar.
Eren glances at Levi. He seems to be enjoying the attention.
"Get your pervy eyes back in your head, Hanji," he calls back to her.
They head over to the bar. Eren's in too much of a daze to do anything, and sits there stupidly while Levi orders their drinks.
"Sex on the Beach and a Liquid Viagra," announces the bartender – Hanji? – placing two drinks in front of them.
Eren almost chokes at the names.
"Liquid Viagra?"
"For you, brat. Jaegermeister and Red Bull."
Levi's just laughing at him now.
"Old man, you're the one who needs the Viagra," says Eren.
"That's not what you said this morning."
They are interrupted by Hanji and Jean, who are standing behind the bar laughing at the two of them.
"Isn't he adorable?" Hanji asks.
Levi is scowling at her.
"He's my adorable baby gay, shitface. Back the fuck off."
"Baby gay?" asks Jean. He looks like Christmas has come early. Great. Eren can't wait until this gets back to the rest of the 104th. He'll never hear the end of it, from them or from Levi.
"Shut it, Horseface. Go back and neigh at Marco," he snaps. Not that he's got anything against Marco, but the fact that Jean once hit on Mikasa is enough to place him in Eren's bad books forever.
"Oooh, baby gay, I'm insulted. Seriously, how old are you, twelve?"
"Even a twelve year old could do better than that," remarks Levi.
Eren turns to him with a betrayed puppy dog face.
"You're meant to be on my side!"
Levi simply smirks at him, but Hanji is now in full mother mode.
"Awwww, Levi, he's so cute! Seriously, if you ever want me to look after him for a while –"
"No."
"But –"
"No."
Hanji pouts, but returns to pouring drinks.
"Another round, Jean?" she asks cheerily.
"Yep, put it on my tab," Jean says. He glances down at Eren. "And get a drink for baby gay here too."
"I don't want your drinks," mutters Eren.
Jean raises his arms in exasperation.
"I'm being nice, Jaeger. Shut up and come drink with us, and bring Levi with you."
Hanji chimes in. "Great idea, Jean! Grumpy over here can finally have some fun!"
Levi is glaring at them all, but rises at Eren's insistent tug on his sleeve.
"Your definition of fun leaves a lot to be desired, shitface."
Two hours later, Eren has met all the 'normal crowd'. Or most of them. Annie and Mikasa are conspicuously absent.
A guy called Niles is cracking joke after joke in a corner, downing shots as people surround him. Connie and Sasha, who Eren has discovered are both transgender, are arguing over snacks at the bar. The two large guys from earlier, Reiner and Bertholdt, are making out in the middle of the dance floor. Christa is singing into the microphone while Ymir watches her possessively.
Levi hasn't left his side the whole night. He's stopped 4 attempts by Hanji to spike Eren's drink with something stronger, and 2 attempts by Eren to lure Jean into a fight. He's kissed Eren 3 times on popular demand by those who enjoyed their earlier show.
Overall, Levi's having more fun than Eren's ever seen him have before. And so, Eren is determined to come here again. As often as they possibly can.
It's somewhat later in the night when Hanji asks Levi for a performance.
"Come on, Levi, we haven't had one from you in ages!"
"I said no, shitface. Eren doesn't need to see that" Levi says.
"See what?" asks Eren. He's curious as to what kind of performances Levi used to give.
"Levi used to do drag," chimes in the short blond girl – Christa – drawing the attention of a few more people.
"Yeah! Levi, lets have a show," says Jean.
"Drag?" asks Eren.
Levi glances at him.
"I did quite a bit of it before I got with you. Then I thought you might not appreciate me putting on a show for everyone here."
"No, I want to see it!" says Eren. "Please, Levi?"
Levi sighs, but he doesn't look as upset as he's putting on.
"Fine. Hanji, is my stuff still in the back?"
"You bet it is! I've been waiting for this day for ages, Levi!"
Levi stands up.
"Stay here, Eren. I'll be on stage in 10 minutes," he says before jumping over the bar and heading into the back room.
A collective cheer rises from the audience. Apart from what Levi calls 'the normal crowd' there are a lot of other people dancing, drinking and making out in the club.
Eren can see a few of them slipping out the door.
"Why are they leaving?" he asks, "I thought Levi was pretty popular around here."
"He is," says Jean.
"They're going to spread the word," says Marco, "Levi attracts a huge audience."
Hanji returns from unlocking the back room for Levi and leans over the counter conspirationally.
