Complications Throughout Generations

Chapter 148

Eren's POV:

"Glad you could make it." Jean leaned over and whispered as we all watched from the bleachers. "Little late though, don't you think? It's the second half already."

"I just took a shower." I shrugged, not realizing Reiner and Jean both came straight from practice.

"Well at least you're here." He patted my back and narrowed his focus back on the field with Connie as goalie.

"Connie is the goalie?"

"No, he's the winger. Yes, he's the goalie, you dumbass."

"Shut up." I smacked Jean's chest then also paid more attention to the game until I had realized I know nothing about soccer. Luckily, Connie had the position in which it was easiest to tell if something good happened.

"Fuck em' up, Connie!" Sasha exclaimed, being the only person standing up on the bleachers in support of her boyfriend. Connie was able to block the ball from making a goal. "That's right, bitch! That's my boyfriend everyone!" I had actually never been to one of Connie's games before. Some friend I am, I know. I've been told that Sasha is quite the spectator, now I know just what that means. She turned around to us and whispered, "he knows that if he fucks up, he won't get head on the way home." Reiner gasped as Jean and I simultaneously slapped our hands over our mouths. She looked back at the game as if what she said was totally normal. Jean, Reiner, and I all looked at each other in shock.

"Is that what they do?" I was baffled.

"You guys have so much drama that we never really think about them." Reiner said, looking at both me and Jean.

"It's weird to think they have...sex." Jean whispered that last word very quietly.

"You mean it's weird to think Sasha gives Connie fucking road head." I tried my best not to laugh loudly. But it felt nice acting like a bunch of idiots with my friends again. I actually missed this.

"Do you think they're more kinky than me?" Jean said.

"Jean, I don't even want to know what your 'kinky' is." Reiner pretended to gag.

"Chains, whips, and sucking dicks." Jean winked.

"Gross." Reiner pretended again.

"I'm sure Sasha and Connie have very loving sex." I tried to bring the conversation back down to a 5 rather than a 100.

"It's very, very dirty." Sasha turned around and whispered. "I can hear everything you're saying by the way." All of us went red with embarrassment. Getting caught talking about someone when they're right in front of you is always an awkward situation. She turned back and then we all started laughing.

"How about you, Reiner, you ever get any action?" Jean asked. "Or is it still that one night with Historia that made her realize she wanted Ymir." He laughed. It's funny to joke about now; technically it was always funny but we would be damned if we let him knew that we felt that way.

"No, there's another one. But we were both drunk so it doesn't really count." I couldn't imagine who he was talking about.

"Girl?" Jean asked.

"Yes, girl, Jean. You two are the only ones that like guys here."

"And Armin." I said.

"And Levi." Jean said.

"I mean here right now." Reiner rolled his eyes.

"Okay so tell us." I was incredibly curious to know.

"It's top secret. She told me never to tell anyone."

"Because it was that bad or drama."

"No, it was good. Super different from Historia. She was much more...dominant." He mumbled.

"Holy shit, you fucked Annie." I gasped and covered my mouth.

"That would explain Armin." Jean laughed.

"I don't even wanna know." Reiner pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "You need to promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Your secret is safe with us. When did this happen?" I asked. I wasn't surprised in the slightest bit considering the tension between them since the very beginning.

"A while back."

"Like...how while back? Like...Armin and Annie still fucking while back..." Reiner started to nod as I was speaking, "oh my god, you're the reason Annie and Armin stopped fucking. So you made two girls...like other girls." I went into a coughing fit from laughing too hard like an idiot. "Holy shit, Reiner. Are you sure you're good?"

"I mean, I always thought so." Reiner began to second guess himself as we were putting the pieces together.

"Reiner, I gotta see it." Jean laughed as well and shook his head in disbelief. "This has to be the only problem."

"You wanna see my dick? Bro, no, what the fuck."

"Relax, do you have a pic? You're telling me you have nothing saved on My Eyes Only on snap? Seriously?"

"Fine." Reiner groaned and pulled out his phone, lowering the brightness. "Here." He muttered then gave me his phone.

"Well, it's certainly wide." I tried to contain myself. It wasn't bad at all. But when you're in a laughing fit and you can't stop, anything will be funny to you.

"You think I'm small, don't you." Reiner seemed discouraged.

"Relax, you're not small. You're literally average." Jean reassured.

"Well then let me see yours." He said to us. Jean and I looked at each other and smirked since we both knew what ours looked like. We both did the same and went through our secretive camera roll.

"Who first?" I asked.

"You." I gave him my phone and he nodded in approval. "Alright, alright, not bad. You're actually a bit smaller than I expected."

"Bro, are you kidding me? What the fuck did you expect? The Eiffel Tower?"

"Eren, remembered when we measured our dicks with tape measures." Jean whispered to me.

"You did what?" Reiner gasped.

"Eren came out to be 7 inches? Like 7.5 ish?" I nodded, agreeing with his estimate.

"And what about you? I'd love to know since you're such a whore." Jean happily handed his phone over to Reiner. He looked at the screen for 3 seconds and immediately gave it back. "I'm horrified. I don't even think I can look you in the eyes for the next 20 minutes."

"For the record, you fucks. I named myself The Stallion because of my dick, not because you call me a horse." He said pridefully.

"And Armin takes that?" Reiner was shocked. "You took that too?" I figured it was an unspoken fact that Jean did in fact have a massive dick. "And Mikasa? And Marco?"

"Horse face, horse cock." I said in a mocking manly tone with a country twang.

"Damn straight." Jean also played along with the accent.

"Again," Sasha turned around, "I can still hear you."

Oops.