I kind of took a while with this one and here's why: I had a writer's block and I've been reading Geography Club by Brent Hartinger and I have to say that it's really, really good, made me cry and everything. Would you believe me if I said I finished it the same day I bought it? Like I said, it's really good and I totally recommend it for those whole love homosexual romance novels.

Edit: Yup, that's the book that Marco's reading xD there's also a movie.

Warning: HEAVY homo (no, not sex, but close xD). Will change summary.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

SIXTY-TWO

-"Ngh..."- I shifted in bed, squeezing whatever I had in my arms, hearing a bugging knock somewhere.

Knock, knock.

I shifted again, with trouble, since something held me back, and squinted my eyes at the door. Who...? When I opened my eyes fully, I spotted Celene waving at me from a thin gap on the door. I gasped. The gifts!

I stood up quickly, without realizing Marco was still sound asleep. He shifted his body face up and groaned, -"Jean...?"- After rubbing his eyes, he yawned and stretched.

He was literally sprawled all over his bed, all cozy and tangled with his sheets. I smiled at his figure. His shirt was a bit pulled up, exposing his half of his abdomen. I had to hold the urge the snuggle a bit more with him as I lent down and murmured to his ear, -"I'll be down stairs preparing breakfast. Just sleep for a bit more, alright? I'll call you when it's ready."

He gazed at me and smiled, -"Okay."- He rolled over and cocooned himself with his sheets again.

I headed to the bathroom and changed clothes to a casual Batman t-shirt and some shorts after washing my teeth and arranging my hair. While walking downstairs to the kitchen, my eyes drifted to the flamboyant tree, which touched the ceiling and was impossible to miss. Below it laid the five boxes wrapped in Christmas paper. One was the PS4, the other was the books, all shrouded together, the Hot Topic ware, the PS4 games and... -wait... who was the other for? And what was it? It was small, fit for a necklace or something. Maybe for Celene? No, Marco would've told me.

I grew curious about it and inquired Celene. She wasn't sure, but then again, she was kind of evasive about it. I decided not to pry on it anymore, -"Can't wait until Marco wakes up. Should've told him so."- I said, retraining the egg box in the fridge.

Celene chuckled, mixing the eggs and pouring pepper on it, -"He'll wake up soon, I'm sure."- True, Marco was a morning person, unlike me. It's seven in the morning and I'm still groggy, but I did asked her to wake me up early.

After a few minutes, breakfast already done, I heard footsteps above me. I smiled broadly and looked at Mrs. Bodt. Marco's up. Unable to contain my excitement, I rushed upstairs and looked for him, -"Marco, you up?"- I asked, slightly knocking on his door.

I heard him giggle silently, -"Yup."

-"There's some- uh, breakfast waiting for you."- I said, smacking my head. Dammit, you almost spoiled the surprise!

-"Alright, I'll get down in a sec."- I heard ruffling, meaning he was changing clothes, meaning he'll definitely be down in a few seconds.

I literally felt like jumping around in excitement. I've never felt so cheery for Christmas since kid. When the truth was told to me, which was a bully's doing, I lost that sentiment that made me what I was. I had no reason to believe him, but when Mom clarified it for me, it was a different story. For me, it lost meaning and I stopped enjoying it. Mom still bought the presents, but it wasn't as exciting as before. I remember I always wanted to meet that fat man who I called Santa and when I realized he didn't even existed, that wish crashed onto me. Sounds childish now, true, but back then it meant much more. Now though, it felt as if all that was reborn. I still know the truth, but I felt excited for it and it felt wonderful.

I waited for Marco in his room, sitting on his bed, and when he came out with his casual wear, a simple 'Keep Calm, Superman's here' t-shirt and baggy trousers, he quickly hugged me, -"Good morning."- He said in a tender voice, tightening the embrace.

I made a soft, sweet sound as his warmth shrouded me, -"Morning, sunshine."

He parted a bit, but still had his arm around my torso, -"What's for breakfast?"

-"Crumbled eggs with chopped ham and melted cheese on top of it, toasted bread and bacon."- I looked up at him and pursed my lips.

