LEVI

Notes:

So, here it is... I know we've been into a somewhat weekly release lately, but I doubt I'll keep this up for the next chapters. I have written the end of this story already. It's down. Yay! I just need to get there... which will probably take like five more chapters or so. I'll be honest. I kind of have a little down right now... I am really excited for the next chapter because it'll be the Replayer (from Eren's POV), but it is a bitch to write. So, yeah... I'M IN MASSIVE NEED OF ENCOURAGEMENT BECAUSE: FUCK! IT'S A HUGE BITCH TO WRITE DOWN!

Oh, and you've read that right... This Fic is slowly getting to the end! HOLD MY FUCKING HAND SO I DON'T FUCK THIS UP AND DROP THIS OMFG! I'm bad at this not quitting thing ahah... -_-'

This chapter is purely Ereri and is 'kind of' irrevelant to the plot. I just needed my dose of Ereri before we get on the 'Express to the End' Train... So yeah, I am wondering if you guy rather have short chapter for each POV in the future or just different POV in the same chapter? I kind of need to switch POV a lot through the 'Express to the End' Train and was initially thinking of switching chapter each time, but then... It would turns this into TONS of short chapters.. What do you think? I'm actually asking you a question here. It would be cool if you answers so I don't have to slam my head against the wall to find a solution that would suit you and work on the chapters instead... just saying.

"Eren Jaeger!"

The one and only Eren Jaeger. Yeah, the same guy that is currently refusing to leave the bed and hiding under the comforter... and it's been a while now. I understand. I really do, but my patience is really getting thin right now. I want to clean the room, do the laundry and redo the fucking bed. I feel disgusting and I want to take a shower. I want to take it with him. It annoys the living shit out of me! Yet, even after yelling at him and trying to push him out of the bed, he didn't move an inch. His stubbornness didn't surprise me, but his weight when I tried to get him to move out of the bed... or even to just roll out of it... was actually surprising. It's probably the height. I swear, it's the height. The fucking height. Always the height.

This whole thing, it didn't start just now. It started about a week ago when Eren Jaeger went bottom for the first time... and came right away. It started there and I lasted the whole week because, for some reason, Eren Jaeger wouldn't just let me switch positions and get over the fucking problem in the first place. No. Fuck, no. That would be too easy. The little shit had to argue. He used arguments like: I wantyou to make me feel good! He won. He totally won. I couldn't find the strength to say No to that. And, so, I learned that, for some reason, he always got incredibly excited and nervous whenever he knew he was going to bottom in bed... like he could barely keep it together. It's kind of personal, I guess. Eren probably would be upset if I said the problem out loud. Not that it's a problem, but... You know, I like when sex lasts more than five minutes tops. Well... it's more than five minutes if you count all the time we can spend making out, touching, kissing and feeling each other, but definitely a maximum of five minutes inside him... Five minutes TOPS. It's beyond my comprehension, because it's not the most pleasant experience right away to have dick buried in your ass. Yet, without fail, he doesn't last. He always comes. I do it slow... He still comes too soon. I cut short the preliminaries to leave only the necessary stuff... He still comes too soon. Whatever I do. Whatever I try. It doesn't exactly improve the problem of his stupid restless excitement... Not that I am unpleased by the way he reacts to everything, though. It feels like a weird boost to my ego... and at the same time, it's the opposite.

Even just now. Even with him on top of me. I had to put my hands on his hips to force him to hold his position and stop bouncing up and down like a madman. I could tell he was close again. Very close. I knew the signs by now. I noticed the way his voice got high pitched and how he started to whine. He was doing it. He was above me... but he was still bottoming. I made the suggestion to do it this way. To try it this way. I did it because I wanted him to control the pace as he felt it, but I really didn't see him trying to listen to his own body at all...

More like rushing to his orgasm.

