"I would like to talk to my son. Inside" Mr. Bodt was not the most pleasant man, I knew that ever since he threw those hard words at me but seeing him stand outside my door gave me shivers and something inside my brain yelled at me to be nice. I stepped aside and let him come in, ignoring the fact that he didn't get his shoes off at the entrance. I mumbled a sir but he didn't look at me, instead he reached Marco and grabbed him by the arm, pushing him towards the living room and closing the door in my face.

"Calm down, Jean" I whispered to myself, trying to hide the redness of my skin by breathing in long before opening the door and letting myself inside. Marco was terrified, I could see it in his eyes and I wanted to go over and at least hold his hand but I knew that would make things worse. "I have a right to be here" I said, my voice pretty low. The man's head turned to look at me and I could read the hate and rage clear in his eyes, very different from Marco's worried browns.

"I have nothing to talk with you"

"Okay" I muttered but didn't leave, wanting to be there in case Freckles needed me. It started with a sigh and I closed my eyes, trying to focus on Marco's wellness.

"Marco, explain yourself" The boy looked at me alarmed and then back at his father, trying to compose himself. It was way too soon, we haven't even talked about what to say or what we were gonna do.

"Jean and I are dating" was all he managed to say and the words fell hard in silence. Mr. Bodt shifted his body on the couch and I tensed, being ready to jump in case he would go towards Marco.

"What is this foolishness? I taught you better than this, I will not accept a faggot in my family. I see you can't manage to live by yourself so I expect you to come home with me."

"What do you mean?" Freckles' voice was small.

"I will not give you money so you can spend it with him" He pointed to me without looking at me and felt my blood boiling. No one ever helped me with money ever since I left home and I wouldn't have taken money from Marco even if he begged me.

"What about college?" One of the things I loved the most about him was that his goals were high – a lot higher than mine could ever be; and he was hardworking and I bet one day he would become the best version of him. He was a hardworking student, rarely had a C so dragging him home because he was in a relationship was the stupidest idea ever.

"If you cared so much about college you wouldn't have wasted time with useless things. You can find a well-paid job in our hometown" The thought made me sick. Or you could go and fuck off.

"Dad, I want to become a doctor" His voice was helpless, choking.

"I would rather have you become a simple but respectable man rather than rich and in the wrong" He was obviously referring to me so I felt the need to intervene.

"Marco is brilliant, that has nothing to do with our relationship" I was trying really hard to keep calm but when he ignored me I got up and went to sit next to Marco. "Don't you hear me? He is brilliant!" My tone was raised and Marco turned to me, alarmed.

"Jean, don't –"

"Don't what? Are you kidding me? He wants to destroy your fucking life" I yelled and he grabbed my hand in his tightly but I retreated mine, not wanting to calm down. "Do you really hate me that much?" I couldn't understand his dumb hatred – what have I done so wrong beside trying to love his son?

"Homosexuality is a sin but I don't expect you to understand" Of course – because I was the devil with my weird hair and my black clothes and my pierced face.

"What do you fucking know about Marco?" I shouted and he got up, ready to come closer to me and probably grab me by the throat. "It's his choice, he's a human being not a dog you can commend around"

"I made him what he is today" he groaned and came dangerously closer.

"You're his dad! That's what parents fucking do and they don't expect anything back!" That was the last drop so he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me closer, forcing me on my tiptoes. Marco grabbed his hands, trying to unclasp them from me and I resisted, looking him in the face.

"You destroyed him"

"That's not true" That was Marco and we both turned towards him. "I chose to be with him, I want to stay here" he whispered and Mr. Bodt let me go slowly, turning to him.

"It's a deathly sin, unforgivable, Marco. I want to talk with you only" When he said that I was ready to say I won't when I saw Freckles' eyes begging me to do as I was told and sighed. I told him I would be in the next room if he needed me and saluted politely the man one more time, knowing we wouldn't meet anytime soon, not that I complained. I tried to keep my mind busy but it kept going back to what was going on in the next room and it was stressing the shit out of me. I knew Marco wouldn't ask for help with that even if he needed and I could get it because it was his fight to carry with his father and it was his life on the line. I couldn't believe what was going on, though; the man was delusional for having such a reaction.

