It took a good four hours to finally shoo everyone out of the small bar so that Jean could lock it back up again. Annie and Mikasa left first, of their own accord. Mikasa paused to ask Armin if he had intentions of taking Eren home, since the boy in question was obviously very drunk and in no state to drive. When the blonde nodded, she took off, almost like she was racing Annie to get out first.
Armin followed a few minutes after, dragging Eren behind him with a sigh when the brunette aggressively attempted to sing along to the song that came on. He waved a short goodbye to Marco, winking and blowing him a baby blue kiss before he let the door shut behind him.
Jean was clearly antsy to get going too, hands grabbing at Marco's bottom whenever he thought he could afford it, casually hinting to everyone that they should get the fuck out. Of course, the others were either too drunk to pick up on it, or were purposefully ignoring it, for Reiner, Bertholdt, Ymir, and Krista could not be removed from the dance floor.
Connie and Sasha alternated between munching on every leftover crumb they could find, giggling madly, and interrupting the other couples while the tried to dance by cutting in and initiating as many lewd dances as they possibly could. But when their high started to dissipate, they apparently got bored, and excused themselves for the evening, claiming it was time to go to Steak and Shake.
It still took a while to get everyone else out, but finally the other two couples got annoyed enough with Jean that they bid goodbye, leaving the two teens to clean up the aftermath. Jean groaned when he realized this, handing Marco the trashcan from behind the bar and instructing him to follow behind while he picked everything up.
In this fashion, they were done in about thirty minutes, and Jean went around, turning everything off. But still, Marco insisted they do one more once-over.
"I don't want your friend to hate us if we left some horrific mess, you know? What if someone puked or something?" He offered, bending down next to the counter to check that everything was in order. Jean groaned.
"Christ, baby!" He growled. Marco jumped, head whipping around to look at Jean. The other teen was flushed, eyes trained on his boyfriend as he pulled his shirt down a bit. Marco looked down to where Jean was fidgeting, realizing with a bit of a start how horny Jean apparently was.
"U-Um-" Marco stuttered, face going just as red as Jean's. "How long have you…" He trailed, standing up. Jean huffed, letting his shirt go. Marco had seen the incriminating hard-on anyway.
"Too fucking long." He hissed, grabbing the taller teen by the hips and pressing him against the bar, slotting their mouths together a little too eagerly. Marco yelped, but tried to relax, hoping that Jean would calm down if he had something to keep him going until they could get home.
But, to his surprise, Jean was suddenly a lot less ready to get going. On the contrary, he laid the dark-haired boy out on the counter, shoving his way between awkwardly parted legs and draping himself over so that he could continue kissing at bruising lips. It started out sort of needy, but melted into something a bit more languid, slow.
Marco wasn't sure what he liked better. He liked it when Jean was passionate, but honestly, being kissed tenderly was nice too. He could feel Jean's lips, wet against his own, could feel the smooth coldness from the snake bites, could feel the slow breaths taken through the other's nose. It made his head spin.
He felt Jean's lips come away from his own with a soft puckering sound, then they started mapping out a path down his neck, sucking gently just underneath the collar of the stupid tuxedo shirt. It made his knees shake where they rested against Jean's obnoxiously bony hips.
"Mmm, Jean?" Marco breathed, hands torn between pushing his boyfriend away and pulling him closer. "What are you-" He began, but Jean cut him off, rolling his hips gently against Marco's, whining low in his throat. Marco too groaned, toes curling in his Chucks as his legs rose almost involuntarily to wrap around Jean's waist.
"J-Jean, we can't… Not here!" He cried, back arching as Jean traced his nipples through his shirt despite his protest.
"Why not?" Jean wondered, voice a bit husky. "No one's here. I locked the door behind Reiner and Bertholdt." He pointed out. Marco just shook his head.
"It's a public place! And… And it's not yours!" He argued. Jean only smiled wryly.
"If you think we'd be the first people to fuck in here, you're wrong, Sweetheart." He laughed, rocking his hips again, earning a low moan.
"But-!" Marco tried, cutting himself off with a breathy gasp. Even though he desperately didn't want to do something like this in a crummy bar shoved into some remote corner of downtown, he couldn't deny that he was getting aroused by Jean's ministrations. Nor could he deny that it felt good when Jean tugged his shirt up and started sucking at his nipples.
"And," Jean added, smirking. "Your family can't hear us or walk in on us." He supplied smugly. He had every right to be smug, because he had a point. That was reason enough for Marco.
