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It pissed him off to no end, but Levi honestly believed he would never forget that face.
The kind, yet antagonizing smile, circular spectacles that absolutely no one in this current generation wears, blond hair neatly parted in the middle — which was somehow able to maintain its perfect waves even under his helmet — and of course the height and broad chest of a twenty-five year old man, in spite of the fact this boy had to be something like fourteen.
Levi remembered the game like it was yesterday. He was the only freshman in his secondary school’s varsity baseball team, and interestingly, so was the other boy. If he wasn’t mistaken, Levi remembered the exact date as well, because that was the date he could confidently say he began hating Zeke Jaeger.
Zeke was the star player of the Warriors, a particularly talented student renowned for his pitch in the secondary school baseball world. So, not that big of a deal, but hearing people refer to him as the ‘golden boy’ of baseball really rubbed Levi the wrong way. That probably had something to do with Levi’s unrecognized talent — for example, Levi’s team won the game ultimately, yet Zeke got the recognition for putting up such a fierce fight. That and he was so charismatic, everyone fell in love with him at first sight. Levi hated try-hards like that, especially when those kinds of people weren’t trying hard at all.
Levi had a lot of self confidence, he knew he was the best, so he didn’t need to go to the lengths that Zeke did to retain his ‘golden boy’ title. That’s all.
Done? No, Levi was just getting started. Levi didn’t think he’d ever be able to look at blond people the same way after that one fucking game. Despite being on the losing team, Zeke had been such a cocky asshole, doing his best to throw Levi off throughout the whole event. The snide comments about Levi’s height, lack of refined skill — telling people that the only reason he won was a result of him simply being a brute — amongst other things, the words did get to him.
To make matters worse, at the end of the game, Levi really didn't want to dwell on it, but he found himself unable to ignore the fact that Zeke very clearly belonged to a loving family. Levi watched from his team’s dugout as a little chocolate haired boy ran into the tall blond bastard’s arms, squealing in glee as Zeke held him in his arms and spun him around. Levi also watched as, who he had to assume was his father, congratulated his son for his hard work.
Sure, Levi was bitter. And yeah, even though his team won and he was ultimately superior, Levi didn’t have anywhere near that kind of support. His little punk cousin wouldn’t show up to one of his games even if someone put a gun to her head, his uncle hardly ever was in their city, and his mother worked full-time, and often on weekends.
He was used to it. Being alone.
And it was particularly painful when it occurred to him: he was jealous.
It’s not like Levi thought about Zeke often. Nearly four years had passed since that day; Levi was now in his final year of secondary school. His goal was to run out the clock until he transitioned into university in the fall, when he’d have even bigger problems to worry about than an obnoxious rivalry.
The last thing he’d expected this late in the school year was for Zeke Jaeger to transfer into his exact class, much less the fact that Zeke now apparently had a little sister, and a fucking cute one at that.
Looking between them, the two Jaeger siblings clearly had different mothers — there were a number of physical differences Levi could point out, not that he stared at them, examining them as they passed in the halls, definitely not — but they had this very same essence about them. Wholesome. Confidence. Attractiveness. Try-hards. Levi could see right through it.
Levi had spent virtually zero time with either of them, but he had to figure that if Zeke was as obnoxious as he was, his little sister couldn’t be any better. Levi wouldn’t exactly call what he had against the blond dick a ‘vendetta’, but… No, yeah, he did. And by the looks of it, Zeke felt similarly based on the way he would glare with a smirk right back at him in the hallways. It was understandable why Levi felt like absolutely nothing else would make him feel better than knowing Zeke was suffering, right?
It occurred to him one afternoon in economics class, while Levi was glaring at the back of Zeke’s annoyingly fluffy blond head, to consider things differently. An idea came to mind. Levi wondered how Zeke would feel if he looked into that little sister of his.
It’s not like it was hard to do research on her. Plus, like he said, she was actually really fucking cute, so it was for better or worse an opportunity to strike up a conversation with her. Levi was well aware his social skills were lacking, but with the right amount of confidence, no one ever had to know.
Finding her social accounts, who she hung out with outside of classes, and what clubs she took part in were simple tasks. In addition to that, Levi was pretty much able to determine that his ‘sneaking suspicion’ might be correct, based on the fact that he couldn’t find any information on her prior to six months ago. And with that, Levi had his M.O.
He knew he might put himself at risk of being late for baseball practice, but no better opportunity could present itself this week. Levi knew exactly which club Eren would be leaving on late Wednesday afternoons, so all he had to do was wait.
Would toying with Zeke’s little sister make him feel better about his hatred for the blond bastard? Levi wasn’t sure yet. But it was worth a shot.
“Bye, Pieck!” Eren’s melodious voice cried from down the hall. He couldn’t see her, but based on the memory of her pretty social media pictures, Levi could only imagine she was waving in some cute way. As much as Levi secretly wanted to, he couldn’t actively watch her; he was standing around the corner at the top of the stairwell. Waiting.
After a few moments, Levi listened carefully to the footsteps of Eren’s loafers, counting them as she came closer and closer… He wore a neutral expression, then decided now was as good as any time to come around the corner himself, only to smack directly into the gorgeous brunette, spooking her enough to make her cry out when they collided.
