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He refused to jerk when the tip of the man's riding crop brushed against his crotch and the corners of his mouth twitched when the dark-haired man looked up at him, he was very well picking up on his being displeased. It was evaporating off him, the way he was addressing more his crotch than Irvin himself was telling him a lot. He didn't say anything in return, he just smirked back smugly until the man eventually turned and retreated to the back of the stage after having picked up some tips and the pieces of clothes that he had taken off. Reaching for the white cravat draped around his neck he grabbed both ends with his hands and turned to walk back to his table. He knew he had to be grinning wildly, he FELT it. The cravat smelled of the man's cologne, tinted by a hint of his sweat. He lifted one of the ends to his nose to sniff it, grinning sheepishly at Mike when he reached his two friends.
Nile was rather pale, Irvin guessed the stripper's way of making Nile show some respect had been a little much for the straight, engaged man. Mike was grinning, though, shaking his head.
"The hell, Irvin, that was some kind of show. How much did you pay him to do that?"
Irvin sat down on his chair, noticing a few envious and displeased stares directed his way, which he just ignored. He had consumed almost the whole lance-corporal-stage-time and he guessed some people were pissed about having missed their chance to get the man's attention - well, though luck.
He reached for the vodka bull that he had ordered some long minutes ago and took a good sip of that. The boner in his pants would hopefully go down in the next few minutes - the man performing on stage at that moment wouldn't be enough to keep it up. After seeing the Lance Corporal, after having had that hot piece of ass on his lap, he thought there wasn't going to be anything hotter on that stage that night.
"I paid him 100$ to scare Nile a little." He grinned at his friend and the man just whimpered, burying his face in his hands and crying 'Oh my god if Mary finds out…!", Irvin just grinned and patted his shoulder. "And I told him to pick somebody randomly to give the lap dance to - I didn't expect him to give it to me."
Mike nodded slowly, looking at him like he didn't really believe him, but then he just shrugged.
"It looked like it was worth every cent of those 100$."
"It was.", Irvin said simply, grinning and taking another sip.
They stayed a little longer, Mike and Irvin were trying to convince Nile to tuck a few notes into cute Robin Hood's pants, but the man refused. "Pansy.", they called him, but let him be.
Mike and Irvin decided to call it a night a little while later, they would have to get up early the next day for the wedding and Irvin still needed to get Nile into bed. Irvin was happy to notice that his erection had gone down - so it was safe for him to make a quick trip to the bathroom before they left.
They took a cab home, Mike getting off first because he lived closer to the Wangs of freedom than Irvin did. He took Nile to his place, tipped the cab driver generously and then helped the black-haired man up to his apartment - this certainly was neither the first nor the last time that he was very thankful for the elevator that practically brought him to his front door.
They had another little talk then, after Nile had stripped down to his t-shirt and boxers and Irvin had forced him to drink two glasses of water because he didn't want his friend to be too hung-over on the day of his wedding. They were sitting in his living room on one of the black leather couches and were having 'that talk', Nile expressing fears about being able to be a good husband for Mary and Irvin assuring him that he would be fine. Irvin knew they would be, Nile and Mary were made for each other. Nile also asked Irvin if he was really okay with it all, to which Irvin stared at him perplexedly, then laughed and shook his head, telling him that no, he certainly he was totally okay with that. Nile had been awkward about dating Mary at first because she had been an ex of Irvin's. One that he had liked but he had always put his work first which just didn't work out with a woman like Mary. She wanted a man that was there for her, not thinking about his job and his career the most part of the day - and Irvin was a man like that. He liked having loose relationships, if at all - and a loving, sweet woman like Mary deserved something else. Nile was everything that Irvin wasn't - and they worked out perfectly.
They had a smoke on Irvin's terrace, none of them being smokers but Nile seemed in desperate need of one and Irvin just tagged along for solidarity.
They finally went to bed at half past 5 in the morning, Nile occupying Irvin's guest room and Irvin crawling into his own king sized bed. Being Nile's best man he'd have to be sober and shining in the morning as well, he'd make sure the day was going to be the best of Nile's life.
The wedding was one of the most beautiful events Irvin had ever lived to take part in, from the ceremony in the church to the end of the night, where Nile and Mary were still dancing to slow music as the very last couple on the dance floor in the park they had set up a tent in, a catering service providing them with great food. Irvin was happy because he'd never seen Nile and Mary happier, and when they left for their honeymoon the next day part of him asked himself why Irvin wasn't having something like that - but the next moment he cringed, knowing that he would probably never be a domestic person. That just didn't suit him.
The dark-haired stripper had danced around in front of his inner eye on more than one occasion. Be it him spacing out during the wedding ceremony or in his office, or the lance corporal rudely entering one of his dreams, the young man had really given him something to remember. And to crave, at the same time. He had felt good on his lap, he had smelled good - he had LOOKED fucking amazing. Irvin still felt the firm muscles strapped to his bones moving on top of him, heard his wicked, imperious voice telling him to not move his hands unless he told him to, smelled the scent of his cologne tinged with a hint of his sweat. He still had his cravat - he had wrapped it around one of the bedposts of his cast-iron bed, like a trophy. Irvin wanted him - it had been a while since somebody had spiked his interest like that. He wanted to watch him again - Irvin had always been an eye-person, taking much of a sexual situation's kick from the visual stimulation alone.
It wasn't surprising in the least that he found himself drawn back to the Wangs of freedom the next Saturday night, claiming a seat close to the stage and waiting for the lance corporal to make his appearance on stage. It was only eleven, if he would be there at the same time like last time Irvin would have to wait another while - he ordered himself a drink and watched the show spending a few notes here and there but was mainly not interested in what the other strippers had to show. They were nothing in comparison to the lance corporal.
Irvin smirked at the new order he received, guessing that the man either didn't want to talk any more during his performance - or Irvin had hit some truth. He kind of enjoyed entertaining the second possibility.
The man seemed to do everything in his might to make the state of being just a little erect a ludicrous understatement. Gyrating his hips against his crotch and then bending backwards, lower and lower until the crown of his head touched Irvin's knees. The sight Irvin was provided with was incredible: the pale, muscular body perched on his thighs, stretched out and arched in a seductive curve, the muscles of his abs working when he held the position for a few seconds while touching his chest and abdomen. Even though Irvin held his hips (he was making sure the Lance Corporal didn't lose his balance) he could imagine just how strenuous the move was excelled with - and how much practice you needed to pull it off perfectly. He yearned to touch him, to run his hand down from his throat over his chest and abdomen, feeling his pretty muscles, down to his groin - but he wouldn't take his hands away from where they were holding the stripper.
When the dark-haired man used the muscles in his stomach again to move back up and looked at Irvin with that haughty stare he had to look right back at him, the only thing all his senses focused on was this man. The noises around him had faded into the background, there only were him and the Lance Corporal, playing with his cravat and pulling his bottom lip down with his thumb to show him a glimpse of white teeth. Irvin swallowed but the smirk wouldn't leave his face.
The show went on, the stripper really giving him all his money's worth. Irvin was transfixed through it all, the man prying his hands off his hips and standing up, spreading his legs apart and sinking between them slowly, giving him heated looks when he ran his nails along the insides of his thighs. Arousal rushed to his middle at seeing the impersonation of sex close to his crotch, all it would need was his hands grabbing his hair and pushing him forwards - of course he didn't do anything like that. But he thought was suddenly at the top of his wish list.
The heat sizzled in the air when the stripper put his arms around his waist and pressed his cheek against Irvin's stomach, turning his head from side to side when he moved up his body, nudging him repeatedly with his nose. He exhaled harshly through his nose at the soft sigh that was barely audible over the music, but he was so concentrated on the man that there was no way for it to slip his notice.
He was almost disappointed when the man stood up and took his delicious body heat and the smell he had been drowning in with him but he was immediately indemnified for it but the man turning around, giving him a great view on his ass that he massaged, slowly and sensually. With a glance over his shoulder he unerringly reached for the arm rests of the chair and Irvin had to suppress a gasp when he ground his perfect little ass against his inner thighs, brushing against the front of his pants that was growing increasingly too tight. The leer he received told him that the man definitely, definitely knew what he was doing to Irvin, the little shit - Irvin smirked back at him with darkened eyes.
The tension in the air and the tightly coiling arousal in his middle reached the maximum when the stripper leaned back and pressed his backside to Irvin's front, careful to not push his ass directly into Irvin's crotch because that would be too much - he only fed the appetite, he never fulfilled it. That was the whole purpose of this, Irvin perfectly knew that.
The look he received from his dark eyes was electrifying, and the man never stopped looking at him when he slid down Irvin's body, arching off to not touch Irvin's groin with anything, and finished the move by rolling his head over Irvin's lap, making him exhale sharply again. Shit… this man was about the hottest piece of ass he had ever seen.
The song was slowly coming to an end and the stripper grabbed Irvin's ankles, holding onto them when he pushed his ass up (Irvin stared at it, only wanting to reach for it and grope it) before rising up slowly, regaining his full height with the last beat. He took two steps, recaptured the crop he had dropped at some point during his performance, and then turned around to face Irvin. The grin he was receiving was almost disarming because it came unexpected - Irvin noticed that his teeth were nearly perfect.
He also noticed that there were still people around them because they started clapping and whistling, the DJ whooping something into his microphone that he didn't really listened to because the stripper approached him again, tossing his bangs imperiously before reaching for his cravat. Subtle finger loosened it from around his throat without even looking there, his eyes were still fixed on Irvin when he draped the silky fabric around his neck. 'Thanks for the generous tip, Commander.' he said with a smirk and Irvin felt another hot jolt of passion shoot directly to his groin at the word 'Commander'. He smirked right back at the dark-haired man and got up from the chair, hoping that the boner he was most certainly sporting wouldn't be too visible. Luckily he had chosen jeans that didn't fit too tightly and the material was sturdy - maybe he would get away without a smart remark.
