Oh wow had a pretty long writer's block on this one :/

Anyways, I'm not spoiling anything! Read, you'll find yourself with something worthwhile ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

Warning: Strong sexual content.

EIGHTY-THREE

-"Dad?"

-"Son?"

-"Marco?"- Gasped Celine, hands covering her mouth, -"I thought you were asleep!"- She exclaimed, shocked to see us both still up. She was really not expecting us to catch her tonight. Whatever her plans were, we've disrupted them and she wasn't mad, just really stunned.

-"Mom?"- Marco was as stunned as she was. We just found out that our –well, mine- deduction was on point and not just anybody… my dad, the least expected person we thought she'd go out with.

-"Marco, I can explain…"- Celine was really anxious now, her voice was shaky. She wasn't exactly ready to explain it Marco and she hadn't thought about it.

Dad, apparently, was ready, -"Relax, Celine. I'm sure they'll understand,"- He wasn't plain easy about it but he was surely calm and not freaking out like Celine was, -"They're old enough,"- Marco looked at both of them, waiting for an explanation but Celine couldn't mutter the words. My Dad cleared his throat, -"Well, uh… Celine and I are…"- And yet it proved him difficult.

I admit, I'm stunned too because figuring out that my dad is going out with my boyfriend's mom was… shit, unexpected –especially since Dad was once married to another woman now dead. I managed to shake away from that state but Marco was having problems. He kept staring at both of them, reeling the gears in his minds to find answers. He must be feeling what I felt but I can affirm that Marco's more intense: he's very attached to his mother. I wasn't too attached to Dad and it's mostly because I'm a near independent guy now so if he finds another woman, good for him. Then again, he found no ordinary woman, he found my boyfriend's mother so yeah… it's kinda weird but not something to freak out about.

-"We've, uh… been going out ever since she agreed to give me psychological aid,"- Dad began to explain, scratching the back of his neck, -"I-I respect your mother a lot, Marco, and I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable in any way."

Oh. Dad asked her for mental help. He didn't bode well with Mom's death. He still mourns her and I bet he found comfort in Celine's voice just like I did. I got the hunch that they've been at it for a while now. Dad sounded better, more stable. No wonder he'd fall for her.

-"She doesn't offer her services to adults but she insisted and I'm really thankful. She has helped me a lot since my wife died and I owe her everything,"- He admitted, gazing at Celine with fond eyes that I'm sure she didn't miss, -"I, um… grew fond of her with each appointment and…"

I can imagine the rest and it's fine, really. It might seem inappropriate for some –especially for Christians and thus, for Celine, in some way- but for me, it's okay. Like I said before out of the blue, a person can love again, Dad and Celine can love again. This is all unexpected and shocking, but not unpleasant or anything. I can roll with it but Marco was definitely having issues. He knew little or nothing of Dad, only that he technically abandoned me when Mom died. Unfortunately for Dad, Marco is uncomfortable and his mom feared just that, hence why she tried to hide it from us –mostly from him.

I watched Marco and I saw how he tried to believe my father and be okay with him dating his mother but he somehow couldn't. He clenched his hands, shook his head and walked upstairs without a word, clearly upset with the situation.

-"Marco, wait…,"- Called his mother but he didn't even looked back. Her expression then saddened dramatically as she placed her hand on her forehead, -"Oh, Marco… I wasn't ready for this. I'm sorry…"

I looked down and began to think that maybe spying on her wasn't such a good idea, -"I'll talk to him."- I stated, set on lifting that grief off her shoulders.

-"Jean, I'd appreciate it so much…"- She jointed her hands and sighed in relief, literally on the verge of tears.

-"You still have to, you know, explain and talk to him soon too,"- I reminded her and as I turned to leave, I looked over my shoulder, -"And, um… I'm glad for both of you. You both deserve it."- And with that, I rushed upstairs and found Marco sprawled and face first on his bed. I closed the door behind me and tussled his hair, -"Hey, babe. You gonna sleep now?"

He just nodded, not even looking at me.

-"Want to sleep alone?"

He raised his head and shook it briskly, -"Nu-uh."- I then saw his face, his mild red eyes, and messy hair. He's been crying a bit.

I chuckled and laid beside him, -"Okay, babe. I'll be here."- We've both gotten used to sleeping together but Marco, in particular, abhors to sleep alone now, especially since the whole incident in school.

I wanted to talk about his mother but I decided to hold my tongue and allow him to choose the right time. A few silent minutes passed. Marco sighed often and when he finally gaped his mouth, he admitted he did felt uncomfortable with Dad going out with his mom and like I foretold it was mostly because of his biological father's death. Marco has never imagined his mom falling in love again, he never imagined she'd be dating another guy after her husband's death and he wasn't repulsed or in discord with it, just… stunned and kind of uncomfortable. After his father's passing, my boyfriend thought he'd never see or have another father figure –and he won't, literally speaking, but the feeling's still there. If my Dad marries his mother, he'll be taking the father role and Marco was uncomfortable with that. He had only one father and that person was gone. For Marco, there can't be another man to play that role.