"God, fine!" The darker teen whined, pulling Jean closer with his legs. "But I swear, if someone walks in or sees us through the window, I will never forgive you!" He huffed, arms coming up to wrap around Jean's neck so he could tug him down into a rough kiss.
Jean smirked, rubbing a few patterns into Marco's hips before fussing with his clothes impatiently. Marco whimpered, shifting just enough for Jean to get his jeans down over his hips, his face already alight with embarrassment. Eyes darting more than once over to the windows in nervousness.
"Ah, Jean, I think that's all I can…" He trailed, covering his blush with his hands as much as he could. Jean stopped tugging on the pants, nodding.
"Alright babe, that's fine." He promised, leaning down to kiss Marco's stomach before he worked on his underwear. Once he had them down, he started palming the teen, free hand lifting one of his legs for better access.
Marco moaned, from embarrassment or arousal, he wasn't entirely sure. It was still stressful to be showing Jean those parts of him, but Jean seemed pretty happy about it, leaning down and planting a kiss to the shaft. The bigger teen shuddered, hips trembling with excitement.
But he felt bad. Last time, Jean had pleasured him so thoroughly, and then had gotten himself off. That hardly seemed fair, and Marco didn't want that again. After a moment of mental debate, he pushed Jean away, much to his boyfriend's surprise. He didn't give him a chance to question it though, shifting until he was lying along the length of the bar instead of half of his body hanging off.
Once he was situated, he beckoned Jean over, pulling him up onto the counter as well, then working at his jeans, pulling them down just like his own. Jean groaned as his own erection was released, and he pressed against Marco's body hungrily, rocking his hips sharply, earning a moan from them both.
Marco keened low in his throat as Jean did it again, and again, then began meeting the thrusts as best he could, face feeling hot and red as he processed what he was doing. With Jean pressed against him like that, he could feel everything and it was driving him entirely mad.
"Je-An!" He gasped, breath hitching from a particularly rough meeting of their hips. Jean groaned as well, hungrily covering Marco's lips with his own and tasting the curves and ridges of his mouth, coated thinly with lingering fruit flavoring from the punch. He hummed appreciatively.
"Baby-" He cooed, kissing along the freckled boy's jaw, sucking hard enough in a few spots to guarantee some hickeys. Marco gasped underneath him, arms clamping around Jean's hips and pulling him down as hard as he could, grinding desperately up into his pelvis. "Fuck!" The smaller cursed, biting his lip against the pleasure.
In this fashion, it didn't take long for the both of them to come, Jean first, but quickly followed by his boyfriend. They couldn't move for a bit, just lying against each other on the counter, but Jean finally found it in him to roll off and land shakily on the ground, tucking himself back into his pants before helping Marco up to do the same.
They both winced at the new stains on the stupid tuxedo shirts, but honestly, it wasn't much of a loss in Marco's opinion. With a bit of wobbling, they made it out the door and to Jean's car, simply sitting in it with the air conditioner running for a few minutes, letting the lyrics of some obscure Fall Out Boy song playing draw them into a strange haze of afterglow.
"This song is terrible." Marco breathed. Jean scoffed, turning it up a little.
"Says the guy that knew every word to 'Kiss Me.'" He retorted. Marco shrugged, trying to find something likable about the song. "But you're right, it sucks." Jean eventually agreed.
When it started to get chilly in the little car, Jean put it into gear, heading for Marco's house with a sort of practiced familiarity that made Marco smile, leaning over to plant a kiss on the pale teen's cheek, since he couldn't hold his hand. He liked the way that red began to creep up Jean's neck, and grinned, leaning back into his chair and closing his eyes, toes flexing lazily in his shoes.
They tried to be quiet when they got to the house, shutting the door slowly and sitting down to take off their shoes to make sure that they wouldn't fall. But Jean forgot about the creaky fourth step, and they both cringed as the wood squealed in protest, the sound echoing through the house. They paused, hoping that anyone that woke up would simply go back to sleep if there was no more noise.
But, of course, the hallway light flickered on, revealing Mrs. Bodt's figure tapping towards them in her bathrobe and slippers. They shared a look of resignation, coming back down the stairs to meet her.
When she was before them, she glanced at the clock, frowning.
"Do you two realize what time it is?" She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest. Marco bit his lip, looking at the clock too, because no, he didn't have any idea what time it was.
It was nearing four in the morning. He gulped.
"U-Um…" He stuttered, looking to Jean for any help the other teen could offer.
"We, uh, had to wait for everyone to leave, since I had to lock the place up." Jean provided. Mrs. Bodt quirked a brow.
