NO HOMO. I REPEAT, NO HOMO! (yeshmo yeshomo yeshomo XD)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

FIFTY-SIX

After the nap, I though we'd go down, watch a movie and eat popcorn all night, but when Marco asked me for a second round, I could hardly deny. It did surprised me though. I believed that'd be my sort of thing, but since I didn't want to screw up what we had up until now, I held my tongue. Marco was really, really horny, to be frank, but I that was normal after a month without even seeing each other -and hey, I couldn't talk much either. I didn't complained once and I really enjoyed that second round of masturbating the shit out of each other.

But then, there was a third... and a fourth round. The third was his requisition and the fourth was... mine. It was glorious, I can't lie -and also passionate. We both pleased each other again and again.

Oh man, I sighed deeply after taking a long ass bath, washing off all the cum between my legs. I walked out of the bathroom in my pajamas and slumped onto bed. Marco was reading one of his book and when I bounced in bed, he accidentally dropped it. He really wasn't paying much attention to it anyways. It was 2 in the morning and he was drowsy. I picked his book and placed it on the night table, -"Hey, time to sleep, freckles. You have school tomorrow,"- Well, damn me for reminded us both. I attempted to fix it, -"Well, you don't have to go. Christmas break is just around the corner and teachers tend loaf a lot."

Marco's eyes widened as if he just woke up, -"Oh shit, you're right!"- He said, quickly standing up and packing his school backpack.

My eyes went wide at his curse, my mouth gaped, but my sides twisting into a smirk, -"Woah, you just cursed!"- I exclaimed, walking towards him and wrapping my arm around his shoulder, -"You're spending too much time with me, you know."

He smiled and blushed at the fond memory of our night.

I took his chin and moved it towards me. I kissed him again passionately, playing with his lips before parting, -"And I love to spend time with you."

He blushed more as he looked me in the eye with passion, -"And I with you."

I kissed his cheek, his sweet words always warming me, -"Let's do something. Wanna watch a movie?"- I asked, wanting to spend even more time with him.

-"I wish,"- He said, his face dropping, -"But I really have to sleep. I have school tomorrow."

I pouted, crossing my arms.

He gripped my crossed arms and began shaking me, -"Please, don't make that face, I'm sorry."

I chuckled, messing his hair, -"It's fine, freckles,"- I pointed to my bed, -"Go to bed, I'll watch you like a guardian angel."

He blushed again, -"But... where will you sleep?"

-"I got a futon somewhere. Don't worry, ol' Jean sleeps anywhere."

Marco laughed, -"If you say so."

He began to turn around and walk towards bed until I stopped him by the arm, turned him towards me and kissed him again, hands on his head. He answered quickly, wrapping his arms around me, expecting it, already accustomed to my habits. I caressed his cheek when we parted, -"Back there... that was amazing,"- I spoke, feeling my own cheeks warm up as I remembered the event, -"You're cute when you're horny."

His cheeks flared up, but he made a face, -"I wasn't horny..."

I arched an eyebrow, smirking. I brought it out of him then.

He bit his lips, trying to prevent a smile from growing, fully aware that I was right. The way he kissed me told me that much -and when he asked for another go? Ha. I enjoyed every second of it, but above all, I felt loved and cared. Marco was the man of my life and I wouldn't trade our time together for anything -yeah, even the ugly ones. Those 'ugly ones' are the ones that got me here; I learned from my mistakes, from my blunders and my uncontrollable breakdowns.

Also, seeing Marco very aroused was idyllic to me. It brought me satisfaction whenever I pleased him, made him feel good and comfortable with me. Oh, and I loved it even more when he pleased me. I just wanted Marco to feel at ease with me, not make him regret having shared intimate moments with me and to be honest, I wanted us to be even more intimate.

