There was a ton of tension at breakfast but once we finished, Jean and I grabbed our assignment to do over the break, then we got into his car and started heading away from the house. I noticed that Jean gripped the wheel tightly with both hands. I gently pulled his right hand off of the wheel and entertwined my fingers with his'. "Relax... It's all okay..." "He pisses me off so much." Jean said between his teeth. "Come on..." I said, rubbing his hand with my thumb, "It'll all work out." Jean fake laughed, "Right. How would you know, Marco? Your family is perfect. They always support you." "Yes but I've been through pain, too. Freshman year of highschool. Sister kind of died near the end of the year, remember? Alcohol until the very beginning of the next school year?" Jean sighed, "Right. Right..." I smiled a bit, kissing the back of his hand. We were quiet. "How did you even fucking manage to get valedictorian?" He asked. I laughed softly, "I was responsible enough. She passed away at the end of May of my freshman year. After all the testing and things were over. I always came to school but I was also always tipsy. I got all of my summer work done. Then I realized at the end of summer that it was stupid so I made myself quit." Jean squeezed my hand and nodded. "I lost a ton of weight at that point..." I said, shaking my head. It was quiet then Jean sighed a bit, "Can I tell you something?" "Yeah." I said, "Anything." Jean sighed softly, "I was really... Planning on introducing you to my dad as my boyfriend but I... Mom did it and I didnt want her to be the one to tell him..." "That's okay." I reassured, "You didnt know." "I'll let him know soon." Jean said. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Take your time, hon." He just sighed. It was really nice here. I wasnt used to this kind of big city thing. It was slightly overwhelming but I was also really excited. We drew for at least four hours. Then Jean got a call. "Hello?" He said. We were sitting on a park bench. "Hey. Connie. What's up?" I looked over. "You're here? Dude. Come to the park... What the fuck do you mean 'which park'? The fucking one that we always went to-Oh now you know which park? Thanks so much, highschool friend. I'm glad you remember where we hung out for four fucking years." I smiled and Jean laughed at something Connie was saying back. "Come on. Is Eren here yet? Do you know? ... Oh okay. Well bring Sasha and get over here... Cool. See you soon, man." Then Jean hung up. "I love you." I said. Jean flushed and looked at me, "Where the Hell did that fucking come from?" "My heart." Jean rolled his eyes, "Shut the fuck up." I laughed softly and leaned over to him. His eyes were gorgeous. He looked at me and smirked softly, "... What?" He asked. I gently stroked my thumb over his cheekbone, "Your eyes are so pretty." I said. He spluttered and covered his eyes with a hand. I laughed, "Noo. I want to see them!" Jean shook his head, "Fuck off!" I chuckled softly and pulled him close to me. He moved his hand from his eyes and locked eyes with me. I smiled wide, "I love you..." He flushed pink and smiled softly back, "I love you, too, Marco." I leaned in and pressed my lips against chapped ones. He kissed me back. I pulled away after a few short moments but Jean kissed me again, placing a hand between my neck and jaw. As the kiss became more heated, I felt my face get hot. Jean was, I noticed, a very passionate kisser when he was more confident about it. Our lips made a soft noise when I pulled away. I kissed his cheek, "Maybe we shouldnt do this in public. People wont appreciate the PDA." Jean rolled his eyes, "Whatever." I smiled softly. It was a few minutes later when we saw a familiar short figure approaching with a taller one bouncing along side it. I waved my hand and both Connie and Sasha waved back. They came over to us quickly after noticing us. "Hey!" Connie exclaimed. "Shit you two look tired." Jean said. "Yeah." Sasha responded, "Driving all night makes you tired." Connie nodded in response. I laughed softly as Connie and Sasha took seats in front of us on the sidewalk to start on their own assignments. I smiled softly and Jean pulled Sasha's hair down to start braiding it. "Every time, Jean!" She exclaimed. He laughed, "Hey! I like hair, okay?" He exclaimed. "We all know, Jean." Connie said. "That's why Connie is my least favorite." Sasha and I laughed. "Hey!" Connie exclaimed, laughing, as well, "This is a fashion choice, okay?" "I'm glad you made it! I cant imagine you with hair anymore." Sasha said. "I dont think I can even begin to fathom Connie with hair." I said, "I think I'd die if I saw it." Connie laughed and Sasha patted his head. I smiled softly and also patted Connie's head. "Stoppp." Connie said. So, Jean, also patted his head. Connie suddenly reached up and started wildly karate chopping at our hands. We all pulled away, laughing. "Jesus! You're like children!" "Because children always touch your head?" I asked. Connie was quiet, "Shut up, Marco." I laughed. "So I told my dad that I'm majoring in Illustration." "You did?" Sasha exclaimed. "Yep." "What'd he say?" Connie asked. "He doesnt care, apparently." "Did he say that?" "Yep. He was like, 'I'm not paying for it so I dont care.'" I noticed that Jean didnt do a silly voice for his father... "I'm sorry, man." Connie said sincerely. Jean just sighed, "It's okay... Story of my life..." I rubbed his shoulder gently. I noticed how cleanly Jean was braiding. "Where did you learn to do that?" I asked. "I do this all the time to people with long hair. I guess I just learned over the years." He shrugged. "Jean is the best at braiding!" Sasha exclaimed, "He did all the girls' hair for prom at our highschool. All two of us." I laughed softly. "He was excited to touch Mikasa's hair." Connie chimed in. Jean rolled his eyes. "Did you have a thing for Mikasa?" I asked, "I dont know about that." Jean shrugged again, "I didnt really think it was all that important. I'm dating you now. And I had feelings for you not long after we became friends." "All duringg the summer, though," Connie said, "He was insane. He kept asking her out and I dont know why he never learned that she didnt want to date him." "Hey!" Jean exclaimed, "I know she wants me! Even now! So shut up!" I laughed. Connie pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm kidding." Jean said, "I realized that after I stopped crushing on her." "Thank God!" Sasha exclaimed, "I thought you were being serious!" Jean smirked and shook his head, "No. I'm not, Sasha." We drew for a couple more hours then we went seperate ways and Jean and I headed back to his car. "I'm glad mom hasnt brought out the baby photos. She always did that whenever I brought someone I was dating home." Jean said as we made our way back to his house. "Awww!" I exclaimed, imagining Jean as a baby, "I wanna see!" "No!" Jean exclaimed back. "I'll ask her!" I said. Jean groaned, "My life..." I laughed softly, leaning over and kissing Jean on the cheek, "It'll help me get to know you even better than I already do..." Jean sighed, "I know. I know it will..."
