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Levi can hear his own pulse. His heart hammers wildly in his chest as he pants, trying to catch his breath. Wet strands of hair stick to his forehead, cooling off the burning skin ever so slightly. His body aches, every muscle has been worked to its maximum, leaving them throbbing and sore. He hears the rest of the team complaining, whining, and moaning as they lean against the plexy glass panels. Levi knows they’re exhausted, and he himself is spent, but it somehow feels like it is not enough. They should go another hour, at least thirty more minutes, to perfect their technique, to sharpen up their skills.

“Levi, can we please go home already? I’m sure Mike is about to pass out.” Hange says, their voice breathy and short, as they point at the tall blond laying on the ice with his eyes closed and his face red as a tomato. “Not all of us are made of whatever alien DNA that makes that tiny body of yours so fucking strong and fast.”

Levi huffs, too out of breath to formulate a full sentence. He leans his weight on the stick, holding onto it tightly as he scowls at Hange.

“Even you look at your limit.” They press, wiping the beads of sweat from their forehead.

“I’m fine.” He hisses, but he is obviously winded, making his words empty and pathetic.

“We won’t win the next game if we can barely stand.” Moblit hesitantly chimes in, his legs shaky as he skates closer, wobbling from side to side.

Levi looks away, unable to argue with that.

“You all better be on time tomorrow, or I’ll make you do extra laps around the rink,” he scolds, using his remaining strength to exit the place, willing his legs not to buckle as he urges them forward. He hears the relieved sighs from his teammates, making him roll his eyes as the corners of his lips threaten to curve upwards.

He gets home in exactly 25 minutes, forced to pay for an uber ride to spare his body the strain of walking to the subway, and then the three extra blocks to get to his apartment building. He groans as he closes the door behind himself, finally allowing his body to get rid of its stoic front. Levi cusses as he makes his way to the couch, sinking into it as he closes his eyes, feeling his exhaustion catching up to him, making every limb feel twice as heavy.

Levi is a strict captain. He makes sure his team is on top of its game, practicing harder than any other hockey team on the league. Talent alone can only take you so far. You need discipline and dedication to really make it. And goddamn it, they will make it. The Stanley Cup had just started, and their first game was against an American team. The Marley Titans. The one with that bearded idiot who had taken away the trophy last year. Zeke Yeager. A Canadian traitor who plays for the U.S.A . team. Ever since, Levi had made an oath to crush them, especially that cocky bastard that had dared to smirk at him while receiving the silver cup that symbolized not only victory on the ice, but the superiority of each country. Americans will cry blood this time around.

He scoffs, the memory still fresh. Oh, if Levi had not been rehabilitated years ago, he would have beaten that shitty grin off his disgusting hairy face. But alas, he was forced to watch as his squeezed the stick so hard, his fingers went numb under the gloves, and the skin on his knuckles broke, bleeding into the fabric.

There is news of a new addition too, some promising new talent. Levi had said before how the news did not threaten him, but his harder than ever training shows otherwise. He is threatened alright.  He is concerned. Whoever this golden boy is, could be the obstacle on his road to vengeance. He had obsessively googled the man, finding interviews and pictures of the guy. Erwin Smith. The man looks like a goddamn Ken doll, with blond hair, blue eyes and muscular build. The perfect American man. Fucker.

He shifts on the sofa, wincing as his tired legs move. He slowly stands up from the seat, feeling the back of his thighs on fire and his calves tensed. Levi practically drags his feet to the bathroom, stripping off his sweaty clothes, exposing his hot skin to the cool air, making him shiver slightly. He barely looks at himself in the mirror, a quick glance as if to double check he was still himself before he steps into the shower. He doesn’t bother with hot water, wanting the shock of the cold liquid to soothe his aching muscles. He flinches as it hits his body, but forces himself to stay under the stream, knowing his body will adjust and the painful sensation will become tolerable if he just holds on a bit longer.

A long shower always lifts his spirits, revitalizes him. Clean clothes, a hot cup of tea, and a culinary show that works more as background noise as he checks the time on his phone every few minutes. It’s two minutes past seven, and yet no messages. It’s childish, he knows, but he’s gotten used to this routine for the past month. He groans and sets his phone down, screen down on the mattress as he pretends to pay attention to the lady on the show explaining the importance of temperature when making caramel and shifts under the sheets uncomfortably. Then, as if on cue, he feels the light vibration against the mattress, signaling a message has come through. He picks up the phone rather quickly, his heart racing when he sees the name on the screen.

