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“They’re staring.”
“Let them stare.”
Marco pressed his face against the desk, pretending that the lingering eyes disappeared once he did so. Jean leaned into him, playing with his hair, his fingers swirling in and out of the dark strands.
“You’re not making this any easier,” Marco breathed into the cool surface of the desk. He turned his head (avoiding the direction of the rest of the class) and looked up at Jean. Jean withdrew his hand, leaning back from the lecture hall desk.
“Sorry Freckles,” he mumbled back. Marco watched as Jean turned his attention to his notes. Marco bit his lip, watching as Jean’s arm moved up and down the page as he furiously scrawled notes on the slideshow at the front of the room.
“I’ll see you after class, alright?”
Marco nodded, pressing himself back against the wall, avoiding the swarm moving from class to class. He felt Jean’s eyes linger on him, moving up and down his face. He followed as Jean’s eyes rested on his lips.
“Can I?”
Marco’s heart fluttered. He nodded furiously, glancing around for prying eyes.
Jean’s own eyes were too quick to miss the gesture.
“Erm, actually, I’m just gonna go. I can’t be late.”
Jean stepped back, pulling his messenger bag onto his shoulder, turning away towards the campus lawn. Marco grabbed his arm.
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you’re not-“
Marco pecked Jean on the lips, their noses rubbing for a mere moment.
“I’m fine, still getting used to doing it openly,” Marco rushed out, afraid Jean would get the wrong idea. Jean nodded, a grin tugging at his lips. Marco scowled, “Get to class you idiot.”
Jean raised a hand to his mouth, covering his grin and turned, moving quickly into the crowd. Marco watched as he went further and further, getting lost among the sea of bodies.
“Freckles!”
Marco groaned.
“Ey, that’s no way to treat your favorite roommate,” Connie pouted accusingly, sidling beside him.
“My only roommate.” Marco said, putting strong emphasis on the words.
“Even more reason not to.”
Marco chose to ignore this.
“Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“It got cancelled, going to the movies with the lady.”
“That poor girl.” Marco couldn’t imagine Sasha sitting still for an entire class, let alone a movie. Connie flicked the back of his head and paraded past him.
“Jean’s class was cancelled as well, take your girl to the movies too!” Connie shouted, words almost inaudible through his laughter.
There were so many words Marco could have responded with, but seeing as he was in public and in a crowded hallway he decided to keep them to himself. Marco slumped out of his small space in the hall and headed back to the dorms.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it, whatever.”
Marco watched Jean pace back and forth, talking into his cellphone while nursing a cigarette.
“No, I’m not smoking,” Jean grumbled into the phone before taking a drag. Marco plucked it out of his hand and tossed it onto the ground, putting it out with his heel.
Jean shot him a look resembling a small puppy.
“Yeah, I’m sure Marco would love that.”
Marco’s ears perked up at the sound of his name.
“Yeah, yeah, alright. I gotta go. Love you too.”
Jean hung up his phone, groaning dramatically. Marco rolled his eyes and followed him into the building.
“She knows I have class at this time but always loves to call me,” Jean grumbled, fiddling with his keys.
“Atleast it was cancelled,” Marco squeaked, trying to add optimism to Jean’s mood.
“True.”
Marco frowned at the flat response.
“What’s up?”
Jean looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.
“What are you doing for winter break?”
“I dunno.”
“C’mon Freckles,” Jean pleaded as he reached his door, trying to ease his key into the lock and doing so gracelessly.
“I’ll think about it.”
“While you’re thinking about it also think about where else we can go,” Jean said, quickly shutting the door as quickly as he had opened it. Marco raised his eyebrows.
“Bert’s over.”
“What’s wrong with Bertholdt?” Marco asked quizzically, staring at the shut door.
“Nothing wrong with him, just the sounds out of his mouth when Reiner is on top of him and doing unspeakable things,” Jean said, face red.
“Oh.”
Jean snorted at Marco’s realization.
“Well Connie’s gone, he’s taking Sasha to the movies.”
Jean turned, raising his eyes mischeviously. “Is he now?”
Marco paled, “whatever you have planning I want no part in it.”