I began pacing around the room, checking my phone several times to find nothing and then pacing around some more. As thin as the walls were in the apartment – thin enough to hear Reiner and Berthold having sex every time – I couldn't hear shit right now and it was frustrating. I texted the guys to find something to do until later because there were some complicated stuff going on and they replied with a simple "ok". As embarrassing as they were at times, you could count on them in certain situations. Forever passed until the door opened and Marco came in with a very very tired look on his face. At first he stepped towards me but he changed the route and sat on my bed as I was laying in his.

"He expects me home by Friday" he said and I widened my eyes, not sure if I heard right.

"You're not going, are you?" No answer. "Don't fuck with me, Marco!" I shouted, beginning to panic. I looked him straight in the eye, trying to get a reaction but all he did was to look down in his lap. "I can't believe you." I swear I saw red. "You fucking coward!" I yelled and straightened my back. He looked up, his face a picture of pain and in that moment I realized I over-stepped.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Fight for your life" I mumbled, still angry. "I can't do everything for you, I can't fight everyone in your life for you" His eyes snapped shut and when he opened them his eyebrows furrowed.

"You have such a good opinion about yourself, Jean! Maybe you're too good for me!"

"You know what? Maybe I am because you're a fucking pussy and I feel like I'm doing everything on my own!" The words were filled with venom but once they exited my mouth there was no way to take them back. Awesome, Jean, you're the best. I rubbed my head anxiously – he was attacked by everyone around him, including me now. Chocolate orbs watched me incredulous and he smiled sarcastically.

"Okay" Was all that he said and stared at me. I didn't know what he meant by that but it sure wasn't good because the pain was still there and the sigh that followed was the sound of a man who gave up. I knew I should have apologized, I knew I was supposed to make things better but instead I buried my face in the pillow and remained like that for a while, my brain all over the place. I probably fell asleep because I was very disorientated once I heard a loud thump and got up at an instant, hoping I had a very bad dream and my reality was untouched. I looked around and saw Marco with a big box in his arms. "Sorry, I dropped a book"

"'s okay" I mumbled and realized there were stuff disappearing from our shelves. "What are you doing?"

"Packing" he said simply as if it was the most normal thing going on. "I already told Reiner and Bert I am moving out, I'll pay the rent until you find someone else" he was calm but I couldn't have any of that, brought back to the real facts by his words.

"What about us?" My voice was small, almost shy. I was not sure I wanted to know. He left the things he was holding down and turned around to watch my face.

"It was a beautiful dream, Jean" He smiled and I gulped, wanting to yell at him to stop. I wanted to beg him not to leave me, to tell him I needed him, that we were meant to met and make things better. He made me so happy, of course it wouldn't last. I got up and felt my chest area hurt but went to sit next to him and took his hand in mine. It felt warm, like always and I closed my eyes, trying to absorb his presence. "Stop it" he whispered but I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I am sorry, don't leave"

"You're making harder" I wanted to make it hard enough so he wouldn't leave.

"Babe" I whispered and felt his body began to shiver so I pulled him in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and held him pressed against me, deciding I would him decide when he wanted to let go. He was shaking like a beaten dog, his head buried in my neck and I caressed his back gently, trying to calm him down. "I'm sorry, I don't believe shit I've said" I was hot-headed, it was one of my worst traits.

"I know" he said. "I don't know what to do" I took a big breath.

"We can figure this out" I said, still touching his back before he looked at me confused. "Don't go back"

"They won't give me money anymore, Jean" he whined and I sighed. Money wasn't everything, they could be made, I knew that better than anyone else because I had to work my ass off for college ever since it started.

"Look – I have a bank account in which I keep my savings that we can use. You can look for a job and I'll keep working and we'll manage it somehow. I'll pay your side of rent until you get your first salary" I said and he frowned.

"I won't use your money"

"Money doesn't mean shit to me, Marco! I've been saving for situations like this one, I don't want your life ruined, for God's sake. You'll make it up to me when you'll be a rich and famous doctor" For the first time in forever he smiled and I put a strand of overlong hair behind his ear.

"The college fee is too much"

"We'll seek a bank, as friends, I don't know, we'll manage it somehow. Please" I knew he wasn't the kind of guy to rely on other's money but I wasn't just anyone. It wasn't just because I wanted our relationship to continue, it was out of friendship because I wanted the best for him and he had potential and devotion.

