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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Levi/Erwin_Smith
  Character:
      Erwin_Smith, Levi_(Shingeki_no_Kyojin), Hange_Zoë
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-13 Updated: 2014-04-18 Chapters: 3/? Words: 2294
****** Knee-High Socks ******
by Iro
Summary
     The look in his eyes is a tempting mix of innocence, mischief, and
     complete knowledge of just how hot he looks in that white t-shirt
     that's almost too small for him, and by this time, I'm almost
     definite God is trying to fuck with me.
     "Levi?" He asks as I approach him.
     "Levi." I reply.
Notes
     Yoyoyoyoyo. New story here. Trying my hand at Eruri because cuties
     such cuties. Chapters are probably going to be pretty short so I can
     update frequently.
     That's all for now.
     Enjoy!
***** Chapter 1 *****
I rarely feel the urge to sit down and word my thoughts, because my thoughts
are usually such a mess in my head that I can hardly make sense of them. Or
maybe because they're simpler than I'd like to admit, and I find the need to
complicate them and blow them out of proportion, just to keep things
interesting. In any case, fact is, I like to keep my thoughts to myself. 
But sometimes, things happen to us. Things that we can't decipher, or maybe we
just don't want to. But they're most certainly things we have to share. It
might be to get the burden off our backs. It might be to remind ourselves of
what has happened, because it's so important we never want to forget. Or it
might just be because we don't like keeping things inside. One thing I know
about people, that same thing I don't like to admit about myself, is that none
of us likes to keep things inside. 
So here it is. Here is what has happened to me. This story is about meeting
people, and hating people, and loving people--but it's not a love story. 
Oh, it most certainly is not a love story. 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Just going to go ahead and make Erwin a sex god in this story.
     He deserves nothing less.
 
Erwin Smith has a gorgeous body. 
The kind of gorgeous body you see on TV, the one teenage girls fawn over all
day long and gay teenage boys keep a picture of under the mattress. 
What's good about Erwin Smith's body is that I get to drool over it every
Friday at the gym, and boy, am I grateful I pay those extra 50 bucks to come
here. Sure, I may not be a teenage boy, but I am gay enough to appreciate a
body like his.
What's bad about Erwin Smith's body is that I can't do anything more than
appreciate it. From afar. Only one day a week. Which is very unfortunate,
because frankly, I think I'm beginning to develop an obsession over that body.
From the way the muscles on his arms flex as he lifts weights, or his rock hard
abs glisten with sweat as he heads towards the changing rooms after an hour of
exercise, to that deliciously tempting bulge in his pants, his body is the
closest thing to perfection. 
I've considered many times just going up to him and asking for his number -
news travels fast, and I'm sure he's heard the rumors about what a good fuck
partner I am. It's not like I'm ashamed of it. I take pride in my abilities
when it comes to sex, and as long as it puts some food on the table (because my
measly job at the bookstore barely offers enough to keep me alive), I can
handle the rumors pretty well. I never have been the type for commitment,
anyway. 
So why haven't I approached him yet? I'm not sure myself, but his girlfriend
coming to pick him up from the gym every Friday might have something to do with
it. 
Erwin Smith is straight. 
And it's very frustrating. 
~*~*~*~*~*~
Hanji sits lazily on my couch, feet propped up on the table despite the fact I
always chastise her for it, her eyes deviating from the TV once in a while to
focus on me while I wash the dishes. "Levi, babe." 
I turn around to stare for a few seconds, feeding my look with enough venom to
get the point across that I don't appreciate her shoes scraping against my
living room table. She doesn't move them. 
"We need to get you a boyfriend."
At that, I ignore her and return to my dishes. She lets out a breathy sigh, and
I hear her feet touch the ground again as she gets up to walk towards me. "You
can't keep ignoring me forever! You haven't had a boyfriend since high
school." 

