Sorry (again) for the late update u.u but I've kind of had a writer's block on this one and i started reading other JeanMarco fics to gather ideas and such :) it's all good now! You should check them out if you'd like: d'Amour et de café by Greece's kitty, Cold Love by unsaiddesires and He's got a boyfriend anyways by Anime-Ruined-Mi-Life.

THIRTY-NINE

-"Y-y-you're gonna stay… here? Overnight?"- I stuttered, feeling more butterflies in my stomach. After our, ahem, latter moment, having him staying overnight was… dangerous, to say the least.

Marco blushed and nodded, -"Yeah… I-I asked her."

I began to scratch the back of my neck nervously. I gaped my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I was speechless.

He didn't knew what else to say either.

-"B-but why?"- I finally asked, putting aside the obvious answer, the joy and nervousness within me. I was happy to have a best friend stay overnight, the ideas for entertainment were already forming in my mind, but I was also nervous since I've never had anyone stay over before.

-"I'm worried. I just thought I'd stay and make sure you don't do anything dangerous at night."- He said, aware that I was more vulnerable to depression at night and alas risking myself. Like, say, take a 12 hours bath.

I knew that already, -"Oh."

-"Is that… okay with you?"- He asked.

I blushed, -"Y-yeah… okay."- I said simply, but I was dying of joy inside. I felt like a five year old kid excited that his best friend was going to stay over.

He smiled, as if seeing through my faked expression, -"Good. I'll wait for mom outside. She's going to bring me a few clothes."

-"Wait, Marco… um,"- I spoke. He stopped from turning around, -"Are you sure? I-I mean…, after we… you know."

His cheeks blushed again equally as mines, both remembering. He failed to hide a smile, -"Y-yeah, I am. Are you?"

I nodded quickly, -"Yeah, of course."

When he left, I quickly began to clean my room, collecting all my clothes and whatnot and retaining them away. I knew Marco wasn't bothered by my mess, but I still wanted it furled, I didn't want to cause an accident or something.

I knew I had to speak to Marco's mom someday. By now, she must know about our… relation. My nerves boiled whenever I thought about it. She wasn't strict or anything, in fact, she was too nice. I still felt nervous though. She also wanted to talk to me about something, but haven't got the chance.

After a while, Marco came up with his backpack filled with clothes. I've nearly cleaned my room by then so I made space in between my cabinets for his clothes. Then, he helped me clean the rest of my room and when we finished, I realized I forgot I still had a mess between my legs, -"Um… I'm gonna take a bath. Or do you want to go first?"- I asked, a bit awkward.

-"It's okay. You go first."- He said, still rummaging through his stuff. His mom also brought him a few videogames and movies for us to watch.

I nodded and after I picked up what to wear, I quickly turned on the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly. I wanted to think about how to spend the night with Marco –excluding sex-, but no matter what, I ended up thinking about our intimate moment just a few hours ago instead. I knew it was about time; our sexual tension was empowering –well, to me, at least. I couldn't deny how glorious it felt and how desperate I wanted to touch him like that. I could still feel his hardened crotch in my hands and the pleasure of just being able to hold it. I was delighted. Overjoyed.

I also couldn't deny the fact that I wanted more than that, but I needed to control myself. Sex was out of the question right now. We managed to get this far, I didn't want to ruin it. I didn't want to make Marco feel like he was a tool. I wanted him to know I was serious with what we had.

I exited the shower and after drying myself, I put on a sleeveless tee and shorts and kept the bathroom as intact as possible for Marco. When I headed out, he was turning on my PS3, -"Your turn,"- I said, sitting in my bed, -"So, um… a movie first or…?"- I asked, catching him walking uncomfortably.

He took some of his clothes from the cabinets and started walking to the bathroom, -"I dunno. A movie, if you'd like. Mom bought popcorn too."

Popcorn? Well, I didn't needed that to survive from hunger; I bet Marco told her to buy it, meaning his idea of staying with me tonight didn't come from the blue. He thought about it since… well, this morning. More or less, -"Hangover 2 or We're the Millers?"- I asked, rummaging through the movies he brought. I snorted. Both movies were hilarious.

-"Well, I haven't seen We're the Millers."- He said before disappearing in the bathroom.

