Month Ending

- Two months and one week remaining

Eren was freaking out.

Freaking out because he was in bed, nothing but boxers on, and it was physically impossible for him to be pressed any closer against Rivaille without some form of copulation going on.

There could be worse things to be worried about. In the back of his mind, some part of him was acknowledging this. However...

His memory of last night was blurry. He had a few specific memories - exchanging those Big Three Words (I love you too I love you too I love you too I love you too, Eren was glad he at least remembered that so he could replay it in his mind), the drinking game, the confessions that came with the drinking game, falling asleep in the kitchen in Rivaille's arms.

But he was almost certain that there was a conversation that he couldn't quite bring to the front of his mind, like it was nagging at him from his subconscious.

What bothered him the most though was that he had no fucking clue how he got in Rivaille's bed. Did he carry Eren here? Did Eren slip in after Rivaille fell asleep? Did they have mind-blowing make-up sex and Eren couldn't even remember it?

He shifted slightly, daring to sit up. No, he'd be more sore this morning if that were the case. Unless-he did remember a conversation about him topping last night-!

"What kind of fucking expression is that?"

Rivaille's voice came from the right side of the bed, jerking Eren out of his train of thought. He met the other man's unamused stare before trailing down, noticing that Rivaille was still fully dressed. He frowned.

"Why am I almost-naked?"

Rivaille shrugged out of his pajamas, pulling on his outfit that was already neatly laid out. Eren almost laughed at how meticulous the man was, even when drunk. The other scoffed.

"You tell me." he said, pulling his pants off and ignoring the way Eren was blatantly ogling him. "You're the one stripping in your sleep. Remind me to not let you fall asleep when you're drunk, by the way. You're even more restless than when you're sober."

Eren's gaze dropped down to his hands, curled up in his lap on the bed. "Oh. So we didn't-you know... Do anything?"

Rivaille paused as he pulled his pants up, turning around to stare flatly at the younger.

"What are you, twelve?" he sighed, before adding, "No, we didn't "do anything". Do you not remember at all?"

Eren didn't miss the hint of upset in his voice, the way it raised just a tiny bit, hidden under layers of indifference. He shook his head vigorously, quickly trying to backtrack.

"No, no, no! I remember! Almost all of it, I think, anyway." Rivaille simply stared at him, so Eren continued, "I remember... The drinking game, finding out stuff about you, saying- saying- you know. And then falling asleep. In your arms."

The older still looked skeptical. "And between the I love yous and the drooling on me like an overgrown baby?"

Eren paled.

"There was something between that?"

Clicking his tongue as he watched Eren sink into himself, Rivaille leaned closer toward him. "I think a promise is still a promise, right?"

Before Eren could reply, Rivaille's lips were on his neck. Pushing Eren gently backward onto the bed, he laced their fingers together and pressed slow, sweet kisses across the tanner skin.

"What's gotten into you?" Eren whispered, letting out a content sigh when Rivaille brushed his teeth over his clavicle. Turning his head to the side to give his lover better access, his eyes landed on the clock sitting atop the nightstand.

11:00AM.

Jumping forward with enough force to knock Rivaille backward, Eren barely avoided sending both of them toppling off the bed. Their foreheads knocked together before Rivaille went stumbling backward, confusion and anger etched onto his face.

"What the fuck?"

Eren ignored him, diving off of the bed in a mad search for his clothes, or any clothes in a fit of desperation. "It's 11-Oh shit, Rivaille, we're so late-"

"Eren-"

"We're four hours late, holy shit, has Hanji called? Crap where's my phone-"

"Eren-"

"No! This outfit's wrinkled and I haven't done laundry shit shit what am I going to-"

"Eren!"

He finally froze, recognizing that tone of voice. Eren glanced up slowly as Rivaille's face darkened, shooting him a glare enough to kill.

"I already called and said we'd be in later, if at all." he growled, rubbing his forehead. Eren frowned.

"... Why?" he pushed himself off of the floor to stand, now looking down at Rivaille. "If it's because you think I'm hungover - I feel mostly okay, I think, my head hurts a little bit but that could just be... de... hydration.." he trailed off as Rivaille's glare intensified, much to Eren's amazement. People could say all they wanted about how little emotion the man showed, but Rivaille's anger was by far the most dynamic of all his expressions.