"You've got him whipped, Eren," she whispers excitedly.
"Whipped? No, he –"
"Don't even try and deny it, Jaeger," Jean says, "Do you know how long its been since he last did a show?"
"Hanji's been begging him for ages now, but one word from you and he agrees straight away," agrees Marco.
Although Jean's having a good laugh about it, Eren can't deny the warm feeling that he gets from those words. Levi isn't a very demonstrative person by nature, so it's the small things that mean so much to Eren.
The lights dim on the stage. Looking around, Eren can see that the place is pretty much packed now. He whistles.
"Levi's really that good, huh?"
"Wait 'til you see him perform," squeals Hanji.
The lights dim further, and the first notes of Madonna's Crazy For You echo out over the tinny speakers.
Then the spotlight comes on. Jean and Marco are saying something, but Eren is fixated on Levi.
He's standing in the glare of the spotlight, dressed all in black. Thigh high stockings, boots, black garter belt. Black lingerie. That's the only way Eren can think to describe it. He's wearing a wig, but he looks so natural. Boobs. Eren's mouth is dry and his pulse is racing again.
The spotlight moves to his face. If anything, its even better than the rest of his body. The cheekbones stand out, but the makeup softens his features. He looks almost gentle like that. Winged eyeliner, mascara, lipstick. Blush.
Looking like that should be illegal.
Swaying room as the music starts…
God, how is he doing that? Levi's lips, accentuated by lipstick, are moving like he was born to sing this song.
Strangers making the most of the dark…
Levi is dancing. And fuck if that isn't the hottest thing Eren's seen. The sway of his hips is mesmerizing, and some of the dance moves are giving Eren an excellent view of his body.
Two by two their bodies become one..
Now, he's just teasing Eren. Looking right at him. Singing directly to him.
You're so close but still a world away…
Levi's turned his back to him now, not that Eren minds. It's almost disappointing when he turns around again, but any sense of disappointment is dispelled by the next words, sung directly to him.
I'm crazy for you,
Touch me once and you'll know its true
I never wanted anyone like this
That's as good a confession as Eren's ever had from Levi. He's aware of the crowd cheering, but he blocks it out. This performance is for him alone.
He watches the rest of the performance intently, not missing the way Levi's eyes return to him time and time again. Every time someone in the audience reaches up to shove a note in his boots, his eyes are on Eren.
Eren has never loved him more.
I'm crazy, crazy for you.
The applause is thunderous. Really, it might actually bring the roof down. Jean is wolf-whistling next to him again, and it doesn't escape Eren that Levi is an object of desire for most of the crowd here.
He's feeling possessive. Claws out. Levi is his.
Eren stands up, pushing Jean out of his way, and jumps up on the stage. Levi turns to him surprised, but he doesn't have time to say anything because Eren has grabbed him around the waist and kissed him.
The kiss is long and deep, and audience is going crazy. Levi is a bit surprised at first, but soon responds, hand rubbing circles on Eren's back. He seems to understand Eren's claim on him, and gives as good as he gets.
Tongues, lips, noses bumping. Finally, Eren pulls away.
"Mine," he whispers.
Levi smirks.
"I take it I was good then," he purrs.
"Too good."
Levi's face softens slightly.
"Only for you, brat."
Eren nods. He's ridiculously happy at that statement, and probably more than a little drunk. This last fact doesn't escape Levi's notice. He steps down from the stage, disappointing the calls for an encore, and guides Eren over to the bar.
"Wait here. I'll change, and then we'll leave," Levi says.
Eren mumbles a protest, but only half-heartedly. Leaving means getting Levi into bed, which is just what he needs right now.
Hanji is heading back over towards him, beaming.
"Did you like that, Eren? He's great, isn't he!" she says.
"I'm glad I got to see that again," agrees Jean.
A spike of jealousy flares through Eren.
"Make the most of it horseface, that's the last time you'll be seeing it," he snaps.
"What, is he reserved for private viewing now?" laughs Jean.
"Yes, he is."
Jean seems to respect that, at least, and backs off to go talk to Marco. Or kiss Marco. Or whatever. Eren doesn't care.
Just then, Levi returns. He takes one look at Eren's expression and puts an arm around his waist.
"Come on, brat, lets go home."
Eren doesn't question where home is; he simply leans into Levi and lets him guide them out of the bar.
Because home is wherever Levi is.
A/N:
Fluff .
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