I quickly hovered the disk near the PS3 and let it suck it inside. While I waited for Marco, I headed downstairs and microwaved the popcorn. Its sweet scent quickly teemed the air around me and I lived a mental image of me and Marco watching the movie. Then slowly, throughout the movie, he began to move closer and closer to me while dropping popcorn in my mouth; sometimes I bit and licked his finger teasingly. Suddenly, he was over me and we started making out furiously and-

I slapped myself. Really slapped myself at the small porn in my head. What the fuck is wrong with you? I asked myself. After out intimate moment a few hours ago, keeping control was becoming a problem. I needed to stop thinking about it…; but how can I? I just… can't!

The beeping of the microwave snapped me awake. I pulled out the popcorn, hissing at the occasional burning whenever I held the bag long enough. I went straight upstairs. Marco was still in the bathroom. I continued to walk until I made a double take: the door was slightly open. I bit my lip, but then shook my head, No, Jean, control yourself!

I sat on my bed and wait. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten seconds… I abruptly stood up. Why was he taking so long? I began to pace my room, glancing frequently at the door. I did another double take. Was it… more open now? It's practically calling to me. I wanted to call him and ask if he was alright, but that was stupid. The urge to peek through it was nagging me. Come ooon, it's just one peek and it's not like he'll notice, the reckless and insensate part of me spoke. The part of me that went wild during me and Marco's intimate moments.

No, you can't! You promise him you'll have more control! But the reasoning and firm part of me kept arguing.

Arrg, fuck! It's just one damned peek! What could go wrong? I though as I silently tiptoed to the bathroom's door.

Seriously, Jean, stop.

The reasoning part of me was becoming really annoying right now. I ignored it and continued to the bathroom. Besides, I may never have a chance to see him semi naked. I had a troubling though at the back of my head that I've locked up recently: I though Marco wasn't too keen on having sex with me anytime soon due to well, his religion. It wasn't a sin or anything, but it was definitely ill-favored by Christians. By Marco? His mother? I… wasn't so sure. After our delicious moment, that thought crumbled a bit, but then again, that moment was short, –yet well lived and precise. We both managed to please one another. It's not like I took his virginity.

It's also not like I needed sex desperately, but I still hoped for it. I wanted an intimate relation between us.

I ignored those thoughts and knelt, closing one eye to peek through the small gap and ohhh, holy shit! I gulped a was drying his hair, rubbing it with one of his towels. I stared like for an eternity at his back: those small yet effective muscles burned and turned me upside down. What's best of all… he had freckled all scattered around. Freckles! He had freckled on his back! I pictured myself kissing and licking on those spots.

Then, a small drop of water began to slighter down from his shoulder. My eyes dragged themselves in motion with it and… oh my God. The water droplet landed on his buttocks. I stared in awe at that one hell of an ass he had. Perfectly round, stuffed and-

No way.

He had freckles there too!? And they were small and cute!

I let out a sharp squeal and gasped when he abruptly turned around. I stepped aside and quickly rushed to bed. Oh God, oh God, oh God.

-"Jean, are you okay?"- He asked, still in the bathroom. I heard rustling. He was putting on his clothes. Damn! There's goes my chance to see if he had freckles on his dick too.

-"Y-yeah… I am!"- I spoke, voice shaky.

Okay, Jean, calm down, I told myself as I breathed in and out. My heart was pounding rapidly.

When the bathroom door opened completely, I let out my final, deepest breath, -"I thought I heard you scream."- He spoke, coming out with soft Superman baggy pants and a plain gray t-shirt.

I technically did, -"Um… I almost fell, but I'm fine."- I said and shifted position awkwardly as he sat beside me after retaining his… um, dirty clothes.

He smiled, -"So, are we watching the movie?"- He sniffed the air and noticed the popcorn bag on the bed beside him, -"Oh, you already made popcorn! Thanks."- He took it and turned on the TV. The advertisement were still playing.

When Marco began to look around and shifting uncomfortably, I knew I had to do something. He was looking for a comfortable spot where we could both sit down and relax, -"Um, wait. I have an idea."

The earlier pictures I mentally took lingered in my mind, but I shoved them away… for now. I can't let awkwardness ruin this moment. I took my bed's sheet and spread it on the floor. Then, I threw my pillows along with it. Finally, I had a nice, comfy like-bed on the floor. Marco's smile widen as he sat down and laid back, head on one of the pillows, popcorn in hand. He looked at me expectantly as he patted the sheet beside his spot, -"Come on."

