Marco sat on the toilet, trying to understand the sensation in his anus. How, how was he able to taste what was in his ass? As he 'Dropped the kids of at the pool' he tasted it! It was like a very dark chocolate- but bitter? It was mushy and soft, it made him feel sick. He wanted to talk to Jean about it. But what would he say? He had a crush on Jean... what if it ruined any chance he had? Jean wouldn't know what to do anyway. He might as well tell Armin.
"M-Marco... go home you your drunk!" Armin yelled as he slammed the door on Marco's sexy freckled shota face. He collapsed on to the ground feeling tears streaming down his face, and tasting a fart traveling through his rectum. Not wanting to taste it anymore, he sent it out. As he farted, it was inhailing a angelic wind of the poop he just produced. Even Armin didn't believe, and hell his best friend turned into a huge naked man!
"Marco!?" Jean yelled as he saw his friend sobbing on the floor. He ignored the awful smell that was over taking his nostrils and ran to his bestie's aid.
He crouched down beside the boy, who he dreamed about making love with, and patted his soft hair. He shook the thought out of his mind yet again, it would never happen... It wasn't the time for thinking like that anyway. The love of his life, whether he knew it or not needed him clearly needed him.
"Tell me what's wrong Marco..." Jean asked as he looked into the eyes of the boy who haunted his dreams.
Marco looked into Jean's eyes, they were beautiful, just like the rest of him. Looking into those concerned, shining amber eyes... he knew he could tell his friend. "O-Okay... I'll t-tell you..." he dried his tears. "But can we talk somewhere more private then outside Armin's room?..."
"Uh- of course!" Jean said to his friend. Was it really that bad? He helped his friend up and led him to his room. In the Survey Corps that was the only private place he knew. He led Marco his hand in his own, but once he realized what he was doing he let go of his friend's hand, because that's what he had after all... a friend. But to his surprise, Marco immediately grasped his hand once Jean had let go. Jean looked back at his freckled friend... was he blushing? No. he must be imagining it.
Oh no, Marco thought as he saw Jean look back at him, did he see me blushing? He ignored the likely idea that he did, and kept walking. Before long they were standing outside a dorm room.
"Well, here we are..." He opened the door for his friend to walk in, hoping he didn't think his room was a mess or anything. Once Marco had entered he sat down on his bed.
Marco looked around, Jean's room was clean, much cleaner than his. As he looked Jean gestured for him to sit down on his bed next to him. Hesitantly, Marco did.
"Well what's wrong then?" Jean asked his friend, trying to sound less worried than he was.
"Jean I'm going to be completely honest with you... okay? Please believe me..." Marco said not looking into the handsome boy's eyes.
"Of course Marco. I've never seen you cry, you're the calmest person I know. I know you wouldn't lie about something that affected you that badly." Jean told his friend, trying to force a smile.
"Then I'll cut to the case." the freckled boy looked down at the ground. "I can taste anything that is in my anus Jean." he mumbled.
"W-What?" Jean gasped, he couldn't have heard Marco correctly... Right?
"Anything that is in my rectum I can taste Jean..." he said louder now, sounding as if he was about to cry again.
As Marco began to cry again, Jean held him close, stroking his back to calm him down. "I believe you Marco... and we can get through this. Together."