34,000 Feet Above The Ground (Ereri)

Chapter Three

This venture hadn't gone as well. They'd wanted to argue with Levi, insisting their way was the best way to promote the company. Even if it really wasn't. He'd been forced to call Erwin, to extend his time in New York while he worked them around.

Two weeks. Two bloody annoying weeks until he was able to crack them, before he was finally able to book a flight home. And his mood had worsened when he realized Eren was no longer stateside. He lamented the chance to fly with him again.

Levi grumbled as he made his way down the ramp toward the plane. It was going to be a really long flight home, with no Eren to keep his mind occupied.

Or so he thought. But as he stepped onto the plane, he was met with a familiar pair of blue green eyes. He covered his surprise well, walking to his seat. Closing his eyes, his lips curved into the smallest of smiles. It appeared this flight would be bearable, after all.

The turbulence during liftoff made him a nervous wreck. By the time drinks were offered, he felt flush, and wondered if he'd be able to keep anything down.

"This should help."

Levi looked blearily at the offered cup. His stomach rolled as he swallowed but the mixture did the trick. "Is this addicting?" He might as well ask, since the drink was the only thing that helped his flight nausea.

"No more than any other drink. The herbs are natural herbs, and there's only about a finger's width of brandy in it."

Levi looked at Eren's long fingers, blinking in amusement as the boy turned crimson.

"Eren!" Another flight attendant draped her arms over the male. "Hey, I want to flirt with this guy for a while. Go give drinks to coach class."

The boy flushed darker. Without another word, he made his way down the aisle, unconsciously sashaying his hips as he walked.

Levi stifled a groan of longing as he watched Eren walk away. Was the boy even aware of how perfect his backside was?

He forgot the other flight attendant was there until she spoke. "Someone's crushing on Er~en!"

The singsong voice annoyed him, and he glared up at her. "Go away."

"Aww, that's no fun." She pouted at him. "If I leave now, how will you learn anything about him?" Her face broke into a grin when his expression didn't change. "My name is Hanji. I've known the kid since he was a kid. Now, Eren is amazingly oblivious and naïve. He won't know you like him unless you actually say something. He is extremely lacking in the relationship department. I don't think he's had a steady relationship in, well, ever."

"Age?" His tone was not strangled. At least, that's what he told himself.

"He's eighteen. Oh, but his birthday is tomorrow, so he'll be nineteen."

Nineteen, Levi mused. Not legal to work in a bar, as he'd guessed. How he was even able to get a job as a flight attendant was beyond Levi. Eren was, however, legal for a relationship. Luckily. "Does he prefer males?"

Hanji shrugged. "Like I said, he hasn't had any serious relationships. So that's something you'll have to find out for yourself." She leaned in closer and Levi had to fight not to flinch away. "I look forward to recording the data." Whistling, she walked away.

Levi was bristling, although he refused to show it. He'd gotten some good information from Hanji, but wanting data? Grumbling again, he downed the rest of his drink and pressed the button to call an attendant, calming when Eren was the one to answer. "Oi, Eren. Can you make me another of these?" He shook the empty cup. "That woman fried my nerves."

Eren chuckled. "Everyone says that." He took the cup, mixing up a new drink. "She's actually really nice. She just... likes drama and research."

That earned a snort from Levi. He sipped his new drink, watching Eren. "Where do you live, if not in the States?"

"In Tokyo. I have friends all over, though. Jean likes it when I'm stateside, because I'm efficient."

"And underage."

The boy blushed again. Levi decided it was fun to watch the teen change colors. "I'm legal." The younger male grumbled. "Just not technically legal enough to work in a bar. Which is why I'm not on the books."

Levi stared at him, unwilling to believe what he'd just heard. "You work there... for free?!"

"I help him when he needs it." Eren defended. "And I'm learning a lot. I created what you're drinking while working there."

He had to admit, Eren had him with that statement. "Fine. And thank you." He groaned and closed his eyes as the plane suddenly lurched.

He hated flying, so very very much.
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Those eyes plagued him as he slept. In his dream Eren approached him, fresh out of the shower, hair dishelved. A rosy blush stained his cheeks. "Levi." Dream Eren breathed. "I want to be with you. Please let me take care of you."

Levi moaned as he was drawn into the most sensual kiss he'd ever experienced. His breath hitched when long fingered hands reached inside his pants and...

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"

Someone was shaking him awake. He opened bewildered gray eyes to stare into large blue green ones.

"Sir?" Eren asked again.

"Levi." He responded sleepily. "My name is Levi, not Sir."

"You were moaning in your sleep. Did you have a nightmare?"

Nightmare? Levi mouthed, trying to think. He caught sight of Hanji grinning at him. When she saw him looking, she pointedly glanced at his lap.

Levi looked down, and his face instantly flamed. "B... bathroom!" He grunted, rushing past the two attendants, one confused, one laughing her head off.

"Shit." Levi muttered after locking himself in the small bathroom. "What was I dreaming?!" He closed his eyes, trying to remember. Something about Eren. Something erotic, obviously, or he wouldn't be sporting the World's biggest boner right now. Placing one hand over his mouth to stifle any noises he might make, he reached into his pants with his other hand, gripping the hot hard flesh. He envisioned seeing the body beneath Eren's flight uniform, glistening with sweat after a hard ride.

He came before he was ready, falling to his knees from the intensity. Oh yes, he had it bad for the teen. He stayed on the ground for a few minutes, until he got his breathing under control. Then he climbed to his feet, legs still a bit weak, and set about cleaning up the mess he'd made. The water he washed his hands with was almost scalding, but it made him feel clean again.

Hanji was off helping someone when he exited the bathroom, but Eren was in the flight attendant's niche, reading until he was needed. He gave Levi a quizzical look.

"Just a dream." Levi told him. Sadly. He sat in his chair again, a small smile gracing his mouth as Eren came over with him. So much for being emotionless. Levi thought. In the short time he'd known Eren, the boy had effectively broken through his uncaring unfeeling demeanor. It was actually mildly annoying. He cleared his throat. "So... Eren. If you aren't busy when you get back to Tokyo, would you like to get a drink with me?"

"Why?" The boy asked honestly. "I can get a drink any time I want when I'm stateside."

That was a blow to Levi, but he should have known better. The kid moonlighted as a bartender, after all. "Dinner then? My treat?"

"Maybe. I have to find out how soon I'm flying out again. But a free dinner would be nice."

That smile almost unglued Levi. He coughed, trying to cover his blush. "O... okay. We can talk more about it after the flight."

Another radiant smile, and for the rest of the trip all Levi could see was stars.