Among all that was the fact that one of our parents were, you know, also romantically involved, like us, and that felt kind of weird for him. He couldn't explain exactly why, -"You don't feel a bit… weirded out?"- He asked me, trying his best to stay awake. His eyes dropped constantly and his head declined a bit before he lifted it back up abruptly.

I shrugged, not sure of the answer, -"I dunno… maybe a bit too but it's not that bad, right?"

-"No… I mean, is it okay?"- He asked, twisting his bed's sheet with his finger.

-"Of course, babe. Like I said, they can love again and they found each other, so what? It's not like they're doing something, you know, really weird like marrying a sibling or something."- I was trying to soothe his troubled mind from this shocking reveal but I don't think he'll get over it tonight. I think he needs more time to get used to my dad being around.

-"Jean, I don't hate your dad or anything, I don't mean to disrespect him but…"

-"It's cool, Marco. I know what you mean,"- Dad abandoned me once and he wanted that to happen to his mother, he didn't want her to suffer the loss of someone dear to her again, because by what I've seen, she's totally in for Dad (and he wasn't the hottest guy in town, let me tell you). The same goes for him, -"But I can assure you, he changed and I really think he's not gonna pull something like that again. I can see he really respects your mom."

Marco nodded slowly, gradually feeling better about the situation.

-"You just need to get to know him better and then we'll see what'll happen."- Marco can't see him walking freely around the house yet (as in live here) and he can't see him marrying her yet but I knew he'll be cool with it in the future. I also knew Celine won't pull stunts like that so soon. She knew what this means to Marco and as a psychologist she knew she had to give time… well, time. Marco has been through a lot of emotional turmoil when his father died so she has to be careful.

Marco yawned and slacked on his bed, closing his eyes shut.

I smiled at his cute, sleepy expression as he breathed steadily, and I couldn't help lean down and kiss his forehead before resting my body beside his comfortably.

A few days have passed and Dad's appearance around the house was frequent. He talked to Marco a lot and tried to express himself about what he feels for Celine. I could see Marco was feeling better and more comfortable around him. About Celine, she was really anxious. Even though she studied for this kind of situation, it got out of her hand –at first anyways. Little by little, she fixed it and contributed to their usual talks, explained to Marco how it all started. Marco was no kid so he understood and accepted how things were. While they did, I just watched from the sidelines and kept my distance. That's something they have to deal on their own. I'm totally fine with Dad going out with Celine because if anyone needed help, it's Dad and Celine's the perfect woman for him.

I was washing the dishes while they had their session when I heard something I didn't want to hear from the TV, -"… students at Trost high school are making a riot outside their school. It's been days and the authorities haven't done anything to stop the bullying and racism these students face daily,"- Without realizing, I trotted towards the living room and stared blankly at the TV; I saw a throng of people gathered outside the school with placards and large papers that said "Love is for All", "We Have Rights Too", "Enough is Enough" and "No More Bullying". There were fights going on, people getting beaten and spat on. The woman in TV with a microphone waved at the crowd and yelled, -"These students need help! So please, if you're not doing anything else than watching TV, please, help them and make their shouts be heard! They have rights just like-"

Celine pressed the turn-off button quickly when she noticed I was standing behind their couch, -"Jean…"

My head got light all of a sudden and I had to blink a few times in order to see clearly. My chest tightened and I breathed deeply, keeping my foot steady, -"I'll, uh… be right back."- I rushed upstairs to the bathroom and didn't look back.

In the bathroom, I turned on the sink and splashed water on my face, trying to snap off the sudden trance. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, holding myself with my hands gripping the sink's edge, and sighed in dismal. You're such a fucking jerk. You're selfish. You only think about you and Marco. Your friends are suffering because of your selfish acts.

Oh no, there's that feeling of guilt again.

You know it's true.

A light knock on the door had managed to make me hop in place. Startled, I turned around abruptly and my hands on the sink's edge slip, making me fall on my butt, -"Fuck!"- I cursed, hoisting up and rubbing my ass.

-"Jean, I'm so sorry!"- Marco quickly apologized, bending before me and lifting me up by my arm.

Once up, I sauntered towards his room and sat on his bed, head down and arms resting on my knees. Marco followed, worried about me but I saw how anxious he was too.

If the school is on TV, then the situation is worse than we thought. It has already gotten the attention of a few journalists. It's really getting out of hand and my friends were losing. On the news, I saw them trying to fight but others were defeated and ran, giving up on their initial goal. Absentmindedly, I started tapping my foot quickly, wondering about the trauma those guys must be going through there and nobody was doing anything –and I mean the authorities, like police, staff member or our beloved principal- like they didn't care. It must be frustrating for them and it isn't fair. None of it is.

