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Jean tilted his head back and finished his shot, finally one upping Eren in their little drinking game, “Hah. Fuck you, Jaeger! In your face-” Jean slurred, he and Eren quickly began exchanging insults toward one another, Mikasa stepped in when things began to heat up more than usual.
“Eren. I’m taking you home- you’re too drunk this time.” Mikasa mumbled, she held Eren close and guided him out of the crowded room. Immediately Jean’s attitude changed, seeing Mikasa come to Eren’s aid everyday ruined Jean’s confidence in himself. He slumped back into his seat and put his head down on the table and groaned into his arm.
“She won’t even look at me, what don’t I have? I’d treat her so good, Jaeger doesn’t deserve her.” Jean whimpered to nobody in particular- only sucking it up when he heard a particular set of feet shuffling toward him, “Oi, Marco. Where’ve you been, buddy?”
Marco rolled his eyes and placed a large bottle of water in front of him, “Around, please drink that- and I’m taking you home, you’ve had too much.” His kind and sweet tone was replaced by a somewhat stern one instead.
Jean raised a brow and snatched up the bottle, “I think I’m doing just fine, thanks,” he spat back, chugging back the lukewarm water- he finished the water and stood up, immediately stumbling- only to be caught by Marco, who stumbled back as well.
“You’re going home, whether you like it or not!” Marco raised his voice and began leading Jean out. Jean pulled away and stumbled back against the wall, he grabbed Marco by his collar and pulled him in close- creating yet another scene, all eyes fell to the duo.
“I’ll do what I want, I don’t need the help of some fag-” Jean growled through his teeth, immediate regret showing on his features, “Oi, Marco… I didn’t mean that.” Jean retracted his hand from Marco’s collar and stumbled out after him like a lost puppy, “I’m sorry-”
Marco got into the driver’s seat of the car he and Jean carpooled in, as much as he wanted to leave Jean- he knew he couldn’t. Marco usually dealt with slurs and insults just fine, but hearing Jean say it to him stung, his chest felt heavy in that moment, “Get in, Jean. Please.” Marco requested through the open window of the passenger seat.
Jean stubbornly obliged, falling into the passenger seat and nearly closing his ankle in the door, despite how immediately apologetic Jean had been, he now sat silent in the passenger seat- apart from his complaints about how Eren never deserved Mikasa. Marco only nodded and offered hums of agreement, as he usually did when Jean got like this- the drive back to their shared apartment was awkward, Marco’s emotions threatened to bubble up to the surface- he often wondered what would happen if he spilled his heart to Jean, the worst he could do is reject him, right?
Marco parked in the driveway and sighed, realizing that Jean had passed out in the passenger’s seat, Marco unbuckled his seatbelt and shook Jean’s shoulder gently, “Jean...Jean. Wake up-” Jean stirred in the seat and cracked open his eyes, he inspected his surroundings and pushed open the car door. Marco scrambled out of his side of the car and around to help Jean- he didn’t need Jean face planting into the concrete again, he held one of Jean’s arms over his shoulders to support him- pausing at the base of the stairs. “Alright, Jean- Help me out.” Marco pleaded, he helped Jean up the stairs one at a time. It went smoother than expected, Jean stumbled a few times- threatening to pull them both down the stairs.
“I’m sorry I’m such an ass, Marco.” Jean mumbled as they reached their apartment door, he slouched against the wall while Marco fished his keys out of his jacket pocket so he could let them in.
“It’s fine-” Marco brushed off his comment as if it meant nothing, it was unintentional- but he was still bitter admittedly.
Jean stumbled in behind Marco, a small pout adorning his features, “It’s not okay. I-I don’t deserve you.” Jean’s little display made Marco blush, even more so when Jean grabbed him by his collar yet again, this time pulling him closer than before- Jean’s balance was practically nonexistent but he still managed to press Marco up against the wall.
“Jean- I-” Marco stumbled over his words, he placed his hands on Jean’s chest to keep some amount of space between them, “What are you?”
Jean leaned forward, his lips brushed against Marco’s ear, “I don’t deserve you-” He repeated stubbornly, his lips curiously brushing against Marco’s neck. “-but I want you…” Jean’s hands fell to Marco’s hips.
“J-Jean, you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re doing.” Marco retorted, the blush on his cheeks grew more apparent as Jean’s hands explored his body, this wasn’t the first time Jean had done this- he was always drunk, and Marco wanted him too- so badly, but he wanted Jean to be sober- he wanted it to be real for both of them.
