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Levi taps his foot, watching the performance. "She's off by almost half a second. Sloppy. I've never seen her sloppy. Get her off stage." He pinches the bridge of his nose. Tomorrow is opening night of Eren and Mikasa's idol tour—and fourteen hour days aren't any reason to act so lackluster. Maybe she thinks it's part of the new image, but fuck, Levi won't accept any mistakes, no matter if Ererin and Mikarin are masqueraded as cutesy children or sexy vamps.
Things were so much easier when they were impressionable teenagers in frilly little dresses, jumping around and dancing happily. But the music was nerve gratingly saccharin and the fans … fuck, the fans.
That's another thing for Levi to deal with. His own followers can be quite the rowdy bunch as well, but at least No Name fans are old enough to buy their own tickets. They don't mind if Levi sings about dark, nasty topics—no, they encourage it.
Quite the contrary to the bubblegum candy cane world Levi's tossed into whenever the Survey Corps Idol unit releases new music.
Why is he doing this to himself again? Ah, yes. The reason is correctly rushing over to him, smiling a little. "Don't make such a face." Eren's arms wrap around Levi's neck before he pulls his lover into a kiss. "It's not our fault the monitors are set up incorrectly. Mikasa has been trying to work around an echo for an hour now—and before you whine and bitch, yes, the info was already relayed to the technicians.”
"Why wasn't it changed then?" Levi glares at the stage and, by extension, at Mikasa.
"Because everyone's a few hours into overtime and the sound guy has a family." Eren shrugs, grabs Levi's chin and pulls his face back. "Now stop with that face. You're scaring the crew."
A deep sigh. Levi tries to ease his shoulders a little. It's late, isn't it? Maybe they should stop. His hands find Eren's hips, then slide down to his ass. "Sometimes I miss the days when you were still scared of me." He says it as a throwaway comment, but Eren smirks.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The boy nods slowly. "I see. For now, let's send everyone home and go back to the hotel."
"No. Mikasa was off and—"
"And she will keep being off until the audio is fixed. Which won't happen tonight. Tomorrow. You can be all whiny and angry tomorrow . Sounds fair?" The boy's hold is as unrelenting as steel. When did Eren learn to be so … so this?
"I miss my cute little idol boy." Levi rolls his eyes. "Fine. FINE. Everyone go home. Tomorrow is another long day. And I expect excellence."
As always, the lazy bastards around him grumble and hiss—but for once, Levi struggles to focus on them. Because Eren is giving him some sort of smile. A good one? A bad one? Certainly a dangerous one.
"Do you still want baby Eren back?" Wiping his makeup off, the boy finds Levi's gaze in the bathroom mirror.
What does it matter? Levi pushes past his partner to use the toilet. The times when both tried for modesty are long gone—on tour you see and hear everything from each other, if you want to or not. "He was cute. So innocent."
"Can't handle the grown-up version of me?" Eren grins at his reflection.
"Not that I can't …" He leaves the part about not wanting to as an implication. "You used to be so impressionable. Remember when you thought my cock was the biggest there is?" Levi huffs softly.
"I still think it's impressive."
"You could kill a horse, Eren. Puberty struck you like a tsunami."
"I think you mean lightning."
"See?" Levi gestures in Eren's direction before he reaches for the toilet paper. "That's what I mean. Ererin never tried to correct me."
"Ererin is a fictional concept," Eren mumbles, a little too amused for Levi's taste. "He's a little boy in a big, lacey dress, singing about happiness and school and his first love. Even when we met, I wasn't that boy anymore."
"Are you saying someone else corrupted you?"
Eren considers the question. "No. That was definitely you, Mister L. Crossing all boundaries, even the legal ones, to spend night after night in the bed of cute little baby Eren."
"You would have done anything to be successful in showbusiness." A fond smile creeps onto Levi's lips. He should be ashamed of it, shouldn't he?
"It's not like you took advantage of me. You could have. But you were a gentleman. Always left me a choice, never pressured me. It's not your fault I was hungry for dick and greedy for affection when I was merely sweet fifteen." Eren shrugs at his reflection. "Are you done? You'll develop hemorrhoids if you don't get up."