The Commander:

Evening, handsome.

He wishes the words didn’t make him this giddy, but he wants to kick his feet and bury his face in the pillow as he screams. He takes a deep breath, calculating his response before he unlocks the phone and starts typing.

Me:

Hello

He groans, quickly putting the phone back down. It sounded too formal and too dry, and he regrets it already. But he’s never been good at flirting or communicating with his fellow humans. He wonders if The Commander thinks he’s awkward, or cringy. Levi perks right up when he feels the phone vibrate once more, anticipating what was coming next. He opens it up and, as expected, The Commander is straight to the point, sending a photo of that glorious penis of his. His mouth waters at the sight. The man is lying down on bed, white sheets wrapped around his thick and muscular thighs, his penis is hard between them. It’s long and thick, making Levi wonder if he can really take it all in his mouth like he has been bragging about for the past days. The tip is a tempting color pink, bulbous and bright, with a bead of precum threatening to roll down. Oh, how he wishes he were there to lick it off. He’s neatly trimmed, which is greatly appreciated by Levi. Only a short patch of blond hair lies on top of the proud standing cock, adorning it perfectly. Levi zooms in and basks in the details, getting to the balls. Those balls. So big, he’s sure they’re bigger than chicken eggs. They look heavy with cum, and so inviting, ready to be fondled and sucked on. Getting teabagged is on brand for Levi.

Levi bites his lip, feeling his own member awaken by his filthy thoughts and the sinful image of the most perfect cock he has ever seen. He’s quick to pull down his pajama bottoms down to his knees, freeing his hardening length. He lets out a shaky breath as his hand grabs onto it, gently stroking it as his eyes stay glued to the image on his screen. Levi wants to feel that penis everywhere… his hand, his mouth, deep in his ass—

He stops, considering himself hard enough. He reluctantly opens the camera app and angles it as best as he can, trying to make his own manhood look as appealing as possible. He snaps a few photos. He decides to send the last one, and sends it quickly, not wanting to leave The Commander waiting for too long.

Every second passes tortuously slow as he waits for the reply. He begins to spiral. Was it good enough? Maybe The Commander is growing tired of their little game. Maybe he talks to multiple people, not just Levi. People with more experience, better with words, with bigger dicks…

The screen lights up and this time, he receives a video. That’s a first. Not that he’s complaining. Not at all.

He’s quick to open it, and oh gods…

The Commander is stroking his cock, a large hand wrapped around it, moving slowly. Then he hears him moan, and Levi frantically turns up the volume on his phone and replays the video, wanting to catch every sound and every breath. He might have to buy those ridiculously expensive earbuds he saw the other day and listen to it every night before bed.

Levi frowns slightly, reflecting on his next move. Should he record one himself? It seems like the polite thing to do in this situation. So he gets to it, horniness turning him brave and daring. He opens the phone camera and starts recording, gasping and mewling like a bitch in heat. He’s putting on the performance of his life to impress The Commander, to keep his attention and interest. He imagines that big hand is pleasuring him instead, driving him mad with each stroke. The delicious friction makes his sore muscles tense, the dull pain adding to pleasure in a way that makes his mind hazy. He stops at exactly thirty-six seconds, not wanting to cum prematurely and ruin the whole night. And he might just from the sight of that glorious cock. He sends it quickly, and he can feel his heart flutter as the message is marked as read. His dick twitches pathetically, begging to be stroked but Levi restrains himself, waiting for his virtual lover to make the next move.

The Commander replies soon after, another video, shorter than the one before. He is standing up, his strokes are faster and definitely more purposeful, like he means each flick of his wrist. He’s grunting and groaning, and Levi never knew he’d be so into loud guys. His cock is throbbing; the head was almost red. And then his deep and breathy voice rings through the speakers of his phone, making Levi shake to his very core and he swears he feels his asshole tremble.He makes sure to save the videos, to watch hem whenever he gets the time to sit down and properly finger himself to the sight of that girthy cock, dreaming of it ramming deep inside him, stretching his hole to the limit. But that will have to wait because his dick is demanding attention now, and he’s so pent up after a long training session.

Levi is beginning to stroke his penis again when another message comes through. A second video, shorter. He presses play immediately, and he moans outloud when he sees thick white ropes shooting out of The Commander’s perfect dick and falling on the ground tragically wasted, hearing his breathy deep voice call his name at the height of pleasure. It’s sinful and hot, and it makes him want to lick the screen to taste it. His hand moves faster around his length as he plays the video again, and again till he climaxes too with The Commander in his mind and the exhilarating knowledge that he has made the man cum once more.