Marco gave me another kiss before heading to pack his stuff. I watched him move around, checking if he had all the books and notebooks, pencils, etc. with a smile, admiring every inch of him, like a kid drooling at the sight of his crush. While he did that, I headed to the depot in the hallway and pulled out an old futon, which was still comfortable, and dropped it on my room beside my bed and naturally, Marco. We both went to sleep and I knew Marco enjoyed when I rubbed his hair, it made him drowsy and helped him sleep. So considering I couldn't go to school until next semester and he had to go tomorrow, I sat beside him and started caressing his head in a particular movement he liked. In a minute, he fell asleep and I laid down on the futon, sighing in pure joy.

-"Yeah, I'm up. I'll change right away."

I heard rustling nearby and quick footsteps, slowly waking me up. When I opened my eyes, I met with a sharp ray of light. I hissed and shifted position, away from the bothersome light and again, I opened my eyes... and met a prodigious back. Marco's, duh. He was changing and he just took off his shirt. He picked up the school's and began rubbing a towelette against it; I took that chance to ogle his nicely toned back, unconsciously drooling and tainting the futon. I whistled in that flirty way kids do to girls and Marco jumped, startled, -"Oh, Jean, I'm sorry I woke you up,"- His cheeks flared up when he realized he faced me half naked, -"Um..., did you sleep well?"

-"Mjum."- I mused, still admiring the sight before me, browsing through those abs of his.

His face reddened even more, -"Hey, don't look at me like that!"- He said, throwing the pillow near him to me.

I shoved it away, laughing out loud, -"Sorry, can't help it,"- And before I knew it, he bounced onto my bed -wait, my bed? I sat up and just realized I was on my bed. Didn't I sleep in a futon? -"Hey, was I sleepwalking last night?"- I asked.

He smiled, -"No, I moved you here when I woke up,"- He rubbed his flared cheeks with his finger, -"I though you'd sleep better."

I smiled broadly, feeling my chest warm up as I launched at him, hugging him and kissing his cheek continuously. He chuckled, hugging me back, -"Why are you so damn adorable?"- I asked, still kissing him.

He laughed and we laid in bed after he dressed up, just cuddling and kissing for a few minutes until Marco stood up, hearing his cue to go, -"I have to go, Jean."

I pouted, throwing my head back in my pillow and crossing my arms, -"Fine,"- After giving me another kiss, I took his hand and squeezed it tight, -"Marco, please... be careful."- I begged, remembering the condition the school was in when I left.

Marco stared at me for a few seconds before nodding, -"I will."- And began walking away.

-"Hey,"- I spoke again, making him turn around again, -"I'll be waiting for you."

He nodded, a blush on his cheeks before disappearing from my room.

I sighed again, feeling all empty now. I shook my head at the though, no, no, no, don't feel like that. He'll come back soon. Above all, I was sick worried. That school was a living hell for students like him; nerd, homosexual, compassionate... damn, the list was long. I wish I could go and keep an eye on him or -wait, what's stopping me? The school wasn't so far, so...

I shook my head again, a bit faster. No, Marco was clever and capable of defending himself. Even if the school's in upheaval, he wants to finish the semester and get his grades. I'm positive half the students there have already dropped off, but not Marco. He was brave, I'll give him that. In my opinion, he should just finish with what he had already -and they're all A's, so he could just chill out- but no, he had to be stubborn too and no matter what I told him, I couldn't change his mind. He's determined, so maybe I should just give him his space over there and besides, I have my own stuff to do, like for starters, cleaning my room and getting it cozy for him.

My room wasn't the only place that needed my attention and as I worked, I kept remembering of my glorious night with Marco, bringing up a smile to my face. I sighed continuously in joy, thinking I couldn't wait until he arrived to spend more time with him. I even checked if I had spare popcorn around to watch movies tonight and when I found the last pack, I jumped in joy like a girl with enthusiasm. Today was Friday, after all, and next week is finals week so I had a load of time with him.

