Omg, longest chapter I've ever written xD but I think you'll like it (yes, more homo), it's very emotional. Others won't.

Please read: I've noted how most of you don't like the slow relationship development between Jean and Marco and because of that, I've lost followers, favorites and reviews, but that's okay. I'll still go on my pace though, I can't veer what I've planned for this story. I know you want them to have sex already, but everything's due to it's time. I'm trying to keep it as real as possible. If you don't like that, I'm deeply sorry. I may write a smutty one-shot to content you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

FIFTY-NINE

A few weeks have passed already. What to say, what to say...

Marco and I had gone out to more dates; one to the movies, a book festivity, the arcade and today, we were heading to the beach with his mom.

This morning, we were packing up snacks for the ride while I though about my recent entanglements with Marco. We've hooked up more frequently now, groping ourselves and everything, but considering we began to sleep together, that was expected. Is it late for me to realize I've gotten really attached to him? Yup, though so. It was just this long ass night I was feeling extremely lonesome and smoochy. Bullshit, Jean, you were just horny, I slapped myself mentally. Point is, I didn't wanted to sleep alone, nu-uh, so I asked Marco if I could sleep with him, ignoring the fact that my bed's singular and that we'd probably sleep uncomfortably, but none of that mattered to him nor me. He didn't hesitated and gladly gave me the attention I wanted, he made me feel loved and nulled every negative emotion in me. Eventually, we made out, passionately at first, but then it got hot and we fondled each other, pleasing ourselves like we've managed before. Marco was smooth allover, but it's not that he was uninterested, in truth, he was really interested, really eager. He was just... calm about it, not bothered at all, nothing held him back. He only agitated whenever I'd stroke and played with his sensitive spots, he'd moan and groan in pleasure, fueling me up, but other than that, he was chill. Our relationship was growing and our intimacy was leveling up. I could barely picture myself in the future, living together with him, responsibilities and such -heck, even marriage- other than sex, I can't lie. I've been thinking about it quite a fair deal.

-"Um, Jean? Are you dozing again?"- I heard Marco call me.

I fluttered my head abruptly and glanced at him, scratching my neck, -"Oh, uh, yeah."

He laughed and I guessed I said something stupid, -"Wake up, lazy head."- He messed my hair.

I yawned and stretched myself, leaning towards him ever so closely, -"You know what I need to wake up."- It was more of a statement. I raised both my eyebrows, awaiting for his answer.

Marco smile and gave me this "innocent" look, but he was faaaaar from naive, he was clever as fuck and he knew what I meant. True, some suggestive topics, specially jokes of double meaning, were above his mental capabilities -his neutral mental capabilities anyways, if he thinks about them a bit more, he'd get them and get right on track, but he wasn't fond of those. Makes him a bit uncomfortable.

He chuckled and lent closer to me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. Before he could part from me though, I deepened the kiss and pushed him towards the wall. I caught him a bit off guard, but he recouped himself quickly and kissed me back. Pinned to wall, he breathed deeply before tucking his tongue in my mouth. I ran my hand trough his arms and lifted them up, pinning them above his head while I toured his mouth. I pushed my body against his, reducing the space between us to nothing. I kissed him, my movements within his mouth unchaste. Our tongues embroiled with each other, hindering our breathing as we sucked the air out of each other and leaving ourselves groggy. Marco threw his head back a bit, trying to catch his breath, but I didn't stopped, oh no, I slid my mouth down to his neck and sucked on his slick skin. He moaned, pricking my skin and arousing me all around, inciting me to to travel lower on to his shoulder. I licked and bit his skin a bit sternly.

-"Jean, are you... okay?"- Marco asked worriedly, wondering where my sudden lusty behavior came from.

That's when I stopped, releasing his arms, but not because he pushed me or anything, I just..., -"I'm, uh...,"- I stuttered, not certain on the answer myself. I drew myself away from his body a bit reluctantly, -"I'm... fine, yeah."