He closes his eyes, his hand slowing down to a stop as he comes down from his high and thick fog of hornieness dissipates and allows his brain to think clearly one more time. Levi sighs deeply as he looks down at the stained sheets, twisting his face in disgust at the mess and the sticky feeling on his right hand. He is about to get up and get to cleaning when another message lights up his screen. He opens it quickly and feels this cold wave of dread and excitement hit him hard when he reads it.

The Commander:

I want to meet you.

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Levi stares off into the distance as he hears Hange yap about something they exploded in their lab, or maybe it’s about their latest reddit fight with some unemployed creep. He cannot be bothered to find out, not when his mind is swarming with anxiety and fear. The noise of the other patron’s conversing at nearby tables in the coffee shop buzzes in is head like an angry swarm of bees. He’s brought back to reality by the rude snapping of fingers and he blinks, focusing his sight on the person across the table.

“Earth to Levi. You’re not listening to me!” They huff, but their expression shifts from annoyed to curious, and they lean over the table. “You usually just pretend to ignore me. Something’s on your mind.”

Damn four eyes has always been able to see right through him. He still tries to mask his true feelings and rolls his eyes at the accusation. He won’t just tell them so easily.

“I’m just thinking of new gameplays and strategies.” He mumbles, picking up his teacup and taking a long sip of the liquid, feeling it warm his body on its way down. He still refuses to make eye contact with Hange on a futile attempt to discourage them from asking further questions. But they are nosy, and will insist till Levi \ gives up judt to get them to shut the hell up.

“Bullshit! You keep bouncing your leg and picking at your nails.” Hange gets that weird glint on their eye, the same one they get when they reach a beakthrough or talk about their weird animal fun facts. “Come on, Levi. You know you can trust me.”

Levi rolls his eyes, taking another sip of his tea before he sets the cup back down on the table. He thinks about it for a second, weighing his options. Is he really in the mood to tolerate Hange’s pestering questions? He groans, keeping his eyes away from his teammate.

“I got asked out on a date…” Levi mutters, flinching at the loud screeching noise Hange makes as they hold onto the table, shaking it and almost knocking over their drinks. Levi slides down on his chair, trying to hide from the curious glares.

“WHAT?! Who?!” Their eyes are wide and focused Levi, making him feel self conscious.

“Stop yelling!” He groans, feeling his cheeks heat up. “You don’t know him. I… I met him online.” He mumbles the last part, looking down at his hands.

“ONLINE?!” Hange stands up as they raise their voice once more, bewildered.

Levi looks around horrified, and is sure they’ll get kicked out any moment now. “Stop yelling, goddamn it!” He speaks up now, shooting Hange a glare, making them sit back down. He’ll make sure they leave a good tip to compensate for their little scene.

Hange clears their throat, setting back down and shifting uncomfortably on their seat, clearly embarrassed. “Sorry, sorry. I just… I never took you for the type to use dating apps—”

“I don’t.” He cuts them off immediately, brow furrowed deeply. “I met him through a facebook group.”

Hange visibly cringes. “That’s worse! What is he, forty?”

“Shut up, shitty glasses. He’s actually younger than me. He’s 24.”

Hange’s eyes are impossibly wide, their mouth agape as they stare at him like a dick is growing on his forehead.

“When did you become a cougar?” Hange now laughs, that obnoxious and loud cackling that gets under his skin when it’s directed at him. “Oh, man… out of all things I thought were going on with you, this was not even on the list!” They shake their head slightly, giving the table top a smack. “Wait, can I see a picture of them?”

Levi’s head snaps up, his fierce steel-blue stare making their shit-eating grin falter. But this time Levi hesitates as well, because how is he supposed to admit he himself doesn’t know what the mysterious man he had been getting off to on a nightly basis looks like?

“Well… I don’t really have picture of him.” Not one of his face.

And Hange is quick to catch on what was happening. They gasp and put their hands to their head in such a dramatic and exaggerated way it almost made him laugh.

“Oh my god! You’re meeting an internet stranger and you don’t know what he looks like?! Is this about to become an episode of Dateline?” Hange shakes their head and shoots him a determined look, one that leaves no room for argument. “I’ll go with you. I won’t let some facebook weirdo sell your organs or sex traffic you in Australia.”

“The fuck are you talking about, four-eyes? I’m not taking you to my date.” He scoffs and crosses one leg over the other. “And I can take care of myself.”

