Warning: More homo.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

FIFTY-SEVEN

The smell of sweet vanilla woke me up, ushering a smile on my lips. When I moved my head, smooth hair brushed my forehead, trickling me and making me chuckle lowly. I inhaled it. More vanilla. I sighed deeply at the luscious odor as I kept smelling it. I lent upward, but something heavy was over me... or someone; say, like, the cutest freckled being on Earth.

Marco was still peacefully asleep over me, completely comfortable and cozy, the sheets were still surrounding us. I smiled tenderly at him, rubbing his hair and twirling it around my finger. I looked at his serene face and though it was fucking adorable. I loved watching him sleep like this, so peaceful and calm. Then suddenly, he snored and I burst in laughter.

-"Hm? Jean...?"

I quickly covered mouth. Damn, why do I have to be so noisy?

-"Are you up?"- He asked and sat up, stretching.

I sighed, scratching the back of my neck, siting up as well. He was still on my lap, -"Yeah, I am,"- I said and gave him an apologetic look, -"Sorry for waking you up."- Yeah, Jean, he was sleeping peacefully, probably dreaming about you and you fucked it up.

He turned to me and smiled, -"You didn't,"- Then, he slumped over me again, our noses grazing each other, -"Did you sleep well? It couldn't have been comfortable with me on top."- Sure, Marco, throw yourself against me while asking me if I slept well. I laughed to myself at that, finding it funny and adorable at the same time.

I wrapped my arms around his torso, -"Oh, I did,"- I twisted the fringes of my lips into a flirtatious simper, -"You weren't uncomfortable at all."

He blushed at the comment, -"Well... who was the horny one now?"

My face went blank, slowly reddening. I was both stunned and abashed. Stunned, because that sort of remark was usual of me. I began to realize that Marco has gotten quite outspoken and naughty with me, and believe me, I didn't mind at all. I was actually glad. That meant he was comfortable with me and our relationship. Abashed, because he was right. I was horny yesterday, but hey, I couldn't help it. We were on our pajamas, alone, watching movies -which had erotic scenes, by the way,- and cozy on the couch. I desired to touch him and then things got wild, really wild. I touched him -well, we touched each other like we never did before and I didn't regret it and by his look, he didn't either, -"Fine. I was."

Marco giggled, -"You're cute when you're horny."

I pouted at him, -"Oh, I see how it is."- With hands cupping his face, I pulled him down to me and kissed his lips. He chuckled and answered it fervently, licking and biting lips here and then. We cuddled for a few minutes, rubbing our noses and forehead until we stood up and stretched.

We headed up and Marco took a bath first, probably still stained and now that I think about it, I was stained too. I wrapped my room up while I waited for Marco to finish and when he did, I picked my clothes and went in. While I took a shower, I kept remembering about last night with Marco. We were certainly more intimate, there's no room for doubt there. Again, we pleased each other and it was amazing how easily we managed it. Not gonna gloat, but hey, Marco's crazy for me and heck, I created a river of drool just looking at him. Even if he said I was horny yesterday, there's no denying that he wasn't as elated and excited as I was. He literally boosted my moves back there and when he lurched at me he really took me by surprise.

I came out of the bathroom, casual wear on, and smelled something cooking, like butter melted on a pan and bacons. My mouth watered and I started following the smell downstairs. There, I saw Marco cooking omelets, moving from place to place, picking the ingredients up and leaving them on the counter. Man, I really enjoyed watching him on the go. I literally couldn't look anywhere else. I approached him, hugging him from behind. He chuckled, glancing at me over his shoulder, -"I know you like omelets a lot. There was never a day when you didn't mentioned it at drawing classes at least once."

I laughed, remembering I did spoke about it often, even when Mom didn't prepared them. I was jollied that he remembered, -"I'm surprised you remembered. That was a long time ago."

-"Of course I do, dummy, you never stopped talking about it."- He said mockingly.

I chuckled, -"Oh, you're so funny,"- And kissed his cheek. My eyes traveled to his neck where several hickeys displayed. I trailed my finger over them, making Marco shiver a bit, -"About last night... I didn't hurt you, did I? Or offended you?"- The question was needless, but still, I don't want to stop talking with Marco about these things. I dunno, I feel it's important to communicate about these stuff, to communicate per se, listening to his opinions and worries, just hear him out if he has to say something and act cautiously on it.