"You're basically telling me to run away with you" he said and I chuckled.

"Run away in the same room in the same apartment" He laughed, a raspy sound and I pursed my lips. "Kinda lame" I looked over to see the things he already packed and decided we should take care of those tonight, before going to sleep. He was anxious, not sure if he should tell them what he decided or not give any sign. I told him he should tell his mother because she deserved to know and so did Alessandro. We talked to the guys too, after putting everything back in place and Reiner almost broke the table with his fist when he heard what his father asked.

"That's some fucked up shit" Berthold decided, offering each of us beers. Marco refused his and went to make some tea.

"I know" I mumbled. I couldn't be rude – it was still his father after all. "Do you guys have plans tonight?"

"I'm taking this sweet ass to Latino dancing" Reiner said and all of us burst into laughter.

"Are you feeling extra gay today?" Marco asked and we continued to laugh for a while – an empowering and freeing sentiment. I was feeling like I've just won a war.

We settled for a quiet night at home so I built a fort and downloaded some Disney movies before making sure we had our favourite snacks and invited Marco who's been studying until then. He looked cute when concentrated so I went closer to him to kiss his temple and look over the alien things he was studying there.

"You're so smart" I said flirtatious.

"One of us must be" He had a brick face so I burst into laughter and then scowled at him, making him apologize. We crawled inside our fort and played rock, paper, scissors until we decided on Lion King and played the movie. He was resting against me, playing with my fingers and just then I realized we haven't had much contact today, not ever since the boogie man left. He was concentrated on the screen and I picked up a Bounty I began to chew on, as silent as possible. "I want some too"

I offered him the bar with my free hand and he bit it, looking at me. I don't know if that was the intention but he looked pretty hot while doing so. The chocolate melted on my fingers and he saw it because he brought my index and middle finger to his lips, licking them clean.

"What the fuck?" I muttered incredulous and he grinned, innocently, returning to his movie. He was not freckled Jesus, he was the devil and my pants began to feel uncomfortable in a certain area. I leaned to nuzzle his ear but didn't break his concentration so I bit it gently, making him turn his head to me.

"Can I help you?"

"You might" I said and he chuckled when I pushed him on his back on the pillows, getting on top of him. "Tease" I said and leaned to kiss him, properly this time, licking his lips before letting my tongue explore. His lips were soft, unlike mine and he was tasting of chocolate, coconut and the sweet flavour that was Marco. My hands left his face and neck and sneaked under the hem of his shirt slowly because I was waiting for approval. My knee bent so now it was rubbing the sensitive spot between his legs and he moaned in my mouth, long and needy. "What's the matter, baby? You don't like to be teased?"

I slowly retreated from the kiss and watched his flushed face, deciding I wanted to see those lips swollen because of me. He shook his head and I grinned.

"Jean" he moaned and I gulped, going for another kiss, this one sloppier, feeling a little drop of saliva escaping our mouths and running down his chin. His arms pulled me closer and his hips buckled against the pressure, wanting more. I ran my tongue over his teeth and bit his lip rather harshly before licking my way down his neck where I could see the ghost of a hickey I made not so much time ago.

"Can I get your shirt off?" I asked and he stopped, a little worried, his pupils dilated.

"Yes" he gulped and I decided to get mine off first so he would feel more comfortable. My skin was terribly pale, I was one of those kids who got burnt at the beach and needed tones of sun protection but that was not what he kept staring at. His eyes where settled on my left nipple which was pierced and had a bar of silver in it. His fingers reached the small balls at the ends and he opened his eyes. "I had no idea"

"It's not a big deal" I grinned and he tugged on it, sending shivers directly to my groin.

"Does it hurt?" It hurt like shit when it was done.

"Not anymore" I said and kissed his lips gently, making them open for me once again. Making out with Marco might've been my favourite hobby, I liked it more than photography. His hands grabbed my shoulders and my fingers made their way downwards, rubbing the obvious bulge on his pants. I couldn't figure out for sure how big he was but he seemed... hung enough so I kept teasing that part tantalizing, enjoying the whimpers and moans in my mouth. "Shirt, baby" I reminded him and he nodded, helping me up when I began to peel the material covering his upper body. When he was done he didn't lay back, he hid his face in my neck, sucking violet spots on my skin. He was extremely freckled, even on his chest and his nipples were pert and attractive, making me want to touch them and tease him.

