Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
The door swings open, revealing his soaked and heavy breathing roommate standing by the doorframe.
“Jesus Eren, couldn’t have bothered to bring an umbrella? You’re gonna get sick like this.” Levi says, hurrying towards the bathroom to bring the guy a fresh towel. He doesn’t hear him say anything, which is an odd thing to begin with since the man usually can’t ever seem to shut up, but he waves it off that he’s probably too cold to say something right now without embarrassing himself.
“Here.” He says, stretching out his arm towards the brunet who seems to be nailed to the ground, his eyes not even looking up to meet Levi’s. “Seriously, dry yourself off or you’re gonna get sick and close the fucking door!”
Still nothing. At first glance the guy doesn’t seem any different besides that he’s soaked. But when the raven takes a closer look at his face he can clearly see the puffy eyes, rosy cheeks and chapped lips which makes his heart burst with affection. “Have you been crying Eren?” He asks the brunet, taking matters into his own hands and starting to furiously rub the brown locks on top of Eren’s head, letting out an annoyed sigh as he does so.
“Ow! You’re hurting me.” Eren squeals, his eyes finally meeting the raven’s.
“Ah so you can speak. Now tell me wha- mmpff.” Suddenly he’s pressed against the wall. Cold wet hands sliding over his sides as Eren presses their lips together. “What are you d-” He gets interrupted again, not that he minds. Although he’s a little too cold to his liking, Eren’s tongue feels like heaven on his lips.
They shouldn’t be doing this but he can’t seem to get his desires under control and lets them take the upperhand. Afterall, he has waited for this day to come for as long as he can remember, so he doesn’t care to wonder why his roommate is suddenly attacking his mouth.
Shamelessly moaning into Eren’s mouth and dragging his teeth across the guy’s bottom lip, he relishes in the feeling of finally being able to touch him again and lets his hands roam over his chest. God, how he has missed that feeling.
Eren’s breathing is as heavy as his own, but it doesn’t let him stop him.
Breaking up their lip-lock to start nibbling on the guy’s jawline, sucking on the skin and rolling it between his teeth, he almost loses consciousness when he hears Eren moan his old title. “Ah! Corporal Levi!”
“Wh- what you just say?” He stutters, immediately stopping his advances. The room suddenly feeling very cramped as if there’s no air for him to breathe and feels his stomach turn.
“No, don’t stop corporal I- I… want you.” Eren breathes and attacks his neck, sucking on his sweet spot right in his crook.
He can’t help but moan at the feeling and involuntarily lets his eyes close. Torn between wanting to embrace Eren and tell him how long he has waited for him to remember, and the right thing; denying everything and letting him have a chance at a normal life not bound to the past.
He wants to be selfish, have Eren all for his own again, but he knows he will regret that decision for the rest of his life. “Is this some kind of roleplay?” He chuckles, thanking the universe for not making his voice tremble.
“Wh- No! You know, I know you know!” Eren is suddenly screaming at him and holding his face between his hand so he’s not able to avoid his piercing gaze full of determination. “I found your diary at Hanji’s, Levi, so don’t play dumb and just kiss me.”
It had been months now. Months of Levi trying to get into the new desk clerk’s pants, and months of said clerk being frustratingly, adorably clueless. Levi had considered at first that maybe Eren just wasn’t interested, but then he’d stare when he thought Levi wasn’t paying attention, smile and blush when he got caught, and Levi knew that wasn’t the case.
The tricky part was getting Eren to realize that the attraction was mutual, without blatantly saying, “hey there, can I bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless?” Which is what Levi really wanted to say, but even he knew that wasn’t appropriate.
So, he began bringing the younger man a coffee each morning, snacks from the vending machine in the afternoon, he complimented his hair, or the cute new tie he was wearing. Still, he’d receive nothing more than a flushed face and a “thanks.”
He was either very dense, or very shy, Levi decided. However, his friend and fellow housekeeper Hanji suggested it was just the way Levi approached him, that while his actions were kind, his face and tone of voice weren’t.
“The poor kid is probably confused,” they’d said.
“What’s to be confused about? I wanna take him out!”
“See, if you say ‘take you out’ with that face, he’s gonna think you intend to murder him, not bring him on a date,” Hanji laughed.
So, that was a new problem to work around. Hanji’s advice was to smile more, and be straightforward.
“Let me see your smile, Levi!” They said encouragingly. Levi obliged, baring his teeth and Hanji cringed. “Maybe don’t do that.”
Levi practiced smiling in the mirror that night, trying to get something that didn’t look strained or frightening. The next day, he strolled up to the desk, placing Eren’s coffee down as usual and the clerk greeted him with a bright grin.
“Thank you, Levi!” He said cheerily.
“No problem,” Levi answered. Eren turned away to write something down and Levi drummed his fingers against the desk, staring blatantly at the younger man’s ass, trying to think of something to chat about.
“Nice pants,” he said, without thinking.
Eren wore black dress slacks everyday, and gave Levi a confused smile over his shoulder. “Thanks? Uh, I got them half off at Banana Republic.”
“You can get them completely off at my place.”
The words slipped out before Levi could stop them. Eren blinked and Levi smiled in what he hoped was a friendly way, even though he knew there was no coming back from that slip-up. After a moment, Eren turned around, resting one hand on his hip, his expression thoughtful.
“Are you hitting on me?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
Levi hung his head in exasperation. “Yes!” He groaned. He looked back up at the younger man, clearing his throat. “I’ve been hitting on you for months now. I must’ve spent a fortune on these coffees, and all those bags of gross pretzels you like for some reason.”
Eren glanced at the cup of coffee. “I thought you were just being nice.”
“Ugh,” Levi scoffed. “I’m not even that nice to my friends.”
“Smile, Levi!” Hanji hummed as they passed by.
“Fuck off,” Levi snapped over his shoulder. He gave Eren a pointed look. “See?”
Eren laughed. “Well, I think you’re a nice guy, even if you don’t.”
He scribbled something down on the corner of a paper and then slid it across the counter. “Text me sometime when you’re free. Let me treat you to a cup of coffee for a change.”
Levi pocketed the number, flashing Eren a genuine smile. “Make it a cup of earl grey, and we’re good.”
“Heichou!”
“Don’t tell them that—!“