When I finished cleaning my house and eating breakfast, I headed out to jog and ended up in the free gym only to find it empty -except for a few people minding their own business, not familiar faces though. There was only one, that guy... Gustave, was it? I walked towards him,-"Hey, where's everyone?"- I asked, glancing around me, but finding no one else. I really felt like teaching someone to train today, since it's been awhile, but I guess that won't be the case.

I received a cold shoulder from the man though. He didn't answered me.

-"Is everything alright?"- I asked again, wondering what was wrong with him.

Now, he glared and pointed at me menacingly, -"If I knew I was letting a homo train me from the start, I wouldn't have come all those days. The rest though so too."

I tilted my head, -"Wait, what...,"- Oh, I get it. It must have been those girls, -"Ah shit, figured,"- I sighed, feeling a bit down and angry all over again. I really had high hopes for this little place. I also felt like punching the fuck out of this guy, but if I learned anything, it was that it was best to avoid trouble, -"Fine. If that's what you want to do, go ahead, but I'm still doing workout."- I waved him off and headed to the weights.

-"Not even denying it, eh? The gall."- He spat, shaking his head disapprovingly.

-"Like hell I would."- I replied, lifting weight while looking up to the sky, trying to calm my growing ire. Come on, Jean, just ignore him.

-"You know there's a special place for your type in hell? God's light purifies the vile and hog like you."- Another "faithful" threatening me. Great. It wouldn't be the first time.

I stuck my tongue out, -"Heard it before and I'm still here."

-"Not for much longer."

I leapt up, startled at his words, thinking he'd attack me, but there he was, just pacing around. Oh, right. These guys were mostly all-talk. Still, I won't get carefree now. He could jump at me anytime if I get nonchalant. "Words can hurt more than a weapon" actually depended on who's saying it -I think it stings more if you know the person. Otherwise, I doubt a punch will hurt less than words. Like, I can break someone's nose -which I did- and it will stay broken. Words? I can just flutter them off. Again, it depended on who's saying it. Point is, a punch will hurt me more than a few threats from this guy.

He didn't dared attack me throughout the morning, but he did spilled obscenities about me to the rest of the people present, which were mostly lies, like for example: hearing me speaking blasphemy about God in front of church while wearing undue robes, the kind that the effeminate wore, meaning he loathed those as well, and saying that I accustomed to tie my lover on bed with chains and used a whiplash to harness him. He crossed the line there. I would never do that sort of thing with Marco, I would never hurt him again and specially not like that, so I went to the group and spoke up -of course, he called me a meddlesome, peaking in where I'm not wanted, but I had to speak up. If I didn't, then those lies are prone to be believed or considered. Most of the present people already believed him, others asked him how the hell does he knows that and the rest gave no fucks. My words clarified some and for others, I made it worse.

At any rate, the gym went hollow and I was left alone, jogging on what felt like Old West. I was a bit sad, to be honest, but mostly disappointed. I didn't dwell on it though and when I saw a shred of pearl-white, I jumped up in joy and ran home. There, I greeted Marco with a hug and helped him with his stuff, -"So,"- I began, hopping on my bed like a child, -"How was your day?"

Marco sighed tiredly, clearly deadbeat, -"Wearing, but I'm -Jean, be careful! You're going to-"

And just then, I misstepped and before I could clash on the floor, Marco rushed to me and attempted to stop my fall, but instead, I plunged on him, "Ow, ow, ow, fuck,"- I whined and looked down at Marco. I drew out my flirtatious face, -"It was all part of my plan, just to make it clear."

Marco laughed, his latter exhausted expression fading, -"Yeah, sure."

-"Just watch."- I closed the space between us and kissed him passionately and gently, not wanting to push things, considering he didn't had an easy day. Yet, he answered, placing his hands on my face. It brought me joy that even when tired, Marco kept his happiness -well, maybe I made him happy and that brought even more joy to me.

We stood up and he took a bath, complaining about being all sweaty. When he came out, we prepared dinner and after eating, -"Wanna go for a walk? Maybe drink hot chocolate and eat donuts on the cafeteria? We could lick ourselves out."- I asked with a smirk, remembering that time we played with the donut's cream and then, by my proposal, we licked the cream off our faces.