He shook his head, blushing and smiling, probably remembering, -"You didn't. I would have told you otherwise."- The answer was kind of obvious. I knew Marco and reached the point where I didn't needed words to know how he felt and vice versa. Still, I can't be too credulous.

-"Did you felt good? Comfortable?"- Somehow, I couldn't hold my tongue. I knew the answers of these already. His face last night told me everything.

He nodded, -"And you?"- He asked, looking straight at my eyes, but he knew the answer already.

-"Awesome, that's how."- I replied, winking at him. I was amazed at his ability to work me that way, how he easily turned me on and gratified me. Again, the though the he had some kind of experience with these sort of thing nagged me, but it was unlikely, so I waved it off.

-"I'm glad I-"- He suddenly gasped and began scooping the chopped bacon out of the burning pan.

-"Let me help you."- I said and aided him, preparing the table, the plates, etc.

When we finished, we sat and ate, -"Oh, the TV's on."- Marco spoke, mouth full.

I laughed, realizing we left it on after our moment. I stood up and turned it off, returning to the table. For real, the movie turned invincible. We stopped seeing or even hearing it when we began making out. A small laugh escaped my lips.

-"Do you know you drool when you sleep?"- Marco spoke up, holding a laugh, mildly covering his mouth with the hand that bore the fork.

-"I do?"- Huh, that explains why the couch felt drenched this morning. I didn't payed it much attention though -I never did, apparently.

-"Yup,"- He touched his ear and pulled on it a bit, -"I had some in my ear in fact."

-"Oh, shit, really?"- I gaped my mouth.

He nodded, snorting, unable to hold a laugh for much longer.

-"Damn,"- I exclaimed, -"I guess I can say that I drool over you."

Marco finally burst in laughter, but I didn't know if it was because it was true or because the pun was lame as fuck, which I think it was, considering he already knew it. When he broke in merriment, he spat out chunks of eggs. I laughed harder, hindering my breathing. He quickly covered his mouth, his face red from the guffaw, -"I'm so sorry!"- And yet, he couldn't stop laughing and neither could I.

When we managed to subdue our mirth, we both stood up and began cleaning the table. I then washed the dishes since Marco prepared breakfast and then we just screwed around, playing video games, board games and whatnot until I asked him out, wanting to do some workout. Marco wasn't too fond of exercises, so I proposed that he accompanied me to gym while he sat somewhere. I didn't liked the idea much, thinking he'd be bored to death, but he wasn't bothered and said he'd take a book with him. We headed out after I changed into my training clothes and reached the gym. Marco sat crossed-legged on one of benches and began reading his book, occasionally glancing at me while I trained, specially when I lifted weight; he'd bite his lower lip and blush at the sight. Our eyes often met and I'd give him a natty simper which he answered with a similar smile or chuckle.

A few hours passed until I decided to call today's training adequate and walked towards Marco, who was keeping an eye on my stuff. He quickly gave me a bottle of water, noting how soggy in sweat I was. I sat beside him as I drank, -"So,"- I began, elbowing his arm, -"Enjoyed the view?"

Marco chuckled, his cheeks taking a light red color like usual, -"Plenty."

His answer made my body swarm in thrills. I looked at him and browsed him, -"Have I ever told you that you look wondrous?"- I said, feeling in the mood to throw some compliments at him and I wasn't lying there: he had a white Superman badge t-shirt, which was rather tight, and light blue jeans with his Superman converse. Today, miraculously, he wore his squared black glasses which made his freckles stand out more and he looked so fucking cute and hot at the same time.

He shook his head slightly, his eyes dropping a bit, -"You haven't, actually."

Ah, that's right, I've always kept it to myself until now, -"Well, now I will,"- I took his chin and lifted his head, -"You look amazing today -well, you always do."

He smiled tenderly, blushing, -"And you, well,"- He made a face, but tried to hide it by moving it sideways, -"You stink, but you look good on those."- He nodded towards my sweat shirt and pants.

-"Why, thank you,"- I kissed his cheek and pointed towards the direction of my house, -"Let's head back. I'm starving."

He nodded and helped me with my stuff. Back home though, two men in uniform stood there, arms crossed and looking around. Immediately, I placed myself in front of Marco and observed the men. They didn't look thug-y, but I can't be too sure. Then, I noted a crest in their uniform. I couldn't recognize it and even though it didn't looked fake, they might have stolen those. I began to step back until Marco spoke, -"That's the Family Department, Jean."

