In order to be a latecomer, the person slipping through the door just now would have to be scheduled to arrive. So it can be concluded that the shadow moving around the room was not in fact a latecomer, but an intruder.
"What are you doing?"
The intruder froze and turned, their face blank of any emotion despite being caught sneaking into a lecture. Eren sat up with a jolt as he recognised Levi, but what on earth was he doing here?
"I left my wallet in this theatre, I came urgently to collect it as soon as I realised." If he was nervous, neither Levi's face nor voice gave it away. His monotonous voice was tinged slightly with sarcasm, but it also induced sexual tension regardless of what he said.
Professor Dok reacted rather understandingly, and allowed Levi to search for his wallet whilst continuing the lecture. After a few minutes of silent scrambling around in the very back of the lecture, Levi slowly travelled down the rows of chairs until arriving at the one Eren was sitting in.
Muttering insincere apologies as he slid through the mostly full row of chairs before arriving at the one Jean was in, three seats away from Eren. Levi nodded at Jean, indicating that he was about to check around him for his 'missing wallet.'
With a quick glance at Eren, he knelt and whilst groping under the chair in hopes of finding it, his face was 'accidentally' placed immediately between Jean's knees. With a groan, Levi stretched further under the chair, clawing for nothing, and his face as a result was thrust further between Jean's legs, his cheek grazing the boy's sunkissed thigh.
Jean tensed and gasped as Levi turned his face directly into his crotch. Levi stood and shrugged, indicating that his search had yielded no results, and in his peripherals he saw Eren gaping wide eyed and slackened jaw. Jean glanced at Jean and saw the rosy flush spreading over his cheeks and his ears flaming red.
"One last check," Levi breathed directly into Eren's ear, pressing his chest into shoulder to do so.
Eren visibly tensed, obviously preparing for the same thing he had seen happen to Jean, the flush already glowing on his cheek.
Crouching and planting his hand firmly on Eren's knee, he slyly reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet before pretending to search briefly beneath the chair.
He stood and stared unwaveringly above Eren's head, refusing to acknowledge him or make eye contact. Promptly snapping himself into correct posture and sliding out of the door through which he entered, Levi was gone in much the same manner he had arrived. All eyes on him and some of the student's breathing heavily, crossing their legs and readjusting pants.
Eren moved to pull his shirt down until he saw Jean doing the same out of the corner of his eye. He cast Jean a shit eating grin and raised his eyebrows suggestively – Jean was visibly fuming.
Actively attempting to force thoughts of rippling black hair and steeled grey eyes from his focus and pay attention to the lecture, Eren hastily wrote everything Dok was saying in an effort to stay on track.
He failed.
Miserably.
Thoughts of Levi kept running through his mind, thoughts of pearly perfectly aligned teeth, thoughts of creamy cheeks with a barely visible pink splotch pressed so close to his face, thoughts of long and capable fingers clamping his kneecap, thoughts of a mocking, monotonous baritone voice in his ear.
The list dragged on, and as did the lecture. Eren didn't notice that as much though. When they were finally dismissed, he collected his books and singular pen before rushing into the afternoon sun and continuing to his dorm on the other side of campus.
After a brief check for his roommate, Reiner, Eren tossed his bag onto the unmade green duvet before snapping open his laptop and pulling up Facebook. Ignoring his two unread messages, he directed his attention to the search bar and hesitantly typed 'Levi' before hitting enter. There was a moment of white loading screen, and Eren's heart paused for the duration of its two second presence.
Scrolling through the first two pages of results, despair filed into Eren's mind and, in resignation, he typed up half-hearted replies to his messages from Mikasa and Ymir. A sudden bout of exhaustion rolled over him and in turn, Eren rolled over and took a nap.
A five hour nap.
He was woken by Reiner bursting through the door with Bertholdt in tow, before Eren could so much as raise his head, the door was slammed shut again, with Reiner being pushed against it by Bertl. Eren paused for a moment as he gaped at Reiner's travelling hands and small hip rolls against his towering boyfriend.
"Oh hey guys, no its cool don't let me interrupt," Eren grumbled sleepily and sarcastically.
With a surprised yelp, Bertholdt broke away from Reiner in lightning speed, shyly covering his mouth, sweat already beading on his forehead.
"Sorry man, figured you'd be out 'coz it's a Friday night n all." Reiner shrugged apologetically and had his hand on the doorknob, probably about to go to Bertl's room.
"You guys stay, I'll just shower and be gone I promise. Think you guys can keep your hands off of each other for those five minutes?" He chuckled but it was a nervous and lacklustre one, because he knew that no, they could not keep their hands off of each other for those five minutes.
Upon returning to the room, he rapped lightly on the door before entering and seeing a flushed Bertoldt sitting almost atop Reiner. He winked at his roommate before pulling on an outfit from the miniscule pile of clean clothes on his cheap plastic drawers. Putting clothes away was so much more hassle than having them conveniently on top.
Tousling his hair briefly in the mirror below Reiner's calendar, Eren wished them a fantastic night and walked back through the campus to the bus stop. The fare to the city centre ending up costing him $2.30 more than usual due to the fact that he forgot his student card.
There were only a few clubs that allowed people under 21 in on this side of the city, but the ones that did were often cheap and populated with people his age, most of them fellow Trost University students on a Friday like tonight.
He leisurely made his way to the closest one – the most popular one – dragging on a cigarette as he joined the moderately sized queue. After stamping the butt beneath his Converse, he pulled out wallet and retrieved his ID and the admission money.
A/N: This story is now available on AO3 under the same name, and written by rneatpie. Thank you for reading!