"If that was the reason, I'd give you double the workload to teach you a lesson on underage drinking." he pursed his lips. "But we have errands to run."

"Errands?" Eren repeated the word like it was foreign, sending Rivaille a baffled look. Any errands he always ran by himself. Rivaille nodded.

"Errands. You agreed to something last night, and we're running short on time so we might as well get a head-start now. We're going shopping."

"For what?"

"College dorm shit, because you sure as hell aren't taking my furniture."

x

- Two months remaining

"College?"

Armin and Mikasa's reaction was almost entirely identical, even being said at the same time. Eren grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yeah... I know I said college wasn't my thing, but this is a culinary institute." he explained, scanning the crowd around the food court. Mikasa opened her mouth to speak as Eren continued, "And before you say anything about the cost, I don't have to worry about that. It's covered."

Suspicion sparked through her dark eyes. "Covered?"

"Someone's paying for it, Mikasa!" he sighed as her eyes narrowed even further. Great. He felt bad enough about not telling them what was going on with him and Rivaille, but he didn't want to say anything until he knew what was going on in the first place-plus, they were always so busy with their own lives that it seemed unfair to bother them with his. He sucked in a breath.

"Rivaille, my b... boy... boss is paying for it." Eren finished, crossing his arms in front of him. He was feeling ridiculously defensive. His face must have reflected that, because Armin smiled awkwardly.

"That's.. Great, Eren! College is hard, but if you need any help with anything, you know you can always ask..."

"Thanks, Armin."

Mikasa was still staring him down across the table, lips drawn in a fine line. Eren held her gaze boldly, until she finally frowned.

"You have a sugar-daddy. Eren..."

He probably would have been mad at the chastising tone in her voice if he hadn't been so busy choking over the first part of that sentence.

"What?" Mikasa raised an eyebrow, so he continued, "No, no, you've got it wrong-"

"He's older than you, right?" she cut him off. Eren frowned.

"Yeah, but that doesn't have-"

"He's richer than you."

"I- Yeah, but-"

"He buys you stuff, and you live in his house."

"My house burnt down!"

She sent him a flat look.

"And you're having sex with him?"

"That's- That's none of your business!" he sputtered. Mikasa shot a glance at Armin, who looked like he was experiencing enough second-hand embarrassment to throw himself off a bridge. "You've got it all wrong. Just... Let me start from the beginning."

And he did. He explained, from start to finish, what they had missed out on-how he and Rivaille were a thing, and then not a thing, and then he nearly died, and then was rescued like some princess in distress. The college talk, the drinking game, the promise he apparently made.

Mikasa said nothing the entire time, thrumming her fingers against the cheap plastic table. Armin listened carefully, smiling slightly when Eren finished.

"I'm happy for you." the blonde said, resting his head in the palm of his hand. "I wish you would have told us earlier, but..."

Eren nodded. "I feel bad. But I didn't want to bother you guys about it, especially when I didn't know what was going on." he glanced toward the dark-haired girl, who still had her lips pursed. "Mikasa?"

"I don't like that he's an ex-thug." her eyes were narrowed dangerously. "Sounds suspicious. Are you sure that's just a travel agency?"

"I think I would have noticed anything weird by now." Eren replied. "And I didn't figure you'd like that, but I guess that's why it's my life and not yours."

She opened her mouth to retort, before shutting it and looking down. After a few seconds passed, she looked back up again, the smallest of smiles on her lips.

"I guess you're right. I tend to forget we're both adults now." her face returned to normal as she added, "I still want to meet him."

Eren swallowed thickly. "I'll... Talk to him about that."

"Good."

- One month and two weeks remaining

"None of you worthless shits can think of any decent catering place?" Rivaille growled at the employees, seated around the meeting room desk. Hanji sighed.

"We've been brainstorming for an hour, now, Rivaille. He's going to be back soon, and you're the one who keeps shutting down all the suggestions." there was a murmur of agreement at her words. He scowled.

