Surry for late update, collage started and I've been busy reading sequels of Geography Club! ;)

Warning: More smut and homo. This might be the last for a few chapters since some important things will occur in their school.

Disclaimer: I do own Attack on Titan.

SIXTY-THREE

It's been two days since I gave Marco a blow job and he hasn't spoke to me about it. We did sent texts though, but it was just me mega worried about him, asking if he was alright and shit.

Hey, u alright? I wrote him again today, siting on my bed, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my arm. I was cutting grass with a trimmer and the sun was kind of bitchy today, but since Dad's coming over, I had to tidy shit up.

Yeah, you? He answered sparsely after a few minutes. Marco wasn't one to text much, he preferred to speak face to face.

Missing u, I replied with a deep, yearning sigh. A sweat drop fell on my phone. I clicked my tongue, glowering at it and wiping my finger on it.

Jean, I need to speak to you, he wrote.

My heart skipped a beat, Sure, just tell me when.

Today?

My shoulder's sagged in despondency, Sorry, dad's coming. I can't cancel plans with Dad. He wanted to try out a new restaurant with me.

Tomorrow then?

Yeah, of course.

And the conversation ended there, but I was too stubborn and wanted more, I wanted to hear his voice. I've been so damn worried about him these two days, only thinking about him and feeling guilty, Can I call you? I wanna hear ur voice.

He was inactive for a few minutes, Okay.

And so I dialed his number, -"Hey, um..., hey."- I stuttered, scratching the back of my neck. I had a lot to say, but I didn't know how to say it.

-"H-hey, Jean."- He said, stuttering a bit too.

I sighed, warmed and delighted to finally hear his voice. He heard me and chuckled lowly, -"I... wanted to hear you for these days,"- He just chuckled again and I cleared my throat, pacing around my room, -"I, uh, are you okay? I've been dead worried about you."

He made a sweet hum which reverberated in my ears, -"I'm alright, Jean, really."

-"Yeah, well, I'll be sure when I see you,"- Marco chuckled again and since he said we'd talk tomorrow, I didn't know what else to say besides 'I love you' and 'I miss you' in many different ways, -"I love you, you know, and I miss you. Like a damn lot."- There, I said it.

He chuckled again, a bit louder this time, -"I love you too..., Jean."

Fuck, am I glad to hear that. I almost jumped to the ceiling, -"Yeah, I just... wanted to hear your voice. I'll, uh..., see you tomorrow then."

-"See you."- With that, he hung up.

I sighed like for the fifth time or so. It's always good to hear his mellowy voice...

I heard a knock downstairs and when I opened the door, I met with Dad. A bit surprised at his early arrival, I arched an eyebrow, -"You're early. I haven't even finished the backyard."

He observed me, noting the small hunks of grass on my clothes, -"Busy, I see,"- He said and chuckled, -"I can help you out, but first...,"- He strode towards me and hugged me, really tight. I stood abashed for a few second before I returned the embrace a bit awkwardly, -"I've missed you, son."

I sighed in his shoulder, -"Yeah, missed you too."- In spite of all, I was real pissed off at the fucking Fam. Department for spreading the shit needlessly.

He parted from me and gave me a rueful smile, -"I'm sorry we have to see in each in this condition..."

-"It doesn't matter. You're here and that's what's important."- I said, set on making him feel no resent whatsoever. None of this was his fault.

He chuckled, -"You're right."- He headed inside and since he hasn't eaten anything, I prepared him breakfast while he helped me around.

After he ate, I clothed up properly and rode off to the new restaurant Dad was eager to try out. It was in Karanese district so we had at least an hour or so until we get there. During the ride, we spoke and I tried my best to dissuade Dad from entering into a topic about Mom. Even though I told him what I did in the funeral, I knew he was still touchy about it. He hasn't quite gotten over her death. I could see it in his eyes.

I also noted how tired my Dad was. He works endlessly to keep the end of the bargain with the Fam. Department and to maintain me. He had bags under his eyes, which often closed unconsciously. He'd then jerk up and squint his eyes at the road, -"Dad, you haven't rested much, have you?"- I then knew what I had to do.

-"Not as much as I'd liked to,"- He chuckled bitterly, -"But don't worry, son, I'll be alright and keep you proportionated."

That kind of sounded like it was my fault he hasn't slept well, but I knew he didn't felt like that, -"Dad, I'd... like to help you out, to work and make money on my own."

That took him by surprised, -"But, son, you're just-"

-"I think I'm old enough. I can drive too if someone's willing to teach me."- I said, firm on the decision. Dad was tired and old, he can't keep me under his wing forever.