He stood at his full height and only saw now how much he towered over the short man, Irvin was at least 2 heads taller than he was. Charming, he thought with a smirk when he straightened his shoulders and saluted perfectly.
"My pleasure, Lance Corporal~ dismissed."
He guessed the show was over, the short man had really given them something to think of for a long time - Irvin most certainly would.
"Che…" He rested the tip of his crop against the strong jaw, tapping it with a bit of sting as warning for the challenging little command. Levi was in charge here and he’d make sure the man understood that clearly. Swinging his short legs over heavy thighs that could probably dent steel, he hooked his arms around Handsome’s neck, hands on each end of the crop and completely trapping him.
Music pumped through the loud speakers, Pony by Ginuwine setting the mood for such a show, but Levi hated the song. He rolled his eyes, but quickly schooled his features into that of a dangerous predator. He knew what he had to do here. The hundred note was still tucked in his shorts, and he was stealing the lap of the man who gave it. He had to make sure this man left the club tonight positively rabid to have more of Levi. It was the least he could do to show his gratitude for such generosity.
Pressing up on his toes, he began rotating his hips over thighs, then rocking side to side in time with the music. Slow, controlled, deliberate. He smirked at Mr. Handsome, leaned in close to his face so they both had no choice but to look down at their laps otherwise stare at each other cross-eyed. He could feel the man’s exhales on his lips, and he licked them subconsciously. Even he was a little mesmerized by how close their groins came to contact whenever he made a circle with his hips. But he knew it wasn’t enough, especially not for him.
He swung his left leg back over so that he stood on the man’s left side, and he trailed the tip of his riding crop along Handsome’s neck. He turned, hips pitching to the left, and bent forward to give the man his own personal display of everything he owned. He sent a sultry look over his shoulder, making sure those eyes were right where he wanted them. As a treat, he reached behind him and gave a hard slap to his left ass cheek, the perfect globe bouncing from the impact. He pitched his hips in the other direction and repeated the action.
Moving to stand in front of him, Levi dropped the crop in favor of resting his hands on jean clad knees. He slid them up warm thighs, bending over while glancing up at that plump bottom lip. The temptation was ungodly. He began retreating his hands that felt small on those legs, meanwhile squatting down in front of Handsome and pushing his legs apart. With a practiced sense of willpower, he kept his eyes from glancing below the waist. He pulled himself up by the hold he had on strong knees and turned slowly, twisting his hips around and raising his arms above his head in a statuesque pose, making sure to show off all his assets. Coming to a stop in front of the spread legs, he backed up and bent his knees, grinding the air right in front of that tempting crotch.
Feeling daring, he glanced back at audience, the only one that mattered, and lightly brushed his ass against that package he just wanted to fondle until Mr. Handsome begged for Levi to put it in his mouth— fuck, he was letting his imagination get ahead of him.
Sucking his lip in between his teeth, he gave one last teasing brush that sent a tingle up Levi’s spine before turning and striking another pose for the older man to eat up. Held it, then nudged long legs to close again so he could straddle them again. This time, he sat fully on Handsome’s lap, not caring if his weight was too much (he knew he was heavier than he looked, but this guy could take it). With slow, careful movements, he reached forward and took hold of large hands. They were warm, and for a moment, he forgot about all the other eyes watching them.
He placed the hands on his hips, smirking at the man. “Keep them there, don’t even think about moving them.” Once he was sure Handsome wouldn’t move them, he began rubbing his ass against muscular thighs. The song would be ending soon, and Levi found himself a little disappointed if he was honest with himself. He’d never given a man this attractive a lap dance before, and probably never would. At least he was enjoying himself.
The Lance Corporal immediately reprimanded him for the audacity of attempting to command him, tapping him with his crop. He reacted with a little jerk of his head and a smirk, exhaling a soft exaggerated moan only for the dark-haired man to hear.
Irvin could feel the man's body heat radiating off him when he moved to stand over him, trapping him with his crop pulled against his neck. He had to admit that it took a little effort to not just grab his hips and make him sit on his lap right away (actually he would prefer there were no clothes between them and people in the room at all) but he managed to keep at his hand where they were. He had put a 100$-note into the boy's pants, he was about to get quite the show, he assumed - so he decided to see what the man had to offer. The short man would most likely be more cooperative if Irvin didn't rile him up right away.
He didn't regret his choice one second. Without any further attempts at taking the control from him the man really pulled out all the stops - and he was indeed worth every single dollar. Everything he did, every movement, every turn, every roll of his body and every circle of his hips cooed 'SEX' right into Irvin's face. He was the impersonation of seduction - and Irvin felt incredibly hot, which was certainly not due to the moderate temperature of the room. He felt the short Coporal's heat scorch him through his clothes additionally, his skin burned wherever the other's body touched him. Whenever the stripper looked straight at him or over a pale shoulder it send hot trembles down his spine - the imperious, arrogant expression wasn't softened by his smirks in the slightest. The man's scent filled his nose the whole time, a heavy cologne (as strippers mostly wore) with a little hint of sweat - which wasn't the slightest bit disgusting, it only made Irvin want to bury his nose in his neck and lick the beads of sweat right off his body.
His eyes were glued to the man's body the whole time, he swallowed when the Lance Corporal stood next to him and slapped his perfect tight little ass - he yearned to grab the deliciously shaped cheeks and squeeze them, which made him smirk. This small man here really knew how to do it - Irvin was genuinely impressed. And seriously turned on by the things the dark-haired man did.
And he continued to be just that. He watched the Lance Corporal spread his legs, the touch of his hands scorching his skin right again, and he got quite the eyeful when the man rotated his hips right in front of his crotch. He even went so far as to brush his sweet little ass against Irvin's most private part, just a little bit as if it had been a coincidence - which it totally wasn't Irvin knew that only too well. The little shit, he thought while heat rushed down to his groin, his body finally reacting to the visible and tangible stimulation. He was suddenly glad that he was wearing jeans, him getting a little hard wouldn't be too visible through the sturdy material - and getting a little hard seemed unavoidable with all the effort the short man was making to turn him on.
When the man actually sat down on Irvin's thighs he was surprised about his weight, he was indeed heavier than he looked - but then again he was only skin, muscles and bones and the latter two were the ones that really weighed something so he should have expected that. He looked at him, locking his gaze on his when the short man reached for his hands and put them on his hips. The heat of the man's body was delicious and the smooth, sweaty skin felt fantastic underneath his fingers, he wanted nothing more than to touch him, slide his hands along the pretty, muscular body - but the short man was having none of that. The authoritative voice vibrated in the little space that separated them and Irvin could feel his hot breath, smell the hint of mint of freshly brushed teeth on it, and suddenly kissing him was one of the top things on his wish list. Damn it, this small man really knew how to turn one's head.
He obeyed, keeping his hands at the narrow hips when the stripper started moving on his lap, rubbing his firm ass against his thighs and it took Irvin all his willpower to swallow a moan that was building in his throat. He looked straight at the dark-haired man, smirking at him while more blood rushed to his groin - the state of being just a little hard was reached now. Or maybe he was already past being only a little hard.
"Scared I might do something you like? Or do I just need to tip you more?", he asked him, keeping his voice low and secretive while he dug his fingertips into the man's flesh, nowhere near hard enough to bruise but enough to make him feel them on the gentle curve of his ass.
Still leaning against the stage with his legs nonchalantly crossed at the ankle was grinning broadly when the short stripper went over to their table to try giving Nile a lap dance. An 'offensive maneuver'… oh yes, that was a good term for that. He did, mostly like everybody else in the room, have his eyes glued to the dark-haired man's ass when he strode by, taking imperious steady steps while he was twirling his crop in his hand. The pretty muscles in his shoulders and thighs worked when he moved and Irvin unconsciously ran his tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it in with his teeth just a little bit, watching the man in fascination. He was without any doubt a professional, Irvin was sure he could deal with the refusal and turn it around to be beneficial of his shown.
And oh YES he did. Nile's refusal didn't confound him at all, he made sure to make the man surrender to him even if he didn't get to sit down on his lap. Brilliant, Irvin had to admit that. Seeing the Lance Corporal whip his crop onto their table and startle Nile to the point where he willingly called the short man 'sir' was extraordinary. The stripper didn't even need to touch or show anything, he had men do what he wanted just by… being there, being sassy and imperious and just plain a bratty little shit. Irvin simply loved it - and he sure as hell wasn't the only one in the room who wouldn't mind at all having the short man in his bed.
Expecting the short man to turn his attention to somebody else in the room, as Irvin had given him free choice on whom he wanted to give his lap dance to in the likely case of Nile's refusal, he was very surprised when the short man actually fixed him with his eyes and raised his hand to beckon him forward with a finger. He arched his eyebrows, glancing over his shoulder to see if there was somebody else he was gesturing at, but there only was the stage - the Lance Corporal obviously beckoned him.
He contemplated the offer for a second, hesitated a long moment. His also being interested in men wasn't a secret he necessarily strongly harbored but neither was it something he was very open with. Mike knew about it, Nile didn't. But considering the rather drunken state the man was in Irvin doubted that Nile would be able to recall much of this the next morning - so he did the dark-haired stripper a favour and lazily pushed away from the stage to walk over to the chair he was standing next to. Being turned down yet again, and by the person having paid him, wasn't a nice thing - and of course Irvin didn't mind having him on his lap for a while. He couldn't deny that he found the man smoking hot - this would be something enjoyable.
He kept his gaze fixed on him when he strolled over to him, taking in the hand that rested on his slightly pushed-out hip and the leg that was propped up on the tip of his boot. His narrow eyes were fixed on Irvin, too, his gaze imperious and haughty and he felt as if the Lance Corporal was looking down on him from above even though he was at least two heads smaller than Irvin was. Had he already mentioned that he had always loved people being a lot shorter than he was? If not, he was remembered of it now that he was walking there, the crowd cheering and the DJ babbling something over the blaring music. He was actually excited about this - he wondered if the man would allow Irvin to touch him. He knew the rules, even though he would receive the lap dance it would all be to the stripper's conditions, he would be the one to dictate things.