Jean grinned, moving closer to Marco, their chests touching.
“We could go back to your room.” Jean hinted without subtlety, his eyes looking down the hall.
Marco groaned as Jean pulled him by his shirt down the hall towards his room.
Jean unlocked the door with one hand, the other moved to Marco’s head as he pushed him against the corner of Marco’s room.
“Fuck Jean,”
Marco felt a smile stretch across Jean’s face as Jean pressed his lips against the length of his neck. Jean’s fingers found their way in Marco’s hair again and Marco found his breath come and go in stuttering gasps.
Marco pulled away quickly, wrestling his fingertips at the edge of Jean’s shirt. Jean nearly stumbled backwards over Connie’s skateboard.
“Let me help you with that,” Jean snorted, curling his hands over Marco’s and pulling his shirt above his head.
Jean felt Marco’s eyes lingering on his body, feeling like an ant under a microscope.
“Freckles?”
Marco laughed nervously and blushing fiercely, looking away.
Jean pressed back against Marco, pressing his lips to Marco’s ear. “What’s bothering you?”
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.” Marco said, meeting Jean’s eyes. Jean snorted again.
“When have I ever done anything I didn’t want to do with you Marco,” Jean mumbled loud enough for him to hear, lightly kissing the side of Marco’s face.
“So you have no objection if I do this?”
Jean pulled back.
“Do what?”
He felt Marco’s hand slid into his pants, his warm fingers closing around his crotch.
“Jesus Marco!” Jean almost tripped back again, Marco reached out pulling him close again.
A whimper slipped out of Jean’s mouth.
Marco raised his eyebrows, grinning.
“Warn me next time Freckles,” Jean grumbled, face burning red as Marco’s had moments earlier.
Marco opened his mouth to reply but a loud click grabbed his attention. The bolt slid out of the lock slowly.
“Fuck,” Jean moved away from the door, pulling Marco, who’s hand was still shoved down the front of Jean’s pants.
“Don’t move, wait-”
Jean’s world flipped upside down as he found himself on the floor, crushed underneath Marco.
The door swung open to reveal Connie and Sasha standing in the doorway.
“Uh, do I even wanna know?” Connie reached down and grabbed his skateboard.
Jean felt Marco quickly rip his hand from Jean’s waistband.
“We weren’t up to anything.” Jean grumbled unconvincingly.
“Say that to Marco’s hand that was in your pants and your shirt on the floor.” Sasha giggled, peering from the hallway. Jean grunted in response, still wincing from the pain of falling.
“I don’t know, don’t ask me for advice.”
“Well I think it’s a good idea,”
“Thanks for the input Sasha.” Marco rolled his phone around in the palm of his hand.
“Just do it. What other plans do you have?”
“He has a point.”
“Shut up Connie.”
Marco placed his phone down on the bed, looking over to Sasha and Connie. They both had invaded Marco’s space, sprawling out their papers and books across the floor and Marco’s bed.
“If you hadn’t scared him off I would have had more time to think it over.”
“The thought of Jean doing anything sexual in this room horrifies me to no end,” Connie said from behind his book. Marco shot a glare in his direction, trying not to think of the fact that Connie himself was sexually active in their shared bedroom.
Marco rolled off his bed, grabbing his phone and made his way out the door, avoiding further conversation on the subject.
The phone rang three times before Jean answered it.
Marco sat down in the hall, leaning against his door.
“Hey Jean,”
“H-Hey,” Jean said softly on the other side of the line.
“I gave some thought into what you said earlier.”
“I’m sorry about what happened back in your room, I shouldn’t have-”
“Quiet, idiot,” Marco cut him off. Silence came from Jean’s end. “I’m kidding Jean.”
Jean snorted into the phone.
“So, what did you decide?”
“I’ve decided to come along with you, back to your hometown, for holiday break.”
Marco could almost see the grin in Jean’s voice, despite him being on the other side of the phone.
“My folks will be excited to hear that,”
“You seem excited to hear it as well,” Marco smiled into the phone.
“I totally am- seriously Freckles.”
“Wanna come over and help me pack?”