The feeling of Levi's ass comfortably hitting the faux leather of a fresh, firm, silent office chair was one of the most gratifying sensations the man had ever experienced. There was that one time when he'd kicked a football player into unconsciousness in a dead Wal-Mart parking lot during his junior year, but he wasn't sure that quite trumped this. It was incredible, really, being able to turn in his chair and not receive a nails-on-the-chalkboard-esque banshee scream. Negative, all that graced his ears was the sound of his own clothing ruffling as he turned, and the very slight strain of fresh materials that had yet to be broken in.

That and the sound of the printer, but that one was inevitable. It never stopped.

He had personally disposed of the three shitty chairs that had previously wasted space in his and Hanji's small office. He had hauled them out of the store one by one, held over his head proudly like beasts he was taking down for prize, and that prize happened to be brand new chairs from Staples that had taken their sweet, sweet time showing up. He hadn't gotten anything too expensive, just expensive enough to make him feel like he was finally putting store money to good use. It was the middle of the year and he still had a hefty budget left over. He could splurge, and new chairs were Christmas gifts that would continue to give (for at least another year or two).

And as Levi sunk into the chair and made himself comfortable, listening to the lulling hum of the radio playing throughout the store and the occasional 'ding' of the motion sensor that alerted them when customers entered the store, the overpowering sound of footsteps clambering back to the office was impossible to ignore.

"Levi's got a boyfriend!" Hanji sang with utter glee, gripping the door frame of the office entry, the widest grin Levi had ever seen on her face and the most devious look in her eyes. She'd said it loud enough that he heard a squeal from Petra as she was clocking in and some excited form of acknowledgment from Krista, who was waiting to clock out. "So, honey bun, tell me, was your night more of a Nicholas Sparks kind of experience, or are we teetering close to some E. L. James shit?"

"No, I'd say Stephen King." Levi turned his chair (God, yes, that was such a nice feeling) to focus his attention on the offending women now crowded in front of his desk. "Heeeeeere's Johnny."

While Krista, of all people, laughed, Petra made a face.

"Seriously," the strawberry blonde insisted, seating herself on the edge of Levi's desk and refusing to move from her spot. The lunch rush was over, so he'd give her about four minutes of pestering before he shoved all three women out of his office. "What haven't you told us?"

"Well, you two know about Eren from what I've told you!" Hanji piped in, grinning far too mischievously. Levi groaned. "And how he's super precious and obviously head over heels for Levi and stuff. Well—"

"I have a date on Saturday."

He couldn't afford Hanji going on a verbal diarrhea rampage so close to the lunch rush second wind. Krista would never leave, and Petra would never take her place behind the cash register. His statement, simply in itself, cut Hanji's escapade off immediately though, and three sets of eyes, all different colors, were set on him with a concentration that was overwhelming. They all shared a similar look with a name he couldn't place; excited, but for some reason doubtful. And then, of course, upon realizing that, no, he was not joking or bluffing or only trying to get them to shut up, Hanji and Petra were letting out shrill noises that were too close to shrieks of excitement for an early Monday afternoon (especially considering he'd ended up staying up far too late because Eren wanted to talk and talk and talk about stupid things like the girl named Ymir that helped him take care of his idiot friends, or Mikasa's—his sister—dog).

"What are you two gonna do?"

"Where are you going?"

"Romantic dinner or something?"

"Maybe you're going to the lake! Or the beach!"

"Oooh, nice thinking, Petra. The beach would be very nice for a first date."

"Unless you two have had more dates and haven't told us?"

"I'll have me a couple of men to kill if that's the case."

"They'd never be able to go on dates again after that, though!"

" . . . True enough."

Levi groaned and willed his new, perfect chair to go Decepticon on him and snap him in half. That would've been much easier to handle, a much easier and simpler way to die, rather than listen to Petra and Hanji speak more at him than to him about his own date. He was relieved that at least Krista only seemed mildly interested, like maybe she was distracted of something of her own. She wasn't losing her shit.

