“Did you make any resolutions?” Eren asks him and downs the rest of his drink. Levi’s preoccupied with the movement of his throat as he swallows and the way his mouth curves into a slight smile afterwards, so it takes Levi a while to register what he’d said.
“For the new year? Nah.” His own glass has been empty for a while now, and though he’d considered flagging down the bartender, the abnormal sensation of the room swaying around him suggests that he’s had enough for one evening. “Did you?”
“Kind of,” Eren replies, and when Levi stares at him blankly, he throws in a wink just for good measure. “Can’t tell you what they are, or else they won’t come true.”
“That’s birthday wishes, not new years’ resolutions,” Levi points out. The two of them must make an odd pair, he thinks just then, huddled in the corner booth like a couple of hermits while the rest of the village is outside celebrating and setting off fireworks. It’s not too unexpected of Levi, really, but someone as popular and kind and radiant as Eren should be the life of the party.
“Oh. Right.” Eren falls silent for a while, squinting at Levi from where he’s slumped on the table. “I’m still gonna keep it a secret, though.”
“Fair enough.” He leans back against the seat, closing his eyes for a while in an effort to sober up at least a little. “Shouldn’t you be out with your squad instead of moping around with me?“
“No thanks. They’re good kids, but I can only handle so much drama for one night,” Eren states with a groan. “Besides, it’s so awkward. Back when we were trainees we would’ve never asked our supervisor out drinking with us.”
“They like you,” Levi points out with a quirk of his lips. He rarely stops by at the headquarters now that he’s retired, but he’s heard rumors about Eren’s popularity among the younger cadets. “Can’t blame them.”
Eren blows out a long breath, feigning annoyance. “I guess so.” He fixes his eyes on Levi in a way that makes something in Levi’s chest tighten. “Anyway, don’t you wanna know my resolutions for the new year?”
“I thought you were going to keep them a secret, “ Levi replies with a raise of his brow.
“Yeah, but it doesn’t count if I only tell you.“ Eren leans forward, beckoning him closer. He looks almost smug, eyes half-lidded and those enticing lips quirked softly upwards. “Shush.”
Against his better judgement he meets Eren halfway, hovering over the table. “Well?“ he asks, only to have Eren silence him by holding a finger to his lips.
Levi freezes, and even in his inebriated state he recognizes just how close Eren is. There’s a curious emotion in his eyes as he stares at Levi, something akin to wondernment, something that Levi surely hasn’t deserved. “Shush,” Eren replies in a low tone, and just like that he’s closing the distance between them and slotting their lips together.
It’s surprisingly gentle, the way Eren melts into him and runs his tongue along Levi’s teeth. He’s faintly aware of Eren looping his arms around his neck and crowding even closer, the taste of cheap whiskey enveloping Levi’s senses. By the time Eren draws back they’re both left breathless, staring at one another in a daze.
Eren is the first one to speak up. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of that,” he manages, the words barely a whisper.
That’s too much for Levi to process right now so he decides to kiss Eren again. Eren lets out a needy little sound at that, something between a moan and a gasp, and his hands wander to scratch at Levi’s undercut in a way that turns Levi into a puddle. That does it for him, and though both of them are too drunk and probably shouldn’t be doing this, Levi figures that he can deal with the repercussions in the morning.
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