Levi

"Ah, Eren... Seriously, I... I have to... Go," I whispered breathlessly against his lips—lips that had been latched onto mine for the better part of fifteen minutes now. Ever since we'd parked in front of my apartment complex, Eren had jumped into clingy boyfriend mode and refused to let me go. The thing was that I wasn't complaining, not really. Considering I'd just spent one of the best nights imaginable with him, I was just as reluctant to untangle myself from him. So when he murmured "Mh, just one more" into my mouth while kissing me, I couldn't exactly help but comply. He came even closer, pressing his body as close as possible, and licked his way into my mouth. His hand slipped into my hair, his fingertips brushing over my undercut to sink into the longer strands on top. He used his grip on me to keep me in place, even while there was no chance in hell I'd ever back away when he was kissing me like this, as if my lips were air he needed to breathe in. Right then I gave in, allowing his tongue to caress mine with deliberate strokes while I wrapped my arms around his neck to respond to him in full.

"Are you sure you can't come up with some excuse to stay the night at my place? I don't want to go home without you," Eren said in the short break between one long kiss and the next, even while he knew there was nothing I could possibly do to stay in this car and drive home with him. Yet still, I knew he wished there was, because I felt the same. Letting him go now after the mind-blowing evening we'd spent together felt plain wrong, on every level. Just the thought of walking back up into my own personal hell of taunting that would undoubtedly follow once I stepped foot past the threshold was too painful to dwell on. It was like a taint on the night I'd just been granted.

My eyes opened slowly, my mind still clinging to the sweet remainder of the kiss we'd just shared, and I looked up at him. My face softened noticeably when I caught the tiny flicker of hope passing his vivid green eyes. I reached up to run gentle knuckles over his cheekbone, and smiled when the touch drew a soft shiver from him in response.

"Don't look at me like that," I said admonishingly, but I couldn't fight down the faint smile that stuck to my lips. "If I ask to stay the night after what happened earlier, I wouldn't live to see another day. Which would be terrible, you know... Now that I have something that makes getting up in the mornings actually worth it."

I swallowed hard, everything in me forcing me to take back what I'd just said. It was silly and embarrassing and way too honest, but even taking all this into account, I couldn't find it in me to play the words down as a joke. Today had meant so much to me, and I felt closer to Eren than I ever had. Along with everything else I could give him, he deserved my honesty.

A soft blush stained his cheeks a sugary shade of pink, his eyes flicking from my lips to my eyes with obvious affection blooming in their mossy depths. My heart was fluttering inside my chest when millions of butterflies took flight, all at once. Taking a deep breath, he linked my fingers with mine and brought them up to his lips to place a tender kiss on each of my knuckles.

"I love you," he said, and I bit my lip when the rush of emotions hit me anew. The words were still so fresh, so strangely untouched, yet I knew I'd never grow tired of hearing them. Not when Eren was the one to tell me.

He kissed me again, his lips as soft as a feather and as balmy as a summer breeze. I relished the feeling with all my senses, pressing my body into the center console until an uncomfortable tingle started to radiate from my side. Not that I cared. All I wanted was to crawl over that damn thing and let him cover every inch of me with every inch of him. I was so utterly lost in him, of his tongue sliding over mine and his nails burrowing into my shoulders, that the feeling of his hands whispering beneath my shirt tore a surprised gasp from my throat. He chuckled softly, the sound dancing down my throat, and ran his warm palms across my ribcage. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew we didn't have nearly enough time for this as my curfew crept closer and closer, yet I couldn't hold onto that thought. The pads of his fingers whispered up towards my nipples, which were already straining for his touch, and I released an embarrassing little squeak when he finally gave my tips a timid squeeze. Goose bumps began to race all over my body in an instant, my skin turning oversensitive. All I wanted was to get rid of my shirt and push my chest into his eager hands, but then I realized I was risking getting seriously grounded right here. The moment would be worth it, but the subsequent dry spell without seeing Eren would not. So I forced the lid on my raging arousal and pushed his hands away.

"N-No," I said, albeit reluctantly, "Don't. I'll never be able to leave once you start touching me like this."

He sighed, obviously fighting with himself. His expression told me how seriously he was considering damning this all to hell and dragging me straight to the backseat—a thought that made sticking to my resolve beyond hard—but then he sighed in defeat.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.

Damn, he was cute. I reached up and gave his head an affectionate pat before I could think better of it, and smiled despite myself when he leaned into the touch.

"It's time," I said after a little while of brushing my fingers through his lush chestnut strands, "I better not break my curfew."