-"Sounds delicious,"- He lent down and kissed me smoothly, still holding me. I moved my head a bit so that our mouths could have a better access to each other. After a few minutes of licking and biting our lips, we parted a bit breathless, -"Let's go."- He took my hand, tangling his fingers with mine as he led me downstairs.

This is it! I was making little hops as we walked down, keeping an eye on him, to watch his every reaction.

Like I expected, Marco gasped at the tree, but then he gasped again when he saw more gifts on the corner. He gazed at his mother and then at me. I kept nodding towards it, -"Come on, what are you waiting for?"- I said, really unable to hold my joy, -"Open them up!"

His eyes glistered at both of us before he sat in front of it and began to unwrap his presents. The first box was the books and he literally squealed like a fangirl at the them. He opened them up, smelled them and sighed in contentment, -"These are the titles I wanted for so long. They smell so good..."

-"Hey, open that one!"- I exclaimed, pointing at the bigger one, which was the PS4.

But he didn't listen to me and opened the other one, the one with the Hot Topic ware. He gasped at the shirt and hovered them before him, -"This is so cool!"- He took the beanie and put it on.

Again, I pointed at the PS4. He looked at it, tilting his head before gazing at me, -"Um, Jean, I think this is yours."

I lent back, surprised at his statement, -"What? No, it's yours."

Marco smiled and shook his head. He took the box and handed it to me, -"No, Jean. It's for you."

I took it and gazed at both of them -at Celene quizzical. She just smiled and shrugged, -"This was actually... for me?"- I somehow couldn't believe it. I mean, we bought it for him on the mall, that was our deal in the first place. Did they reached to an agreement first than me?

She nodded, -"Yup, Marco told me you were interested in it first."

I glanced at him and he nodded too. So, he also watched me that day, huh.

-"That's for you too."- Marco said, pointing to another wrapped present. The games.

I dropped the box and lent down to hug Marco tightly, murmuring 'thank you' a thousand times to his ear. He embraced me and replied with an 'I love you'. I stood up and hugged Celene next, -"Thanks... so much."

She caressed my hair, -"You deserve it, Jean. That and much more."

I parted from her and began to unwrap my presents. Yeah, I finally fucking had it! I can't wait to get my hands on it! While I unwrapped the games present, I realized there was another one aside from the ones we bough and when I separated it from the rest, I drooled at the Call of Duty: Black Ops III overlay.

-"Though you'd like it."- Commented Marco beside me, watching me gawk at it.

-"Like it? I love it!"- I said, completely overjoyed. I turned to him with puppy eyes, game on hand, -"Can I play it now?"

He laughed, -"Let's eat first, okay?"

I nodded quickly and sat on the dining table. We ate and talked about their agreement. Marco actually didn't expected his gifts. He told his mom to buy the PS4 for me without telling me, wishing to surprise me. Things went out a bit different: I then asked her to buy the PS4 for him. She agreed, she still had to buy it, without spoiling me the surprise and just went along with it. We were laughing out loud at how it all turned out to be. It was still a surprised for us; for me, it definitely was. To be frank, I don't think I ever though that they would get me anything. I just though about getting something for Marco.

Marco shared the anecdote when I saw the PS4 for the first time with my own eyes, when we went to the movies. They laughed at my irritation at the kid who wouldn't leave the god damned control for even a second. He added that I was about to push him off or something.

We laughed and chatted for another while and when we finished, I flew upstairs, unpacked the PS4 and plugged it in. Marco joined me, helping me set the my PSN account, which I forgot the password and had to reset for like the fifth time, set language, time zone, etc. Then, I had to connect it to the internet and redeem the PS Plus card to play online. I entered the code wrong, Marco was laughing at me, finding my frustration amusing, and after five tries, I successfully redeemed it and started playing CoD.

He sat in front of me, between my legs and rested his body over mines while reading one of his new books. I had my legs over his and often fiddled my toes against his. We nestled together within a stuffed quilt and snuggled. I had my arms around him, holding the dualshock fore of him. My eyes were locked on the TV, but I often nuzzled my nose in his hair and swayed it around, inhaling his vanilla smell I found so delectable.

While I waited in lobby, I tickled and pecked his skin. He giggled and stirred at my touch, eyes hewed into the book, -"Good book?"- I asked, curious as to why it had him so hooked in it.