-"Huh?"

-"Jean? Jean Kirshtein?"- One of them spoke, squinting at me.

I began to shake my head, but Marco stood forward, -"Yes -I mean, he is."- He pointed at me.

-"Marco, what are you-"

-"They're just checking on you, don't worry."- Marco said and walked forward to the men, grabbing my arm and dragging me there. I began to pull on the opposite direction, arguing that they could be anyone trying to rob of us or something, but he didn't stirred.

-"Jean Kirshtein, correct?"- The man spoke, pulling out a clipboard from I don't know where, -"An accompanist will come shortly to keep an eye on you for-"

-"That's unnecessary, sir."- I stated, crossing my arms and staring at them both.

-"Pardon?"

-"I already have someone with me."- I nodded towards Marco.

They set eyes on him and raised an eyebrow, -"And who might he be?"

-"My boyfriend."- I said casually.

-"Your... boyfriend?"- He empathized on 'boy'.

-"Yeah, you heard right."- I spat, hating to be interrogated.

One of them snorted, receiving a glare from me, and the other shook his head disapprovingly, -"No, this is preposterous. You should have someone of higher authority to-"

-"Oi, Ross, leave him be,"- The man's companion spoke, placing a hand on his shoulder and looking at me, giving me a side smile, -"He'll be fine. He did alright all that time alone, didn't he?"

-"But-"

-"Let's go. That other kid is waiting for us. He needs help."

The other sighed and nodded, -"You're right,"- He turned to me, -"I will inform of this to my superiors, Kirshtein. Teenagers can't take care of themselves."

I furrowed my brows, -"Of course we can. Just wait and see."

-"Not without an adult."

I balled my fists and gaped my mouth, infuriated at him, but Marco stopped me, clutching my hand tightly, his face plastered with worry, -"Jean."

There I go again, breaking promises. I promised him I'd keep control of my temper, but here am I, about to quarrel with this guy. I don't know why, but what he said kind of bothered me. I've been taking care of myself in a while now, with help, of course, but I'm still capable and this guys comes and says I'm actually not. I think I'm big enough to make decisions of my own. I didn't need some guy from the Family Department to watch over me, some fucking stranger. No, screw that.

I breathed deeply, quenching all the fury. The man I wanted to punch nodded at Marco, approving of his calm nature, -"Your lover's company might prove beneficial for you after all."

I just rolled my eyes, although he was actually right, -"Just go already."- I snarled, unsettled with them in front of my house.

That they did and we headed inside, my stomach grumbling furiously. I rubbed it before Marco spoke up, -"Jean, are you okay?"

-"Huh?"- I whipped around abruptly, rubbing the back of my neck, -"Oh, them. Yeah, I'm alright,"- My sudden ire must have scared him, like it always did. I guess I grew really protective of this place and the moment they showed up, my anger ignited, -"Sorry... for worrying you."- I apologized, knowing how much my cholera terrorized him.

-"It's okay,"- He smiled tenderly, but I saw a pinch of fear in his eyes, -"You're really... protective with your home, aren't you?"

Yeah, kind of like I am protective towards him, -"Yeah..."- I supposed I have since Mom died.

After advising me to be careful around the guys from the Fam. Department, we boiled mac and cheese and sat to eat. We talked about a bunch of random stuff and when we finished, Marco said he had to study since final weeks was up next. I pouted, wanting to do something else with him, but I nodded, knowing how important finals were to him. He wanted to study in my room and after tidying my desk, I began to walk away, fully aware that Marco prefered the silence and solitude to concentrate, until he called me, -"Wait, Jean,"- I turned to face him and saw him toy with his fingers, blushing lightly, -"Um, I'd like for you to stay. Maybe you can even help me study."

I smirked, -"Aw, you just want me to distract you,"- I chuckled, walking towards him and planting a sweet peck in his lips, -"Of course I'll stay and help you."

He smiled tenderly. I knew he also wanted to do something with me, even studying and so I did. Marco was quickly to learn stuff and damn him, he knew all this stuff to the letter. We sat on my bed and I asked him all the stuff; he answered them all, never failing once. With Math, I helped him as best I could, considered I sucked in it, but he did most of the exercises. He still had a bit of problem though.

