"You're going to hate me if I tell you"

"I won't… I promise. Marco… I could never hate you. Ever."

"You will when you hear THIS"

"Marco…"

"Jean! Don't deny it. It'll only hurt more…"

"Please."

Marco was at the brink of tears. It wasn't the rain, it wasn't what had happened, it was him. His feelings. His fault… right? Jean sat on the bunk bed with face in his hands, almost shaking. He didn't want to fight… I can't I can't I can't… what have I gotten myself into? Marco thought. He faced the wall, leaning against it and breaking the silence with a creaking floorboard.

"Jean Kirstein… I'm in love with you."

Jeans cheeks burned and stung with feeling. Adrenaline coursed through his veins… How did I get here? Jean was behind him. Marcos heart stung as he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. However, He never could have predicted what would come next.

The hand gripped his waist, placing a kiss on his neck, shedding a tear on his shoulder. Blood rushed through his head, his heart, and… well… down below. "J-Jean…" he whimpered in the hot atmosphere. Marco turned around and began to speak, but was cut off by the others soft lips, like cotton candy. Marco's mind was bursting, and he couldn't move. Between breaths, soft kisses, and nonsensical words, Jean and Marco shuddered at the touch of each other's bodies. Jean pressed Marco to the floor, straddling him. By then, Marco was shirtless and defenseless on the floor. The room was growing hotter with each second.

As much as Marco wanted to fuck Jean right then and there, he couldn't bring himself to do it. I can't be selfish… Jean paused, scanning Marco's freckled torso, a pleasured, begging look in his eyes. With another passionate kiss, their tongues entwined as well as their bodies, sweaty and filled with lust for each other. Jean rolled over, taking the other boy with him, so that he was now on the bottom. Jean hastily removed his white button-down shirt, fumbling with his hands as Marco took the lead. Before jean knew it, his hands were pinned above his head, and Marco was sitting on top of him, sucking his sweet spot behind his ear. Jean let out a soft moan, and Marco took the liberty to stop there, and just lay next to his partner, panting. Marco relaxed for the first time in months.

"I love you too,"

Youre going to love me

And im going to love you