He just nodded, muttering 'mjum'.

-"What's it about?"

He stood silent for a few seconds, so absorbed in it that my words entered and flew out of his ears. Suddenly, he jerked his face up, almost couping my jaw, -"Huh? Oh,"- He scratched his scalp, just realizing I spoke to him a few seconds ago, -"It's, um, about this guy that's homosexual who's not the most popular in school. His chat buddy on the internet is though. He keeps his secret to himself, but he actually wants someone to talk it to."

Wait... that's actually a gay novel? I didn't exactly read the description of any of the book when we bought it, just a whip trough, but still, I never though Marco would be so hooked on those, -"So, you like that type of novel?"- The match started and I averted my eyes from his book.

-"I do."

-"And the Japanese books...?"- I asked, inevitably remembering that manga farce cover in the library at school. I lost my shit at that, but Marco wasn't so scandalized by it, meaning he'd seen or read it before. It scared me a bit and I'm gonna be honest, that shit was weird and yeah, Marco and I have done similar things, but those Japanese guys are perverts and the though of Marco watching porn like that was skittish and somehow... profitable? God, I'm not making any sense.

-"Yeah, I have read a few, why?"- He looked up at me expectantly.

I grunted after some noob managed to kill me by shooting like an idiot, -"Uh, nothing..., just curious."- Or maybe I'm just bad at the game, but hey, I just started.

-"Are you sure?"- He pried.

-"Uh huh,"- I began to chew on my lip as I went face to face with someone in a higher level. We rounded each other and shoot, both of us managing to evade the bullet. It got really tense and I felt my adrenaline rush as competition brew. I heard Marco puff. For the last few minutes he was trying to lure my attention to him, but I was too absorbed in the game. Suddenly, he slapped the control out of my hand, -"Woah, hey-"- Before I could reach for it, he lurched over me and wrapped his arms my neck. My foe seized me, utilizing my stagnant state, and killed me, -"What the hell? I almost had him!"- I yelled, pointing at the TV.

Marco pouted and smashed his lips against mine, totally unforeseen. He ran his tongue in my mouth, licking my lips and teeth. He sailed out and slid through my cheekbone, reaching my collar and sucking on it. I moaned, his moist tongue tingling my skin, buzzing and thrilling my body in response.

-"That book's getting you... randy, eh?"- I commented, a simper on my face.

He parted from me and looked at me in the in the eye, -"Curious? You sure?"

I sighed. Again with the manga, -"Yeah..."

He raised an eyebrow, -"You know the stuff we do isn't so different, right?"

Images of our past briskness flashed by and I conceded his point. My face lit up. He was right, it really wasn't so different, so why did I avowed it as a perversity? Well, the book and it's author were perverse, but I'm not any less either, -"Fine. I get your point."- I said, looking away, my face completely red in both titillation and shame. Shame; it wasn't because of me and Marco's intimacy, it was because I judged a guy of perversity and I wasn't any different than him.

Marco chuckled and kissed me again, sweetly, -"I love you, Jean, and I have no regrets of what we've done."

I smiled at that, -"Me neither, Marco, me neither..."

- "Now you can keep playing."- He said as he turned around again, taking the book with him.

-"Nah, fuck that,"- I said and grabbed Marco, pulling him against me again. I already died like five times already, all the times I've spawned. Our lips met again and we kissed passionately. We made out for a lot of time, crawling our hands on each other's skin. I gripped Marco's hair and pushed him onto me, deepening the kiss and his mouth on my skin. We groped and I slithered my hand up his abdomen and fiddled with his awfully cute bellybutton. He'd giggled at the touch, tickling him. I eventually had to press him down onto the floor, flooded with arousal, but I didn't pinned him after being reminded of that odd dream I had a few weeks ago. We kissed more, literally embroiling ourselves with the sheets and hindering the situation as we struggled with it. When we managed to get comfy with effort, we took our shirts off and I couldn't hold the urge to suckle his cute nipple. Marco, as always, shivered at the sensation madly, moaning loudly and jerking his body up. He was utterly turned on and we masturbated each other for a while and when we found the so desired blissfulness, we just stared into each others eyes as we rubbed our hairs, -"I love you too."- I said, sighing in pure joy.

