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"I know you said you wanted to go on a few dates first and whatever but...please date me now." Jean's eyes grew wide and he knew the truth of his words as soon as he spoke them. "I mean, I want to take you on dates and all that, but I want you to be my boyfriend now. I want to hold your hand and call you mine and I want you to do the same for me. I knew it before but I know now. Please, say you will."
Marco was still flushed from their activities before and the sudden confession from Jean gave Marco the cutest confused expression on his freckled face. Jean couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss it or fuck it off. Both could work though.
"Yes!" Marco almost screamed and jumped up as best he could with Jean still in his lap. "Yes! You have no idea how...just 'yes'." Marco bit at his lower lip and nodded his head.
Jean could feel the smile spreading over his face. He leaned in to hug Marco but had to pull away when Marco flinched in pain. "I'm going to kill those bastards for hurting you!"
Marco laughed. "It is inconvenient, isn't it?"
Jean rolled off of Marco and pulled his trousers and boxers back up. He laid down and was happy when Marco bent down and kissed him lightly. "Still though, I think we managed to do fairly well."
Jean face heated up. He still couldn't believe what they had just done. All the pressure that had building up had just exploded and all Jean could think about was doing it all over again...and then again.
They laid together for awhile. Talking about nothing and generally just basking in the after orgasm glow and the knowledge that they were both mad about each other. Hell, I am completely mad. And it was okay. It was more than okay. Jean could easily see himself spending the rest of his life in such a mad happy state.
---+---
Marco rolled over and pressed the snooze button on his alarm. He snuggled deeper under his blanket. Even though the heater was on in his room, the cold November air penetrated the walls and sought Marco out under his may layers of clothing and blankets. I wish Jean was here. If there was one thing he was sure about his boyfriend, it was that he was a furnace. Marco wasn't sure how he would feel about that in the summer but for now it was heavenly.
With a long sigh, Marco rooted around his sheets to locate his cell phone. He didn't even have to look at the screen as his fingers automatically opened the screen and started to type a message to Jean in the conversation bubble that Marco knew would already be open.
Hey sleepy head :O
Marco rubbed his eyes and tugged his legs closer to his body. The reply took a few minutes to come but he had always been more of a morning person that Jean...especially when it was before the sun had even risen.
5 minutes
Marco smiled and closed his eyes again. The door was already unlocked and there was no reason for him to get up. A click of the door lock turning made Marco peek one eye open. His body tensed up in excitement. There was some rustling of clothing and then Jean dived in under the covers and snuggled close up behind Marco spooning him.
"Hey." Jean nuzzled Marco and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.
Marco let out a long content hum and pressed back against the warm body of his boyfriend. It was the weekend and Marco had no reason to get out of bed. The holidays were quickly approaching and nothing seemed too pressing, it was a nice change of pace. Marco wanted to broach the subject of 'meeting the families' with Jean but he didn't know how Jean felt about it. They rarely talked about their families.
"Morning. How did you sleep?" Marco asked as Jean draped a leg over him. Soon they were a mess of limbs and they had fallen back asleep. It had only been around 5:30 am when Marco had texted him after all.
Hours later, sunlight hit Marco's eyelids and he slowly began to wake up. He had been drifting between the state of consciousness and the realms of light sleep for awhile and it was nice not waking up to an alarm clock. He could hear Jean snoring lightly in his ear and it made a smile curl up on Marco's face.
Marco reached for Jean's hand that clung to his shirt and covered his hand over Jean's and slotted their fingers together. Life wasn't perfect, but in that moment, Marco couldn't find a single thing wrong with it.
---@---
Marco was cool against his hot skin. The air in Marco's room was still warmer than the outside air but not much more. That was just fine though. He was the type that could walk around in winter weather with only a light sweater. Having a boyfriend that soaked up his excess body heat was just another bonus.
Jean had stripped down to his boxers and socks before crawling under the covers with Marco. The first time he had done it, Marco had sputtered and asked what he was doing. After giving the surprised freckled teen a hand-job he had passed back out and never raised another complaint to a nearly nude Jean in his bed.
Jean stretched and felt his erection poke up against Marco back. He rubbed up against him again and kissed Marco on his neck, under his ear. "Hey, you awake?" He knew Marco was but it seemed only polite.
"Yeah, morning...again." Marco's voice was heavy with sleep and Jean wasn't sure if he had heard anything so cute before. It never ceased to amaze him how much he had started to use the words 'cute' and 'adorable' when he thought about Marco. Jean never said the words aloud and he figured that was at least a slight saving grace.
