I found their claims hilarious, it had been a while after Marco and I became a couple and it had spread around the school like wildfire. But the thing that bothered me most were our friends snooping around in our personal affairs. I hated them snooping around in our personal affairs.

Marco, however, enjoyed all the attention we were getting way more than I had thought he would. I had always pictured him the kind of guy who'd just wave their claims off with a blush stretching from ear to ear, but the little bastard was way too smitten on this profound popularity.

Not that I was complaining, though. Seeing the circumstances that Marco was happy to show that he "owned" me I just went with the course of things.

But the thing that bothered me in some way was the kind of questions I would get whenever Marco was out of sight for a little.

"So, who takes it up the ass?"

After the first time someone asked me that question I just laughed it off and topped it off with a playfully and most of all manly punch to the shoulder. But once I got home I actually started to think things over.

Who would take it up the butt?

Up until now we had settled with just the occasional "helping hand" as we liked to call it, or a blowjob here or there. I didn't even know why we never went any further than that and that made the question unanswerable.

It was Saturday night when we saw each other again, my parents had told me they'd be out and about until Monday, which meant I would have the house to myself for the entire weekend. It was a no-brainer I would of course invite Marco over for some Borderlands 2 and pigs in blankets my mother made for one of the parties they would attend – of course she would make way too many on purpose as she thought the only reason Marco came over was to eat and play on my console. Oh, she should've known.

Marco was punctual, so when the door rang at eight I was still in the middle of getting dressed. God even my hair was still wet and I was just walking around in boxer shorts. When I texted him to wait up he texted me to hurry, and I did as it was hella cold outside this time of year and I didn't want to be the cause of Marco freezing to death.

"Even you hair's still wet." Marco commented as he ruffled my moist locks, smiling his angel smile at me. I huffed, telling him off on arriving right on time while I clearly needed more time to get dressed. To top it all of he threw in one of his unfair remarks; "Those clothes would've gotten off later anyway."

"Mom left us snacks, and I didn't really progress in the game so you better help me out." I told him, wanting to kind of avoid the sex topic for now. I was still struggling to find out whether I would find myself a fit bottom.

Marco flopped down on the couch, scooping the controller from the side table as he knew the way around my house like his own. "Do they know I'm staying over?"

"Yeah, yeah they expected it really." I said with a snort.

"Seriously? Then again I do come around often."

Seeing him so comfortable with the fact he visited about two, three times a week made me feel relieved. I got us some drinks, just so we wouldn't have to get up for it later and joined Marco in the game.

There were things that wouldn't ever change, one of those was Marco fucking things up halfway having me fix them, or me leaning against him as we tried to get through to the next level. From time to time I would push one of mom's snacks to his lips, forcing them in even against his will but later he would happily chew them down.

All in all we were still two little kids, laughing on how we could only burp about half of the alphabet or the first verse to Amazing Grace. It was always so comfortable like that.

"So who do you think would win in a fight… Gandalf with a bazooka or Bruce Lee?" He asked, his head resting on my lap as we'd gone on a small game-break. I bit down a piggy in a blanket and thought for a second.

"Definitely Bruce Lee! I bet he can stop the bullet with his fist or something."

"Ah! But what if we bind Bruce Lee's hands together?"

I laughed, my head dipping back over the backrest of the couch. "God, that'd be terrible!"

"What is? A wizard with a weapon or Bruce Lee unable to fight?"

"Probably both."

I felt his fingers on my neck, he was trying to get my attention but I kept my head back, even when he tickled in my nape which I tried to ignore.

"Jean.."

"Mhn?"

"Something bothering you?"

I wondered if I was showing it on my face or in the way I acted.. probably both. I sighed. "It's just, people have been asking me questions lately."

Marco sat up again, turning towards me as I had managed to capture his full attention – which was nice since I didn't like to keep things to myself that much. "Questions huh?"

"Yeah well, just stupid stuff really."

"Then if it's stupid why does it still bother you?"

God he was too damn sharp! With a groan I sunk deeper into the couch, covering my face with my hands. "They.. ask me whose the bottom."