Marco blushed, remembering too, -"Okay."- He nodded and we headed out, holding hands.

We started talking about random stuff until two recognizable girls approached us, hands on hips, -"Oh, look, it's gay-Jean."

I sighed and rolled my eyes. Jessica and Hannah. Great, -"Hey, haven't you done enough already?"

-"Got any friends left?"- They laughed and I knew they were referring to the people at the gym. Then, they set eyes on Marco and my protective self woke up, -"Is that your boyfriend? How's the closet?"

I gazed at Marco to see how he was. He stared at the girls in confusion, wondering what was going on, albeit temporarily. He quickly caught on and gazed at me worriedly. I smiled and he knew I'll pull out something in a few seconds, -"Amazing, if you ask me,"- I said and lent towards Marco, grazing my lips on his. He looked at me, puzzled, but decided to follow the current and kissed me fervently like always. With one eye, I glanced at the girls, who were staring at us wistfully, wishing I would do the same with them. When Marco and I parted, I grinned at the girls, -"Better than yours."

The girls were stunned at my comment -and Marco too, but he was more curious and troubled as to why I dragged him into an act of mockery, something that didn't bode him well.

Then, the girls gasped and started yelling at me, -"You're so mean!"- And stormed off.

I watched them go, unable to hold a laugh, -"Oh, that felt good."

Marco turned to me, slapping my elbow with the back on his hand, his eyebrows a bit furrowed, -"Why did you do that?"

I explained him the whole situation, -"I dunno, I felt it right to retaliate."

Marco lowered his head. He sighed and nodded, -"I guess I understand."- And yet, I saw his lip's fringe curl in disapproval.

I smile in spite of myself. He has always been nonviolent and preferred the peaceful route out of problems. I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek, -"I'm sorry, I won't do it again."- I apologized, thinking things might have been a bit different if I acted otherwise, like maybe they wouldn't hate me so much like now. Still, I can't deny how good it felt when those girls stared at our kiss in awe.

He looked at me skeptically and chuckled, -"Sure, sure."

-"Hey, I mean it."- It really depended on the situation.

-"I know."- He smiled and gave me another kiss before we reached the cafeteria.

There, we ordered two hot chocolates and two donuts, one graced in vanilla and the other in chocolate. We sat down and while we ate, I inquired Marco about school. I gathered that things there didn't look pretty at all. Marco said that the bullying has increased ever since I left and that Levi and Nathaniel's gang are the ones trying to set things right. Odd, I though. Nathaniel was more focused on rights, unless Levi joined, which was odd too.

Marco also mentioned that there was a petition to entitle Levi as principal and that he already signed it. I'll sign it too when I get there. If anyone can set the school right, it's him. The current principal has been absent all this week, probably undesired to cope with issues like those, all which hindered the situation more. If there is no higher authority, who will people consult?

I sighed often, my stomach whirling at his recital. I shivered just thinking about going there next semester. Honestly, I don't want to entangle myself or Marco in that mess. The government should just demolish the building and be done with it, but then again, I'm already part of it.

While we talked, a couple was staring at us, muttering to themselves while keeping secrecy. Actually, it was the same couple that caused my breakdown right here a few months ago. Now? I'm different, I changed, I just flipped them off, like Diego advised, and continued my chatter with Marco. Speaking of which, he noticed them as well and smiled at me proudly.

We headed home after the meal and watched movies at the living room. We sat on the couch and Marco sat on my lap, facing the TV. We had our hands and legs intertwined, but suddenly, I was getting horny. We were all cozy in pajamas and warm and he was over me. I wanted to make out, to touch him, so I began scurrying my hand underneath his shirt and played with his belly button. He, as ticklish as ever, giggled at my touch, still paying attention to the movie. Then, I grazed my fingers through his abs and naturally traveled lower and lower until they reached the borders of his underpants. I began to caress the area, letting Marco know I wanted access. He shivered over me and placed his hand over mine, slowly pushing it deeper. So, I went deeper and the movie turned invincible.