Eren was the first one to say something after the fact, which Levi expected. “Oh! I’m so sorry—”
What he didn’t expect was for Eren to smell so fucking good. He wasn’t a freak, he didn’t know anything about women’s perfume, but whatever it was that she was wearing had him entranced for a moment. That, and he couldn’t help but take a millisecond to think about how her surprised face would look even cuter if she were on her knees in front of him.
Her voice slapped Levi out of his lewd thoughts. “I—I didn’t hear anyone coming around the corner. Are you okay?”
Okay, Eren had admittedly clashed into Levi a little harder than he had expected, but that wasn’t the real reason why he felt his breath get stuck in his throat after the fact. He met eyes with her huge seafoam green ones, and by the looks of it, Eren was just as caught off guard as Levi was. His gaze unconsciously dropped to her plump parted lips.
Fuck, she’s really hot.
“Ow,” he clicked his tongue in annoyance, “you have a really hard head,” Levi couldn’t help but remark. It wasn’t the most genius thing to say to a girl, but at least it provided an easy transition into, “Hey, aren’t you Zeke’s little sister?”
Recognition apparently embarrassed Eren, because she flushed a pretty pink colour and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Yeah,” she answered, suddenly seeming shy, “do you know him?”
“Yeah,” Levi breathed in reply, unintentionally mirroring Eren. Fuck, he needed to get it together. He had only seconds to continue this conversation the way he wanted it to go before it got awkward and Eren escaped. Levi opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a second, he was stuck looking at what had to be the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. In some sick way, that encouraged him to proceed, finally, with, “That’s kind of funny…” okay, this was going to be good, “because I thought Zeke only had a little brother.”
Eren’s eyes on the floor suddenly went incredibly wide and her body noticeably stiffened. Levi wanted to openly smirk, laugh even, but he held it together.
“Wh—what?” the timid brunet asked. “What do you mean?” Her response was completely caught off guard, exactly what Levi had expected — his hunch and couple hours (embarrassingly) worth of research had paid off.
He proceeded casually, tilting his head to attempt to get Eren’s attention back on his face so that he could watch her better. “I didn’t know he had a sister. So there’s three of you?”
Okay, he couldn’t help his smirk by now. The last thing he wanted was Eren thinking that he was just an oblivious idiot. No, he wanted her to know that he knew what was going on, and that he was intentionally fucking with her. Levi knew, and that had to be devastating to her.
“I… I’m his sister, we have no other brother,” Eren was very clearly lying. She couldn’t meet eyes with him for one thing, but when Levi thought about it, she was actually technically telling the truth — that they had no other brother. Levi could give her that.
But instead he hummed. “Really?” Levi was so amused, feeling like a predator successfully cornering his prey. “So… if I were to do this,” he took a step forward, reaching his arm out to delicately touch the edge of Eren’s pleated uniform skirt.
It occurred to him that he was so busy looking at her face that he hadn’t even noticed how good she looked in their school uniform. The red plaid of her skirt really brought out the green in her eyes, and not to mention did an excellent job showing off her long, pretty legs underneath. Levi wanted to run his hands up and down the length of her tanned, hairless shins, squeeze her soft fleshy thighs, put his face in between them and take a big inhale of Eren.
Fuck. He was incredibly off track. Levi glanced up to gauge her reaction, only to see her face had grown as red as a cherry, and her expression quickly morphing into one of total fear. Eren took a shallow step back only to immediately realize it lifted her skirt even further into the air, which provided the exact effect the older boy had intended.
Eren had to at least get the inkling of the idea by now that Levi was not fucking around.
He sounded positively demented when he said next, “I wouldn’t find anything that you might want to hide from me, right?”
Eren made a small sound of embarrassment, then reached forward to grab Levi’s wrist. Her hand was soft and lacked the strength that Levi possessed, so he wasn’t particularly worried. “Don’t touch me, pervert!”
Levi had the gall to gasp, but it came off as more of a mean taunt. “I’m the pervert?” He didn’t lean into the act as dramatically as he could, but he was definitely receiving the desired effect. Eren was looking him in the eye now, and she looked pissed. Well, as pissed as a small, cornered prey could look. It was addicting. “I’m not the one dressing in girl’s clothing, am I?”
That was clearly an overstepping of boundaries. Well, this whole thing was a gross stampede of boundaries, actually, but that question really hit home. Levi watched as tears pricked the corners of Eren’s big green eyes, and he actually had the capability to feel bad for a moment. Eren had a big secret, which more than likely had a role in her and her brother’s transfer into this new school, and Levi was directly threatening that now.
But why was he getting turned on by how angry and terrified she looked in that moment? She looked like she wanted to kill Levi. Yet… this was only becoming more fun to Levi, so he proceeded. He’d never gone out of his way to bully someone before, and he probably shouldn’t ever again, because Levi was sincerely enjoying it.
“You have two seconds to tell me the truth before I look under your skirt,” he warned. Eren squeezed her hand tighter around his wrist, using her other hand to grab onto his forearm. She had to have noticed that he was made of pure muscle, because her expression faltered for a moment — a look of surprise took over but was gone in a moment. Levi hoped she liked what she was touching, which went straight to his head when it really shouldn’t’ve. “You’re not very strong,” he teased. It was true, Eren’s hold really meant nothing to him, a fact stirred him up even further.