"It's alright," he said quietly, "Go."

I looked at him, a sudden feeling of guilt flooding me, as if I was doing something wrong. Eren watched me closely, and then he smacked an arm over his eyes.

"God, stop being so adorable," he ground out.

I huffed. I wasn't being adorable at all. Clearing my throat, I asked, "You are okay, right? I mean—"

"Yes, I am. More than that. And now please go," he groaned, "Because I am one second away from not being able to let you."

I bit my lip for a moment, contemplating asking him how he was feeling, again. He had bottomed for the first time a few short hours ago after all, it was my job to make sure he'd made it out of this okay. Although I also didn't intend to put his (barely existent) self-restraint to the test. Not when it meant grounding and having to make do without seeing him for however long my uncle decided it would take for me to get straight. Nope, not gonna happen.

He glared playfully at me, making me snicker. I leaned in and placed another quick kiss to his lips. "Text me later?"

"That's a given," he smiled, his eyes lighting up at the promise.

"I wouldn't have accepted any other reply," I half-joked and opened the car door. Eren got out and retrieved my bag from the backseat, before walking to the front and handing it to me. We stood there for a long minute, just looking into each other's eyes, and once again, I felt this insane pull I always ever felt with him. It was strong and rampant, pulling me right back to where I wanted to be. I shifted weirdly from one foot to the other, before I wrenched myself from Eren's vicinity and turned away with a curse. I half-ran to the entrance door, when a sudden instinct held me back. My hand already on the door handle, I slowly turned back and was surprised to see Eren still parked there, his eyes following my every move. I smiled and lifted my hand to wave at him. That silly idiot blew me a kiss in return, and I cursed myself when I felt my cheeks grow warm. With a final peak in his direction, I pushed the door open and stepped inside the building. There was no time left to dally, so I skipped waiting for the elevator and rushed up the stairs. I made it to my apartment just in time, without a single minute to spare. Just like I'd anticipated, Kenny was standing right in the entryway, another beer can in hand. He stared me down with a suspicious twist around his lips. Maybe I could explain my mussed hair with some new style I was trying out, but that excuse wouldn't exactly work for my kiss-swollen lips. There was nothing I could do to hide or explain them, so my tactic consisted of keeping my head down and making a quick dash for my bedroom. Kenny's hand shot out to grab me, but I dodged it and ducked under his flailing arm. My victory was only short-lived though.

"Levi!" He thundered after me, his heavy steps following me down the hallway.

I pushed the door to my bedroom open and hurried for the far corner, as far away from him as possible. He was hot on my heels, his gait already a bit unsteady with the alcohol he'd undoubtedly consumed by now. I watched him as he tried to find the light switch in the dark, failing three times before the overhead lights finally came to life.

Damn. I had no chance of hiding my appearance with that bright light shining down on me.

My uncle came over to where I stood against the wall, his lips curled in a menacing snarl. When he reached me, he took hold of my chin and tilted my face up to his. I shuddered. I didn't want his hands on me, especially not on any of the places Eren had touched. It felt like Kenny's meaty fingers were overwriting Eren's soft touches on my skin. At first, I refused to meet my uncle's eyes, at least until I realized that avoiding them seemed like an admission of weakness on my part. My eyes snapped up to his, boring into his hazy ones. He gawked at me, at my face, my lips. Then, he huffed as if he was disgusted by what he saw.

"Did you let him fuck you?"

The words were dripping with contempt, and usually, that would be enough to drive a blade through my heart. I was waiting for the familiar pain of rejection to settle within me, but all that came was a dull ache. Slowly, I realized I wasn't all that susceptible to his hate anymore, not in the way I used to be. The realization brought a faint smile to my lips. Something about tonight had changed me.

"No," I replied. Technically, I hadn't. Eren had allowed me to do that to him this time around. The warm feeling of affection wrapping me up when I thought about it only served to pronounce my smile even more.

Apparently, Kenny did not like my carefree response. He jostled me back against the wall and smacked his index finger in my chest.

"Don't you fucking lie to me. It's all over your face," he bit out. "Just you wait, Levi. You'll soon be laughing out of the other side of your face."

I still couldn't wipe the smirk off my face as he turned on his heel and stalked out the door. It was an innocent reaction. I was just happy. It wasn't my intention to spite him, but if smiling had conjured that effect, all the better. Nothing he did, nothing anyone did, would take away the happiness tonight had given me.