Jean leaned forward and nibbled at the bottom of Marco's ear before starting to wiggle down under the sheets. An evil grin covered Jean's mouth as he flipped Marco from his side and onto his back. Marco let out a surprised yelp. Jean moved down between Marco's legs and clawed at the layers that covered Marco's own morning wood.
Jean licked a strip up Marco's freed cock and Marco's hands dived under the sheet to grab at Jean's hair. He brought his lips around the tip of Marco's erection and just allowed himself to suck at it. Marco let out a strangled cry and something that sounded like "Please", so Jean moved down farther.
Marco's hips bucked forward and Jean's mouth slide half-way down. Jean hollowed out his cheeks and took the rest of Marco in his mouth. Marco moaned softly and his fingers raked hard through Jean hair. He pulled and Jean loved the way that it hurt.
Jean started to move up and down. His rhythm was getting better and he no longer accidentally applied too much pressure with his teeth. The first time he had bit him, Marco hadn't let him give him another blow-job for a week. Jean understood why as soon as Marco had done the same to him. Still, they had worked through their unpolished stage and now Jean was quite proud of his ability to make Marco cry out.
Jean moved down again this time his tongue peeked out to swirl around Marco's cock. The smell of saliva and Marco's musk made Jean want to rut the sheets. Marco's body moved in tangent with Jean's mouth and soon Marco was breathlessly announcing, "I'm close."
The first time Marco had come in his mouth, Jean had almost choked. Marco had been so embarrassed that if it was possible to die of embarrassment, Marco would have never lived another moment. He hadn't been able to look Jean in the eye for almost the rest of the day. After that, Marco had always announced his orgasm. Jean loved it.
Jean squeezed Marco thigh to let him know he had heard him. "Um, Jean. Oh, yes." Jean could feel Marco stiffen in his mouth. He moved his mouth down and as the tip of Marco's cock scrapped along the roof of his mouth, Marco came.
It was tangy and Jean sucked hard as he swallowed every last drop. It had weirded him out the first time but after that Jean hadn't minded at all...if fact, he rather liked it. He would never admit to it, but Marco knew without the words. They could talk about a lot of things but sex and all of its many components still made them both blush and stutter.
Marco let grunted and gently pushed Jean off of him. With one final lick, Jean pulled away and placed a quick kiss on Marco's hip. Marco pulled him up and Jean flopped onto his chest, half of his body draped over him. Jean's erection prodded Marco on his lower stomach and Jean thrust up.
"Want to take a shower?" Marco asked as his hands ran down Jean's body to grab his ass.
Jean planted a hard kiss on Marco's mouth before jumping up and throwing the sheets off of them. Marco yelped as the cool air hit his hot skin. Jean flung the sheet off the bed completely and grabbed Marco's hand to drag him to the small bathroom. Kisses were exchanged as they undressed. Jean's tongue ran along the inside of Marco's mouth and the freckled teen shivered.
Steam from the shower started to fill the bathroom and they stepped into the shower. Water stung Jean's skin and made goosebumps rise. His nipples hardened and he grabbed for the bar of soap.
Jean ran the soap down Marco's back side and once there were enough bubbles he ran his hand down Marco's spine to the curve of his ass. Marco pressed back and allowed Jean's hands to throughly slick down his ass and thighs. One of Jean's hands came up to find Marco half hard again. "My, we are naughty today."
Jean didn't need to see the blush to know his boyfriend's cheeks were now a fire engine red. He loved making Marco blush- the way it would make his freckles stand out even more.
The scent of lingering sex and ivory soap invaded Jeans senses and he finally dragged his cock along Marco's slick ass. Marco leaned back so that his arms were pressed up against the shower wall. Jean wrapped his hands around Marco's hips and started to press up and forward.
His cock slide up along the crack of Marco's ass. "God damn, Marco-"
Jean knew he wasn't going to last long but that still didn't diminish how good it felt. How fucking fantastic it was to rub his cock along Marco's skin. It was amazing that he could be so smooth. It was like silk and the soap only helped to make it insanely sexy. He dug his fingertips in harder and Marco let out a groan.
With a few more hard strokes, Jean was coming on Marco's back with a yell. Jean brought Marco back up to give him a kiss. The water splashed over them and they finished washing each other off.
---+----
They walked hand in hand to the train station. Instead of doing their homework, Jean had convinced him to go to the small zoo and park that was a few stations away. Marco sipped on his coffee and Jean's head nodded as the train slowly lolled him to sleep.
Marco smiled and fought the urge to kiss Jean. Instead Marco breathed in deep and snuggled down into his sweater. The scarf tickled his nose and he almost sneezed. There was barely anyone on the train and Marco just allowed himself to enjoy the ticking of the tracks and the sounds of the station attendant calling out the name of every station they stopped at.
All too soon it was their stop and Marco used his shoulder to bump Jean awake. "We're here."
