Of tea, apples and embarrassing dates // Ereri //

11- Levi's a virgin

What if he messes up? It seems pretty clear to him Eren's quite experienced -he can see it in his confidence, his flirtatious attitude, the look in his eyes and the shade behind some of his words.

On the contrary, he is not. The only time he's tried to go to it was in high school, when he was seventeen and felt like having sex was somehow mandatory. Needless to say, it hadn't gone well. He'd found himself naked between the bare legs of another guy, completely unable to get hard or just feel excited in general and, cherry on top, on the verge of a breakdown.

He'd found the guy cute, so he really had thought it would have been okay, but he hadn't considered yet that enjoying someone's presence and finding them aesthetically pleasing doesn't necessarily accompany sexual attraction.

No more sexual experiences for Levi Ackerman from then.

He'd fallen in love, though. It had been an older boy at college, looking like he'd just come out of a painting, and he'd approached him first, slowly growing on him. It was quite surprising when the thought of having him naked, sprawled out on the sheets of his bed, had made him hard. Truly surprising.

It hadn't led to anything, anyway: he'd been rejected badly, so badly, and left alone with a broken heart and a lot of confusion in his head.

Luckily, Google always has the answer.

Coming back to the present, though, the point is: he fucking cannot make up his mind.

Eren must notice it, too, because a concerned look darkens his features. "Levi? Is everything fine? If you don't feel like it it's perfectly okay, we can-"

"Eren. It's nothing, really." Eren's features sweeten and Levi deposits a loving kiss on his lips to reassure him that he's done anything wrong at all.

Levi takes a deep, deep breath, knowing he's going to do the thing he's never imagined he'd ever do in his damned life: he asks himself, "What would Zoe say about it?"

And the answer is, "Talk it out, you fucking idiot!"

Could he be killed on the spot, he follows the indirect suggestion. "Let's go. But... I need to tell you something before."

"You can tell me everything without any worry."

They go up three flights of stairs to reach Eren's flat. Inside the living room is tidy enough, a small kitchen facing it directly.

Eren sits down on the couch and pats the cushion next to him. Levi ignores the voice in the back of his skull saying he's not a pet, and obeys.

"So. Mh."

Woah, keep it up, Levi.

Eren is drawing circles with his fingers on Levi's thigh, and the man manages to calm down a bit.

"Okay. So. Do you know what demisexual means?"

Eren's eyebrows furrow. "I'm sure I heard about it, but I can't exactly recall it."

Levi shuffles in his spot and clears his throat. "It's when, well, you only feel sexual attraction toward people you have a close emotional connection with. Yeah."

Eren's eyes sadden. "And you're worried because... you don't like me after all?"

"What? No, are you crazy? I like you, Eren, I like you as much as I never liked anyone before. That's why it's scary. So fucking scary."

The young man beside him has quickly regained his confidence and tightens his hand on Levi's thigh, but instead of making him feel pressured, he feels secure.