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Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

Warning: Strong sexual content.

Summer Camp Love

Chapter Twenty

-"It was Armin,"- Marco murmured, his warm breath brushing past my lips into my mouth as we both laid down facing each other, -"My first boyfriend."

I kept quiet, observing his expression to see if he was just joking but it remained stoic -though the blush creeping up his cheeks tells me how he's actually embarrassed to have confessed that. My eyes and mouth then widened in surprise, -"Whoa, seriously? Armin, your best friend?"

He rolled his eyes as a cover-up for his embarrassment, -"Yes, Jean, him -and he's not my best friend. You are."

An overwhelming warm blasted through my chest and face as a wide, cheeky smile stretched my lips. Being Marco's best pal and lover is the best thing I could've asked for, -"Aw, that's sweet,"- I exclaimed while prodding my warm cheeks. I even had to look away, dammit, -"But seriously, why him? I mean, before me, you were best friends and he always had the hots for Eren."

-"Yeah, true, but we were both… um, starting to realize which way we swung and as a means to clear things out… we dated,"- Marco shrugged, acting as if it was a casual thing but I knew it was actually his worst story yet. It's all over his face, -" It was totally a fling. We were just helping each other out… as f-friends."

I couldn't hold my laughter anymore and the flustered expression Marco had was a bonus. I wrapped my arms around my torso and rolled over my back as Marco pouted like a displeased little kid in a shopping mall, -" Okay, okay, I'm sorry, baby,"- I apologized and placed my hand on his cheek to rub my thumb on it in circles, -"You know I love to see that sulky look of yours cuz' it looks hella cute."

Marco huffed and rolled his eyes and I had to take every ounce of my will into holding another laugh, -"Yeah, sure."- He was blushing, at least.

-"I remember you sayin' it was bad and awkward, though you were kinda high then…"- I added and maybe it wasn't the best idea I've gotten yet.

Marco groaned and tossed his head back, -"Yeah, it was, but you just wanna laugh at me again."

I gasped dramatically, playfully placing my palm on my chest, -"Marco, I'd never do that. Why would you think that of me?"

Marco shot me a blank expression with a quirk of his eyebrow before chuckling and sighing, -"Yeah, there's a story there, really awkward and maybe even cringy,"- He gazed at me and winked, -"But imma leave it for another night. I'm sleepy."- He yawned and pulled the sheets over his body.

I pouted and poked Marco for a bit of… attention, the kind of hanker you get when you're about to get horny, -"Marcoooo…,"- I whined, tugging his shirt, -"Just one teeny-weeny little kiss, please."

He sighed and pulled the sheets off his face, -"Just one...,"- He reached for my head with both hands, licking his lips before a light blush spread on his cheeks as he pursed his lips and met mines. I hummed in delight at the warmth and slickness of his lips lapping over mines tenderly. He then parted, that light blush still painting his cheeks as he started to roll away but I stopped him with both hands clutching and cupping his cute face. I smashed my lips back on his and kissed him more fervently, feeling something hot curl in my guts. He didn't hesitate to kiss back just as eagerly and in a matter of seconds, we were both out of breath, -"I… I thought you only wanted one."- Marco spoke first, panting as the redness of his cheek deepened and spread to his temples.

I held on to his face as I shrugged and shot him a toothy grin and attempted to appear cool and collected, -"You know I can never have enough."- But I was really struggling with the heat pooling in my groin and the excitement shaking my body. I don't know what is happening to me or what is going on, like most of the time Marco and I spend together like this, but I know I want to touch and kiss and please Marco so fucking bad -like all the time, that's the only thing I know and I think it's all I need.

-"Who's the needy one now, huh?"- He teased but in all honesty, we both were.

Without nothing but zeal and maybe a little irritation from Marco's comment, I pressed my body against his for more heat and felt a small tent from him poking my crotch. His face immediately lit up and his glossy eyes widened at me. I grinned and leaned my face right beside his ear, my lips teasingly grazing the lobe while I palmed his erection, -"Not me."

Marco moaned just mere seconds after my touch, pretty audible despite the small space between us, and quickly covered his mouth. He gulped and looked away, embarrassed. I chuckled and continued fondling it, slowly at first, pressing down and then dragging it up as if it were a pizza dough. I must look like a psycho, staring at his face with both stupor and wanton, like a kid madly in love, while working his hardness and pleasuring him. His eyes slowly rolled up and his blush began to creep up to his temples. From the thin gaps between his fingers, I saw his mouth gaped, releasing short puffs of breaths as his body writhed and twitched for more.

I was really enjoying the view but then Marco began biting his hand to conceal those messy moans of his that secretly makes me cum hard and so by instinct I snatched his hand away, a bit too harshly, -"I wanna hear you, baby. C'mon, moan as loud as you can for me."

The second his hand parted away, he moaned louder than before and took hold of my hand, fastening my pace on his erection, frustrated that I've been holding back even a little bit this whole time.

