After all, he's decided they'd go ice skating not only because he has fun doing it, but also because he knows he's good at it. A quick look at Eren had suggested otherwise: he's quite clumsy, very tall and probably grown up far too fast, thus making him unable to totally control his movements.
Now, he's got the right to laugh a bit, doesn't he?
Anyway, when the playful pout turns into a discouraged look, Levi feels a tugging sensation in his chest and his laughter morphs into an almost caring smile.
He skates in front of him and stretches his arms out, offering him help getting up. When Eren is once again on his foot, anyway, Levi keeps holding his hands. "Let's go slowly. Here, look at the way I do it and hold onto me to find your balance."
Fuck, why does his voice sound like this? He's not caring. He. Is. Not.
Okay, no kidding, he really is caring and that expression Eren's making right now is making him melt.
"How do you do it? I mean, I have problems standing still, while you're skating backward." He chuckles. "It's magic!"
Levi rolls his eyes, but he's in no way trying to hide the smirk on his lips.
"Look, Levi! I'm doing it, I'm ice skating!" Eren says cheerfully, eyes sparkling with glee. He looks like a kid opening the gifts under the Christmas tree.
"Yes, you're doing it. Good job, Eren."
Both their hands are freezing and the tip of Eren's nose has gone red, his lips even redder if possible.
Levi tugs him a little and with a concerned sound Eren slides on the ice until they're so very close, hand still linked together, and he puts both their hands inside his jacket pockets. They're so close, so close, so close their noses are lightly brushing against each other and he can actually feel Eren's slow breath on his skin.
Then Eren bows his head a little more, but a little more is just enough to make their lips collide ever so softly. Eren's lips are chapped today, too, but also soft, incredibly so. They're kissing lightly, a testing caress, but Eren tastes so good it makes him wanna taste more. He puts a hand out of the pocket, bringing Eren's with his, and places the other's on his neck before using his own to bring the boy even closer, to deepen the kiss he's become so hungry for.
It's been ages since Levi's kissed someone. Not weeks, not even months, but years. He'd soon understood kissing isn't something that works with everyone for him. Right now, though, it feels just perfect.
The kiss breaks shortly after, neither of them willing to step away from their actual position. Their foreheads are touching and Eren is shutting his eyes closed, his long eyelashes curved on his cheekbones so deliciously flushed. He's smiling, his dimples showing, and Levi notices he's smiling too.
He's so terribly gone.
***
They're walking on the sidewalk holding hands. Yes, Levi feels like a fucking teenager; no, he wouldn't let go.
He's seeing Eren home, because that's what a decent person would do, but he doesn't complain when, once they arrive, Eren puts his hands on the sides of Levi's face and kisses him gently.
"Levi, come with me?" he murmurs, green doe-eyes staring directly in his.
He doesn't answer right on the spot. A part of him is shouting and yelling, telling him he'd be crazy if he refused. The other one, though, the rational and thinking-too-much- part, is speaking him firmly: he has to keep in mind, he's never done it before.
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