"I just sent him two more errands to run, all the way on the other side of town. We still have a good hour." he snapped. "And maybe I wouldn't be turning down all the suggestions if you guys could come up with something better than Subway. We're throwing a good-bye party for a chef, not Jared Fogle."

Ymir groaned from across the table. "I seriously fucking doubt Eren's already enough of a prick to complain about some pizza, or something. I know he's been hanging out with you a lot, but I don't think he's picked up the trait that fast."

He scowled, choosing to ignore her. "Have we really exhausted all of our options? Stop acting like this is such a pain in the ass, all you guys do around the office is fuck off anyway." he shot a look in Sasha's direction, glaring as she munched on another pretzel.

"Um," she started, all eyes on her. Tucking away the pretzel bag neatly between her legs, she tapped her chin. "I think Eren should make it!"

There was a dumbfounded silence across the room, until Ymir laughed loud enough to break through it.

"Seriously, Sasha?" she laughed again, only cutting off when Christa kicked her under the table. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Shh." the short blonde glared at her, before turning her attention back to the other girl. "Sasha, I don't think that could really... Work." she smiled sweetly. "We're trying to throw the party for him."

"I know!" Sasha replied, with a quick nod. "But if he doesn't know about it, we could just say it's for someone's birthday."

Silence fell on the room again, until Reiner finally spoke up. "That's... Actually a really good idea."

Hanji clapped her hands together. "Sasha, you're a genius! We get great food, and it's still a surprise!" she turned toward Rivaille, hopefulness sparkling in her eyes. "What do you think?"

He looked thoughtful for a second, before locking eyes with Sasha across the table.

"Remind me to give you a raise."

Applause erupted around the table as Sasha grinned bashfully. Rivaille cleared his throat loudly as it finally died down, calling everyone's attention back.

"One more order of business. We all need to be on the same page if this is going to work. Who's birthday?"

Connie piped up this time. "Bertholdt's? Eren doesn't know him very well, so he wouldn't know any different."

Another murmur of agreement went across the table. Bertholdt only looked mildly uncomfortable, which wasn't too far from normal anyway so Rivaille figured it was fine. Nodding, he stood up from his chair.

"Alright. Meeting dismissed."

- One month remaining

"Mmmm." Eren hummed contentedly against Rivaille's mouth, savoring in the taste of his own cooking from earlier. That always seemed to please him. Finally, Rivaille broke the kiss to glance at the TV before shoving Eren off of him.

"CSI's back on. Get off."

Eren whined, but allowed himself to be pushed off. He fell backward onto the couch, laying down and blinking up at the ceiling.

"We have a month left and you're choosing CSI over me."

He meant it to come out in a teasing way, but somehow hurt had laced itself into the words, giving them a different effect than intended. Rivaille glanced over at him, eyebrows drawn, before picking up the remote and pausing the TV.

"Okay, what's wrong."

Eren sat up on the couch, legs crossed in front of him. "Nothing's wrong. I was just kidding. Seriously."

"Oh, you added "seriously" onto the end of your sentence, I'm so convinced." Rivaille gave him a flat look. "Something must be wrong because you're being clingy and you're doing it during my CSI time, which is very important to my mental health. Which you know. So talk."

Eren shifted uncomfortably.

"Mikasa and Armin want to meet you."

Rivaille blinked.

"That's it?"

He nodded.

"I think they think you're my sugar-daddy."

Eren actually got a laugh out of that one. Rivaille shook his head. "I take it you told them you're going to college, then?"

"Of course I did. They'd freak out if they learned I suddenly moved off."

Rivaille clicked his tongue thoughtfully for a moment, before nodding. "Alright, in a few weeks we're celebrating Bertholdt's birthday. More than just the office is allowed to come, so tell them they're welcome to come."

Eren scrunched his nose up. "To Bertholdt's birthday? That's kind of-"

"It's fine." Rivaille cut him off, eyebrow twitching. "He doesn't mind, and I can meet them there because I'm sure as hell not going to go hang out with a bunch of college brats."

"Alright, I guess." Eren frowned. "Do they need to bring a present or something? Because-"

"No. It's just a little get-together." he reached for the remote again. "Was that all? Because I have a TV show to get back to."