It worked out that I didnt even have to ask. All I had to do was come home. Jean's parents were in the front room when we walked into the room, his mother immediately called me over. I smiled at her and did so. Jean groaned and followed behind me. I sat next to her on the couch and Jean sat next to me. Sure enough, Jean's mom had a giant photo album in her lap. "Yaay!" I exclaimed. She laughed in response then opened to the first page. All the baby photos were adorable. He was so cute and I wanted to kiss his face but I couldnt. I noticed how chubby he used to be, even just as a child. He was overweight which made me think about his potential eating problems. Jean was sooo adorable, though. Jean didnt really appreciate this. He looked pretty embarassed and I wanted to lean over and reassure him in some way that it was okay and that I wasnt going to judge him but... His dad was in here. As his mother went through middle school and highschool, I became more and more worried. He just got skinnier and skinnier. She expressed some worry for him, as well. And Jean just dismissed it as his high motabolism. But that didnt make sense because he clearly didnt have a fast motabolism, judging by how large he was when he was very young. Now I had a reason to ask him about it, since I'd seen him as a child. So, that night, after I got dressed into my night clothes, I went to go find his room. I didnt really know where to look. There were so many rooms... I took a chance and opened one of the doors slightly. It was an office. So that wasnt right. I was scared that I was going to find something I didnt want to see and I closed the door and sighed. Just then, I saw Leia talking to another lady. I smiled and went over to her. "Leia." I said. The two girls looked at me and Leia flushed pink, "H-Hey, Marco!" Her friend smiled and patted her on the shoulder before heading away. "What is it that I can do for you, Marco?" She asked. I smiled, "Can you lead me to Jean's room? I need to talk to him." "Ah. Yes! Of course." She said, heading down the hallway. I walked next to her, "What are you doing up so late? It's eleven." I asked. "I could say the same to you, Marco." She said, "Going to see your friend in the middle of the night." Oh right... She didnt know. I thought I could tell her. But... I didnt want to tell anyone in Jean's house. This was his job, not mine. I laughed softly, "Yeah. You're right..." She stopped in front of a door, "Here it is." She knocked on the door. It was a few moments before the door opened. Jean looked pretty exhausted, but not like he'd just woken up. "Hey..." He said, lockinng his eyes on me. "Thanks, Leia." I said, smiling at her then heading into the room. "No problem." She replied, heading away. Jean closed the door and turned to me. His room was just as nice as the others except it didnt look as lived in as my own room had in Montana. There were no pictures or trophies or anything of sentimental value. There were a few vases and a large dresser, and a plant sitting in a pot in the corner of the room plus a few lamps scattered about the room and a fan with a larger light on it. The bed was kind sized, of course. And the closet stretched across the wall it was on. It was a sliding mirror door. "What'd you need?" Jean asked me. I sighed softly. I wondered if this was going to be bad. I wasnt trying to force him to tell me. But he hadnt tried to tell me once in the time we'd known eachother. I felt bad because Hitch told me to wait but this was getting slightly out of hand. "Uhm..." I started, "About those baby photos." Jean sighed. "I noticed that you went from slightly overweight to severely underweight in a short amount of time." Jean froze, "I mean, it was like, eigth grade you were slightly chubby. Then you just became thin in the middle of freshman year. Was everything okay? Your mom sounded like she was worried about you at that point." Jean just stared at me, "I felt pretty bad about my weight so I took control. That's all." He said. I was quiet, "No... But... Becoming that skinny in such a short amount of time isnt something that a diet cant do. Maybe a fast, but not a diet and exercise." I could tell that Jean was becoming nervous by the way he stopped looking me in the eye. "Jean..." I said, stepping over to him and cupping his face in my hands, "You know you can tell me anything... I wont judge you... I just want to help..." Jean suddenly wrapped his arms around me tightly. I hugged him back securely and he buried his face in my shoulder, "Now tell me what's happening, okay...?" I felt Jean take a shaky breath, "I just..." He started, "I've always felt bad about myself... Weight, cpersonality, skill... Everything... And I found that if I just stopped eating, I could be confident about one of those things because I thought it was healthy and good for you... So I just..." He broke off. This was a difficult subject, I knew it. But I had to know in order to help him. "Come on..." I said softly. "... I developed an eating disorder... I tried to get rid of it and was successful my freshman year of college... But I returned to my previous habits the summer before this year started... You have no idea how many times I've stepped on the scale and just cried. During Thanksgiving break, my mom made me see so many doctors. I have appointments every two weeks with a therapist." "Y-You do?" I asked. Woah. I didnt know that... "How did I not realize it...?" I asked. Jean sighed shakily, "I'm good at keeping secrets..." I pulled back to look at his face, sighing. "He's been helping me a lot. I have a calorie plan... That's what I'm looking at on my phone when we go out to eat... Did you already suspect it?" I nodded slightly, "The only reason why I became suspicious was because Gerald was being a dick and mentioned something about your weight to me." "That fucker..." Jean said. "I tried to ask Hitch about it, but she told me to wait for you to tell me..." I said, "I tried, Jean. Really, I did. But I was so friggin worried about you..." Jean nodded in understanding, tears starting to well up in his eyes. I sighed softly, stroking his cheekbone with my thumb, "I love you so much, Jean... You just tell me if you need anything... And I dont want you to keep anything from me, okay?" "I'm such a fucking pussy..." He said, wiping his eyes roughly with his first and taking a deep breath. I smiled softly, "You can cry, Jean... It's okay... I'm not going to judge you..." "How the fuck can you be so strong?!" He exclaimed. I laughed softly and shrugged, "I just... I dont know..." Jean sighed, "I wish I could do that..." "Jean... I know you want to be strong but... You arent... I mean, being strong comes with experience and... You seem like you've been a pretty sheltered child... This house is like a massive wall from the outside, even now I can feel that it is. I couldnt imagine living here for 18 years of my life." "17 for me." Jean corrected. I smiled softly, "Right... But... It's not bad to not be a strong person. You're stronger than a lot of people I know. I think it also has to do with personality..." Jean nodded, "You have a personality that just radiates leadership, Marco." "I know..." I said. "That's why people trust me with things that they shouldnt trust me with." "You just have one of those personalities." Jean said. "You do, too, though." I said. Jean grimaced and shook his head. I smiled and nodded back, "You do. It just isnt as obvious. But you can be a leader. A good leader. Because you know hor others feel." "Is that bad?" Jean asked. I laughed softly, shaking my head. "Is it bad that I have a strong leader type personality?" "I fucking hope not." Then he mumbled something that I didnt catch. "Hm?" I asked. "Nothing. Whatever." He replied. I smirked softly, "Tell meeeee!" I exclaimed. He laughed a bit, "No, dude! It's weird." "Jean. Didnt I just say not to keep anything from me?" "Yeah but it's not that important." He said, waving it off. I was suspicious but let it go, "Okay..." I said. Jean sighed, looking down, "Sorry for hiding it from you... I wanted you to think I was stronger than this..." I smiled softly, "Jean... I love you... No matter what your demons are... Okay...?" He locked eyes with me and half smiled.