-"Um…,"- I bit my lip. I hesitated for a moment, -"A-are you sure?"- I asked. God, what a stupid question.

He stared at me for a while, his smile fading a bit and I immediately regretted it, -"Yeah, I am."- He knew why I was hesitating. Maybe… maybe being there all laid back with him wasn't such a good idea. And after our…

-"I dunno…"- I said, scratching my neck.

Marco sighed, a bit bothered, but his tone was still normal when he spoke, -"Well, okay then."- He said and laid back again.

The movie started then and I felt like a total idiot sitting in the bed. I sighed. I needed to stop this. It wasn't doing any good for neither of us. Marco wasn't angry at me or anything, but he was a bit bothered by it. I was doubting myself all the time, but I also knew I sometimes just couldn't hold back. Sure, we can watch movies like any friends would, but I knew it ended up differently for us. Like the donuts thing: we played at first, like we used to when kids, when we were just friends, and look at how that ended.

I decided to rest beside him and talk to him about this. His face lit up as he smiled. He knew I'd eventually come, -"Marco… I…,"- I began, clearing my throat nervously, -"I might, you know, do something other than just watch the movie… I can't always hold myself…"

Marco moved his head to face me, -"I know,"- He smiled warmly and chuckled, -"And I don't mind. Don't always doubt yourself, Jean. When you can't, well, you can't. No one's perfect."

I smiled at that. It warmed me just how understanding he was. It also flickered something else inside me. I then took this moment to talk about us, -"How was um, you know...; I didn't hurt you, did I?"- I asked forcefully. I wanted to make sure he was A-Okay with it and that I was pushing the right buttons. I can't screw any of this up. I also wanted to keep honesty between us. I always thought it was key in relationships, among other things.

Marco paused the movie and faced me again. His cheeks blushed lightly. He bit his lips in an attempt to seal a smile, -"Um…,"- He chuckled, unable to contain himself, -"No you didn't,"- He said, -"And it was great, don't you think? I mean, we both… wanted it, right? And there's nothing wrong with it."

Oh, I thought it was glorious and I wasn't lying to him, -"Well… I-I t-thought it was glorious,"- Marco chuckled, -"And yeah, you're right,"- I was speaking more freely now and less stuttering, -"There's nothing wrong with it and yeah… I-I wanted it… y-you were great."

His face blushed more and so did mines. I've been wanting to say that, -"Y-you too."

I almost lost my breath there –yet still, I leaned a bit so our lips could meet. We kissed and it lasted more than I thought it would. Our synch was precise. After sharing saliva, I pulled back slowly, panting softly, -"That was g-great too."

Marco smiled and nodded and I knew he was telling me that too.

We watched the movie and we laughed a lot. Marco had his head resting on my chest so whenever I laughed, his head went up and down, but he never complained. I was worried about him. The movie was hilarious, yeah, but it also had suggestive scenes that may go against Christians, like that part where Kenny was bitten by spider of some sort and when he lowered his pant, his balls were swollen huge, but Marco never quarreled about it. He just laughed and I was grateful; he didn't let the Bible bind him or ward off a laugh from him.

We laughed and laughed. The movie was distracting, but I now noticed my hand slither to his abdomen, scurrying below his shirt. After another while, I was slowly caressing the area near his belly button with my finger. Marco didn't complain, but he reacted above me at my touch when I toyed with it. He slid up his hand atop mines and intertwined our fingers. I smiled and kissed his neck. Slowly but steadily, we drew each other closer, our legs tying up.

We stayed like that for a long while and just like that, the movie ended, -"Want to play a game?"- I asked right beside his ear, stretching my body under his.

He chuckled and blushed, -"Sure."

-"Oh, I-I meant a PS3 game!"- I stuttered, feeling my cheeks burn.

Marco laughed more, -"I know, silly."

Well… I wouldn't mind one of those games either, I though and slapped myself mentally.

Marco stood up and put on Injustice: God Among Us on my PS3. We played in the same position as before, only now, my hands were above him, holding the controller and closing us. I knew Marco wasn't as competitive as I was, but we still enjoyed those type of games. Even when he claimed he never played these games, he still beat me. I started kissing his earlobe in an attempt to distract him so I could fucking win. It wasn't my best idea yet, -"Jean!"- He shouted, turning over so I couldn't reach it. I raised myself, sticking out my tongue in Marco's ear direction while concentrating on the game at the same time. Or at least trying, because when Marco tiredly slumped back at me, my tongue ended up inside his ear instead. He yelped and accidentally dropped the controller. I took this chance and attacked his character, which was Superman, and drained all his health bar and naturally winning. I was Batman by the way.

