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"What do you mean you wanna stay home and study?! You've been rambling about Mr Smith since our first year, come on Levi, it's his last week and you're probably never going to see him again. Stop your whining and get your ass out of your room! I'll see you in twenty and don't you dare not to show up. I'm gonna drag you away from your desk and into that bar myself!."
Hange was right, of course. Levi could study whenever, it was the last few days of the semester and he'd aced every single test there was.
Truth be told, Levi was scared. Scared, because Levi Ackerman was a 22 year old nerd and even more important: he was a 22 year old virgin.
Sure, Levi was small and not everybody's cup of tea but he was liked enough by both men and women which wasn't a surprise because in his own way, the man was beautiful with his ebony hair, pale skin and sharp mercury eyes.
Also, Levi was shy and unapproachable not really because of a lack of self confidence but because he found it hard to open up to people. He hated smalltalk and it was rare to find a real connection with someone. It was a rather difficult mix of traits because on top of all that, Levi was foul-mouthed and had a frown almost glued to his face.
Still, many fellow students had a crush on Levi. There was this cute ginger girl, Petra and her boyfriend Oluo who strangely both liked Levi a little too much but the brunette never let things go further than a small smile.
The real problem was, Levi was also picky. Very much so. He liked cleanliness and the thought of exchanging bodily fluids with another person made his toes curl and the small hairs on his nape stand upright. There simply had never been anyone he hadn't found repelling.
Anyone but Erwin Smith of course.
Erwin was everything Levi dreamt of on lonely nights. He was handsome, tall and blonde. Erwin looked like an ancient Greek god, like he'd been chiseled out of marble. Everything about that fucker was perfect. Even his prominent nose and bushy eyebrows didn't make him look weird but made the man even more intriguing. His features were special, Levi had never seen anyone who looked like that. Nobody even came close.
Erwin, or, Mr. Smith, had been Levi's history professor for the last two years. Levi had never been particularly interested in history but the moment Professor Smith entered the room, Levi's priorities changed. From that day on, history was his favorite class and he quickly became the best student in his course, maybe even the whole university.
Still, Levi had never really talked to Erwin. He didn't think it was appropriate to flirt with his professor and well, he wouldn't know what to do anyway. Erwin was 30 years old, which was young for a professor but still old enough to have a lot more experience than Levi had. Which wasn't hard because Levi had exactly zero experience.
Another thing Levi didn't have was time to dwell on the whole thing because now he had a total of 12 minutes left until Hange would be on their way to drag him out of his room, no matter what.
Of course, Levi would go to that stupid party the students had been planning for Mr Smith who was about to move to another city. Levi wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He wouldn't admit it but he'd miss his teacher.
Levi wouldn't go as far as to say he had a crush on his professor but there was definitely something.
Maybe, Levi wouldn't mind exchanging bodily fluids with him. Maybe.
"Heeeey, short stuff! You made it!"
Hange waved and gestured wildly at Levi who immediately blushed in a deep red. He hated to be the center of attention, hated to feel seen. Often, he felt like a ghost, moving through the hallways of his university quietly, almost cat like. His best (and only) friend Hange was the exact opposite. They were the most extroverted person Levi had ever met. They also had lots of friends and somehow had taken a liking on Levi. The introvert was glad Hange had "adopted" him, even if that meant getting dragged along to social gatherings from time to time.
Levi sighed and wished, the ground would swallow him whole but then quickly walked over to Hange and their boyfriend Mobilt, who were waiting outside the campus bar.
"Paradise" was a cosy little pub where you could have snacks, cheap alcohol and play pool. Usually.
Tonight, the place was cramped with students, Mr Smith was a popular teacher and all his classes had come to drink with him, now that he officially wasn't their professor anymore.
There were a ton of girls, all dressed up with amazing make up, waiting to shoot their shot, now it wasn't morally reprehensible anymore.
Levi didn't mind. Of course he wasn't jealous. He didn't care if Erwin Smith got laid or not.
He didn't care if it was one of these ugly ass bitches who looked like they'd fallen into a bath tub filled with make up that would take Erwin home tonight.
He didn't care if the man would rip off one of those tasteless dresses that looked like a few inches were missing.
Of course Levi didn't care because, of course, he wasn't jealous.
Hange quickly grabbed both Levi's and their boyfriend's hands and pulled both inside the bar. They worked as a lab assistant for their teachers from time to time so Hange usually got the best seats at whatever event. Today, they sat at the table with a few other students and most importantly Mr. Smith.
Levi swallowed heavily as they approached the table and extended his hand to pull a chair out towards him (he thought if he sat right at the front he could easily sneak away whenever he felt like it) but Hange sensed his intentions, grabbed his arm and pushed him down onto the bench, right next to the professor, before sliding in next to Levi.
No escaping now, Levi realized.
Erwin smiled at him. A beautiful, honest smile. Like he was actually glad it was Levi who sat down next to him.
"Hello Levi, nice to see you" he said and his hand shortly brushed Levi's.
Erwin kept smiling and Levi's mouth went dry. He coughed awkwardly and Erwin offered him a sip from his own drink. It was whiskey which fucking burned and made Levi cough even more.
