A/N: HELLO, and welcome to the JeanMarco 30-day Challenge, otherwise nicknamed Freckled Jesus and His Disciple! We promise this isn't actually a comedy. And by we, I mean myself, Maestro (I'll be writing the challenge's odd numbers) and my collab partner, Phoenix (who will be writing the even numbers). BUT, seeing as we are both writing maniacs, the challenge will be turned into a fifteen-day challenge, each of us writing one drabble per day. This may become NSFW later on, in which case it will then be rated M.
DAY 1 - Holding hands
This was certainly not their first date. There had been many others: skating at the park, walking home and stopping to grab a meal, playing video games together. Jean supposed this could be considered a first date, depending on how you wanted to define 'date.'
The others were mostly waved away as 'no homo,' discarded into the large pile of definitely-platonic hangout time the two spent together. But this date was, in no uncertain terms, a date. Marco was closer to Jean right now than could be considered simply friendly, and Jean's cheeks were too red to deny that this had gotten him a little flustered. Their destination was only the local park, the same place they had skateboarded maybe a week ago, but the walk to it now felt completely different. They were calling this a date, Jean had, albeit anxiously and hesitantly, asked Marco out, and Marco had, without pausing for breath, given an immediate yes.
Because, well…
Jean's breath hitched a bit as Marco's hand wrapped more tightly around his own. This wasn't weird this wasn't weird this was normal but it felt weird. Jean let out a long breath, feeling Marco's fingers lace through his. He glanced around anxiously. Was anyone looking? They were both guys, after all. He was momentarily worried that somebody would come by and make fun of them.
But then Jean looked over at Marco, who was smiling contentedly, his face slightly flushed. Marco noticed his staring and grinned, pressing his side into Jean's. And Jean realized suddenly that he didn't care about being seen, or about holding hands, at least not in a negative way.
Jean smiled back. He tightened his grip on Marco's hand.
And he decided this was a good kind of weird.