“Please! Stop,” Eren tried to make her voice sound firm but it was pretty futile. She looked like she was seconds away from big fat angry tears escaping her eyes and sliding down her face. If he made her cry now, what would be the fun in that?
“Tch, don’t cry,” Levi muttered, letting go of Eren’s skirt. He noticed that she held onto his wrist and forearm for a couple extra moments, but he chalked it up to nerves. It was only when Levi took a step back, removing himself from her personal space, that she let go and took a step back of her own, looking clearly ashamed of herself. Whether it was from her emotional reaction or holding onto him, Levi wasn’t sure.
“I’m—I’m not going to,” Eren insisted in a pleading tone. It was adorable.
Levi’s eyes trailed down from Eren’s sad expression to her flat chest — another dead giveaway — when they were attracted to a white sticker placed on her sweater by her collarbone.
Eren J.
Levi wondered why she was wearing a nametag, then realized it must have been from the club she had been attending prior. Levi felt embarrassed that his heart weirdly skipped a beat when he realized that he really liked her handwriting. Then an idea came to mind, surprising him, because honestly, he hadn’t thought he would get this far.
Don’t ask him why he had a pen in his pocket, but he did, so he pulled it out, uncapped it, and took a step forward into Eren’s personal space again. She instinctively took a step back, but paused when she noticed Levi lean in a bit, raising his hand to write on the nametag. Eren stiffened and seemed to hold her breath, most likely in surprise as a result of Levi being so close to her once again.
“You can prove it to me later,” Levi spoke in a low tone, meant only for Eren’s ears. He finished writing and stepped back, capping the pen as he watched Eren’s embarrassed expression. “And if you try to hide anything from me, I’ll find out. I’m not an idiot, Eren.”
Levi wasn’t joking — he was one of the school’s top ten students, boasting an astronomically high GPA. While he might be somewhat socially inept, he could unquestionably read people, and something told him that he would be getting a text from her tonight. He was almost certain of it.
He watched as Eren tore the name tag from her sweater to stare down at it for a moment before turning impossibly red. Levi couldn’t help but smirk at how cute it was.
Eren scoffed, trying to play it off, then crumpled the paper sticker up in her hand and held it there before turning to glare at Levi. “In your dreams,” she replied haughtily. Levi felt as though his smirk was permanently etched into his face.
His eyes tracked Eren as she stepped aside haughtily — his body turning to continue watching her run down the stairs — and noticeably opted not to throw the sticker away in the trash bin located in the stairwell.
Eren was humiliated. Just, fucking humiliated.
His face felt like it was on fire as he quickly descended the stairs, pressing his palms to his skirt so that it didn’t lift from the rush of air.
He had to take a moment to remind himself that their move hadn’t been strictly because Eren wanted to assume his new identity — his father did get a new research role at the nearby university — however, it sure as fuck helped. So, wow. Eren had made it — what, three days? Not even a full school week before someone found out about his secret.
And it just so happened to be the hottest guy Eren had ever fucking laid his eyes on.
He’d been teased before for being effeminate, for growing his hair out, and spending time typically only with girls, but no one had ever treated him like this before. Eren was not only enraged at Levi for being such a complete asshole and deriving some kind of demented pleasure from threatening Eren, but also disgusted at himself for enjoying it.
Although small, there was definitely a conflicted tent in his panties and he didn’t have a fucking clue what to do about it. Eren was swallowing back his tears, crossing his arms over his chest to comfort himself, and mainly looking down as he cleared the stairs and walked down the hall, nearly missing his own brother calling out to him.
“Eren?”
Of course Zeke already had a horde of friends, Eren thought sadly, looking around at the tall, handsome boys around his brother. He came to a stop near his brother, then blushed when he realized all eyes were suddenly on him. He had the humility to be disgusted with himself when he remembered that he was essentially lying to them, but he couldn’t deny how much he appreciated the attention. Still. These boys were looking at and wanting the girl Eren, not the true Eren, who was a boy.
“What’s wrong?” Zeke asked with a frown.
Shit. Did he still look like he was upset? Eren shook his head, bringing a smile to his lips to hide the discomfort. “Nothing! I—”
Eren paused, watching his brother’s eyes and attention leave him to focus instead on something — or somebody — down the hall. Eren hesitated, and then, like the other couple of boys near Zeke, turned to see him approaching from the exact same direction as where Eren had come from.
His older brother looked snide then — a look Eren hadn’t really seen him wear before — which immediately made him wonder if he had beef with Levi as well. The hall was silent; Eren could hear his heart pounding in his ears as the older boy approached their group. He felt Levi’s eyes directed onto him as plain as day, which the others had to have noticed as well.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” Levi asked their group in a cold tone. Zeke said nothing in return, just proceeded to stare at the black haired boy. Levi didn’t come to a stop, just continued walking past their group, as if he were completely innocent. Eren wasn’t sure how, but when he looked over at his brother, he was pretty sure that Zeke could deduce that at least something happened between the two of them.
“Did he bother you, Eren?” he asked, turning to his younger sibling. Eren flushed, because he didn’t say it quietly — Levi was certainly still within earshot.