He studied for hours now, even though he already memorized all that, -"Hey, take a break, will you?"

Marco sighed worriedly, placing a hand on his forehead, -"Math's really going to be hard, you know?"

-"Yeah, but if you don't rest here and then, nothing will get in your head,"- I said and scratched my head, trying to think of something that'll relax him, -"Do you fancy hot chocolate and donuts now? I could go there and bring them here."

Marco's face lit up, -"No, I'd like to go with you and take fresh air too."

I nodded and we headed out. There, we ate and conversed, but it was mostly me trying to distract him from thoughs of his studies, considering how nervous he actually was. It's ironic, I'm the one who should be nervous and worried. I don't even know my grades to begin with -and he knew the material thoroughly!

I kept all that to myself though, not keen on making Marco even more worried. He did relaxed after our snack and we headed home again, holding hands all the time. He began to study again until 5 pm when I told him to rest for another bit. Since he wasn't ceding, stubborn ass he is, I though of another way to distract him. Besides, I was itching for his attention. I approached him from behind and wrapped my arms around his neck, -"Marco..."- I called.

-"Hm?"- He mused, scribbling some annotations from his math book, eyes carved on his papers.

-"You should take another break."- I buried my head in his smooth hair, inhaling his vanilla scent.

-"Just five more minutes."- He argued, not looking back once and yet, he didn't pushed my arms off.

-"Ah, come on, freckles,"- I scurried my hand within his shirt and stroked his slick skin, -"Maybe we can cuddle for a bit?"- I grazed my lips on his neck.

Marco shivered and sighed, -"I really need to study..."- As he said that, he lent his head to the side so that my lips planted on his neck.

I smirked, -"It's just for a few minutes..."- I whispered in his ear, making him shiver again. Then, I began to kiss his neck smoothly.

Marco moaned lowly, -"Jean..., please."

I chuckled and educed out my tongue and fondled it circularly against his skin. Shivering, Marco bit his lips and shifted his legs, possibly from staining himself. Traveling my tongue up his neck, I took a stop near his ear and toyed with his earlobe, what caused most of his moans, -"Nng..."

I dabbed his bellybutton playfully and tucked my finger in it. My other hand sailed higher, squeezing chunks of his flesh and tapping his abs. Marco, unable to hold his place anymore, moved his face close to mine and I planted a non-chaste kiss on his lips. Our tongues met quickly and danced in rhythm, our saliva smoothing it. I deepened the kiss as I caressed his torso, getting delightful reactions from him. We licked and bit our lips blandly, moaning and sucking in each other's breath. We parted after a few minutes and breathed deeply, drool trailing down from both of our mouths. I chuckled, -"See? You want the distraction,"- Marco cheeks lit up more than they already were. He turned his head away and looked down. I tangled my finger with his and gestured him to stand up, -"Come on, there's more."

He stood up, unable to resist anymore and I pushed him to bed gently. I placed myself over him, resting my arms over him, and lifted his shirt, completely exposing his torso. I browsed his abdomen, licking my lip a bit lecherously before leaning down and landing my mouth on his chest. I kissed and bit everywhere throughout his chest, specially his adorable belly button; I ran my tongue in it and Marco breathed out several moans. When I ended up in his nipple, Marco quavered and I knew I discovered another sensitive spot on his body. My lips twisted into a grin as I licked it lustfully and Marco groaned loudly. Desiring to get his every reaction, I sucked on it, harshly, letting it's succulent moist in. Marco moaned louder and profoundly, profuse in pleasure, teeming my room. It then hardened and I bit it gently, not wanting to hurt him. Marco gripped my bed's sheets and lent upward abruptly, shivering madly, a wild bleat escaping his lips.

A bit scared, I moved up and observed his face. It was completely red, as if it were swollen, -"Hey, easy, are you okay?"- I asked, my stomach churning at his sudden reaction while pulling down his shirt. Damn, if I could pull something like that out him in this small activity, I can't imagine his reactions at sex. My body thrilled just thinking about it.

He nodded quickly, muttering an 'mjum', abashed at his own reaction.

I noted a few drops of saliva cascading down from his mouth. I wiped them off with my thumb and then placed my hand on his cheek, -"That was... pretty loud."

He clicked his tongue and pulled me down, smashing our lips together. We cuddled and made out furiously for the rest of the evening.