Marco giggled lightly as Jean released a huge yawn and rubbed at the back of his neck. They shuffled off of the train and onto the equally empty platform. Marco threw his empty can of coffee away and they continued out of the station and to the path that led to the small park and zoo.
"Have you been there before?"
Jean shook his head. "Nah, never had anyone to go with before. I just heard Connie mention it and I thought it might be nice."
Marco squeezed Jean's hand. "Yeah, I've never been before either. I hope the leaves are still on the trees."
Fall was his all time favorite season. Aside from the delicious seasonal food, there was the added pleasure of crushing dry leaves under his shoes and the fall leaves changing the landscape from green to a myriad of yellows, oranges and reds. Marco let out a long breath and giggles at the white puff of air that came from his lips.
"You are such a dork." Jean smirked.
Marco knew Jean was right. But there was no bite to the words just playful teasing. "Imagine how much of a dork you must be to like me."
Jean chuckled. "You're a jerk."
They approached the park and Marco could see the colored leaves and he didn't care how silly Jean thought he was. His favorite season had come around and he now had someone to share it with. Jean made him see the world through new eyes and Marco wanted to share it with him.
There were a few people walking dogs in the park. Marco smiled at every dog and grew slightly melancholy remembering his own dog that had died when he had been a kid. "You ever own a pet?"
Jean tensed at his side. "I don't want to talk about it."
Marco could sense that Jean really didn't want to talk about it so, he dropped the subject. Instead, he tried to be a comforting presence to any bad memories that he might have brought to the surface.
"There's a reason I don't like talking about my family..." Jean seemed to be weighing what he was going to say next. "We may have money, but that doesn't mean we don't have our fair share of problems. Okay, really my family is as dysfunctional as fuck."
Marco didn't offer any falsely soothing words and instead just nodded. Jean seemed to be thankful for this as he stopped walking and turned to face Marco. "I didn't want to tell you this. I'm a disaster as it is. You don't need to worry about my family too..."
Marco worried at his lower lip as he nodded again. Now, he really had no idea what to say. Jean was finally letting him in and he didn't want to do anything to shatter the moment. Marco just brought his eyes up to Jean's and allowed them to convey all the emotions he couldn't put into words.
"My dad drinks and my mom...well, she just kind of 'exists'. That's one of the reasons I was sent to a private school away from that fucking hell of a house. I have no plans to go back for this fucking holiday seasons or any other time for that matter. Once I graduate, I'm going to college and once I can support myself I want to never take another cent from them. I want to cut them off completely from my life.
"Just...don't try and push me to forgive them. I can't fucking forgive them, Marco. They- they never cared. I don't care. Just please, can we never talk about this again?"
Marco nodded and pulled Jean in for a hug. Jean latched on to Marco and the force that he hugged him with almost crushed him. They would have to talk about it again. Except Marco would never force him to see him parents but the hate that was eating up Jean would have to be faced. Just not today.
"Oh, Jean. I'm so sorry. I won't mention it again." Marco tried to keep his voice calm as he heard a light sob come from Jean. "It's okay. I'm here."
He heard Jean sniff and Marco wondered if there was a snot stain on his sweater. It almost made him laugh but he kept it in. The last thing he needed was for Jean to think that he was laughing at him.
"Sorry. Fuck, I don't usually lose my cool like that." After another moment, Jean pulled away and ran his sleeve over his eyes. They were rimmed red and his face looked pained.
"It's fine." Marco said as he held on to Jean as he moved away. He kissed him gently and Jean finally started to relax. Jean let out a little sigh as he pulled Marco back in again to deepen the kiss. By the time they pulled away, they were both out of breath and Marco wouldn't been surprised if they had managed to scandalize some of the people in the park.
Jean interlaced their fingers together. It was chunky with his gloves but Marco didn't care. The tension soon dissolved into laughter and the tightness in Marco's chest loosened. They stopped at the lake and looked over it. The birds were all gone and there appeared to be a thin layer of ice over the water. It was serene and peaceful.
Jean came up behind Marco and the freckled teen leaned back against him. Warmth seeped into his back and content flooded in. "Thanks." The words rumbled from Jean's chest and it reverberated in Marco's ears.
"Anytime."
They stood like that for awhile, enjoying the peacefulness of the lake. Eventually Jean pulled Marco along to the nearby vending machine and bought him a hot cocoa. Marco pressed the can up to his cheek and then pressed it against Jean's neck. Jean arched his back and Marco laughed as he was reminded of a cat.
Jean bought a hot tea for himself and pressed the bottom of the can against Marco's cheek and then rolled it along his neck, peeking it under his scarf. "I never knew going to the park could be so nice."