Marco arched an eyebrow, dubious at my response, but before he could say anything, I walked away, leaving him mouth gaped. Well, Marco, I'm actually really, really horny, but I don't wanna push things and make you feel like duff and also considering you probably... rebuke sex. I spoke to myself mentally while biting my lower lip, debating on whether or not speak my thoughts to him, but shit... what if he thinks I'm just looking for a sex machine? Argh, I've been through his before! Again and again, I keep over-thinking!

And yet, I didn't said shit, tremendous pussy I am, and Marco asked me again. The guy knew me so well, he knew something was off about me, he knew I wanted to discuss something with him and he knew I won't say shit because I though it'd bug him. He kept telling me "Jean, it's okay" and "I'm not gonna get mad at you, silly" with that fucking adorable face of his that I love so much. I just told him "I'm fine, really, don't worry" over and over. Even if he didn't believe me, he stopped asking, for now, figuring I'd tell him sooner or later... which I probably won't.

We finished packing up towels, sun block, snacks, beverages and whatnot. Marco's mom will probably bring more. Marco told me she had a cooler around. While we waited for her, we watched cartoons and a few TV series. I couldn't stop looking at Marco though; I kept picturing him shirtless, under the sun and wet, his chest steaming due to the burning rays the star. Now, he had a sleeveless shirt and I hope he takes it off when we reach the beach.

I slapped myself mentally. Damn, Jean, you could write a poem... a smutty poem.

I must've dozed off again because Marco pinched me and I jumped in place, startled.

Marco laughed lowly, but it faded after a few seconds, his expression twisting into concern, -"You're... distracted."

-"Yeah, well, there's you."- I said, raising my eyebrows in flirty way.

Marco didn't found it amusing, -"Jean..."- He furrowed his brows.

-"Oi, don't look at me like that,"- I sighed and lent back on the couch, avoiding eye contact, -"I'm fine. Really."

-"You said that before."

-"And?"

His face wrinkled in frustration. He looked cute though, -"You're lying."

Damn his wit, -"I would never lie to you, baby."

His furrowed brows deepened. God, I really enjoy watching him frustrated and agitated, -"Jean, please, just tell me."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling my stomach churn and my nerves twist. Just... how do I even put it into words? That I wanted to bed him and have sex really bad? No! I can't tell him, I just... have to control myself. It's too soon for that and I'm positive Marco hasn't even consider it. Come on, Jean, after all the intimate moments you've shared? Really, no sex? You really think it hasn't even crossed his mind? No, no, no, no. Call me a stubborn ass, but I deny to reduce Marco into a toy for my sexual needs. No, never.

I began to shake my head and Marco placed his hands on my shoulder, clutching them tightly, -"Jean! What's the matter?"

-"I, uh, it's just a headache,"- I lied and stood up, shoving his hands out of my shoulders reluctantly, -"I'll just take some painkillers and it'll be fine."

He reached for my arm, but I evaded his move and walked quickly to the kitchen, faking drinking the pills. He followed me, but before he could lecture me further, a car honk resonated. I quickly mounted the car, greeting Mrs. Bodt and shrinking on the seat. I sat on the back row and when Marco sat beside me, my heart skipped a beat. His mom turned towards us, -"Ready for the road trip? It's pretty far."

Yeah, fucking Maria City. It's the only city that has a beach since it's surrounded by sea and not all were save. The only one worth going to was Shinganshina's and for that, we had to exit Trost and cross Rose City's and Maria's City's wall and then enter Shinganshina. Great. I never liked long journeys, made my stomach twist and my head queasy, but going to the beach with Marco, I'd go trough any wall. We rode off.

The ride has already taken an hour, including the few stops we've made for gas, ice, more snacks and gas again. We've already exited Trost and were reaching Rose's wall.

Marco and I haven't spoken throughout the ride, but it was just me. He spoke with his mom and tried to lure me in the conversation. I spoke very little, afraid he'd ask me what was wrong with me and bring in his mother to the survey. Even so, she perceived something was off between us.

We finally reached Rose's wall and damn, I felt light-headed just looking up at it. It was hugeee, 50 meters in height. All three of them. In the wall was an enormous gate that descended into a bridge between Rose and Maria. It was open all the time and it closes only on emergencies; like for example: an invasion, a plague, stuff like that. To reach Shinganshina, we had to travel through vast lands that was hostel for poor people and field work; farming and animal nursing like cows, goats, the essential. In the pleats of my memory, I remember that Armin, Mikasa and Eren lived here, or used to, I dunno.