"Everyone?" She prompted. Marco nodded quickly.
"Yeah, our friends crashed the party." He explained. She blinked, then resumed her scolding posture.
"Well, that's all well and good, but I get the feeling something else held you up." She mused, looking pointedly at the hem of first Marco's, then Jean's shirt. They both followed her gaze, then rushed to cover the stains up with mortification.
Mrs. Bodt smiled wryly, tapping her slippered foot.
"You two are absolutely terrible at being discreet." She pointed out, rolling her big brown eyes. Marco whined, burying his face in Jean's shoulder and wishing he was dead.
"And one of you is drunk." She added, sniffing. Marco froze, shoulders going tense. "At least, it better be only one of you, seeing as you drove home."
Again, Marco winced. Jean had only had two cups. Was that enough to be drunk? But Jean wouldn't drive them home drunk. He wouldn't put them in that sort of danger.
"Seeing as you don't have a license," She began, looking at Marco pointedly. "You'd better be the drunk one." She finished, voice menacing. As scared as he was to admit that he'd been drinking, he was even more scared of what she'd do if she thought that Jean had driven drunk.
"U-Um, yeah, it's me." He admitted, looking down to avoid seeing her reaction. It was quiet for a few painstaking moments, then she sighed.
"Just be careful." She warned, patting his shoulder. "Don't overdo it."
She then turned to Jean.
"And you," She prompted. Jean stood up straight, eyes wide. "Make sure you look after him."
Jean's mouth fell open, but he nodded in what was meant to be a reassuring manner.
"Of course!" He promised, hand darting out to take Marco's protectively. After a short stare down, she waved them off, turning to head back to her bedroom. "You're on trash duty till further notice." Was her last bit of conversation before she closed her door, ignoring the quiet groans from the two teens.
They remained frozen at the foot of the stairs for a few seconds, unsure of which was more horrible; that they'd been caught again, or that they'd been assigned trash duty. That was no easy chore in the Bodt household.
Deciding to suspend their grieving till the next day, they crept up the stairs, slipping into their room and shutting the door quietly before flopping into bed, snuggling on top of the covers and lazily taking off their clothes until they were in their boxers, at which point they flailed uselessly until they were somehow under the blankets. Marco scooted over until he could wedge himself against Jean's side, resting his head on the other teen's chest and sighing happily, listening to the beating of his heart. It was soft, and almost steady, but it'd pick up whenever Marco stole a kiss or trailed his fingers over sensitive skin.
Jean took to rubbing gently at his boyfriend's back, kissing his forehead in retaliation every time Marco would peck his collar or shoulder. It wasn't too long before they started to feel the exhaustion of alcohol and orgasm wash over them, and their shows of affection became less frequent until they stopped completely, melting away into soft snores instead of kisses.
A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I don't remember if I mentioned it, but I've just moved out, so it's been pretty hectic. I'm actually posting this from my mom's house, since I'm here doing laundry. WLBTW was actually supposed to update next, but I unfortunately started that chapter on my other computer, and can't access it till we have the computer set up at my place, so I thought I'd go ahead and get to the next one. So here's your chapter.
This one is kind of just smutty. The last two chapters were sort of the buildup. More plot to come in the next chapters, promise. But apparently people like it when characters do the do or something like that. So I hope you enjoyed it, or whatever.
Teenage boys are so awkward. Like, wow. To think, I lived with one for a while. Poor kid is trying to move out of my mom's house too, but he's having a rougher time. Wish my wittle cousin luck. He needs it!
As for me… Well, I'm getting adjusted. I definitely like the new place, but I'm going to have to pay rent for the first time in a week or so! Scary! It's starting to feel like home, though, which is a start. We're getting things put together, and even have some posters and wallscrolls up!
Alright, well, I've got a date with my roommate and a pool. Before I go thought, I do have a tumblr, for those that might have forgotten! You can find me under KuroRiya. (That's true for pretty much any site, honestly.) And if you have anything related to this story that you want me to see, from questions to concerns, to art and hate, you can tag it with fic tmttr OR KuroRiya, and I will see it and love it and probably message you crying about my undying love for you. Or something. You.
And, I'd also like to shamelessly advertise my other JeanMarco story yet again. It's called Where Wildflowers Grow, and is now up to 4 chapters. I'll probably update it either tonight or tomorrow too, so if you like my writing, you might give it a try.
Off I go! Thank you guys for reading and being patient and stuff. I'll try to get all my stuff figured out so I can update regularly again. Till then, feedback is always appreciated, and you guys are super great!
KuroRiya
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