"Yeah, that's all." he said, scooting a little closer to Rivaille. The older man sighed, pressing play on the remote and allowing Eren to lean his head on him. Clearly that wasn't the only thing chewing at Eren, but he'd let it go for now. It was probably just nerves about college anyway.

- Two weeks remaining

Eren wiped away the sweat from his forehead, sending a quick glance to make sure Rivaille wasn't watching. He frowned when he saw that he was sitting at the counter, reading the news on his iPad.

"You should help me out with this."

Why he was even told to make all the food for this party tomorrow, he had no idea. It was basically assigned to him-with Rivaille telling him he had no choice but to do it. At the rate he was going, there was no way he'd be able to go to sleep at a decent time tonight and get all of this done.

Rivaille glanced up, raising an eyebrow. "You're asking me to cook? Eren, the last thing I cooked was toast." he watched as Eren frowned even more, and with a sigh he clicked off his iPad. "What?"

"What are you going to do when I'm gone?"

"Lay in bed and cry every night, because my world absolutely revolves around you."

"I meant for food." Eren replied, irritated. "You can't go back to that gross microwave crap."

And yeah, Rivaille had thought about it before and realized that going back it really would taste like crap. Especially going from Eren's cooking back to Marie Callender's.

He shrugged.

"I'll figure something out."

Eren's eyes narrowed, not budging at all. Rivaille stared back blankly.

"It's never too late to learn to cook."

Rivaille scoffed. "You can't teach an old dog new tricks, Eren."

"That old dog isn't going to live much longer if it continues to put high-processed trans fats into it's body." he stated. "Just come help me make the mini-burgers, okay? I'm not going to have these done by tomorrow if you don't."

Rivaille stared at Eren for a few seconds before sighing.

Eren's eyes lit up as Rivaille moved toward him. Pushing a pan with very small hamburgers laid out on it toward the older man, he started. "Okay, this is a mixture of hamburger, onions, and breadcrumbs. You can make regular burgers out of this too, but we're making a bunch of really tiny ones. See that grill there?" he pointed to a flat grill sitting on top of the counter. "I need you to put these on there and grill them until they're done. It's the easiest thing ever."

Rivaille raised an eyebrow. "I have no clue how to tell if when these things are done."

Eren waved him off, grabbing one of the patties and tossing it on the grill. It sizzled as it made contact. "It's really simple. When it's brown, it's done. Don't burn them though. And don't forget to flip them." he reached over and grabbed a spatula, tossing it at him. Rivaille caught it and gave him a skeptical look.

"It'll be fine! Trust me."

x

Two hours later it was not fine.

Rivaille had somehow managed to burn six of the patties, catching one of them on fire. In the rush to put out the flames, Eren dropped a bag of flour and completely coated the kitchen in the white powder. The place was a mess, Rivaille was pissed, and Eren couldn't stop laughing.

"Stop looking so upset." he said, trying to console a very bitter Rivaille. "I mean, it was a pretty good start."

"Eren, you're not making this any better."

"At least you look good covered in white stuff."

"Eren."

So they struck a deal: Eren would continue with the cooking, Rivaille could clean up the kitchen after.

In the end, he had completed the menu. Beef and chicken sliders, mini lobster rolls, toasted almonds, and chicken pizza bites. Rivaille had scrubbed the kitchen from top to bottom-it was cleaner now than it had been before.

Eren flopped back in a chair, exhausted, watching as Rivaille finished up the last of the dishes.

"Eren, you like all of this stuff you made. Right?"

Rivaille was facing him now, drying off a cup. Eren nodded, looking confused.

"Yeah, I like most of it. Almonds are kind of gross though." he cocked his head. "Why?"

"No reason." before he could ask any more questions, Rivaille added, "Now go to bed. I'll be there pretty soon."

Eren yawned. "Alright, whatever." Something didn't quite add up about the party tomorrow, but he was too tired to question it now. "Night, Rivaille."

"Goodnight, Eren."

x

The preparations were complete. Rivaille had carried the food out before Eren woke up, everyone (excluding Eren's friends, who were supposed to arrive later) was there, and there was a huge banner that hung across the office lobby that read "GOOD LUCK EREN". Hanji and Sasha even picked up an ice-cream cake on the way here.

