"Jean!" Marco cried, laughing and swatting Jean's hands away with his free hand. "Let me focus on the road."
"No, you're too cute. Pull over, we can have some fun." Jean mumbled softly into his partner of 3 years' ear, his hand slipping up Marco's thigh in the process. Marco blushed. He and Jean have been together for 3 years and loved each other for more, though Marco couldn't help but still blush and get nervous over the little things Jean did- things like this. Or the way Jean would look at him, the way he smiled at him. How he told him he loved him. The way he said it. Marco loved Jean. More than anything in the entire world.
"Jean no, we're nearly there. Wait another thirty odd minutes. Be patient." Marco replied, grinning and taking Jean's hand into his.
Jean whined. He kissed Marco's neck softly. Marco tilted his head to the side slightly, not meaning to but did it- because that's the affect Jean had on him. Jean trailed soft and delicate kisses up Marco's neck, biting here and there. Marco leaned into Jean's touch a little, his hands gripping at the steering wheel as Jean's hands made their way higher up Marco's thighs. He rubbed slow circles into Marco's inner thighs, chuckling as he pulled away from his partner's neck.
"I love you, Marco." Jean said softly, causing the butterflies to rise in Marco's stomach. His heart skipped beats as his smile widened.
"I love you too, Kirschtein."
Jean chuckled. "I know." Marco rolled his eyes at his cocky boyfriend, keeping his concentration on the road. Jean fidgeted in his seat like a child.
"Marco."
"Polo."
"Shush. I'm bored." Jean whined. Marco sighed and turned on the radio to amuse Jean a little more than the silent car journey.
Jean looked out the window, watching as the trees and beautiful scenery went by. The stars were shining bright. Jean looked out for constellations but found himself unsuccessful in finding any. The moon was even more beautiful than the stars. The way it gave off such beautiful light, highlighting every beautiful point there was to be found.
He turned his head, looking at the precious freckled boy before him. Marco was even more beautiful than the stars, moon and beautiful flower he had ever laid his eyes on. Everything about Marco was perfect. His hair, his eyes, his nose, his freckles, his body, his laugh, his voice. Everything. Every flaw made him even better. His flaws made him beautiful.
Marco looked back at Jean and grinned like an idiot. Jean couldn't help but grin back. He loved this man so much. This man loved him too.
Jean knew it was only a matter of time. They had roughly 30 minutes of their car journey left. Jean had the night planned out. They get home. Jean prepares a romantic meal. He tells Marco how much he means to him. He proposes.
Jean's palms began to sweat, his heart beginning to pound. He decided to try to take his mind off it.
He leaned over to Marco, going back to rubbing circles into Marco's inner thigh. Marco parted his legs a little. Jean watched as Marco bit his lip. Jean knew exactly how to turn him on. He smirked and moved his hand higher as he began to palm the growing bulge in Marco's pants. Marco let out a deep breath, his grip tightening on the wheel. Jean grinned. He added a little force onto the bulge and moved his hand up and down, Marco panting and fidgeting ever so slightly.
"J-Jean…" Marco couldn't help but moan his name. The very sound was enough to drive Jean crazy.
Jean couldn't hold back as he grabbed Marco's face, pulling it toward him and kissed his lips deeply and passionately. Marco let out a surprise yelp but kissed back anyway. Jean began to unbutton Marco's shirt as he moved his lips to his neck, tracing every freckle with his lips.
"Jean, I need to focus…" Marco whispered, his eyes beginning to flutter closed. He couldn't take the way Jean was making him feel. He needed him right now. He couldn't pull over though. The road had only room for one car as it was so narrow. He needed to keep going.
Jean sucked on the flesh but pulled away to plant another kiss on Marco's lips. Marco moaned into the kiss, moving one hand to the back of Jean's neck. Jean moved back to his neck and bit everywhere, leaving marks all over the delicate flesh. Marco moaned.
"Shit!" Jean yelled, gripping onto the wheel tightly in attempt to steer the car away, but there was nowhere to turn. It was too late.
He shut his eyes tightly and gripped Marco's hand, his heart pounding in his chest. Marco slammed his foot on the breaks-
The car opposite them crashed into theirs, full force. The impact caused Marco to practically fly forwards, hitting his head hard on the window as the glass shattered into little pieces. His body lay limp.
Jean could barely move. His hand slowly and weakly reached for Marco's as tears ran down his face.
"M…Marco…" he whispered as he stared at his boyfriend. He was limp. No sign of movement. "Please…" He begged.
After a few minutes, ambulance sirens were heard in the distance. Tears began to fall down Jean's face. Still no sign of movement. Marco's hand was cold. Blood trickled down his face. Shards of glass had penetrated his skin, stuck in his cheek, shoulder and arm. Jean was less injured but injured nonetheless.
Jean fell unconscious.