"That's because I'm here naturally." Jean said with a haughty grin.
Marco's eyes lit up and he nodded seriously. "Naturally."
"Um, I just want you to know that...you mean a lot to me and these last months have mattered to me more than anything. And, um, yeah, so I really hope...fuck it." Jean nearly yelled the last two words in frustration.
Marco opened his mouth to tease how inelegant Jean could be when Jean finally got out what he had been trying to say, "Yeah, um, I love you."
Marco's mouth hung open and he said the first thing that came to mind. "I know."
Jean narrowed his eyes and looked pleadingly at Marco. "Don't try and pull that shit with me now."
Marco's chest almost burst from all the emotions that were welling up in him. "I love you too, Jean." He felt like they had been saying it to each other every time they talked since Jean had first saved him from the bullies. It seemed like a million years ago...his knight in shining armor.
Marco bent down and pressed a kiss to Jean's nose. Jean sputtered and Marco could see his brows knitting together. Jean hated it when he was reminded of the height difference between them. As little as it was, Jean still took offense over it.
"You're an asshole." Jean said while taking hands from around Jean's hips and crossing them over his chest.
Marco pressed his lips together and stifled a giggle as best he could. Jean was beyond adorable when he pouted. It was so childish and it made Marco want to coddle him. "Aww, is that my new pet name? Can I call you 'honey'? Or maybe 'baby'? What do you think, sweetie?"
Jean's nose furled up like he had smelled something bad. "You sound like an old woman."
"How about 'love boat' or 'foxy'?" Marco smiled wider.
"How about I punch you?" Jean raised up one hand in a mock fist.
"Oh, our first domestic!" Marco grabbed Jean's raised fist and pulled him into a headlock. "Be warned, I can hold my own. Ain't no one going to hold baby down!"
"Dude! Are you being weird and quoting movies again? Let me go! Urg!" Jean tried to pull away but all it did was made Marco hold on tighter.
"Do you promise to play nice?" Marco said as he gave Jean a nuggy and knocked over his half-drank can of cocoa that he had placed on the ground.
"Yes, you nut-job."
Marco released him and pulled him for a sloppy kiss. Jean threw his bottle of tea to the ground and both his hands burrowed their way under Marco's sweater. Jean's cool hands traced a path over his shirt and pulled him closer. Marco brought a hand up to play with the soft hairs on the nape of Jean's neck.
Like before, they pulled away only after they were out of breath and sure to have offended at least another person in the mostly empty park. Marco's hand went down to drape around Jean's waist. He put his hand in the pocket of Jean's trousers.
"Come on, let's see that zoo you were telling me about." Marco said as Jean leaned over to grab their dropped cans.
Jean gave a noncommittal grunt again and Marco knew he wasn't quite forgiven yet. Marco leaned his head on Jean's shoulder as the light brown haired teen throw his can away and pocketed his own unopened can. "I do love you. So much I can barely take it. It's almost disgusting how much and I feel like a girl gushing over a crush."
Jean reddened but Marco knew that was exactly what Jean wanted to hear. He loved it when his ego was stroked and Marco didn't mind being the one to do it...there were many things he didn't mind stroking when it involved Jean.
"I love you too. Don't get too used to me saying it though. I'm not one of those people." Jean mumbled at the ending.
Marco smiled wide as he bumped their hips together. "I wasn't expecting you too. I just wanted to tell you again while not being an asshole."
"Don't worry it doesn't happen very often." Jean said in a mock reassuring tone.
They chatted about the scenery as they made their way to the entrance to the small zoo..that was closed.
"What the fuck?" Jean whined as Marco read the announcement that they were closed due to repairs.
"I suppose we should have checked if they were open." Marco shrugged. It was a bit of let down but he didn't really care. Jean was there and that was all that really mattered.
Marco grabbed for Jean's hand. "Let's go check out that bookstore instead. I wouldn't mind getting out of the cold for awhile."
"Sorry, Marco." Jean kicked at the ground.
"Ah, it's okay. I don't really mind. We can always try again later." Marco said simply.
"I know, it's just that...I wanted this to go perfectly."
"But it is." Marco answered brightly.
"No it's not!"
"You do realize, that as long as you're there, that is the perfect date to me, right?" Marco grinned wide.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
The smile that spread over Jean's face was so bright, Marco stood in awe of it. It was one of those honest and wide smiles that Jean reserved for only the moments that he was extremely happy. Even Marco had only seen a few of them but whenever he did, he knew he had done something infinitely right.
Marco smiled back and Jean let out a happy laugh as they held hands and ran through the park. Marco smiled at the back of Jean's head as they ran and he felt his heart beat and his breath come out in puffs and he knew that in that moment he had never been more alive.