Chasing Summer

Our Time Is Eternal

I wasn't ready to face everyone, so when we reached the Motel 6, I wordlessly pulled Eren toward the bus instead of the front office. He gave no protest, following me without question. The bus was an ugly hunk of grey in the distance, but it promised solitude, artificial darkness, and more time alone with Eren. That's what I wanted, to be with him and only him. It felt like a door I hadn't known was there had finally opened up for me, and I wanted to explore the inside of the room it led to.

            Pushing open the sliding door of the bus when we reached it, I grabbed onto Eren's oxygen tank and let him go in front of me. After he was inside, I climbed in, shutting the door behind us. He smiled at me, turning around to walk backwards, his eyes promising things that I so desperately wanted. Every part of him was tempting, from the luscious locks of hair on his head, to his long legs that made me envision them wrapped around my waist.

            Everything he was, I wanted. There was nothing wrong with him. I didn't care about the cannula that swore he was ill, because in comparison to his smile, it was nothing, a distant memory that was quickly fading. I wouldn't let it come between us. If he ever had any trouble breathing, I'd stay by his side, because nothing could scare me away.

            "Eren," I whispered into the darkness, my voice breathless, wanting.        

            He grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me down into the seat next to him, and just like that, my lips were on his in a whole different way than they had been before. This kiss was urgent, pleading, like we couldn't get enough of each other, like there wasn't enough time in the world to indulge this craving that we had stirred up that day on the beach.

            I ran my thumbs over his jawline, relishing the soft sound it drew out of him. In return, he looped his arms around my neck, pulling me closer, his fingers gliding into my hair. I leaned back, wanting to see his face, satisfied with the expression I found there, but before he could move, I kissed a trail to his neck, where I let my tongue press against his skin. He tipped his head back, granting me more access, fingernails biting into my shoulders when I started to suck.

            I want him. I want to erase the line that shows where he begins and I end.

            "We look a mess," Eren breathed, cupping my face. When I looked up, he leaned forward, closing the space between us. "Everyone's going to know what we've been up to."

            I placed my hands on either side of his waist, forcing him to lean back in the seat. "I don't even fucking care," I whispered when our lips weren't connected. "Do you?"

            "No, so don't stop."

            "I wasn't planning to."

            Time was lost on us. We probably would've stayed in there the whole night if it weren't for the sound of the sliding door opening. That broke us apart real quick, and we sat up at the same time, our hair wild messes on the tops of our heads. We exchanged a look, saw our kiss-swollen lips, and then smiled like idiots at each other. It was our secret, even if the evidence was in plain sight.

            "Levi? Eren? I know you guys are in here." That was Jean's voice. "Coach Smith made me haul my ass out here, so you better answer me." With an aggravated sigh, he stepped onto the bus, a dark silhouette manifesting in front of me. When he saw us sitting there, he said, "It smells like horniness in here."

            Eren laughed and I rolled my eyes.

            "Shut the hell up," I said. "How much trouble are we in?"

            Jean took his time in answering, choosing to walk back to where we were first. "You'd be surprised how persuasive Petra can be," he told me. "She explained to Coach Smith how you two practically proposed marriage on the bus, and were off being dumb, reckless teenagers. Teenagers that were high on lust, and all that good shit."