Hey, guys! Finals week is over and I have plenty of time to finally finish this story and start with a tons of JeanMarco story ideas :D

Hope you're enjoying Comic Con ;) (and this chapter as well. There's some goody yaoi for ya'll :3)

Warning: Sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

EIGTHY-FIVE

-"Oh, fuck,"- I cursed as I sat up from my bed, swaying my legs to its side and resting my head in my palms, -"Fuck, my head…"- I caressed my temples as I gazed up, trying to focus at one point in the wall but it's like it's split on two halves, making me see double. Wobbly, I started trudging towards the bathroom and literally shrieked at the ugly bruise on my forehead. It didn't even had shape; such is my dignity. It looked like as if a purple clay was splashed and stomped on the floor. I probed on it and hissed every time the tip of my finger made contact with it.

Fuck Trevor a thousand times. Fuck him. I fucking hate him. I fucking-

-"Jean…"

I perked my head up at my name.

-"Jean, I… need help. I need to pee but I can't walk."- My boyfriend said from my room.

-"Coming!"- I quick-washed my teeth and face and rushed out to the rescue, -"Mornin', babe,"- I pecked his cute lips, -"You okay?"

Marco's face wrinkled in pain, -"My knee still hurts… pretty bad."- He hissed when he tried to lift his leg in order to dismount my bed. Holy shit, it's redder and hotter than yesterday…

-"Okay, okay,"- I hooked my arms underneath his legs and back and hoisted him up in my arms like usual, -"We'll figure something out. Relax, I'll take you to the bathroom and I'll take care of you the whole day."

As I carried him to the bathroom, with a bit of effort since my back is aching, Marco hooked his arm around my neck, -"You're not planning on going to school?"

-"In your condition? No way, Marco."- I shook my head.

-"Our condition."- He corrected.

-"Yeah,"- I admitted with a tired sigh, -"Our."

Once in, I laid Marco on the toilet and while he peed, I combed my hair. The bottle of gel fell, though, but when I bent for it, an abrupt shot of pain suddenly made my body stiff. For a second, I couldn't move, just cry and curse in pain, -"Ow, fuck! Shit!"- Impulsively, my hand reached for my back and stroked it as I straightened up.

Marco finished cleaning himself, -"Jean! Are you okay?"

I nodded and continued to comb my hair, still wincing, -"Yeah, totally fine. My back's acting like a bitch but I'll be fine."

-"Let me see it."- He demanded, still sitting on the toilet.

-"I'm fine, really. Don't make a fuss over it."- We're both a mess but I worry more for Marco's condition. I worry more for Marco per se and he doesn't like that. He says I'm too inconsiderate of myself, that I don't think enough of myself and that I don't take care of myself because, despite the redundancy, I don't care.

-"Jean."- Now Marco called me with seriousness and deepness in his voice, just like I called him back in school when he hid his wound too. His arms were crossed, his eyebrow knitted and his lips pouted. He wanted to see my wound now.

I raised my arms dramatically, as if I was being arrested, -"Alright, alright. As you wish."- Since I was in my underwear, I just turned around and displayed my back to him.

He gasped and covered his mouth, -"Oh no…,"- He slurred, muffling his words with his hands, -"Jean… your back…"

-"What is it?"- I turned around again, towards the mirror, and looked at it over my shoulder. Well, shit. It's bad. I had yet another bruise there for my collection. It's when that asshole kicked me onto the toilet's edge, which was hard as fuck. Aside from that new bruise, I had minor cuts and scars from the bush I was kicked on outside of school. So, yeah, I wasn't so shocked to see it like that, -"Really, Marco, don't worry. It's not grave."

Marco's eyes were glistening, watering up, -"Of course it is! You were almost paralyzed a few minutes ago!"

-"But I can still walk, okay? Who's the one who can't walk because his knee is possibly broken, huh? Yeah, not me,"- I argued, turning back to my prime task: get my hair done, -"Clothe up. I'm taking you to the hospital."

-"But… but what about you? Jean, this is serious! You can't just ignore your condition!"- He kept maundering while I started to dress up. With a blue jean, a plain black t-shirt and my old, worn out Converse, I was set and waiting for Marco. Believe it or not, he was still arguing with me, -"Jean, please, you need to check yourself too!"

-"Marco, I already said it and I won't say it again: you come first."- I spoke a bit harshly and severe, taking my car's keys and sowing them in my pocket.

Marco was in the sofa, arms crossed and lips pouted, frustrated and pissed at me, his cheeks red and his face wrinkled. I carried him down there from the room with effort because, believe it or not, he didn't want to. I practically dragged him.