-"Fuck yeah!"- I raised my arms and shouted.

Marco laid over me, covering his ear with a pout, -"You're so unfair!"

I stuck out my tongue at him, -"Rematch?"

Marco nodded, -"You're on."

Again, I was Batman and he was Superman. As soon as we started playing, Marco attempted to block my view, moving his face over mines.

-"Hey!"- I said and started kissing his neck, sliding my tongue up to his earlobe as I kept my eyes on the game.

Marco moaned, his voice turning rough afterwards. He pulled back, -"Jean!"

Then, he started biting my chin from below, taking me completely by surprise, -"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"- I shouted unintentionally and that's when my eyes drifted away from the screen. Marco took advantage of it. Sure enough, he did one ass of a combo and fucked the shit out of me.

-"Yes!"- He shouted, lifting his arms just like I did a few minutes ago.

He laughed joyfully until I whirled him around, pinning him down below me. I squeezed his wrists tightly. He wiggled his body, -"J-Jean…?"

-"Yeah, congrats and all,"- I said, leaning down closer, -"But I'm not staying empty handed."- And without further ado, I smashed my lips with his, taking him by utter surprise and kissing him roughly. I bit his lips and did a tour around his mouth with my tongue, tasting his saliva which still had the sweetness from the popcorn we ate. He was still shocked and I wasn't giving him any time at all to respond.

I parted our lips from time to time to take air, -"J-Jean… I-I need…,"- He muttered but I interrupted him by planting my lips against his again. He was struggling under my grip, but I never let go as I kissed him. From anyone else's eyes, it'll look like I was sucking his soul out, -"I… I need… air."- He breathed out when I left a small gape between us.

That's when I paused and lifted myself up a bit. We both panted heavily and when I saw a trail of my saliva –or his- in his chin, I washed it off with my thumb, -"Y-you turned me on, you fool…"- I began to explain my sudden act.

He smiled, -"How? Like this?"- He lifted himself up and kissed my chin again.

I moaned at his touch and as if my arms couldn't hold me any longer, they crashed down on him, -"Yeah… like that."- He kept kissing me there, slowly but passionately.

And in a second, we were making out, arms around each other and kissing passionately. I may have started it, like always, but when I was about to pull off, Marco triggered me to continue. So I could say he started round two. I managed to hold myself from touching him anywhere else than his head. We rolled around several times, tying ourselves up with my sheets. I had my fingers all tied in his hair as we kissed in synch and Marco has his hand on my back, both of us pulling ours mouths even closer. Our tongues and bodies danced in the moment and nothing else mattered. I forgot everything, all my problems and I felt as if the world just spun around us only. The space between us was so thin, so irrelevant right now.

I really managed to hold off any instinctual desire to elevate this to another level. Gently, we broke off, but the space between us was the same. I was staring into his brown eyes, sliding my hand up to his face, -"Damn, Marco… that was… whoa."- I spoke in awe, a bit breathless.

He smiled and spoke, equally as breathless as me, -"You… too."- His chest went up and down, slightly grazing mines.

-"Thanks for staying with me…,"- I said, sliding my finger up and down his freckled cheek, -"I really needed someone. I… needed you."

He nodded, -"I'm… glad I can make you feel better. I also… need you,"- He placed his hand over mines, our fingers quickly netting together. He yawned before speaking, -"You're never alone, Jean. I'll always be beside you."

I planted a soft, passionate his on his cheek, smiling in the process, -"That's my line,"- He chuckled, -"I'll never let anyone hurt you. I'll punch the shit out of the asshole."

Marco laughed, -"I know."

Then, we completely pulled apart, untying ourselves from my sheets. We laid quiet for a while and then I absent mindlessly began to rub his head, my hands traveling through his dark hair. I watched him as his eyes began to close. He fell asleep in a matter of seconds. I smiled.

When I yawned, I realized that by rubbing his head, it had affected me as well. My eyes began to close and the last thing I saw before complete darkness… was Marco's peaceful face.

Damn, three chapters of 3,000 words for this part ONLY xD