A/N: at last. be sure to read way below for an alternate ending to this chapter. please note, the story is not over yet. there is still a LOT that i have planned. i just wrote this chapter differently and decided it didn't make sense, but i still wanted to share it.
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Eren took a step back. Professor Levi was standing in front of him. And he was shirtless. Eren realized with horror that he recognized his shirtless body. After all, Professor Levi sported not only a familiar 6-pack, but also had the tattoo that Eren had practically studied when looking at the naked photos.
The look on Levi's face was pure shock.
Eren had to have gone to the wrong house. Someone else had to have that tattoo. He absolutely had to have. Then, it hit him, L...L for Levi.
Fuck, he thought.
"E for Eren," was all that Levi said, coming to the same conclusion as the brunette. He raised a hand to his undercut and sighed.
Eren didn't know what to say. All of the texts that he had sent to his professor were running through his mind. Particularly the videos. He had sent videos of himself masterbating to his professor, cumming to his professor. Eren almost could not handle the embarrassment that he was feeling. He thought for sure that his heart was going to pound out of his chest.
"Would you at least come inside, so that we can have this conversation in private?" Levi's voice was a hiss. He was very aware of the fact that any of his neighbors could walk by.
Eren didn't even nod, but did follow Levi and walked inside. He wasn't sure whether or not to take off his shoes. He wasn't sure if he was staying. He then noticed that something smelled unbelievably good. Levi had been cooking for him, he realized. Levi really had been quite excited for their 'date'.
Eren stared at him.
Levi ordered Eren to take off his shoes, and Eren obeyed.
"Dining room," Levi pointed at the hallway, "Go. Sit."
Eren started, his heart still pounding.
"W-wait," Levi said, stopping Eren.
Eren turned back around still unable to speak.
"If you're going to shit yourself or something, the toilet is behind the stairs," with that, Levi headed in a different direction.
Normally, his professor's brashness could make Eren laugh. Right now, it just made him completely horrified. He really might actually shit himself. He had sent pictures of his dick to his professor. He had masturbated to his professor. He had cum thinking of being fucked by his professor. His professor who loathed him. Not that Eren hated Levi, Levi terrified him a bit, but Eren had always been physically attracted to him. Fuck.
Eren went and sat at the dining room table. The place was unsurprisingly quite French. Levi had filled the room with beautiful antique French furniture. Eren had to admit, it was a pretty nice place. There were pictures, which Eren hadn't expected, of a younger Levi with some girl. Eren figured that he must have been bi or that she was a close friend. There were also pictures of Levi with the other professor who Eren had seen in the Copy Center, Professor Hanji. And lastly, there were pictures of Levi with some blonde guy, who had Eren been remotely interested in school, Eren would have recognized as the president of his college.
Levi reappeared with two plates and a shirt on. The latter slightly disappointed Eren. He had made chicken with some kind of yellow sauce, rice, potatoes, and a salad. It was quite the feast. Eren could also smell dessert in the oven, some type of pie. Obviously, Levi had been planning for this to be a special date. It almost made Eren sick to think about.
Levi sat down next to Eren, "You might as well eat, or it'll go to waste."
Eren chewed on some salad and chicken. He felt ill about eating, but he forced himself to get some food. He had exerted quite a bit of energy getting there. Levi watched him for a moment, and then, got some for himself.
Levi spoke between bites, "Of all the fucking people, to find my picture on Craigslist, of all the fucking people to message me, and of all the fucking people to actually make me interested enough to respond to them and even invite them over to my house, I land on the one person who happens to be a student of mine that can't even pass French 1. The one person who somehow talked his roommate into copying his take-home final. A take-home final for which he used google translate. And if that weren't bad enough, the person who didn't fucking recognize that he had turned in a test in Spanish."
Eren's face got hot. He decided to focus on the food. He took a bite of the chicken. It was mindblowingly delicious, the sauce that Levi had used was absolutely incredible, a little bit lemony and very creamy. The chicken had the perfect texture. Levi could really cook.
Eren moaned slightly without realizing it.
Levi looked away and tried to focus on his plate. The food had turned out quite tasty. He definitely hadn't imagined his night to go this way. It was such a waste.
Eren himself was equally surprised if not more surprised than Levi. His uptight dickhead of a French teacher had posted nudes on Craigslist? He couldn't believe it, "I...just...I never expected."
"Never expected what, Yeager?" Levi took another bite of rice, "That I might actually have a life outside of French class?"
"Well, looking around your house, can I really be blamed?" Eren was a bit bitter.
Levi almost choked on his chicken. He actually laughed, then, he threw an insult back at him, "Just for the record, I'm not sure what you do in the Copy Center qualifies as working in the tech industry."
Eren flushed.
"I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised you're a virgin," Eren was certain that the look that Levi gave him, was a little bit lusty.
"Yeah, well, I'm surprised you aren't one," Eren glared.
Levi sighed, he'd probably deserved that, "I think the best thing would be for you to delete everything on your phone and seek out more meaningful relationships than those that you find on Craigslist in the future."
"I'm guessing you'll do the same?" Eren asked, not sure what he wanted the answer to be. He had never thought, never in a million years that he'd be in a situation where he could potentially act on his attraction to his French professor, and he knew that this would not be an easy relationship, but L had made him feel differently about himself than he had in over a year. It would be hard to let that go.
"Duh, I'd be fired if I didn't."
"Oh, yeah, I guess that's true," Eren looked down at the potatoes. This was so awkward. He had expected tonight to be a bit awkward, but a different kind of awkward. The kind of awkward that you have when you give up your virginity with some stranger from the internet. He hadn't expected this.