It remained silent for a while and I didn't dare taking my hands away from my face. I never really knew how Marco would react even after spending most of my life with him.. This was one of such situations that I just wanted to sink even deeper in the couch and pretend nothing bad happened.

"So.. What did you tell them?"

"Nothing! I mean.. It's not like we did anything like that!"

The couch creaked a little, I know he was moving but in which direction I couldn't tell. It didn't really matter because soon I felt his warm lips on my ear. My cheeks were practically burning holes in my palms as for how much they were fuming, Marco could be so.. so..

"We could find an answer to that dilemma.."

"Damnit Marco." I lost that little ounce of self-control I still had left before I grabbed hold of his collar, pulling him in until our lips crashed together, and not in a sexy way.

"Ow.. Wow that hurt!" Marco said, covering his mouth. I felt so stupid, my rash move had ended up in a disaster.

I mumbled a nearly inaudible sorry, but he just simply laughed softly.

"Kiss it better."

"You sure?"

Marco nodded, crossing his legs over one another. His lip was bleeding slightly, which made me hesitant at first. Yet I did kiss him, gently this time. The taste of his blood was on my lips now, I noticed when I finally let my tongue slip along his sore lip.

I could feel how his breathing became heavier, our kiss did advance a little along the way.

"You.. okay Marco?"

"Yeah..."

It was simple math, the moment we passed a certain border there was no stopping it. His hands were clutching at my sweater and I knew where he was aiming at, so I did the same; my hands clawing at his back.

But at some point we had to break for air, linking our foreheads together as we did so.

"Marco.. why are you so fucking perfect?" I breathed, my nose nuzzling against his cute button one. Just everything about him made me happy, from his goofy smiles to the millions of freckles.

He just chuckled it off, reviving our previous kiss with the same passion and desire. Things had grown on us like that, just going with the course of things.. until I felt his hands grope my ass. I broke our kiss to look up at Marco, slightly stunned.

"Not good?"

"N.. No, I was just."

"Hey, it's okay if you're still not sure what you want for it.." Marco said in his comforting manner, his hand sliding my bangs up. "Cause honestly I haven't really thought about it either."

I kept silent for a minute, luckily he granted me that short while to reconcile with myself. "If you, like, could put it in. Would you do it?"

Now it was Marco's turn to blush, like the cute bastard he could be at times he averted his gaze. "It's not like I wouldn't, I guess I'd be fine with it.."

"You know you don't have to force yourself Je-"

"Then it's fine already!"

On his face I could see he was surprised with my stern approval, as well as looking rather panicked by his sudden responsibility. With both our lack of knowledge on anything close to anal sex things gotten off on a rough start.

And with rough I meant the moment he dared putting in the first finger. I screamed like a madman at the unknown sting in which his digits sunk inside. That place surely wasn't created for entering.

"Ow wowowowow! WOW Time out!" I chanted, trying to push him away from me with my foot. But he was persistent and kept moving his finger in and out of me. I would never be able to describe how it felt, a finger in there. I had never even thought of getting one up there myself either.

"Just.. bear with it a little okay?" I knew Marco wanted to sound reassuring, but the tremor in his voice said enough about how nervous he actually was. He pushed my foot away, back down on the couch where he straddled it between his legs.

I couldn't get used to it, I simply couldn't. Whenever his finger slide inside I could swear something was going to rip sooner or later. He became more forceful along the way too, his brows knitted in concentration, as if he was striving for some kind of goal.

But before I could tell him this wasn't going to work out after all, his finger shoved up in such a way that I cried out in some strange pleasure. My entire body quivered, tensing as I suddenly felt this desire well up in me. "F-Fuck Marco.. do that again."

"Huh? T-This?" Marco did the exact same thing, drawing another moan from me. "Wait, does it hurt or? I can't really tell?"

"I.. I really don't know why but.." I needed to breath in a few times before properly formulating my sentences. "God that just.. that just does it."

Marco was surprised, so surprised that he did it again – it was his little experiment to see how much I needed to lie there whimpering. His second finger got in, and I couldn't even really tell if I put up a third one as all I could think about was getting my hips to work down on them.