Hange doesn’t relent, leaning in slightly. “I’m going. If he’s not a criminal, I can at least help you by checking him out first. What if he’s ugly?”

Levi is about to tell them how unimportant looks are, especially with a dick like that, but Hange continues.

“What if he has a beard?”

The thought is devastating.

“Fine. But you’ll leave immediately if he’s not a hairy freak.” And Levi prays to any deities out there that his Commander does not have a beard.

Henge lights up, as he gives in.

“When’s the date? Where is he taking you?”

“Tomorrow night. We’re going to a… Tim Hortons.” And he can feel himself wincing as he thinks about it again. “Before you judge, he’s not from here. He’s from the U.S.”

Hange’s face twists in disgust as the new information sinks in slowly.

“So if you go visit him in his country it’d be ok to take him to a McDonald’s? Maybe he’s a big guy and just loves fast food.”

Levi sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s not big.”

Hange narrows their eyes. “I thought you said you didn’t have a picture of him.”

“Of his face…” He adds out loud this time.

Hange squeals, blushing slightly. “You slut!” Their voice drops suddenly to a nasal whisper. “I’m both concerned and impressed. Go get yours, Levi. Maybe that’ll make you less bitchy at practice— Ouch!”

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The next day arrives way too soon for Levi’s comfort. He’s a mess at practice, nearly falling on his face a few times and failing the simplest of moves and passes. He’s meeting The Commander in just a few hours, and he’s tense and stressed out and he didn’t even get any release the night before because his e-lover insisted on saving up their energy for their face to face encounter. So he’s pent up too.

And everyone else notices too. The comments won’t stop and it irritates him further, gets under his skin and makes him want to have them do extra laps around the rink. He doesn’t, to everyone’s surprise. He does the most out of character thing ever and ends the practice thirty minutes early.

“Are you sick?” Moblit asks with geniuine concern while Mike just gives him an ominous glare.

“He has to be. And it’s probably terminal.” The tall blond puts his hand on Levi’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “I’m sorry you’re dying, Levi.”

The others gather around, whispering and mumbling nonsense that Levi cannot comprehend as the blood rushes to his ears. He hates being put in the spotlight like this. That’s why Levi chose a group sport. There’s no I in team.

He smacks the large hairy hand off his shoulder and skates away from the circle of people that has formed around him with deeply furrowed brows and incredibly red ears.

“Enough! No, I’m not sick or dying. I’m giving you fucking free time, it’s supposed to be a good thing. You’re supposed to cheer and get pissed drunk in a shitty dive bar, not interrogate me like I’m a suspect for murder.”

Hange steps in, skating forward to now stand next to Levi, flashing an easy smile at the others.

“Leave the man alone. I begged him to finish practice early.” They say, pausing dramatically as they push their glasses up their nose bridge. “I have diarrhea.”

The others let out groans and disgusted whines as they start dispersing and leaving the building, barely waving goodbye. Mike and Onyankpon cringe and wish for Hange to get better and Moblit offers to get them medicine, insisting on going by their apartment even after Hange declines and leaves hesitantly with the others.

Once they’re all alone on the ice, Hange nudges him, grinning like a kid who just correctly answered a difficult question in class.

“You’re welcome.” They say smugly.

Levi fights the urge to laugh and simply rolls his eyes as he begins to make his way out of the rink.

“Yeah, thanks for grossing everyone out.” He grumbles, though deep down he is grateful for a friend like the eccentric four-eyes. “I’m gonna shower and get dressed.”

“I’ll wait for you here.” Hange mentions nonchalantly as they take off their skates. Levi shoots them a glare, grabbing them by the back of their jersey, pulling them along with him.

“I’m not walking next to you if you smell like ass.”

“But I just showered the other night!”

Their whines and please are useless, Levi drags them into the showers and makes sure they wash properly.

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The streets are cold, forcing Levi to bury his hands into the pockets of his black chesterfield jacket. Hange babbles about something or the other, but all he can think about is The Commander. Will he be as bold in person? Or will it turn awkward? Would it be better to keep their interactions separate from the real world? Levi is comfortable with how things are. Having The Commander be his escape from the stress and hassle of leading a big team, indulging in his most intimate desires without the risk of getting hurt or hurting someone.

Suddenly Hange steps in front of him, making him stop in his tracks and annoyingly poking his forehead.

“You’re overthinking.” They state with a very serious voice. “You’re meeting the guy for coffee at fucking Tim Hortons out of all places. If you don’t like him, just fuck him and then block him.”