He reached the stripper and cocked his head to the side, smirking at him before sitting down on the chair, leaning back against the backrest and patting his thighs his the flats of his hands.
"Come on up, then.", he challenged him, still smirking at the short man. He had the feeling that this was going to be fun.
He spat into the sink, rinsing his mouth out of toothpaste. He always preferred greeting paying customers with white teeth and fresh breath, an idea he got when he first started. Good tips keep coming as long as you don’t gross out the perverts watching you.
'The Lance Corporal', Irvin thought with the corners of his mouth curling upwards. Sounded like… a military thing, probably a tall (he thought the small-comment was some kind of insider-joke that he didn't get as he wasn't a regular customer here), very well-built bloke with a sergeant-uniform and a funny hat. Probably an undercut like Irvin's own even though the stripper's hair was most likely mussed up carefully, making it just unruly enough to look deliberately done so. He had been to some strip clubs already, in his 37 years.
And he had never been so wrong.
When the stripper entered the stage Irvin was really surprised to really see a rather short man - he was right about the uniform-styled clothes. But no funny hat, he wore a white cravat and had crop with him instead. And Irvin had been right on the undercut - even though the dark hair was not mussed up, it was neatly arranged in a side parting. He was unable to guess the age of the man, he could have been 18 or 28, it all disappeared in the red light the staged was bathed in. He could only state that he was fairly handsome, his by eye-liner accentuated eyes were remarkably narrow and his features on the soft side.
He was really short, Irvin had to repeat for himself, and slender - and the moment he started moving it became obvious that there were pretty lithe muscles strapped to his bones, about everywhere on his flexible body.
Only a few seconds into the man's show Irvin understood why there had been a crowd coming in just to too this. That small man in this rather tasteless military-costume (even though he had to admit that it was kind of hot, especially that white cravat) easily had the attention of the whole room. Irvin's eye were following every movement, from his sassy hitting the stage with the crop to the well-trained showing his clothed backside to the audience, with a look of his face that clearly said 'look what I've got, and you'll never have it', to his discarding his coat at the back of the stage. His eyes followed the crop when it ran along his body, watched the pretty muscles flex in his body when he rolled it. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth when the young man touched his body, teasing his pale hands along his body, to his groin and thighs. Irvin was transfixed, his lips lightly open when he watched the lance corporal with fascination, loving every second of the show.
The man tore off his pants and continued his teasing display in tight black hot pants, turning to show his tight little ass to the cheering crowd - Irvin knew that he wouldn't take everything off, the man was too classy for that. He didn't need to, he was the hottest thing in this room (if not even in the vast periphery) in his cravat, the hot pants and the boots - Irvin bet that every gay or bisexual man in this room just wished to have him on all fours, that tight firm ass raised in the air to be exploited for their pleasure. Irvin wished for that, he was honest.
The man looked straight at their table, over his shoulder, the lithe muscles in his back flexed until he rolled his head and swayed his hips from side to side while he slowly descended into a crouch with his knees spread. Irvin watched the muscles in his thighs work until he was in a perfect crouch, arching his back and looking at the crowd again over his shoulder. His eyes were heated and a small knowing smile flittered across his face when he closed his knees and stood up slowly, sticking his perfect little ass out seductively when he stood slightly bend over at the waist and tossed his bangs imperiously before spinning around to face the crowd again.
Irvin let out a breath he had been holding during that last bit of the man's show, shifting a little on his chair because his trousers seemed a little tighter all of a sudden. Wow. That man… really knew how to keep the crowd wrapped around his finger. And he wasn't done yet, Irvin could tell. He had been keeping away from people's reach up to now but he soon changed that, started playing with the people close to the stage and of course received generous tips for his efforts. Irvin could only say that he deserved about every dollar he received, he was just plain fantastic.
Smirking slightly he threw a glance at Nile and Mike, seeing that they were both watching the show with a lot of interest. He knew that none of them was gay, Nile not even in the slightest as he was going to get married to a nice woman named Mary the next day, but they were staring unabashedly at the short Lance Corporal, as well. His smirk growing wider he stood up from his chair and approached the stage, reaching into his jacket to pull a note from the bundle he kept in the inside pocket. He fixed his gaze on the dancing young man until he had his attention (he had noticed the man look at their table before) and raised the 100$-note, waiting for him to make his way over to him. He did, after another seductive roll of his stomach he strode over to him, his steps imperious while he swayed his hips with each step. Irvin smirked up at him until the man squatted down on one knee, presenting his hip for him to tuck the note into the waistband. His features set into an authoritative expression he looked at Irvin, his narrow eyes burning themselves into Irvin's when they locked gazes. He reached out with his free hand to reach for the silk cravat around the short man's neck, wrapping the fine cloth around his fingers to gently pull him a little closer while he tucked the note into the waist band of his hot pants. Feeling the heat of his body and the softness of his slightly sweaty skin he addressed him - he had pulled him a little closer for that reason only.
"Would you give the black-haired man at my table a lap dance?" He paused slightly to briefly gesture at his table from where Nile and Mike stared at them curiously. Shifting his attention back to the Lance Corporal, who was still fairly handsome from close up, he smiled up at him. "In the case of his refusal, which most likely is going to be the case because he's getting married tomorrow, you pick somebody else to give the lap dance to." He let go of him then, not wanting to seem grabby or overly intrusive - he knew the rules and would never offend somebody by violating them. He smiled while he waited for the man to make his decision, even though he thought that the man couldn't turn him down with the generous tip he had given.
"Yes we are, Nile. We've see so many naked woman tonight, a change of scenery might be nice."
The black-haired man stared at the neon writing above the bar's entrance, his eyes flittering over 'Wangs of Freedom' which was the bar's name. And the silhouette next to the letters didn't leave any room for doubts about the gender of the people stripping in there.
Nile grinned at them lopsidedly, the man had had way too much alcohol already - but it was alright, you could very well be ridiculously drunk at your stag party. As long as you had people with you who were sober enough to take you home at the end of the night. And Mike and Irvin were - well, Irvin was, Mike had also drank more than he would usually have, but he wasn't anywhere near as wasted as Nile obviously was.
Which was the actual reason for them contemplating to go into a male strip bar. They both knew Nile and how grabby he could get when he was really drunk - and there wouldn't be much to grab for a heterosexual man in a gay club. And they could have fun in there anyway - so they would totally drag their friend into the 'Wangs of Freedom'. Irvin had never been in there before but the bar had been recommended to him so he was willing to give it a try. He was the only one who would really have something to look at in this club as he liked woman as well as men - but this wasn't the main focus, they were out that night to give Nile one hell of a stag party. And so far things were going really well.
"Oooookay le's do thisss!", Nile drawled and snapped Irvin out of his thoughts, surprising him with drunken but genuine enthusiasm.
Irvin grinned and then nodded at Mike, they made their way over to the entrance of the club together. That was going to be fun~ Mary would laugh so much when she ever heard about this.
As it was already 3 on a Friday night the bar was still full but not annoyingly packed, they could still walk undisturbed and they even found a table close to the stage. Irvin swept the room with his eyes and found that he liked it, the lights were down low and the furniture was modern - the club did appear to be freshly renovated. It was clean, too, even though it was already so late. Irvin liked it - especially the pictures of naked men decorating the walls.
They ordered drinks from a cute blond waiter who wore a tight shirt, hot pants and low boots - all in all a very nice sight. It seemed that they had just entered between two performances, music was playing at a high volume that wasn't too intruding, they could still talk without screaming at each other.
By the time their drinks arrived Irvin noticed that the club was getting more crowded, all tables were already taken and there were actually people lining the walls. It seemed that they were about to see something really good if so many people were coming in to see it. Irvin was excited to see it, too - he bent over to talk to Nile.
"I think there's something cool coming up, look at all those people."
The black-haired man looked around himself slowly, shrugging. "It's a dude takin' 'is clothes off… d'you think they'll not ssshow me their junk if I tip 'em well…?"
Irvin laughed at that and was about to retort something when the music suddenly changed, the red lights flared up and directed their light cones onto the stage. He directed his attention to the stage, excited to see who would be coming to the stage.
Send me ‘Smooch’ and my character will kiss yours.
Levi was standing on a stool, restacking books on his top shelf. He really hated having to be on the raised surface, but without it he’d never achieve the level of organisation he needed in his office. With the last book in it’s place he turned only to look right into Erwin’s face.
"Commander, I didn’t hear you come in." He covered the shock in his voice with the usual dull tone, but when he noticed the smirk on Erwin’s face, his eyes narrowed.
Before Erwin could make the comment on the stool Levi could see on the tip of his tongue, Levi pulled him forward, pressing his lips to the elder man’s.
Perhaps the one upside to this stool was that it put him right at eye level with Erwin, and neither had to bend or stretch upwards as lips met lips and tongue danced with tongue.
Almost compulsively, Levi organised his desk as Irvin looked through the files. In his work earlier, feather pens had been left out of their holder, stray papers needed to be returned to piles.
"Prolific work, as always. I don’t think I’d ever manage to devote an entire day to paperwork, I’d likely go insane." Perhaps a bit of an exaggeration, but Levi really couldn’t see how Irvin got through the mounds of paper brought to him.
Slowly, Levi leant into Irvin’s touch, chuckling softly at the kiss to his head. Not ten minutes in and the man was already taking advantage of the height difference he’d regained.
A thoughtful hum escaped him and Levi nodded, “There’s not much left for me here, I have a couple of journal entries to complete, and a stack of letters to be mailed. Otherwise, I’m just going to tidy up, my office has been a little out of order lately.”
A bit of realisation dawned in his eyes before he smirked lightly, looking to the side, “Unless, of course, you’d prefer I left the reorganising for another time.”
Irvin chuckled upon hearing the man's doubts of him being able to spend a whole day at his desk. He probably could but it wasn't so much Levi's nature to do that. While Irvin could certainly think of more pleasurable things than doing paperwork for the whole day he did it often and he did it deligently. The worst part was when the stack were growing and growing and he had so many other things to take care of that he got behind his schedule. He really tried avoiding that.