I nibbled and licked my bottom lip lecherously as I watched him working himself with my hand. God, Marco was such a sight right now, like something out of a porn museum or some shit like that. I bet I can record Marco and gain some profit from it -or even better, I can keep it for myself and watch it every night before bed. I then wondered the faces and sounds he'd make if I do something else to him…

So I did the first thing that came to mind… which was to grab his unoccupied arm and pin it above his head to burrow my face in his armpit and lick my way up the length. I sucked different spots of his skin, leaving purple blotches on my way, and Marco's body started shivering beneath me when I ended up in the room of his armpit. He shaved, thank God, and the spot didn't smelled bad at all so I freely liked the space and Marco's shivering augmented. I chuckled and lifted my face a bit to look at him, -"You like getting worked on the weirdest of places, don't you?"- I teased and his blush reddened more. It's not the hottest spot but… hey, he likes it so it doesn't matter.

He didn't answered, just looked away, probably embarrassed by that fact.

And I wanted to know every little spot he's most sensitive on so I started mouthing him with wet kisses, bites and licks everywhere –well, not everywhere… everywhere but you know, places like his ears, his jaw, his neck, cheeks and when there was no more uncharted places for me to discover on the top part of his body, I aimed low, starting from his chest after pulling his shirt over his head. Marco wasn't the hottest in town but he's cute as hell and his skin is smooth as fuck, like a pillow or one of those soft sheets that make you fall asleep the second you touch it, -"You like it here?"- I asked, mouthing his left nipple.

He squirmed and moaned out a barely audible hum of assertion. His frail body shivered each time I lapped my tongue over it but when I started to gently suck it in my mouth, his moans turned to desperate groans and throaty whines. Each time those delightful sounds reached my ears, my whole body shook with heat and made me moan onto his skin. God, I'll swear I'll come anytime now if he keeps it up –and I want him to.

Fuck, I'm such a weirdo… but Marco likes me like this so it's good.

I trailed my lips southwards across his smooth belly and landed on his belly button. The stuck my tongue in the small hole, Marco gasped and trembled instantaneously. I quickly stopped and lifted my head, worry and guilt plastered on my face, thinking I fucked up but when I saw his heated face, that blush fully spread all over, and that gaped mouth spilling drool down his chin, I cummed. If I had my phone with me and if this moment wasn't so hasty, I'd snap a picture and set it as my wallpaper, -"There!"- He yelled, mouth agape and eyes blown wide.

-"Where?"- I neared my face to his belly button once more, still looking up at him to watch his reaction, -"Here?"- I stuck my tongue in the hole again and Marco gasped just like before, his body shaking underneath me as if he had an earthquake inside him. His body bucked up, pressing the hand on his crotch and my mouth on his belly tighter. I snickered to myself, satisfied that I found his S-class sensitive spot, as I worked my tongue around his button and sucked the skin there a bit harshly.

He was whining and moaning louder and louder while his body squirmed and bucked up against me in a faster pace, -"Y-yes, th-there!"- He shouted again, rutting his hips against my palm hastily, -"Oh fuck, Jean… it's getting too tight… I can't…"

-"Hmm?"- I hummed, still mouthing his skin with delight. His skin and moans are gonna be my addiction for the rest of my life.

He was groaning desperately, his forehead rife with sweat, -"Just… just do something!"

I panicked a little and with uncertainty I started moving my face lower until the tip of my nose met with his tent. Abruptly, at the slight touch, his hips hitched up and collapse with my nose. I backed away a bit and winced, rubbing my nose and shaking my head to clear off the fogginess.

Marco gasped and lowered his body, -"Oh God… I'm…"- He slurred breathlessly and gulped, -"I… I didn't mean to…"

-"It's fine."- I snorted and moved back close to him, my face slowly and carefully connecting to his bulge, continuing where I left off. His breath hitched again and this time, his body tensed up.

I watched him very closely as I dragged my nose up and down the length of it, his clothes itching my skin a bit. He flinched when my lips touched it next and lifted his head to look at me, -"Wh-what're you doing?"

-"I…,"- I gulped and nibbled my lower lip as I looked away to hide the sudden blood rushing to my cheeks, -"I don't know."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, summarizes our relationship.

What I do know is that that heat from before was growing in my belly, along with the vehement desire to touch him more, to pleasure him until he's in the skies, and their intensity was scaring me a bit because I don't want Marco to feel uncomfortable with me, I don't want to push my luck and make him back off completely from me. I know, it sounds selfish but I do really care about him.

-"You… are you… gonna give me a blowjob?"- He asked, eyes dilated and cheeks burning red.

-"Uh…,"- I gulped and looked away, sweating like a poor pig, -"… if you want to, yeah."

I totally know what he's talking about. I know what a blowjob is.

-"You don't know what a blowjob is…,"- Marco slurred with surprise hinted in his tone, tilting his head a bit and despite his position, a small amusing smile curled his lips, -"… do you?"

I gulped again and nodded, a bit too briskly, -"… yeah, 'course I do."

No, I don't… but it doesn't matter, right!?

All I know is that, what I have in my head (I'm not a hundred percent sure if it's what Marco's talking about though), I've seen it in my porn trash, enough times to know how to do it. It can't be that hard to suck someone off, right?