"Okay, shut up, fucking harpies," he grumbled. They grinned. Fuckers. "We're going to a drive-in theater that some of his friends work at or something. They give him discounted drinks, whatever."

"Car sex," was, of course, Hanji's immediate reaction. Krista squeaked and covered her reddening face while Petra stuck her tongue out. "Take protection, alright? I won't be there to button your pants up for you again this time. And remember not to do it in the bed of the truck, because someone might see—"

"Get out."

Levi's patience had certainly dwindled down to the point to where he was ready to start threatening Hanji's career, and maybe even her life. Maybe he could get creative, like he usually did when his voice dropped down to dangerous octaves and he rose from his chair and Hanji's eyebrows shot up, even despite her still devious grin.

"Oh, Levi, you know how I love it when you get all deep and dangerous like tha—"

"Out!"

Hanji and Petra were almost sent squabbling out the door, already muffling their laughter and apologies, but Krista, the poor girl, the tiny thing who really hadn't done anything wrong but had accidentally gotten in the mix of it all, who had already stepped out the door to head home but was peeking her head in through the door once again, spoke up. She had a meek little smile on her face, and probably felt like she was going to push Levi's buttons again, but even so, she said, "I have a date on Saturday, too, if it makes you feel better."

The silence of the room in that moment was infinite.

"Holy shit, Krista!"

"You go girl! Who's the lucky guy?"

"He better treat you right. We'll kick his ass if he doesn't, you know."

"What are you two gonna do?"

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

The two women continued to slam Krista with questions and threats to her date that he doubted the person would ever hear about, at least not from Krista. She appeared to sink closer to the ground with every poke and prod, and she wrung her hands together with embarrassment and nerves, from what Levi could see. She shot him a look that screamed, "Save me!" but also a tint of, if he looked close enough, "You totally owe me, you short, grumpy bastard."

"It's not a guy, is it?" Levi finally asked, effectively cutting Hanji and Petra off. They both seemed to consider this while the redness in Krista's face finally seemed to near hazardous. Payback for that ounce of sass. And for not saying anything until I almost had them out. "Stalker chick, right?"

"She's not a stalker!" Krista squeaked, voice firm even despite the pitch. "Her name is Ymir, a-and I think she's really sweet, and maybe a little shy or bad with words, but that's cute! You guys are just hateful."

The name piqued Levi's interest, and he recalled Eren telling him about Ymir's girl problems.

Well, at least she hadn't pussied out.

His method, too, certainly wasn't the saving that Krista had wanted, but when Petra and Hanji's eyes were on her, she was already speeding out of sight and to the store's front doors.

"I'm going home! I'll see you guys tomorrow!"

The motion sensor sounded that she'd passed the door, and the two women stood beside Levi's desk, eyes boring into the empty space where Krista had been, before slowly drifting to each other's. Hanji's lips were pressed tight; Petra's parting and closing a few times, before she heard a customer calling for assistance. While Petra raced out to the front desk, Hanji stalked back to her own desk, feet dragging and shoulders slouching. After sinking down into her chair, which she took a moment to appreciate to the highest degree, she dug around in her back pocket and flung a bill at Levi.

He smirked, catching the twenty and smoothing it out onto his desk.

"Told you I was right about that one."

[-X-]

The theater wasn't too full, and that was excellent considering Eren hated waiting longer than necessary in the concession line. He hated feeling like a packed sardine in a parking lot of all places, and, really, he had absolutely no intentions of being the definition of family friendly. He'd convinced Levi into the concession stand after many promises of eating his treats on the way back out to the truck, rather than in it or even on the bed, because Levi certainly wouldn't stand for any crumbs anywhere. Something about how expensive the truck was, and how Eren better lick up any messes he made, whatever, whatever.

The building resembled the parking lots; the people picking snacks and requesting drinks were few and far between, and only Bertholdt stood behind the counter, managing awkward small talk with the customers and fumbling with boxes of candy.