"It takes some time getting used to but I don't mind, it's not so bad." He hadn't always been commander, he did have to work his way into being able to do the paperwork with the efficiency he did it with these days.
Reveling in the way Levi leaned into his touch his face lit up when he had his supicions about Levi not having too much to do anymore confirmed. The realization in Levi's eyes didn't go by unnoticed and Irvin mirrored his light smirk, knowing Levi and him and were on the same page. He smiled at the man and placed his fingers at his chin, turning his head back and upwards so he could look into the dark-blue eyes.
"I'd indeed prefer that. We could actually spend some free time together tonight - which I would be looking forward to greatly."
Levi pulled the black jacket over his shoulders, fixing his cravat in the mirror and righting a stray strand of hair. It wasn’t often that he dressed in civilian clothes, but tonight was a different story.
A knock at the door drew him away from his musing, and he scolded himself internally for preening like some young girl as he opened the door, “Good evening, Irvin.”
Irvin’s outfit surprised Levi. Though he knew they’d both choose civilian clothes for this outing, seeing Irvin in anything other than his uniform caught Levi off guard. Not to mention, the outfit he had chosen looked absolutely stunning on him. As a side note to himself, Levi decided to buy the man a long coat for Christmas, they cut a good figure for him.
It took him a moment to find his manners and his voice again, and he inwardly cursed himself for falling into this nearly every time. Such a nervous state of mind wasn’t fitting for him. But soon enough, he could return the smile with a small one of his own.
"I could certainly say the same and more for you." He nodded, "Yes, I shouldn’t need a heavier jacket than this yet. Any later in the year and I’d be needing the thicker one, but this should do just fine." Levi spoke from experience concerning the weather. While he tended to prefer the cold to the heat, it didn’t treat him kindly.
"So, you never did tell me where we were going tonight? Is it still a surprise?"
Seeing the corporal return his smile made his own brighten, he appreciated every single little smile he got from the shorter man because they were so rare - and therefore to be treasured.
He nodded, if Levi didn’t think he would need a coat then he probably wouldn’t, the man knew the trickiness of autumn where it could really turn icy every night. And he was getting cold anyway Irvin could still supply him with his loat coat - he rarely got cold himself.
Stepping aside to let Levi leave his room and close the door behind him they soon walked side by side, leaving the temporary quarters they were staying at while they were here in the capital. They were here for business, mostly, but being in the capital practically called for spending some time actually enjoying the things they didn’t have when being out in their headquarter. Like restaurants, bars, hotels, parks…
Trust Levi to ask him about their schedule, unable to just let it happen - he smiled and brushed his hand against the shorter man’s.
"We’re going to a restaurant first, I can already tell you that."
A nice change to the food they usually got - stuff that was supposed to keep them fed and supply them with the required energy to get them through their training and work. Eating fine food at a restaurant was completely different.
He led Levi to the restaurant he had picked, knowing they served great food. Entering the room he held the door open for Levi and asked the waitress for their table which he had reserved in advance.
They were soon seated at a table in the back of the restaurant, a little secluded so they were mostly undisturbed. While he didn’t think that people would recognize them, dressed like they were, but he didn’t want to take his chances. Knowing that Levi hated crowds and having attention drawn to him he had decided on activities that would only include the two of them, for once. That was what this night was all about, quality time for only the two of them.
Reading through the menue he had soon decided on fish, now he was smiling at Levi.
"Did something catch your interest? Would you like to share a bottle of wine?"
He never drank excessively but he appreciated a glass of wine or two when it was on appropriate occasions.
Before he began walking down the hallway, Levi checked his door, and then checked it again. An old habit from living in the slums, he knew it was unnecessary here, but couldn’t seem to shake it. Once the task was completed, he fell into step beside Irvin.
When Irvin’s hand touched his own, his first reaction was to recoil, but he suppressed it. Irvin wasn’t going to hurt him, and he welcomed physical assurances, it just took a bit of willpower to get over his old anxieties. With the same small smile he twisted his hand to run his fingers across Irvin’s palm.
"Mm. Sounds exciting. A change from what we’re used to, hmm?"
While Levi never complained about the food the Legion survived on, he knew it was sub-par compared to the food back here in the Capital. He’d never been one to judge, though, coming from a background where meals were hard earned, if they weren’t stolen.
The atmosphere of the restaurant they entered was calming, lights down low. It was also comfortably quiet, the kind that spoke of intimate conversations without ears leaning over the edge to catch a bit of gossip.
Once he was seated, Levi began to look over the menu, noting that quite a few dishes he was unsure of the contents and expressly avoiding those. In the end, he picked a simple steak, knowing that a place like this would serve it cooked very bloodily as a lower level establishment wouldn’t.
Grey eyes flicked up from the menu to meet blue as he nodded, “Yes, though it took me a bit of thought.” Another nod came in response to Irvin’s question, “I’d love to, it’s an indulgence we don’t often have time to spare for on the road.”
He smiled at the dark-haired man before sweeping the room with his eyes, trying to find the waitress that had showed them their table.
"Do you want me to pick one? Any preferences concerning the choice of wine?"
They had known each other for quite some time but somehow they had never drunk wine together. He'd say Levi was more the red-wine-type, but as Levi never failed to surprise him he just couldn't tell. He probably wouldn't go for anything too sweet.
"And which dish did you pick?", he continued, signaling the waitress that they wanted to order when his gaze met hers.
send me a ‘shh’ for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.
In most any other situation, Levi would not have been caught off guard by the hand on his thigh, creeping upwards and inwards.
However, this particular situation happened to be an officer’s meeting of all three branches of the military. And Erwin didn’t seem to think anything was wrong.
Levi was tense, trying his damnedest to ignore the hand getting ever closer to dangerous territory, until finally they adjourned the meeting and Levi let out a sigh, grabbing Erwin’s hand in his own, “I swear to God, Erwin, you’re going to get me killed.”
Irvin’s hands against his were warm, as they always were. They were shaped quite differently, too, but nonetheless the two hands slotted together nicely and Levi returned the act of entwining fingers.
"Well, I certainly know which option is more interesting."
The smile on Irvin’s face caught him off guard, as he wasn’t sure what the reasoning behind it was, but he let the worry go. Whatever it was, seeing Irvin somewhat happy calmed him.
A small smile of thanks pulled up the corners of his lips as Irvin righted his cravat. It had probably shifted when he was nodding off, or when he’d tensed his posture earlier.
"Someone explain to me why the fuck we have to listen to them talk about elections when we’re never home to vote?" Levi’s aggravation showed in his lapse in carefully masked slum dialect. The hand being replaced on his thigh, however, had him smirking.
"Perhaps I might. It will be a good test of my self-control."
Irvin didn’t miss the slight lapse in the man’s way of speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched at the swearword. It was always refreshing to hear the man talk like that. If anything, Levi was frank - and that showed in his language, especially when he was agitated.
"Because they want to make us believe that this is democracy?", he offered, his tone might have turned a slight little bit towards sarcastic at the last word.
He squeezed his corporal’s thigh and leaned towards him, nipping at his ear before speaking into it lowly.
"Is that a challenge?"
Trust Levi to make almost everything a challenge - Irvin was always up to one.
If there was one thing Levi knew that Irvin found amusing, it was his lapses in control of his dialect. Every time it happened, there was that same little smile, or smirk, he could never tell. But it had stopped bothering Levi when he began to trust Irvin more.
"Democracy, yes of course. The perfect form of democracy, called corruption." His words were spoken softly, but there was an age-old distaste behind them.
The muscles in Levi’s thigh subconsciously flexed under Irvin’s hand, breath coming in through his nose, “Of course, do you think you can live up to it?”
The distaste in the man's words was so plain obvious to Irvin's ears that he didn't know if Levi was even trying to bite back on it. He knew about Levi's attitude towards the brass, he didn't need to hide it - Irvin mirrored his opinion up to a certain extent.
The flexing in the man's thigh didn't go by unnoticed, of course not. Having dealt with Levi for quite a few years already he knew about the importance of paying attention to little things, Levi was never extensive with gestures or words. It took some time learning to read him but Irvin was doing a decent job, the man's trust and affection towards certainly assured him.
The corners of his mouth twitched again when his question was answered by a question of Levi's own - it was so Levi to do that. He bent his neck to kiss Levi's throat, graze his teeth against the smooth skin.
"I certainly am."
Hearing noise in the corridor outside the room Irvin leaned back, smiling at Levi when he did so, and turned his attention back to the meeting that proceeded a few minutes later.
Knowing that the man expected his touch he kept Levi waiting, not even sparing hin a glance. He contempleted not not touching him at all, just to see if Levi would show any signs of annoyance or impatience at some point - but he knew that this would be a fruitless attempt. Levi would probably rather eat glass then let something like this on for Irvin to see. So he decided to do what was expected of him, discreetly placing his hand on Levi's thigh under the table. He pushed his hand between the man's legs and squeezed the inside of his thigh. He hadn't chosen that spot indeliberately, knowing that he was touching an area that he liked marking very much, just like he had done the night before.
Disclaimer: Characters unfortunately aren’t mine, therefore no money-making~ XDDD
Notes: It's my contribution to shiny-metal-wings' Secret Santa activity on tumblr! * 3 *
I'm the-intelligent-blonde's Secret Santa and I wrote her a little something centering Eren Jäger and Armin Arlert! Here you go girl, I hope you enjoy it! <3
Summary: Eren is depressed about Christmas, his friend Armin's being with him and cheering him up the only thing to lighten his mood.
Songs I heard while writing the story:
Rapture [Avicii New Generation Mix] - Nadia Ali
Have fun reading! <3
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He hated Christmas.
"Is there something else you would like?"
He absolutely hated Christmas.
"Anything else?"
There was nothing that he hated more than Christmas.
"What do you want?"
