Supremely long chapter.
Also, I don't know how to smut.

Enjoy!


Chapter Twelve:

"Are your current housemates going to have problems if you leave?"

"We haven't even started looking for a place. Besides, two-bed flats will probably be cheaper than three-bed, so it may work out better for them I'm not joining."

Marco and I stood at the bus stop near the park. He'd said he had to head home to talk to Old man Tom about getting another viewing for me to see the flat, and then discuss rent. Since I was moving in with him (oh good god, that'll never not sound weird as fuck), we could offer to pay a higher price – or at least one that wasn't completely cheating the owners.

It was getting to lunch time, so the stop was rather busy and there weren't any spaces inside the shelter, never mind on the seat in it. We didn't mind, and stood outside patiently, just close enough together for our shoulders to be touching. The clouds looked a little grey and threatening, but I was still on such a buzz from mine and Marco's talk in the park that I simply didn't care anymore.

"I'll have to check which furniture is included, so I can tell you," Marco said thoughtfully. Ever since the kiss in the park earlier, there'd been this adorable little smile on his face (which only made me feel giddier at everything).

Urgh, love was disgusting and cheesy. I hope this continued forever.

"Hey, we're going to have such a beautiful living room when we combine all our consoles together. Does the place have a big TV?"

When I turned to Marco for an answer I realised his smile had gone, and he was glancing nervously towards the bus shelter. I peered past him to try and see what he was looking at, only to find I was being stared back at.

By. The. Whole. Shelter.

There were like 10-15 standing around that shelter to our right, and they were all gawking at us. One particular pair of teenage girls had such ridiculous expressions that I couldn't help but glare at them to try and make them stop. All they did was turn to whisper excitedly to one another.

"What the fuck they looking at?" I muttered coldly. It wasn't like Marco and I were doing anything wrong. Hell, we weren't even doing anything to draw attention to ourselves. The way they were looking at us, we could have been fucking right here in the street – but we sure as hell weren't doing that unfortunately.

Marco stepped away from me, moving towards the shelter like he was onto something. Once he was inside, he turned to look at the screen on the inside that we couldn't see from where we were standing.

His jaw dropped.

"What?" I called, panicking slightly and rushing over to see what had got him like that.

My jaw dropped.

There, plastered over the bus shelter, was a poster. A poster with mine and Marco on it.

There we were, standing in the rubble with the destroyed town in the background, our faces dark as we stared out of the poster. Marco sitting on a wall, elbows on his knees, hands folded as he leant forward towards the camera. I stood behind, the scowl on my face a deep contrast to the soft sadness seen in Marco's. And, of course, across the bottom of the poster in obnoxiously large writing was 'Humanity's Last Hope: In cinemas this June'.

"That's sort of surreal…" My voice cracked as I spoke.

There was a sudden surge of excitement around us; apparently how reactions had confirmed that we were indeed the actors in the poster to the onlookers around us, and I could almost feel them about to pounce.

Mercifully, before anyone had a chance, the bus arrived. Its screeching brakes sounded just like freedom. We were in the city, so the people around had no choice but to move their focus from us and onto getting on the bus as fast as possible to secure a seat.

Marco sighed loudly beside me. "Yeah… really surreal."

We exchanged smiles, before Marco realised he had to get on the bus before it left without him. He stood at the back of the line and waved as he begun to take his wallet out his pocket. I shoved my hands in my pockets, feeling my whole body just draining of energy as I watched him leave. It was stupid how much the world turned greyer just from him stepping away. Glancing along the bus windows, I spotted people still staring out at me and pointing forward to Marco – who was now one person away from paying for his ticket.

Yeah, no. He wasn't leaving me yet.

My hand reached out, grabbing the back of his shirt and hauling him backwards off the bus. He let out a small squeak of fright as he tripped over the step and nearly fell over – I caught his arm and kept him upright though. He turned to see what had happened, which also gave him a chance to balance on me, but I was busy waving the driver to go forward to properly reply to him.

"Hey!" Marco exclaimed as he turned round to see the bus doors closing without him on. The people on the bus were laughing as I smiled innocently at Marco, keeping a tight hold on him.

It wasn't until the bus had vanished down the street that Marco turned back to me with a frown. "Jean. What are you doing?"

I grinned. "I just realised that I'm not sick anymore."

"So I gathered. But that doesn't explain–"

"And my annoying flatmates are out right now."