Levi swats their hand away from his face, narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

“Stop talking about fucking.” Levi huffs and puts his hand back into his pocket, resuming his walking so he can get to a work place as soon as possible. “I just don’t know what to expect. I don’t like uncertainty or not having control.”

“That’s why I’m here!” Hange picks up his pace once more, talking as their arms move around to emphasize their words. “I’m your secret agent. If the guy doesn’t meet the hunk standard to be with you, I’ll take you out for drinks.”

“But if they’re fine, you’ll leave right away. I’ll make you do push ups if I find you lurking around like a creep.”

Hange raises their hands in surrender and swears they’ll be gone as soon as they deem The Commander good enough.

It doesn’t take too long to reach the nearest Tim Hortons, and Levi already knows he’ll hate the tea there. Perhaps he should have blocked the man when he shared the location of their meeting point. It’s definitely low brow and everything in the menu is bland and soulless crap. But The Commander is not Canadian. Levi chose to give him the benefit of the doubt and accepted to be taken on the cheapest date of his life. That and meeting that beautiful cock in real life is too tempting.

His heart hammers in his chest, and his fingers and toes feel numb. His mouth is getting dryer by the second and has his tongue gotten suddenly bigger? He’s about to just turn around and run when Hange’s voice pulls him out of his anxious thoughts.

“You said he’d be holding a red carnation, right?” Hange is already grabbing the door handle, ready to barge in without a worry in the world.

Before Levi can stop them, they walk into the building with an excited smile on their face. And Levi starts pacing on the sidewalk, walking in circles as he tries not to spiral. It feels like Hange went in forever ago, and he wonders if that’s a bad sign. What if—

The door opens and Hange is back outside with a shocked expression that sets all bells and alarms in his head on.

“What? What did you se? He has a beard, doesn’t he? Is it a freakishly long one? Or is it patchy?” He steps closer and tries to read Hange’s expression, but they are quiet and staring off. “Say something, four-eyes!”

Finally, Hange looks him in the eye with real concern and his heart is going to burst.

“He’s a titan!” Their voice is low and tetric

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“What?!”

Hange’s hands clasp his shoulders, shaking him as they repeat themselves slower.

“That’s. Erwin. Smith.” They pull Levi too close to them, making him try to create distance once more. “The Erwin Smith that plays for Yeager’s team.”

“That can’t be right.”

“There is only one guy in the entire place holding a red carnation, and I’m telling you… it is Erwin Smith.”

Levi can’t compute the information. He cannot grasp on the concept of having shared nudes, videos of himself jerking off to the goddamn enemy. He bared his body and his soul to one of Zeke’s goons. He feels like the air has been sucked out of his lungs, and his knees buckle forcing him to hold onto Hange not to fall on the wet concrete.

“No…”

He keeps his gaze down, not wanting to face whatever pitiful expression Hange’s directing his way. He’s beyond humiliated. The choice in restaurant suddenly makes a lot of sense.

“Levi, I’m so so—“

“I’m going home.” He says abruptly, finally breaking away from his friend. “I don’t know what’s going on, but he and Yeager can fuck off.”

“Levi… Let me take you out. Don’t let the night end like this.”

“I want to be alone, Hange.” He waves a hand dismissively as he begins to walk away. “Thank you for coming along.”

Hange hesitates, but ultimately lowers their head and says their goodbyes, making him promise to text and call if he needs to talk. Levi nods curtly and makes his way around the corner with his fists tightly clenched in his pockets.

Once he’s completely out of sight, he stands still, waiting for exactly five minutes before he peaks his head to make sure four-eyes is gone. The coast is clear and Levi approaches the restaurant once more, a determined look on his face. The bastard inside has a lot to answer for.

Levi walks in with a purposeful stride, looking around the place till he spots the man. The fucker is better looking in person, adding insult to injury. He’s handsome. Devastatingly so. Sharp features, clean shaven, neat haircut, and an alluring aura to him hat seems to draw people in, like moths to a flame.

Erwin Smith, The Commander, appears to be nervous, fidgeting with the carnation in his hand as he checks his phone, locking and unlocking the screen several times. Levi wonders if the man will laugh at him once he shows his face, if Yeager will jump out of nowhere to mock him. The thought makes him livid.

So, he walks over to the table, using his commanding captain look as he stands right in front of Erwin. He clears his throat, making the man look up.

The blond looks at him with both awe and confusion, standing up politely to properly greet the newcomer.