"You   were my boyfriend in high school." I snap back, not bothering to turn
around and look at her.You were a boy in high school, period. I can practically
feel her roll her eyes. 
"Exactly. You haven't had a boyfriend since me." 
"Well, when you put it like that, it does sound pretty pathetic." I put the
last dish in the tray and fish around for the towel. "But I don't want a
boyfriend." After I'm done wiping my hands and the towel is back in its place,
I walk over to the living room and slump on the couch, where Hanji was sitting
just a minute ago.
She follows, sitting next to me and taking off her shoes to stretch her feet on
my lap. "Why not?" 
Shooting her a sideways glare, I mumble, "Because I don't need one." 
"Bullshit. You can't be content with just sucking cock and getting your ass
fucked every two days just for a few dollars." Actually, I'm very content with
sucking cock and getting my ass fucked every two days just for a few dollars.
"You need a relationship. Something more stable. You're 27, for Christ's sake."
"What does my age have to do with it?" I ask, though I'm fully aware that my
age has a lot to do with it. As much as I hate to admit it, Hanji is right. I
may not be the type to seek comfort and safety in some other man's arms, but
I'm not getting any younger, and running from bed to bed every night can get
pretty tiring. Even so, being a boyfriend is hard work, and I'm not quite sure
I'm up to it. 
She pokes my side with her index finger. "I met a guy today at work. Said my
gay best friend is looking for a boyfriend." I stare at her for a second, not
quite sure how to reply to that, and she continues on. "I got his number. You
guys have a date tomorrow at seven." 
Scoffing, I remove her feet from my lap and focus on the 16 year old singing
'Sweet Child O' Mine' on the TV. "I'm not going." 
"Yes, you are. He's hot. He just broke up. Maybe you guys won't date, but rumor
has it he has one of the biggest cocks in town."
One thing I hate about Hanji, and that's the fact that she knows exactly what
to say to get my attention. Gritting my teeth, I let out a sigh of defeat. "If
I'm doing this, I'm doing it for you. What's his name?" 
She chuckles and tosses me a little note with a cell phone number messily
scribbled on it. "Erwin. Erwin Smith." 
The truth is, I've never believed in luck; good things and hot guys don't just
fall from the sky. But today, luck is definitely on my side.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Heyheyhey.
     So, new chapter is up - fucking finally, I've been so cramped with
     work these days.
     Nothing incredible happens in this chapter, but hey, we have to get
     you guys ready for what follows. -oldmenhavinghotsteamysex-
     Enjoy!
Erwin Smith is not straight. 
 
Remarkably enough, rumors of his reputation as the very gay man that he is have
managed to escape me, so it was quite the surprise to know that I have a date
with him. 
But I have a problem. 
It's a very, very annoying problem, and I'm going to throw a bitch fit if I
don't fix it right now. 
I can't find my jeans. 

No, it's not just any pair of jeans. It's   the   jeans. The black denim ones
that cup my ass so perfectly I'm convinced they can make even Erwin The Sex God
drool. But they're gone. 
And it's really pissing me off. 
Frustrated, and more than a little worried that I might be late, I walk out of
my room and head to the kitchen. I don't like what I see. Hanji's face is
hidden behind the fridge door, hands buried in the back pockets of very
familiar black denim pants. 
"When I said I didn't mind rooming with you for a while, I did not mean you're
allowed to wear my clothes." 
She jumps back, eyes wide as she stares at me, her mouth stuffed full of
whipped cream. Under different circumstances, I might have laughed. But
skinning her alive sounds like the more natural option right now. 
"I pwomshe i dwend bo eh ofh paphoz!" She mumbles incoherently over the cream,
palms in the air as if in surrender. Swallowing, she tries again. "I'll give it
back, okay? I just had to go get food and I needed something to wear." 
"I'm going to be late. Take them off." When Hanji doesn't move, I shoot her a
strict look, teeth gritting. "Now." 
She quickly complies. 

