The Ereri Project!

Pizza (Blind)

Levi once again settles his eyes on Eren; cozy and pajama clad with his laptop and the headphone/microphone set up so he can write.

Well, not write.

So he can speak, but that sounds strange too. So he can work on his next novel.

Levi likes having Eren over to work, it's an extra excuse to have him around for a little while without the threat of Mikasa coming home.

Usually he tries to do his own work but Eren's voice is so compelling it's a distraction he can't ignore.

So he watches.

He's almost never bored, Eren has a very expressive face when he speaks, even when he's only talking to a computer.

He especially likes like the faces Eren makes when he's talking about or coming up with dialogue for the Captain; all tight, stern expressions and tense shoulders that are almost comical on the goofy, fluid boy he's come to know.

"The Captain puts his cup down, turning to his friend," Eren puts on one of those faces and does a weird thing with his voice as he makes the Captain say, "'You sure you just don't need to take a shit?'"

Levi bursts into laughter. Eren frowns and turns off his headphones, turning to Levi. "Stop laughing!" he says, starting to giggle a bit himself at the sound of Levi's own laughter.

There's a knock on Levi's door so he tries to compose himself on the walk across the room.

"Hey," the pizza guy, some teenager who looks like he's been sweating since he was born, says, handing over the pizza with the container of wings sitting on top.

"Thank you," Levi says, sitting both items on his coffee table before paying the kid. "Keep the change."

Eren closes his laptop and sits in on the end table. "I've always wondered what it's like being a delivery boy," he says.

"It sucks," Levi says, getting plates and drinks and putting the wings in the fridge, they're for his lunch tomorrow because he knows already he's not going to feel like cooking and he shouldn't go out because he has midterm papers to grade.

"My first job was delivering pizza back in my hometown. Worst job I've ever had, that smell never left my car and I had to take two showers a day to keep from feeling greasy all the time."

Eren chuckles. "I can't imagine you doing a job like that."

"Too dirty?"

"Too social. You have incredibly low tolerance for even mildly rude people."

Levi shrugs, sitting beside Eren. "The worst part was being hit on. Didn't happen very often but it happened, drunk people shouldn't be allowed to talk to strangers."

Levi puts a slice of pizza on his plate to cool for a moment.

Before putting a slice on Eren's plate and pulling the cheese off it for him; he said he choked on it once when he was really little so he just doesn't eat it with the cheese anymore.

Eren reaches for his plate but Levi swats his hand away. "But I'm hungry~" he whines.

"It's hot and I want to feed you," Levi say. Eren opens his mouth but Levi speaks again before he can, "I know you can do it yourself but I want to, okay?"

Eren's cheeks tint pink. "I guess that's alright."

Levi smiles and gently holds Eren's chin with one hand while picking up the pizza with the other, guiding it toward Eren's mouth slowly.

Eren bites off the end, moaning. "Oh my god, I love pizza," he says.

Levi chuckles. "You're just hungry."

"That too."

Eren ends up resting one of his hands on Levi's thigh, leaning closer. It occurs to Levi that this is literally the only way he can imagine pizza being even remotely sexy.

He takes a bite of his own pizza before feeding Eren some more.

Once Eren's entire slice is gone he leans over to kiss the raven-haired man. "Thank you," he says.

"My pleasure."

Eren smiles cheekily. "Can I have another now?"