I started grazing his crotch playfully, tapping and pressing the tip gently. Marco let out low, but deep moan from his lip as cum leaked from it. I kept toying with it, fondling while licking and biting his earlobe, often traveling to his neck and sucking it. More cum, more moans, louder this time. He even babbled my name, -"Je... an..."- His penis hardened, cum leaking out of it more frequent, dousing my hand. I went deeper, sliding my finger with oily cum until it reached a narrow space between his nuts. Again, I caressed the area before tucking my finger in and when I did, Marco threw his head back against my shoulder, taking a deep breath and as he did, he gripped my hand from above, the one inside, while his other hand clutched the surface of the couch.

Before I continued, I glanced at his face; it was utterly red and saliva was wriggling out of his mildly opened mouth, -"Marco... are you okay?"- I asked with difficulty, feeling myself harden and hot as well. My throat blazed and the thrills were distracting me.

He nodded slightly and cooed an "mjum" while trying to lift his head up, but failing. He shifted it so it faced my neck and when his lips grazed it, my head darted back too.

I began fingering him slowly and steadily, receiving low moans, his breaths brushing my neck and pricking my skin. Then, exploring the area, I fingered him in a circular motion, dipping my finger a bit more and this time, I received a louder moan, so deep and profound that caused an erection from me. He jerked his head back again, tightening the grip on my hand and on the couch, -"J... Jean..."- He mused, cum dribbling out in volume, ushering an orgasm. I fingered him faster and faster, thrusting my finger a bit forcefully, spraying more and more cum -from both of us. Marco wheezed and puffed as he jolted my hand back and forth, musing my name a lot of times until he reached his climax and released.

He rested his head on my shoulder, panting heavily. I felt my shoulder drenched, no doubt from his saliva, but I ignored it. Slowly, he relaxed, his breath composing back to normal. I wrapped one arm around him after cleaning my hand against the sheets, and the other took his chin and lifted his head up so we could be face to face, -"Are you... alright?"- I asked, observing his face; it was plastered with satisfaction and blissfulness, his cheeks colored with red. He nodded with a smile, -"I'm... glad, I tho-"

But suddenly, he lurched over me and sprawled my legs, taking me completely by surprise. Before I could say anything, he smashed his lips against mine and kissed me madly. I composed myself and kissed him back just as madly, wrapping my arms around him and gripping his back, clawing my finger on his skin and pushing him towards me. Our tongues danced and toured each other's mouth, sharing saliva in the process. Naturally, we ran out of air, but Marco wasn't done. While undoing my pants, he trailed his tongue down my neck after biting my chin and toyed with my apple with his tongue. I was utterly turned on and aroused, throwing my head back and allowing an elation take over me, letting out a moan, deep and full of pleasure. When he undid my pants, he gripped my groin and worked me with the accustomed pace, not dallying, -"Oh, Marco...,"- I breathed out, letting my hands drop from his back to his hip and gripping it, -"Don't... stop...,"- I spoked raggedly as he jerked me faster, feeling my head heavy. Unwittingly, I swayed his hip back and forth against me with force, in the brink of ejaculating. I groaned louder with each stroke, my vision blurred as my mind traveled up and beyond to nirvana, -"Marcoooo..."- And when he fingered me deep within, I sprayed the fuck out.

We slumped onto each other, panting heavily, but still holding each other passionately. Our forehead joined, feeling each other's warmth and embracing. We were both sweating, but none of us cared, none of it mattered, it was just us. We both looked at each other's eyes and we didn't needed words to express ourselves: I love you.

We lent back on the sofa, arms wrapped around each other, as if we were teddies. I pulled up the stained sheets and hovered it over us, falling down on us like a leaf and surrounding us like a cocoon. I rubbed Marco's hair until we both fell asleep.