Their voice isn't loud enough. It needs fuel, it needs…

… us. They need us.

Marco's bed waggled and I then noticed it's owner sitting down beside me with a sorrowful expression. Marco knew. He knew what I was thinking about. He knew what we have to do, -"Jean… are you really sure?"

I wanted to give him a nod but instead, and unconsciously, I shrugged and just gazed away, -"Marco… we have to go. They really need us."

Marco, unlike me, nodded. He wanted to go and help, but he was worried about me. He placed his hand on top of mines and squeezed, leaning closer to me, -"Let's go… together."

That made me feel secure and at the same time afraid. I want Marco to be safe, I want to protect him and I'd feel better if he stayed while I played "hero".

Then again, I don't want to go there alone. I need Marco, I need to-

His warm lips met mines in an instant, snapping me from my trance –which was his intention in the first place. We kissed passionately and held each other's heads close. Marco parted and breathed deeply, -"I'm not letting you go alone, Jean."

-"Marco…"- I murmured and slowly pushed him down until my body was over his. I kissed him wherever I could place my lips on and touched him wherever I could lay my hands on. We made out for a quite number of minutes until we relaxed and embraced each other. Marco shrouded his arms around my torso from behind me and rested his head on my arm. After noticed I calmed down, he spoke about our return to school.

We decided to go during the week when his mom and my dad worked –yeah, we're going without their consent. They wouldn't let us go if we told them. We also accorded to go shopping tomorrow, Sunday, for equipment like a knuckle brasses and pepper spray for Marco. We also had to buy other jackets to avoid detection. If there's something those jocks at school wanted most, was to bring us down so if they see us, we'd be for another three months in the hospital.

-"What should we tell your mom tomorrow? You know, as a lie. She'd be totally suspicious if we tell her we'll go to a personal safety shop."- I said after washing my teeth.

Marco sighed. He hated to lie but he knew there was no other way, -"Well, we could tell her that we'll go to the movies, buy video games or that we're just going to hang out for a while."

-"Yeah, any lie should work."- I slumped onto the bed and patted my side.

-"You should be the one to tell her."- He commented, putting on his pajama and resting beside me.

-"Why's that?"- I shifted my body so we could be face to face. I gazed straight into his eyes and I saw hope and fear there.

-"Because she's prone to believe you more."

He was right and it was because Marco wanted to go to school at first and because she trusts me to protect him anywhere. Oh, she's gonna have the biggest disappointment of her life.

This is gonna hurt, right?

-"Jean?"- Marco called.

I shook my head, -"Uh… yeah, yeah. I'll tell her."- I can't believe we're doing this. I've lied my whole life –heck, my other life was a lie- but lying to Celine was just… not okay, not cool.

-"Jean, I hate to do this as much as you do, but…"

-"Yeah, I know,"- I sighed and rubbed my neck, -"It's the only option we've got."

-"Yeah,"- He sighed too and wriggled closer to me, resting his head on my chest, -"Rest, okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes, doubting I could really rest and hoping I won't live another nightmare.

-"Say, aren't you two a little… young to be here?"- The cashier dude observed us with one closed eye, leaning towards us from his desk.

I dropped the brasses and pepper sprays on the desk and dug out two bucks of 20 out of my pocket. It was Dad's weekly income he sends me; I don't have anything else to pay with, -"We're old enough."- I said harshly, trying not to freak and snap out. I wasn't in the mood for stupid comments from this guy.

-"Yeah, sure. I'll need your ID's, kids."- He extended his palm, waiting for our ID's.

I felt every vein in me thump. My blood boiled as I slapped his hand away and lashed towards the guy, very close, and spoke ruthlessly. He's just a guy following protocols, Jean. Fuck it. I pointed at him menacingly, -"Listen to me, pal, I'm not in the mood for your swindles so you better charge me those products now or else. Are you fucking blind? Can't you see we're fucking old enough for this piece of trash?"

The guy stepped back with arms up, gaped mouth and a startled expression, -"Jesus, kid! Chill out!"

-"Jean, please."- Marco warned behind me softly, slowly soothing my unstable temper. He pulled our ID's out and handed them to the guy. I hadn't seen him take them when we left.

I huffed and had the impulsive to snatch the ID's from the idiot.

The guy eyed them and quickly returned them to Marco, -"Nah, it's fine! Your friend here sure proved me he's old enough!"- The guy was shitting bricks. I was glaring at him the whole time.

After charging me, he dropped the products in a bag and I quickly rushed out, leaving Marco apologizing to the guy alone for my temper.

Inside my car, while waiting for him, I tapped my finger against the steering wheel rapidly. I was cursing under my breath and when Marco got in, I had unconsciously spat a profanity about his compassion.

-"Jean…"- He was worried, despite everything. He knew how grumpy I woke up today, he knew I didn't sleep last night, he knew I was… afraid and insecure.