I leaned in and kissed him gently at first. He kissed back, wrapping his arms around my neck and tangling his fingers into my hair. After a few moments, however, the kiss became more heated and I gently pushed his back against his door. "Mng..." He breathed into my mouth and I pulled away from the kiss, our lips making a soft smacking sound as they parted. I leaned in, speckling soft kisses along his neck. "M-Marco..." He said. "Hmm?" I hummed into his neck. "... I dont want to... Go too far..." He gulped. I looked at him, "I understand..." I said, "We dont have to do anything you dont want to do..." Jean grinned a bit, "I'm, uh... A virgin... So..." "Yeah... Connie told me." Jean sighed, "What the Hell, Connie?" I laughed softly. "I wanted you to find out from me and be like, 'What? How can someone so amazingly hot like you be a virgin, Jean?'" I laughed more, "Aww... I can still say that." I said, leaning in and nibbling on his neck gently. "Could you?" He asked quietly. "How can someone so amazingly hot like you be a virgin, Jean?" I asked. "I dont know." Jean replied. I laughed softly into his neck. "How far have you gotton with anyone else?" I asked, looking at him. "Not very far..." He said, "I mean... There's been stuff but... Nothing really serious..." I nodded, pecking him on the lips gently. "Whatever you want." I said. He half grinned slightly wickedly and I was suddenly horrified for my safety. "Oh God you're scaring me..." I said. Jean laughed and pulled me closer to him, kissing me in his usual passionate way. I smiled softly into the kiss and closed my eyes. Our tongues soon intertwined and I felt Jean's hands snake into my hair, pulling gently, so I moved away from the kiss. He pulled again, leaning my head back. His dry lips slid across my neck, and when his hands moved from my hair to the waistline of my night pants, I tilted my head forwards again, feeling very flushed. He gave me a smile and was clearly just as elated as I was. He started to pull on the knot that was tied on my pants and I tried to kiss him again. Abruptly, however, he pushed me back towards his bed. I smiled softly at the sudden action and obediently lied down on the soft matress. Jean crawled over me, sighing softly, the wind rustling my hair slightly. His eyes were practically sparkling. They were so lovely. "Did I ever tell you I have a thing for amber eyes...?" I asked. He smirked, "That's so specific, you idiot..." "Fine... I have a thing for your eyes." I corrected, "Happy?" "Well... I have a thing for you..." He responded and I grinned softly. "I hope you dont mind... I'm not exactly all that experienced..." He said, grinding a palm between my legs. "Hah..." I breathed, shaking my head, "I-It's okay..." "You're cute..." He mumbled. I smirked softly. Jean untied the knot holding my night pants up and pulled my shirt up slightly. "Shit..." He breathed, noticing my bellybutton peircing. I grinned slightly. "I didnt really... Take it into account earlier..." "That's okay... It's a pretty small peice of metal..." I said, "I'd have been surprised if you had even remembered to look there the past times my shirt has been off around you..." "Yeah... I forgot about it completely..." He said, leaning down, and kissing and licking along my stomach. I let out a shaky breath, feeling hot in all sorts of places. I felt his teeth pull on the hair leading down into my pants. "Jean..." I sighed. He locked eyes with me and slowly tugged down my trousers. I lifted my hips slightly to help. He pulled them to my knees and hummed softly at the bulge in my underwear becoming larger by the second. When he mouthed wetly at the fabric, I moaned quietly, gripping the sheets slightly. He pulled down the waistband of my breifs and my dick sprang free. I felt like I was going to die from nerves. I'd done this before... But you never know how someone is going to react to your body. Jean just half smiled, really sexily, which made the part that he was now reaching for, twitch. He wrapped his fingers around me, getting a firm grip, before flicking his wrist. I groaned and leaned my head back, fisting the sheets tighter. "God you're hot..." Jean breathed. I chuckled softly, but was cut off by Jean's firm strokes. They were slow, but so good. I didnt want to be too loud so I bit my knuckle, closing my eyes, "Ahh..." I moaned quietly. Jean's thumb pressed against the slit, coaxing a louder groan out of me, which I followed with a bite of my knuckle. "Y-You sure you b-barely have any experience...?" I managed. Jean laughed softly, "I mean... I'm just doing what feels good to me..." "Mh... F-Feels amazing..." I said. His wet tongue slid under my foreskin, then, and I gasped softly as his hand moved faster. "Goddd..." I moaned. "You're cock's so amazing, Marco..." Jean sighed against my dick, "God you're so amazing..." My mind was blank... All I could think about was Jean and how great he was... I suddenly felt his warm, wet mouth, take in the first half of my cock that wasnt being held by his hand. My back arched slightly when Jean's tongue pressed into the slit firmly. "Ohh my God..." I breathed. Jean hummed against me and I gasped softly. He was so good... His mouth popped off and he licked up the sides then he went back to stroking, faster, I might add. I panted softly, looking down at him, finally. His eyes were glazed over in lust and he was very pink. "Jeaann..." He locked eyes with me and picked up the pace, his wrist flicking so beautifully. I found myself unable to resist bucking into his hand slightly and moaning breathlessly. My orgasm caught me off guard. I really thought I could last longer but it bubbled up quickly. I felt it in my stomach and before I knew it, I was cumming harder than any other handjob had ever made me cum. "Uh!" I jerked my hips up, biting down on my knuckle, "S-Shhiittt...!" I moaned as my body quivered in pleasure. I heard Jean moan softly as I rode out my orgasm, bucking up a few more times. I looked down, panting softly, and saw that it had gotton on my legs, between them onto the bed, and on Jean's chin. I gulped, and he grinned up at me. I smiled softly back, leaning my head against the pillow and rubbing my forehead, "God, Jean..." He chuckled softly, moving up and licking my lips gently. I licked the cum off of his chin in response and he groaned softly. I pulled up my underwear and night pants. "Want me to help you now...?" I asked. He hummed softly, nodding. I smiled, immediately pushing my hand into his boxers. He gasped softly, his eyes widening slightly. I held him in my hand with a firm and confident grip, already feeling a ton of precum on his dick. I pulled slowly and Jean's arms quivered on either side of my body, his eyebrows knitting together in pleasure. I flicked my wrist quickly a few times which made him part his lips in a silent sound, but then I stopped altogether. This caused a gorgeous moan to escape his lips as his legs shook slightly. I sat up, causing him to move back. I scootched backwards leaning my own back against the headboard and pulling Jean into my lap, so he was facing me, with his legs spread on either side. I licked my lips, pulling his boxers down his thighs slightly. I moaned softly when I saw his cock. It was so gorgeous. I gripped it again, causing a breathy moan to escape Jean's lips. He put his hands on my shoulders, his expression one of pure pleasure. I jacked him off slowly at first, coaxing little noises out of him. Then I moved quickly, hearing the wet sounds it made and feeling my dick twitch because of it. Jean moaned shakily and gripped my shirt when I stopped moving my hand. He gasped softly, "Fuck, Marco... Dont tease me..." "You're soo gorgeous..." I groaned, noticing the blonde hair down there. I stroked slowly but roughly, my hand slapping against his balls when it reached the base and my other hand gripping his hip. "Unf..! Uh..! Marco..." He shivered. "Shhh..." I hushed softly. "Hhhnng..." He moaned, drool slipping down his chin. "Oh man... Jean... You have no idea how much I want you right now..." I growled. He moaned loudly, bucking into my hand. I picked up the pace, keeping my rough movements. He gasped shakily, "Ah-ahhh! Immuna cum imuna cum!" He exclaimed. I stroked him quicker and he gasped and panted as he came hard into my hand, groaning and growling, shaking violently with his eyes closed tightly. I grinned, moaning softly at the sight of his cum spluttering onto my shirt. I stroked his cock roughly even after he rode out his orgasm which caused him to gasp and shiver. "Ahh, Jean..." I moaned in his ear. He gasped softly and breathed out a, "S-Shit..." I sucked on one of his earrings, letting his now limp dick go. "Hahh... That felt so fucking good..." He sighed breathlessly. "Good..." I responded. He pulled back up his boxers. "Ah... Sorry I got your night shirt all dirty..." He said, looking down. I shrugged, "I got the bed dirty." "Yeah." Jean replied, "That's alright... I'll change the sheets tomorrow..." I pulled off my shirt and put it under one of the pillows, giving Jean a chaste kiss afterwards then yawning. "Yeah." He said, swallowing, "It's late..." "Can I stay in here?" I asked. "Sure." Jean replied, raising an eyebrow, "You're gonna have to come up with an excuse if someone finds out, though." "Uhm..." I thought, knitting my eyebrows together, "I sleep walked. There we go! Good." Jean laughed softly, "Sure!" He agreed, rolling off of my lap and into the bed, pulling the covers over himself. I smiled, getting under the blankets myself. Jean reached up, turning off the lamp, then it was pitch black. I reached over, wrapping my arms around the blonde's waist, and pulling him over. He sighed softly and cuddled close to me. "I love you, Jean..." I whispered. I heard him chuckle softly, "I love you, too..." I fell asleep pretty quick.