He closed his eyes and silently counted backwards from ten to zero when another family entered the store, bracing himself for another cascade of beverages being ordered. Hot chocolate for the kids, coffee for the parents, cinnamon rolls and cheesecake to eat with it. Low-fat milk for mommy. Extra espresso-shot for daddy. Extra cream for the kids. To go. Paid with his credit card. The names, Petra, Auruo, Susie and Danny. Have a great day.
He glanced at the clock and inwardly groaned, he had another three hours to go until the end of his shift. And it was only five, the evening rush would just begin in another hour. Fuck people and their need to stop by this shop on their way home from Christmas-shopping. Or before it. Or in between. Or ALL THREE. This shop was greatly located, on the ground floor of a huge shopping center... they were busy throughout the whole year, but it got especially crazy around Christmas - and Christmas was still a few more days to go. A few days of craziness ahead… he had experienced its horror last year, as well, only then he had been rather new and it hadn't been as bothersome. Today, after almost one and a half years of working here part-time, full-time during the holidays to get more money, he was more than a little fed up with it all. It unnerved him, coffee unnerved him, PEOPLE unnerved him the most. He hated about everyone who entered this shop while was manning the counter - but it helped pay his bills which was the one and only reason he still worked there.
When the store's bells chimed again he glared up at the door darkly, desiring to kill the person entering and wanting to order with his stare alone - but his face instantly lit up when he recognized the young man.
"Wow, Eren, don't you look enthusiastic. If I didn't know you I'd back right out of here right now."
He heard Sasha sigh from somewhere behind him and threw her a glance over his shoulder, his coworker was just fixing Susie's and Danny's hot chocolates and gazing pleadingly at the blond young man.
"Save us, Armin, he's in a particularly foul mood today."
"Don't get how you can still be cheerful. I want to strangle the next person who asks 'What do you need my name for?', just give me the fucking name so I can write it on the fucking cup."
He heard Armin laugh softly and turned his head to look at him, unable to help feeling a little better when he took in the bright blue eyes, the smile turning his lips upwards.
"Oh oh, I think he's really pissed. Can I take him on a short break? You might want to give him a few minutes to prevent a murder here."
Sasha flipped him off, waving her hand in the back door's direction.
"Take him, he's not of much use like that anyway. He's scaring off the customers."
Eren groaned when Sasha passed the drinks to Christa, the third one behind the counter, who put huge amounts or cream onto the kid's hot chocolates and actually walked around the counter to give the drinks to the kids directly, smiling cheerfully at them and asking them what they expected to get from Santa. Petra smiled appreciatingly at her while Auruo threw Eren a look that he found, almost, intimidating.
"They could just not come, I wouldn't have to scare them off, then.", he mumbled to himself as he took off his apron and rounded the counter to grab Armin's wrist, pulling the blond along with him. His friend smiled and waved at the two girls, saying: "I'll try my best to restore his morale.", to which he only replied "Impossible." before the back room door closed behind them.
Eren lead Armin to the store room, grabbing a bottle of coke from the refrigerator where the employees could take free drinks from and hopped onto one off the many stacks of boxes to sit on it. He exhaled a frustrated breath and opened the bottle while Armin closed the door behind them and came over to him, choosing to lean against another stack of boxes next to him. Blue eyes looked at him and Eren took a sip of the cool beverage, offering the bottle to his friend.
"What happened?", Armin asked him while he accepted the bottle, taking a sip from it as well before handing it back.
Eren sighed and lifted the bottle to his lips, throwing his friend a glance.
"Christmas happened, that's all."
Armin nodded, turning around to lean with his elbows onto a protruding box. "Store's all busy busy again?"
Eren nodded, rolling the bottle between his palms while knitting his brows together.
"Yeah, but it's always busy, it's not only that."
"What is it, then?"
He sighed again and took another sip of the coke, handing the bottle over to Armin again afterwards.
"It's… people. Stressed people running around like they're chased, trying to buy presents like it was the most important thing in the world… the damn music all around, it's driving me nuts. Being stressed makes them rude and absent-minded when ordering and it's all just so fucking annoying, really, Armin, I'm going crazy. I'll be so happy when it's all over. …and on top of that I just hate Christmas in general."
It was Armin's turn to sigh and Eren knew that Armin knew where the conversation was heading when the blue eyes were overshadowed by sadness. "Eren…" The blond moved to stand in front of him, between his legs, and Eren just dipped forward slightly to place his forehead on his friend's shoulder.
"I know… I know.", the blond said, the sadness also settling in his voice when he leaned in to hug Eren, sliding a hand up to his neck to stroke his hair. The gesture was a welcomed one and Eren closed his eyes, putting an arm around Armin' waist while the other hand held the open bottle. Armin's fingers threaded into his hair, curling in the dark-brown strands and Eren sighed, not minding the gentle caress at all. Coming from Armin it was calming, comforting, because he knew that his friend knew and understood him. They didn't have to talk much about it, Armin was empathic enough to understand most things without Eren having to spell them for him. That's why they were best friends.
Armin leaned his head against Eren's for a little while and he felt his aggression fade little by little, the blond's presence always did that for him. They had known each other for so long, had gone to school together and were now at the same college, they were perfectly synchronized.
"You know… the offer still stands, we would be happy to have you over.", Armin said, his voice a little hesitant because he knew about the delicacy of this subject.
Eren sighed and leaned back, making Armin drop his hands to rest on Eren's thighs while they looked at each other.
"I know. But it's not my place to be there. Christmas is about family, and I'm not part of yours." As much as he would love for that to be the case, it just wasn't. And he would feel awkwardly out of place sitting between Armin and his grandfather, watching his parents and his little sister share out presents. No… just no.
Armin looked at him, the sadness heavy in his eyes and he shrugged a little helplessly.
"I'd love you to be there, Eren…"
He wedged up a smile and motioned Armin to step back to hop off the stack of boxes, landing on his feet in front of his friend.
"Thank you, Armin… but I really shouldn't. You spend a great evening with your family. I have to work until 4 anyway… and afterwards I'll just watch Hannibal all over again, I'll be fine." And he'd probably envy the food presented in the series even though he knew the psychopath consumed human meat exclusively.
Armin smiled sadly but nodded, declining the bottle when he was offered another sip.
"No, thanks. Watching Hannibal again does sound good, though."
He smiled for real this time, they had enjoyed watching the series way too much. They had mostly done it together, watching an episode to distract themselves from the exams they were studying for. Eren had been happy to have Armin study with him, watching a series in between sessions had been great to give themselves something to look forward to. It was the best strategy Armin had come up with to get Eren to study. And it had paid off, he had a good feeling about his exams.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to watching it again.", Eren said, taking another sip of his coke.
"I can imagine. I might do that, too, I suppose there were so many details that we missed while watching it for the first time."
Eren nodded, glad to have the subject changed for now. While he was sure that it would come up again until this damn holiday was over he didn't think Armin would try to talk to him about again today. He leaned against the stack of boxes and cocked his head to the side.
"What are you up to? Did you just pass by and decided to help me kill some time?"
Armin laughed, the sadness mostly gone from his eyes and voice.
"Basically, yes. And to keep you from murdering Sasha, I still need her in math's classes."
"No, she needs YOU, not the other way round.", Eren snorted and rummaged through one of the boxes, getting a few wrapped stacks of napkins. They had been low on them when he had left for his short break and as he was already here he could as well take some napkins to the front to refill the containers.
"It's not entirely altruistic, by explaining things to her I memorize them better, as well. We're mutually using each other so that's fine."
Eren laughed and then jerked his head in the direction of the door.
"I should go back… mind holding the door open for me?"
Armin did so and they made their way back into the store together, Eren already groaning when he saw the line that had formed in front of the counter. He turned to Armin and rolled his eyes at him, setting the stacks of napkins down at the far end of the counter to join his coworkers behind it.
"Gotta work, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeah, see you!"
The blond smiled encouragingly at him and waved before he left while Eren went back to man the register. He didn't feel much better than before but seeing Armin had calmed a little, maybe it was going to get him through his shift. Only a few more days... a few days...
He just fucking hated Christmas.
~*~
"I'm not in the mood to go home tomorrow… seein' my family is fine but urgh, all the meeting ups… but I guess presents is a great recompense."
"Yeah, I totally expect to get the latest Samsung tablet. That's worth showing up at home for a few days."
"When will you be back? There's a new year's party here, I think of coming back for that one."
"Really? Sounds good, I'll think of coming back as well!"
"We should keep in touch, maybe we could…"
The two girl's voices faded when they left the college's library and Eren glared at their back's, opening his bag more forcefully than he would usually have to take out the books he needed to return.
It was the last day of classes before the holidays and the feeling of general decampment was in the air, people were packing up their bags for going home to their families for Christmas holidays. Eren's ears were hearing the words 'presents' and 'family gatherings' and 'huge dinner' and 'great presents' all over - and he just wanted them to shut the hell up. Christmas was ever year, why talk about it as if it was a once in a lifetime experience...? I made him sick. Especially people who were all like: Fuck the family gathering, I just want my presents! Fuck people for nor appreciating what they had.
He returned his books at the old librarian' desk and only grimaced at her when she wished him a happy Christmas, turning on his heel to leave the library. He just wanted to go home, curling up in his bed for a few hours until he had to go to work. Putting in his ipod's earplugs to drown out the noises of his roommate Reiner's TV and just relaxing for some time.
"Eren! Hey, Eren!"
He looked up and smiled when he saw Armin walking up the corridor toward him, a huge pile of books balanced in his hands. Eren moved towards him, already grabbing for some of the books before saying: "Need help?"
Armin beamed at him and let him take the majority of his books, grabbing the rest of them securely between his hands.
"Thanks, Eren! I have no idea how I ended up borrowing so many books from there...!"
He just snorted, walking side by side with Armin back to the library where the blond obviously planned to give the books back.
"You always hoard books when you're studying, Armin." He was a very diligent student and liked to have all means available to go as deep into a topic as it was possible. Eren found it equally admirable and creepy.