When his mom called us for dinner, I complained sluggishly as I held Marco down. My stomach grumbled though, ordering me to eat instead of cuddling with Marco, -"Come on, let's eat."- He pulled me up.

We dressed up and changed pants because, well, of our fucking mess, and headed downstairs. Pasta with smoked pork is on the menu today and after eating, I tried out Battlefront and holy shit, it was amazing. I watched all the Star Wars movies, but I didn't liked it as much as Marco did. He loved the game, specially the part where you can mount the spaceships and whatnot. I offered him the controller and he played it, but since he wasn't much of a gamer like me, he lost several times and just handed me the dualshock back. He preferred to watch me. As I played, I learned that it actually had local co-op, split screen, meaning, I could play with Marco. He was overjoyed at the idea, excited to play with me, but sadly, we didn't had another controller. He said he'd ask his mother to see if she could buy another, but I went with him and fortunately, his mom was already planning on buying some stuff from the supermarket and offered us to go with her. We accepted and rode off.

After the supermarket, we stopped by GameStop, bought the controller and headed home. There, Marco and I played for hours. I've never seen Marco so hooked up in a game before and for me, it felt so different. I've always played multiplayer, competition against other players, but this time, I was playing together with the man I loved and it felt marvelous. We made an excellent a team as we took down the enemy and sundered them. Marco often squealed in joy and hugged me whenever we passed a mission.

We played until 10 pm and for Marco, it was too late. He was falling asleep, his head reclined on my shoulder and his mouth mildly open. He was trying to keep his eyes open for the TV, but was failing. I chuckled and placed my hand on his hair, -"Go to sleep, freckles."

-"But... we need to finish this mission."- He said, trying to lift his head from my shoulder.

I paused the game, -"You're falling asleep,"- Rubbing his hair didn't do much good, but I couldn't stop myself from seeing that peaceful face he makes whenever I did, -"We can finish it tomorrow, you know."

He shook his head, stubborn as always. I sighed and played the game again, but before we could even reach enemy territory, Marco fell asleep on my lap. After pausing the game, I stood up and carried him bridal style to his bed. I planted a soft kiss in his forehead before covering his body with his sheets and getting back to the game. I played for a few more hours before going to bed.

Next two days, I decided to go home, worried that someone might sneak inside or something. I told my neighbor to keep an eye out, but I bet every penny that she forgot. I was packing my stuff, including the PS4 when Marco came in with his bag over his shoulder, -"I'm going with you."

I looked up at him and smiled, -"Hey, I'll be fine, really,"- I stood up after checking I had everything, -"You've stayed with me for a while now and your mom misses you."

He sighed, a bit upset, -"But..."

-"I appreciate your time with me and I loved every second of it,"- I replied, laying my hand on his cheek, -"But I can take care of myself and besides, father's coming this weekend."- Yup, by law of Fam. Department, he has to visit or stay with me at least one day on weekends.

-"I know, but...,"- Marco stepped closer to me and looked up, his eyes a bit glossy, -"Please, just one more day."

I chuckled in spite of myself. Marco wasn't a guy to say goodbyes and his puppy eyes were hard to bypass, -"Alright, alright, I'll stay."- God, help me, I never have a 'no' with him.

His face brightened as he hugged me, once again joyful.

And so, for the rest of the day, after telling Marco's mom I was actually staying, we played Battlefront until Marco decided to read a little. I did a double take to his book, -"Damn, Marco, you already read that much?"- He was reaching the end. I'd say 20 pages more or so.

He chuckled, kissing my neck. Like last time, he sat between my legs and lent his body over mine, -"Yup."

-"You're a damn bookworm, you know that?"- He laughed lowly, still kissing my neck, hindering my concentration on the game. Again, I got signals that Marco wanted attention, like, bad. After much nagging, I paused the game and turned my full attention to him. I wondered on what part of the book he left. Whatever it was, it was making him horny, -"You know, if you want attention, you should just ask."- It's a rare occasion, this one. Usually, it's the other way around.

-"I'm sorry, I just..."