The week had, so far, gone without incident. He'd been over to Levi's apartment a little more than was probably welcome, but he'd decided even before that he didn't give a fuck and if it bothered Levi, he'd probably end up kicked out eventually. It never happened, even if the older man did have a strong tendency to throw around empty threats, or at least threats that he sincerely hoped were empty. He wasn't ready to wake up without genetalia, not yet. He'd realized immediately that he wasn't going to get off easy for anything just because of his new status as alleged boyfriend.

Something about that made him happy.

"No, you can't have a fucking slushie in the bed of my truck, Eren," Levi grumbled, pointedly glaring at the slushie machine that he forced Eren past. "You are so fucking invalid that you'll end up with that shit everywhere. I very may well end up knocking some of your teeth out if you do, and I'd hate to return you to your mother snaggle-toothed."

"Erwin told me you totally dig my teeth anyway," Eren sang, smirking, not fighting Levi's hand off of his arm as he was guided away from everything good in the world because, really, there was no point. "Something about how straight they are."

"I'm never speaking to him again. Ever. Fuck Erwin. May he be alone and sexless forever."

"Dude deserves a break for putting up with you. And me, of course. But mostly you."

"There is never too much me."

He finally shook away from Levi's grip and worked his way to the counter to stare at the boxes and bags of candy behind the glass. He jabbed a finger in their direction, shooting a pointed glance at the older man. He must have understood the silent pleading, a wordless question regarding whether or not he was allowed to have anything worth buying at an overpriced snack bar, with the way he criticized every option on the shelves. If Eren was truthful, there was nothing particularly worth buying and, really, they should've just stopped at a convenience store because it wasn't like they were going to do a border-state level of car inspection just to make sure they didn't smuggle any entirely legal Milkyways into the parking lot.

Levi finally nodded a little and gestured to the Twizzlers.

"Those are fine."

"Oh, hell yes."

There was a sharp pinch delivered to the tender skin of his hip and he squeaked (yes, he actually squeaked, and in public, he realized), forced to move forward in line.

Bert shifted a little awkwardly from behind the counter, his usually fake smile a little less forced today upon seeing a familiar face. He tossed his customary greeting at Eren, and then a similar one to Levi, more or less attempting to introduce himself, but he fell short and, in fact, seemed to recede into himself, if possible. He actually shrank, a feat Eren had previously thought impossible, at the way Levi looked him over, inspected him in a fashion akin to the way he had picked out a candy worthy of their money and the back of his truck. Eren fought back a snort, instead rolling his eyes and tapping the glass of the counter. Bert's attention was hesitantly drawn away from Levi and back to Eren. He visibly relaxed.

"Twizzlers and a large Mountain Dew for me, and probably coffee or something for Hades over here," Eren said, grinning a little bit. "How are you, by the way? Where's Ernie?"

There was a small pause where he was sure Levi was going to comment on the 'Hades' thing, but instead, the two of them studied the way Bert's face darkened to an odd shade of tan-red.

"The Bert and Ernie joke is so old, Eren . . . "

"Doesn't make it any less funny, and you totally can't play off the way you two were all lovingly tangled up under my kitchen table," Eren informed him, offering nothing more than an absent shrug. "Seriously, though, where is Reiner?"

"Projection room," Bert muttered, shoving the package of Twizzlers at him before setting to work filling the Mountain Dew. After confirming that Levi did, indeed, want coffee, they were both suited up with their drinks and Eren with his candy. There was a short moment of bickering over who would pay for them, after establishing that they weren't going to split the cost, after all. There was a little more teasing in Bert's direction, to which he wasn't able to retort quickly enough, and it only ceased when Levi apparently deemed the guy close enough to exploding and jabbed his elbow into Eren's side. The mouthed, "Thank you," from Bert as they turned to leave didn't go unnoticed.

"He and Reiner are totally a couple," Eren informed Levi after a moment. "We all went to high school. I wasn't really close to them, but they've been banging since at least junior year."

"Are they actually roommates?" Levi arched a brow, sipping his drink.

"Hell yes they are. By the way, have you ever tried drinking Mountain Dew through Twizzlers? Fucking magical."