He sighed and pondered about it, but I had a feeling he agreed and approved of my decision, -"Alright, I'll see if I can set up an appointment to get you a driver's license and then you can take the classes."

Good, I though. I could definitely relieve Dad of a few burdens.

We reached our destination and the place was very rustic, but then again, so was all Karanese; with wood houses, forests and myriad herbage, this district was home for the common work and the middle class citizens. We entered the building and after signing up, a waitress led us to our table. I had to admit it was awfully cozy in here and the smell of fried pork and fries made you felt like home.

Dad ordered a salad while I ordered something not so healthy; a huge ass hamburger and fries with metled cheese and chunks of bacon on top. I haven't abandoned my workouts, but a good, greasy meal can't hurt here and then. When our waitress brought us the food and we started eating, I noted how little Dad ate. Also, he has gotten really scraggy since last I saw him, -"You should eat a bit more, Dad."

He prodded his food with his fork, -"I'm not really hungry, son..."

I sighed. Dad really wasn't himself today, -"So, uh, how's that writing? I remember you said you were writing a novel or something."

I though he'd be delighted about the topic, but his eyes dropped instead as he gave me a sorrowful smile, -"I... had to stop, son. Too much work. It was either that... or work."

-"Oh...,"- It's all I managed to say. I then asked him what was it about, considering he never told me, and when he said it was about Mom and I, my soul froze. So that's why he was so secretive about it and now that Mom's gone, he...; I couldn't help feel gloomy about it. Dad really was excited to write it. I wanted to give him one of those motivational speeches, that he could still write, that he didn't lost everything, but it just... didn't come out. Like Mom, I wasn't much of a comforter when it came to this. Still, I had to say something, -"Dad, I..."

-"I know, son, but I have to keep you supplied."- He said and again, I felt guilty.

-"If I manage to find a job, I... want you to finish it."- I said, looking straight at his eyes, which widened back at me. He knew I was serious.

He gave me a low smile and I was glad I brought it out of him, -"Alright, son, but don't let work be your main focus. You're soon going to study in college, remember?"

-"I know, Dad. A part time job will do."

He agreed with me and I was overjoyed when he began eating again. We finished and headed home. After receiving a call from his superior, he left after saying goodbye and giving me one last hug. I played a few matches of CoD before going to sleep. I was distracted, however, by my own mind. I couldn't stop thinking of what Marco will tell me tomorrow and to be frank, I was a bit afraid. Let's be real, it wasn't a good first blow job experience for him, but as the saying goes, "the second's the best", but that's if he wanted a second round.

And so the next day, I waited for him while tidying up my house as best as I could. His mom's gonna drop him soon, so I rushed myself, but when I heard the unmistakable car honk, I jumped and kicked the buck of water. It spilled out and since it was slippery with soap, I slipped and fell backwards. I grunted as I sat up, rubbing my aching back. I must have gone surd, because I didn't heard Marco enter and since I wasn't facing the entrance to the bathroom, I didn't saw him either. He must have called me before too, -"Oh my God, Jean!"- He quickly rushed to my side and knelt, -"Are you alright?"

I wriggled my body up, only to fall again, -"Y-yeah, I'm good."

He laughed, -"Yeah, sure. Let me help you,"- He slid his arm underneath mine and hoisted me up, resting my arm on his shoulders. Once out of the bathroom, he sat me on the sofa. I was pretty damped, specially my ass, so when the cool breeze blew in, I shivered. Marco, perceptive as always, noticed and chuckled, pointing upstairs, -"I'll get you some clothes. Be right back."

While he did, I observed him -or better yet, slurred him. He had quite the tight jean that made his ass stand and round more than it already is. They were tucked in his usual black converse and his black "Anime and Chill" v-neck shit, which was tight around his biceps, let me tell you, was loose around his those tight jeans. I quickly noted the "I love anime" beanie I bought him and hey, that shirt kind of had a hidden, naughty conundrum behind it, didn't it? What was Marco planning today, huh?

He came down after a few minutes with a casual shirt and shorts. I must have dozed because he was poking my shoulder and calling me, -"Jean?"

-"Huh? Oh, right."- Again and again, whenever he came, I always drift into my thoughts and daydream about him, about how fucking hot he looked today. I dunno, for me, he looked more and more attractive each day. Was it the blow job? I had no idea.

I scratched my head, just realizing that I could've gone upstairs myself and change up. It's not like I broke my leg or anything. Sure, my back ached like a bitch, but I could still walk. Needless to say I was too busy ogling at him at the time, -"Daydreaming again, huh?"- He said, handing me the clothes he brought me.