Who am I kidding?

I won't know until I try, though. You know what they say, there's always a first time for everything.

-"Uh-huh, sure."- He shook his head, my lie flying by him and no matter how many times I say it, it's not gonna land. I decided to ignore his shrewd look and continue with my idea, returning my lips to his hard-on. His body welcomed it this time and I decided to continue, slowly but nervously pecking it while fondling his inner thigh. His hand was still tightly over mines, shaking a bit as he moaned and breathed silently.

It was all really nice, going on a comfortable pace until the heat was getting unbearable and my heart began beating like crazy but I can't speak for myself alone. Marco was worse. He was shivering even more than before and began bucking his hips up and closing his legs around my head.

He wants this, as much as I do, so I summoned confidence were none usually were and got to work.

I might as well be choking, with the itchiness of Marco's trousers, the heat and the sweating, but I didn't cared and mouthed his tent hungrily, like some sort of wild animal devouring its prey. Kinda whore-y sight but damn I really want that hard-on in my mouth. I wanna taste his juice and I wanna lick him off like a popsicle, take him in completely, way in until it reaches the back of my mouth, and swallow it all down. I wanna hear him scream for more and have him grab my hair to drive his dick back in and out. And then, I wanna fuck him hard and-

I sealed my lips tightly around the tip and started hollowing my cheeks, desperately wishing it'd be his exposed cock. The mental images weren't helping my self-control and I got impatient, sexually frustrated and extremely horny. I started sucking in with vigor, pissed that the only taste in my tongue was the saltiness of his pants. I huffed and hastily undid it, pulling them down with one harsh yank. I ignored his gasp and continued mouthing it, this time, with only his underwear between my mouth and his skin.

Said underwear had a perfect round spot of wetness and I licked it up before clicking it against the roof of my mouth and spreading it across my upper lip to savor it. It didn't had any strong flavor but it wasn't bad or disgusting and I found myself craving for more. I kept licking it as if it were a cone of ice cream until it ran out of "ice cream". With a silent groan, I gripped his stiff cock and started jerking it briskly.

-"Ngh… Je… Jean…"- Marco slurred, hitching his hips and tightening his legs around me.

Just like I wanted, he cummed bit by bit, staining his undie, and I licked every drop off like a kiddo enjoying his dessert and like most toddlers, I wanted more. I locked my grip on his erection and shoved it in my mouth to suck and mouth on it, running my tongue all around it while keeping a quick pace with my hands.

When I started to thoughtlessly tug at his underwear's fringe, everything went downhill.

-"J… Jean…,"- Marco called, his breaths messy with moans and whines as I worked him faster. His body was shivering with pleasure and want, -"… st... stop…"

I ignored him. How can he not want this? I know it's making him feel good. Why would he want me to stop? He doesn't sound like he wants me to stop in the first place.

-"God, h-hold on, Jean,"- He kept murmuring, now trying to push my head away, -"… s-stop for a second, Jean."

-"You don't want me to."- I muttered but I don't think he heard me, what with his dick in my mouth.

-"Wh… what?"

I didn't answered and continued pulling his underwear down. That was… until he slapped me square in the face and I stopped abruptly, eyes blown wide and mouth agape. It's not the first time he has slapped me and now that I think about it… it was because of the same reason.

He scurried away from underneath me and pulled his trouser up to his hips… with his erection still crystal clear. He was staring at me, as if he was expecting something from me, with his face redder than ever and body still shaking.

And when it hit me I felt a massive wave of blood rush to my face; to my neck, cheeks and temples. What have I done? I only know one thing: I fucked up. It was all going neatly until I screwed up and lost control and didn't noticed that Marco was uncomfortable. This teaches me that I should've watched educating sexual films instead of raw porn this whole time.

-"Holy sh-shit, Marco, I'm so, so, so sorry!"- I started to apologize and I don't think I'll ever stop, -"I-I-I don't know what got into me! I swear, I didn't wanted to make you feel uncomfortable!"

-"Jean-"

-"I just… I got too wrapped up in the moment and lost it!"- I kept at it, waving my arms around and placing them on my head, -"I just wanted to make you feel good, Marco! I thought…"

-"Jean, just…!"- He yelled, snapping me from my apologetic rambling, -"… just stop, please. Let's just go to sleep and… w-we'll talk about it… later."

And with that he just turned his back to me and pulled his sheets up to cover his whole body from me. I sat there, still processing what he said even though it wasn't anything complex: we'll talk about it later. And somehow I think he doesn't know exactly when but… I have to be patient, nevertheless. It's the least I could do after screwing this up… again.

-"I'm sorry."- I apologized again as I dismounted his bed and made way for mines because after that mess-up… I don't think he wants to sleep with me.

And while I laid in bed, looking up at the ceiling while in thought, I felt extremely embarrassed. I mumbled curses and whatnots to myself as I covered my face with both hands.

First times sucks.

I'm sorry nothing much happened in this chapter but I promise next one will be better!