I woke up first the next morning, to Jean's loud snoring. But I didnt mind. He was cute so it was okay. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, opening them, and immediately smiling when I saw Jean's face. I looked at the digital clock sitting on the side table. It was ten am. I sighed softly, leaning in and kissing Jean's face until he woke up. He eventually groaned and opened his eyes a bit. "Wake up..." I said softly. He smirked and rubbed his eyes, just rolling back over. "No." I said, pushed his shoulders, "Get up, nerd." "You're a nerd..." He said tiredly. "It's ten." I said. "Oh crap..." He sighed, getting up. "Oh crap?" I asked, sitting up, "I just woke up at this time because I did yesterday." "Good." Jean said, "This is the time my parents expect us to be downstairs to eat with them. I didnt set my alarm. Got reaaalllyy distracted." My face got hot. Jean half smiled at me over his shoulder as he sug through his bag, "Go get dressed, dork." He said, turning to his suitcase. I yawned, getting up, and pulling my night shirt out from under the pillow. "I'll see you downstairs." I said before heading to my own room and getting dressed. I then brushed my hair and teeth, and went to the restroom. I realized that a shower was in order later on today. The sweat had made the edges of my hair greasy. I headed downstairs and Jean was waiting for me in the front room. I smiled when he approached me. "Hey." He said, smiling back and taking my hands in his own, "I'm... Gonna tell dad during breakfast." My eyes widened a bit, "You're ready?" I asked. Jean shrugged, "Even if I'm not, I still need to do it." I nodded slowly, "I'm here for you..." I said, squeezing his hands. He nodded, "I know you are... I love you..." I pecked him on he lips softly, "I love you, too, Jean..." Jean let my hands go and the two of us headed into the dining area. His parents were seated in the same spots as the day before. We also took the same seats. I took a deep breath. Whenever Jean wanted to say it, I was ready. It was about halfway through the meal that Jean's dad actually brought up the subject of dating. Which was a brilliant segway. "Jean, have you found a girlfriend, yet? How is Mikasa doing?" "She's good. And no. Erm... Actually, Dad-" "What about Sasha?" His dad cut him off with. "Sasha's dating Connie and I dont like Mikasa anymore. She doesnt want to go out with me. I am dating someone, though." He said, glancing at me. I didnt think his dad would catch on so easily. But he did. He stared at his son for quite a few quiet moments and I knew that Jean knew that he knew. "You arent-" "I am. We are." His father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Y'know, Jean, when I had a son, I wanted him to be somewhat sucessful in life. And if you couldnt be a lawyer or a doctor or even a pharmacist, I would have hoped that you'd at least not decide to do this." "It wasnt my decision to make." Jean said. "So you didnt decide to date this guy?" He said, gesturing to me. "Maybe he did decide to date me." I started, "But he didnt decide to love me." I felt Jean squeeze my hand under the table. "You know I was just starting to respect you, Bodt." His dad glared at me. I took a deep breath, "I dont need your respect. I need the respect of the ones that I actually care about. Like your wife, Jean, my friends, and my own family. It's hard. No one ever chooses to be gay or bi anything other than straight. Why would they when it's so difficult to get acceptance from bigots such as yourself." Jean's father just stared at me with wide eyes. "Are you a religious man, Léon." I asked. "No I am not. I just-" "Then there is no reason to be so terrible to other people. Even if you were religious there would be no reason to hate somebody's life you werent living. Unless it's costing you money. Which seems to be all that you care about." I shot at him. "Ah. Another thing to be dissapointed about. My son hiding behind someone instead of fighting his own battle." He said. "I'm not fighting because I'm scared!" Jean exclaimed. Everyone went silent. "God! For my entire life you've done nothing but judge me! Our entire family except for mom judges me! Weight, jobs, dreams, sexuality! Even my whole personality has been judged when you're the one who made me!" "Dont blame me for your sexuality!" His dad yelled. "I'm not! I'm blaming you for being a shit parent! You're supposed to accept and love me! Which is what mom and Marco are both doing! These two people are the only ones who accept every single thing that I do! Right down to whether or not I wore the same socks today! They accept it! Which is what you should be doing!" It was quiet. "Get out of here, Jean. We'll talk about this later." Léon said. Jean stood up and I followed. "No we wont." Jean said, "It's over. Unless you're going to talk to me about how we can start mending our relationship." He said, pulling me out.