-"It's okay, freckles."- I turned him around so he could face me and kissed him shamelessly. I pulled him closer to me, clutching his shirt tightly, deepening the kiss to a whole new level. Our tongued danced in rhythm as we moved our heads. Unconsciously, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him down onto me. A comfy quilt was spread beneath us, so the fall didn't hurt much. I pressed his body against mine as I sucked on his neck gently, leaving small drops of drool and blemishes on his skin. Marco moaned in pleasure and so did I when he retaliated, sliding his tongue down my neck to my apple I so enjoyed he played with. He licked and bit it, sending waves of thrills through me. I scurried my hand to his back and squeezed his flesh. Marco shivered at my touch and I felt slight a bulge from his lower part. His quick arousal titillated me and an idea popped in my mind.

I bit my lips as I rolled over him, -"Marco...,"- I breathed as my mind worked trough the possible outcomes of this idea, -"I, uh..., want to try something different."

His cheeks lit up, -"How... different?"- He asked, tilting his head.

-"You'll see,"- I gulped, skittish and agog at the same time, -"Just... relax, okay?"

He just nodded, trustful of me.

With a deep breath, I began to travel down, placing my hand on his knees, sprawling his legs and holding on. Here goes nothing, I said mentally and it can't be bad after what we've done. Marco and I have gotten real comfy together and I think it's time to take things a bit further.

Marco shivered and gasped when I began to undo his pants. I halted and looked up, waiting for his next reaction. He still shivered, but he didn't tried to stop me or anything, so I continued, pulling down his pant halfway and preparing for the same process with his undies. More shuddering, quicker and longer. I gazed up again and saw Marco's eyes closed as he bit his lips. He opened one eye, knowing I was waiting for his go ahead and when he gave me a low nod, I continued.

His undies were a bit stained, bringing up a smirk to my lips. I caressed his waistline, getting low moans from him, before I began to pull them down slowly. Marco shuddered again, but he tried to endure it. I hitched his underwear down at the same measure as his pants and I couldn't avert my eyes from his cock. It was..., oh God, how do I put it? Not too long, not too small, just perfect. My face burned at the sight, the first sight of his groin with my own eyes, because I have seen him naked in my mind, but this was... totally different. This was real. This dick before me was real.

I also noticed it was really stiff, droplets of cum leaking out of it.

I heard sequential, deep breathing and I gazed up at Marco, who's face was utterly red and sweaty, -"You, uh..., have a nice dick, you know,"- I cleared my throat as he shook his head a bit, -"Just sayin'."

Marco was trying to coup his messy breathing, covering his eyes with his arm. Shit, I haven't done anything yet. My nerves twisted.

-"Marco, just tell me when-"

He shook his head, lowering his arm, -"N-no..., I'm okay, really, I'm just a bit...,"- He breathed deeply and opened his eyes, -"... tense."

He's tense alright, but not in a bad way. All this was new to both of us and so is the sensations he has to be getting. He was just anxious, and so am I, to be honest. He was exposed to me, his genital was, for the first time and he was uptight. I wasn't seeing him completely naked, but I might as well be. I gave him time to recover his breath and when it subsided, I neared my face to his cock and braced myself.

My mouth barely grazed it and he was already losing his regained breath. He gasped and breathed deeply, -"Marco, I'm gonna do it,"- He wasn't the only losing his shit. My stomach was doing flip-flops, but I wanted this, I wanted to blow him. Marco nodded lowly and my tongue finally managed to attain the tip of his dick, which was moist and hard. Marco took a hard intake of breath and again, he shuddered madly and clutched the quilt with both hands as more cum leaked out, really putting effort in containing himself, but if anything, it wasn't doing much good. I feared it'll make him collapse, -"Marco, you can let it all out."- His mom wasn't here anyways. She was out buying some stuff for dinner.

And so he did; he exhaled and moaned loudly. I didn't dallied anymore and made full contact. I licked the tip of his dick continuously and playfully, his cum sipping into my mouth. It was insipid, really tasteless so it didn't had any effect on my stomach. Marco, on the other, was getting all kinds of sensations; he hitched up, griping the quilt tighter and moaning louder. He bleated my name, his voice rasped, -"J-Je... an..."- He wheezed as I kept licking it a bit higher this time, as if it were popsicle. It hardened more, oiling in the process, boosting my tongue.