I was the one paying attention to all the warnings his body gave because... Fuck. He was really doing it. His head was rolling back and the sounds his pretty mouth was making were heavenly. He wasn't trying really hard... Don't get the wrong idea, it feels amazing anyway... but we had this conversation in the first place because he didn't like it; he said he wanted to try to make it right. He said he wanted me to feel good. He said he wanted me to come when we were doing it. He said he could do it with his usual determined expression and I nodded. Yeah, I love that sight. I really do. I don't like him as a quitter. Don't get the wrong idea again, though; I didn't do this because I'm selfish and just thinking of my own needs. I just want us to have a good time... together, you know. So, my hold got firmer to keep him in place... for real. Welcome back to Earth, Eren Jeager! It was like he was out of a daze for an instant. He looked upset because I had just stopped him from reaching his orgasm, but as reality washed over him... He became red as a tomato. And he did it right after that. He didn't just become erratic for two minutes and, then, come. He actually calmed down and slowed down at times. He managed to get my hips to buck forward. So, yeah, it worked! I felt my legs trembling at one point. I was close. So very close. Yet, he came and it was like his whole body and brain crashed afterward. He made a record, though, and lasted longer than usual.

And now, he is sulking because I came in my fist... again.

It doesn't even bother me that much. I came pretty fast and I just looked at his wasted body on the mattress next to me. Sometimes, I would just get behind him and do it close to his little ass. It was easy to imagine I was actually in him and not in my hand in this position. No, really, it doesn't disappoint me or anything. I mean, I actually expected the opposite. I thought he would be the one to have a hard time coming. I thought I'd have to touch him to make him come... Now, I definitely don't have to touch him.

Let's be honest, though, the best thing about this is the way he reacts when I touch him afterward... when he's super sensitive, he definitely makes the best faces. He always get super tense and he whines. His face gets redder and redder. He looks at me like his life depends on it and he's fucking shaking when I put it in my mouth. Fuck. And sometimes, when I'm being too much of a little shit with his dick, I manage to get him to laugh while he's telling me to stop and, at the same time, he moans because I run my hand down his length... His knees jerk up. His head jerks back. When we kiss, he smiles. It's perfect.

Yeah, I really don't care.

"Eren... Shower. Now."

I hear him groan from his spot under the comforter in response, but he doesn't move... well, not until I throw the comforter to the side. Fuck this. I need to do the laundry and I'll have to do the bed anyway. Just get out of the bed and join me in the shower, damn it. I want to take it with you. I don't know what's wrong with me lately because it isn't like me at all, but I'm a fucking cuddler now. Not just after sex too. I'm a fucking cuddler in general now... Yeah I know, What the Fuck!? I don't need us to do everything together, but sometimes I feel like we can use it. Right now is definitely a good time for it... Totally. He needs it. He needs it to stop thinking he's bad at sex or something. He needs it to see that I'm still there... that it doesn't matter. To boost his self-confidence a little.

Out of the comforter and coming in contact with the cold air of the room, he automatically jerks into a foetus position with a loud shout. ''Damn it!''

More like: Damn you for being so silly!

''Hurry up or I'm going without you...''

''No. Wait! I'm not over it, yet!''

''There's nothing for you to get over, brat. Come on.'' It's not like I'm in it for the sex, brat.

''What's the hurry, anyway!?''

''I need to get ready soon... I want to clean this shithole before I leave, so get moving.'' I lean against the doorframe and I look at him... at his stupid little face when he switches positions to look at me with curiosity shining in his eyes. Oh. Yeah. He's slowly processing the information that I am leaving somewhere without him and without telling him where... yet. Not that I intended to turn this into a secret, but I might. Now, I might. If this is going to get him out of the bed. I sure as fuck am using this! So, yeah, I take the most nonchalant pose I can manage with my arms crossed on my chest and my hips forward a bit as my back is against the door and I say: ''I don't want to make them wait for me, so...''

That totally does it. He gets into a sitting position in an instant. No, he sits and then leans forward... more forward... until he's on all fours on the edge of the bed looking at me with wide open eyes suddenly. He asks : ''Wha-Who... I mean, why do we need to clean if you're going out with someone... It's not like they're coming here.''

