Based off a role play with KiwiFruit07
Jean/Marco: Detention
Detention: meant to be a form of punishment dealt out by frustrated teachers, but converted into a time for the juvenile delinquents of the school to hang out away from home. While there were always newbies in the group- kids that had accidentally showed up after the bell one time too many, kids that were having a bad day and mouthed off to teachers- one batch of particularly rowdy students always found themselves spending their evenings in detention. Jean Kirschstein was one of those kids. Currently, as always, he was lounging at his usual seat, boot-clad feet propped up on the desk and leaning dangerously far back in his seat.
"What're you in for today, Kirschstein? Get in another fight with Jaeger?" one of his peers inquired, sitting backwards in his seat while the rest of their group shared the felonies that landed them in this classroom. Jean's casual expression melted, and he glanced away. His "crime" was so puny compared to the pranks his companions had pulled… But he wasn't one to put on a fake tough guy act.
"…forgot to do my homework," he coughed into his fist. His face glowed as his friends erupted into laughter, pointing at him mockingly.
"Aw, man, that's it? Dude, that's such a grade school thing!"
"Well maybe your grade school was just lame! Maria Elementary was pretty badass…" Jean defended meekly. "So the teacher's out today, huh? Which means we get a sub," he quickly changed the subject. "Man, I hope it's one of those new hot young teachers." He grinned, just imagining the scenarios that could go down if an inexperienced, 20-some-year-old female teacher was left in charge of these boys.
"Says the one who's-"
The snarky comment of Jean's friend was cut short when the door to the classroom swung open and a student stepped inside. He was slightly taller than average height, had a head of slick black hair and face full of freckles, and was, for lack of a better description, quite cute. Marco Bodt was his name, and everyone knew him; especially Jean, and seeing Marco here made his jaw drop. He swung himself upright and strode over to the taller boy. "Marco?! The hell are you doing here? And late, nonetheless?" A grin found its way onto his face and he crossed his arms. "Have I finally turned you away from the life of good?"
Marco just gave a slight tilt to his head, wearing his usually friendly smile. "Since our teacher is out today, I'm in charge of detention this evening." A series of groans and assorted rude comments rung out throughout the room; Marco's smile never faltered. Instead, he took a seat on the desk at the front of the room and crossed his ankles, leaning back comfortably.
"Geez, we knew you were teachers' pet, but now you're her watchdog too?" someone called from the back of the room. This was followed by an echo of "Yeah, teachers' pet!" Nevertheless, Marco remained unfazed. He knew his reputation, and he accepted it. In fact, the person that taught him to be proud of who his title was none other than Jean Kirschstein himself, who was actually displaying more of a reaction to the name calling than Marco was. After all, he had quite the soft spot for the freckled boy…. Although, he wasn't particularly looking forward to sitting at a desk silently twiddling his thumbs for an hour. Swallowing a smirk, he slipped back to his groupie for a moment.
"Hey, he may be the teachers' pet, but I know how to make this watchdog do a few tricks," he whispered with a wink. He turned on his heels and swaggered back over to Marco, sitting himself beside him on the desk.
"Please go back to your seat, Mr. Kirschstein," Marco offered, his pleasant expression still unchanging. Jean furrowed his eyebrows.
"'Mr. Kirschstein,' eh? C'mon, don't be so formal." Wolf whistles sounded from the now quiet classroom as Jean flirtatiously trailed a finger down Marco's chest.
Marco gulped, his smile twitching. "I'm only doing my job. Now please, go back to your seat…" His voice was beginning to reveal his gradually building frustration.
Jean's arm wound its way around Marco's waist. "The teacher's not around… We'll tell her you did a great job monitoring us. Loosen up," Jean offered, leaning his head into the crook of Marco's neck. His smile had finally faltered, and a blush seeped its way across his freckled cheeks.
"Jean, please knock it off… Everyone's watching-!" Marco gasped as Jean began to kiss at his neck.
"Well they can look away. "
As Jean scooted closer and began to lean in to kiss Marco's lips, he was suddenly met with a hand in his face. "I can report you," Marco snapped, though his voice was wavering in embarrassment. Jean sat back, putting on a pout.
"Aw, you wouldn't report your own boyfriend…"
Lots of smirks and murmurs and short laughter came from that statement. It had been over a month since Jean Kirschstein, a troublesome boy known for picking fights in the courtyard, asked out Marco Bodt, the friendly honor student voted most likely to succeed. Nobody had seen the relationship coming except a handful of their mutual friends (Connie Springer and Sasha Braus had been rooting for them from day 1), and nobody had been more shocked than Marco himself. He found himself oddly attracted to the lazy, yet dedicated teen, and the two had been openly falling in love ever since.