I stood, pulling my shirt's collar at the sudden hotness, -"Well, I, uh..., you know how it is."- I stuttered and he chuckled, fully aware of what I meant. He blushed as he fiddled with his cheeks with his finger.

I made my way to the bathroom to change my clothes and when I came out and dumped the soaked clothes in my hamper, I spotted Marco cleaning my mess. He just finished and placed the mop in the bucket of soapy water, -"There, all cleaned up."- He mused to himself.

-"Hey, you didn't had to..."- I said, approaching him from behind. Like always, he's willing to clean my mess.

He jumped a bit, startled, just like me a few minutes ago, -"Oh!"- He stepped back onto the recently mopped floor, his fall imminent, but with my quick reflexes, I lashed towards him and held him tight before it could occur. By instinct, he gripped my arms and lent onto me.

Again, I got hot all over due to our closeness. His robust back was literally on me and I could feel his built, his refined shoulders and his lean spine. I wanted to pull his shirt up and fondle him thoroughly, but ever since I gave him a blow job, he's been edgy with me, so after I pulled him to a safe spot, I parted from him.

In a quickly motion though, Marco turned sharply and pulled me into a tight embrace, taking me by surprise. He buried his face in my chest and just clutched on me. My nerves shot up, albeit temporarily, -"Hey, Marco...? What's wrong?"

But I knew what's "wrong". In fact, there's nothing wrong. I know Marco and I know when he's all novelettish. He's probably remembering our last momentum and to be frank, I was too. He wanted me to hold him, to kiss him, to touch him, to feel him even after I made him swoon that day. He was hiding his face though, his cheeks burning at the memory. A spark of hope ignited in me, that Marco liked and enjoyed the blow job. Without hesitation, I raised his head slowly and sure enough, his face was splotched in red, -"Jean..."

-"Marco, there's nothing to be ashamed of..."- I said as I neared my lips to his.

-"I'm not ashamed,"- He spat quickly, almost pissed that I even said it, -"I'm just..., I..."

I'm surprised he couldn't put it into words. I chuckled at his inability, -"I get it."- I did, but I couldn't explain it either. It was like he was too excited, but at the same time nervous?

-"No, wait..., let me explain,"- And he was stuttering too, isn't that cute? He pushed me outside and we both sat on the sofa, facing each other, -"Jean, I..., if I made you think I didn't liked it or anything... you're wrong."

I tried to hold the growing joy in me as I waited for him to explain.

-"It felt good, really good and I enjoyed it, but the sensations were... empowering me. It was all new, unexplored feelings and the mere fact that I was... naked before you made me thrill and think incoherently. I was a bit nervous too, I didn't know what you'd think or how you'd react. No one ever did it to me,"- Marco explained and right now, he was shivering, the images vivid in his mind, -"All those emotions blurred my mind and overflowed me. I guess that's why I fainted. I then asked you to give me some time so I could sort my thoughts. I'm sorry I made you worry..."

God, I was so hot for him right now -heck, I always am, but my heart was filled with joy. I was glad that he was really okay and that he wasn't disgusted at my actions, -"Oh, Marco, it's alright, really, I should've been straight about it too. Maybe if I told you, we would've both been prepared."

He chuckled and shook his head, -"I knew what you were going to do and I allowed it because I wanted it,"- Before I could reply, he moved closer to me, -"Jean, I-I... want to do it to you too."- As he said that, thrills slithered down my spine, his hand trailing down my thighs.

My body went rigid at his touch and I felt an erection coming up, -"M-Marco... you don't have to..."- Oh, what am I saying? I wanted that since I had that nightmare, I had naughty thoughts about Marco blowing me, so what the fuck am I saying? I guess I was also worried about him and it's not that I though Marco incapable, he was just so nervous then..., I don't want him to faint again, I don't want to hold his near lifeless body, I don't want to experience that again. I was scared for real, I seriously though he died. It was terrifying.

But the funny thing was, he wasn't nervous at all now. I was practically shitting myself, my stomach was whirling and I might have farted a few times. His next words put my back hair on end, -"Relax, okay?"

I was literally blank and sluggish, unable to move my body as Marco knelt before me. He rubbed and fiddled with my knees before sprawling my legs open. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the ecstasy. Marco unbuttoned my shorts slowly, probably on purpose and I admit, it was a bit annoying, but since my mouth was open and drooling due to my blurred mind, I really didn't whine. It was only when Marco pulled my shorts and underwear down completely that I understood his latter statements.