The blond laughed a little sheepishly when they entered the library, getting in the short line that had formed in front of the librarian's desk.
"Ahhhhaha, yes… maybe you're right…!"
Eren carried his share of the books for his friend until they could set them down on the woman's desk for her to delete them from Armin's account. After she wished them a happy Christmas (Eren nearly gagged) they moved away from the desk, Eren planning to head for the library's doors again. Armin however seemed to have other plans, making that clear when pointing towards the back of the library.
"Come with me for a second? I want to get a book for the holidays."
Eren frowned but went with him, shaking his head a little.
"I hope it's not something study-relevant, Armin."
The blond laughed and looked at him, blue eyes brightly shining. Eren had always thought his eyes to be fascinating.
"No Eren, I'm actually getting a book I want to read for enjoyment-reasons."
"Relieving thought."
Armin elbowed him lightly and they walked on, towards the section of the 19th century's literature.
The further they advanced into the building the fewer people they met, people were intent on returning their books instead of searching for new ones. Armin might be one of very few people to actually took books home for reading because he was interested in literature.
Armin turned right into one of the many aisles and Eren followed him, pushing his hands into his pockets while moving his eyes over the endless spines of books presented here. He wasn't the book-type, not at all. He wasn't the type for anything, really, he didn't like playing games at the computer, either. He just wanted to be left alone in his free time, mostly, or spend it with Armin and a few other friends. He wasn't an overly social person and the last thing he wanted after a day of college or a busy shift at Starbuck's was meeting up with friends, chatting and partying with them. Armin was a different matter, though. The blond sometimes came over just to keep him company, tending to his own business while he listened to music or did homework or folded the clothes he had washed. They also watched series together, lazing around on Eren's bed and talking about what they were watching. Or he went over to Armin's place and did some things there, Eren liked Armin's place and his family. He just didn't feel comfortable spending Christmas with them.
"Ahhh here it is~"
Eren looked up when he heard Armin's happy exclamation to see the blond extract a thick book from a shelf, looking down at it fondly. "Great, that'll get me through Christmas, at least."
Eren cocked his head to the side, he highly doubted it. Armin went through books like he was just flipping through them, his speed was almost scary. He'd finish that tome in two days if he got time for reading. Christmas was only two days ahead and Eren was sure that Armin had stuff to do at home, like decorating the three and things like this. Wrapping presents, too.
"So you're done?"
Armin nodded and Eren turned to leave the aisle when he felt his friend's hand grasp his wrist, stopping him. He turned around and looked at Armin, raising his eyebrows in question. Blue eyes were looking at him from beneath his blond fringe, Eren noticed that Armin's hair had grown quite a lot over time. It had been really long in the beginning of the year, Armin had even started to pin up the blond hair. While his mum had hated it Eren had kinda liked it, in a strange way it had made Armin look more mature than his usual haircut would ever do. It was back to that now and Eren wished he would just grow his hair longer again, wearing it pinned up with a few blond strands surrounding his face.
"You… really are not going to change your mind? About Christmas?"
Eren looked at him and sighed, shaking his head. He felt bad for making Armin look so sad but he couldn't change the way he felt - he just thought that he was better off at home on that day.
"No… really, Armin, it's better that way. Thank you for worrying, but I'll be fine."
It was the blond's turn to sigh and he let go of Eren's wrist, hugging the tome to his chest and biting his lip.
"Okay… yeah sure, you will be."
Armin didn't doubt him, Eren had taken care of himself for years, had spend more than one Christmas alone - he would survive this year, too. Spending it in his room at his shared apartment was a million times better than spending it at the orphanage, at least.
His blond friend let go of the tome with one hand to slip his backpack off one of his shoulders, opening the bag's fly and rummaging through it. "Here…" He pulled something from the bag and Eren's eyes softened considerably when he saw what it was. "No, Armin… you really don't need to give me something…" In the blond's hand was a little wrapped package with Eren's name written neatly onto it and Armin smiled, stepping closer to Eren.
"I know, but I wanted to."
He pressed the little package into Eren's hand and shut his fingers around it, keeping his hand there for a few fleeting seconds. "It's not much but I hope you'll like it, Eren."
About to retort that he would be happy about it no matter what it was, because it was coming from Armin, all coherent thought left him when his blond friend looked left and right and then leaned in, brushing his lips gently against Eren's. "Merry Christmas, Eren…" He murmured close to his face, a blush was creeping into the usually pale cheeks and Eren could only stare, at Armin and his lips when the other had pulled enough far enough for him to see them. What… what…? Blue eyes stared back at him and then Armin suddenly seemed flustered, he fidgeted and started saying something for three times until he just exclaimed "See you!" and stormed past Eren, his backpack almost crashing to the floor because he had forgotten he hadn't shouldered it properly.
Eren turned, blinking slowly and looking after him, trying to catch up with the situation. He stayed in the aisle for another little while, his hand raised to touch his lips - they were still tingling where Armin's had touched them.
When he finally had his stuff together so far that he felt safe leaving the aisle he made his way back to the front, looking left and right but not seeing Armin anywhere. Not getting anything he just went home, curling up in his bed like he had wanted to - and thought about what had happened in the library because it just didn't make any sense to him.
~*~
Soft orchestra music flowed into his ear in the darkness of his room, the throbbing headache that had built up during his ridiculously busy shift was slowly ebbing away. He had muted the music down as much as his portable CD-player could do, needing some kind of background noise but being unable to stand anything loud. He had put in the 'Lord of the rings' soundtrack because he loved listening to that - Armin had burnt the CD for him. Just like he had basically burnt every CD Eren owned, printed out the cover of the CDs and putting it all in cases so it almost looked like Eren actually had the original CDs.
He smiled slightly when he thought about it, Armin was very skilled with computers anyway. Eren handed his laptop over on a regular basis to make Armin improve it, deleting unnecessary things which he had downloaded by accident and checking that everything was fine with the thing. Armin usually downloaded pretty much everything you could get on special websites and made CDs for Eren whenever he as much as mentioned that he liked a song or soundtrack. Same with movies or books, Armin could usually provide him with about everything.
Eren was very very thankful for everything Armin did. They never talked about it but Armin knew that Eren wouldn't be able to afford even half of the things Armin just sneaked him as if it was nothing. He worked at Starbucks to pay for the room he had in this tiny apartment and for food, college and those expenses were covered by a college loan. There just wasn't much more money left after that, making it impossible for Eren to afford new things all the time. Especially expensive things like computers, phones, tablets, iPods and that stuff. He used one of Armin's old phones, back from the times when phones could do little more than call and write texts. It had actual keys, no touch-screen and shit.
He felt bad so often for getting so much from Armin and not being able to give anything back. But Armin always assured him that it was okay, that he didn't mind sharing his things with Eren because he got so much stuff from his parents. They were wealthy, they had a big house and Armin's whole room was full of technical stuff. He owned about three computers and a laptop (he always said that he needed all the data-space he could get because he had so much stuff) and tons of other stuff that Eren hadn't even heard about, his little sister had so many toys that you basically fell over them when you walked around in their house. Eren had to admit that he was sometimes jealous, on top of the money his parents were really great. They gave their children so much and yet neither Armin nor his sister were spoilt at all, Eren had never met a person as selfless and… good as Armin.
And Armin had kissed him today, in the library, in the section for literature of the 19th century.
He closed his eyes and curled up in his blankets even more, shifting around until he was comfortable again.
It had taken him by surprise… and he had to admit that he was confused about it. A lot. They had… never been like that. They had always been friends, spending a lot of time together and confiding things to each other and protecting each other when they had needed to. They had always been close… now that Eren thought about it they had also been rather physical. He had never thought about it much, that they hugged each other and touched each other in subtle ways - but it seemed striking in retrospective.
Armin had never kissed him before, Eren thought and brought his hand up to his lips in the darkness of the room. They had cuddled when watching movies, Eren had put his head on Armin's chest or Eren had played with his hair, little things like that, but never… anything more.
He knew about Armin being gay - but he had never really considered himself to be. Well, he wasn't really anything, if he was being honest, he had kissed a few girls but never done more with one - Armin was the only boy he had physical contact with, though, and even that was only very mild.
It confused him… because he couldn't say that he hadn't liked it. But it was awkward… because it was Armin. He was his best friend, Eren had never seen anything else in him. Thinking that Armin might be (and the kiss in the library indicated that) interested in him, like physically and overall interested in Eren made him feel weird. Not bad, actually, just… weird.
His thoughts had been running around in circles for a while now and he was starting to get tired of it. In the dark he felt for his phone and unlocked the key lock, staring at the little screen. How many times had he picked up his phone with the intention of writing Armin a text…? Countless times, probably. But he just didn't know what to say. Part of him was waiting for Armin to write, to call him, to explain himself - but somehow Eren doubted that his blond friend would do that. He had seemed flustered after kissing him… maybe he was waiting for Eren's reaction… and he didn't know how to act, goddamnit.
Eren groaned in frustration and turned onto his other side, leaving the phone on the mattress. He was confused… and he had never been able to give Armin his present. He had gotten him a little something, too, and he had wanted to stop by his place that night to give it to him - but after the whole thing he hadn't dared to.
He closed his eyes and curled into a tight ball again, intent on just falling asleep. He would have another two busy days at Starbuck's and hopefully we'd have an epiphany in matters with Armin… he nearly started praying for one.
~*~
"Eren, could you quickly give me a hand?"
He was shaken from his thoughts and he blinked, spinning around to see what Sasha needed help with. Seeing her swaying underneath a huge box that really looked heavy he hurried over to her from where he had put chairs upside down on top of tables to clear the floor, taking the box (which was really heavy) from her hands. He received a pat on the back from her and a grateful smile.
"Thanks, brat. Would you just put it in the store room? We're almost done here, too, time to leave soon~"
He nodded and threw a quick glance at the clock before carrying the box into the back of the store. 16:30. They had been really fast today, cleaning up and putting everything away for the evening. It was Christmas eve tonight, they had closed the store at 16:00 and started tidying up immediately, being four people today had helped wrapping things up smoothly. Marco was currently wiping down the counter for a last time and Ymir quickly mobbed the lobby's floor, they would probably be out of here in about 10 minutes.
