Eren’s got a problem. Two problems. Three, technically, but he’d rather forget his little friend popping up to say hello. But it’s hard to forget because he can’t stop staring, and he knows he should stop staring so he can calm down, but all the bad things are good things and something… what was he thinking again?
Because every single thought, every single cell and nerve that operates his brain seems to have gone haywire. Perhaps a fuse blew. All Eren knows is that all operation ceased in his brain and nothing is processing except those two magnificent guns. Not guns per se, you know the ones with triggers and bullets, the ones that kill people – yeah, not those. Although Eren thinks the guns he’s referring to can probably kill people. Get them around a person’s neck and choke them to death, definitely, and who knows what else.
He sucks in his bottom lip as he watches Levi curl the hundred-pound dumbbell with ease. There’s an hour’s worth of workout sweat already glistening along his skin, but Eren’s too preoccupied by the glistening biceps to notice anything else. Oh wait, triceps, too. And the veins that pop out, that’s pretty hot. Levi doesn’t have an obnoxious amount of veins bulging out. His arms aren’t grossly huge, either. They’re big enough that Eren knows he can’t wrap his hands around. And tone. So wonderfully, beautifully tone.
Every cut of muscle, every tone line – Eren traces them all with his gaze as he starts to bite his lip. It’s all he can do to hold back the moan he wants to let out because he’s already uncomfortable in his gym shorts as it is.
He’s completely forgotten the fact that he’s supposed to be doing ab crunches on the machine but that’s unimportant.
Levi lowers the dumbbell slowly, agonizingly slow that Eren can see the whole length and curve of arm and he wiggles in his seat as a small huff escapes his mouth.
When did they turn the air con off?
God and those forearms. Eren wants nothing more than to squeeze them, to see if they’re as hard and firm as they look; to feel the sinew of muscle fluctuate beneath skin as Levi curls the dumbbell. He wants to feel how thick they are, how hot they’d be around Eren’s body; wants to grasp and hold them as they cage his head while Levi pounds into him from abo–.
Levi’s staring at him. It takes Eren five seconds to realize he let out a whimper.
“Umm, I gotta go to the bathroom!"
Clutching his gym towel over his crotch, Eren quickly darts off, a knowing smirk on Levi’s face.
(they have sex in one of the gym showers the end.)