I'm naked in front of Marco. Naked. In front of the man of my life. The man I loved more than anything in this word. The man I'd gladly give my life for. Am I exaggerating a bit? In my defense, me being bare in front of him made me think like this, so bear with me. What's funny was that I wasn't entirely naked, my crotch was, but hey, I might as well be. I certainly felt naked.

Like Marco said, I too felt uncertain of what he'd think of "it". I was a bit nervous as well. Like him, I've never been bare in front of anyone and the first time's the most jittery one, but only temporarily. I have a pretty big dick, alright? No, I'm not gloating about it (and so what if I am?), I see it every damn day and Marco's current face confirmed it. He was wide eyed, his cheeks and temples splotched in red. He gulped and I managed to let out a low chuckle at his inability to speak. I raised an eyebrow, expecting his comment.

He looked up at me, struggling with his own eyes that just wanted to keep staring at it, -"It's, um...,"- He stuttered, still skirmish with his eyes, -"Pretty big..."

I grinned, puffing out air. I was aroused in all places and Marco's look contributed to it. It's needless to say, he contributed to my erection too. I was pretty damn fiery and fretful for him to start blowing me, my body hot all over. Marco noticed all this and cleared his throat before nearing his face towards my crotch ever so slowly. The second his lips grazed it, I darted my head back at the wave of sensations. Oh, God, it was hard to explain. My skin pricked and tingled at the overwhelming bliss -and he hasn't even worked me entirely, but when he did, oh my fucking God. It was like I was blasting off to the sky. In other words, yeah, I grew wings, and Marco's silhouette vanished before me as he sucked and licked me gently. I blinked several times, as if to wipe off the fog, but I was powerless.

Again, like Marco said, the sensations were powerful, all new and uncharted, but I wanted to explore more. I'm eager to and with each suction, a new sensation brew and my body thrilled and shivered and... and...

Let's just say I was losing hold of my conscience. Marco's mouth and tongue down there felt really, really good. So good, that my whole body was quavering and that Marco even had to strengthen his grip on my knees. And it wasn't because I was skittish, it was because of the million sensations I was getting. It really was overwhelming and I had to breathe in and out several times to keep my head on Earth.

When I didn't felt Marco's presence there on several occasions, it's when I realized I was spitting cum out like nuts and that Marco was coughing at the incessant amount. Still, that didn't stopped him and I was really having an orgasm when he increased speed and suction power (sounds odd, right?). With one hand, I clutched the couch's leather and with the other, I gripped Marco hair and slowly pushed his head closer to me. I wasn't exactly aware of what I was doing, but I did wanted to feel him more, to feel his mouth deeper in my cock. Again, he coughed. He was probably chocking up and, cleverly, he pulled his mouth out a bit, but began fingering me deep within, to not let this glorious orgasm vanish. After recovering, he continued blowing me, harder and harder. I croaked and yelled his name for God knows how long and how many times. Like him, I was raving and when he did one final, harsh suction, I bleated and exhaled in pleasure, letting the bliss and ecstasy in, for what felt like hours.

When it ended, which didn't really faded entirely, I checked on Marco. He was resting his head on my knee, his arm around my leg like a koala does to a tree, as if he were asleep. Only that he wasn't, he was just taking a break, I hope. His mouth was mildly open, cum pouring out of it. I poked his temple, -"Marco...?"- I lent forwards when he didn't answered immediately. Terror struck me.

He was breathing, but he seemed comatose.

-"Marco, please... answer me."- I tried to straighten up, but my body was heavy from so much exhilaration. It just wanted to lay still on the couch.

He then chuckled and lifted his head. He wiped the cum of his chin and smiled, -"I'm alright..., Jean."

I exhaled my fear and lent back onto the couch, covering my face, -"Oh, thank God."

He caressed my knee, -"Jean... are you alright?"

I parted my hands from my face and gazed at him, -"Alright?"- I smiled broadly and cupped his face, hunching my back so we could be face to face, -"I feel fucking great. I'm good -well, you were. That was..., damn, so good and hot."- I wasn't ashamed talking to Marco in that sort of language.

And he was accustomed to it. He chuckled, his cheeks lighting up as he breathed profoundly, satisfied with my answer and reactions, -"I'm glad."

I began to near my lips to his, but then I though he might want to clean up -himself and my mess, -"Wanna take a bath?"

Of course, he didn't denied and after the "bath", which involved gropes and hook ups, we cleaned the mess downstairs and just cuddled for the rest of the evening, playing video games and watching a few movies. He even decided to stay with me overnight and I couldn't be more happier.