I sighed and tightened my grip on the steering wheel. I need to calm down.

I felt my boyfriend's hands slid over mines, -"Just breathe deeply and think of something nice. Try to calm down."

And I did just that. With his help, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply a thousand times, still gripping the steering wheel, and thought of… something nice, like he suggested. I thought of him, of how much I love him, of how much I want to protect him, of his kisses, of our hot moments, his laughs, his tender smiles, his…

I opened my eyes slowly and the boiling in my veins vanished. Marco still had his hand over mines and was rubbing it tenderly as he watched me lovingly, -"Better?"- He asked.

I nodded slowly, -"Yeah…"- I mused, feeling my head light as I deflated on my chair.

-"Easy, there's no rush, okay?"

-"Mjum,"- I flexed my arms and neck and turned to Marco, taking his chin in my hands and pulling his head close to mines. I sowed a tender kiss on his lips and parted, -"I love you, Marco. I don't know what would be of me without you…"

He bit his lips, -"I try not to think about it…"

-"I'm sorry for what I said. You know I didn't mean it, I was just…"

He smiled and hushed me, placing his finger on my lips, -"It's okay, Jean. I know."

I smiled too and returned to the steering wheel, -"Seatbelts, babe."

He nodded and pulled it around his torso. I gave him the bags with our equipment and rode off.

Along the ride, I noticed Marco wanted to tell me something –no, ask me something. He kept gazing at me and then somewhere else, hesitating on the question or request. I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted, but he really wanted it. I can see it perfectly. It's like a little kid who wants a video game; wanting to ask his mother but not doing it because she has no money or was tired, or because he's shy or ashamed. I think my boyfriend hasn't asked because first, I'm tired and second, I don't have much money, -"Hey, Marco, you want something?"

-"Huh?"

-"I think you want to ask me something,"- I stomped on the breaker after spotting a red light before me. I turned to my boyfriend, -"You want something sweet? I think there's a bakery around here."

Marco bit his lips and shook his head, -"Um… no, it's okay."

-"Come on, I have enough money, really."- I insisted, loving his current drama but at the same time hating it. I want to please Marco in any way possible. He wants candy, I give him candy. He wants my cum, I give him my cum.

-"No, Jean, it's okay."

-"Marco."

Marco finally sighed, giving up, -"Is there… a pharmacy nearby?"

-"Yeah, I just passed it. You feeling okay?"- I asked, now genuinely worried he had an ailment.

He nodded briskly, -"Yeah, just… take me there."

-"As you wish, babe,"- I turned the car around and rode off to the near pharmacy. Like I told him, I had passed it so I knew where it was. I might have a bad memory for school related things, but on the road, I remember every turn I take and every highway I accelerate through. When I parked, I turned to Marco, -"Want me to go with you?"

He shook his head and smiled, kinda forcibly, -"No, I-I can go by myself."

I raised an eyebrow, now genuinely suspicious. Is he hiding something from me now? -"You're hiding something from me, Marco."

He gasped, ridiculously feign, -"N-no, I wouldn't do that!"- He's more nervous than anything. I can see it clearly.

I snorted and sighed, deciding not to insist and just trust him, -"Okay then. Just be careful, yeah?"- I guess whatever it is, if he trusts me, he'll tell me soon.

I handed him 20 bucks and waited for him, listening to Alpha Rock while playing stupid games on my phone. I threw my legs over the steering wheel and leaned back on the chair, paying no attention to my surrounding whatsoever so when Marco knocked on the window, I yelped and hopped, hitting my head on the car's roof. I rubbed it and hissed, watching my boyfriend laughing his ass off outside the car.

-"Yeah, keep laughing, baby, and I'm not opening the door for you."- I spoke, not realizing he couldn't actually hear me.

He knocked again, slower, and made the puppy eyes.

I pouted and tapped my lips, telling him that I'll only open the door if he promises he'll give me a kiss.

Marco smiled broadly and nodded.

I opened the door and allowed him to mount the car, -"So, where's my kiss?"

He chuckled and leaned closer to me, planting a soft but hot kiss on my lips. He bit my lips and ran his tongue across them before sliding it in. Our tongues met and moved in rhythm but Marco's was on point; he was moving fast in my mouth, touring it like it was some cave. Ashamedly, I was breathless the next couple of minutes but Marco wasn't done. I tried to breathe underneath his lips but moaned instead, putting all effort into keeping up with him. My efforts were in vain; Marco was kicking my ass in this and I…

I loved it.

Impulsively, I parted, still keeping my head close to his, -"Man…, somebody's having naughty thoughts, huh…"- I said, breathless.

Marco bit his lips, his cheeks blushing, -"Maaaybe…"

I chuckled and leaned back to my chair, -"Let's go home and we can, you know, get back to it."

Again, Marco had that look that he wanted to tell me something but this time, he didn't keep it, -"Can we, um… go to your house? Do you have the keys with you?"

