Cosplay Husband

9. Road to FantaCon

ARMIN: "What?!" I shrieked. I shook my head and grabbed his hand. "Tell me while I take a shower, I'm running outta time."

"Well, we were both hammered drunk so I can't really recall the details. But I know we had sex, because I woke up at 4 AM to puke and my suit got torn in half. The lower part was on the floor." Marco said.

"That's great," I muttered.

I forced him to close his eyes while I stripped and got into the shower. "You can continue."

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure I gave the best drunk BJ ever," Marco noted.

"Uh huh..." I mumbled. "Was that the first time you've had sex?"

"No, the first time was when I was sixteen in high school. I was sober that time, but I found out I like to top with occasional experimentation." Marco explained.

"What's it like?" I immediately regretted asking.

"It's amazing, holy shit. You seem more like a bottom to me, so I think it's way better on that end--literally."

"Did you remember to use protection?"

Marco was silent for a minute. Then I heard him whisper, "Holy shit I think I forgot..."

"Dammit Marco," I muttered.

"I at least used lube," Marco pointed out, "gotta grease yourself up otherwise it hurts like hell."

My heartbeat sped up. I didn't realize it would be that painful if you didn't take precautions.

"Oh..." I mumbled.

"And you gotta make sure that you relax yourself; no matter how much you wanna, you cannot clench your ass cheeks when he's going in." Marco warned.

"Good to know..."

"I might as well educate Eren on this, too, seeing as you'll probably be his bottom."

I nearly dropped the soap. "Excuse me?"

"You and Eren would be cute together," Marco said.

I finished showering and wrapped the towel around my waist.

"You're so skinny...I wish I was as skinny as you," Marco pouted.

"No you don't," I insisted, "I look malnourished. Anyway, if your story is over then that's great, and I really gotta go."

The bathroom door opened and Jean appeared in the doorway. He scowled at Marco.

"Morning my darling," Marco said.

"Fuck off," Jean muttered. He kept glancing at Marco as he made his way to one of the toilet stalls.

"He enjoyed it," Marco whispered.

"I did not, you piece of shit," Jean hissed.

I made my way over to the opened door. "Anyway, you two can work out your awkward situation and I--"

I slammed into something and was knocked onto my butt. The towel fell away and I started to freak out.

I looked up and it was, of course, Eren. He had his eyes open this time, and his face was red.

I quickly wrapped the towel around me and ran back to the dorm.

The silence had never been so awkward. The only noise in the car was the radio playing, and the occasional direction from my phone GPS. Eren was driving, even though I had insisted I drive since he got barely enough sleep. We had bought donuts and coffee for breakfast at Speedway before going out on the open road.

"So..." I mumbled.

"So..." He repeated.

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't really know what to expect." He shrugged.

"Well, there are usually a lot of people walking around. There are booths everywhere selling merchandise..." I explained.

"Sounds cool."

There was another brief silence. The thirty-minute trip seemed like it was taking an hour.

"So...Marco and Jean..." Eren brought up.

"Did Jean tell you? Marco told me what happened, or at least most of it." I added.

"Nah, he didn't say anything."

"Well, Marco told me..." I relayed the entire story to him. He nodded and mumbled occasionally in comprehension.

"So Marco explained the joys of anal to you?" Eren snickered.

I blushed furiously. "What does that mean?!"

"Doesn't have to mean anything," Eren said.

I crossed my arms and pouted. "Just drive."