“I know damn well what I’m doing,” Jean growled, “Are you gonna reject me like everyone else?” Jean’s tone saddened, “I’m tired of being lonely…”
Marco swallowed and slowly removed his hands from Jean’s chest, Jean’s body instantly pressed against his, Marco had completely surrendered himself to Jean in a matter of seconds, he was unable to deny himself of Jean’s touch any longer, regardless of what it did or didn’t mean to Jean, “I- Just promise you won’t regret this.” Marco whimpered, Jean froze for a moment and looked him in the eyes, their lips touched- the taste of alcohol flooded Marco’s mouth- it intoxicated him, overwhelmed him even, “J-Jean,” Marco protested meekly, his hands trailed up Jean’s shoulders, only for Jean to pin them to the wall.
“You can’t touch me yet.” Jean growled, “You can do that for me, can’t you? Keep your hands to yourself-”
Marco nodded obediently as Jean freed his hands from his grip, chills rolled all over his body as Jean’s hands explored it- resisting the urge to return Jean’s touch was almost too much for him to handle- but he was a good boy, “Jean-” Marco mumbled quietly- his knees grew weak when Jean’s eyes made contact with his.
Jean’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Marco’s shirt- they popped one by one until there were none left, Jean pulled open Marco’s shirt and slowly slipped it down his shoulders. Marco’s body was even prettier than he thought- just as they peppered Marco’s face, freckles danced along Marco’s shoulders and chest, “So pretty-” Jean breathed, he was smitten- the idea of stripping Marco bare stormed his mind plenty of times, “You’re so pretty, Marco.” Jean stroked Marco’s jaw with his thumb and kissed him again- this kiss was different from the last- the taste of alcohol lingered, followed by a flood of desperation- desire?
“Get on your knees for me-” Jean mumbled against Marco’s lips, Marco immediately obliged, falling to his knees and looking up at Jean- his eyes sparkled with an innocence that he longed for Jean to steal from him.
Jean clutch Marco’s jaw to ensure he wouldn’t turn away, “Open.” Marco’s heart thumped hard against his chest, he opened his mouth obediently for Jean, Jean in return rewarded him by swishing his cheeks and spitting into his mouth, “Now swallow for me.” Jean flicked his head away, he stood up straight and stripped his shirt- he smirked down at Marco who was clearly gawking at him, “Swallow,” Jean repeated, impatience brimming in his voice.
Marco snapped back into reality and swallowed thickly, he wiped away the excess with the sleeve of his shirt before he pulled it off the rest of the way and lazily tossed it to the side, “Thank you….sir.” Marco mumbled gratefully as Jean pulled him back to his feet, Jean was already undoing the belt of his pants as he led Marco to his room, when they entered Jean released Marco and lazily sat on the foot of the bed, legs parted and pants undone.
Marco stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do with himself, until Jean spoke up, “Come here,” Marco obediently straddled Jean’s lap- he wanted to wrap his arms around Jean and hold onto him so badly- but he was told not to, “Don’t worry, you can touch me now.” Jean reassured.
Jean lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over Marco’s soft lips, “before you do- I need you to strip for me, I want to see all of you.” Jean pleaded, he had already sneakily undid Marco’s pants. Marco sat back and slipped off of Jean’s lap, anxiety gripped him tight- but he wouldn’t disappoint Jean, he dropped his pants and underwear, he stepped out of them and kicked them off to the side, Jean’s gaze alone brought chills all over his nude body.
“So pretty. So so pretty.” Jean mumbled in awe, pulling Marco back into his lap- Jean trailed kisses all along Marco’s neck, he pressed his middle and index fingers against Marco’s plump lips, “Open up for me…” Jean pleaded, he trembled when Marco held onto his hand with both of his, Marco’s tongue rolled over Jean’s fingers slowly- he then sucked the two fingers thoroughly, he knew what Jean’s intentions were- his body trembled with excitement, even more so when he felt Jean’s free hand wrap around his swollen length.
“Relax.” Jean mumbled, pleasuring his friend with long slow strokes, “I owe it to you. I’m going to make you feel so good-” He pulled his fingers away from Marco, who only whimpered in response. Jean shushed him with a kiss- he released Marco’s length and held his hip, his now slick fingers circled around Marco’s tight entrance.
