Chapter 11
Eren
Eren let out a shuttered breath, lips forming words he couldn’t recognize.
His skin felt like it was on fire. Every inch tingled from the newly established sensations. His vision was hazy and unfocused, eyes only seeing small details.
Waves of coiled muscle that rippled with slow movement, smooth porcelain skin and hair as dark as onyx. Eren could feel his hands running up his thighs, spreading them apart to settle between them. His own hands found their way onto the others shoulders as Eren pulled him closer. Soft lips latched onto his neck and Eren let out a gasp. Eren’s head was spinning, clouded with lust and eyes as sharp as steel. His mouth moved, suckling and biting against Eren’s shoulder, up his neck and to his jaw. His hands wandered Eren’s body.
Blunt nails were gently trailed down Eren’s bare chest, eliciting a breathy moan from his lips. His skin prickled itself with goosebumps.
Eren could feel him pressed between his thighs, hard and incredibly hot. Miniscule gyrations of the other man’s hips sent chills up Eren’s spine. Eren lifted his own up into him, looking for more of that delicious friction.
The man growled against his neck, breath fanning out across Eren's sensitive skin. An explosion of heat erupted in his gut, leaving Eren speechless as the dark-haired man whispered Eren’s name into his ear.
"…Eren." His voice was deep and husky, and far too familiar.
Eren could feel himself shaking.
"Eren." He said again, but louder this time.
The shaking worsened, becoming more of a harsh jerking. Eren felt his head roll forward and the man's voice seemed to change.
"Eren! Wake the fuck up!"
Eren’s eyes popped open, breath labored and heavy.
Was it a dream?
His eyes focused on Armin, who was standing over his bed with an equally concerned and irritated expression. If that’s even possible. Eren brought his hand up to rub his face and glare at the blonde.
"Jesus Christ, Eren. I thought you were having a nightmare or something. You kept moaning and groaning, and you were squirming all over your bed." Armin explained.
Eren thought back to the dream. That definitely hadn’t been a nightmare.
"I’m fine, Armin." He said, moving to pull the blanket from his lap. Only then did a certain… problem… bring itself to his attention.
Eren groaned inwardly at the intense aching in his shorts. He quickly pulled the blanket back onto his lap, hiding the large bulge.
What the fuck?
Armin gave him a strange look but didn't say anything, just shakes his head and leaves, leaving Eren to himself.
He quickly hopped out of bed and awkwardly waddled to the bathroom, covering his erection with his hands. There was no way he was going to rub one out in the bedroom, with the chance of Armin walking in at any moment. Or even worse, Mikasa. Eren doubted it would go away on its own, so he elected to take care of it in the shower.
As Eren reveled in the feeling of the hot water pouring down his shoulders, he allows the dream to drift back into his head.
While the identity of the other person in his dream wasn’t completely clear; his eyes never stayed in one place long enough to see who it really was, Eren knew exactly who it was. He really hated how much that turned him on.
I just had a wet dream about my boss.
It really shouldn’t have felt as right as it did, Levi is his boss after all. Eren’s pretty sure that could be considered sexual harassment. Or maybe not, he doesn’t know. Eren supposed he was just looking for reasons why this was wrong, and while he could think of quite a few, the aching in his gut had grown to be too much of a distraction to allow those reasons to deter him from doing what he was about to do.
So, with a vision of silky black hair and silvery eyes, Eren slid his hand down to take hold of himself.
Eren hissed softly at the sensation, because he’s just so hard, beads of precum leaking from the tip. He thought about Levi’s hands on him, touching him everywhere with fingertips that send electric shocks through his body. Levi’s voice, low and sultry as he spoke the most vulgar of things to him.
He imagined Levi taking him from behind, stretching him to an almost excruciating width before hitting that spot inside the brunette that fills his body with ecstasy.
Eren let his body lean against the shower wall, his legs beginning to tremble. His head fell back, mouth slightly open in a silent moan.
That coil in his stomach was tightening rapidly, making him pant out at the anticipation. His climax came quickly, and Eren had to hold onto the shower niche to keep from falling to his knees as he releases into his hand.
He took a few deep breaths and rinsed away the evidence.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
xXx
The rest of the shower is filled with self-deprecation and the pleasant smell of Eren’s shampoo. He tried to hide the flush on his cheeks as he exited the bathroom. Eren didn’t want anyone to know, nor did he even want think about, what just took place.
But at least he’s off today, so he doesn’t have to come face to face with the apparent subject of his desire yet.
It was about eleven when Eren finally finished getting himself ready for the day. He fixed himself the usual breakfast, slightly burnt toast and a cup of coffee, before plopping down on the couch next to Mikasa.
Things between Mikasa and himself were kind of strange, in the way that she’s more of a mom to him than a sister, even though she's the same age as him. She can be really overbearing at times, but Eren knew she does it because she cares about him, so he tries to not let it bother him.
"How’s working with Hanji going?" Eren asked, breaking the comfortable silence. She turned and gave him a look that told him everything he needed to know.
"She’s crazy, I’m sure of it but other than that it’s fine." She replied, crossing one leg over the other.
"So I’ve heard, but I wouldn’t know firsthand. Glad it’s going well for you, though." She nodded and turned toward him.
"What about you? You seemed so adamant about not being his assistant and now it’s almost like you're enjoying it. You kind of did a one-eighty there, Eren."
He thought about it for a second. Do I enjoy it?
Eren knew the answer immediately. After the talk they had, things fell into a comfortable routine, one that Eren had no problem with following. He doesn't find himself dreading the days anymore, so yeah, maybe he does.
Now, though, he doesn't know how he's going to be able to look Levi in the eye, after this morning.
"It's fine, Mika. I got it all sorted out." He said vaguely, and Mikasa gave him a look.
"He didn’t threaten you did he?" She said suspiciously. Eren gave her an incredulous look.
"No, no, no. Nothing like that. I was just being stupid, he noticed something was up and we talked about it." Eren explained, quickly growing tired of talking about it. Talking about him. Eren just wanted to forget all about Levi for as long as he could before he'd have to face him.
Though, he has no clue what he's going to do once he gets to that point.
Eren shook his head and tried to ignore his problems the best he could like he does with everything else. Mikasa be engrossed in whatever’s on TV.
"We’re still going out to the club tonight, correct?" Eren asked Mikasa. They were supposed to go earlier in the week, but Mikasa wasn’t able to make it, having to stay after work to help Hanji with something. But now that it’s the weekend, the group had the time to do as they pleased.
Eren really wanted to get shit-faced drunk.
"Yeah." She replied, not bothering to look away from the TV.
"Who all is going?” Eren asked, wondering if the whole group was going or just the three of them.
"Just the three of us, as far as I know. Though Armin was thinking about inviting Berthold." Mikasa explained.
Eren nodded and looked at the TV, examining whatever show was playing on the large, flat screen. It seemed to be some sort of police melodrama, some masked-murderer running around chopping people’s heads off. Mikasa always did like those types of shows.
Eren watched absentmindedly but never paid much attention to the actual story. His mind was too caught up with thoughts of tonight’s shenanigans. He wasn’t much of a partier, really. He found the large masses of drunk, sweaty people found at parties to be rather irritating. However, to say he wasn’t looking forward to tonight would be a lie. The thought of alcohol in his system was making him look forward to it even more. Eren wanted to drink until he forgot all of those problems nagging at him.
And that’s exactly what he was going to do, hangover be damned.