Levi tosses the toilet paper roll. Fuck Eren.
"Holy shit." Levi walks through the front door, only two steps behind his lover, but Eren seems to be somewhere else entirely as he slumps down on their sofa. "I'm so glad we're home."
"Shoes off," Levi hisses.
"I just entered … let me sit for fifteen seconds."
"You're supposed to take those off before you sit down."
Eren whines but he gets up to tug off his sneakers. "You're still grumpy. You can stop. We're back home. Tour is finished, no more fans, no screaming, no gifts, no more autographs." Eren hangs up his jacket as well, a small smile on full lips. "We can unwind now, at least for a few days. Let's breathe, okay?"
"When did you become so wise?" Levi massages the tension points on his forehead. "You sound like I used to."
"Almost as if being together forever influences one another." The boy snickers.
But it's a good point. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
The boy hums and walks back into the living room. "Yeah. I've grown up quite a bit." Something in his mood, his way of expressing himself seems … different. Not tense, but not light-hearted either. What is this about? Maybe … no, right?
"Is this about my comment? Again? About missing baby idol Eren?"
He doesn't meet Levi's gaze. Instead, Eren grabs a handful of candy from the coffee table. Their snack bowl is well stocked even when they aren't around. "You aren't …" A frown slips onto his face. Then, Eren finally makes eye contact again. "You aren't into kids and children. Right?"
The question is like a slap. He stumbles back, eyebrows dragged tightly together. "What the fuck, Eren?! No, I'm not a fucking—"
"I was just wondering," He mumbles and twists his body yet again, this time to look at their bedroom door. "I'm not fifteen anymore. I'll never be fifteen again. If you miss that so much … how will I … how could I …"
Levi raises both palms. He takes two, three steps toward his lover. "Eren. Hey. It's … no. It was never about your age. I would have preferred you being older. It was … the way you behaved. That sweet, innocent smile, the way you moved, your eyes so wide with wonder and fascination. Now you've been in business for years. Large stages and modern buses don't impress you anymore. Mikasa and you have seen it all. I'm …"
He sits next to his partner. "Sometimes I'm worried you'll get tired of me as well. Eventually. When you notice that I'm twenty years older and won't always be able to …" He shakes his head. "It's all fun and games at 39. Maybe even until 45. But think further, Eren. You'll be barely thirty when I'm in my fifties. You can't tell me you want this."
Eren's entire face scrunches up. "You can't tell me you'll want to be with someone constantly who just tries to chase after you, never offering you a new experience in return! You were so many of my firsts. How many of yours were I?"
Unintentionally, a small smile comes to Levi's face. "You were my first idol. My first illegal love affair. My first boy in a dress. My first partner I fell in love with instead of just chasing lust. The first who moved in with me. Who suffers through my weeks of mute treatment when I'm working on an album and the first to discuss lyrics with me until past midnight. You're the first boy I deflowered and …" Levi clenches his hand, then opens it again. "You're the first person with that genuine smile and sparkle in their eye."
Eren swallows. "Oh."
It's nice to see someone so talkative being speechless for once.
God fucking damn it, Levi's too tired for this bullshit. He spent all day in the studio. All he wants now is a warm meal and some downtime, but … Eren told him to block the evening. He has a surprise.
Levi hates surprises with a passion. They usually fuck up his plans, his spirit, and more often than not, his savings. Eren's different, though. He's usually a pleasant surprise, so despite his exhaustion … yeah, Levi will try not to be too much of an asshole. The things he does for his lover.
"Eren? I'm home."
High heels click on the wooden flooring. Huh? Do they have a guest? Damn it, Eren better not have dragged anyone over or Levi will—
"Oh. You must be L."
Wide, innocent green eyes blink at him. They’re framed by an unruly mop of short, brown hair and the slightest bit of makeup.
"Eren," Levi gasps, taking it all in. The blue dress, the sparkling little bra beneath it. A big bow over Eren's ass and glittery heels on pastel shoes. Either he went to the hairdresser or Eren's in a wig as well. However he did it, the nineteen year old in front of Levi molded himself into a buffer version of his fifteen year old self. And Eren looks mouth-watering.