“No!” Eren cried, a little too energetically. Shit. He was still peeved, though, so he turned to watch the older boy walk further down the hall. Levi could still hear them talking, so he continued in an icy tone, “I don’t even know who that was.”
Zeke looked like he didn’t entirely believe him, but knew not to dig into it in front of others. Instead, he smirked, as if encouraged by Eren’s spiteful reply. “Good,” he paused, “that guy’s trouble.” Eren knew he could trust his older brother to have a good head on his shoulders. “I would walk you home, but I have practice,” Zeke offered, watching with a frown as Eren shook his head.
“Don’t worry!” He put on a smile again. “I don’t mind going home on my own! I’ll see you later!”
Eren realized he would have to take a longer route to avoid being in Levi’s vicinity, but at least he'd be going home where he would finally be safe. He waved to his brother and shot a smile at the other boys who waved back as he said his goodbyes.
No one was home when Eren arrived, which was expected. His dad worked long research hours, and Zeke was a popular athlete. Eren completed his typical nightly routine of getting started on homework, taking a hot shower to ease the tension from the day, then getting into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. His father’s portion was placed into an airtight glass dish then refrigerated, whereas his and Zeke’s serving were put on dishes at the table. Eren ate quickly, knowing Zeke would be back soon; he wanted to lock himself in his room so that he didn’t have to go through the barrage of questions his brother likely had as a result of being weird around Levi earlier.
Sure enough, just a couple minutes after he got into his room, Eren heard Zeke get back and move throughout their new house. Eren tried to stay quiet and not draw attention to himself, but Zeke obviously knew exactly where to go to find him.
Two knocks came at the door, for some reason startling Eren even though he knew they were coming, making him turn in his desk chair.
“Yeah?”
Zeke opened the door and poked his head in. “Eren?” he asked for some reason — it was his brother’s bedroom after all. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah?” Eren didn’t mean to repeat himself. “Why do you ask?” Of course he knew, but he felt playing dumb might work in his favor.
Zeke was quiet for a couple moments, wearing a contemplative expression. “Did something happen earlier?” Fuck, here it comes. “With Levi Ackermann?”
“No!” Eren lied for the second time that day, making him swallow his guilt. He always felt a little sick when he lied to anyone, but much more when it was to his own brother. He couldn’t help his curiosity, though. “Why?”
Zeke moved to stand more comfortably in the doorway, giving Eren an opportunity to take in his full figure. He was still dressed in his baseball practice clothes, looking a little sweaty and even more tired. “I didn't like the way he looked at you earlier.”
Okay, why did hearing Zeke noticing that Levi was staring at him earlier make his heart flutter? Fuck, this wasn’t good. Eren was not interested in him.
“You would tell me if he did something to you, right?” his older brother asked, which only served to make Eren feel even more embarrassed. What, like if Levi bullied him again? Tried to lift up his skirt in the open hallway? Eren didn’t think so. He needed to change the subject.
“Why does it feel like you guys are both… archenemies or something?” Eren asked, yet cursed his nosiness. He had successfully diverted attention from himself, but then again, he was supposed to not care about anything pertaining to Levi Ackermann.
Zeke merely blinked at his question. “What makes you think I… he sees me as an archenemy?”
Shit. “Uhm,” Eren stumbled, “I don’t know, it just seemed like it in the hallway,” good save, “he was glaring at you. And you were glaring at him?”
It worked, though Eren couldn’t openly breathe a sigh of relief. “Yeah, he’s a dick,” Zeke mused. “He thinks he’s better than everyone else.”
Oh, that was kind of rich. “Don’t you think you’re better than everyone else?” Eren teased, a small smile forming on his lips. Zeke laughed.
“Yeah, but that’s true,” Zeke teased back, causing Eren to snicker. “I don’t think that, I know it.” His big brother was kind of his hero, so Eren let him have that. Zeke turned like he was going to leave, but paused to thank Eren for dinner. Eren waved it off because it really wasn’t that big of a deal, and then went back to working on his research paper. Unfortunately, though, his mind was kind of all over the place.
Yeah, he kept the fucking sticker paper that Levi wrote his number on… And yeah, Eren was a pathetic piece of garbage. He already knew it, he didn’t need to remind himself. He still knew where the sticker was, too. He could totally just reach into his backpack side pocket and… No. No.
Levi, as cool and handsome and alluring as he was, was very clearly bad news. Eren so desperately wanted a calm, normal life, and getting involved with Levi would take him in the opposite of that.
But… Eren could have sworn he saw the older boy’s pants tent when he touched his skirt — he was not just seeing things.
Maybe they could set the discomfort aside. Maybe Levi wanted to fuck Eren just as much as Eren wanted to be fucked by him.
But what if he was just teasing him — what if Levi truly did think Eren was a girl; what if Eren texted him and Levi got the wrong idea, then found out the truth and was disappointed? The last thing Eren wanted was to lie — in spite of the fact that he terrorized himself by pointing out that he was effectively lying every single day — and make a fool out of himself.
Eren groaned loudly. He needed to sleep on it.