I walked to the door and closed it, once again wishing my key hadn't been taken by Kenny when he found out about my orientation. As if I'd ever bring a guy I liked here.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened to my uncle shuffling through the hallway until he plopped down on the sofa to watch some sports show. My mom wasn't home yet. As a nurse, she often had to take the night shift and would only return in the morning. I sighed as I walked back to my bed, dropping onto it face first like dead weight. Mom was treating me with way more consideration after my coming out, yet still, it felt like she was trying to convince me, just as much as herself, that all of this was just some kind of phase I was currently going through. She never said it in so many words, but I still knew that in her mind, the safest way of action was to wait this out. My thoughts drifted back to Eren. Coming out was the hardest thing I'd ever done, but it felt better to be out than to carry the secret without anyone knowing. Eren still had to go through all of that, and make it out alive. I could only hope his family wasn't like mine.

Just in this moment, my cellphone vibrated in my jeans pocket. I wiggled to grab it and found a new text message from Eren. Just like promised. Once again, he was the reason I had to smile.

Eren: Just got home and guess what? I'm missing you already. You should sneak away. I could come back to pick you up.

Well, damn. Wasn't that a brilliant idea? My heart pounded as I re-read his message, he said he was missing me, and I opened up a reply.

Me: I wish I could. Being here sucks.

All of one moment passed before my phone started to ring in my palm. Eren's silly grinning face squished to mine flashed across the screen.

"What happened?" He shot out before I could even attempt a witty greeting.

"Hello to you too," I said. "Nothing. He was just being... Difficult. Forget I said anything."

Eren was quiet for a second. I could just picture him debating whether he should push this or not. Finally, he sighed and asked, "Are you okay?"

He was worried about me. It was there in plain sight, and all I could do in response was press my palm to my fierce heartbeat, as if the touch was enough to slow it down to a normal level.

"I am. Now," I answered, closing my eyes. I wished he was here with me. I might have gotten better at avoiding any of my uncle's hateful remarks to get to me, but I was still far from being immune.

"Okay, I'll let this go. But only because you told me to," Eren grumbled. "What are you doing now?"

"Thanks. Nothing much, just lying around in bed. You?"

"I was just thinking about how nice a hot bath would be right now, when I remembered I never even used to like taking a bath. Not before I met you. See the influence you have on me?"

I chuckled. Oh yes, getting Eren to love taking baths was definitely going on my list of accomplishments.

"Yes, huge impact," I laughed. "Are you going to use a bath bomb?"

"Sure thing. Your favorite."

"Mh," I whispered, picturing his lean body half-submerged in sparkly waves of lilac foam. "So... Are you in the bathroom right now?"

"Yep, just walked in."

"And are you... Taking your clothes off?"

The line stayed silent for a moment—well, almost silent. There was Eren's breathing on the other end, which was noticeably picking up after he'd heard what I said. I listened to him shuffling a bit, wondering what he was doing right now.

"I've just slipped out of my shirt and now I'm playing around with my jeans. Do you want me to take them off for you, Levi?"

I sat up straight and leaned back against my pillows, my legs falling open. I had no idea what I was doing or where this was headed, but damn, I would not stop here.

"Yes," I breathed, "Take them off. Take everything off."

For a moment, I wondered whether he was really up to go that far, but when I heard more shuffling around, I knew he was down to get with the program.

I heard his accelerated breathing when he came back on the phone, "So, I am all naked. Don't you think I deserve a little reward for that?"

I swallowed. Oh, sweet Lord. What had I gotten myself into?

"Y-You do," I managed on a shaky breath, "Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"Get comfortable, pick any position you like. After that, I want you to slip one hand under your shirt. Play with those pretty nipples."

Fuck.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing coming clipped and sloppy. I wouldn't have guessed Eren would be so good at this, even when I should have. I mean, was there anything he wasn't good at?

I squeezed my eyes shut as he gave me time to conquer my doubts. This might be embarrassing, but that didn't mean I wanted it to end. He had me, and I was going to stay. All of this was too exciting not to.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed the pads of my fingers beneath my shirt and let them wander all the way up—from my belly, over my abs until I felt the soft tip of my nipple between my fingers. I gave it a playful tug, and promptly moaned in return.

"Feel good?"

"Mh, yeah. I just wish... You were here doing it for me," I whispered, my eyes staying closed as I twisted my nipple around until it got hard and too sensitive to take any more. I was imagining Eren's hands on me, his deft fingers massaging me just where I needed it, where it felt best.