"Fuck, sorry, I picked up an actual disgusting second grader instead of the thing that's supposed to be my date."

[-X-]

Eren's throne was made of old and sort of lumpy throw pillows and an honestly sort of scratchy quilt.

"There aren't many things I'm willing to get dirty," Levi had admitted. "Deal with what you get and be fucking grateful. I could make you sit on the ground."

Eren had completely and totally opted to shutting right the fuck up, making himself as comfortable he could be, and resting in his apparently permanent spot against Levi's right side. Their lot was just about empty, so they felt less obnoxious opting to use a small radio Levi kept in the glove compartment (Eren was starting to worry he did things just to be extra careful; like the radio was for weather emergencies and similar occurrences) instead of the radio on the truck. Even if Levi had been visibly pumped up to finally get some use out of the sound system, and boast about how loud it could blast. Eren had promised some other time for that, like maybe in the middle of nowhere, where they could do something much gayer than watching drive-in movies, like something that involved making out.

He'd gotten his arm punched, but Levi didn't seem entirely opposed.

The first movie was an action that Eren wasn't particularly drawn into. It was somehow shorter than expected, or at least felt like it was, and he had, instead, spent most of his time tracing the stitching of Levi's jeans with his eyes. Levi had caught him on more than one occasion and given him a flick to the nose each time and a muttering about paying some fucking attention. Obviously, he never did. What he did do, though, is lay down and eat Twizzlers before proceeding to choke on one.

"You're a literal lost cause, Eren," Levi informed him, a smirk at his lips and his arms crossed as he leaned back into the pillows next to him. "Seriously, how are you not dead yet? Calling you stupid is an insult to stupid people."

"Shut the fuck up," Eren managed, but with a little struggle and a hint of coughing to get the traces of licorice out of his throat. He tried to make them subtle, with hopes of Levi not noticing. "Stupid would be, like, chugging down my entire Mountain Dew within fifteen seconds or something, not just choking on my candy."

"I bet you couldn't do it, anyway."

The twenty minute break in between movies had been spent making a mad dash for the bathrooms. Eren accepted his title of The Stupidest for finishing the Mountain Dew in seven seconds flat with pride.

Once the second movie started, his triumphs and achievements were forgotten. The title screen was captivating, for Levi too, he hoped, and the story seemed promising. It was a new-to-theaters movie, something bordering a horror film of sorts that Armin would've chickened out of immediately, and Mikasa would've been a little unimpressed with. Levi stared at the large screen with moderate disinterest, but when he opened his mouth for his customary commentary, the few insults were towards the characters instead of the storyline or the effects. Eren checked this off as at least enjoyment of some degree.

Levi didn't budge when Eren squirmed his way under his arm, or when he slung an arm over Levi's waist and pretended to shift to make himself more comfortable, assumingly comfortable with his position. When Eren began rubbing little circles into the denim over Levi's hip, the gesture was returned by Levi merely playing with the shorter hairs on Eren's neck.

Eren, although not entirely satisfied, waited it out until the slowest part of the movie.

He hadn't tried Levi yet for things like these, like when he'd snap, or if he'd be bothered, or if he'd give in or make the first move, but his eyebrow twitched in the slightest when Eren's fingers brushed his inner thigh and that encouraged the brunette even further to experiment and test his limits. It was different when they were both sober. His sex life had always been a little dull and boring, but this was Levi and something about Levi made him want to surge out of his previously well-guarded comfort zone. Said comfort zone was abandoned when he was around Levi, and sometimes he even tended to disregard Levi's, too. He recognized that he could be told to back off at any moment, but he also recognized he could also get another more past those pretty, thin lips.

The brunette turned his eyes to the screen, reveling in the sound of Levi's breath, which he concentrated on over the sound of the movie. He mindlessly watched the figures move across the screen and let his hand travel down to Levi's knee. His fingers traced the older man's kneecap once, twice and then dawdled their way back up his thigh and repeat. When he grew bored with that much, he switched to Levi's other leg, tipped his head back and planted his lips to Levi's jaw.