God I was so happy. When we got outside the house, I was ready to commend Jean. And I was even going to hug him when, suddenly, he started bawling. I was surprised, so I jerked back. But when he nearly fell onto the concrete, I grabbed him, holding him tightly against my chest. He sobbed into my shoulder and gripped onto my shirt. "Jean... God I'm so proud of you, sweetheart..." I praised him. "F-Fuck!" He yelled, and I felt my shoulder getting wet, but I didnt care. "Jean you were so brave. I love you... God I love you..." Jean slowly calmed down and was eventually reduced to a whimper. I gently rubbed his back, sighing softly, "Jean... You're amazing..." He sniffled and I pulled away slightly, cupping his face in my hands and kissing all over it. When I pulled away, he was more red that he'd been from crying. "I'm so fucking weak." He said. "No... You're so strong... It takes bravery to do that... This is a normal response, Jean... You're feeling a ton of emotions at once... If it was me doing this, I would have fainted by now..." Jean sighed shakily and I kissed him softly for a breif moment. "Come on..." I said, reaching into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing and pulling his car keys out. More tears streamed down his face. I'd never seen him cry before but immediately knew that I didnt like it. I wanted to see him smile. Since he was so upset, it was making me upset. I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him towards the car. He got into the passenger's seat and I got in the driver's seat, clicking on our seatbelts. I started up the car and drove away from the house. "Where do you want to go?" I asked Jean. "A-Anywhere..." He said, sniffing and staring out the window, "But I just want to be with you..." I nodded, "Of course, Jean..." We ended up around the same area as the day before, wandering along the sidewalk, our hands intertwined. "Jean you were so brave... You're amazing..." He sighed shakily and squeezed my hand, shaking his head, "I was just... I was so nervous..." He said. "I know you were..." He sniffed and I pulled him closer to me. "Do you want some coffee?" I asked. He nodded and said, "There's a Starbucks somewhere around here... C'mon..." He then started leading us down the sidewalk. I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb as we turned a corner. "I really love you..." I said softly. He smiled a bit. We eventually reached the Starbucks and he told me what he wanted then went to find a table. I ordered and paid then went over to him. "Watch them pronounce my name wrong." Jean immediately said to me as I sat next to him. I smirked, "How are they going to mispronounce it?" "Either they'll say Jeen. Or John." I laughed softly, "Really?" "Yep! It's great. Story of my life. 'Jeen Kirksteen.'" I laughed more. "That sounds awful..." I said. "I know. You're lucky." "I've been called Marco Butt before." I said, shrugging. Jean burst into laughter, "Oh my God! Okay! That's worse!" I laughed, too. Sure enough when the lady announced the names, she said "Jeen!" But she also said, "Squidward!" And Jean immediately burst into laughter. I laughed, too, getting up and going to grab the coffees then coming back and sitting back down, passing Jean his coffee. He was still laughing, "Fucking Squidward?" He exclaimed. I laughed again, "Shhh!" I hushed. "You're amazing." Jean said with a suddenly serious expression. I laughed softly, kissing his nose, "I thought you were going to tell me I was a 'fucking idiot'." Jean laughed, "Yeah. I was just thinking about that. Sorry for the verbal abuse." I chuckled. "I only say those things because I cant believe how perfect you are and I cant give a reasonable response. I really love everything you do." Jean said. I blinked, processing, before flushing red. "R-Really?" I asked. "Yeah..." Jean replied, half grinning, "All your stupid fucking memes, obsessions with superheroes and Star Wars... God I love you... You're so perfect... Just know that I cant formulate words properly and that I cant believe how amazing you are. But if you changed at all, I'd be really upset..." I laughed softly, taking his hand, "Where is this coming from? Did you break something?" He smirked, "I broke my dad." He replied, "Marco. I just know that I'm an asshole and I realized after you stood up for me, that you're going to be here with me for a long time... And that I love you a lot and that I dont compliment you or praise you or give you as much attention as I should..." My face got hotter. "Jean... Really. There's no need for any of that." He smirked and leaned towards me, "You're an idiot." He said, "I want to praise you more. I've set a goal for myself. Because I realized how important you are in my life and I dont even know how I lived without you before..." I rubbed underneath my nose, knowing how completely red I was. "Jean..." I said. He gave me a quick peck on the lips then took a drink of his coffee. He was so sweet... I scratched my nails lightly against my coffee cup and felt myself smile. "Marco." He suddenly started. I looked at him, waiting for an answer. "Should I get my septum peirced?" He asked. "Erm..." I said, studying his face and how the peicing he currenly had in his nose would look with his septum pierced, "I dont know... Maybe not. It might be too much on the ol' nose there. Get too crowded, you know?" "Nose peircing party!" Jean exclaimed. I laughed softly. "It wouldnt be huge. Not like a bull. It'd be barely noticable. I'd even replace this one-" He poked his current nose peircing, "-for a septum one. I've been wanting one for years." "I think it would be fine if you only had one of them." I said, "I dont really mind, though, either way... You'd still be cute." He raised an eyebrow at me and smirked, "You're cute." He shot back. I smiled a bit, leaning close and bumping my nose against his', "You're cute." I said before kissing him breifly then pulling back. He sighed and shook his head, drinking his coffee.
We eventually finished our coffees and just strolled around the city. When we were walking towards the park that we'd been at the day before, we noticed that Connie and Sasha were there, working on their assigments. "Hey, man." Jean greeted Connie. Connie looked up, "Oh! Hey, dude. Perfect timing. Eren and his group are on their way." "Ah. Cool." Jean replied. "Want to sit down?" Sasha asked, starting to scoot over and make room. "Eh. Marco can sit there if he wants to." Jean shrugged, sitting on the sidewalk. I shook my head at Sasha then sat next to Jean, "Thank you, though, Sasha." "The rolls have reversed!" Connie exclaimed. "I'll braid your hair now, Jean." Sasha said. We laughed, "What the fuck?" Jean exclaimed, "How the Hell are you even going to do that?" "I'll figure it out!" She said, actually beginning to braid his hair. "Fine. Whatever." Jean said, smirking. Suddenly, a wad of paper hit the side of my head, scaring the living daylights out of me. "What the what?!" I exclaimed as Eren, Armin, and Mikasa walked over. "Sorry, Marco!" Armin exclaimed, picking up the paper. "Yeah. I was aiming for Jean." Eren chimed in. "Hey!" Jean laughed. Armin uncrumpled the paper and I realized it was one of the papers we needed for our assignment. "Did you seriously do that to your assignment paper?" I asked Eren. Eren just shrugged, "Whatever." Jean sighed, "Eren. Marco's going to freak out now and search the ends of the Earth for that exact paper then cut you a new peice of it out." "I would." I said, "If I didnt have a ton of extras for you idiots." "That's our Marco!" Sasha exclaimed, "Always thinking ahead!" I smiled a bit. "Are we doing hair?" Mikasa asked. "Apparently." Jean replied, "Want me to braid yours?" Mikasa nodded, sitting in front of Jean. "Hair party!" Sasha exclaimed. Eren and Armin sat down next to me and Jean started braiding her hair. I looked at what Sasha was doing to Jean's hair and she kept pulling little rubber bands out of her pocket. I smirked and saw her making little baby braids in Jean's hair. I smiled and leaned over, kissing Jean on the cheek. "Ewww!" Connie yelled. Jean and I both laughed. We chatted about all of out trips here then Eren asked me how my stay with Jean's parents was and I laughed nervously. "About that." Jean said, "I told my dad this morning that Marco and I are dating..." Everyone was silent. "What'd he say?" Mikasa asked. Jean shook his head slightly, "He hates it... He was pissed..." Connie sighed, patting Jean on the shoulder. "Thanks..." Jean said. "He'll just have to learn how to live with it." I said. Jean sighed, "I know... Marco did most of the talking." I smirked, "I was just telling him that he wasnt being correct in saying that what we're doing is a choice, overall. And that it's not okay to be a bigot. You're the one who was saying the other important things about your relationship with him and the rest of your family." I smiled. Jean smiled softly back. "You guys are cute." Sasha said. Jean spluttered and turned pink. I smiled wider, leaning over and kissing his cheek again. "Stop it!" He exclaimed. I laughed softly.