I patted my pocket, -"Always do, hun. Why, though?"

-"I just… want to be alone with you for a few days."- He circled his chair surface with his finger, coyly.

-"Oh?"- My smile grew into a grin. I really couldn't help it but I knew why he wanted it and I understand him; it's because of his mom and my dad. They've been around the house a lot and whenever Marco wanted to get heavy with me it was kind of… awkward and difficult for him with those two around the house. I say this but I think it's more because of my father –even though I confessed to him that I liked a guy. Anyways, point is, he wanted some time alone, with no adults whatsoever and hey, I can't say no.

-"It's just that… now mom and your dad are together and we haven't gotten much time alone, you know?"- He explained, still rubbing his finger in circles on the chair.

-"Yeah, I know."

-"And I think they also want some time alone…"

Yeah, I second that. I've also felt like they wanted us out of the house for at least a day, -"I hear ya'."

-"So, can we go?"

I nodded, pulling my phone out of my pocket, -"We still have to tell your mom, though,"- Marco nodded and I dialed Celine's phone, -"Hey, Celine. Uh… I'm going to my house and stay there for a few days, just to uh… make sure everything's okay."- Shit.

I wasn't entirely lying…

-"Alright, Jean. Be careful and if something happens, call us, okay?"- I think she got it.

-"Yeah, I'll be there to pick a few stuff up."- I hung up and rode off.

Along the ride, Marco rummaged through the bags he got from the pharmacy, -"What you bought?"

Marco gave out a low, muffled yelp, clearly startled. He was thoughtful, -"Um… uh, just candy. I got you a Snicker."- He pulled it out and threw it to me.

I caught it and saw him pulling out a white chocolate bar, -"Hey, leave some for when we get home, babe."

Marco chuckled and nodded, still taking a bite off his bar.

We went to Celine's house and packed our clothes up, my PS4, Marco's laptop, and few other things. We were both actually planning on stay for more than a few days, especially since… we're going back to school. Once done, we mounted our car after kissing our parents goodbye and rode off.

Once in my house, we quickly settled cozily in my room after cleaning up a bit. We unpacked our stuff and organized everything as best as we could.

-"Jean, I… want to tell you something."- Marco spoke out of the blue after I got out of the bathroom. I was drying my hair when I spotted right him in the middle of my room, nervously fidgeting around while hiding something behind his back.

-"Okay, you're scaring me, Marco. What's going on?"- I had my heart beating quickly and my chest tightening. My boyfriend had been acting weird since we arrived –and not weird, weird, just really nervous. He wanted to tell me something all this time and apparently now had mustered the courage to tell me but he looked like he wanted to bail out.

-"Since we're… going to school tomorrow and all, I thought we could…,"- Marco's voice was shaky. He was very nervous but was doing his best at suppressing it, -"… I thought we could… s-sleep together…"- His face lit up.

I raised an eyebrow, -"What do you mean? We've slept together this whole week."

Marco suddenly snorted, -"Oh, Jean, I wonder who's the real naïve between us."- His cheeks blushed as he narrowed me, waiting for me to get what's behind his words.

-"Oh… oh…,"- My eyes widened and my whole body warmed, both at Marco's slow proximity and the comprehension of his words, -"You wanna… have s-sex… with me?"

My boyfriend nodded, his cheeks blushing more each second that passed. I could hear his heartbeats from here. He's really close to me now and getting closer.

-"R-really? Finally –I mean, shit!"- I scratched the back of my neck and tried to control my growing hard-on. Fuck, I'm even sweating! -"That's awesome, Marco! I, uh…"- Oh boy, I sound too excited, don't I? Well shit, I am! I've always dreamt of this day!

-"Jean…,"- Marco leaned closer to me than before, tightening his grip on my arm and that's when I knew he's really serious about this, -"I… don't know what will happen tomorrow, so I… want to make the time we got unforgettable."

I looked at his eyes and again saw fear among love and yearning. My boyfriend has a sharp intuition and he sensed something bad will happen tomorrow. He hasn't told me this but then again, he didn't have to.

I've thought a lot about tomorrow too and I also knew something will happen to one of us, -"Marco…,"- I placed my hand on his cheek, -"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? I'll protect you. I'm not gonna let them lay a hand on you again."- Thing is, Marco wasn't talking or thinking about himself, he was thinking about me. He senses something bad will happen to me.

But he just nodded, eyes watering as he sobbed.

I ran my thumb below his eyes and wiped off a few tears, -"I promise, Marco,"- I kissed him passionately before parting and returning to the prime situation, -"But wait, we don't have… you know, that stuff."

Marco chuckled and I heard rustling behind him as he pulled a plastic bag from behind him, -"I-I bought it in the pharmacy."

-"Wait, really?"- I asked, kind of feeling let-down, -"I thought we were gonna buy these things together."

