Alright, here we go! This might not be my favourite arrangement for the JeanMarco sex but I thought when planning out and writing this chapter that I may as well give you all a treat with some top Jean. So, I'll get on with the chapter then.

Disclaimer: I don't own any if the characters, people or places used. I just own the writing. The lyrics at the end are not mine either. The song is Road to You by Five for Fighting, so all rights go to the songs creator.

Enjoy.

Warning: Just in case you haven't guessed it yet I will warn you, this chapter contains sexual activities between Jean and Marco. If you would rather not read something of that nature I'd suggest not reading past this point. Thank you.

Twenty-Six: Kiss Me Inside Out

I knew what I was doing. I was calm, I was collected. I was on top of the world... or on top of Marco, either way I felt pretty good. Actually, I felt beyond amazing. There was something satisfactory about being on top of Marco, kissing him and running my hands over his freckled body like there was no tomorrow.

"So, what brought this whole idea on?" I asked quietly, nipping at his ear whilst running my hands down his tanned stomach.

I wanted to try a new position... and I guess I was also wondering something... His signing was choppy since he paused for a noticeable period of time.

"Hmmm," I halted my movement to look him in the eye. "What were you wondering?"

Could you talk to me? We've been kind of vanilla with everything, so I thought maybe you could speak while you top since I, you know, can't.

I blinked a couple times, letting his words sink in. I honestly had no experience with dirty talk but I saw no reason why I couldn't at least try. If Marco wanted this I could definitely put in an effort, I mean at least it wasn't something that involved whips or toys.

"Sure thing, baby. Just remember I'm a little inexperienced with this, okay?" I muttered, going back to nipping at his ear and jawline as my hands ran over his midsection.

Most conversation stopped between us as our foreplay began to pick up speed. Due to Marco's requests I slipped in a few subtle phrases such as 'you're beautiful' and 'I'm going to fuck you so hard' to slowly warm him up to talking in a situation like this. Dirty talk felt foreign to me, but topping did too, so I guess it was about time to come out of my shell and try my shot at both.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by a particularly loud moan from Marco. I smirked, letting my tongue flick over the angered purple mark that I had unintentionally formed on his chest. "You enjoyed that, hmmm?"

A frantic nod.

"Wouldn't you like me to mark you somewhere... lower?" I dropped my voice an octave, gently running my pointer finger down his chest to rest at the hem of his pants. "You would."

He let at a high-pitched whine at this, nodding his head more vigorously than before. Please, Jean.

"How could I say no to such a polite young man." I whispered, tugging his jeans down just far enough to expose the tops of his hip bones. "This is low enough, yes?" I asked teasingly as I scraped my teeth over his prominent bone.

Marco let out a quiet gasp which urged me forward. I began leaving marks and kisses all over the area. I was working on a particularly large hickey when I noticed that Marco had began to frantically sign the word lower over and over again.

"Lower?" I asked quietly. "Where lower? Would you like me to go here," I ghosted my hand over the noticeable bulge in his pants, "or maybe you'd like me to paint a pretty picture of purple and red along here," I ran my hands gently over his inner thighs.

Marco held out his pointer finger. One. Choice number one.

"Here?" I asked quietly, palming his erection through its two layer fabric prison. "You want me to touch you here, right? You want me to use my mouth here as well, don't you, Marco?"

All my questions were answered with a pitiful whimper and a nod.

I smiled at this, not only because Marco was too cute to believe, but also because he was actually seeming to enjoy and even be aroused by what I was saying and asking him. I guess I could put dirty talk down in my book of talents. Not that I actually have a book of talents or anything, but if I had one I'd probably put it down for the time being at least.

"Alrighty then, let's do this." With one (actually more like a couple) not so swift movement I got Marco's boxers (which proudly sported the words 'ask the cutie before you touch the booty' all over them) and jeans down. His cock stood perfectly erect, begging to be played with. I let another small smile grace my lips as I went down on him, taking as much into my mouth as I could.