He got ready for bed, pulling on an oversized shirt and a tiny pair of track shorts. He took some time looking at himself in the mirror, like he did every night, checking himself out. Eren turned, holding the front of the oversized shirt up to see his flat belly, then bent his leg to assess how they looked at different angles. Lastly, he twisted nearly 180 degrees to check out his ass, which, in his mind, had the perfect curvature.
He looked good… Though he shouldn’t overthink it. He didn’t want to get into the headspace where he asks himself incessantly whether he looks enough like a girl, or what could be altered — whether possible or not — to appear more feminine. Eren dropped his shirt down, deciding to go to bed, and not be obsessed with looking at himself tonight. It was still early, but he could use the extra sleep.
After turning off the light, he crawled into bed, pulling the covers over his head and curling into a ball. Something like two hours passed with Eren tossing and turning relentlessly, so he eventually, miserably, accepted that he was still awake. He didn’t even want to look over at the digital clock to know how fucked he would be in the morning. Eren knew himself, so if he didn’t get exactly eight and a half hours, he would flounder at school.
Also, just for the record, he had been hard for probably the last thirty straight minutes. Eren just didn’t want to admit the fact that his body was begging him to jerk off one person in particular, though he didn’t think he could live with himself if he actually went through with it.
Maybe he was sleep deprived and irrational, or maybe he was just actually a sick fuck, but Eren found himself slowly slinking an arm out from under the covers to grab his phone from his night stand. The light from his interface was disturbingly bright, hurting his eyes for a moment before he was able to adjust. Opening his messaging app, he tapped on one of his favorites.
12:09 PM Eren: hey. r u up
He hated waiting, and the thudding in his chest reminded him what a dumbass he was being. Eren had a feeling that she would get back to him pretty fast— yup, there it was.
12:10 PM Ymir: yeees
12:10 PM Ymir: what do you want
Eren smiled.
12:11 PM Eren: you’re not going to like this
12:11 PM Eren: actually
12:11 PM Eren: you’re going to hate this
12:11 PM Eren: so, sorry but
12:11 PM Eren: can you send me a pic of ur tits
12:12 PM Ymir: WHAT
12:12 PM Ymir: i don’t even know where to begin
12:12 PM Ymir: eren WHAT?
12:13 PM Ymir: ok but why?
When Eren was done quietly laughing, not wanting to disturb Zeke in the other room, he set to the keypad to explain himself but was interrupted by a phone call from Ymir instead. He snorted, looking at how ridiculous her contact photo was. Wow, Eren really did miss his friends from his old school.
“I repeat, what?” she immediately launched into her line of questioning when Eren answered.
“Hey, I’m so sorry,” Eren laughed, feeling like an idiot, “this is so not okay, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No! I’ll give it to you!” Ymir responded in that cocky way of hers. “You just have to give me some context. Because last I checked, you were gay. So who is this for?”
Eren swallowed. No, he did not think this through, why do you ask? “It’s… it’s too much to explain.”
“Should I take a guess? People don’t believe you’re a girl over there?”
“How did you know?” Eren joked back, but reality was kind of a bitch, it was true. He noticed his own voice fell in a sad way, which he didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed about. Eren told himself he wouldn’t show weakness anymore, so he laughed to mask it.
Ymir must have been conflicted, because she paused as well, but then — like usual — energetically bounced back with, “So, what? You want my bare tits?”
“Oh my god, no!” Eren laughed, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe he was even doing this. He wasn’t even sure he was going to go through with messaging Levi — this could all be for absolutely nothing. “You can wear a bra or something, I think at the very least I want cleavage.”
“Well… you came to the wrong place for that,” she joked in that characteristically self deprecating way of hers.
“No, I came to the right place for this,” Eren corrected her. Ymir hesitated before she started laughing in understanding. “I am as flat as literally fucking possible. So, the less tits, the better. Also, besides coming to you because you’re my best friend,” Eren laughed at the way he was buttering her up, “plus… I think our skin tones are basically identical.”
Ymir hummed in acknowledgement. “Alright, don’t hold back, Eren! Fine, what colour bra?”
Eren hesitated for a moment. What would Levi like…? Okay, wait, it’s not that he was trying to impress him or anything, but… it couldn’t hurt to throw in a flair like that. “Black…?”
“Alright, give me a minute,” Ymir said and then paused. Eren sucked on his lips, waiting for what he was pretty sure he already knew he was going to get. “You know… If you really like him, you probably shouldn’t lie to him.”
Eren shook his head, even though he knew she couldn’t see. “I…” Did he? “Don’t… like him,” he decided to go with. It was far too early to tell, anyway, so it’s not like he was lying.
Ymir laughed wholeheartedly. “You don’t sound very convincing, little man.”
“Oh my god,” Eren gasped, starting to laugh, “just hang up and do it!”
Eren didn’t exactly know how to feel when he actually saw the picture. It’s not like it was arousing to him to see his friend’s rack, but it didn’t disgust him either. He started to dread the idea of sending it to Levi, the guy who could use this against him for the rest of the semester.
Shit, Eren didn’t even think about that — what if Levi leaked it? Or showed it to the headmaster? Or… fuck. For some reason, the idea of Levi jerking off to Ymir and thinking it was him was somehow the worst projected outcome of all.
There were so many ways Eren could open himself up to getting totally screwed over, but the temptation to talk to Levi was far too much. He couldn’t help just wanting a little bit more.