During the trip, we stopped by a gas station to buy more ice and water. When Mrs. Bodt left, I shrank in the seat when Marco turned to me, -"You have motion sickness, don't you?"- He spoke with concern.

I sighed in relief. I though he was gonna lecture me again, -"Uh, no, what makes you say that?"- I burped and covered my mouth. He was right, considering I've been nauseous since we left -well, actually, 30 minutes or so since we left. How do you call motion sickness for long journeys?

Marco let out a low chuckle at my burp, then his face returned to concern, -"You don't like long rides?"

I shook my head, still covering my mouth. When he gaped his, I spoke, knowing he was going to apologize, -"It's okay, Marco. I can handle it,"- He smiled and I cleared my throat, my cheeks lighting up at the fact that he had kept an eye on me, -"You've been keeping an eye on me, huh."

His tender smile grew, -"I always do."

My face burned at the perverse though that he watched me when I took baths. I really felt like answering him with a natty response, but I held my tongue when his mom approached the car. Marco dismounted and helped her. Suddenly, I didn't saw Marco and my heart wanted to burst out of my chest, but then he came back with a sachet of pills, -"Here, for your belly."- He said, handing me a plastic cup of water.

I looked at the cup and back at him, -"Marco, you didn't have to. I said I can handle it..."

-"Don't be such a baby,"- He chuckled, aware I also hated to take pills or any kind of medicine, -"Just take it. It'll make you feel better."

I pouted and slipped the pill down my throat with the help of water. Feeling it scraped, I stuck my tongue out, -"Puaj..."- I muttered, making a face.

Marco laughed, -"You're so bad at taking medicine."

Well, how about you gimme some of your cu-

I shook my head rapidly, my face burning up. Damn my pervy mind!

-"Jean..."- Then came his mellowy voice so full of worry.

I just turned around and faced the window, looking out at nothing in particular.

I heard Marco sigh and return to his seat. I bit my lips at the spark of guilt within me.

We rode off again and after another stop, by my beseech, in which I just needed to feel solid ground, we finally reached our destination. Literally, I hurled out of the car and landed face first on the sand. It tickled and it was getting on my nose, but I didn't care. I needed solid ground, my stomach couldn't take the ride anymore. I almost puked once.

Marco was laughing as he tried to pick me up, -"Jean, you're gonna get sand on your nose."

-"It'shh finesh."- I muttered over the sand.

-"Come on, help us with with the luggage."- He was pulling me up.

I stood up and brushed off the sand from my clothes. I cough out some more before aiding Marco and his mother with our stuff. After dismounting everything and setting up a huge ass umbrella and few armchairs, we settled down and relaxed until Marco was begging me to go to the water with him. With those puppy eyes of him, who could refuse? I stood up, took off my shirt and began walking towards the water. Marco suddenly stayed behind and when I glanced at him, I saw him gawk at me. A smirk formed on my lips when he bit his lower bit while browsing my abdomen, -"You're not taking that off?"- I nodded towards his shirt.

Marco blushed and looked around, -"I dunno, there's just so many people..."

Marco has always been shy and even more when he's in public. I strode towards him, -"Hey, don't worry, you'll be with me. Just ignore the others."- I really wanted to see him shirtless under the sun, but if it made him incommodious...

Marco gave me a small smile, -"A-alright..."

Fuck yeah! I celebrated mentally and almost said it out loud.

Slowly and a bit hesitantly, he took off his shirt and it was if I was razed with light. I couldn't look anywhere else and he noted, his cheeks lightening up. No matter how many times we've seen each other's corps, we still get the same reaction.

After a few seconds of drooling over his body, I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the water. There, we splashed water to each other and my wish finally became true. I saw Marco wet under the sun, his body steaming as he lifted his arms to push the hair out of his face. Honestly, I can't get any harder. Just as I was ogling at him, a few girls near us were also staring -and at me too.

We sat after a while of goofing like kids, relaxing under the warm waters.