The only thing that was missing was Eren himself.

He had sent him off earlier to go mail a letter, specifically informing him to go to the post office across town. The only text he received in reply was "?", but considering he still wasn't back it was a pretty safe bet that the brat had done what he had told him to.

Just as he was getting ready to text Eren and tell him to hurry the fuck up, he recieved a text message:

"just picked up armin and mikasa. it took me forever to find the stupid post office you were talking about. on my way to the office now."

He'd never admit it, but he hadn't been this excited in a long time. Clearing his throat to catch everyone's attention, he announced loudly:

"Alright, everyone, he's on his way. Places!"

There was a scramble as all the office workers ran to find a hiding spot, ducking under chairs and behind desks. Rivaille himself slipped into a dark corner, turning off the lights and praying that this all went according to plan.

There was complete and total silence for a few minutes, until he finally heard car-doors shutting outside. He sucked in a deep breath, waiting as the door opened. Counting under his breath, "One, two, three..."

Rivaille flipped on the lights just as everyone popped out of their hiding spaces.

"Surprise!"

They weren't all together (not even close), but the look on Eren's face couldn't have been any better.

Hanji wormed her way out from under the desk first, bouncing over to Eren and hugging him with enough force to knock him over. He barely avoided tumbling to the ground by bracing himself when he saw her coming, stumbling backward as she wrapped her arms around him.

"We're gonna miss you so much!"

His face went from shocked to uncomfortable, patting her back gently. "I-I'll miss you too, Hanji, but I'll come back sometimes..." his eyes snapped up to Rivaille's, silently mouthing "help me". Rivaille smirked.

"Hanji."

She released him almost instantly, whipping around to see Rivaille standing just behind her. She grinned, putting her hands up in mock-defeat.

"Oops. Sorry, didn't mean to occupy your boyfriend." she winked at him, before chuckling to herself and walking away. Eren coughed awkwardly, before glancing back up.

"Oh, right. Mikasa, Rivaille." he pointed to the dark-haired girl on his right. "Rivaille, Mikasa."

He sized up the girl, who looked like she was doing the same to him. Eren cleared his throat, calling the attention back to himself. Pointing to a blond on his left, he said, "Armin, Rivaille. Rivaille, Armin."

"Nice to meet you." Armin extended his hand, smiling when Rivaille shook it.

"Pleasure." he turned toward Mikasa, raising an eyebrow at her. "And to you too. I've heard enough about you, anyway."

This seemed to catch her off-guard, eyes widening in temporary surprise before returning to their suspicious gaze. "Likewise."

Sensing trouble, Eren grabbed Mikasa and tugged her forward. "Hey, let me introduce you guys to everyone else!"

Just before they walked in Sasha's direction, Eren turned around to whisper to Rivaille, "I can't believe you made me spend 6 hours making food for my own party."

Rivaille smirked, watching as he dragged Mikasa and Armin across the room to greet everyone.

x

A few minutes later he was sitting off by himself, watching as everyone mingled (and gushed over just how amazing Eren's food was) when he felt a very intense pair of eyes watching him. Turning around, he was unsurprised to see Mikasa had managed to sneak away from Eren. He raised an eyebrow.

"To what do I owe this pleasure."

Narrowing her eyes at the statement disguised as a question, she cut straight to the chase.

"Eren really likes you. And I don't know how you feel, as far as he goes-I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and say you feel the same because you're going so far out of your way to do all this stuff for him. But as his sister, I'm obliged to tell you that if you hurt him I'm going to break your nose."

"Noted. Though normally when he gets hurt it's because he was doing something stupid himself." Rivaille replied, noting how her nostrils flared in indignation at his words. They definitely were brother and sister, all right.

"He does stupid things all the time. But now it's your job to keep him from doing those stupid things." her eyes flashed dangerously, letting him know just how serious she was about this. "So let me restate: if you hurt him, or if you don't stop him from getting hurt, I'm going to break your nose."

He smiled despite himself, extending his hand. "Fair deal."