His backpack was at the end of his bed, so Eren reached over, knowing exactly where the sticker was. Opening it without tearing it and losing the number forever was an even tougher task, but thanks to the light from Eren’s phone, he was able to carefully examine the pen strokes, and punch them into his phone in the form of a new message.
He gazed at the photo for a while. Their skin tones were pretty similar, and Ymir wasn’t known for having the biggest chest… Eren felt something weird flutter in his chest when he thought, okay, this might just work. He exited the photo view and worried next, what if this does work ? His thumb posed over the send button, hating how hesitant he was about this. Finally, he pressed send, then nervously sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Eren’s heart was going crazy inside his ribcage, which was actually kind of alarming because he’d never felt this level of anxiety relating to a text conversation before. Well, he guessed he’s never quite done something this stupid before.
A buzz to his phone surprised him.
12:31 PM Levi: What took so long?
“What!?” Eren found himself asking absolutely no one out loud. Holy shit, Eren’s heart was going wild. How did Levi respond so quickly?
12:31 PM Levi: And that’s very clearly not you.
12:31 PM Levi: Send another one.
“What!?” Eren asked out loud, yet again to no one in particular. Of course he hadn’t thought this far ahead. What did he expect? That Levi would say some weird shit like, ‘aw, yeah, baby. Nice tits’...? Eren felt embarrassed just thinking of what he would say in response to something like that. Okay, no, he probably was just embarrassed that he thought this would work in the first place.
He was waiting too long.
12:35 PM Eren: what do you think i’m just made of nudes??
Eren didn’t know what he thought he could achieve by responding so idiotically, but thankfully, Levi didn’t tease him for it.
12:36 PM Levi: Send me one with your face in it. So I know it’s you.
12:36 PM Eren: it’s me. i promise
12:37 PM Levi: That’s a fucking lie lol
12:37 PM Levi: I want to see you.
Fuck, if that didn’t make Eren’s face heat up like a fucking furnace. Levi wanted to see… him? Why did reading a sentence sent from his bully sound so sweet? And why was Eren switching apps to his camera? It was dark in his bedroom — nearly pitch black — so why was he even pulling his arm back to use the front facing camera to take a selfie right now?
The camera function was silent, and the light blinked, relieving Eren of the obnoxious brightness for just a moment. He eagerly took a look at the photo he’d just taken, worried for a second that he might not look the way he was expecting. Eren had been tossing and turning in bed anxiously for the past two hours — he had to have the worst bed head at this point. But surprisingly… he looked pretty… seductive.
He was comfortably resting in his bed, nearly covered by his pillow, yet he was shooting bedroom eyes at the screen, and in general looked like… looked like he was begging for sex.
He sent it out, only to receive a nearly instantaneous response.
12:38 PM Levi: Fuck
12:38 PM Levi: You’re hot
Eren’s humiliation cleared right up, his cock growing once again in his shorts. He shouldn’t have, but his hand ventured down his flat chest, touching the edge of his shorts waistband and hesitating there. Was he really going to do this? Totally disrespect himself by jerking off to his bully?
His phone vibrated, and he lifted it from his chest, quickly adjusting to the brightness when realized a photo had been sent in return.
“Oh… my… god.” Eren was in total shock, completely, just… Okay, his brain just shit itself for a moment.
Eren’s mind was practically blank as he only mildly recognized at first that he was looking at a picture of a cock. A gorgeous one.
Levi sent Eren a picture of his cock. He was holding it in his hand so it was straight, his thumb meant to be used as a metric with which to indicate the significant girth. Eren drank in every individual vein, shadow, curve, tuft of pubic hair… it all was so beautiful. Levi’s cock was beautiful. Eren supposed it only made sense — a super hot guy with a super perfect penis. Go figure.
12:40 PM Levi: Show me where I can put this.
Oh fuck. Just when he thought he got things back together, Eren felt like his brain was scrambled again. Levi wanted to fuck him. Levi wanted to use that — Eren took a good long look at the image again — to fuck him. He was practically shaking when he typed out his next text. He was desperately wondering what the fuck one even sends in respond to a dick pic, besides the obvious ‘yum’, of course. Eren knew better than to act desperate enough to actually compliment Levi’s borderline sexual harassment. He kept it together, and took the mature road.
12:41 PM Eren: i don’t share private pictures
He, like usual, left himself completely open to Levi’s simple response:
12:41 PM Levi: You just share private pics of other people?
Fuck, that was too easy. Eren didn’t even deserve the surprise he felt when he gasped.
Eren was in the process of furiously texting out an aggressive, ‘i don’t owe u anything’ when his phone started vibrating, indicating at the top of his screen: LEVI — INCOMING CALL.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. No fucking way. Eren was a ball of nerves right now, he couldn’t just answer it! It — it was a school night! He should be asleep! Yet after a couple rings, Eren gave in and tapped the green answer call button. Shit. He stared at his phone, dumbfounded by his own impulsivity for just a second before he brought it to his ear.
“Eren.”
Fuck, it sounded good to hear his voice. It made his dick twitch for attention in his shorts.
“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot?” He sounded kind of mad, actually.