"Great. Freaking amazing" Levi thought. Not even two minutes next to Mr. Smith and he already embarrassed himself. But Erwin just kept smiling and ordered more whiskey.
The evening was actually pretty nice and the conversation flowed smoothly, Levi hardly realized he'd gotten a little tipsy. Erwin kept the drinks coming, insisting Levi had some. He also seemed to scoot closer to the small brunette with every drink they shared.
Shouldn't Erwin be roaming around the venue, make conversation and bid his former students goodbye?
It was his party after all.
The man in question didn't even seem to realize how the hours passed by, he was busy getting to know Levi. Really get to know him. Erwin wasn't a man for smalltalk and Levi seemed to appreciate that.
Their dynamic changed a little while Levi was talking to Hange. Suddenly he felt a hand on his thigh. A quick brush at first. It could have been by accident so he dismissed it but then, the hand was back. Firmer this time. A huge palm with long fingers, squeezing Levi's thigh just above his knee.
The man turned his head towards Erwin, Hange got up to use the bathroom anyway.
This couldn't be what Levi thought it was. Surely the other man wasn't groping him on purpose. That was impossible and wrong, right?
Erwin just looked at him fondly but didn't take his hand away. Instead, he moved it upward while his other hand subtly disappeared behind Levi's back and wandered up to Levis nape, starting to gently scratch his undercut. Levi went beet red because he could feel himself get hard. This was degrading, here he was, 22 years old, a grown man who was getting hard because his professor squeezed his thigh and scratched his hair.
This was totally what Levi'd thought it was.
His history professor was in fact touching him purposely and the smaller man liked it.
That huge hand felt even better than Levi had imagined when he couldn't sleep at night and his hands wandered south, inside his pants.
There had been more times when Levi had furiously jerked off to the thought of his professor than he liked to admit.
He had to get away. Quickly so, before anyone could notice his growing hardness.
He stumbled up in panic, thank God Hange was still gone so he could escape from the table easily. Erwin's gaze followed him and Levi could swear the fucker was smirking.
Levi quickly made his way to the bar, his jacket slung loosely around his hips to cover his problem. He needed a drink.
The waitress, a girl called Sasha, recommended some drink with vodka and insisted that vodka was the best liquor ever because it was made from potatoes.
"Weird girl" Levi thought but the drink was strong and he internally thanked the waitress for it. Levi tried to fumble his wallet out of the jacket that was twisted a little awkwardly due to the fact that he had hastily wrapped it around himself.It seemed that he searched for a second too long because he heard a dark, velvety voice very, very close to his ear
"Don't worry it's on me"
Levi opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it again, because when he turned around he realized whose voice it was.
Of course it was professor Erwin Smith standing next to him, so close that Levi could feel the blonde's breath on his neck.
Levi jumped and spilled the drink Erwin had just bought him.
"May I help you with that?"
The blonde fucker grinned and Levi knew there was no escaping now because Erwin grabbed his arm playfully and dragged him to the bathroom. Luckily, there was nobody else. By now the whole bar was almost empty, Levi realized.
He'd spent so much time drinking with Erwin that he hadn't realized how late (or early) it was.
Erwin lifted a hand and brushed Levi's cheek.
"Is this alright?" He murmured
"Y-yes" , Levi stuttered.
Erwin retrieved a handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it against the vodka stain on Levi's pants.
"It's a shame you spilled that drink, Levi. Did something startle you?"
The blonde smiled knowingly while untying the jacket around Levi's hips.
"With that on, I can't even help you clean that nasty stain... I hope you don't mind if I take it off"
Levi shook his head, too stunned to speak.
"No? No like you don't mind it or 'No', like I shouldn't help you dry your pants?"
Erwin pulled up his eyebrows quizzically, asking for Levi's consent.
"N-no I don't mind, S-sir!"
The brunette couldnt get his mouth to form proper words.
"Good boy"
Erwin started rubbing circles with his handkerchief and Levi asked himself what this was about because the man clearly didn't want to dry his pants. It was late anyway so who cared about a stain there.
"What are you doing here, professor?" Levi managed to ask.
"I'm drying your pants, aren't I?"
Levi rolled his eyes.
"Okay okay, I was a little sad you just jumped up and leave me sitting at our table by myself so I went after you and well, here we are now, Levi."
Right. Here they were.
Erwin's hands moved to the waistband of Levi's jeans and opened his belt, the button, then the fly
The brunette's dick was rock hard by now, he was sure this was some fucked up dream. His professor had pulled him into the bathroom and unbuttoned his pants.
Erwins hand slid inside, palming Levi's erection through his briefs.
"Already eager?"
He asked while his face came closer to Levi's until their noses almost brushed.He stopped there, waiting for Levi, unsure if he would close the last bit of distance.
The small man did. He had kissed other people before, just never got intimate with anyone.
Their lips touched, softly, cautiously at first.
Erwin licked at Levi's lips, asking for access without words.
Levi happily complied. He didn't even remember the last time he'd felt this good.
He didn't think, his head was empty except one thought "Erwin"