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This was not how Eren had planned to spend his 21st birthday.
Meeting up with Armin and Mikasa? Obviously.
First time in a gay bar? Been planned for weeks.
Letting his friends leave with hot people were the necessity to arrive? He was ready for that.
Yes, he was finally allowed to drink, but because of it people seemed to notice him more. His beer seemed to be an arrow pointed at him saying “This boy is legal, do with him what you will”.
There was this one particular creep that seemed to be very interested in him, as he'd been trying to get close to Eren for the whole night. Mikasa and Armin had helped fending him off for a while, but now that they had both left with two hot strangers (which was perfectly fine because that was their arrangement) he had to deal with the creep alone, and it annoyed him more than it scared him. He was quite scared of him nonetheless.
“Hello, young man...” he slurred, obviously drunk.
Holy walls not again please go away.
“Oh, um, hello sir. Again.” Eren mumbled, looking down at his beer, which had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world.
“Come on, boy, no need to be so formal...” he said, leaning on Eren's shoulder. Eren shuddered at this and tried to push him off, which didn't prove to be difficult at all.
The creep fell into a chair but then stood up clumsily.
“I'm Hannes, what's your name, pretty boy?”
Eren had never found 'pretty boy' offensive, it was literally a massive compliment. But from Hannes' lips it felt like the worst slur, almost like being called fag or queer by stupid high school bullies who just didn't realise they were attracted to him until years later. So he cringed and answered through his teeth.
“I'm... I'm Eren...” he murmured.
“Weeeeell, Eren, why are ya so alone tonight?”
“I'm not! I, uh, I'm...” he had to think fast. “I'm w-waiting for my boyfriend!”
“Reeeally?” Hannes mumbled, getting way too close for Eren's liking. “So where is he, leaving such a beautiful creature all alone?”
“He, uh, he's very busy, important job and everything. He's coming soon, I think.” Eren started looking around, trying to find someone who'd fit the description.
“Is he now?” Hannes purred in his ear.
As if by magic, the perfect candidate walked in. He had hair the colour of a literal raven, with the most polished undercut he'd ever witnessed on a human. The shirt was black, buttoned up slightly more than half way, paired with nice dark jeans. His face? Like an angel. Like an angel who wanted to murder you, but still an angel.
Brilliant, now if only I had the guts to talk to him.
“So, you're 21, eh?” the creep whispered.
That's. It.
“Oh, look, there he is! Excuse me, um, whatever your name is.”
Eren stood up, grabbed his beer (even though it was empty) and speed walked towards the angel with murderous intentions, who was now very confused.
“Hey babe!” Eren yelled “What took you so long, haha!”
He then threw himself at the stranger and kissed him. The kiss was not part of the plan.
A lot of thoughts went through his mind.
Whoops.
Woah this guy's lips are soft.
Shit this is my first kiss.
Holy shit I look like such a pervert.
He let go, blushing furiously, and looked at the guy's face for a moment, that had the same shade of pink he did. He had an expression Eren couldn't describe, so he leaned in and whispered:
“I'm so sorry, I truly am, this guy behind me is a creep, please play along? I'm Eren”
“Say no more. I'm Levi.” he whispered back.
Levi threw Eren onto his lap in one swift move, which only made him blush even more, then stroked his face lovingly, and Eren was sure he'd have died from how cute this guy was.
“Well, hello there Levi dude.” Hannes murmured.
“Hello Hannes, still creepy as shit I see.”
“Oh come on, dude, that's just rude.”
“So is perving on my boyfriend, you asshole.”
“Alright, alright, I guess you're right. I'll leave you boys to it, then.” Hannes then clumsily winked and stumbled his way out of the bar.
“That piece of shit has been on my nerves for the past ten years” Levi commented when Hannes left.
“Really? Wow”.
They were in silence for a moment, still staring at each other.
“So, uh, how old are you Levi?”
The man sighed, almost in disappointment. “32 next Saturday.”
Eren's eyes widened in surprise. “R-really? I would've thought 25, at the latest!”
Levi chuckled under his breath. “Not the first time I've heard that. So how about you?”
“I'm, uh, I'm 21. It's kinda my birthday today.” Eren felt so small now.
Levi looked confused now. “Why are you alone on your 21st? Surely that's not right.”
“Oh I didn't come alone, but me and my friends made a deal so that if they met someone hot they could go away with them if they wanted to. And they both did, so yeah, kind of alone now.”
“Well, I guess we could hang out now that we're here.” Levi suggested. Eren went even more red and Levi panicked. “O-only i-i-if y-you w-want to of c-course... I mean I'm just a weird old man you got to play 'boyfriends' with which was TOTALLY cool by the way I would have done the same-”
“Hey, it's OK! I would love to hang out with you, you're alright.”
They both sighed in relief.
They spent the night chatting away about anything and everything, the kiss had been an extremely efficient ice breaker and nothing seemed awkward.
Towards the end of the night they exchanged phone numbers.
“Call me whenever you feel like going on a real date, yeah?”
“Of course, Levi.” Eren smiled.
As they headed their separate ways Levi heard him phone ring in his pocket and answered it without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?”
“Is now too soon?”