Threes (disc)

Chapter 013 (Mike)

"Everything? That's a broad as fuck answer." Levi scowled. But his bad attitude didn't hold when Mike started to feel up his legs and went straight to cupping his ass cheek. He did it with ease since Erwin's boxers were so loose against his undeniably smaller frame.

Levi heard rain start to pour outside, droplets hitting against the window sill. They both noticed, and Mike thought to ask when he heard the burr of something moving outside, "Why is your washing machine outside? Doesn't rain do damage to it?"

Levi knew it was a random, but understandable question. For months it had been outdoors for the plain and simple fact that Erwin never had the time and Levi the strength nor the tools to move the thing. Even though Levi had finally reorganized their house to fit the damned thing, eventually Levi had gotten used to it being out there, especially since he liked to hang and dry their clothes on nice days. Besides that, Levi had crafted some sort of fixture that covered all the wiring and buttons from the rain, so it wouldn't have been damaged.

"It's fine out there.." Levi mumbled, unwilling to go into a whole back story about it.

"Oh? What's this?" Mike asked as Levi felt something yanked from the boxer strap. Levi felt the baggy boxers start to slip from gravity, but luckily he grabbed them before they did. He looked at Mike, blushing from ear to ear to see that he held the hair tie in his hand.

Levi was going to grab it from him, but Mike held his arm high up away from his reach. Levi glared, completely unwilling to make a fool out of himself to even attempt to try and take it back, much less jump for it. "Asshole, all my boxers are in the laundry right now, so I had to borrow Erwin's." He responded in monotone.

Mike couldn't help but grin as he catapulted the thing with one hand away from them.

Levi watched the piece fly to the other side of the room angrily. "You piece of shi--" His voice was soon interrupted when Mike pushed the boxers off him, and kicked them away while he grabbed hold again of Levi's ass, fondling it like no tomorrow. The movement of his fingers were unsubtle and demanding.

Levi held a breathe, unsure of whether to let him continue. All he could think about was Erwin and whether this was wrong or not. 'It's not like we're together..we aren't..' He thought again and again.

He held one of his hands to his mouth as Mike kissed the back of his neck, a tickling sensation of his stubble sent Levi forward, nipples pressing hard on the counter. He tried to hold himself up with his other hand, but it felt conflicted. The feeling of hard polished granite against the sensitive skin felt so pleasurably harsh.  There was a few kisses that Mike placed on his back, then a sudden slight pull. He felt Mike's stubble grind against the skin, and right away Levi knew it was going to leave a mark. "M-Mike..we--we can't--don't, Erwin--"

Mike halted immediately, and just when Levi assumed he was going to back off, the taller man pressed his frame against his. He felt the hardness of Mike nudge against him. He felt the warm roughness of his hands brush against Levi's neck, and push his chin upwards to meet Mike who was looking at him from above. Without a moment's notice, their lips met. It was a softer, gentler kiss.

Levi thought it would have felt bitter, heartless, filthy--but instead it felt so right. Levi leaned into it, almost tiptoeing to meet the man's mouth, craving more, but Mike only gave him the bare minimum. When Mike lifted his lips, Levi ended up gasping as he gazed up at him. His chest felt heavy, and he would have fallen, but he didn't. He realized Mike no longer was holding his neck.

Mike tenderly used one hand to brush Levi's hair, strokes soothing as if he were some pet. Levi didn't think he needed it as much as he did, but the movements made him feel comforted.