I circled one with my index and he moaned my name against my skin. At this point, I was leaking in my boxers. I pinched the perky skin and was surprised when he moaned louder, stopping what he was doing.

"You like that?" I asked already knowing the answer and pinching the other one too, making buckle his hips against my knee.

"Please, Jean" he moaned and I smiled, leaning to peck his lips.

"Please what?" I never pleasured another guy but if he was so sensitive when it came to his nipples I was sure he would enjoy my mouth so I brushed my lips against the right one, forcing him on his back. My tongue swiped gently around it and while my fingertips teased the other and when I bit it he arched his back, looking at me with half-closed eyes, his mouth opened. "You like it rough, baby?" he nodded and I bit harder on the other, making him cry out. I was surprised when he grabbed my arms and pushed me on a side, rubbing his now-obvious erection against my hip.

"Pants" he said huskily in my ear and I looked at him confused.

"Huh?"

"Get your pants off, please" I widened my eyes but did like I was told and was surprised when he did that himself, getting in a sitting position. He had Superman boxers but his size stole the show by far as they were see-through from all the precum he's been dripping. He didn't wait at all, he crawled into my lap where he sat, his legs placed around me in a certain manner, so our crotches were touching. When they did so I couldn't stop the moan escaping.

"I've never thought you could be so lewd" I panted, grabbing his hips to guide him against me.

"I'm not" he moaned but I silenced his protests by pulling him for another session of making out, one in which electricity sparks flew between us and brought me closer to the peak. His skin was smooth under my fingers and I broke the kiss for a moment so I could suck on his clavicle, making him move faster. I couldn't believe Marco and I were dry humping but it felt too good to think of that right now. I looked at him to see his full lips parted and eliciting delicious sounds while he was gazing at me, waiting for more.

"You're so damn beautiful" I said and he cupped my head, pulling me up for a kiss. His length pressed against me faster and forcefully and soon I moaned in his mouth, feeling my release approaching. "I'm gonna cum" I panted and he plunged his tongue in my mouth before my body was set on fire and I felt my release spattering inside my boxers and messing them. He continued to rub himself for a few more seconds before his body stilled and his breathing became harsher, arms wrapping around me.

Only our breathings could be heard in the room and I bet his heartbeat was as rushed as mine. He rested his head on my shoulder and I rubbed his outstanding shoulder blades gently. He turned his face to me and watched me in silence, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead.

"We need to clean ourselves" he said but didn't move so I kissed his hair.

"Uh-uh"

"That felt good" It was the first time he did something like this and when I realized that, a silly pride bloomed in my chest. "Was it okay to you?" He seemed worried.

"It was awesome" It wasn't something to worry his pretty head about. I laid on the pillows so now he had his head resting on my chest. He tangled his legs with mine and I pulled a blanket on top of us, already feeling chilly because of the sweat.

"Your skin is flawless" he muttered.

"Hmm?" His fingers began to draw patterns on my chest.

"Your skin is white and has no imperfections. Very different from mine" He was revering because he seemed lost in thoughts. I smiled.

"What do you mean? Your skin is perfect" I said and he scowled at me like I was talking bullshit. "Come on, you know how hot you are!" Brown eyes widened. "Seriously, Marco? You must be the prettiest boy I've ever laid my eyes on" I got up, ruining our previous position.

"That can't be" I hate that he was unsure of himself when he was so obviously gorgeous.

"I love your freckles, your lips, your eyes" I said hurried and he blushed. He looked away and I realized what word I just said. I wasn't going back now, not after today. "And you're the best person I know. I love you" He blinked at me and then blushed, my words finally reaching his brain.

"I love you too" he whispered as if it was a secret and came to kiss my lips gently. I welcomed him and ended the kiss with a smile. "Jean?"

"Hm?"

"You forgot to say I'm smarter than you" At that I burst into laughter and spanked his ass once, making him jump.

"You little shit" His tongue showed. "Go shower already"


I hope you enjoyed this sinful little chapter *evil laugh* I might go to hell with no regrets. Thank you for reading! x