Marco flinched away from Jean’s fingers instinctively- even though Marco had touched himself many times to thoughts of his friend, never did he think Jean would lay a hand on him like this, “Jean- Jean please..” Marco whispered, biting his lip to stifle his moans.
“Don’t hide those from me, I want to hear every little sound you make for me.” Jean smirked, he used the opportunity to slip a single digit into Marco. He held Marco’s hips still- “Relax for me, angel..”
Marco nodded, he buried his face in Jean’s neck, “Just don’t-” Marco gasped quietly, “-don’t hurt me please…” Marco pleaded, rolling his hips subconsciously, he pressed further down onto Jean’s fingers, Jean only responded by giving him a second digit.
“That’s it- That’s a good boy- Does that feel good for you?” Jean asked softly, He reassuringly rubbed Marco’s thigh with his free hand, “I would never hurt you on purpose. You’re so precious to me- I’ve never said it, but I’ve always thought it. You know that?” Jean pleaded for a response, his mind had since sobered up, and now he needed to take care of his friend-
Marco’s eyes glistened with small beads of tears, “I know. I know, Jean-” Marco trailed his hands down Jean’s bare chest, stopping just at the waistband- his fingers danced curiously along it, “Can I see you now?” Marco mumbled, he could feel Jean’s bulge throb beneath him, Jean responded with a soft nod, an instant relief filled Jean when his manhood was freed from the confines of his underwear, he hoisted Marco further into his lap and firmly gripped Marco so he could stand and flip their position- Marco bounced slightly as he flopped back onto the bed, he scooted back as Jean crawled onto the bed and positioned his his between Marco’s thighs- he could sense that Marco was anxious, he leaned down and pecked Marco on the lips, “Do you want to stop?” Jean mumbled, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, angel..”
Jean’s willingness to ask Marco how he felt made Marco’s heart flutter, he wrapped his arms around Jean’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, “Please don’t stop, Jean, I- want-” Marco pleaded, “I need this..”
Marco’s pleas could drive any sane man into madness, Jean nodded hesitantly and hoisted Marco’s legs up so he could wrap them around his waist, “Okay. I’m going to take care of you- don’t you worry about a thing..” Jean reached over Marco and pulled a small bottle of lube from his nightstand, he popped open the cap and provided himself a generous amount- he coated himself.
Marco trembled as Jean’s fingers touched him again, providing the final step of preparing him, “Be gentle please.”
Jean leaned down and kissed him, “Of course-” He whispered against Marco’s sweet lips, while he was sure he had Marco distracted- Jean led himself to Marco entrance, he massaged his tip against it, the act of penetrating Marco was a painfully slow one. Jean slowly rocked against him until he was able to finally slip in- Jean froze as he felt Marco’s entire body tense up, he ran his hands up and down Marco’s thighs, “Relax- you’re doing great, angel.”
Marco whimpered as Jean penetrated him, even though it hurt- Marco had never felt more safe, a soothing wave of praise and comfort washed over him, Jean had referred to him as ‘angel’ multiple times now- and each time the word left his lips Marco’s heart jumped, his cheeks burned bright red, he couldn’t help but turn away from Jean’s gaze.
“Hey-Hey, Don’t try and hide from me- I want to see you.” Jean mumbled, it was hard for him to keep eye contact as well, but he wanted this moment to last forever- When Marco relaxed enough Jean slipped in more- he’d pause every now and again to give Marco time to adjust to the new length. Until Marco reached his limit to how much he could take, Jean buried his neck and kissed at it longingly. Marco’s limbs tightened around him, encouraging him to move-
Jean obliged, with his body draped over Marco- Jean began to roll his hips against his friend, each thrust garnered a desperate plea from his friend. Soft moans filled Jean’s ears, the whimper of his name made Jean feel as if he had done something right for once in his life- Jean had convinced himself that he was in love with some girl who wouldn’t even look his way, only to allow himself to neglect the best thing that had ever come into his life, Marco. Jean trailed his lips over Marco’s collar bone and bit down teasingly, Jean returned the chant of Marco’s name, Marco’s limbs only clamped around Jean more so- a silent plea for more.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Marco.” Jean grunted- resisting the urge to buck his hips as desperately as he wanted to- he had already caused Marco so much trouble lately, he couldn’t fathom hurting Marco in such a promiscuous way.