Marco's expression saddened, -"I know, I know, I wanted that too but I also… wanted this to be a surprise. I-I didn't know what to do, I was so nervous…"

Oh, so that's why he was so indecisive to whether or not tell me before we arrived here. I chuckled and tussled his hair, -"It's okay, babe, I uh… it's fine."- I scratched my sweaty neck. Well, it sure is a surprise but it was kind of… sloppy and definitely thought at the last minute. I mean… I dunno; it could've been better but then again Marco was really nervous.

Marco covered his face with both hands, -"Oh my God, I-I tried for this to be better but I'm so bad at it, I-"

Another reason why the moment was… awkward and sloppy was that tomorrow, we're going to school and we might not return exactly sane so Marco, out of desperation, planned this at the last minute.

I took his arm and pulled him closer to me, embracing him, -"Marco, it's okay. It doesn't have to be, you know, so wow,"- I made a gesture of something grandiose, -"What matter is that we're together, that we spend time together as a couple, talk about us, that we're alone and…,"- I drew my face close to his until I could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat, "… and really all over each other. I want you, Marco, I want… for us to feel each other more,"- And we're hot for each other. Literally, I'm sweating and I couldn't hold the urge to just get down to it already. I'd be a hypocrite if I say I'm not nervous because I am, but really (and this is over "being honest" standard for some people), the excitement and thrive that I was gonna have sex with Marco surpassed it. I've had dreams about this, fuck! -"I want us to be closer, more intimate, I want… to be with you forever."

Also, I'm far too erected for me to contain myself and I wasn't even trying to hide it.

Marco was as hard as I was as he narrowed me lovingly and lecherously. He was licking his lips while ogling my naked torso, -"Jean… I want that too. I want to open myself to you more but…,"- A low muffled chuckle escaped his sweet lips, -"… but I don't know how to begin."

-"We could start by… making out and we'll see where it goes from there."- I said, trying to keep calm and not lose myself to lust as I closed the space between us.

Our lips met and the moment they touched, my body vibrated and warmed up. Marco's slick lips slid smoothly through mines like waves, splashing saliva into my mouth. I held my boyfriend's head and pushed the kiss until I felt his tongue tour deep in my mouth. We moved in synch as Marco slithered both of his hand up my abdomen, taking in my irresistible abs with his palms. He then slid down and ran his fingers through my v-line. All his touching sent thrills across my body, making it heat up gradually and beg for Marco's. He pulled our waists together until they crashed by my pants fringes, making me feel his stiff hard-on and silently asking me to do something about it.

We've hooked up and gotten heavy in my room numerous times, but this time, it's different and I don't know why. I can't explain why I feel it's different. I admit, we're about to fuck and that's fucking a-grade for me, but for us both, it's like one special night before everything goes to hell tomorrow, before… whatever will happen to us happens. It's the night when Marco and I get intimate on a whole new level. It's the night when Marco and I become one.

That's sounds stupid but I can't explain it any other way.

-"Jean…"- Marco murmured my name as I kissed his neck whole, educing soft moans from his smooth lips rife with pleasure.

I sucked and tasted his tender and sweet skin, trailing my tongue up and down to his shoulder. Marco hummed something and exhaled, duly aroused and gleeful. His breath prickled my skin and fueled my moves, quickening them as I doused Marco's neck with drool. I returned to his lips and our kiss deepened. Marco tied his fingers in my hair with passion while I clung to his back, crawling my hands up and tightening my grip on his flesh. I felt his heated and sweaty body, making my hands slip often until we ran out of air. Marco quickly started kissing my chin and apple and I really couldn't help pushing him to bed, not really thinking about it.

I straddled him, still kissing and touring his mouth with my tongue until I parted and stared at his eyes, -"Ready for this?"- I asked, breathless, as I rubbed Marco's lower lip.

Marco blushed and nodded before I continued kissing him, slowly but steadily taking his shirt off. I raked my hand up his abdomen and gripped his shirt, literally pulling it up and out of his body. When his nipples were in my sight, I ramped down and nibbled on one of them while I fondled the other one with my fingers. I hadn't thought about it twice and Marco had darted his head back at the ebb of pleasure, exhaling clouds of warms breaths and babbles of my name, -"Jean...,"- He likes it when I play with his nipples. I like to play with his nipples. I licked it as if it were a popsicle and my boyfriend matted his fingers with my hair, pushing my head onto his chest. He boosted it downward and I started licking his cute abs, lecherously dipping my tongue in his belly-button, -"J-Jean…,"- He babbled my name again as I trailed my tongue lower and lower until I reached his hips and his hard-on. I fondled his groin, rubbing my nose on his bulge and it thumped against my face, -"Jean… just…"

-"Tell me what you want, babe."- I crooned, licking my lips wantonly while playfully and teasingly zipping and unzipping his pants, enjoying Marco's fluster too much. I liked it, though. I liked to see his face red from the excitement. I liked to see him desperate for me to please him.

