"Just try," Eren snarls as Jean tightens his hold on Eren's neck, an elbow digging more forcefully against his ribs in retaliation.
All the members of the 104th squad are around them, cheering and shouting their bets as the trainers watch on from an elevated area. It is an official fight, scores made from each blow they land on their opponent's body. The heavier the hit, the higher the point it makes.
Right now, it's Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein in the middle, both trapped in each other's deadlock.
Jean lies flat on his back, one hand keeping a tight grip on Eren's neck above him and the other hand busy in restraining Eren from delivering a second elbow to his body. Their legs are hopelessly tangled together too so not much way on that part.
"Stop wriggling, you goddamn-" Jean cuts himself off as Eren tries to squirm harder and chokes as Jean nearly crushes a windpipe in surprise. Jean grunts as the elbow lifts and lands a harder blow on his abused side.
"Fuck you!"
Eren thrashes a bit more and-
Fuck. Friction is still friction when it comes to lower body parts.
When Eren suddenly stops in his struggles, body going rigid above Jean, he feels his face flame red in mortification. It might not be obvious to the people watching but it sure as hell fucking felt by Eren who had gone as still as a statue.
"Jean," if the voice isn't directly above him, Jean might not have noticed the nearly silent hiss from his internal litany of fucks, damns, and shits to the betrayal of his body functions.
"What, I'm sorry alright?" Jean harshly whispers back, pride be damned but he'd gladly lose this match as long as Eren keeps his mouth shut.
Eren keeps silent and if the sudden stillness of the competitors, namely them, seems weird to those watching and brings about the start of hushed and suspicious questions, Jean can't be bothered to give the slightest care.
His concern at the present is-
"I give up!"
Eren's unexpected shout echoes loud at the sudden silence. It bewilders Jean enough that his hold goes lax and Eren manages to maneuver to a kneeling position, holding an outstretched hand to Jean.
He accepts the help and Jean notices that Eren had moved in a position that blocks most of the view of the other people to his crotch (because the one set back to their uniform is that it can be unbelievably tight and outline the most inappropriate of parts).
He looks at Eren and despite the serious face the other is sporting, the struggle of not laughing out loud is quite obvious. As obvious as the answering reaction by Eren's body.
Jean raises a brow and Eren's flushes just in time as his name is called for winning the match.
Ah, victory is sweet.