We got back at around seven. We went to dinner with our friends so we wouldnt have to go through the awkwardness of sitting through it with Jean's dad. It was around nine that we were just sitting around in Jean's room(after changing the sheets)when someone knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Jean asked. "It's me." His mom responded. "Come in." Jean said. She opened the door and I stood up to leave but when she came in, she closed the door behind her and told me to sit back down. So I did so, nervously. "I just wanted to say that I will always support you until the end of time. And I will be talking to your father tonite, Jean, and he will know that Marco will be here for a log time." Jean smiled softly and she hugged him. He hugged her back. "I'm proud of you, Jeanbo. I love you very much." "Love you, too..." He said. She pulled away, kissing him on the cheek, then coming for me. We hugged and she said, "Thank you." "Of course, ma'am." I replied. "Call me Genevieve." She said, pulling away. "Y-Yes, ma-Genevieve." I said. She smiled, blowing a kiss before heading out of the room. "Not as easy to call your boyfriend's mom by her first name as you thought it was, huh?" Jean suddenly threw at me. I spluttered, "Ah! N-No..." I admitted. Jean half grinned, leaning towards me and kissing me. I smiled softly, kissing him back. The kiss became more heated but when Jean started pulling my shirt up, I pushed him away gently. "Wait. You just changed the sheets." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me, "I will put down a fucking towel if you care so much, Marco." I felt my face flush red and I laughed, shrugging, "Okay..." "Really?" Jean asked, "Alright." He then stood up and headed out of the room. I smirked, laughing softly. He soon came back and legitamately pulled the covers back, laying a towel down then gesturing to it with a, still, very raised eyebrow. "Alright..." I said, nodding towards the towel, "Lie down..." He flushed pink, doing so and lowering his eyebrow. I crawled over top of him, kissing him immediately. The kiss was very rough and heated. Jean was already a passionate kisser so it was a lot. I sucked his bottom lip gently as I pulled away from the kiss.
Then I pulled his shirt up slightly. He gasped softly when my tongue found one of his nipples. I pulled at the skin gently and licked slowly over it. He let out a ragged sigh. I looked up, kissing his jaw softly. Then I undid the zipper and button on his jeans, pulling them down. He kicked them off of his feet. I ground my knee into the front of Jean's boxer shorts. He groaned softly. I smiled a bit and kissed his nose. He gave me a smirk and I ground harder, earning a breathy moan. I hummed, nibbling his earring and whispered softly, "What do you want me to do to you...?" He gasped and shivered, gulping, "A-Anything... God..." I understood the agreement we'd made earlier. We wouldnt go all the way. I bit and sucked a spot on his jaw and licked away the excess saliva after pulling my teeth away. I reached my hand into his boxer shorts, smiling softly, then pressing the tips of my fingers gently against his balls. He gasped and jumped a bit, obviously not expecting it. I chuckled softly, sliding my index finger up his growing erection then pulling his boxers down his thighs so his dick sprang free. I then leaned over him, kissing him breathless, then sliding my lips down his stomach, chuckling softly when his happy trail tickled my chin. "You ever had a blowjob before, Jean...?" I whispered against his cock. He groaned, shaking his head. I smiled softly, gripping his dick in my hand and milking it a few times, getting a moan out of him. I then swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum on my tongue. "Gh-!" He managed. I pressed my tongue hard into the slit then slowly started taking the blonde's dick into my mouth, tonguing down the side as I went. His fingers found their way into my hair and I pressed my other, now free, hand against his hip. When I had all of him in my mouth, he was completely out of breath. "Shit... Marco..." He gasped. I hollowed my cheeks, starting to suck. "Unnhh..." Jean moaned, his back arching slightly, his fingers pulling my hair gently. I bobbed my head slowly and locked eyes with golden ones. He had an expression of bliss on his face, his lips parted slightly, and his eyebrows knitted together. I sucked hard on his cock before allowing it to hit the back of my throat. His legs shivered and he squeaked when it hit the flesh. I swallowed around his dick. He gasped and pulled my hair ever so slightly harder. I felt his hips move but I stopped that by pushing against his them with my hands. "Unnnghg...!" He moaned, "I cant..." He gasped, "Imuna cum... Oh fffuuucckk imuna cummm..." I popped my mouth off of his dick immediately, blowing cold air onto it. Jean's legs shook, "What the fuuckk, Marco!?" He exclaimed breathlessly, drool going down his chin. I licked my lips, grinning up at him. "You wonna cum...?" I asked teasingly, sliding my index finger across the slit and gathering precome onto it. He nodded, shivering. I slid up, kissing him gently for a breif moment. "Ung... Fuck you..." Jean said. I laughed softly, nuzzling my nose against his'. "God it felt good... Please..." He whined, "Stop teasing..." "You're so cute..." I groaned. Jean moaned quietly and narrowed his eyebrows menacingly at me. It actually made me a little nervous. I sighed, "Fine. Fine..." I kissed him softly once. I then reached my hand back down, milking his cock agonizingly slow, hearing the wet slip of it against my hand. Jean moaned and his back arched slightly. He wrapped his arms around my neck, looking down in between us as I jacked him off, his face immediately becoming an even darker shade of pink than it already was. "F-Fuccckk..." He moaned. I moved my hand quickly and he started panting hard. Then I let his dick go entirely. He groaned loudly, arching his back, "Uh...! Ung...! Lemme cum..." He whined. I milked his cock roughly, earning little noises out of him. He bucked up into my hand and I noticed the drool again, coming from the corner of his mouth. I leaned in, licking it off. He suddenly moaned very loudly, his back arching far. I milked him quickly, moaning, too, in his ear, "Oh Jeaaann..." "Ahhhh fuuckkkinngg shiiitttt..!" Jean exclaimed shakily and high pitched as he thrust his hips up hard into my hand, cum spluttering onto my shirt, "Hah! Ahn!" "You're soo sexy..." I praised, but then I let his dick go, mid-ejaculation. "P-Please no...!" Jean cried out, "Fuuckk...!" He bucked his hips up a few more times then I grabbed it again, pumping hard. He gasped and came even harder than he already was, throwing his head back, "Ohhhh Shiiiittt..!" He yelled. He moaned out loudly in pleasure, his thighs quaking. "Ahhhaaaa...! Ahhhh...!" He exclaimed, bucking his hips up hard. I moaned at the sight. He growled loudly and that's when I realized just how loud he actually was. As he came down from his high, the first thing I said to him was, "Everyone in the house can know now how good I am at this..." And Jean slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. I laughed softly, pulling his hand away from his face and kissing him gently for a few moments, "Relax..." I said, "It's okay. I was just messing around... You're pretty loud but it's okay..." Jean sighed, pulling up his boxers and pulling down his shirt over his stomach. "Goddammit..." I kissed his jaw softly where his new hickey was, admiring it. I smiled softly, "You're cute..." I said. He just smirked at me, "You say that a lot..." "It's just the truth..." I replied. "Do you need to come?" Jean asked with a raised eyebrow. I smiled a bit, shrugging, "If you're tired, you dont have to do it." Jean sighed, pulling me closer to him by my belt loops, "Are you crazy?" I grinned and pulled my shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Jean undid the button fly on my jeans and pushed them down slightly along with my underwear. He smiled softly, pulling on my cock. I moaned quietly, parting my lips and feeling my face get hotter than it already was. He raised an eyebrow, "Y'know I could be mean to you...?" He asked. I smiled softly, nodding, "Are you going to be, though...?" I asked. He seemed to think about it, "Not this time... But I'll get you back eventually..." I pouted then Jean started jacking me off at a nice pace with a firm grip. I sighed softly with a moan at the end of it and leaned down, kissing my boyfriend, our tongues intertwining. I found myself unable to control how much spit was being made. But Jean didnt really seem to mind. He pulled away from the kiss after a little bit, a string of saliva connecting our lips. Jean broke that string, however, with a half smile. I moaned softly as he rubbed the tip of my dick. I leaned my forehead against his' and felt myself starting to reach my orgasm. "God I love you..." Jean said, "You're so beautiful and perfect and just... Goddamn... Hot..." I groaned, my stomach getting tight. I sighed against Jean's lips, moaning harder and harder as I reached my climax. I gasped as cum sputtered onto, what I made sure, was the towel between Jean's legs. "Ahh fuck, Marco..." Jean groaned. I shivered, growling softly before starting to come down from my high. "See...? The towel helped..." Jean said, smiling. I smiled softly, tugging up my underwear and jeans, then hugged him close to me. "I have a question..." Jean said. "Mhm...?" I asked, nuzzling my face into his neck. "Why are we starting to do this at my parent's house...?" He asked. He was right... We hadnt ever done this kind of thing before we got here. "Erm... I dont know..." I said, "I dont know..." Jean laughed softly, "To spite my dad seems like it would be a good reason." "Can't the reason just be because we love eachother?" I asked. Jean turned his head to look at me. He kissed me softly, "Of course, Marco..." He said, "I love you..." "I love you, too..." I responded, smiling. Maybe we were also doing this to cope with the stress of being here... It had been a rough morning earlier and relaxing seemed like the best bet... But I was sure we'd be doing things like this even under normal circumstances where we wouldnt be stressed nonstop. Now that Jean knew that I would take good care of him, it would most likely happen again. "You're such a dick." Jean suddenly said. Maybe I was wrong? "What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Fucking teasing me that whole time. Jesus Christ." He said, frowning. I laughed softly, "Hey! It made it better! You came really hard..." He sighed, shaking his head. "Hey... I wanted to make you feel good... But if you dont want me to do that anymore, I wont..." Jean glanced at me then shrugged a bit, "Do what you want..." I smiled a bit. I knew he liked it. I pulled him closer, ruffling my face into his hair.