"Jean! What's this got to do with–"

I tugged him closer, my lips hovering by his ear. "And I've actually got condoms on hand at home."

"Wha… Oh!"

Marco's body froze as I leant back from him. His cheeks were bright red as his mind was clearly working to process this new information. A second passed, and he gave a light chuckle, looking at me with a gaze warm as can be, whilst still saying 'you little shit'. Yep. That's right, Marco. I'm a little shit who's about to drag you back to his house and finally fuck you properly.

Well… or something that sounds slightly more romantic.

As we turned to make our way to my building, I wondered if we'd given the people on the bus enough fanservice to get them to watch Humanity's Last Hope and expect Jake and Chris to end up together. I hoped so. I was already sort of looking forward to seeing the fanart.

It was already a miracle that Marco and I managed to walk down the street in silence, so it was really no surprise that the moment we stepped into the lift in my building Marco slammed me against the wall.

I'll admit, it was kind of hard to kiss him back when I was sniggering away at myself with pride, so it wasn't like the quick elevator-makeout-session really got anywhere. Marco leant away from me, breathing in deeply and then letting it all out in a great sigh as he gave me the most exasperated look possible.

"Really, Jean?" he said. "You make me miss my bus home, then drag me back to yours, only to laugh the whole way through the kiss?"

"You talk like I've turned you off."

"Smug-ass-sniggering can do that," Marco pointed out, desperately trying to hold back the smirk pulling at his lips.

"Hmm?" Wrapping my arms round him to cup his ass, I pulled Marco's waist forward until I could roll my hips against him. He sucked in a breath. "You sure 'bout that?"

The life gave a ding as it came to my floor, and I quickly slipped away from Marco to head out as the doors open. My fingers wrapped around his wrist and pulled him along behind me, he groaned my name impatiently. By the time we reached my door, Marco was clinging to my back, nuzzling into the crevice of my neck. I couldn't get that bastard door open quick enough.

I barely got more than two steps into the flat before I was spun around and Marco's lips were pressed against mine again. This time though, there was no laughing, just a SLAM as Marco kicked the door shut behind him and our arms locked around one another.

As his arms traced down my back, a shiver made my body contort and I once again rolled my hips against Marco – it wasn't even on purpose this time, but Marco still moaned softly against my lips. I felt every breath, every trailing touch so much more than I should have. As Marco's arms reached my waist, they took a tight hold around my rear and hoisted me upwards–

Wait. What?

Snapping my eyes open, I tore away from the kiss and looked down only to find my feet weren't on the floor any more. I glanced around a little more, baffled at the change in events, before looking back at Marco with a loud "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, worry needlessly lining his features.

"You're holding me!" I shouted.

He blinked, and immediately started looking nervous. "Is that bad…?"

"No! It's not bad just…" I looked him up and down again. "Where the fuck did that hidden arm strength come from?"

"Well I am taller–"

"Shut up."

I decided to just go with it, and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, lowering my lips to his neck. He started moving, managing to hold me up and get my bedroom door open without any problem at all. I stretched against him, using his arms to push myself higher and be the one looking down on him for once. He cocked an amused eyebrow once he realised what I was doing, but gladly accepted my lips as they approached.

It was a short, sweet kiss… and then he dropped me.

"Shit!" I screamed as I fell onto my mattress. I clutched at my chest, gasping.

Marco laughed. "I did let go on purpose, because I knew the bed was there, you know," He sat down on the bed beside me, pulling me a touch closer. "I'd never drop you, Jean."

"Jesus, Marco, if you don't get naked right now, I swear…"

We both took it upon ourselves to pull our tops off (there was no way in hell I was going near his shirt after the last disaster), and kicked our shoes off whilst we were at it. Once we turned back to one another, we started giggling like teenagers. It was ridiculous; sitting their next to each other on the edge of my bed, topless and just… laughing. I don't know what brought it on; maybe it was because we both looked so stupidly happy.

"You sure have freakishly secret muscles though," I muttered, poking at one of his biceps. "I mean, yeah you're a tiny bit taller, but I'm still broader than you."

"I don't think you are, Jean," Marco snorted.

"I am! Look!" I crawled closer, turning Marco so his upper half was facing mine, and pressed our chests together.

Yeah, I wasn't broader.

"Well fuck…" I muttered once I realised Marco's shoulders were indeed wider than mine. I scowled, raising my gaze to meet his eyes and expecting to see him sitting there like a smug bitch.