She accepted it, not breaking eye contact. "You'd better hope it is."

- One day remaining

"You have everything packed?"

"Yeah." Eren collapsed on the couch, tired from all the packing and loading. Of course Rivaille wanted to be there first thing in the morning.

On the bright side, at least he wouldn't have any last second preparations to do.

Crawling over to the other man, Eren pressed their lips together. Smiling into the kiss, he pulled away and shoved his face into the other's neck.

"You're more receptive today. Going to miss me?"

Rivaille raised an eyebrow. "Cocky little brat. I'll miss your food, maybe."

Eren smirked against the side of his neck, swinging his legs over to straddle Rivaille. He felt the older man tense as he grinded against him, Eren opening his mouth just slightly to breathe onto his skin.

"I think you might miss something else, too."

And then he was unceremoniously dumped off of Rivaille's lap, shoved off as the other stood up and stalked straight toward the hall. Eren sat up in alarm, peeking over the couch.

"Where are you going?" he squeaked. It was unusual for Rivaille to just reject him like that. With an annoyed huff, Rivaille paused in his tracks.

"To the bedroom. You're welcome to follow."

Oh.

He didn't have to ask twice. Eren scrambled off of the couch, walking barely two steps behind Rivaille. As soon as they hit the bedroom door, Eren was shoved backward.

The back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed, he fell back and Rivaille was on top of him instantly. Pressing their mouths together, Eren ran his fingers through the other man's dark locks as their tongues danced together, an almost-battle for dominance that Eren soon gave in to.

Suddenly Rivaille pulled back, with something that Eren couldn't quite put his finger on clouding his dark features. Hesitation? A question? Whatever it was, it was unusual and Eren didn't like it. He frowned.

"Eren." Their breathing was irregular already. Rivaille tightened his grip on the sheets on either side of the younger, looking him in the eye.

"Wha?"

"Do you want this to be memorable?"

The question caught him off guard. Rivaille wasn't much one for talking during sex anyway, especially not when it interrupted the flow. Was he suddenly feeling insecure? Eren's gave him a confused look.

"Uh... It's always memorable, Rivaille, you're great-"

He was cut off by a short swat to the head.

"That's not what I meant." Rivaille snapped, looking more and more irritated by the second. "I don't need you to boost my self-esteem. I'm asking if you want this to be different."

Eren hesitated. Different could be a lot of things, not all of them exactly positive in his mind. He shifted uncomfortably under Rivaille's heavy gaze.

"S-Specifically, what were you thinking?"

Rivaille groaned, having had enough of this beating around the bush. Grabbing onto Eren's shoulders, he rolled off of the younger and flipped onto his back, pulling Eren on top of him.

"Wha... Wha-mmmf!"

His question was cut off by Rivaille tugging Eren down by his shirt collar, smashing their lips together with more aggression this time. He broke away again, rolling his hips upward and taking pleasure in the strangled moan that earned him.

"The lube's in the drawer on my side." he said, as if Eren needed a reminder where he put it. Regardless, Eren nodded obediently and slid off the other to go fetch it. Rivaille took advantage of the moment to strip himself down, nothing but his boxers left by the time Eren turned back around. Scooting further up on the bed, he laid back against a pillow and glared darkly at the brunet.

"If you fuck this up, this will be the first and last time you ever top." he said darkly, confirming in Eren's head what he had meant.

Nodding numbly, Eren tore of his clothes faster than Rivaille had ever seen him do. It was almost impressive. And then he was on top of him again, this time by his own volition. Grinding their erections together, Eren's mouth was everywhere-On Rivaille's neck, on his collarbone, his ear, his lips. Determined to explore, to taste every part of his body just like Rivaille had done to him so many before.

Rivaille exhaled impatiently as Eren trailed butterfly kisses down his chest, pressing his fingers into the back of the boy's neck.

"I appreciate the effort you're putting in taking it slow," he bit out, "But if you don't speed it up I'm going to change my mind, flip you over, and fuck you senseless."

Eren looked up at him and laughed nervously, grabbing the bottle that had been tossed to the side temporarily. Squirting a bit of it on his hand, he tugged Rivaille's boxers off and tossed them haphazardly to the side. Hesitating before pressing a finger in, he licked his lips dryly.