"You know my name?" Eren gasps, widening his eyes even further. "I didn't know they already told you …"
Levi only needs a moment to catch on. A slow smile spreads on his lips. There he is again. His innocent little baby Eren. Perfect, in every way. He pauses to take off his shoes and hang up his jacket. "My manager told me you'd eventually come to meet me. Don't think I'm listening to the shit bubblegum music you produce or anything." Levi's fingers tingle with the need to touch. This is anything but a proper recalling of their first meeting, but maybe … just maybe, Eren will go along with it.
Something rougher. Something less … pure. From the moment Levi saw that boy, he wanted to corrupt him, and now … well. This is his chance to be the terrible person he hid away all those years ago in favor of protecting his little idol.
Eren seems to follow quickly. It's not really a surprise. The boy is smart, tenacious …. And absolutely greedy for dick. "I'm not …" He licks over the shiny gloss on his lower lip. "I don't want to talk to you about music … sir."
Sir? This version of Eren seems to have manners. Levi smirks and nods his approval. "Good, because I can't stand the pop shit you do."
"Neither can I." A glint in his eyes hints at the truth of that statement, especially now that they’ve changed their style to something more grown up, more sultry. But no. Levi can't think about that Eren right now. He wants to enjoy the full experience.
"Good. Why don't you sit down, then?" Levi gestures to the sofa. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Maybe some cola."
Levi rolls his eyes. That's one of the things he trained out of Eren. Technically. Coke is bad for his body, his attitude, and his sleep. The caffeinated drink always ended up making Eren hyper instead of awake.
"You can have some tea." The boy pouts, so Levi adds, "If you want, I can put a swig of magic gummy bear juice in it, though." He makes his way to the kitchen and opens the fridge to take out a bottle of rum.
"Oh! Oh, yes, sir. That would be amazing." Eren smiles wider than Levi's seen in months. The older version of him is more sarcastic now. Professional and sometimes even aloof.
But this little ray of sunshine? Levi can't wait to get his hands on him. "Tell me, Eren—"
"Ererin."
"Ererin. Tell me, what brings a little angel like you to the doorstep of a man like me?"
Large hands wind together in front of his lap as Eren plays with his own fingers. "My sister and I make music."
"I know."
"And we’re looking for a producer."
"Go figure."
"And we thought …" Nervous eyes flit across the room. "You're very successful, L."
"I'm also hardworking, disciplined, and focused. I'm a professional with no wiggle room for mistakes. Don't take this the wrong way, buttercup, but I think you lack the experience."
Eren's back straightens as he makes eye contact, something mischievous dancing in his fevered gaze. "But you can teach me, right? Help me gain experience." Again his pink little tongue chases over the gloss. "I'll do anything."
"Anything?"
"Any. Thing." Eren pants softly, hand cupping the back of his neck as he turns a little further into Levi's direction. "I trust you, L."
"You don't even know my name, baby. Or do you? Has anyone told you yet? What to call me?"
"Please tell me," Eren begs. And damn, he’s beautiful like that. "Please, sir. I need to convince you to give me a chance."
With two mugs in hand, Levi returns to the sofa and sits next to Eren. "Convince me? Hmm. Maybe if you prove that this cute little mouth can do more than howl pop songs … How about a deal, little one? I'll test your skills and determination, and if you're good … my name will be your reward. Does that sound fair?" Eren whines before he nods, shifting just a bit. It's enough to jostle his dress, though. Levi ends up being able to look beneath the hem. Baby blue panties grin back at him, but the way they tent turns the innocent little play into a wet fucking dream.
Eren is into this. He wants it as much as Levi does. What bigger turn-on could possibly exist?
"But sir. I can only sing that kind of music so far. I'm … really inexperienced." The last word is half a groan.
"Maybe you shouldn't sing, then."
"How else could I convince you, though?"
"I have an idea." Levi's hand drops to his pants. He opens the zipper, surprised to find himself straining against the confines of his underwear. Eren's eyes gloss over and he smiles for a second, before his mouth gapes open in mock wonder.