A small gasp escaped Eren’s lips, causing him to turn a million shades of red and feel the utmost amount of shame for clearly indicating Levi had an effect on him. He let out a soft breathy, “No,” in response finally.
“Do you think I want to jerk off to some stranger’s tits?” he demanded next. Why did that make his heart thump in victory within his chest? Was it because it solidified that Levi might be more interested in him and his particular gender than he had initially displayed to Eren?
“What do you… want to… jerk off to?” Eren found himself asking in a small voice, even more ashamed with every word he spoke. His fingers found his own cock, wrapped around it tight, and pulled upwards. Eren sealed his lips together, but his sharp inhale of breath still made it obvious how aroused he was.
“You.”
A million questions entered Eren’s head. For starters, why was this happening? What did Levi find so interesting about him all of a sudden? Did this have to do with Levi liking him, or was there something else going on? Did this have something to do with his older brother, Zeke? They definitely seemed to hate each other’s guts, so could this possibly be some big joke at his expense?
When he finally felt capable of asking questions again, Eren heard Levi ask in a low voice, “Are you fingering yourself?”
Eren’s heart thudded in his chest once again. “N—no,” he replied honestly. Turning to the left, Eren eyed the drawer that held his container of lube. His brows furrowed and he bit his lower lip nervously, wondering if it was actually a good idea. Could he even masturbate while being on the phone with someone? Would his conscience let him?
“I want to hear your moans while you finger your pussy.”
A gasp got caught in Eren’s throat. His tooth bit just slightly harder down into his lip, his expression one of agony. The way Levi was speaking to him was filthy, and a good self-respecting boy should hang up the phone right now, but Eren was only finding himself dying for more.
“I’m waiting.”
Swallowing, he made the executive decision to reach over to his side table drawer and slowly open it. It didn’t make much noise at all when he opened the container, either. There was some awkward shuffling under his duvet when he reached down, butterflying his legs open to have better access.
“Fuck,” he gasped into the phone when he finally got one finger inserted. It was uncomfortable for a moment, but then he was able to move a little easier. He pressed in further, in search of that place, which would make him feel ten times more comfortable right away.
The older boy on the phone groaned, making Eren tilt his head back a bit to better ease into the utterly erotic situation he found himself in. Fuck, it actually was starting to feel really, really good. “I bet your pussy tastes so good,” Levi rasped.
How could Eren not make a noise after hearing something like that? Totally caught off guard, Eren’s jaw dropped, a salaciously pained noise escaping him.
Levi groaned louder this time. “Take your fingers out and put them in your mouth.”
Eren’s half lidded eyes seemed to glaze over, and his jaw still as he listened to the older boy direct him. Wait… there’s no way he could do that… right? The lube was water based, sure, but… Eren had never done anything as embarrassingly lewd as that before. He wasn’t sure he had it in him.
“I need to hear you slurp all of your juices off your fingers, Eren,” Levi elaborated, snapping the frozen boy back into reality. “Do it for me. Because I can’t.”
Eren frowned, his eyebrows furrowing when he realized he had been convinced. Rolling his lips in between his teeth, Eren wiggled his fingers around inside himself, almost instantly finding that perfect pleasurable spot within him, before withdrawing his fingers entirely. His breathing pace increased as he brought the fingers up from between his legs to stare at them. He could see the lube glimmering in the low lighting from the moonlight entering the window beside Eren’s bed. He felt his lips part as he brought them closer to his mouth, panting around the very tip of his middle finger until he slowly closed his mouth around it, sucking on it softly before he let it go with a pop!
“Aaaahh, fuck,” Levi breathed into the phone, encouraging Eren’s naughty behaviour. “I wish…” his voice got slightly more choked up, indicating the level of pleasure he was providing himself as he spoke, “I could taste you right now.”
Eren felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Even though he was alone, he was so humiliated with how slutty he was acting for a practical stranger — and a mean one, at that. Why did he feel like he was under the older boy’s thumb already? And why was his dick throbbing so hard against his chest? Eren couldn’t comprehend his own debauchery, but more than anything, he just wanted to pretend like the thoughts never occurred to him.
“Finger yourself again,” Levi ordered. “Think of how fucking good I could make you feel if you were sitting on my cock right now.” Eren obediently returned his fingers to their place between his legs, prodding then entering himself again. Fuck. Levi’s voice was so deeply arousing, Eren wanted to cry, the idea of riding him sounded so nice. He thought about crawling on top of the older boy, leaning in to leave traces of kisses over his chest and lips, then teasing Levi’s cock against his entrance before slowly sinking down onto it. The imaginary look of utter pleasure on Levi’s face would make it so worth it, and not to mention the beautiful thing in between his legs would make such a great tool to fuck himself with.
As soon as he thought it, Eren gasped out loud — he got caught up in imagining a real life scenario where he was riding Levi, and that alone was too much for him. His eyes burst open wide in an attempt to get a grasp on reality so that he could slow his pace, because if he wasn’t careful, Eren was going to cream himself embarrassingly early.
“Would you like that, Eren?” Levi’s voice was back to taunting, but it was so seductive that Eren couldn’t find it in him to question how it made him feel anymore.
Swallowing, “Mhhm, please,” was all Eren could respond with.