Now, as you all know I don't have the title of Blowjob King, but I still try my hardest to give mind blowing oral. I hollowed my cheeks, used a lot of tongue around the slit and down his shaft and took as much of him into my mouth as I could, which to my delight caused him to let out the most adorable little noises. Cheered on by his moans I began to bob my head quickly over his length while I palmed between my own legs.

As Marco's sounds escalated in volume I pulled myself off of his length. He gave a displeased noise in protest.

"Shhh, baby. Don't complain, naughty boys never get any treats." I scolded, reaching for the lube in the bed side table as I contemplated the words I had just spoken.

I giggled. "I can't believe I actually just said that sentence."

Marco gave out a chuckle despite himself. I thought it was kind of sexy.

"Kind of sexy? Well at least I was getting somewhere." I laughed it up some more as I lubed up my fingers for preparation.

"You ready?" I asked positioning my fingers at his hole when they were properly coated. He nodded which was my go ahead and I began. He was tighter than I expected but after I worked my fingers in he slowly but surely loosened up to the point where he was ready.

"Okay." I muttered, evening out my breathing as best as I could. "You're sure that you're ready?"

Yes, Jean. I'm ready. He smiled at me, leaning up on his elbows to peck me on the lips.

That was enough consent to urge me foreword, so I slowly pushed myself into him. "God. Does my cock feel good in your tight hole, baby? Oh, fuck sorry. Are you in pain? Is it okay to talk while I'm penetrating you?"

Marco gave me a sideways glance. This isn't my first time and I asked you to dirty talk me so why stop now?

"Right, sorry. I was just making sure." I pulled out half way before snapping my hips forward. "I wouldn't want to turn you off or anything at this point." Another thrust. "But I'll keep on flapping my gums while I fuck you if that's what you want." Another thrust. "How about I start out with praise or maybe worship." I picked up my pace a little bit.

"You're perfect and seeing you underneath me like this is just...wow. You're sexy as hell even out side the bedroom and those freckles of yours are just amazing. I could sit and count those for hours. You are also so well behaved too, you know that right? You put up with my friends and you're just a treasure to have around. I'd like to add that your cock is something anybody would be privileged to ride."

I continued to thrust into him, hitting his sweet spot every so often, causing him to cry out louder than he already was. "You're taking my cock so well and the noises that you're making are beautiful. Goddammit, you're so perfect and I'm not going to last much longer."

Marco forced my face down to his and we began a passionate but sloppy make out session. "God, I love you. I love you so much." I moaned into his mouth, biting his lower lip, "I'm gonna come."

With a few more sloppy kisses and thrusts I reached my peak and came. In my post-orgasm haze I gave Marco's length a few lethargic pumps and he too was sent over the edge.

After using the sheets for a half-assed clean up I slumped next to my boyfriend on the bed. "I guess I forgot the condom, sorry."

Marco pouted jokingly. I guess I'm pregnant now. Well on the bright side I hope it's twins.

I smacked him playfully on the arm. "We can name them Jean Junior and Jean Junior Junior." He and I giggled over my perfect name choices before I timidly asked if he'd enjoyed himself.

I really did, thank you. This has been an amazing anniversary and if I ever happen to let you top again you'd better talk to me like you did tonight.

I blushed a little at this but smiled anyway. "I'm glad you liked it. I had fun too, except for the ruined noodles. That wasn't fun." I leaned forward to leave a kiss on Marco's forehead. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Happy anniversary to you too, Jean. He snuggled into my warmth completely content to fall asleep then and there.

"Oh my god, Marco, I think I just felt Jean Junior Junior kick."

For that I was rewarded with a swift kick in the shin and a small giggle. Now this was the man who I had fallen in love with a year ago and this was the man I was planning to stay with. A very happy anniversary to us.

I was born a fool on the run. I've broken hearts and lost at love.

There's not one thing I would change or undo, 'cause all my life's been a road to you.