Marco often babbled my name and raved. He was high as fuck. In no time, he'll grow wings. I didn't stop though. I was growing my own wings too, his reactions arousing me immensely. I tucked his dick in my mouth and began sucking gently, ignoring the cum spillover down my throttle. Marco yelped and quickly covered his mouth, quavering and puffing, his chest going up and down consecutively. With each suction, Marco squirmed and groaned louder. With my head a bit light due the ecstasy, I drew my mouth nearer and sucked harder, slurping on his cum, letting it drip down my gullet. Marco shouted my name and he hitched upwards again, gripping the sheet with all his might. His dick was straight and hard as a stick in my mouth and I coughed often, almost choking, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop. Marco was reaching climax. When I rubbed and applied pressure against his groin, I drew my mouth out and allowed cum spray down the sheet, as if a bottle of beer or coca cola was just opened.

Both of us panted heavily for a few minutes, but Marco seemed unable to relax. After pulling his pants up, I moved my body up and faced him, -"Marco... are you okay?"- I placed my hand on his cheek and felt it hot and sweaty, burning even, as if he had a fever. He was still breathing raggedly while clutching his chest. That's when I felt his rapid and pounding heartbeats. I scurried my hand to the back of his head and lifted it, feeling it light. He was dizzy, drool trailing down his mouth. I whipped it off, -"Marco?"

My heart skipped a beat and I felt it on my throat, ignoring the itch. Oh no, no, no, what have I done? I was shitting bricks as I held Marco's languid body. Then, suddenly, he gasped and began breathing normally. I sighed in relief, -"Oh my God, I though you were..."- Dead? Yeah, that's the first though that crossed my mind. He was unresponsive whenever I called him.

He sat, pushing me away gently, and stood up. He hobbled to the bathroom, hands on forehead, and closed the door, locked it even. I was speechless and after like five silent minutes, I knocked lightly, -"Marco?"- I called several times, feeling heavy and guilty, -"Please, say something. I'm worried..."- My head couldn't stop the swarm of thoughts and questions: what if he didn't liked it? What if he felt uncomfortable? Disgusted? Is he sick? Did I screw everything up again? But my one big though and concern was if he was okay.

I heard the sink turned on, -"I'm... alright, Jean. I just... need some time."

I sighed in relief again, -"Just tell me if you need or feel anything... please."

I heard an 'mjum' and that was enough for me.

I stepped back from the bathroom and sat on his bed, never averting my eyes from the door. Then I thought that maybe he wanted some space too so I walked around, spotting the mega tainted quilt and picking it up. After another glance at the door, I headed down and tossed the quilt in the washing machine. I then walked around, trying to distract my mind, but I just couldn't. I kept thinking of Marco and our little... brisk. I was insanely worried for him, the way he suddenly passed out even after reaching climax terrified me. I really though I killed him.

About the blow job, damn..., even I'm feeling a bit anxious and right now, I just realized the mess between my legs. Still, I enjoyed it. Hearing Marco moan like that was... delightful. There's a first time for everything and I've wanted to that since the nightmare. I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if Marco blew me...

No, no, no, focus on Marco, Jean, I reminded myself and headed up to check on him. He was still in the bathroom and when he came out, he didn't looked at me, he just trudged to his bed and laid down, cocooning himself, his back facing me.

I began to reach for him, but stopped myself. If Marco turned his back at me like that, it meant he wanted a bit more time and space. He didn't had to say it and I understood. I knew he wouldn't leave this on air though. When he feels like it's time to speak, he'll speak.

Considering that if I stayed tonight after what we've done was kind of undue, I decided to leave for home. Before I did though, I placed a soft kiss on Marco's temple. He flinched a bit and I was startled, thinking he'd was asleep. I whispered 'goodbye' and 'I love you' before packing up and heading home.

His mom took me there and like always, she knew something was off between us. She didn't pry, like last time, leaving it to us. She did made it clear that she would be there when we need her.

I headed inside and dropped everything, slumping onto bed and staring up at the ceiling. I sighed deeply, unable to take Marco off my mind. I wasn't so worried, to be honest. I know Marco will show up and speak to me, make things clear with me and that was enough for slumber to overcome me.