It's not more than twenty minutes later that I find myself stepping out of my
car, eyes already scanning for Erwin in the packed building with a sign that
reads "Mike's cafe" sloppily placed above the entrance. Hanji's words still
blare in my mind -   "Good luck! Don't forget your condoms!"   - as I walk from
table to table. 
At long last, I spot him in the far end of the cafe. The look in his eyes is a
tempting mix of innocence, mischief, and complete knowledge of just how hot he
looks in that white t-shirt that's almost too small for him, and by this time,
I'm almost definite God is trying to fuck with me. 
"Levi?" He asks as I approach him. 
"Levi." I reply. Erwin motions for me to take a seat, and I do, looking away
from him only for the short moment I'm pulling out my chair. My hands cross on
the table. 

"I had my suspicions ever since your friend told me your name, but now they're
verified." He makes a short, dramatic pause to lean back in his chair. "You're 
that   Levi."
It doesn't take long for my eyebrow to lift in the most challenging stare I can
manage. "That Levi?" Is my brisk reply. 
He exhales a laugh, icy blues seemingly examining my features. "Yes. That Levi.
That dirty little whore everyone seems to be talking about at the gym." I have
to admit that I'm taken aback - not so much by his words, but by the casual,
completely matter-of-fact tone of his voice, by the utterly emotionless face
that accompanies them. 
He doesn't seem to be wasting time, and I'll be damned if I say that doesn't
excite me. "Well, rumors are just rumors until you test them out for yourself,
after all."
Quite invested in flirting with the guy of my dreams, I don't notice the
waitress that stands next to me until she clears her throat and taps her pen on
her notepad. She's a pathetic little thing, not older than 18, with messy brown
hair and what seems like the nasty habit of chewing gum more than a little
proudly. 
I order a cappuccino absently, turning my attention to Erwin again as the
waitress leaves our table. 

"So," he mutters over the brim of his coffee cup, "I trust you've noticed me at
the gym."   Oh, I have. I most certainly have. 
"You're hard to miss. A rich guy like you, coming to that measly little place.
Word travels fast." 
"I merely want to avoid fancy places. I dislike them." He stops for a second,
then corrects himself. "I dislike the people." 
I chuckle softly, "Welcome to the club."
We both take the few seconds of silence that follow to stare at each other; I
study the way his t-shirt clings to his chest, and his lips that are pulled
into a tight line, and for the billionth time I imagine those lips saying my
name. I'd be lying if I said that, in my most sex-crazed moments, I haven't had
fantasies of him above me, or under me, or looking down at me - besides, I've
said it before. Erwin Smith has a gorgeous body. 
He pushes his cup to the side. "So, tell me, Levi. Do you have other plans for
tonight? Or is it alright for me to monopolize your company?"
I smirk, taking it as the challenge that it obviously is. "It depends." 
Erwin's brows crease slightly in an almost surprised frown. "On?" 
"Whether I'm satisfied." 
He laughs, and I take my eyes away to concentrate on the cup of coffee that is
now being placed on my table. I thank the waitress if only as a matter of
manners, and begin to sip my coffee as I wait for his answer. 
He shifts in his seat. "You think I won't satisfy you?" 
"Quite the contrary, Erwin. I expect you'll live up to my expectations." It's
not a lie. Through my experience, I've learned that you can see how skilled a
man is in bed by the way he talks, and god, Erwin must be perfect. And since
I'm only here for the sex, letting myself go a little over the limits won't
hurt... much. 
He laughs breathily, twisting the now empty cup between his fingers. I clear my
throat. "Do you smoke?" 
He shakes his head. "I'd rather keep my lungs." 
Rolling my eyes and making sure to leave some money on the table for my coffee,
I take out a pack of tobacco from my back pocket and motion for him to follow
me outside. "Good thing I do. It's hell in here."
Once we're outside, and I'm working on rolling my cigarette, I shoot him a
small look. "Where do you plan on taking me after this? Some filthy alley where
no one can hear my screams as you fuck me into next week? Public toilet so I
can suck your dick?" 
He seems almost taken aback, but his voice remains at the same frustratingly
low tone. "I'm taking you home." Ignoring the slight jolt the obvious sexual
innuendo sends through me, I lift an eyebrow at him inquiringly. He explains;
"We're going to my place." 
Oh, Gods, hold me; this is too good to be true.
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