-"So, Jean,"- Marco spoke, grazing his finger trough the skims of the water, -"Are you going to tell me?"

-"Tell you what?"- I raised an eyebrow and acted all innocent. I avoided eye contact though, which probably snitched me off. Marco was an observant prick.

-"You know what."

I shook my head, -"I dunno, Marco, I think you're going loony."

Marco frowned and splashed water at me.

I laughed, covering my face, enjoying every second of his hassle, -"Alright, alright, I'll tell you if..."

He rolled his eyes, aware of my request.

"... you give me a kiss."

Marco failed to hold a smile, his cheeks blushing as he lent close to me and pecked my lips, -"Happy?"

I pursed my lips and shook my head, -"Nah. Gimme another."

He chuckled and gave me another kiss, but this time, I prolonged it, pulling his head towards mine. He was hesitant at first, considering this was a public area, but he didn't sulk on it and kissed me deeper. The girl's who were looking at us walked away. Good riddance.

The kiss was turning to be unchaste and I was getting harder and hornier by the second, so I ended pushing Marco as if we were in bed. He gasped and held himself with his arms behind him. I began to kiss his neck wantonly, trailing lower and lower to his chest, -"J-Jean... this is a public area. We should..."

-"I don't care..."- I mused, now licking his very sentient earlobe.

Marco moaned lowly, biting his lip in order to sustain it. He pricked my skin and aroused me, -"Jean...,"- He breathed my name and tried to push me away. His touch on my chest thrilled me, worsening the situation and improving it, for me anyways. My hand moved south, submerging under water to his crotch. I grazed it and felt a slight bulge. I grinned and fondled it, seeping my finger harshly. Marco moaned louder this time and covered his mouth, -"W-wait... there's people..."- He warned again.

But I didn't listened. I didn't cared. Mental images of us having sex were leaving me deaf and dizzy. Slow slide-shows of me penetrating Marco bleared me; his vehement moans, the sensations, the blissfulness..., I couldn't detain an erection.

I was making my way into his trunk. I was blind, but I knew the way. However, he stopped me, gripping my arm faintly, -"J-Jean... stop..."

I didn't budge. I was growing irritated. I needed to touch him, to feel him, I needed him to satisfy me and hear his pleased moans. In an attempt to fight him, I ended up pushing him and we both submerged into the water. I felt Marco quaver madly beneath me while pushing me up vigorously. Our lack of breath scared him and it made me snap from my lust driven actions. We both lunged up and panted heavily, -"That was... close."- I mused to myself.

-"You... you almost drowned me!"- Marco yelled.

I glanced at him and my eyes widened when I saw dread in his eyes. He... was afraid of drowning? What's that called? It didn't matter. An immense guilt was swallowing me, -"It... it wasn't my intention. I just fell-"- Marco's eyes were watering when he stormed away, -"Wait, Marco!"- I reached for him, but he already arrived where his mom was stationed.

Well, Jean, you fucked it up. Again.

Unable to face them both, I strode away and that's when I realized there were people looking at us. God, why the fuck don't they mind their own business? Guilty, sad, worried and angered, I stormed off and splashed water at their direction with my feet on purpose. Some of them yelled, but I didn't looked back.

After walking for a fair deal of time trough the sand, I managed to calm down and think clearly. I had my hands in my trunk's pockets, looking down at my feet as I walked. I sighed profoundly, wishing things had gone differently, but no, I always screw shit up. Damn it, what's wrong with me? I've been really horny and pervert recently, thinking nothing else but sex with Marco. I fail repeatedly at controlling my... thoughts and desires and in the end, I end up hurting him, the person who I swore I would protect at all costs. I remember last time something like this happened. I encored to myself that I'll never hurt him and yet... If I lost control back there, I can't imagine how I'd act on sex.

Marco's face was hunting me. I've never seen him so scared before. I... almost drowned him and I wasn't aware of my actions until I realized I was running out of breath. Did something happened to him to make him so frightened of drowning?

I shook my head, terrified at the thought. How am I supposed to face him and his mother now? He must have told her, he always does. I kinda wish he didn't had such a relation with her. It would've made this situation be-

No, no, no, Jean, what're you thinking? First, the naughty thoughts and now this?