Eren sighed and put the heavy box down in a corner, straightening up and rolling his shoulders. 10 minutes and then he would have to go home to his empty room. While he was really, really happy that his shift was over and that he didn't have to return here the next day he wasn't really looking forward to having free time, either. He couldn't really do anything with it… all his friends were with their families or loved ones (even Reiner would spend Christmas with his boyfriend) and being poor came with the fact that he didn't have too much entertainment-media at home. He'd probably spend the whole one and a half days in his bed streaming movies and anime on his computer, just to kill the time.
Sighing again he went back to the store's main room to see what still needed to be done but he was just waved off by Sasha.
"Yaay we're done. Christmas-time! Let's go home everyone!"
"Ahh I still have a few minutes until Jean will pick me up!"
"I hope Christa's going to be here soon, my parents are so up-tight and I don't to be late."
"I'll just text Connie to let him know that I'm done, we'll meet at-"
Eren just left the room, retreating into the back of the store to the little locker room because he didn't want to hear it any longer. He hated people being so enthusiastic about Christmas because he didn't have anything to be enthusiastic about. Being alone on Christmas was about the ugliest thing he could think of.
He changed into his normal clothes and left the locker room before any of the others entered, preferring to rummage through his back in search for his portable CD-player in the store room to be spared more talk about how they would all spend their Christmas with their partners. Speaking of that…
He still hadn't talked to Armin. Like at all. Since the rushed 'See you!' at the library after the confusing kiss he hadn't heard a word from the blond - and hadn't gotten round to text or call him, either.
He hated this… and he missed Armin. Not talking to him was awful…
Eren sighed when his fingers hit the little object and he pulled it out of his bag, looking at the green wrapping paper. Green, his favourite. Of course. Armin just knew him so well.
He looked at the little package and turned it over in his hands, wondering what he would find in there. And decided to open it, right there and then. It didn't matter when he opened it, there wouldn't be anyone around to see it. So Eren just hopped onto a stack of boxes and tore the paper off the wrapped object, finding a wooden box and a folded note. Scrunching up the green paper with one hand he turned the little box in his hands, wondering what he would find inside. He decided to read the note first, though, and did so by unfolding it. Recognizing Armin's neat handwriting immediately he read through the lines, quickly getting an idea of what he would find in the box.
'Dear Eren,
I hope you don't mind me putting an end to your using this ancient thing for listening to music, finally. I know you'll probably be sighing right now,' he really was, 'but using an iPod is just so practical. You can store so many songs on it and actually switch back and forth between Lord of the rings and Hannibal without having to think about taking the other CD with you. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind making CDs for you and you can regularly give me the iPod to put new things onto it - but you can rearrange your songs in playlists and shuffle them around like you want to. I know that you know this, just let me try to make you enthusiastic about this thing. The only thing is that you'll have to use iTunes - but don't worry, I'll download and explain it to you the next time I'm over!
Merry Christmas, Eren! :3
PS: Just press the play-button on the iPod!
PSS: I know you love your headphones so I didn't get you new ones but I'll totally sponsor headphones once yours break down! Because headphones should be given together with an iPod~'
Eren just stared at the note and then at the boy in his other hand, closing his eyes. That Armin… he had tried to sneak him such a thing since his birthday (Eren had received another expensive thing from Armin for that day and he had basically forbidden him to just get him one) and had apparently thought of this to be an appropriate occasion. Which it totally wasn't. Those things were shitty expensive… Eren cringed when he thought about it. He wasn't refusing things because he didn't like them, he was refusing them because he felt so bad for just getting them. And Armin had, once again, found a way to give him something where Eren couldn't just give it back. It was Christmas, you just didn't refuse Christmas presents. Especially when it was the only thing he would get. And still…
He hopped off the boxes and rummaged through his bag for his earphones, feeling guilty and bad didn't stop him from following the order that he had been given under PS. He connected the earphones to the little green iPod that he found in the wooden box and pressed play, listening curiously and trying to guess what Armin had put on play for him.
When the music started Eren had to think about where he had heard it before - and when he knew where to place it he couldn't help but smile. It was from a movie that he had watched with Armin recently, late on a Saturday night when Armin had stayed over at his place. They had been really tired from studying and they had actually searched for something to fall asleep to - and had been so absorbed within minutes that they had watched it completely. 'The perks of being a wall flower', that's been the title. It had been terribly touching, delicate topics being approached in an intelligent and thrilling way and high-school-life being portrayed rather vividly at the same time. Eren had loved it, and Armin had too, apparently. He recognized the song because they had talked about it when it had been played in the movie, when the girl and the boy had kissed for the first time. He still remembered the 'awwwww' that Armin hadn't been able to suppress which had made him chuckle, saying something about Armin being a sucker for cute teenage romance things. To which Armin had lightly slapped his arm and laid down to place his head on Eren's chest, shifting closer to him. Eren had started stroking his hair out of reflex, enjoying his friend's presence and warmth, when the blond had spoken again. 'We accept the love we think we deserve… that's some heavy statement.' Eren hadn't really reacted to it because the plot in the movie had taken up speed drastically again… but he remembered it now. And he definitely remembered how comfortable he had been, lying in his bed with Armin close to him.
He always was comfortable around Armin. He liked doing about everything with him… and he had liked that kiss, too. There was no denying it, it had felt good…
"Eren? What are you still doing here? We're all leaving now!"
Eren blinked when he heard a voice intruding his thoughts, realizing that he had been crouching on the store room's floor the whole time. He looked up to see Sasha poking her head into the room and he lightly shook his head, getting up from the floor to gather up his things.
"Yeah… I'm outta here, too."
He left the room with Sasha, saying goodbye to her after closing the shop. The girl smiled at him cheerfully and left for the bus station where she would most likely meet her boyfriend. Eren turned his attention back to the iPod that he still had in his hands - and then pocketed it to reach for his phone instead. Taking a deep breath he started typing his message, deleted it. Typed a new one, deleted it again. Typed again and deleted it after the first three words, jerking a hand through his hair in frustration. Gosh, this was hard… he just didn't know what to write. How did you greet a friend that was interested in you, that kissed you and you were so confused about it until you realized that maybe you were interested, too…? While now being insecure whether that friend was angry/disappointed/sad that he hadn't reacted to the situation for two days…? Eren more and more got the sinking feeling that he had fucked this up, somehow. And at the same time he felt his heart beat faster when he opened a new text and addressed it to Armin before he started writing again, only to delete the words a few seconds later. Ahhh fuck this. He was just so… nervous…
He finally settled on the words he was going to write, wrote them and then immediately pressed 'send' to avoid deleting them again - and promptly wished he could take it back because the words were so meaningless, not chosen well. He had settled for a simple 'Hey Armin… how are you?' Shit.
Eren shoved the phone back into his pocket and started walking, intend on going back to his place as quickly as possible. It had been a bad idea to send that text, it had been stupid and what was he thinking how Armin was, it was Christmas and he was with his family and busy and maybe wouldn't even see his text until the next day and - the phone vibrated in his pocket, nearly making Eren miss a step and stumble. He stopped abruptly and fished around in his pocket to get the phone, fumbling with it until he had opened the message. 'Hey Eren! I'm good, thank you! Is your shift over?'
He slowly released the breath he had unconsciously been holding when he read the message, reread it to reassure himself that Armin sounded just like he always did. Well, wrote. But he could totally hear Armin's voice mouthing the words when he read them. Apparently… he wasn't pissed. Or he at least wasn't letting it on. Eren bit his lips and hesitated over the next few words, typing them slowly. Read through them and sent them before he could change his mind. 'Yes. Can I come over later…? When you're done with dinner and all? I miss you (it's not supposed to sound as cheesy as it does…). PS: Thanks for the iPod, even though I really shouldn't have it.'
He closed his eyes and groaned in mortification before pocketing the phone again to keep on walking. It took Armin a little longer to reply to this message and Eren tried not to feel for the phone every few seconds, thinking it was vibrating again. He licked his lips nervously and nearly got a heart-attack when the phone really did vibrate. Armin's message said: 'Of course you can! I'll save you some dinner! I miss you, too (and yes, it sounds pretty cheesy). PS: You're welcome! PSS: Bring your laptop, I'll download iTunes for you!'
Eren actually smiled a little at that even though his stomach fluttered when he thought about going to Armin's place later. He had never been nervous about that before… but he had also never been kissed by Armin before. And he had also never considered that he would like to be kissed again, before.
He went home, knowing the next few hours were going to be torture - and knowing that his anticipation to seeing Armin would help him endure it.
~*~
"You can do this… you can do this, Eren, it's going to be fine."
It was only a few more minutes until he'd reach the Arlerts' place - and Eren was losing his nerves a little. Tried to calm himself and to regain his composure - and failed. He groaned and shook his head, frowning at himself.
"Get a grip on yourself, damnit."
He wasn't going to his execution - he was going to see his best friend. Who had kissed him - who probably still waited for his reaction to that. Maybe Armin would want to talk. He just didn't know. And that was driving him crazy. Armin had just texted him to let him know that the family part of Christmas Eve was now over and that he could safely come over if he still wanted to. So he had left his flat for Armin's place - getting more and more nervous with every step he took.
Taking a deep breath he turned left and walked down Armin's street, knowing he had approximately half a minute left to rethink his decision and turn around - but he didn't. We WANTED to see Armin, on the one hand - he was just so nervous on the other.
Taking another deep breath he stopped in front of the Arlert's house, moving his eyes up the facade to the only window that was still lit. He reached into his pocket to extract his phone and simply wrote 'I'm here.' before closing his eyes for a moment. There was no turning back now…
Armin's face appeared behind the window for a brief second before he disappeared, a moment later the lights behind the glass pane next to the front door were turned on and another second later the door was opened to emit Armin. Eren looked at him, the blond was wearing one of those sweaters that his grandfather knitted for him every year - they were perfectly awful, all of them, but Armin liked wearing them at home because they were soft and warm. This year's had little snowflakes all over it, the blue colour complementing Armin's eyes.