He kissed the smooth skin there, feeling the way Levi clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times before giving his ear a harsh flick.

"We're in the middle of a parking lot with loads of other people," Levi hissed, but his voice wavered and his jaw clenched again. Eren chuckled, traveling down Levi's neck with his mouth. "I didn't realize you were into exhibitionism. If you don't unlatch yourself from my neck right now I'm tossing you overboard, you honking ass jockey. If I show up to work with a hickey of all things on Monday, the girls will never cease to spew shit from every orifice over it."

"Honking ass jockey?" Eren grinned, but did as he was told (for either fear of ruining everything or actually being thrown over the edge of the bed of the truck). He pulled back to watch Levi's face, to take in the way his eyes were glaring at him now, blank and contradictory to the unevenness of his voice. He received a merciless slap to the back of the hand when he slipped it under Levi's shirt, even just a fraction. "Are you really that into the movie?"

"Yes."

Levi's eyes returned to the screen, but they were unfocused, pupils a little too dilated to concentrate on the movie, on whatever dramatic turn of events had some much less interesting couple sitting on the edge of their seats.

The older man definitely wasn't paying attention to the movie anymore.

By the time Eren had unanimously decided that he had won this battle, Levi was sitting up, pulling away from him entirely and jumping off of the side of the truck. Dumbstruck and concerned that he'd finally fucked everything up, like maybe he'd been waiting for it to happen the entire time, he listened to Levi opening one of the truck doors, and the sound of shifting material. His entire body jerked upright in awareness at the crack the small rear slider window made as it opened with full force.

"Are you really going to make me wait after all of that shit?"

Eren was entirely certain he'd never moved so fast in his life.

He could've sprained his ankle in the process of replicating the way Levi had swung himself up and over the side of the truck and he wouldn't have noticed. The only thing he registered was Levi's fingers latching onto his shirt and pulling him into the truck. He was given a second to realize that he'd somehow been maneuvered onto his back in the back seat, with Levi sitting rather snugly and shamelessly on top of him. He watched as Levi gripped the headrest of the front seat for leverage.

Somewhere in the whole process, the door had been shut but that was completely unnecessary information that Eren had purged from his mind in favor for the extra space he used to store mental pictures of Levi straddling him and rearing to roll their hips together.

"Alright, you little shit," Levi muttered. He lifted himself up just enough for more room to move. His eyes met Eren's and the younger man shivered. "I'll have you know that this is your fault and I'm not going to be held accountable for my own actions at this point."

One of Eren's hands found Levi's hair while the other gripped his ass, pulling and forcing him down onto him again. Levi gave a little bump of his hips against Eren's immediately, like it was natural, fluid and reactional in a way that left them both growling like they were simultaneously aroused and dimwitted over the feeling. Eren didn't have to pull Levi down to him; he came willingly, pressing their mouths together, not quite as clumsy as the first time they'd kissed, but not as graceful as other times. If Eren wanted to be poetic in the middle of a moment where his dick was his primary thought provider, he'd say that all of their kisses were special and unique (which they were) and all of them 'the best' in their own way.

His focal point, though, was the high pitch that Levi's usual alto achieved when he rolled his hips upward and they ground together with a rhythm previously assumed impossible. Levi pulled back to breathe, but Eren wasn't pleased with the idea of his lips being away from some part of Levi's body, regardless of which part, and he rediscovered Levi's neck with them.

Levi's panting was hot against his ear, tickling the hair that hung below it, and he muttered things like, "I'm not going to come in my pants in the back of my truck like a fucking fifteen year old," and then more unintelligible things like, "Jesus Christ, that's good," in the same breath. Eren had to untangle his fingers from Levi's hair, more or less forced himself to, to join his other hand in unceremoniously clutching Levi's ass for dear life, pulling him down a little harder while he sucked and bit a mark into Levi's otherwise unblemished skin. The disappointment he felt when Levi finally pulled back, paused their motion and propped himself up was tangible. Maybe the excitement when he realized Levi was just unbuttoning their jeans was too, though.