I was literally smacking my head when I bumped into someone, -"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I wasn't loo...,"- When I looked up and saw Mrs. Bodt, I felt my heart on my throat, -"Ah, shit..."- I cursed.

I began to pull away until she spoke, -"Jean, where have you been? We've been looking for you."

We...? I inclined myself sideways and spotted Marco behind her, arms crossed and with this... worried expression mixed with anger. Marco was pissed and was tapping his foot. His latter terror, which I entailed, vanished.

-"Damn, I'm sorry, I was just...,"- I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck and looking away, -"... taking a walk, clearing my mind."

She sighed too, -"Well, let's get going, alright? It's getting late,"- She knew what was up, but she wanted to leave it between me and Marco, which I'm glad. We went to a small office and a guy went to pick up the umbrella when Mrs. Bodt payed for them. Then, we mounted the car and stopped in front of a bigger office, -"Be right back. I have to pay for the ticket of the parking lot."

Now, it was just me and Marco. I kind of wish his mom didn't left. Marco still had his arms crossed and his face was wrinkled. I kept gaping my mouth, wanting to say something to cleanse the tension. Sorry, maybe? Like all the previous times we went trough this? -"Hey, I'm-"

-"Why did you run off?"- He spat, his brows furrowed and his eyes on me.

My eyes widened, -"Wha...,"- Well, shit, he was actually angry, -"Y-you're mad at me?"

He didn't said anything. He just kept glaring at me.

-"I'm sorry, okay? I messed, I know, but-"

-"We were looking for you! You disappeared out of thin air! We though something happened to you! I though you...!"- Marco's eyes were watering again. He bit his lower lip as he looked down.

-"Marco..."- Even though I did what I did to him, he worried about me. That warmed my troubled heart.

-"You know how bad things are out here! I though someone kidnapped you! My heart wanted to lash out, I swear! I though I'd lost you forever and... and... I can't..."- A few tears managed to slip out of his eyes. He clutched his chest.

I quickly lent closer to him and placed my hand on his face, -"Marco...,"- I lifted his head so that he could look at me, -"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hu- to worry you. I just... needed a walk, to clear my mind after what I..."

His eyes narrowed me expectantly.

-"... I did,"- I breathed deeply and made sure he was looking straight at my eyes, -"I-I need to tell you something, but I..."- I held my tongue when I saw his mom's figure around.

I quickly settled back and gave him a look that said 'we'll speak later'. He nodded.

The long ride was painful to me as fuck and Marco gave another of those pills I loathed so much. It made me feel better and eventually, I fell asleep.

-"Jean,"- I felt someone pulling on me, -"Wake up, we're home."

-"Hm...? Nhhg...,"- I mused, rubbing my eyes and squinted at the figure before. After a few seconds, it shaped into Marco, -"Marco...?"

He nodded and helped me up.

-"Are we really home?"

He chuckled, -"Yup, we are."

-"Thank God,"- Once inside, I slumped onto the couch. Marco stayed behind, probably saying farewell and kissing his mother goodbye. Suddenly, it all came down on me, like a downpour, the whole dilemma in the beach. I sighed, feeling angsty all over. I really need to talk to him, in fact, I told him we will when we get here. Once he was inside, I didn't dallied, -"Marco..."- I patted the couch beside me, gesturing him to sit.

We still had our trunks, mine was full of sand, which tickled my balls. I scratched it, bothersome and gleeful -kind of- at the sensation. God, I'm a weirdo.

When Marco sat, I quickly spoke, very tired of this whole situation, this 'I wanna tell him, but I'm afraid of his reaction' and the whole perverse thoughts in my mind, which were normal in a relationship. I'm crazy for Marco and sometimes, I can't help myself. This is my mind and if I see Marco nude in it, well, I might as well enjoy the image while it lasts. I needed to be honest and tell him all these thoughts. I once said that communication was an important factor on our relationship and I almost screwed it, -"About what happened in the beach...,"- I breathed out, preparing myself, -"I'm sorry, please, I didn't wanted to drown you. I..., you know that I would never do that to you."- And yet, back there, I didn't realize it. I was going to explain it further until he spoke.