-"I… I want…,"- Marco slurred, wheezing in glee. I liked when he begs me to do something for him, -"I… I want to touch you..."

My grin grew as I rose up, exposing my naked chest completely for him, -"Dig in, baby."

And he did alright; he maneuvered his hand throughout my chest, especially my abs and my v-line. He stroked his smooth fingers up and down from my belly button while giving me his loving look. I bit my lips and exhale at the sensation, feeling an arousal overwhelming me down south. I was hard since we started kissing but I'm harder now and boy, Marco was making my body stir when he sat up a bit and started kissing me down there, coyly unzipping my pants, -"Oh, Marco…,"- I murmured, gnawing my lips at the growing sensation he was stirring in me, -"Let's… let's just…"- Fuck, I can't speak, I'm far too erected to speak.

Marco had fully unzipped my pants and dipped his fingers in. I felt them play with my cock, making it spit cum and taint my underwear. Marco fondled and fingered me and I impulsively dropped down on him and kissed him ravenously. Unconsciously, I slithered my hand down into his pant too and started toying with his dick. He kissed me back and we both started jerking the other off. When we both came, we started pulling each other's pants down, but it was becoming a bit bothersome, -"J-Jean… w-wait…"- Marco spoke, his voice rasped as he pushed me up.

But I didn't want to wait. I want to keep this up and not falter for even a second.

-"Let's… take this off first…"- He slurred, pushing down his pants.

I took his hand, -"Wait… I wanna do it…"- And so I did and seductively, still keeping the hot mood on as I trailed my fingers through my boyfriend's exposed tight. Marco shivered and moaned lowly. Once out, I threw his pants away and reached for his tainted underwear. I grinned and did the same thing, making my boyfriend's erection harder.

-"Marco, you're a work of art, you know that?"- I commented as I ogled his naked body, licking my lips as usual. Marco's cheeks lit up as he pulled down my pants along with my underwear next. He literally stared at my groin for minutes, still finding my dick's size astonishing. I felt my own cheeks warming up as his eyes whooped me completely, -"Hey, babe, I think you're drooling."

And he was, literally, but I cleaned it away with my own mouth as we kissed again, now completely naked. We rolled over and over on my bed, kissing madly while tangling our legs together, both of us sweaty. I gripped my boyfriend luscious buns while kissing and sucking the skin of his neck lustfully, leaving a trail of blots behind. Marco had his arms around my hips, often pulling it against mine. Our dicks grazed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Our groins were so fucking close…!

I really couldn't take it anymore. I want to be closer. I want to get in.

Abruptly, I pushed Marco down and drew my groin close to his, -"Marco… I can't wait anymore…"

He writhed away, -"Wa-wait, Jean… w-we haven't…"- Marco gazed to the opened plastic bag at the distance, the one with the lubricant and the condoms inside.

I scratched my rear neck, -"Oh… r-right."- Okay, so I admit I forgot about those because I was desperate but safety comes first.

Marco yanked the bag towards and dug out the condoms first. His hands were shaky as the held the plastic cover in his palm, handing it to me, -"He-here…"- He stuttered nervously.

-"Oh? You want me to do the tough work, huh?"- I winked but the question was stupid considering I'd still be penetrating him anyways.

Marco chortled and blushed, nodding slowly, -"I-I bought another one… just in case."

I can interpret that in many ways but kept them all to myself as I fit the condom up my dick. I made a face and cringed, disliking the tightness, -"Why is it so tight? It's uncomfortable."- I whined, probing my dick with my finger.

-"Jean, if you don't-"

-"It's fine, babe, really,"- I said, interrupting him, -"What was that for again?"- I pointed at the water-based lubricant. I knew he'd prefer that type of lubricant. Easier to clean off and more compatible with condoms.

Marco picked it up and showed it to me, opening the case, -"I-It's to smoothen, you know, the p-penetration…"- My boyfriend was really nervous and eager at the same time. This is our first time at anal sex, after all. Even so, I wasn't so nervous. I was more worried about him. It's pretty obvious who's gonna be the one penetrating and who's the penetrated –and Marco wanted it to be like that. Even though he's free to choose, I always end up being the one on top and Marco likes it like that. I do too.

I chuckled and dipped my finger in the vase, -"Aye'."- I doused my dick with the lube and handed it to Marco so he could douse his anus next.

His hands shook as he doused lube around his rectum and he cursed silently.

I smiled and took the lube from his hand, -"Here, lemme do it,"- I drenched my finger and when I slid it around his anus, Marco moaned but bit his lip in order to muffle it, -"Marco, relax,"- I said as I slowly pushed him back down, throwing the lube somewhere around me, -"You know I won't hurt you and if do, just holler, okay? I'll stop whenever you want me to."

Marco nodded briskly, shuffling comfortably beneath me, preparing himself for what's next, -"I… I know you won't."