“Uh, evening. You’re Ackerman, right? From the Paradis Devils.” His voice is deep and smooth, gliding like syrup in his ears. There’s no doubt that’s the voice that moaned and grunted to sensually in the videos he’s received and rewatched many times. “Nice to meet you. I didn’t expect to see you so soon, and definitely not out of the ice. I’m sorry, I’d love to chat more but I’m expecting someone.”

Levi clicks his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest as he narrows his eyes. Sure, play dumb.

“Nice to meet you too, Commander.” He makes sure to really enunciate the las word, each phoneme has a bitter sweet taste.

Smith’s face goes through so many emotions in a short amount of time, it would be amusing if Levi wasn’t pissed off. The man is a good actor, he’ll give him that. He should consider a career on TV after Levi’s team inevitably beats his.

“Wha— wait, you’re Captain Tea?” Smith looks confused and surprised and it makes Levi angrier.

“Drop the act. You contacted me on purpose, didn’t you?” He remains calm and composed, even though he wants to throw hands at the man and ruin his pretty face. “Did Zeke put you up to this? Is this his new strategy to win? To fuck with my personal life?” Levi steps closer and Smith should be grateful for the table that keeps him from getting physical.

“No… No, you got it all wrong.” Erwin takes a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts for a moment. “I swear I didn’t know who you were when we started talking. How could I know? You don’t have a picture of yourself on your profile, or your name.”

It’s true. Levi made that profile to enter stupid cooking show groups anonymously. He purposefully made sure it couldn’t be linked back to him. His hostility begins to slowly fade, his features softening as the logic behind Smith’s words sinks in.

  “Besides,” the man continues, smiling almost shyly which makes Levi’s legs weak. Who gave he man the right to be so adorable? “I put myself out there just as much as you.”

Levi can’t deny that. He has just as much material to blackmail Erwin if that is the man’s plan to begin with. He exhales deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. What a disaster. What a waste of his time and energy.

“I guess you have a point.” Levi shifts his weight from foot to foot, overwhelemed and exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions he just rode. “Well, I’m sorry about this. I’ll get going now.”

Levi is just turning on his heels when that thick and powerful voice make him freeze in place.

“Wait. Why are you leaving?” Erwin moves from behind the table, grabbing Levi’s wrist in his large masculine hand. It encircles the ircumference of his wrist completely and it makes him almost moan. “We’re already here.”

Levi looks at him like he’s crazy because he has to be nuts to suggest they just carry on with their date.

“Look, blondie, we had our fun, but we’re rivals.” He says, but makes no effort to remove the other’s hand from his arm. “You mingle with my natural enemy. I can’t trust you, so this is goodbye.”

And it pains him to say so, because he’s been dreaming of being under that muscular frame for so long now. So close to the perfect dick, yet so far away.

Without giving Erwin any more time to argue, he wiggles his arm free from his grip and walks out of the Tim Hortons, head held high while he berates himself internally for missing a chance to be pounded by the most perfect man he’s ever seen.

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Three days have gone by and Levi has been ignoring The Commander. It’s hard. Especially when he sends photos of his gorgeous penis, hard and demanding attention. But his pride is stronger than his horniness. He will not fraternize with the enemy. Even if the enemy has everything he needs to fulfill his size kink. No. Levi would rather miss on good dick if it means securing his team’s victory and seeing Yeager’s face when he loses. Basking in his misery has to be better than any orgasm Erwin Smith can provide. Keep deluding yourself.

He is in the middle of practice, going over strategies and plays with the team. He pushes them relentlessly, perhaps more than usual as he’s letting out his frustration on them. It’s unfair, he’s aware, but he can’t begin to care if it means his mind is busy and not mourning the loss of a connection that died prematurely.

He’s finishing up the stretching exercises when Hange nudges him, pointing at the plexy glass barrier.

“We’ve got company.”

His heart does a flip as he recognizes the man. Why is he here?

“Isn’t that the rookie from the Titans?”

“Is he spying on us?”

“Is Yeager this desperate?”

He hears his teammates talk, stopping to look at the unwanted visitor.  

Levi tries to keep his cool demeanor, but panics inside. What is Erwin even doing?

Hang startles him when they grab his arm and pull him to the side.

“You little slut. You slept with him!” They whisper aggressively, shaking his arm as they speak. “Why else would he be here?”

Levi jerks his arm away, frowning deeply but he can feel his cheeks heating up.

“Stop calling me that! I didn’t sleep with anyone. I just went in to get answers.”