Marco nodded, understanding me, like always, -"I know, Jean, I was just... scared."

-"I swear if something happened to you, I'd...,"- He shushed me and I gulped the rest of the sentence, -"Wh... what happened to you? With water, I mean. Why were you so afraid?"- Marco's face dropped dramatically and I knew this was frail topic, -"If you don't want to speak about it, I understand."

-"No, it's alright, Jean,"- He breathed and tried to regain himself from the pained expression, like the memory was grievous, -"It's... been so long since the last time I experienced the incident."

-"Incident?"- I asked, not liking the term he used.

-"Yeah,"- He nodded and I knew that's the term he specifically used, -"I was a kid, sixth grade, bullied often and there were these guys, bigger than me, who really abhorred me and I never knew why,"- I could guess why: his grades, his keen wit, his charming personality, all of those and more, -"One day after lunch, they followed me to the bathroom and...,"- Marco's voice trailed of at the memory. I felt his body quaver just like in the beach. I placed my hand over his and squeezed it, wanting to comfort him. Thankfully, his shaking subsided and he gave me a tender smile before returning to the topic, -"... they sank my head in one of the toilets for a long time. I was drowning, I was screaming, but they didn't hear me. I though I was dead, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't..."

I lunged at him without a second though and hugged him tightly, keen on making him forget about that horrible day. Also, I was mad. Anger was building within me and the more I pictured the scenario in my mind, the more fuel I casted into my wrath. Marco noticed and just hugged me back, -"If I ever find those, I'll... I'll..."- I was running a mental movie of me drowning those guys so they could feel what Marco felt. My blood boiled.

-"It's okay, Jean. The past is in the past. I'm here now and I'm alright. That's what matters,"- He soothed my anger, but then I began to feel terribly guilty for causing him to experience that incident and Marco, with his precise intuition, spoke to counter me, -"I know that wasn't your intention, Jean, but...,"- He parted from me and tilted his head, -"What was? You were... acting strange, the whole day, actually."

-"Ah, shit, how do I put this,"- I was rubbing my hair, -"Excuse me if I speak nasty, but I can't think of other words to put it,"- I sighed and let today's bounds go, -"I've been thinking a lot about... us and our, um, hooks up and our jerk offs. Ever since I began sleeping with you though, I've... though a lot about... sex... w-with you and I can't stop my mind from making up dirty images. I-I try to stop it, to stop myself from getting horny and hard, but I can't. Back in the beach, I... couldn't control myself. You were half naked, amazing, and I..., you get the picture. When I kissed you, my mind made up all the naughty images it could and when you pushed me, I didn't wanted the sensations to end, so I pushed you back and... you know the rest."

Marco was speechless, his face was ruddy.

-"I'm sorry, but I can't help it, Marco,"- I covered my face, feeling it burning too, -"I do picture you naked and I did think your cum was the medicine I needed for the trip,"- Trough a gap between my fingers, I saw his eyes widen and his cheeks flare up, -"For what it's worth, you looked incredibly hot under the sun."

No sound, just the buzzing of some gnats.

Then, he chuckled lowly, probably to sway off the awkward air between us. He reached for my hands and pulled them away from my face. I was embarrassed, so I looked away, but he moved it back towards his, -"So that's why."

-"Makes sense, huh?"- I laughed nervously.

He nodded, -"But it's okay, Jean, that's normal,"- Well, that's comforting, since those were my thoughts, -"And I... also picture you naked. I also think you'd look good on an apron..., without anything under, cooking something for me as I... stare at your bums."

My face was on fire. He... really pictures me with an apron with my ass exposed? And he ogled me while I cooked? -"You... you do?"

Marco nodded, his face just like mines.

My eyes widened next. I just..., damn, -"Woah, this is..., damn, Marco, I... don't what to say..."

-"I know what,"- He lent close to me and brushed his lips against mines, -"I love you."

I smiled, feeling completely relieved and jolly, -"Oh, man..., I love you too."- Our lips met and we held each other as we kiss fervently, in rhythm and never faltering.

We parted and Marco sighed, full of content, -"We should, um, wash off the sand. It's getting... uncomfortable."