Ooh... I didn't even think about that. It's even better. I thought he'd stop at 'Who' like... 'Who are you meeting? Is it Erwin Smith? Because I'm totally going!' It seems, Eren doesn't like Erwin Smith a lot. He saw him once on Skype when I tried to talk to Mike like two days ago. He got obstinate and didn't want Erwin Smith to see him suddenly. I saw him play around on his phone out of the corner of my eye and he received a message text like five seconds after... from who I assumed he just texted. After that, he seemed to eye this whole conversation with Erwin a lot differently and I didn't really get all the hate, but... I'm pretty sure I can thank Mikasa for that. Pretty damn sure. And now, well... I enjoy teasing his possessive side a bit.

''Depending on how it goes... we might not be able to do stuff like showering together again for a while.''

I really need to fight the urge to smile when I see him get all worried and drag me into the bathroom in a flash to undress the both of us in a hurry... Yeah. He suddenly turns into a fucking tornado and does more than I fucking asked him to. He doesn't let me clean myself in peace and keeps touching me until I come... again. He didn't leave my neck alone one second and I know it'll leave marks. Don't worry. I returned the favor by getting on my knees and judging by the way he gripped my hair, I assume he liked it a lot. Then, the tornado did the laundry, the vacuum and helped me get ready... more like distracted me a lot while I was getting ready. I had to redo the button of my shirt like 3 times because he kept undoing them. I had to put my shirt back into my pants like 10 times before I gave up and just let it go. He kept pulling it out to put his hand underneath (or at least try to...) He asked me millions of questions about what I was going to do... with who? To which I responded in the most evasive way possible. He knew I was being a bitch to him, but he is always a little bit to me too anyway. He played with my watch asking me where I got it... I had to admit it was a gift from Petra years ago for our wedding anniversary and I still really liked it. It was weird how he didn't seem to consider Petra much of a threat... well, less than Erwin, but that was probably because Erwin was a very handsome man after all. He simply smiled and said Petra had good taste... which is true. He also played with the Rainbow Loom bracelet on my wrist and he didn't need to ask about this one... we both knew that was Mikasa's gift and it didn't matter if it was too colorful for my taste because it was from my little baby.

Let me tell you one thing though, when we meet again by the door as I put on my coat... Me, to go out with my little girl without letting Eren know,him, to go to work, his fucking gayness nearly blinds me when I see him run to the door to put a fucking PINKhat on his mess of hair. Pink, seriously now? Light pink, but still! And it matches the fucking scarf he wraps around his neck. I guess I didn't notice when I first brought him in the apartment or whenever he left it to go home or to work. So, yeah, it slipped my lips and I said :

''Do you really have to be so fucking gay, Jaeger?''

He looks up after dropping his galaxy pink-ish backpack to the floor and starting to put on some kind of... well, boots that look like what Mikasa is wearing on her feet at home to keep them warm. This shit doesn't look like it can keep the water away for very long and his coat can barely be called a coat... He doesn't put a hoodie underneath it for nothing. He looks up and he looks at me like... like I just called him an alien or something. ''What?''

I'll argue about his clothes and his health later.

''I said... Do you really have to be so fucking gay?''

''Hum... if you didn't already know... I am gay.''

''What's up with all the pink? I am gay too, but do you see me wearing pink? It makes me want to puke!''

''It looks good on me with my skin and all...'' He stands up after tucking his jeans into his boots and his stupid phone and phone case in his pocket... I'm glad this thing is out of my sight. Ok. OK! Maybe the light peach pink does look good with your caramel skin. Maybe it looks good with your brown hair peaking out of the hat and your green eyes looking at me. It's true. Ok. It's true, but it's still... a horrible choice of color. It doesn't matter if you look cute as fuck with it. It's still shit!... because it's pink.

''I think it makes you want to kiss me!'' He responds with a smile at the corner of his lips... and maybe it's true, but I keep a straight face because... Urgh! That color. I answer with: ''It makes me want you... to buy milk when you come back home. That'll be all. See you later. Lock the door.''

And I leave... but you shout for me to wait and I do give you a little peck on the lips before we part ways in the parking lot.

I also wrap your scarf tighter around your neck because it wasn't covering and protecting anything from the cold... and I just felt like touching you for an instant so I let our noses brush and the smile it brought to your lips made my embarrassment go to hell.