"Ahh, Eren..." I trailed off, too needy to touch my chest any longer. I needed more. Tentatively, I slipped my unoccupied hand back down along my torso until it met the waistband of my jeans. My erection was trapped and straining against its denim confines, and I knew I couldn't wait much longer to free it and touch where I wanted it most.

"You want it, don't you?" Eren said huskily, his voice whispering over my eardrum. "You want to touch yourself down there, to stroke until you scream. Tell me, are you imagining me touching you? Do you want to feel my hands on this beautiful skin of yours?"

His voice in my ear, whispering those things to me while I was touching myself, did the most extraordinary things to me. I was sure I was practically panting at this point, but I couldn't help noticing that his voice had changed as well. It was breathy and gruff, as if it took a lot of effort to keep control over what he was doing. Whatever that was, I was pretty sure it involved staying naked.

"Y-Yes, Eren," I moaned, "T-Touch me... Right here..."

I undid the button on my jeans and yanked them sloppily down my thighs, the denim feeling too tight on my hot skin. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I realized my door wasn't locked and if my uncle decided he wanted another fight, he could just walk straight in here and catch me doing this. Still, even the considerable risk wasn't enough to make me come back to my senses and stop this phone call, all it did was make me grab for my covers and slip beneath them. If someone walked in here, at least they wouldn't be presented with all of me on a silver platter. I perked up when Eren's breath hitched sexily in his throat. Was he playing as well? While thinking of me?

"Mh, you feel so good. I'm... God. I want you, so bad..." Eren rasped in my ear, clearly as turned on as I was. "Tease your tip for me, Levi. Until it's all wet and messy."

I complied right away, letting my fingers wander up my length to my tip, squeezing that sensitive spot just below my glans before reaching up to swipe at the slit. It didn't take long until a few pearly drops of precome glistened on the head. I used my thumb to smear the bead all over the crown. "Ahh, shit... Eren... I... Fuck."

I was lost to the pleasure, my phone falling in between my cheek and shoulder as I continued to tease and touch myself, more and more, until I felt the oncoming of this tight coil of sensations I always felt when I was well underway to come.

"Shh, baby. I got you. Slow down a bit, okay? I'm not done with you yet."

I contemplated ignoring his instruction for a second. My whole body was strung tight, and I knew I just needed another few good strokes to get off. God, I wanted to get off, right here, with his perfect voice ghosting through my mind.

"Levi," he moaned, my name whispering over the line on a lingering moan.

His voice had adopted a commanding ring to it, and it was exactly what I needed to listen. I stopped touching my cock and felt the high subside. I couldn't help but release a displeased sigh.

Eren chuckled. That bastard.

"Good boy," he whispered, and usually, I'd go ballistic if someone called me a 'good boy', but when Eren was the one doing it, it made my heart race and hot goose bumps break out over my skin.

"Now spread your legs and touch your balls. I bet they are aching," he said. I swallowed hard, my head lolling back against the pillows. He should be illegal. Absolutely illegal.

Doing as he told me, I gingerly spread my legs beneath my blanket and dipped down to cup my balls, gently rolling them around my palm. Just the touch made me remember every time Eren had touched me here, and once again, I closed my eyes to imagine him doing all of this to me.

"Mh Eren, yes... This feels amazing... Oh fuck, I want you. Here, with me."

Eren grunted on the other end, his voice now broken and wrecked. Was he touching himself too? The thought made my cock twitch.

"Oh yes, Levi, you're doing so good... Don't stop. Just listening to you, it's... Damn. You drive me crazy."

My entire body flushed with heat, and I moaned into my phone. He was the one making me lose my mind here. Though when I thought about the fact that he might be just as aroused as I was right now, I felt as sexy as he made me out to be.

"Do you have lube anywhere near you?" Eren said, his tone hoarse. There was the distinct noise of movement in the background, leading me to believe he was enjoying this just as much as I was.

"Uhm... I have lotion," I replied, voice tremulous.

"Good. Take it. You know what I want you to do, don't you?"

I gulped and nodded, as if he could see me. Reaching back, I rummaged through my night stand and pulled out a small bottle of scented lotion. It slipped out of my shaky hands before I finally managed to open it and coat my fingers with the cool balm.

I let the heels of my hand dance down across my body, feeling its light touch before it dipped between my legs to nudge my entrance. A small moan escaped me.

"Are you there?" Eren asked throatily, "Be careful. Don't go too fast, we don't want you to hurt yourself."

I groaned uncontrollably and bit my lip while I pushed one finger inside. Despite what Eren had told me, and was still telling me if I understood correctly through my aroused daze, I didn't wait. Impatient, I pushed a second finger in place and wheezed at the sharp pain it elicited.