“Answers? You went in to get dick!” They huff, crossing their arms over their chest. “I don’t care if you’re fucking the enemy, but I’m offended you didn’t tell me.”

Levi groans, already having too much on his plate to deal with Hange’s childish tantrum.

“Look, we’ll talk tomorrow. Right now I gotta go see what Smith wants and get him out of here before the others beat him up.”

Levi skates to the end of the rink, groaning as he sees Erwin smile the closer he gets. What is it with this man? Does he enjoy dangling his carrot in front of Levi knowing damn well it’s off limits?

When Levi makes it to the edge, Erwin leans against the plexy glass barrier, a smug smile plastered on his stupidly gorgeous face.

“Hello, Levi.”

“What are you doing here?” Levi asks curtly, in no mood for small talk. Erwin might be the hottest man on earth, but Levi doesn’t like having his training interrupted by anyone.

“Well, you’ve been ignoring my messages. I figured I’d get you to talk to me one way or another.”

“You’re either stupid or deaf. I told you there is nothing to talk about. We are through.”

“So you’re really willing to throw away what we have over some rivalry I barely have a part in? I joined the team after whatever happened between you and Zeke.” He looks into Levi’s eyes with such intensity that almost makes him agree right away with whatever he wants. “I really like you, Levi.”

“I don’t know that I can trust you, Smith.” He says with a cold tone, though inside he’s itching to ditch practice and take Erwin to the dressing room.

“Then let me earn your trust. We have a week before the big game.” He reaches out his large hand, brushing a strand of hair from Levi’s forehead back. The brief contact of his fingertips makes Levi vibrate. “Let me take you out for real.”

Levi scoffs and rolls his eyes, but remains in place, no effort to put distance between them is made. “All of this for a booty call?”

Erwin lets out an amused huff and shakes his head slightly. His golden strands move ever so slightly with each motion, shining under the fluorescent lights of the stadium. Wouldn’t that hair look so pretty all tangled up in Levi’s fists? Stop being horny!

“It’s not just a booty call to me.” Erwin lowers his hand down Levi’s face, his knuckles slides down his cheek barely gracing his skin. The fucker clearly knows what he’s doing, and Levi wonders how many others have fallen under his charms just like he is right now.

“You get one chance to prove to me that you’re not in cahoots with that bearded asshole.” He replies, his face and tone betraying none of his inner turmoil. “And no more Tim Hortons. Have the decency to take me to an actual restaurant at least.”

Erwin’s confidence falters, his eyes widening and his cheeks tinting with one of the cutest shades of pink Levi had ever seen, only rivaled by the tip of the blond’s cock.

“I didn’t know it was the Canadian equivalent of McDonald’s! I asked my Canadian teammates for a nice place around here and I guess they were trying to prank me.” He moves his hand back to his sides. “I’m not some cheap guy, I promise. I did my research this time.”

Before Levi realizes, a smile is tugging at his lips, endeared. He stands no chance against this man.

“Send me the address. I’ll meet you there tonight. Nine sharp.” He tries to sound unbothered, but the damn smile won’t go away. “Now go. I need to practice.”

He doesn’t even give Erwin time to say goodbye, gracefully turning to skate back to his team. He’s internally giddy, elated. He ignores all the questions and comments from the others, simply shooting them a glare and barking out commands to shut them up and get them to work. And they stop, deciding to just enjoy Levi’s improved mood which makes training less extensive and exhausting.

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Levi makes sure to look his best, to wear clothes that showcase his lean and athletic build, colors that compliment his complexion and make his steel gray eyes pop out. A tight deep red turtle- neck and black pants that fit like a glove on his pump ass. He’s meticulous with his hair, making sure not a single strand is out of place. He’s clean, smells of the expensive cologne he only wears for special events. He’s always been prideful of his well kept appearance, but right now he wants to be perfect. Needs to be, to secure the chance to end up messy and disheveled later on.

He takes an uber to the place Erwin picked. And he has to give the man props, the place is really elegant and sophisticated. There’s a hostess when he enters who takes him to the table reserved under Smith. He sees table cloths, real napkins and silverware. Definitely an improvement.

At the table there’s Erwin Smith, wearing a black button up shirt and white pants. He’s holding a bouquet of red roses this time, instead of the solitary carnation from their first meeting. He’s quick to stand up as soon as he sees Levi, his damn enchanting smile is in place as he extends the bouquet to the shorter man.