He wasn't.

He was looking down at me with a smile. The affection behind it was something that I'd never really seen before. Well, at least, not directed my way. Cupping my face in his hands, Marco pressed our foreheads together and closed his eyes lazily.

"My heart's racing…" he whispered.

I reached up and covered his hands with my own. They were so warm. Closing my eyes like him, I let myself bask in the feel of him against me. "Mine is too."

I don't think either of us even opened our eyes, but our lips somehow found each other again. The tenderness of it all was almost unbearable, and as I ran my hands down Marco's arms, he sighed contently against me.

My hands travelled further, slowly unbuttoning his jeans as his tongue brushed along my bottom lip. Once they were undone, I softly pushed him backwards, lowering myself down with him.

"Lift your hips," I told him in a break in the kiss. With a small nod, he did so I broke away from him and went to pull his trousers off completely. Once they'd been tossed over my shoulder, I crawled up over him, telling him he could drop his hips again by grinding mine against them. He lay there, chest heaving with excitement as I showered his torso with as many kisses and bites as I could. My hand rubbing up and down his thigh, until I figured he deserved me to move it a little higher.

My teeth teased a nipple as my hand started to palm his underwear, and Marco let out the most wonderful shaky gasp of pleasure. I kept my attention focused solely on his body; the moment I got distracted by his perfect sounds, I'd just want to kiss him. The focus worked against my favour when I didn't realise Marco calling my name.

"Jean!" He sat bolt upright, which knocked my head a little seeing as I had been biting at his stomach. Stopping my efforts, I peered up at his red, desperate face questioningly. "Where's the things?"

Ah shit. They were in the bathroom.

Removing my hand from his rather needy crotch, I planted a swift kiss on his cheek. "One second."

I rushed out the room (it was probably a good thing I had to leave, since only then did I realise my bedroom door had been left wide open. I began to pull it shut behind me, when I turned back to Marco and licked my lips. "Don't let yourself get bored." I'm pretty sure the corner of his mouth quirked upwards as I went into the hallway, shutting the door with a click.

I took the opportunity of hurrying down my hallway to get myself out of my own trousers, hopping about as I pulled them off each of my legs. I left them lying on the floor somewhere, and skidded into the bathroom. I cursed as I opened the cabinet where we kept all the toiletries and crap: I certainly wouldn't miss how fucking untidy Sasha and Connie were. I dug through tampons and empty deodorant bottles until I finally found the condom box and a new bottle of lube (one I may or may not have had to buy myself 'just in case' back when I was suffering through my unrequited crush on freckles).

Then I heard the front door open.

Fuuuuuuuuuck.

Slamming the cabinet shut, I stepped back into the hallway, glowering at the people who'd just come in. I didn't even care that I was half-hard, in my underwear, and holding what I was. I just glared.

Hell, I didn't even care that it wasn't just Connie and Sasha who were confronted with me in the hallway, but also Eren, Armin and Mikasa.

"Turn around and leave. Right. Now," I growled at them, keeping my voice as quiet as possible in the hopes that Marco wouldn't hear. My words were met with a mixture of horrified stares and speechless gawking. "I swear," I went on. "If you guys ruin this for me, I will hunt you down, and tell you in the greatest of details, what you took away from me today."

There was a chorus of nods, and they all began to back out the apartment – Connie dragging a motionless Sasha out with him. As soon as their asses were out, I put the fucking latch on.

Yeah, I'd probably regret that later, but at least my Bodty time wasn't disturbed (I hoped).

Rushing back to my room, I let the door swing open and was about to wave the condoms at Marco smugly… but I dropped them instead.

Marco had moved to the very back of my bed, propping himself up against the wall. His eyes locked with mine, eager and impatient, as he stroked himself – underwear nowhere to be seen. I bit my lip, but that didn't stop the pitiful, needy whine that escaped my throat. Marco smirked.

"I'm getting bored."

The door was shut, condoms back in my hand, and I was on the bed before he could say anything else. He let out a gorgeous laugh as I pounced him, my hands and lips attacking everywhere I could touch, and quickly knotted my fingers into my hair as my teeth tugged at his lip.

"What was that noise outside?" he asked into my ear as I tried to suck on his jaw and strip myself of my underwear at the same time.