“I can’t hear you,” Levi pushed. Fuck — even at a time like this, Levi was still teasing him. Eren had to wonder what the fuck exactly he had been expecting, the older boy seemed to literally get off on teasing him. It only made sense. But did that mean he needed to give in to the torturing?
“Yes…! I would like… that…” he whined. Pathetic.
Levi’s voice sounded a little lower in pitch when he breathed, “I knew you were a dirty little fucking girl. As soon as I saw you.” Eren remembered earlier in the day when they’d first bumped into each other. He could see Levi’s long, sweeping gaze. He remembered the way he instantly felt wanted by him. It had felt so good back then, and it still feels good now. “You’re so hot, fuck; I wish I could stuff my cock all the way inside of you.”
“I… Levi!” Eren moaned loudly when he found that spot within him again. He had fit two fingers in now and was abusing his poor fucking prostate, forcing his whole body to tense in apprehension. Oh no, he was really close; all he could think about was what it would feel like to have Levi’s (much bigger than just his two fingers) cock providing this pleasure for him. “Fuck it’s — right there!” His eyes widened as his head was thrown back, his body tightening. It was no longer his fingers inside of him. It was Levi.
Levi hissed, “Fuck, Eren, you’re going to make me cum…!” He produced a growl which sent Eren directly over the edge. The phone at his ear was really tricking him into thinking it was the real thing.
Doing his best to be covert about how much pleasure he was experiencing in that moment — the last thing he wanted would be for Zeke to come snooping around, checking on him — Eren whispered a whine in the most depraved voice, “Cumming!”
Eren saw white, he came so hard. His jaw felt like it was locked in an open position, his eyes squeezed shut so tight, it hurt. Oh my god, Eren had never felt so good, never having experienced masturbating with someone else. This was a total game changer. He had a fleeting concern that it was because he was jerking off with Levi, and not just anyone, which made his heart thump extra hard in his chest while he came down from his orgasm. It was him, wasn’t it? Eren couldn’t even deny it.
A soft scoff sounded in Eren’s ear when he was brought back down to earth. He realized he had been so focused on himself and his own orgasm that he’d missed listening to Levi’s. This wouldn’t be a problem if they were actually with one another. Maybe next time. “I bet you made a mess,” Levi teased in a much more lighthearted way this time. He really just couldn’t help himself, could he? “Fucking slut.”
Eren finally found it in him to be mortified once again by what he just did. Levi likely hadn’t remotely lost control in the same way that he had, having seemed mostly calm and collected throughout — as far as Eren was aware. Did Levi have maybe more experience doing this… kind of thing before? Eren could scoff, someone as attractive as him, there was no doubt in Eren’s mind that he had.
And by the way, they had gone through an entire phone call masturbation session, and Levi hadn’t acknowledged Eren’s cock once. A familiar creeping feeling of anxiety took over Eren, reminding himself that there was a high probability that his worries were valid, that Levi did in fact think Eren was a girl. But — well, Levi knew the photo of Ymir earlier wasn’t him… which anyone of even moderate intelligence would have to assume meant that Eren sent it because he didn’t have tits of his own. But still! Levi could have thought Eren was a girl who just didn’t want to send her own nudes.
He was overthinking this way too much.
“Eren.”
The younger boy quickly cleared his throat. “Ye—”
“If you tell anyone about this,” his voice sounded so firm, Eren stopped in his tracks, his chest tightening as he heard Levi add, “I’ll make sure you fucking regret it.”
Eren didn’t know what came over him — with a small hic, he pulled the phone from his ear and quickly pressed the end button. His breathing was ragged. Did Levi— did he just threaten him? Was this some kind of joke? He wished he hadn’t been so rash as to not ask any questions, to prod and pry into what Levi had meant. Maybe Eren had misheard? There was no use, he’d already severed the line that they’d had, and Eren would not be calling back.
Eren couldn’t suppress his exasperated scoff, because of course it made sense that Levi was fucking closeted, or some kind of internalized homophobe that didn’t know how to deal with the fact that he liked cock more than pussy. Or maybe Eren was in the wrong, for not coming clean about his particular genitalia. No, wait. He couldn’t put himself through another overthinking session of whether or not Levi thought Eren was one gender or another, because he was done. Done with it all.
Zeke had been right not to associate with Levi. Eren wondered why he hadn’t seen this coming. Well, he must’ve been an idiot after all. That was a sad reminder. Anything good that happened to him was probably just a joke at his own expense. It had happened to him before, and it just happened again. It’ll likely continue happening, because that’s just the way things went for him.
Eren made sure his phone was set to Do Not Disturb so he couldn’t receive any texts or calls for the duration of the night, then set it back down on his nightstand. He tried to help himself with wishful thinking, but this all had so clearly been a mistake. What else could he have been expecting from screwing around with his own bully?
He didn’t want to acknowledge them, but small tears still slipped from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t suppress a sniffle, which reminded him to look down at the mess he’d made. Thankfully, he had pulled up his shirt, so white translucent fluid painted his chest, but then there were also his still-slick fingers on his other hand that hadn’t been handling his cell phone. Eren needed tissues, or better yet a shower, and as soon as possible. Just as he completed that thought, Eren heard the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing, indicating that his father had just gotten home. Fuck.
There was no way he could take a covert shower at midnight when his dad was now home.