"Don't look so fucking excited," Levi practically purred, the sly little bastard, as he freed Eren from the confinement of his jeans. He moved slowly, though, agonizingly and teasingly and, He's getting me back for last week, isn't he? "And don't look smug, either. It's pissing me off."

"Everything pisses you off."

Levi chuckled, low and in the back of his throat, while his fingers pushed Eren's shirt up his chest, his palm talking good care to appreciate his skin as he went along.

"Maybe just everything having to do with you pisses me off," Levi whispered, tone uncharacteristically gentle, at least taking into account the way he was rolling his hips again, his own erection brushing up against Eren's. He dragged his nails gently down Eren's chest and abdomen, a soft hiss passing his lips. "You're an infuriating person."

"I'm totally not going to argue with you when you're on top of me like this," Eren breathed. He inhaled sharply when Levi ground against his hips again, using his free hand to wrap around their lengths and stroke them in tandem. Moans rolled off of Eren's tongue easier than the words he wanted to voice. He struggled to regain composure, fighting the urge to pull Levi down to him again when those nails dug into him one more time. "But you don't seem to hate my abs at least."

"You have nice abs."

If Eren hadn't known better, he might have thought that Levi was impressed, or at least pleasantly surprised with the fact of the matter. The older man leaned down to press a small kiss to the spot he'd been gently kneading at, before bracing himself on Eren's shoulder. He rolled again, angling himself just so, where Eren could see the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, the warmth to his cheeks that was practically infectious, the redness and swollenness to his lips as they parted in a moan.

"You have nicer abs."

"Hell yeah I do."

Eren's chuckle died in his throat when it mingled with a poorly executed cry of pleasure when Levi twisted his hand just right, or maybe it was because they were kissing again.

His hands slid away from Levi's ass, though they'd been quite comfortable there, and relocated to his hips, before sort of imitating Levi in sliding up his abdomen and chest under his shirt. Their final resting places were on his sides, right above his hip bones, and he used it to his advantage, still working to guide Levi along in what ways he could. The ways were few, of course, because Levi was taking control, this time, and Eren couldn't complain.

Levi was always a little domineering, after all.

Eren realized how close he was abruptly, like always, when they parted for air. He was never quick on the upkeep, but maybe he could blame Levi's suddenly erratic pace or the stuttering in his breathing and shaking of his hands. Watching Levi's walls fall was one of the sexiest things he'd experienced to date.

"You better be ready to come, you little fuck," Levi grumbled, biting his lower lip hard, with little or no regard for Eren's pain or lack thereof. His pace sped up, and Eren found that it was easy to appreciate, his hips bucking up to meet Levi's, to give what little assistance he was capable of. "Because after I finish, you're on your own."

"Cruel," Eren managed, breathing ragged and voice rough and he swore he felt Levi's cock twitch against his. He was close, though, so close, and closer. "Mmm, guess that means n-nobody's getting their brains fucked out tonight."

There was mostly silence between the two of them in the short stretch between his last word and his peak, save for low guttural sounds, breathing and shifting material. Eren was confident that Levi followed after him soon, and that he'd muttered something about the term 'getting their brains fucked out' being absolutely disgusting. His priority was to ride out the high of his release, though, sticky and warm and gross (maybe Levi was rubbing off on him) between the two of them on his stomach. He wanted to make a retort about fogging up the glass but after that, he was actually worried that they might have.

Like the first time, Eren was the first to recover.

He tilted his head a little to get a better view of Levi resting against his chest, still breathing hard like he'd never done anything even remotely lewd in his life. His eyes were closed, his brow completely relaxed for once, forehead smooth and still slick with sweat.

After a few minutes, Eren asked, "That good, huh?"

"Shut up," Levi replied, his voice nearly as damaged as he looked. "You're too fucking young or something."

"Sounds like someone needs to work up their stamina."

"Shut up."

"I can help you with that."

"Shut up."