I drew my face and body closer to his, -"Are you sure you wanna do this?"- I murmured in his ear, licking his earlobe. I knew the answer, though. Marco wouldn't have gone through all this if he didn't want to do it.

Marco clung his arms on my back, -"I've never been more certain, Jean,"- I smiled and kissed him again. We hooked for a couple of minutes until I decided to get down to it, but before I could say anything, my boyfriend genuinely aroused and turned on, spoke first, -"J-Jean…, just get in."

-"Y-yeah,"- I shuffled my body over his and held his legs, sprawling them open until I could see his anus clearly, -"Breathe, okay?"- When Marco took an intake of breath, I hovered my dick near his anus, -"I-I'm going in."- I began to quiver a bit, actually nervous too. I'm anxious, I'm… worried I'll end up hurting him in some way, I just… I've fucked up before and I can definitely fuck up now.

And yet, Marco trusted me, gave me a certain and decisive look. A tender smile rose to his face as he looked at me lovingly, nodding and allowing me to… do what we wanted to do tonight.

I breathed deeply and lunged forward. My body heated up the moment I thrust my dick in, slow but steadily. Marco's body shook in response. His head darted back as he exhaled at the sensation. I slithered my fingers up and down his tight, feeling overwhelmed by the glorious sensation my dick ebbed from within his anus myself. Marco wrapped his legs around my torso as I lunged in again, driving my dick deeper in. Marco moaned louder and gripped my bed's sheets with force, -"Je… a…"- His body burned beneath mines as I kept thrusting forward with a slow pace.

-"M… Marco,"- I babbled his name too, feeling my body scorch, -"… fuck…"

-"Je… an… I…"- Marco slurred with my every push, turning his head to the side and biting the sheet next.

-"Fu-fuck, Marco, this feels… so good…"- I purred as I lunged back and forth against his body, feeling my stiff cock dip deeper in and spewing cum into his rectum. Oh my, God, I felt like I was gonna explode. I felt overwhelmed and the sensations were killing me. I felt my body rush with pleasure with each push, I felt my mind cloud with nothing but my boyfriend's moans of satisfaction, I felt like I was flying, I felt wonderful, orgasmic, I…

-"J-Jean…,"- Marco crooned my name louder, wheezing raggedly as he blew hot puffs of airs, -"… f-faster, please…"

I fastened my pace and Marco began to bleat and puff louder. His mouth gaped and drool dripped from his lips, pooling on his chin. I ramped down over him and pinned his arms up his head, still thrusting my cock back and forth with a faster pace. I buried my face in his neck, running my tongue around it and sucking his sweaty but sweet skin, -"M… Marco…,"- I gulped and panted, -"… are you… okay?"

He just nodded as I kept pleasuring everywhere while driving my hips in the latter manner. I bit and sucked his nipple, his earlobe, his neck, his lips until his red face drenched with my saliva, -"Please, Jean… f-faster…,"- His wishes were my command but this time, I fastened my pace and trusted harsher, with more force, and he literally out loud, -"Jean…!"- Oh fuck, I love it when he screams my name for more. I fucking-

A sudden wetness in my nose made me slow my pace. I touched it with my finger and felt them drenched and when I hovered my hand before me, I gasped at the drop of blood.

-"Jean…?"- My boyfriend murmured, distraught that I had suddenly halted my pace. He gasped too when a small drop of blood sloshed on his chest, -"Jean, are you…?"

I covered my nose, feeling kind of embarrassed and pissed at myself.

-"A-are you having a nosebleed?"- He asked, slowly sitting up. I slowly nodded, reluctantly, and he chortled.

While he laughed, I cleaned my nose with my arm and pinned my boyfriend back down, taking him a bit by surprise, -"Enough laugh, babe. I wasn't done."

-"B-but really, are you-"- I interrupted him by driving my dick back in deep, educing a sharp cry from him. I lunged my hips in the usual manner. His body jerked back and forth by my force as he clawed his fingers at my sweaty back when I unconsciously let go and jerked his dick beneath me. He gripped my skin and tightened his legs around my torso, -"Jean, I'm….! I'm co….!"

I felt Marco's cock spit a gob of cum on my chest -right when I ejaculated in his anus and drip down on my bed. His grip on my skin faltered and his hands fell to his sides as he panted heavily.

I breathed heavily too and rested my forehead against his, -"I… love you, Marco…,"- I babbled, -"I fucking love you so fucking much."

Marco continued to regain his breath, -"I love you too… Jean…"

We kept breathing until Marco started to kiss me madly and sloppily. We kissed passionately and rolled on my bed numerous times, we groped each other, sucked our airs out and moaned together for the coming hours until sleep caught with both of us.

Yay, they had anal sex! FINALLY, right? XD

I hope you enjoyed, my lovies ;) I found the scene kind of dull but I'll get better, I promise! (yes, there's more of that coming!)