The next morning, Jean woke me up and made me get up so he could take the towel to the laundry room. I groaned and rolled out of bed, "Nooo..." He smirked and grabbed the towel, kissing my cheek, then taking it downstairs. I sighed, opening my suitcase. We decided that I may as well just stay in here. I was really excited to be able to leave tomorrow. It was a nice place but... Not nice people. I got changed just as Jean was coming into the room. He came over to me and touched my chin. I looked at him, confused, as he studied my face. "You have stubble." He said. "Ah. Yeah." I said, smiling softly, "I forgot my razor at Coirtney." "What the Hell?" Jean said, "You could have asked me for one. I have, like, three." I smirked, "You have three with you?" "Yes." He responded. I shrugged, "Okay! I think I'll be okay. I've never grown it out before." "Please dont grow it out." Jean said, grimacing. I laughed, "Hey!
Come on... I wonna." Jean sighed, studying my face, "Do whatever you want." He finally shrugged. I smiled softly and kissed his nose, "You wont mind. You'll see." "Alright." Jean said, pecking me on the lips once then going to his own suitcase. I headed out to use the restroom and brush my teeth. When I opened the door to come out of the bathroom, Jean was right there. What was better was, he screamed. I jumped, nearly falling backwards but catching myself and letting out a screech. Jean burst into laughter. "Jesus Christ!" I yelled, putting a hand over my chest, eyes wide, taking deep breaths. "Stop doing that!" I exclaimed. Jean was, literally, crying with laughter. "Thank you, Marco! My first Vine has been made!" He exclaimed, waving his phone in my face. I processed what he was saying, then it was funny. I snorted and laughed, "You recorded? Let me see!" I exclaimed. Jean grinned. "I'll show you it after I post it, kay?" He said. I nodded, laughing, then walked past him to the room. Jean was ridiculous. But when he wanted to do something, he tried to make it perfect. And me being terrified was definately good material for a first video on any social media website. I was a jumpy person who gave the best reactions to a lot of things that I was not expecting. I put my toothbrush and toothpaste in my bag and pulled on my Vans. Then I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs, waiting for Jean in the front room... When his dad came out of one of the random doors beside the room. We locked eyes. I narrowed my eyebrows at him, breaking the gaze and looking at my phone. He stood there for a while which made me almost turn to look at him. Then he came over and sat in the chair he was in when Jean and I first got here during this break. I still didnt look at him. It was quiet. Then he cleared his throat, "What do your parents do, Marco?" He asked me. "My dad doesnt have any college degrees so he works in retail and as a construction worker." "I-I see... Does your mom do anything?" He asked. I tried to understand what was going on... My theory was that Jean's mother had tried a bunch of ways to get her husband to consider trying to mend the relationship between him and her son and pity must have been one of them. "No. She doesnt. She's a stay at home mom." "Does she have any degrees?" He asked. "In highschool." I replied. "Oh." He said, "Any reason for her not working too or instead of your father?" "She wanted to stay at home and be with her children. And women get paid less than men so if she worked instead of my dad, it would probably make less money even if she was in in the same job setting." Jean's father made a humming sound. "Jean has probably already told you, but I work in law. And my wife works in the medical feild." I nodded, "Yeah... I've actually seen your billboards in Pennsylvania and Montana. And now here. You're pretty big." "Ah yes." His dad sighed, leaning back in his chair. Maybe it wasnt such a good idea to say that. He seemed to have a large ego when it came to his work. I heard the stairs creaking and I looked up. Jean stopped on a stair, staring wide eyed down at us. I glanced at his dad but he hadnt noticed his son yet. Or me looking at him. He was cleaning his glasses. I waved Jean over and he looked like he was contemplating going back up the stairs. I'd never really seen him run away from something frantically like he looked like he was about to. The argument we'd had about the majors when he almost ran away was just him being rude and not wanting to talk about the topic because he'd been feeling lazy and hadnt cared about it. Now he was about to run because he genuinely didnt want to talk to his father. He looked scared and worried. He was going to run because he cared too much. I gave him a serious look that said, "Get down here now." He seemed to be frozen. But when his dad noticed him and said, "Jean. Come down here. I want to talk to you and Marco." He nearly tripped when he went back up the stairs. I sighed. This man, Jean's father, had a huge impact on Jean's life, it seemed. Jean had said that he didnt care about what his dad thought anymore. But he really did... I heard the man sigh as well, shaking his head and pushing his glasses up his nose. I stood, "I'll go get him." I said. His father nodded. I went up the stairs, going to Jean's room, and turning the doorknob, only to find the door locked. "Jean?" I said. "What?" He replied. "Come downstairs..." "No." Was his simple response. "Jean he wants to talk to us..." I said. "I dont care..." "Yes you do... You just dont want to hear it... But you have to..." Jean was quiet, "What's he gonna say...?" Jean asked. "I dont know, Jean... I cant tell if it's good or not. I cant read your father. He's a real mystery to me..." It was silent for a while before I said, "Jean. I know you dont want to but we have to. I'll be there. And we'll take whatever he says and let it bounce off of us if it's bad, okay?" Jean was still quiet... "Jean?" I asked. No response. "Jean." No answer. "J-Jean?!" Silence. "Jean what are you doing?! Open the door!" I exclaimed, twisting the doorknob and finding it to still be locked. "Go away!" He yelled. I stopped. He was scared. "Jean open the door..." I said gently. "No!" He said. "I know you're afraid... Just open up..." It was quiet yet again. "Jean you're scaring me. Talk." He didnt say anything and I sighed, "Jean please." I pleaded. I heard something break. "W-What are you doing?" I exclaimed. "Go away, Marco!" He screamed. "Open up!" I yelled. "No! I already said no!" His voice cracked. "I'll break the door down if you dont!" Something crashed and another, very heavy, thing hit the floor. "Jean stop breaking things!" Something suddenly was thrown onto the otherside of the door, and I jumped a bit. And right behind the sound of that something breaking on the door, followed another. "He'll never accept me! I'm shit!" He yelled. "Jean stop it now!" No answer except for a loud cracking sound then the crunch of an object breaking. That was it. I stepped back a few steps, taking a deep breath. Then I charged forwards, hitting the door as hard as I could with my shoulder. I heard a the door crack a bit but it wasnt enough to break the lock, so I moved back for another go. There was a very loud sound of glass crashing to the floor from inside. The