Threes (disc)

Chapter 001 (Intro)

"Fuck this damned hormone problem." Levi cursed as he sat in the bathroom moping.

Ever since he could remember, Levi had always had a problem with sex. Way more than he ever cared to admit. Ever since some traumatic event that he couldn't remember, he had hated being touched. He got anxious every single time someone even got just a bit too close. Didn't matter who it was. Family, friends that he didn't or used to have--it was the same. The only exception? Whoever his lover was at the time. This time it was Erwin.

Erwin worked from early in the morning to way too late at night. It was a schedule that pissed them both off, and Erwin would have quit, but he was just needed way too much.

It had almost become tiresome nowadays--or that's what Levi believed. Because every time they were together seemed to have a lack of real conversation. Hell it felt like he didn't know the damn man anymore. He was always on his goddamned phone.

The dreaded phone. He hated those damned things. This was only because his ex, Farlan, had cheated on him numerous times on it. With snapchat, Instagram, iMessage--even when there were stone cold hard evidence, the man would lie to his face about it. And for a while, he was so silly and young and stupid to had even agreed to being in a threesome with some woman or other just to make the damned boy happy. It hurt like hell, and murdered his pride, but he wanted him to be fucking happy.

And now he thought to be paranoid all the time because of technology. Too many things could be hacked, deleted. It was too much drama. What's worse is Erwin and he just don't talk anymore. What was there even to talk about? He has no clue how to talk about work, because every time he did ask the blonde man would respond--same as always--'ass'. Erwin was heavily into high end, fancy cars, but Levi obviously knew nothing about the subject, and try as he did to understand, it just could never stick.

Levi was more of--trash. He was into the more creative things in life that often would be regarded as weird shit that teenagers would be into. He was into art and writing. In fact, he would regularly do commissions. The type of art and stories that made him happy, however, seemed to be a subject Erwin really had no interest in. Unlike Levi, he never really asked about it or showed any interest in wanting to ask about what he did. No, he would stay plastered on his phone and his own shit.

Levi would complain about it more, but the type of art and writing Levi seemed to be good at had always been what only teenage girls seemed to be into--fucking yaoi. He just happened to be an old 28 year old that had the knack for exactly that sort of thing.

Many times Levi had tried to deny his joke of a talent. He wished he had much more of a knack for the useful things--like math, or fixing shit, even cooking. Or at least normal things that guys were good at. But try as he might, yaoi seemed to be the only real thing he was good at or drawn to.

Going back into the bedroom Levi glanced at Erwin who was fast asleep. Quietly he put on his shoes. He thought that he might as well take a walk outside. It wasn't like he was going to get sleep tonight.

His hormones seemed to be a huge problem--provoking his sex drive to be somewhat hyperactive than most people. And most days he could deal with it, but today just wasn't one of those days.

He patted Erwin's head, combing through his hair every now and then. Some part of him wishes he would just wake the fuck up and fuck the shit out of him, but Levi knew better. His morals were too high. It was no use waking him up. He didn't want to because of Erwin's long hours.

Taking out his phone, he unlocked it, opening the notorious yellow and black icon that Erwin knew nothing about--Grindr.

It was fact that Erwin and he weren't exclusive or together or anything. They each knew that. So silly as it seemed sometimes, he chose to download the damn thing.