"Levi," Eren scolded. "Didn't I tell you to go slow? Take your time. You want to be ready for me, don't you?"

"Ah yes, I do," I breathed.

I fingered myself open slowly—just like he wanted—but when the initial pain faded and I was ready for more, I didn't hold back. I let my phone fall and grabbed my cock with my free hand, stroking it in time with the thrusts of my fingers. Images of Eren touching me, holding me, whispering to me took over my mind, and I felt myself losing control. Close to my ear, I could hear him moaning, lost to his own pleasures. When the waves of arousal began to topple, I pressed down on my tip and came in an instant, drenching my blanket and hand in warm spurts.

"Levi?"

At first, I thought it was Eren talking to me. At least until the voice got louder and I realized this was most certainly not Eren's voice. It was a girl's. What the hell? Had I blacked out? Wouldn't have surprised me in the least.

I yanked my boxers and jeans up my thighs and tried to make myself look presentable. Well, as presentable as I could considering I'd just experienced one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. And the one responsible for that wasn't even in the same room with me.

"Just one second!" I called to whoever was out there in the hallway, obviously looking for me.

"Eren?" I spoke into the phone.

"Getting walked in on?" There was an obvious smile in his voice.

"Yeah," I said. "I'll call you later, okay?"

"Can't wait," he sighed dreamily.

"Uhm, I wanted to... I mean... What I wanted to say was... Thank you," I said. A hot blush immediately followed.

"Thank you," he replied. "Don't forget to call me later. Love you."

"Love you too," I whispered and ended the call.

What I wanted to do was jump in my bed and squeal into my pillows for hours on end. I couldn't believe I'd just had mind-blowing phone sex with Eren. Luckily, my sad attempt at fangirling didn't come to pass when my door flew open to reveal my two best friends, Isabel and Farlan.

"Well, look who we have here!" Isabel cried. "If it isn't..." she looked to Farlan and made a pensive face, "Hm, no. I don't remember his name. I do believe this used to be our best friend, at least before he decided to go all MIA on us. Levi, don't you love us anymore?"

I smiled sheepishly. She was so right, and it took them showing up here to whip me in order to make my guilty conscience finally rear its head.

"I'm so sorry guys, I was—"

"Wait." She held up her palm to silence me. I stared as she closed the distance and came to stand in front of me. "Why is your face so flushed? And your jeans..."

Horrified, my eyes dropped to my jeans, only to find them undone. God, have mercy. Could this get any more embarrassing?

"Shit!" Isabel exclaimed suddenly, smacking a hand over her face, which was well underway to turn the same shade of scarlet as mine. "I... Fuck. I am so sorry, Levi... I-I didn't think... We... We walked in on you, didn't we?"

Additional to my beet red face, my body started to tingle with scorching hot embarrassment. Of course they would notice, how could they not? I'd just masturbated to the voice of my hot as fuck boyfriend, while I was listening to him doing the same. There wasn't really a way to avoid looking as well done as I felt. If only I could just black out already, that would be great.

"Oh! Uhm no, you didn't! I wasn't doing... This. I mean, I wasn't doing anything. I-I'm fine! Yes! T-Totally fine, don't worry!" I babbled on and on without pause. This was going fantastic. Totally believable.

Isabel had the decency to avert her eyes while I stupidly tried to right my clothes and brush through my mussed hair as inconspicuously as possible. Farlan was watching me with a foreign sparkle in his eye and a small smile on his lips. Guess he was getting a grand time out of my distress, typical best friend behavior. At least he'd shut the door.

Finally, Isabel cleared her throat and shot me a cautious glance. When she saw I was all done making myself look a bit more decent, she sighed and smiled at me, her cheeks still glowing pink. "Well... That was... Okay. Let's just forget about-"

She trailed off and stared at me, wide-eyed, her mouth dropping open in a perfect O. What now? This entire situation was really starting to unnerve me, and I just wanted it to be over.

Suddenly, her hand dropped to my chin and she tilted my face to the side to expose my neck. I bit my lip, not daring to look at her, until she released a loud gasp. "Levi! Oh my god! Is this a hickey?! Or more like, a dozen hickeys in all colors of the rainbow?!"

Perfect. Just great. Now how was I going to get out of this one? While I was racking my brain to find an escape, it dawned on me that there was none. I knew Isabel well enough to be sure she'd not let up on me until I'd spilled why my neck looked as if someone had used it as their own personal popsicle. It was time to come clean.