"Sir, isn't this indecent?"
"No, no, sweetheart. This is showbiz. Everyone here likes to show off what they’ve got. Don't you want to as well? I bet you have a lovely little pussy under all that frill."
Eren blushes the sweetest pink. Levi hadn't even known he was capable of such colors. "I don't have a pussy, sir. I'm a boy."
"Oh, really? Even with that dress and the bra and everything?"
Full lips purse. "My mommy says clothes have no gender. As long as I feel good, I can wear whatever I want."
"And do you feel good?" Levi rubs the palm of his hand over his straining erection. God, Eren’s unbelievably hot like this.
The boy shakes his head no. "It's … tight."
"Tight?" He lifts the hem of his skirt, showing off the considerable bulge. Eren's little panties can barely contain his arousal. What a perfect sight. "Oh. Oh, well, if it's uncomfortable, I think you should take it off, baby. I'll take mine off as well, so you don't feel weird, okay?"
Eren nods and both scramble out of their clothes. Levi leans back and curls his fist around his cock, stroking leisurely as his eyes feast on the buffet in front of him. "That sure doesn't look like a little pussy to me." Levi reaches out and cups Eren's balls, who's still busy holding up his dress. Upon the touch, he hisses. "Too bad. I would have loved to show you a thing or two."
"Can't you still show me another way, L?"
"Soon." He squeezed his hand. "First, I'll need to check what that mouth can do."
Like a good puppy, Eren leans forward and drops the dress, just to put all fours on the sofa as he crawls over Levi's lap.
"Please, sir. Can you direct me? I've never done this before."
Oh God, Levi licks his lips. He twitches right where Eren can see his want and need. Virgin play?! It's been many, many years since the brat had been untouched, but … fuck, they can pretend. He breathes sharply through his teeth.
"Of course, sweetheart. Let me show you how we professionally handle the challenges of the industry, okay?" Levi squeezes his own base, just so he won't make a mess on Eren's handsome face. He leans over and presses hot lips against Levi's shaft. "Good boy. Give it kisses, baby. Slowly. Imagine you're kissing a cute little girl."
"I don't like girls," Eren murmurs against the side of Levi's dick. "I only want you, L." One harsh breath and a languid lick before Eren's kisses litter his skin with love again.
Levi can't interfere. It’s too much, too perfect. He leans back, shirt pushed up, and watches. "More tongue, Ererin. Or I might think you don't actually want this. Are you just teasing me? Playing with me? If you waste my time—" Eren swallows him to the base, then stays there. But his emerald eyes snap back to Levi, glittering with something primal. The boy sucks harshly, once, twice, and Levi has to paw him off a little just to squeeze his base again. Fuck. Fuck, this shouldn't be so sexy, but everything about the situation is driving him insane. "Turn around, angel. For a good performance, you'll need to move your mouth accordingly. I'll demonstrate what that'll look like."
Eren almost falls off the sofa as he spins around. His chest presses down, his gorgeous, panty-clad ass up. Levi doesn't bother pulling his clothes down, or even to the side. He simply bites the lace with harsh tugs until the material is in shambles. Below him, Eren moans. And because he likes it rough, Levi gives him a harsh spank for good measure.
"A successful little idol has to be very fit, you know? All the dancing, the singing, the—" Levi's eyes trail over Eren's body as if his skin is a garden littered with flowers, but they get stuck on a big metal plug with a blue gemstone. That little minx. Eren came prepared.
He turns around and smirks. "Hmm, sir. I'm very ready to be worked hard." Eren wiggles his gorgeous, pink ass and on impulse, Levi bites. Too perfect, too tempting.
"I'm proud of you, Ererin. Being prepared is always a big plus in the business world." Levi tugs on the little object, then twists it. Watching Eren squirm along with it is a work of art. "I thought you're a virgin, though. Did you put this into your greedy, little hole? Or was it someone else?"
The first drops of pre dripple onto the sofa as Eren arches his back even further. "Me. It was me. I was thinking about you …" He's breathing through his teeth now, panting open-mouthed when he can't control himself and further. "Please, L. I need your guidance."