-X-

It's nothing really, it's just St-Hubert, but my baby girl looks like she's having a good time and it's perfect like that. It is. Her pink scarf reminds me of Eren because it's Pink and I know we need to talk about Eren. It's just reminding me that I can't avoid the subject... because Eren will be home tonight. For the first time, it might be the three of us in my small apartment. Maybe. I'm ready for a 'No' and I'm ready to bring her back to Petra's place. Petra knows it. We talked about it this week... and, aside from asking way too many things about Eren, she agreed with everything. She's on my side. She is.

But, I'm not talking about Eren... yet.

Mikasa talks about School... about her new teachers and her new classmates. She says she made friends with a girl called Krista and her girlfriend; Ymir. I almost choke on my water when I hear that... because, Fuck! I was so far from even CONSIDERING being gay when I was that age... not in a thousand years. She laughs at my reaction. It's like she knows what I'm thinking because she mentions Eren. She mentions how old he is... and that it isn't much older. Yet, he knows. Yeah, well, it's different. To me, it is. These few years, they make all the difference... Right? Right!

Mikasa orders a wrap, because that's what she always eats, with an Iced Tea, while I take the simple chicken breast... with nothing to drink. Water is fine with me.

Soon enough, I find myself unable to avoid talking about Eren, because she keeps returning to him one way or another... It starts innocently and I don't really think much of it. For an instant, I almost forget that she talks to Eren... well, until she asks in a straight-forward manner that definitely comes from my side of the family:

''Are you going out with Eren, now?''

If I was choking on my glass of water earlier... now, I'm fucking drowning myself.

''What the hell... Where did that come from?''

''Well,... Are you?''

Pause. Am I? Are we? We didn't really talk about that did we? And yet, I was ready to have the talk with Mikasa tonight... as in; right now. ''I guess, yeah.''

''I'm sorry... then.''

''For what?''

''I told him about Erwin... He asked me what your relation was and I said you were banging.''

''Oh hey! Watch your fucking language, Kasa!'' Is this what they learn in Secondary School these days? Fuck, that's so vulgar... I want to keep my daughter as innocent as possible, damn it!

''Look who's talking.''

I guess she makes a point.

Our meals arrive and I kind of mumble something like: ''It's fine,'' over our food, because it is. I know she told him already. I was right when I thought he asked her... I expected this, so I don't really care. I'd definitely like if they could stop talking about my life though. I can handle Eren's questions on my own for fuck's sake.

''So... Can I still come home or am I going to find him with his pants around his ankles or something?''

''Oh my fucking god... Can you stop with the vulgarity already!'' Pause... Silence. Right, this happened before, uh? ''It won't happen again... I promise.''

She smiles. It's a little playful smile and I know she's kidding... well, half-kidding and half-serious, because this really won't happen again. I'll make sure of it! I'll totally make sure Eren is careful too. Although Eren and careful probably don't match, I'll try.

There's a pause in the flow as we eat and I'm trying to find a good way to ask the real question out loud... not in a joking way. In a serious way, because I really am serious. It seems like my whole meal isn't enough to find the right words and I find myself puking the question out and trying to make it sounds as 'normal' as possible.

''Hey, Listen...'' I start and her grey eyes meet mine halfway. Maybe she doesn't care. Maybe she doesn't mind. Maybe she already knows. One way or another, it's important to say it out loud, right? If I was alone without a daughter, I wouldn't care. I'd just do whatever, because I wouldn't have responsibility toward her. This isn't just MY house. It's HER house as well. So, I swallow to gain time before I finally say it. ''I understand if it bothers you... and I'll send him home, but Eren is spending a lot of time at home and he sleeps there a lot. He's not living there, but you know... He's there a lot and I just want to make sure you're good with this.''

Oh god. I fucking did it. I don't even know why it was so hard to say in the end. She's just there and she shakes her head. She doesn't even look like she cares... at all.

''I thought it was already clear that it didn't bother me... It's all good, really.''