“Levi.” He greets, deep velvety voice reverberating in the crowded room, resonating over the background conversation. His blue eyes scan him up and down, taking in his appearance, undressing him and arousing him. God, he needs to fuck this man so bad. “You look lovely tonight.” He says, moving the chair for Levi and pushing it closer to the table once he sits.

Levi gives him his best Mona Lisa smile, barely there. He holds the flowers close to his chest, looking down at them for a brief moment. He’ll have enough time to stare at them once he takes Erwin to his place and has his way with him.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Smith.” He replies, maintinging his aloof facade.

The evening progresses nicely, smoother than Levi would have expected. He had anticipated an awkward and quick meal, followed by hopefully great sex and then a definitive goodbye only to face each other again on the ice soon enough. But instead, the conversation is pleasant. He laughs and smiles, teases and is teased. Erwin is witty, funny, and captivating. He learns a lot about the man. He’s American, of course. Grew up with only his father as his mother died during childbirth. He’s always been into hockey and became good to get a scholarship so he could study in one of those fancy universities you hear about on TV. He likes to read i his free time and watch reality cooking shows.

“I messaged you because your comments were funny and accurate.” Erwin says as he sips his wine. He looks elegant, straight out of a magazine cover. Levi wants to jump on him. This is why he doesn’t drink. “I just got lucky you were also hot.”

Levi is sure he’s blushing, the alcohol is slowly getting to his head and making it harder to act like himself.

“Flatterer.” Levi mumbles as he gulps down on his own glass of wine. “See? You just want to get in my pants.”

Erwin chuckles and sets his glass down on the table. “I won’t say I don’t want that because I definitely do.” His stare is intense, making Levi tremble. “I’ve been dreaming of it for weeks. Ever since we started our little exchange.”

“So this is a fantasy for you. I hope I live up to the expectations.” It’s taking all of him to remain calm and collected. The meal was good and now Levi wants dessert. “Say… wanna go back to my place?” He’s bold, empowered by the booze and his own libido. His mind is clouded from the wine, so he’s letting his dick do all the thinking.

Erwin seemed surprised, but pleased by the offer, gesturing to the waiter to bring the bill. The blond insists on paying, and Levi would be lying if he says he doesn’t find it hot. They leave quickly, both of them brimming with desire for the other. It’s been a month of edging, of teasing and promising each other the hottest of experiences.

The uber ride is tortuous, with both of them in the back quietly touching each other. Knees bump, arms brush against each other. Each touch is electric and exciting, full of expectation and nervousness. It feels eternal. Levi is sure he only lives twenty minutes away, but it feels like hours have passed.

He feels Erwin’s body heat so close to his, can smell his cologne that mixes so well with his. He finds it incredibly sexy that he has to look up to meet his eyes even though Levi is older. He’s bigger, muscular and thick. A manly man through and through. The way Erwin smiles at him once they make eye contact makes him quiver. A large hand finds his thigh, squeezing it over the tight fabric of his pants, his thick fingers brush the sensitive inside of it. If the driver doesn’t hurry up, he’ll have to witness Levi choking on dick.

Luckily for everyone, they soon arrive to the appartment building.

Levi lives on the 10th floor, so they use the elevator. They share it with the elderly couple who lives two doors down from Levi’s, so they behave and keep their hands to themselves. It irritates Levi, who’s already savoring the dick he’s been daydreaming of for weeks. He wonders how Erwin is so unfazed. Perhaps he doesn’t want this as badly.

The elevator makes it to his floor and they walk to door 104. Levi opens the door and turns on the light. He steps to the side and gestures for Erwin to come in. His heart beats wildly. Once they’re both inside, he locks the door once more. He keeps his eyes on the blond, who’s currently eyeing the place curiously.

“Did you expect a luxurious penthouse?” Levi teases, removing his jacket and hanging it on the rack.

Erwin turns to look at him, chuckling and blushing like a kid ho had just been caught. “An athlete like you usually lives large.”

“I’m not a frivolous bastard.” He takes Erwin’s coat and admires the way the thin fabric of his shirt clings to the swell of his muscles. He needs to be under this man so bad.

“I like that about you.” Erwin’s voice is so smooth and deep, so sensual and alluring. Levi would follow him to the depths of hell if he commanded him to do so.

Erwin is suddenly so close, his hand on the small of Levi’s back, pulling him towards his body. He’s warm to the touch. Levi can’t help but wrap his arms around his neck, steppping on his tiptoes to be closer to his face. Erwin’s hot breath fans over his skin, tickling him, inviting him to come closer.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks in a soft whisper. And, oh god, please do!