"O-Oh wow.." Marco gulped, if I wasn't in such a state of arousal I would've felt so embarrassed. But he was eating up the sight of me, I know he was.. "Should.. Should we move somewhere el-"

"If you're going to make me walk upstairs now I swear on your freckles I will shove my fist up your ass." I spat back at him, we could as well get it over with before I would get really edgy. Luckily he hovered over me soon after, his mouth finding mine.

Despite the limited space of the couch we managed to get into the most comfortable position possible. Marco had been hiding quite the erection while he fingered me, which surprised me as he grinded his prick along my genitals. All I could do was clutch to his tanned shoulders, begging him to get that cock inside of me.

Of course Marco was considered, and surprisingly prepared when he suddenly fished a condom out of the back pockets of his jeans. "Precautions." He opted as he slid it on like a pro – the bastard even got himself a lubricated one.

However I got all excited and ready for it, I was far from ready when he actually got the tip to push in. I was stretched around him beyond belief and the same feeling I had just a while ago had gone. I was once again gritting my teeth to cope with the stinging pain. Yes, he was definitely thicker than I had anticipate.

"Oh, Oh God Jean.. it's in!" Marco stammered, that raw edge to his voice got me to grin.

"Feels good to be inside?" I asked breathless.

"… Fuck yeah."

It was like a thrill hearing Marco spew such lewd words, Marco hardly ever scolded.. which was a waste because he was hot when he did.

He gently started moving into me, and I desperately awaited to regain that electrifying feeling his fingers had given me earlier. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hands on my hips as Marco tried to get a steady pace going.

To think that I ended up quite enjoying this, it wasn't as bad as the fingers. I made sure to give the guy some moans of approval to boost his self-esteem.. as well as his cock.

But that same feeling from before didn't come back, I wondered why it didn't. My eyes took in the sight of Marco forcing himself in and out of me, his eyes were squeezed close as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip – which still looked a little bruised from before. He looked hot, masculine.. just everything was so sexually stimulating that I momentarily forgot what I wanted to feel.

Marco was feeling good, and I guessed that was some sort of gratification for me as well.

Once he noticed me staring up at him he smiled nervously, inaudibly asking me if it felt good. I simply nodded, whimpering his name in a mantra.

"Do you feel it again?"

"No but.. just keep going."

I could hear him curse under his breath, though he was trying his best so I didn't quite mind.. that is, until he changed angle. "Ow! Haha, what .. what are you doing?" I asked nervously, he even sped up his pace – becoming more passionate with it.

The couch creaked under our movement, my hands clenching the cushions to prevent myself from being jerked around too much.

"Fuck! M-Marco, there!" When suddenly I was engulfed with that same sensation, pushing my buttons just the right way, I arched from the couch. For a moment it felt like things happened in such speed that I forgot how we'd gotten to do this.

I was completely swept away by Marco, the pleasure he gave me driving me insane.

We kissed for the longest time yet while his hips kept rolling into me, whispering hot and sweet words of love in between. Once he started to stroke me in line with his thrusts I cried out his name, time after time and he couldn't get enough of hearing it.

"Jean.. I really.."

"Yeah.. me too."

We laughed a little, my hands squeezing Marco's arm to encourage him. He was truly amazing, how up until our last moment he tried to make the best out of it. And even when we came in an explosion of sounds and our bodies jerking out of control, he had made our first time not only something worth remembering, he also made me feel secure about him, myself.. and us together.

I couldn't keep count of how many times Marco apologize to me, but in order to forgive him I shut him up with a kiss – reassuring him that despite it hurting like freaking hell, he had been gentle to me.

That's all I could ask for really.

The next day going to school, however, I cursed the day I had thought of the idea of letting Marco fucking me in the ass as my hips felt as if they were bruised on the inside.. not to mention sitting down caused me to feel hellish pain every time. People even noticed I was out of it, and out of all people Eren was the one taking the suggestion to account;

"He fucked you, didn't he?"

I settled with just flipping him off, thinking that he was the cause of my doubt after all.. But man… I really wouldn't mind to just.. do that again sometime.