Because I posted this AU, I’m a slut for drag race!AUs, and I couldn’t resist, so I made a short fic of my own. I stand corrected, the Aventador has no backseats, so no backseat smut for everyone (there can be very much passenger seat/driver seat sex tho, rest assured). Sort-of(?) NSFW for mentions of various kinky acts mentioned in passing.
This is Levi’s car. I was considering a couple of options as to what Levi’s car brand would be, but I personally like the Aventador the most, simply because it has a passenger seat that he can have sex in (with Eren, obviously). If it’s just the racing car though, no fucking question about it, he’ll drive the McLaren F1.
The last bell to end the last class could not come any faster.
When it finally did, Eren was a breath away from swearing his relief, immediately grabbing his backpack and slinging it on his shoulder as he hightailed it out of the classroom and out into the corridor. The day was finally over, he was completely free, and he was going to kill anyone who tried to stop him at that moment. He had been looking forward to this day all week, and he was not going to let some impertinent schoolmate or teacher get in his way.
Levi had finally agreed to take him cruising in his gorgeous sports car.
It was actually the first time Eren was going to be inside the car while it’s moving, his multiple steamy, depraved, and kinky actions with its driver completely tossed aside. The Lamborghini Aventador wasn’t just Levi’s car, it was his baby, his entire life, and no one got near it with a ten foot pole without Levi’s expressed permission and surveillance. Eren was one of the lucky few who was allowed to, and that was because he deepthroated its owner’s dick the moment its two doors closed in on them inside. His... something with Levi was still going strong, the thrill and danger of being with the car racer not wavering a bit. Now more than ever Eren spent his nights on the quarry, its large, fluorescent lights beaming over the parade of expensive, fast, illegal drag racers who put the pedal to the metal, flirting with death and destruction once the night had deepened and bets were made.
It was a fascinating world of chrome, leather and oil, the sound of roaring engines and screeching tires against the gravel predominant, air filled with heavy dust and the scent of burning gasoline. Eren was a goner the moment he heard the first tire squeal, the sharp whiplash of the wind as the two racing cars sped off from their starting lines, and it was turning into an obsession.
When he met Levi, it became an addiction.
Eren cursed under his breath as he pulled out his phone. He still had some time to go home, change clothes and prepare for the night’s event. Levi would be racing again and he didn’t want to miss anything, especially the opportunity to be taken on a ride, both figurative and literal. Taking the stairs two at a time, he finally got out of the building with a heavy exhale, shouldering his way through small clumps of people. What was it with people getting in his way today?
But as he got nearer to the school gates, the crowd had progressively thickened, with girls tittering and squealing in delight, and boys muttering and pointing at the front gates with increasing agitation and sound.
Of all the fucking times--! Eren shoved his way through the throng, irritated and about to punch a person’s face in, when he finally pushed his way to the school gates.
Eren’s jaw dropped in utter shock.
Levi had always been fucking gorgeous, but right now, he was practically dripping in sex and sin. He was wearing all black today, silver hoops glinting at the lobe of one ear, one hand resting casually on his belt while scrolling through his phone with the other. A tight, tank top, showing his lean, muscular arms, faded, ripped jeans wrapping around his strong thighs, feet laced up in equally dark timberlands. He was leaning lazily against the Aventador, and if not for his height, he could have been posing for a fashion magazine. The keys to the Aventador clinked merrily, carelessly hanging on a belt loop, a siren call for any man who was a slut for cars, and the Lamborghini was definitely a tempting mistress.
“Levi?!”
The sex god on wheels flicked his head up to look at him and instantly Eren knew that hundreds of eyes were also on him now. But the only eyes that mattered to him right now were the ones staring right in front of him, quicksilver irises as dark as used car exhausts, dark, intense, inviting. Eren swallowed thickly, heat instantly curling in his blood.
“Took your sweet ass time.” Levi pocketed his phone and crossed his arms, instantly making his mouth dry. He had touched that body more than once, knew its planes and contours intimately and Eren hoped to god he wasn’t getting a boner right now. Levi cocked his head further to look at him completely, gaze dragging down bit-by-maddening-bit, taking in his school uniform piece by piece as if he could take it off Eren with the sheer power of his gaze alone. Levi’s eyes snapped back to his face and his lips tugged up into a smirk, one hand casually pointing forward, palm up, two fingers curling in the familiar, universally acknowledged come-hither motion.
Fucking smug gorgeous asshole! Had he been wearing panties he would’ve dropped them the moment he saw Levi move his fingers like that.