-"Let's go, Marco,"- I said as I sauntered towards him and bent down to grab him but he moved away from me, not looking at me, -"Hey, come on. Don't be like that."

He didn't say anything. He just avoided me.

I huffed and used a little bit of force on him, -"Marco, I'm serious. Let's go." – I grabbed his arm and pulled him close to me.

He shoved it away, -"So am I!"

I huffed yet again, losing my patience bit by bit, -"You know I'll use force on you if I have to."- It wasn't force like… aggressive force. I wouldn't dare.

He just shrugged, not really caring. He knew I wouldn't be able to.

-"You're acting like a damn kid, you know."- I don't usually swear around him, or at least I try not to because he doesn't like it much –although he's already used to it. Point is, my patience was running thin here and I tend to curse a lot when I'm pissed, to the point that I might offend him, something I always regret later. Marco and I have discussed previously and it's totally normal on a relationship –like what's a romantic relationship without argues, be it stupid or serious? - and this has happened before. Marco doesn't like when I get angry, it scares him, and I don't have control of my tongue. Then Marco gets really gloomy and sometimes cry and then I get super guilty and can't stop thinking about him and blame myself, yada, yada.

Marco was really pissed now, -"So what?"

-"Marco,"- I spoke with seriousness, gripping his arm again, -"Enough. Let's go."

-"No!"- Marco shoved his arm away again, finally gazing at me, -"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me you're going to check yourself at the hospital too!"

With both hands, I grabbed each of his arms and pulled him towards me, -"Now,"- I don't even know why I keep arguing with him. He can't even walk so all I had to do was drag him. I did just that. I hoisted him up in my arms with force, tightening my grip on his legs and back. He struggled, trying to get free, until I dropped him in my car, on the back seat, and pulled down the seat belt on him, -"Stop being such a baby, Marco, for fuck's sake!"- Shit, I cursed, but fuck it. I'm legitimately pissed now.

He looked away from me as I closed his door and from my seat, I placed the child's lock on his door, just in case. I don't think he's gonna pull a stunt like that but who knows. I finally rode off after mounting a few bags of clothes on my car. I don't know how bad Marco's knee really is so I'm not sure if he'll be asked to stay in the hospital or not. Still, I packed a few stuff up just in case; our toothbrush, shampoo, deodorant, and whatnot.

Marco wasn't crying or anything along the way but he sure was mad at me. We didn't talk, like not even once. I'm pissed too, okay? Marco's far from being a baby and his tantrum was stupid and unnecessary. I'd never thought he'd do something like that to me, I mean, come on. He's not a kid anymore. He's smart, clever and mature. That back home was not mature at all.

I was surprised he hadn't asked me where I was going when I passed by Rose City's wall. Considering ol' Zackly and Marco's mom (sometimes) work at Trost's hospital, I decided to go to Maria's. I've heard that Maria City's hospital have a bad reputation and are mediocre but I'm hoping Marco's wound isn't too grave to require a professional, professional doctor. I mean, knees? Knees aren't hard to understand. I don't think you need a doctorate to know knees, right?

With my phone in hand with the GPS on, I arrived at a small building with a red cross at the top with the words "Saint Maria's Hospital". I admit, it looks grubby and abandoned but when I saw people coming in and out, I sighed in relief and dismounted my car. I sauntered towards Marco's side after throwing the bags over my shoulder and opened the door, -"Let's check you out."

Marco's lips pouted, his brows still knitted, and he looked like he didn't wanted to cooperate with me.

-"Look, throw me all the looks you want, Marco, I don't care. You're still going in."- I spat while taking him in my arms and carried him all the way in the hospital.

Once in, I met with a wide room full of people making lines for the registry reception. Since I've never come here, I thought I needed to register too so I dropped Marco on one of the worn out chairs, far away from the people in the row of chairs. Yeah, me and my trust issues, -"Stay here, alright? If someone bothers you, just scream."

Marco just nodded, that pissed look still in his face.

I sauntered towards the people in line for the registry. While I waited, I kept an eye on Marco. Call me a racist but everyone here looked like shit, like they rather be dead than here. I know Maria is a City of the lower class but damn, they look lower now. Practically everyone had this sick look on their faces, these odd, dirty clothes like they've used it for consecutive weeks and this stench like they haven't bathe in years. I feel uneasy and unsecure here, let me be honest. I don't like this.

I tried to calm down as my turn was next and a fat, grizzly man attended me, -"What do you want?"- He spoke and a disgusting puff of his breath blew right in my face. Smelled like onion. Yuck.