I smirked, getting his back message -or maybe I just made it up, but I doubt it. I knew him and I saw how he tried to tell me something with his eyes, -"Yeeeah."

We headed upstairs and I walked behind Marco, the smirk still plastered in me. He looked back at me occasionally, his cheeks reddish as we ascended. In my room, he picked up some clothes and headed inside my bathroom first, but not before looking at me over his shoulder, a vivid blush on his cheeks as he whipped his eyes at me thoroughly. Slowly, but oh so effectively, he turned towards the bathroom with his particular alluring move.

My mouth gaped. Did he... did he just... seduced me, on purpose? He always did anyways, without his awareness; he never tried to, it's just that easy for him to lure me to him, but daaaamn, this time... he really tried and he really wanted me to go with him. Marco has never pulled a move like that on me before. Never. And I never though he was capable; he's sweet, he's caring, innocent, honest... it's the perfect guise!

Oh, I was so turned on. Like never before.

I took off my shirt and strode towards the bathroom. Inside, Marco had already turned the shower on and was unbelievably stalling. When he saw me, he bit his lip to hold off an excited simper. He knew I'd come by, he knew I'd get the conundrum behind his move, -"Damn, Marco, how did you pull that off?"- I strolled towards him.

Marco finally released a simper, -"Honestly, I don't know,"- He chuckled and bit his lips, -"How... was it?"

-"Are you really asking me?"- I replied and when I reached him, I began to push him to the shower, -"I've never been so turned on before."

His cheeks reddened as we entered the bath and allowed the water drop on us.

-"So, you want me to wash you,"- I whispered in his ear, -"You know, you could have just said it."- Nah, I really liked his gamble back there.

Marco shuddered at my voice, finding it alluring, -"I like mystique."

My smirk grew as I neared my face to his. We kissed passionately under the ongoing shower, the atmosphere really aiding the mood. Marco wrapped his arms around my neck and with his hand on the back of my neck, he pushed me closer. I wrapped mines around his torso, sliding and fawning my hand on his back, caressing his slick and moist skin. Our tongues met and toyed with each other, tickling both of them. We licked each others lips and rubbed on them tenderly. I then gripped his hair and pulled his head back gently. I ran my tongue down his chin to his neck and kissed it, gnawing his skin here and there tenderly. Marco breathed in delight, his fingers raveling with my soaked hair. I journeyed lower to chest and toyed his nipple. He shivered and purred, his body lithe as I slipped my hand down his spine to his trunk. I shoved my hand in and rubbed his buttock in a circular motion. While I did that, I bit his nipple playfully, receiving his satisfying reactions from him and ushering sensations in me, -"Marco..."- I mused his name as we kissed again, getting really aroused.

-"J-Jean... the sand is really..."

I snickered, -"Sure, the sand,"- I said and pulled his bathing suit, letting water inside the front and back. I then poked my hand in and began to fondle his crotch, brushing my fingers against it as if to 'clean' it. Marco groaned loudly, his light head slumping on my shoulder, and whined for more, so I scraped his balls and scrubbed his already hardened penis. He wheezed and bit on my shoulder, clutching my trunks tightly, and I knew I caused an orgasm. When I licked his earlobe and fingered his deeply, Marco mewled my name and reached his climax, -"There... you're sparkling now."- I muttered, my voice hoarse. Listening to Marco's satisfied and gleeful breath titillated me.

Marco chuckled, -"Your turn."

I prepared myself when he pushed me to the wall, it's slabs moist and slippery. I shivered at the cold sensation. While kissing me and sharing saliva, he drove his hand inside my bathing suit and after allowing water in, he swept my dick with his hand, up and down, using water as a booster. I darted my head onto the wall as blissfulness overwhelmed me. I gripped his trunks and tugged him against me, wanting him to feel my erection in his lower part. He worked me and rubbed my nuts playfully, taking a curve and brushing my ass. My elation increased and I was reaching my breaking point. I cooed his name countless times and groaned with each stroke, each touch. When hot images started to form on my mind, my crotch spilled cum endlessly. In the images, I was penetrating Marco's ass, right here, in the bathroom, while tucking my fingers in his mouth. His face was plastered with pleasure, drool spilling out of his mouth. I knew these were just images, so I managed stay my ground with effort and allowed Marco to please me. I kept wondering how it feels though...