Marco opened his heavy eyes and moved his hands to cup Jean’s face, “I’m a big boy, Jean… I can take it.” Marco’s pleas were needy, desperate, hungry for more, “Please? Please, Jean…” Marco rolled his hips up in an attempt to get more than Jean would allow for him to have, it frustrated Marco to his wits end- but Jean had him where he wanted him- he was powerless under Jean’s touch.
Jean nodded, “Okay. Okay, just let me know if I’m hurting you.” Jean sat up and towered above his friend, he supported Marco’s legs by his knees, he began thrusting with intention- Marco squirmed beneath him- Jean quickly found himself entranced by Marco’s pretty mannerisms- the way his back arched with each thrust, his uneven desperate pants, the way Marco’s hands touched all over his body. There was this incredible magnetic feeling between them that Jean had ignored for too long, Jean licked his lips and slowly crept one of his hands up Marco’s thigh until he wrapped his hand around Marco’s length, earning a gasp from him, “Relax…I got you,” He reassured,his hand began pumping Marco’s length in time with the movement of his hips- Marco’s moans became erratic and desperate, his hands fell- only to knot themselves into the pillow under his head.
“I-I’m so close, Jean.” Marco whimpered, the little tears that beaded in his eyes caught Jean’s attention, he leaned down and kissed away a tear that ran down Marco’s cheek.
Jean sped up the pace of his thrusts once again, a determined look plastered his features as he helped Marco chase after his climax, he released Marco’s legs and leaned down- he wrapped his arms firmly around Marco’s torso, Jean sat back up and moved them further up the bed until Marco’s back pressed against the headboard, “I’ve got you-” Jean promised, he pressed closer to Marco until he could possibly do so anymore. Jean firmly held Marco by his bottom, he leaned in and caught Marco’s lips again- he rolled his hips up again, creating a delicious friction between the two that made Marco moan hungrily against Jean’s lips-
“J-Jean-” Marco dug his nails into Jean’s back, Jean grunting in response, “Sorry.. Sorry-” Marco whimpered, pulling his hands away only for Jean to scold him for trying to pull away- Marco sighed with relief, allowing himself to keep his limbs wrapped around Jean’s torso, he could feel heat coiling up inside of him- the added friction of Jean’s toned abdomen rutting against him only served to make everything hotter, Marco pleaded and begged for everything Jean had- this served as encouragement to Jean.
Jean gave Marco all he could, his methodic thrusts became erratic as Marco pleaded to him- he now was chasing after his own finish, “F-Fuck, Marco…” Jean growled, the sound of sex resonated around them- Jean was completely blissed- unable to concentrate on anything other than the sounds of Marco’s moans, “Marco. Marco. Marco.” Jean moaned, with a few final thrusts Marco fell over the edge, unable to stop his hips from bucking as a sweet release washed over his entire body.
Unable to hold himself back any longer- Jean’s body gave in and fell over the edge as well, he bit the inside of his cheek as he spilt inside of Marco, “Fuck. I’m sorry, Marco-” Jean’s confidence crumbled quite quickly- only Marco stole another kiss and offered him a reassuring smile.
Marco stroked Jean’s cheeks with his thumbs, “Don’t be sorry…” Marco’s cheeks were flush, he grunted as Jean slowly pulled out- leaving a sudden and unwelcome empty feeling. Jean had left him alone- he hurriedly exited only to return shortly after, he carried a damp washcloth and a towel- before Marco could say anything Jean began wiping him clean, the little act of aftercare made Marco tear up.
“Oi, Marco? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Jean pleaded for answers, Marco laughed aloud and shook his head in response.
“No. No- I’m just so hopelessly in love with you is all-” Marco admitted- cheeks immediately burning red. “I-”
“Don’t take it back-” Jean shushed him, he failed to keep eye contact when Marco confessed, so he continued to clean Marco up, being extra gentle with his lower extremities- “I’m- not sure I can say that back to you yet- but I want you to know that you’re something special..” Jean wished he could return Marco’s feelings, but it was better to be honest now than to lie and have things not work out. “You’re my angel, Marco.” Jean had since finished cleaning Marco of any mess they had made, “How about-” Jean scooped Marco into his arms and began carrying him toward the bathroom, “-we wash up, and sleep in my bed tonight?” The smell of sex had really come around now that their heads were no longer clouded by bliss.
Marco’s heart jumped at the opportunity, “I’d like that, Jean.”