But that didn't mean he was willing to make a scene in front of a classroom of their peers, let alone a classroom of their delinquent peers that Marco had been assigned to monitor.
"Yes, I would," Marco insisted. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was trying his best to sound fierce, but in the end, he more so resembled a toddler about to throw a temper tantrum. He hopped off the desk and walked around it (ignoring Jean's comment of 'You're so adorable when you're angry') in order to reach the chalkboard at the front of the room. He grabbed a piece of chalk and neatly printed a "J" in the top corner of the board.
Jean groaned, following after him and draping his arms around his waist from behind. "You're making me so upset."
Marco wrote an "E."
"You're such an AWFUL boyfriend," Jean whined, pressing his cheek between Marco's shoulder blades.
Marco wrote an "A."
"If you're gonna be so mean, maybe I'll just have to break up with you."
Marco froze as he pressed the tip of chalk against the board, preparing to write an "N." He sighed heavily and erased what he had written, practically slamming the eraser back down on the ledge before regaining his place on the desktop and sitting cross-legged. A few people applauded; Jean smirked lightly and sat beside Marco, leaning his head on his shoulder. Marco stared straight ahead, trying to ignore Jean's presence. "Good puppy," Jean said against Marco's ear. Then he stole a quick kiss on the lips from him, making his face glow once more.
"Puppy? That's too cutesy, y'mean dog," someone called from the front of the room.
"Naw, man, puppy's pretty accurate. Goody-two-shoes little Marcy wouldn't hurt a fly," someone else chimed in.
"You're both wrong! I think what Kirschstein meant is that Bodt's his bitch."
The classroom erupted with a chorus of "OHHHHH!" and Marco's face turned even redder. Everyone provided their own comments, but everyone made sure to say "Bodt is Kirschstein's bitch!" somewhere. The teasing smirk had faded from Jean's face and was replaced with a hard glare.
"Don't call Marco that," he shouted above the commotion.
"Why not? It's true. 'Sides, you're the one who started it!" retorted the person that had said it first.
Jean got to his feet. "All I did was call him a puppy! Y'know, like a pet name? Couples do that with each other!"he spat.
The person had stood up as well, and was casually striding over to get in Jean's face. "It ain't like he isn't your bitch. The guy's spineless, why else would you be dating him?" they reasoned.
"Um, because I'm in love with him?!" Jean answered, grabbing the person by the collar of their shirt. They remained unfazed; amused, if anything.
"Bullshit. What's a guy like you see in a faggot like him?"
"Watch your mouth, douche bag," Jean growled. "Case you haven't noticed, I'm gay too."
The person rolled their eyes. "I'm not calling him a fag 'cause he's gay, I'm calling him a fag 'cause he's a loser. A dork."
"Shut the fuck up! You wanna know what it is I see in Marco?!" Jean hissed. "For one, he's just plain good looking. Probably the best looking guy in the school. But he's also an amazing guy. His IQ's probably higher than all of you dumbass' combined, he's got a charming-as-hell personality, and for whatever reason, he loves an asshole like me. So don't you dare say one damn bad thing about Marco Bodt, or I swear I'm gonna kill you."
"So what you're saying is you ain't so tough; you're a sentimental queer, just like your bitch."
Jean was now shaking with rage, his face red and teeth clenched. "You don't know shit about love, do you? Because nobody's dumb enough to give a piece of shit like you a second glance. You've never had a real relationship, have you?"
That seemed to nip at the guy's nerves. "For your information, I nailed the entire cheerleading squad."
"First of all, not Mikasa Ackerman. Nobody's nailed Mikasa Ackerman. Been there, tried that. Second, how long did those last? A week? A day? A few hours? So don't you talk to me," he jabbed his chest with his pointer finger, "about love until you've pulled your head out of your ass long enough to experience it yourself."
The room got silent after that. Marco had stood and tried to pull Jean away before a fight broke out, but now he stood frozen, newfound respect and affection for his boyfriend pulsing throughout his body. Jean was breathing heavily, his finger still pressed hard against his "friend's" chest… Then suddenly fists were flying- nobody knew who threw the first punch- and all but about 5 students that had been pretty soft-spoken about this whole thing were after Jean, though they really only succeeded in hurting each other.