Levi drags the plug out. If Eren put that in, he's fully prepared and cleaned. After all, the boy knows how particular Levi it's about filth. But Eren takes care of his needs, so Levi has no second thoughts about pushing his face between rosy cheeks to lick at his lover's entrance.
"Fuck!" A quick shout erupts from Eren as more liquid fall onto the sofa. He clasps a hand over his mouth a second after, but oh, it's too late, Levi heard.
He smirks and pulls back. "What a nasty little mouth on such a cute boy." Levi's palm lands on Eren's ass, one harsh slap before he kneads the meat. "Someone so cute shouldn't curse like that."
"Punish me then, L. I want to be your good little perfect boy." Eren curves his spine, putting out like a porn star, but Levi can't fault him. Instead, he delivers a few more spanks before his tongue disappears inside the phenomenal heat again. One of his hands curls around Eren's dick. The boy whines and whimpers. Soon enough, Levi’s reduced him to a bundle of nerves, shaking hard. "L … fu—oh … oh yes … ah—" Strong legs quiver under Levi's ministrations. "Sir … I'm going … I'm going to—fuck, Levi, I'm going to cum!" Eren warns, dropping out of character for a moment to let his lover know—but Levi is unrelenting.
He keeps tonguing the tight ring of muscles, keeps moving his hand, and damn it, when Eren splatters all over the sofa, Levi wants to follow. Good thing it's leather.
The boy pants. Eren’s still vibrating under Levi's touch, hole fluttering in sync with his harsh breathing.
"You're beautiful."
"But I'm not … but you're … I was supposed to show you …" Eren shakes his head.
"No one said I'm done with you."
Large, green eyes snap to him, wide with something between fear and arousal. Levi smirks as he gathers Eren's release in his palm, wiping some off the sofa. "I told you, sweetheart. It's a very professional and harsh business. You can't slack just because you think you're done. You gotta consider what your audience wants."
"Lee, oh my god. What do you—what are you—" Eren chokes his own words in a moan when Levi lets the fluid in his palm dribble down Eren's tailbone.
"Nice and wet for me. Look at you, Ererin."
With a loud, deep groan, Eren presses his face against the pillows—and arches his back once more.
They might have no lube on hand, but Levi is a crafty man. He simply fucks Eren's own cum back into his lover, one coated finger at a time. The boy is shaking with overstimulation … but that’s never stopped Levi. Not when Eren looks so perfect, falling apart.
Levi trails kisses up and down his lover's spine while he massages him open. "Are you ready, little angel?"
Eren's replies are a sob and insistent, harsh nodding. "Please. Please, I need you. Now. Right now. Right—ahhhh!" His head drops back. Damn, what a sight. Eren is spectacular.
"You're holding up like a little champ, Ererin," Levi praises as he starts moving. Eren never needed much time to adjust; his body’s always welcomed cock. Another spank, so Levi can feel him tighten. "Fuck yes. Little slut. You're perfect."
Levi turns off his brain and lets his hips and legs take over. At first, it's just grinding and gentle thrusts, but within minutes, he's fucking Eren as if his life depends on it. Below him, the boy howl like a wounded animal and Levi would be worried, except every time he slows down, Eren reaches back and claws along his body, urging him into motion again.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Levi, it hurts so good, I can't … please, I'm going to die, I'm going—"
"You'll be fine, just fucking handle it like a big boy, Ererin." The nickname makes Eren gasp, just before he starts to toss his body back against Levi. What a slut, chasing his orgasm with enough ferocity to almost break their sofa.
How is Levi supposed to handle this? No. He fucking can't. Short nails dig into powerful thighs just as thunder and lightning chase each other up and down Levi's spine. Maybe he's screaming, or Eren is, or both of them—but the only thing that registers is … how whole he feels.
Levi's eyes fall shut as he presses his face between Eren's shoulder blades. "I … I think … I think I'm going to work with you."
Eren chuckles and reaches behind himself. He's still panting, barely able to support their bodies … but still, he finds Levi's hand and entwines their fingers. "I think I would like that, Mister L."
With a smile, he presses a kiss to Eren's spine. "Name is Levi."