Levi decided to drive that point home, "As much as you hate me, Eren, I wouldn't be surprised if you would want to do something with those videos, but I do like my job, so if you want me to just give you a free A this quarter, as much as it pains me, I'd be willing to do that as long as you delete them."
That, somehow, hurt Eren more than anything else Levi had said to him. As if it wasn't bad enough that Levi thought he was some kind of idiot, he really believed that Eren would blackmail him about ruining his career over a grade in a beginning French class, "I'm not that kind of person."
"Huh, that's a surprise. I didn't think you were actually stupid, Eren. If I were you, I'd take the A. Hell, I think anyone with half a brain would."
Eren looked at him strangely.
Levi continued, "God knows there's no way you're going to get one otherwise."
Eren's face fell.
Levi's voice softened, "You could though if you spent five minutes looking at your books."
"You don't actually believe that, you really believe that I'm going to fail no matter what," Eren answered, "You just think I'm some dumb jock and you're fucking right, okay? I'm going to continue to fucking fail your class for the rest of my life."
"I don't believe that, Eren, I believe you are a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for being, and it is that which causes you to not even bother trying. You don't believe in yourself and so you wait until the last possible minute which forces you to make stupid choices. I know you didn't believe in yourself enough to even bother trying on the French final, if you had, you probably would have passed," Levi raised his napkin to his lips and cleaned his face.
Eren looked at him dumbly, "You...you really believe that?"
"Yes, you idiot. It's French 1 for fucks sake, and you've been studying it since what, 7th grade?" Levi winked at him.
Eren's face got hot. He remembered back to when Levi had called him into his office to flunk him. Never once did Levi say that Eren was stupid, Eren had come up with that all on his own. Levi had only said that he was disappointed in Eren, "Levi...if I...if I pass…"
Levi cut him off and dropped his napkin back into his lap, "Don't go there."
"You don't even know what I was going to say."
"Fine, what were you going to ask, Mr. Yeager?" Levi stressed the last part, reminding Eren of their relationship as teacher and student.
"I was going to ask if you'd let me have dinner like this with you again. I'll have finished the required language core, so you wouldn't be my teacher anymore and I just...I think it would be nice to celebrate," his voice was full of implication.
Levi didn't meet Eren's eyes, "No."
"Why not?"
"Because you are presently my student, and it's ethically wrong to even remotely consider what you want."
Eren huffed a bit, and Levi's eyes narrowed on his chicken. He wanted to say something different, he really did, but he couldn't. Levi was bound by the ethics of his teaching.
"Okay," Eren answered with a sigh, "I guess I should go home."
Levi nodded, "Did you park outside?"
"Er...yeah."
Levi looked at him strangely.
"I took my bike."
"You took your bike?" Levi repeated.
"Yeah," Eren didn't explain. There was no reason for him to explain.
Levi sighed, and took his napkin from his lap and placed it next to his plate, "I'll give you a ride home. We can probably hook your bike up to my car. I've got a rack."
"That's okay."
"I'm not going to let you ride your bike home in the dark all the way back to campus. I assume you live near there?" Levi asked.
Eren nodded and played with some of the vegetables.
"Let's finish up, and then, we can take you back home."
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A/N: see below for an alternate, non-canon ending for those of you who like that sort of thing…
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"Fine, what were you going to ask, Mr. Yeager?" Levi stressed the last part, reminding Eren of their relationship as teacher and student.
"I was going to ask if you'd let me have dinner like this with you again. I'll have finished the required language core, so you wouldn't be my teacher anymore and I just...I think it would be nice to celebrate," his voice was full of implication.
Levi didn't meet Eren's eyes, "No."
"Why not?"
"Because you are presently my student, and it's wrong to even remotely consider what you want."
Eren was a very physical person though, he stood up and he got behind Levi's chair and he held him. He felt Levi's heart pound in his left hand, Levi warned, "Y-yeager."
Eren whispered in his ear, "If I get an A in your class, entirely from my own ability, I want you to make me dinner again. Promise me."
Levi's voice betrayed him, "I promise."
"And then, I am going to fuck you, and you will scream my name," Eren ran his hand down Levi's stomach, down to his package.
"Eren," Levi warned.
But, Eren didn't stop, he palmed Levi through his pants, "Promise me, that if I get an A, entirely on my own, that I can have you."
"Eren," Levi stifled a moan.
"Promise me."
"I promise," he hissed.
Eren pulled back.
Levi went into his living room and fished something out of his briefcase. It was Eren's pop-quiz. He handed it to Eren.
A- was written in red across the top.
"Looks like you're off to a good start," Levi smiled slightly at the younger man.
Eren's bright green eyes met Levi's and he wanted to hug him. Levi's arms were folded, but that didn't stop Eren from grasping onto him.
"Eren…" Levi warned again.
"Shh, just for a minute, please...please let me have this. Tonight, I thought I was going to lose my virginity to you, I mean I didn't know it was you, but I just, just please," Eren begged. There was no way that Levi could deny him that. The fact was that they were closer than they ever should have been already. They had already passed the point of no return.
Levi lowered his arms and let Eren embrace him.
He wrapped one around Eren and let the other run through Eren's hair, "I really wish you weren't my student."
"I know," Eren breathed back.
And with that, Eren left Levi's feeling rather content with himself. He got his bicycle and felt a
renewed vigor. He'd give this quarter his all. He knew that if he tried, he could get an A in French. He really would, they'd get passed the awkward student and teacher relationship and they would be together.
Unfortunately for the both of them, things aren't ever that easy.