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Eren stumbled and chuckled, rushing towards the bridge where he had first met his best friend. They had planned on spending the holiday together. Levi had been busy with college courses, and Eren had landed himself an internship at a multinational corporation. The sudden separation had left an avidity of ebbing emotions and morbid curiosity to explore beyond friendship between them. Eren was affrighted to pull the thread of conversation with the raven. What if Levi had never seen more than a friend?
Melancholy blooms like the rose kissed by the first showers of pearly raindrops, along with thorns of ruefulness in his chest. Eren squashes it, sprinting and coming to a halt when he sees his best friend, the very person for whom he has been harbouring salacious desires for months now. The separation between them has led to treacherous greed to kiss and ravish the raven.
Levi was wearing simple apparel, his face flushing a brilliant shade of rosiness owing to the bone-chilling winds of winter. His dark hair was tousled, and it didn’t make him look any less handsome; on the contrary, it made him more irresistible, his translucent skin glowing under the silver moonlight.
The bridge was decades old, designed by the skilled men of their town, including Eren’s father. That man takes pride in reminding the brunet that he has contributed a lot to their town’s growth. Eren has to admit, the bridge was effortlessly breathtaking now, metal railings decorated by vines of flowers and on their intertwined knots perched various glowing globes that could be seen during the winter season, on large flashy Christmas trees. The moon wasn’t the only one kissing Levi’s skin; the vivid hues of the blinking balls reflected on his skin and beaming face when he spotted Eren jogging towards him.
“Eren, it’s been a very long time.” Levi holds his hand out to the panting brunet, who has his head hung low, gasping for air with his hands clutching his trembling knees. Eren maybe overdid his excitement? This wasn’t the first impression he wanted to imprint on his crush and best friend. Yet. Here he was heaving for air, the body still coming down from the exhilaration of jogging miles, the cold air biting and pressing a gnawing caress on his skin along the way.
“Six months!” Eren exclaims affronted that Levi hadn’t been counting their days of being away from each other. Levi has that tender smile, his hand still stretched out for the brunet to take. Eren grabbed it roughly, pulling his tongue out playfully, and said, “You haven’t grown an inch.”
And the next thing he knows, he has his head crushed between Levi’s arms. Levi was holding him in a bantering headlock, tittering about how foul and malicious Eren was; looking down on his friend was something that was out of his control, and Eren, for his part, enjoys the warmth radiating from Levi’s arms, and out of nowhere he does something he knew was new and not something a friend would do to the other: he kisses Levi’s hand and starts to pepper kisses.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” Alarmed, Levi jolts away, his eyes the size of saucers. Eren still panting, blinks furiously, comprehension dawning on him. Levi's disembroiled countenance does nothing to suppress his loudly thundering heart; it has the opposite effect. His heart beats wildly against his ribcage, like the galloping reindeer with its hooves hammering the snow-covered grass and landing carrying Santa on Christmas eve to reward kids.
“I don’t know,” Eren answers, his pellucid green eyes drawing the dark ones like a moth to a flame. “But I do know this… You have been on my mind for a frustrating amount of time and irritating me for hours in the night; I lose slumber thinking about you.”
Levi’s jaw dropped at the lewd, crude confession. Pulling himself together, Levi drawled, mischief glimmering in his titillating dark eyes, “That’s not how someone says they miss their best friend, Eren.”
He had expected Eren to blush and laugh it off like he usually did when things got awkward between them. Awless brat's opulent green eyes held a profound, heartfelt tenderness. Levi exhaled sharply.
“I meant it, as much as I’m incensed for losing sleep over ribald dreams with my close friend.” Eren pulled him closer, their bodies sharing warmth now, the temperature was suddenly elevating owing to the rush of palpitating emotions. Levi was gobsmacked and staring without blinking, affrighted albeit intrigued to miss the tender visage of the beautiful boy with the softest chocolate mane glowing from the various Christmas lights caressing them. “I want those dreams to become reality with you, Levi.”
Levi assayed to respond, but the large lump lodged in his throat made it harder to talk or breathe. He curled his bottom lip between his sharp teeth, pondering. Damn. Stupid Yeager, with his jaw-droppingly succulent lips and the most beautiful face.
“Is that a confession, that you want to have sex with me?” Levi finally asked, feeling Eren's large hands around his waist tighten at the insinuation. Eren shrugged and said, “Sex isn’t the only thing I want. I want us to date, Levi.”
Eren had a weird way of asking someone out. Levi wouldn't dare to call him out on it, given how the brunet's face was flushing, even more, his eyes glimmering now with pearly tears rather than the effect of the decorative lights.
He wouldn’t say he was as innocuous as Eren thought he was. Levi’s first-ever wet dream was about Eren, with Eren’s supple pink lips sucking his dick. “You’re postulating we start dating?” He wants this, he realised, the trepidation of losing Eren to someone else left a sour and bitter taste on his tongue. Eren’s grip on his body slackened, Levi wouldn’t let him pull away, he cupped the tall boy’s cheeks, and he susurrated haphazardly, “I think I want that too.”
Eren’s wide eyes turned crescent, a wide smile stretching across his lips. “Are you sure?”
“I enjoy bothering you in your dreams; you mocked me for my height, so it's only fair that a good-looking person like me gets to mess with your sleep,” Levi nodded.
Their breaths collided and impaled on each other as Eren leaned in. A soft pair of lips he had dreamt of touching and biting traced his cold one. As Levi shut his eyes and embraced their first kiss, Eren tasted like sweet cocoa, and smelt like the fresh dew on forest leaves, he felt something soft and cold drop on his shoulder; Eren did too. They pulled away to watch the first snow descend on them majestically and gracefully.
“Thank you, Levi.” Eren hugged him, enjoying the gentle shower of snow. Levi leaned closer, chasing the warmth and safety of Eren’s body.