"Nothing. I was just annoyed at how messy the cupboard was," I lied, throwing my boxers over my shoulder and holding myself over him just to take him in. The clusters of freckles, the excited smile, even his stupidly adorable ears: they were all mine.

It was actually as I proved this point by nibbling on one of his ears that I utilised the bottle in my hand. I wasn't exactly practised in this area of… intimacy… but I knew what I had to do, at least. I flicked the cap off the top and sat up in order to squeeze a decent amount into my palm…

"Jean?"

"Yeah?"

"That won't really work unless it's on your fingers…"

My lips pursed together as I look down at the clump of clear gel in the centre of my hand. "Ah," I said. "You have a point…"

Marco chuckled lightly and sat up. "Here." He pulled me hand towards him, swirling his first two fingers around in it. Jesus Christ, it was his fingers and they still somehow turned me on.

"Move off him?" he asked, shuffling a little to get out from under me. I slid away, kneeling on the mattress down from him feeling more than a little incompetent.

But… Marco managed to make me feel better. Much better.

Leaning a little to the side and pulling one leg up, he moved his fingers down and pushed them inside himself. My breath caught, and I found myself leaning forward to watch as Marco began moving his fingers in and out. His face was screwed up to begin with, but slowly the discomfort in his eyes began to fade and his breath became ragged. Before I even really knew it, my hand was around my dick, the remaining lube on the palm a little cold and making it all the more sensitive.

"Shit, Marco…" I breathed, my whole body growing hot from my hand's stimulation.

The freckled tease peered over at me, somehow managing to look smug whilst breathing as heavily as he was. His eyes flicked down to my moving hand and seemed to linger there just a touch more than he probably intended them to. "Problem, Jean?"

He added the third finger and sucked a breath through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He was keeping relatively quiet, and yet I ended up moaning just from watching him. "Can I fucking get over there yet?"

"No one's stopping you, you know."

I fucking leapt at him.

I kissed him harder than ever before, drowning in his taste as my tongue grazed the roof of his mouth. My nails trailed down his torso, drawing a small groan from him, as I settled myself properly between his legs. He lifted his hips of his own accord, stretching his arm down to pull my hip towards him.

"Hurry," he moaned into my lips.

"Pushy," I taunted. But even as I said it I was fumbling around to search for the condom. I pulled away from him just long enough to tear the packet open and slide it on, then I was getting myself into position.

As I pushed in, I gasped. The heat, the feeling of Marco tight around me, it was just torture in the best sense of the word. Marco made the smallest, sweetest moans as I edged my way fully inside.

Slipping my arms under him, I held Marco as tightly to me as I could. Breathing in the scent as we clung to one another. I could feel his heartbeat hammering away under his chest, and I was sure he could feel mine just as much. I could have lain there all day long, just feeling Marco in my embrace.

But, you know, dicks and stuff.

"Marco…" I murmured into his ear. "Can I move?"

"Mhmm," and a nod was my response. He was pressing his head right against my neck, and as I gave the first thrust, I felt his teeth biting down on me. The spark of pain ran through me, and only pushed me further.

My hips found their rhythm on their own, and my body just followed suit. It was like I was being dictated to by… well, my dick. (Haha. Oh god, this was not the time to be making puns). The harder and faster my hips pounding into him, the louder and more frequent those intoxicating sounds of Marco's came. It was all too much; the ecstasy my body felt, the smells and sounds overtaking my senses. And then there was just the simple fact I knew the person in my arms was Marco. That thought alone was enough to send me out of my mind.

I leaned back, breaking the embrace and watching with half-lidded eyes as Marco fell back against the mattress. His face contorted in bliss, hands grabbing desperately at the pillows by his head. He'd gasp my name, sending shivers through me. My hands tightened around his hips and I made one last effort to drown myself in the pleasure.

I came. Toppling over the edge with a badly held-back moan. The height seemed to hit every inch of me, and a moment later I was swamped by the chilly after-shock. Marco had opened his eyes to watch, and the moment I caught him looking I dropped back down for a chance to utterly ravish him. My hand wrapped around his shaking cock, pumping it to try and get him to feel the same ending I just had. It didn't take long; and he let out a strangled cry against my lips as the warm liquid squirted into my hand.

The two of us lay there, clinging to one another and trying to catch our breath. The after-glow lingered, and I rested my forehead against Marco's shoulder. His arms wrapped around my back.

"Shit… I really love you," I muttered.

He gave a tired chuckle, and stroked my back. "I love you too, Jean."