"I'm calling the principal," Marco breathed amongst the chaos, bolting over to the phone and dialing the office. Soon enough, Principal Irvin was standing in the doorway. His very presence was enough to make the whole room fall silent. "That boy," Marco pointed at the person that had started this all, "assaulted Jean Kirschstein, and a fight soon broke out," Marco explained calmly. Principal Irvin nodded curtly, his sharp blue eyes staring menacingly at the classroom.
"Thank you, Mr. Bodt." Irvin smiled briefly at the freckled boy. "Everyone involved in this fight, come with me," he instructed, returning to his serious, naturally intimidating demeanor demeanor. Nobody had the guts to oppose him, and soon the classroom was empty except for the few uninvolved students, Marco, and Jean.
"Damn it Marco, you scared me! I thought you were gonna have him take me away too," Jean exclaimed, furrowing his eyebrows. Marco flashed him his usual smile.
"Why would I? You were the victim. Besides, you were only defending me… …that was very sweet of you." He gazed down at Jean for a moment, but then recalled they weren't alone. He turned and called over his shoulder, "You can all go home. Just don't tell anyone, please." Once they were finally alone, Marco closed the slight gap between them and gave Jean a gentle kiss. A tiny, sincere smile found its way onto Jean's face.
"C'mon… We should head home, too," he offered. Marco nodded his agreement and entwined his fingers with Jean's.
It was silent between them as they walked down the halls, swinging their hands slightly. Suddenly, Jean paused and faced his boyfriend. "I really love you, Marco."
Marco blinked, then smiled softly. "Thank you… I really love you too."
"For a genius, you sure are a dumbass," Jean mumbled, glancing away. Marco only smiled brighter.
"Oh, I don't think so! There are plenty of reasonable things to love about you." When Jean's eyes drifted back to Marco's face, giving him a hopeful expression, Marco shook his head and planted a quick kiss against Jean's cheek. "I don't think I need to list them. All that matters is that I love you, right?"
It was quiet for a brief moment as Jean was rendered speechless. "…Marco…" He then grabbed Marco by the front of his shirt and pulled him down, closing his eyes and passionately pressing their lips together. Marco quickly returned the motion, though more gently, and wrapped his arms around Jean's waist. Jean led him backwards so that his back was pressed against a wall of lockers. When they broke away for air, their eyes met, gold staring into brown. "When we graduate from high school," Jean began, their faces so close that his breath tickled Marco's lips with every word, "I want us to get married."
Marco's legs turned to jelly and his heart skipped a beat as he digested Jean's words, his smile faltering. "…that's quite a few years away…" His eyes widened as he realized it may have sounded like he was rejecting Jean's request, but Jean didn't see to take it that way.
"Only 3, not even," he reasoned, his expression remaining serious and determined. Marco was gradually beginning to smile.
"I'd like to go to college…"
Jean shrugged. "Cool, I'll find an apartment nearby."
"You're so determined," Marco chuckled, shaking his head fondly. "And I love it. Yes, Jean, I will marry you… One day." He brought his palm against Jean's cheek, caressing it, holding his face in his hand. Jean leaned into his touch and smiled ever-so-slightly. He had so many things to say; but he was so relieved that Marco had accepted his sloppy, abrupt, unofficial proposal, that he didn't want to end up saying the wrong thing and ruining the perfect moment. So he just brought their lips together again, and Marco immediately pressed his free hand against Jean's other cheek.
Just as they had last time, they didn't pull away until they desperately needed to breathe. This time, however, they immediately dove back in, adjusting their heads this way and that, applying varying amounts of pressure and ranging from quick pecks to lengthy kisses. At one point, Jean teasingly undid the top few buttons of Marco's blazer, then slid his hand under the uniform and up his waist. Marco shivered at his touch, but didn't protest; simply continued to kiss him. Only when Jean leaned him a little harder against the lockers, sliding his knee between his legs, did Marco comment. "J-Jean-!" he gasped, not necessarily in a bad way. "What if someone walks by…"
"Hn, you're right." Jean removed his hand from under Marco's shirt and his knee from its provocative position. "Let's go to my place and take this further," he whispered into his ear, resulting in a slight pleasurable shiver in Marco.
"I don't know, that's a rather dastardly act…" Marco was smiling despite his words, a dash of teasing to his tone.
Jean nipped his ear. "Well then I guess it's your job to punish me."
Marco's smile only widened. He pecked Jean's lips. "In that case, come with me, Mr. Kirschstein."