I literally lost sense of everything until I released and collapse onto Marco. He held and hugged me. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then we really washed ourselves. I poured shampoo on my palms and rubbed it in his hair, creating foam and playing with it. He washed my hair too and we both lathered our bodies. I eventually got carried away and fondled his nipple with my finger, arousing him. He retaliated and yep, we did it again.

When we finished, we clothed up and literally heaved onto bed, both of tired from so much... stimulation, -"Oh man,"- I breathed peacefully and began rubbing Marco's hair. His back was over me, -"That was good."

Marco chuckled and turned, resting on his arm and facing me. He planted a kiss on my temple and cuddled with me, wrapping his arms around my torso, -"Mjum."

I gaped my mouth. There's been a lingering question on my mind and I couldn't adjourn it anymore, -"Hey, Marco, have you, um..., though about sex... with me?"

Marco stayed speechless for a few seconds before giving me a slight nod, -"I... I have..., why?"

That's when I realized neither of us were ready for it. Still too soon and I still can't control my stimulus. I don't want what happened a few weeks ago and what happened today to occur again, -"Just... curious."

His face dropped a bit, -"Jean... I love you, you know that, but I don't feel like it's time for that..."

I smiled, -"I know and I love you too."

-"I want it to be in the perfect place, perfect time..,"- He mused. Those words sounded more like thoughts, -"Sex means more than just throw ourselves to bed and fuck."

My eyes widened at his words, specially the latter one.

-"It's true love, there's commitment, passion and responsibility in it,"- He looked straight at my eyes, which were filled with fervor, -"I want to have that relationship with you, Jean, but there's still so much to see..."

My eyes couldn't widen anymore. His words stung me hard, they came from his heart. I felt kind of bad. I was willing to throw all out and fuck with him. I did considered his consent, but I really didn't though of sex like he said. I just though about my desire. He... really wants to have that type of relationship with me, one serious, honest and true. My chest tightened and a knot formed on my throat. Again with the emotions..., my eyes welled, -"Marco, I... never though of it like that. I didn't knew you though of it like that."- It sounded like sex with me is really important to him. I knew then that when we're ready, we'll know.

-"I never told you,"- He expression saddened as he looked away, -"It sounds childish and idealistic. I though you'd think it's-"

-"No, Marco, it's not,"- I interrupted him, placing my hand on the side of his cheek, -"It's touching and virtuous. I think ideals are crucial to success..., on relationships, anyways."

-"You don't think that in general?"

I sighed, -"In general... I think some decisions have to be made for the good of everyone, even if they're not righteous."

Marco looked away, his lip's borders curling in disapproval, but he didn't said anything about it and just nodded.

-"I.. also want that relationship with you, Marco... I really do...,"- A few tears slipped from my eyes. He wiped them off, -"But will you accept me after all I've done? Marco, I'm a mess, I can't control my temper, I get into fights without even thinking and I've... I've hurt you before...,"- More tears cascaded as I let my emotions out and wailed, -"I... I told myself I'd protect you, that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you and yet I... I'm the one who has hurt you more..."

Marco shook his head and moved it close to mine, our faces only inches apart and our forehead touched, -"Jean, don't think like that,"- He said, cupping my face, -"You're not perfect, I'm not perfect, nobody is. We all have our flaws and we have to work through them. They're what strengthens us. And Jean,"- He grazed my lips with his thumb, -"Even after all that's happened, I love you more than yesterday."

I cried. His words were just so powerful, so emotional... so veritable...

I tightened my arms around him as I weeped my soul out, endless tears cascading down from my aching eyes. Marco held me just as tight and I knew he too had shed tears.

I grew weary of crying, feeling like my eyes are going to pop out any time. I snuggled with Marco, my legs around his and eventually, we fell asleep.

;~; my babies

Edit: I know this is kinda cheesy, but I like it like that and I just need it after (POSSIBLE SPOILER) SnK chapter 77 u.u