“What—I—uh—I mean, what are you doing here?” His face was fire-engine red, could feel the warmth radiating from his cheeks, but he was a fish hooked on a lure, gravitating towards Levi helplessly. He could hear the mutters behind the back, the none-too-subtle flashes of phone cameras being shot their way, but all sound was muted except for the gasps of his breath, the pump of his heart faster than an accelerating V10 engine. This was bad, this was going to be the talk of the school the next day, the rumors were going to be so ridiculous—
“Picking you up. Jesus Christ kid, you don’t watch us race so you can be as slow as a fucking turtle. Haul ass so we can get out of here.” Levi eyed the complete crowd ogling them with disdain, foot tapping impatiently on the concrete. Eren moved sluggishly, still trying to process the information, because holy shit, Levi’s waiting for him in front of his school.
But apparently he was still walking slowly, and Levi was an impatient bastard, because the moment Eren was close enough, he moved.
A hand curling around his school tie, making him jerk forward, almost losing his balance. A strong arm, wrapping around his waist, tugging closer, until they were toe-to-toe and chest-to chest, with only the thin layer of their clothes separating them, and they had been much closer before. Then he was dragged down, a pair of lips covered his own, and everything short-circuited.
Eren’s mind blanked, a sound he didn’t mean to make escaping from his throat. Shit, he was kissing Levi in front of his schoolmates, swapping spit in front of his entire fucking school, and he was going to get in so much trouble for his, he was breaking school rules, what the hell—?!
But Levi sucked on his bottom lip, teasing out a groan, licking into his mouth, tongues tangling, warm, wet, and so fucking good, and instantly Eren didn’t care. Didn’t care if they had an audience, didn’t give a flying fuck if they were giving them a complete show. Levi was there, he was warm, he was real, and Eren’s chest throbbed with a sweet ache, because he missed Levi. Missed this short, snarky bastard, his quick hands and even quicker reflexes on the road with an easy grace that never failed to take his breath away.
So his hands found his way through Levi’s hair, fingers running though surprisingly soft ebony locks, lets himself get devoured, his knees to weaken, until he was whimpering, panting softly against Levi’s mouth, more than half-hard on Levi’s thigh.
“Can’t get you out of my head, Bright Eyes,” Levi whispered against his parted lips, and it was the closest thing to an I miss you Eren was going to get. Hell, maybe it wasn’t even that, maybe Levi just missed a warm body to sleep with, but Eren was perfectly all right with it either way.
“Let’s go.” With a simple flick of his wrist the car keys were out of the belt loop and into his hands, one touch of a button making the hazard lights blink, the sound of the doors unlocking behind them. With a wider smirk, Levi loosened his grip on Eren’s necktie, hand going behind his back to hook his fingers under the door side panels, pushing the handle up, and instantly the door swung upwards, true Lamborghini style.
Jaws were already dropping at this time, and honestly, Eren wouldn’t blame them. It was a flashy ride, to be sure, massive against Levi’s more petite stature, but it was sleek, powerful, and absolutely beautiful, much like its owner.
“After you.” Levi moved to the side with a sweeping gesture, inviting him inside. Eren was sure that the entire student population was openly gawking at him at this point, but still slid into the passenger seat, still a little dazed and flustered. His door was closed, and Levi slid into his seat smoothly, the dark upholstery molding itself onto his body like armor. The gaggle of students were still clustered at the gates, waving excitedly and pointing fingers at their direction, but Eren couldn’t bring himself to care, not when he was here, inside Levi’s car, with Levi.
“So, Eren.” Levi slid the car fob into its slot, the dashboard lighting up, and with a flick of a finger, a red cap opening, pressing the ignition. The Aventador started up, a wild beast awakening from its slumber, its V12 engine purring like a sated kitty as the seat rumbled underneath his legs. Eren shivered, running his fingers through the leather interior detail, flashes and bits of memory surfacing in his mind, of gripping with mad desperation as Levi rode on top of him, sweat and sex staining its upholstery. “Where do you want to go?”
The promise. Eren looked at him then, finding him waiting patiently for an answer, with an elbow resting on the car door ledge, palm supporting his head, other hand on the steering wheel, fingers drumming in rhythm. The cover was up, windows heavily tinted, and instantly it was just the two of them, the car, and the road, stretching in front of them with no end.
And at once his blood spiked with adrenaline, the rush once again setting in his veins as the world widened, the thrill of speed never ceasing, and Eren was going to take his first step into it.
Eren leaned forward, reaching for Levi’s forearm, tilting his head and bringing his mouth close to Levi’s ear, lips brushing against the earring-studded shell as he whispered.
“Everywhere.”
As long as it’s with you.