mirror closet... I charged again, slamming my shoulder against the door. It opened, the lock on the inside breaking off and falling to the carpet. I slammed the door open, peices from the vases broken against the door being pushed along with it. The dresser had been knocked over and the pot that the plant was sitting in was broken, plus the fan on the ceiling had a wooden arm broken off of it which was now on the floor. And the light had been broken. Jean was clearly terrified. Even before he talked to his dad. This man was having a huge effect on him. The worst was when I looked over and the entire glass mirror closet was on the ground. But I didnt know where Jean was. I heard sobbing. Closet. I closed the door behind me and went over to the closet, pulling it open, glass sliding across the floor. Sure enough, Jean was curled up in there, sweaty, hair disheveled, hands bloody, and sobbing harder than I'd even seen him cry. "Jean..." I said, wanting to cry, myself. He was broken because of something his dad hadnt even said yet... I reached for him but he swung at me. I leaned back a bit. He was still resisting... "Jean please. It's over." I said, grabbing his arm. "Let me fucking go!" He screamed like he was about to be murdered. I just pulled him up. Suddenly, the door swung open again and I could barely keep Jean still when he saw his father there. "Jean relax!" I exclaimed, holding him close to me. "G-Get the first aid kit!" His dad yelled with wide eyes, "Go!" He said, grabbing his son from my arms. I ran out of the room, ready to start searching, when I saw a group of maids, standing around, looking horrified. Thanks for helping me unlock the door, ladies. Not. "First aid kit!" I exclaimed. Two of them went down the hall and I followed behind them. They stopped in front of a random door and one of them unlocked it, going inside. It was a sort of supply closet. She grabbed the first aid kit and threw it to me, I ran back down the hall and was about to go back into the room, when I saw that there was no one in there. Bathroom. I sprinted along the carpet, reaching the bathroom and turning in. Jean's father had both of his son's wrists in his hands, holding them under the flowing water of the sink, trying to clean them off. Jean was still sobbing. "I got it!" I exclaimed, setting the forst aid kit down on the counter. His dad looked at me. He was worried. Extremely so. I could see it in his face. He grabbed the hand towel, turning off the water quickly, and drying Jean's hands roughly. Jean cried out in pain and his father sat him down on the closed lid of the toilet. Jean tried to resist and stand up but his father pushed him back down, giving him a stern look and saying, "Dont. Move." Jean froze. I sighed softly, going over and kneeling next to the toilet, rubbing Jean's back. I was out of breath and probably looked like a mess, myself. Jean's father didnt look very good either. He was very pale, and his glasses had fallen off somewhere in this craziness. Plus his shirt had blood on it and so did his hands and sleeves. He opened the first aid kit, pulling out a pair of tweezers, then coming over to Jean. "Relax." He said to his son, grabbing one of his hands. Jean was still letting out broken sobs. He was in so much pain... He was broken and scared and just... I felt like crying. He wasnt Jean. I leaned up, kissing his cheek softly. His crying got quieter. His father started pulling peices of glass out of his hand. Jean flinched and I took his free hand, not caring about the blood. "Squeeze my hand if it hurts..." I said. He immediately did so. "Jean..." His dad started, "I was going to tell you and Marco... That I'd been thinking a lot about this..." Jean stilled. I knew Jean didnt want to hear this but it was good for his dad to explain now, "And I want to understand. I know your boyfriend wont be going anywhere. And you dont have to forgive me. Just know that I will try to understand you and Marco, okay? While I don't accept it, by any means, yet, I wont ignore you or him." Jean's mother really worked her magic... While he didnt accept it, he'd have to learn how to deal with it. And he knew it. I just wondered why she did it so late... Maybe she was afraid of her husband and she only just realized that Jean has to come first. I sighed with releif. Jean was shaking like a chihuahua and he nodded, sniffing. Jean's dad finished pulling glass out of one hand and took his other, pulling it away from mine. So I took Jean's now free other hand. I couldnt help but smile softly. "I'm sorry..." Jean's voice cracked horribly. "It's okay." Jean's dad reassured, "I'm serious, Jean. I'll take care of the damages. It doesnt matter." Jean sniffed, nodding a bit, "W-Why only now?" He asked. Jean's dad shrugged, "I dont care about the things I dont understand. Your mother was afraid to correct me. Which I do understand. I'm surprised she hasnt left me yet. She was terrified while she was trying to convince me to try to understand. I will start trying to explain to my family what I am trying to do at this point." Jean sighed softly, a huge weight obviously being lifted off of his shoulders. This had been a huge feat for his mother. To be able to overcome this fear was big. His father finished the other hand then put the tweezers on the sink counter. He went back in, pulling out the hydrogen peroxide. Jean groaned and his dad nodded, opening the lid. I sighed, squeezing his hand once. His dad sprayed Jean's free hand. Jean squeezed my hand and his eyes closed tight. His dad then sprayed his other hand and I still held it. Then he started dressing his son's wounds, wrapping them in guaze. Jean and I both knew that he still wouldnt help pay for anything of Jean's if it was related to art but we also knew that him saying that he was trying to understand this, was a big step. Then Jean did something that he probably hasnt done since he was around five years old. He hugged his father. And his father hugged him back. I sighed with releif. Jean stood up after his father pulled away. "Now take your stuff out of that room and to a different one. I will get the girls to clean it up." Jean and I nodded then headed out. As we walked down the hall I said, "Jean..." "I know." Jean replied, looking extremely guilty. I sighed, stopping and hugging him close to me. He hugged me back tightly. I felt him start shaking and grip hard onto my shirt. "I'm s-sorry... I'm just... Shit... I'm a terrible boyfriend... I dont deserve you..." His voice cracked. "Stop it." I said. He looked at me, tears streaming down his face. I felt the water well up in my own eyes. I sighed, "You were scared and probably still are... I understand your violence, Jean... Was it an overreaction? Maybe. And it scared the shit out of me. But I get it... God I get it... I walked into the room and immediately wanted to just say,
'Me, too.' because I understand being so afraid and angry that you will just destroy everything you can... Story of my life... The unknown is always what gets you, y'know...?" Jean just stared at me, "How the f-fuck are you real...?" I laughed softly, feeling tears stream down my face. I wanted to be strong for Jean but sometimes... Being strong means showing someone that you're just as weak.