Before Eren could arrange his thoughts, before he could think of something to say, Armin had already closed the distance between them. Lithe arms were wrapped around Eren and Armin pulled him close, leaning his head against Eren's as he took a deep breath. Blinking he mirrored Armin's gesture, hugging the blond back to feel his arms tighten around him.
"I'm glad you're here, Eren."
It wasn't exactly the greeting he had expected - and he was glad it wasn't. This was familiar, it felt good - and it did a lot to calm him, to center him in a situation where he had threatened to be overwhelmed by confusion and constricting emotions. Pressing his face into the crook of Armin's neck he inhaled his scent, letting the familiarity of it all ground him.
"I'm glad, too."
The blond pulled back after a fee seconds, grabbing Eren's hand and pulling him with him.
"Come in, it's cold out here."
Armin closed the door behind them while Eren stripped off his coat and scarf, hanging it up as silently as he could, and took Eren's hand again, taking him upstairs. Halfway up the stairs Armin turned to him, looking at him.
"Are you hungry? We have plenty of food left.", he whispered and Eren only mouthed 'later', understanding that his parents and sister were already in bed. They would probably go to see more family tomorrow and Eren could imagine that to be great but strenuous, too, so they were probably in need of some good sleep.
Armin lead him into his room and closed the door behind them while Eren placed his laptop close to Armin's desk, Armin could have a look at it and this iTunes-thingy later. He turned to see Armin stand near the door, watching him. Aware of the heartbeat in his chest he did the same, looking at Armin, and neither of them moved. It was when the blond cleared his throat that Eren realized that he had held his breath.
"I'm sorry for… what happened in the library, Eren. I… didn't think, I practically assaulted you and I'm really really-"
Before he really knew what he was doing he went over to his friend, stopping in front of him. He didn't know where he took the nerve from, he only knew that he didn't like what Armin had just been about to say. He didn't like that at all. Aware of the widened blue eyes he took a deep breath and murmured 'Shut up, Armin…' before leaning in, hesitating only a brief second in which he raised his hands to slide them into the bond hair, brushing his thumbs over Armin's cheekbones nervously. The other's startled gasp was muffled in between their lips when Eren brushed his against Armin's, pulling back a little to kiss him again, lingering there for a couple of seconds. Looking into the blue eyes when he pulled back briefly he shook his head, leaning in again to brush his lips against one of the high cheekbones.
"Don't be sorry."
Blue eyes stared at him, incredulity plain displayed in them, and he saw the blond swallow before he wet his lips.
"Eren…"
He slid one hand from the soft blond hair and wrapped the arm around Armin's waist, pulling the other closer. Never breaking eye contact he scrutinized the way this all made him feel - and came to the conclusion that this was good, that it felt right. Even though he had known Armin for so long - or maybe because of that? It didn't feel strange at all.
"I should be sorry… for not saying anything for two days."
Brushing his thumb over Armin's cheekbone again he leaned in a third time, kissing his friend's lips again. He didn't pull back so soon this time, however, gently moving his lips against Armin until he felt the other respond to him. Lithe arms wrapped around his neck and Armin kissed him back, hesitantly at first but increasingly confidently. When Eren pushed his tongue against Armin's lips questioningly they opened for him, blue eyes slipping shut when he breathed a soft moan against Eren's lips. Subtle fingers slid into his hair and he felt his eyes close as well, losing himself in the sensation of the kiss, in the warmth radiating off Armin's body, his scent, the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach the more excitedly the longer they kissed.
When they parted, both a little out of breath, Armin pulled Eren close and rested his forehead against his, blue eyes still closed.
"I thought I'd scared you away…"
Eren bit his lip and slid his fingers through Armin's hair, using his other hand to reach for Armin's.
"I was confused and I… had to think about things. But I don't think you could scare me off… you'll be stuck with me."
The blond's lips spread into a smile and he leaned in to kiss Eren briefly when he opened his eyes, tugging on Eren's hand to lead him over to his bed.
"I'd love to be stuck with you."
They talked. They laid down on Armin's bed and talked, feeling comfortable and content with exchanging brief touches and gentle kisses here and there. They talked about themselves, about what Armin felt, about what Eren felt and came to the conclusion that they complemented each other in yet another aspect, just like they usually complemented each other perfectly in much less effectual matters.
They also talked about what would happen if this failed, if they realized one day that they were friends having fooled themselves into believing that they wanted to be lovers. They agreed that it was risky and that they didn't want to endanger what they had - but that they wanted to try it anyway.
Eren felt relieved… and, for the first time in quite a while, genuinely happy. Because this was something good. Armin was something good for him and he would hold onto that tightly.
When they were curled up in Armin's blankets a few hours later, the blond in his arms with his back snug against Eren's front, Armin twisted his head back to steal another brief kiss in the darkness of his room, entwining his fingers with Eren's.
"I promise that you'll never have to be alone on Christmas again."
Eren was silent, he just hugged Armin more tightly and gave him a kiss of his own, slow and deep and thorough. While 'never' was an awful fatal word he wanted to believe in Armin's words, preferring this way to spend Christmas to being alone by at least a million times. Memories of being alone during the time of love and family, memories of being abandoned and rejected around that time of the year slowly faded when he moved his free hand to stroke Armin's hair, threading his fingers into it while they kissed.
Maybe this wouldn't last forever - but it was something to live and work for. And he would do his best to make it work.
Something was going on and he didn’t seem to get it… he eyed the package of the chocolate sticks and shifted his eyes back to Levi then. He held one of the chocolate sticks between his lips and moved it up and down a little, quirking one of his thin eyebrows at Irvin - and he still didn’t really get it. Levi expected something from him… which obviously had to do something with the chocolate stick in his mouth… so… what could he possibly - oh. Wait. OH. Okay, he had an idea. He wasn’t sure if it was what the man wanted from him - but the thought seemed appealing.
He bent down a little and took the uncoated end of the stick between his own lips, munching on the biscuit while watching Levi for signs of his approval.
Levi was waiting impatiently for the Commander to make his move, but all he did was standing there, probably not sure what the Corporal was expecting him to do. The shorter male folded his arms in front of his chest while tapping his right foot on the floor. Irvin wasn’t really aware of what those young people do nowadays, even if he was just a few years older than the raven-haired man, but still Levi was the one who was spending more time with the younger recruits.
When Irvin finally bent down, biting on the other end of the stick, Levi just nodded. Guess he wasn’t as stupid as he thought. Taking another bite of the chocolate stick, the Corporal tried not to break it in half while getting kind of uncomfortably close to his Commander. He didn’t mind it, it was Irvin after all, but still this wasn’t something they did everyday.
He seemed to have gotten it right, judging from the nod Levi gave him. Not really knowing why the shorter man expected him to share this little chocolate stick with him (this was bound to lead to them being very, very close) he got along with it, taking another bite off the stick. Levi had iniciated this so he was well aware of the consequences.
Continuing to take little bites he came closer and closer ot the other man, to the point where he couldn't see him clearly anymore because he was right before his eyes. And taking the last bite necessarily lead to their lips brushing together - he supposed that was the main reason for sharing a little stick this way.
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In which you send me in my inbox "Let's leave your fate to the numbers...", and I'll go on a random number generator from numbers 1-20 and whatever number I land on is what's going to happen to my muse! These will only last a day, so why not leave your fate to the numbers?
1: My muse is now married to yours, that or is under the assumption that the two of you are married.
2: Will gain an unnecessary obsession for your muse, whether it be humourous or taking the obsession to another level is up to you...
3: Gender swapped! Your character is now the opposite gender! To add to that they also believe that they've been that gender their whole life!
4: My Muse is now your personal maid/butler!!! Dress them up fancy and they'll listen to any of your muse's orders and they HAVE to obey.
5: My muse is now over sensitive and will take anything and everything the wrong way. They will be a bumbling mess of emotions and misunderstandings...
6: My muse now becomes a flirt, but not just any flirt; the cheesy kind. My muse will start flirting with just about anyone disregarding gender and the like with cheesy pick up lines.
7: My muse will eat a salad, that's it... (Only one Fandom will get this joke...)
8: My muse will become the next Shakespeare! They will draw their voices out with the poet within them!
9: My muse goes blind! Their vision is gone and they can't see anything!!!
10: My muse becomes a matchmaker, they will begin shipping people and doing whatever they can to get their OTP together. That and squeal with joy when they do get together (Just like everyone on Tumblr!)
11: My muse now has the urge to get yours in bed with him. They will do anything they can to get what they want with yours, and they want it badly! (Only one that is deniable due to age restrictions as well as Mun being uncomfortable doing it and please don't go as far as doing rape stuff unless you have the Mun's consent, keep this fun and legal!)
12: My muse becomes a Neko, they will grow ears and a tail and completely disregard their human nature to become a true Neko.
13: Suddenly my Muse is experiencing a horrid disease that's slowly killing them on the inside! The pain is ripping them a part piece by piece!!! There is but only one cure for this and it's for my muse to make lip with yours! Your muse is the only antidote!
14: Well now my Muse has shrunk down back to the size of a five year old and has the mindset of one as well...
15: Lip locking that's all I have to say...
16: My Muse becomes a super Tsundere!!! N-N-Not like I wanted them to be one anyway... Idiot...
17: My Muse now has the personality of a clown, they will try and get everyone to laugh and bring a smile to people's faces! Using comedy of course~!
18: My muse will now become a psychopathic killer that is on the hint for blood! But not just anyone's blood... Your muses blood... They won't be satisfied until your muse takes their last breathe and will destroy anyone that gets in their way
19: Your muse becomes a scaredy cat, anything including even the smallest twitch frightens them. It's like the world is a horror movie to them and they're the main characters
20: You've been spared a lucky glance, nothing seems to happen to my muse... They are in the clear!!!