And I feel like a weight is suddenly off my shoulders as stupid as it sounds, because... Yeah, Eren is younger than me, but he's turning eighteen in a few months and it just happened, I guess. Regardless of how old he is.

And my daughter doesn't mind his presence in the apartment.

-X-

Around eight, the time of his break, Eren sends me a single text message...

Eren Fucking Jaeger : LIAR! You didn't even meet Erwin!

Me : I never said I was meeting Erwin you dumb fuck.

I don't tell him about the news or anything. I'm not the type to text a lot anyway... we'll see each other in a few hours anyway. Around midnight, probably, because he finishes his shift at eleven.

-X-

I don't even hear Eren Jaeger come home... I only notice he's back when I hear the bed cringe under his weight and feel cold hands in my hair. I think I also notice a kiss to my temple, but when I open my eyes he's already back on his feet. I notice his silly uniform and I smile a little, because he looks weird in these clothes. Yet, I realized earlier this week that I had a thing for it... more like, I had a thing for him in his blue shirt from the IGA with his little nametag on his chest. I enjoyed myself a lot with it and it made sucking his dick a lot more enjoyable for some reason... Don't ask me why. I don't want to think about it. I just grab his wrist before he gets too far and I see him turn my way in the dark. I barely see him, but I know he leans forward to kiss me fully. He tastes like cherry, probably gum. I hate this flavor and I fail to understand why he likes it, but I don't mind that much when it's on his tongue like that... I really don't.

He pushes himself up on top of me and he stares down at me... it's dark and I'm not sure he can see my face. If he can see it the way I see his, then he can probably guess the smile floating on my lips. I need to get you off in this uniform right now, oh god. Why did I bring Mikasa home?

''Do you like me with a shirt or something?'' he asks playfully and I can feel the smile on his lips.

I breathe a ''Yeah'' somewhere in his mouth and I feel the smile getting wider against my lips. ''...I think I do.''

And I tease the front of his pants. I play with the hem and pull the shirt out of it to touch his skin, to move up the trail of dark hair until I reach his navel... before shoving him away and telling him it's not possible right now. Let me think I'm can live without your dick while Mikasa is in my house for at least for a day, please!

-X-

I'm at that point where I'm still conscious, but very close to falling into sleep, when he comes back and shakes me awake. I groan. I flip on my back and see a face surrounded by a mop of messy hair... This is totally Eren. I don't even need to see him. I just know from his shape and the position of his hands on me touching me fully; one on my shoulder and the second resting on my waist. I can't see his expression, but I know from his voice... He's freaking out.

"Shit, Shit, Shit! Levi! Mikasa is here!"

Oh... Right. Fuck, I didn't mention it in the end.

"I just... I thought you had left the light on in her room by accident or something...

"Oh my god, Eren..." I start slowly and quietly. My voice is hoarse. I was totally off to sleep before this. It's my mistake though. I totally forgot this would happen.

"Don't worry, she didn't see me! Well, I think... but Levi! What are we gonna do!? I can't go back home at this time."

I try to grasp what he's wearing in the dark. I think I see a t-shirt, but I'm not sure. I'm too lazy to extend my hand and touch to be sure. I don't see any pants. The leg that is on the edge of the bed seems to be bare, but... Sleeping naked isn't something I've seen him do... yet. I'm guessing he's wearing boxers or something. Probably. Most likely. Then... even if she saw him, she didn't see his naked ass.

"It's fine." I groan. I roll on the other side to lightly tap the mattress next to me... and I must be out of my fucking mind because I add: "Come here... I want to sleep against your chest."

He's probably thinking I'm out of my mind too, because I don't usually ask. I usually just move closer until he gets the damn message, but he doesn't question it. I feel the weight leave my side of the mattress. I hear the door closing slowly, carefully. Then, the weight is back followed by the familiar heat. He smells like his Old Spice body wash and his hair is still a bit wet from his shower. I didn't even notice he went to a shower since he came back from work. I might have been asleep, after all... but it doesn't matter. He gets closer until he can put his chin on top of my head and his arm around me... and, even though I know this position won't last, it feels better to sleep with him rather than sleep alone.