"Are you... Um, sure?" he asked, knowing what the answer would be but wanting to be careful just in case. Rivaille never was one to back down, though, so he's unsurprised when the only thing he received was:

"Shut up and do it."

That was all he needed to hear. Following the pattern that Rivaille had set for him many times before, he slowly pushed in a finger, biting his lip from just how warm and tight it was and oh god he could practically feel his dick in there already. He slipped in another digit, watching Rivaille's expression carefully as he arched the two fingers upward, curling and hoping that specific spot wouldn't be too hard to find-

"Fuck."

Eren has to hide his smirk as Rivaille arched upward. Definitely found it. Nails digging into the back of Eren's neck, Rivaille's eyes are squeezed shut as Eren worked his fingers against the other's sweet spot to stretch him further.

Finally, dropping his hands from Eren's neck to grab his arm, Rivaille hissed out.

"Enough."

Taking it as a warning, Eren's beginning to pull away, but before he can grab the bottle again Rivaille snatched it up. Squirting a liberal amount to his hand he grabbed Eren's length and gave it a few long, hard pumps, making Eren whimper at the sensation of Rivaille's hot hand against the cold lube.

Rivaille rested his head back against the pillow, wrapping his legs around Eren's back.

"When you put it in, do not move until I tell you to. Understood?"

Nodding, Eren lined himself up carefully and slowly, slowly pushed in.

Of course, Rivaille's poker-face was near perfect-but the way his feet were digging into Eren's back told a more accurate story. Eren reveled in the sight of Rivaille under him, breathing shallowly and eyes glazed over. Noting the look on Eren's face, Rivaille frowned.

"Eren, if you tell me I'm beautiful or some shit I will pull you out of me right now and march straight down to 27th Street and find a hooker to finish me off."

Eren actually laughed at that, knowing that Rivaille probably wouldn't go within 10 feet of a prostitute. Pushing himself the rest of the way in and leaning down to kiss Rivaille again, he moaned as Rivaille shifted his lower half slightly.

"Move."

His voice was rough and thick and Eren didn't have to be told more than once. He pulled out and pushed back in slowly, this time truly feeling just how warm and tight Rivaille was. It was amazing, and perfect, and holy shit he was going to miss being with him when he was off at college.

Their gasps and moans grew louder as Eren picked up the pace, speeding up and knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Not with the way Rivaille was moaning under him, more vocal than he ever normally was. He was more or less aware that he was being noisy himself, but with no one else around it didn't seem to matter anyway.

"Mmn, ah... Rivaille, I... Ugh, I love you... So much, god."

Sensing just how close he was, he was determined not to finish first this time. Wrapping a hand around Rivaille's stiff member between them, he stroked and pumped in time with their rhythm. Rivaille completely lost himself, forgetting to hold back and moaning Eren's name into his ear over and over.

Just as he thought there was no way he could last any longer, that he was going to lose out and come first again, Rivaille released himself to Eren's erratically-moving hand with a loud moan, riding out his orgasm as he felt Eren spill himself inside seconds later. Eren collapsed on top of him, gasping and smearing semen across their bodies.

Rivaille probably would have been disgusted, if he hadn't been too busy trying to come back down from the high. Eren slipped out, shoving his face into Rivaille's chest and breathing in deeply.

"... I love you too, by the way." Rivaille said, burying his nose into Eren's hair as they basked in the afterglow. "Sure as hell hope you enjoyed your going-away present. Now get up, we have a shower to take."

A/N: Ohh my god.

This is the longest chapter I've ever written in my life. I think it's also possibly the longest smut scene I've ever written in my life.

(Also, sorry if there's awkward wording in parts of the smut, I beta my own stuff and I turn into a 12 year old every time I have to reread my own porn scenes lmao)

SURPRISE MY RIREN FIC TURNED INTO ERERI TOO. I honestly hadn't planned on that happening, but it just seemed to work and to be honest I don't mind them switching it up sometimes? I hope you guys don't hate me too much for that haha.

Oh gosh. Okay, I hope you all appreciate this super long chapter ahh.