I coughed, -"Um… I've never been here before. Should I register and give my info or something?"

-"Are you the patient?"

I shook my head, -"No, my boyfriend is."

-"Excuse me?"- He leaned in, as if trying to hear my clear statement better.

I rolled my eyes. Not this again, -"My boyfriend, he's the patient."

-"Your… boyfriend?"

I sighed and made sure he felt my breath, -"Yeah, my boyfriend."

-"A guy?"- He kept inquiring, like he couldn't believe my words. His wide, ugly brows quirked.

-"Fuck's sake, yes. A guy."- I cursed.

His eyes widened as he turned on his chair and stood up to search for some papers, muttering something under his breath. I heard the lines of 'kids these days' and 'disgusting gays'. Uff, those words fucking boil my blood but I breathed deeply and kept calm.

-"Here."- He threw me, threw me some papers.

I wasn't in the mood to stand his shit but considering there are sick people behind me, waiting to register too, I bit my tongue and just walked away to fill in his fucking papers. I sat beside Marco, gnawing the skin in my mouth angrily, and started filling the paper; his name, social security number (yes, I know this), his address, his cellphone number, his household status, his personal status, his current status (ailment), yada, yada, this and that. Marco watched me, noting I was madder than before but he was too pissed at me to ask me anything. He wanted to, though, he kept gaping his mouth only to shut it down again. When I finished filling his paper, I returned it to the fat guy and sat beside Marco again until he's called.

I played boring games on my phone, trying to soothe my anger while Marco read something on his with the Kindle app. I noticed how often he gazed at me and then quickly returned to his books, as if trying for me not to notice. The fact that I noticed him quick-gazing at me was because I gazed at him too and tried to hide it as well. We're still pissed at each other and none of us said anything, despite the mutual worry for the other.

Almost an hour has already passed and Marco hasn't been called yet. I got really impatient and I almost snapped at a kid who was crying for I don't know what. I started tapping my foot really hard on the floor. My phone's dead and I don't have anything else to entertain myself with. Since Marco's not speaking to me, I was literally planning on digging my own grave here.

-"Marco Bodt?"- The nurse calling the patients stepped out from the reception area and stood on her toes, watching for the next patient.

I stood up, -"Finally, Jesus fuck,"- I turned to Marco, -"Be right back,"- I then sauntered towards the nurse and pointed at Marco in the distance, -"He's gonna need a wheelchair."

-"Knee wound, was it?"

I nodded.

She left and came back with a wheelchair like I requested. I drove it to Marco's location, hoisted him up and sat him on it. I dragged him all the way down the hallway, following the nurse. We arrived at a small room with an old man at a desk, waiting for us with his chin resting on his tied hands. The nurse suddenly disappeared from behind us, closing the door before so. I position Marco before the desk and pulled a chair for me beside Marco's. The old man watched us intensely the whole time and I felt uneasy, feeling cold shivers run down my spine. He didn't said anything even after I sat down and it was driving me nuts, -"What?"- I finally spoke, snapping off of my cool shell, -"Aren't you gonna do your thing?"

The old man smiled and stared scribbling something on the papers before him, -"Of course, of course. My fault. You're just an interesting… duo."

I quirked an eyebrow, -"Excuse you?"

-"So, what's the matter? Marco, was it?"- He looked at my boyfriend, obviously ignoring me. When Marco nodded slowly, the doctor checked his papers, -"Broken knee, huh? We'll see about that,"- He stood from his chair and sauntered towards Marco, kneeling before him and gripping his baggy pants, -"May I?"

Hm, I liked that. I liked that he asked for permission to pull up Marco's pants.

My boyfriend nodded slowly, shyly and nervous, and the old man pulled his pants up from his feet, raising it all the way up until Marco's knee was visible. See, that's why I dressed him with those baggy, soft pants in the first place. Genius Jean strikes again.

-"Hmm, looks painful but it's not severe,"- The old man spoke, shifting his glasses to see better, -"I'd say a few weeks of rest and treatment will do,"- The man placed his hand on Marco's knee, -"I'm going to apply a bit of pressure and I want you to tell me where it hurts the most, okay?"

Marco nodded slowly again, -"O-okay…,"- His expression changed to pain when the man applied pressure. He winced in a few spots but when the guy pressed the core of it, Marco yelped, -"Ow! Th-there, it hurts there…"

-"I see,"- The man kept observing and his expression hardened before he sighed and stood up, -"You have a minor fracture there and if not treated soon, it could worsen,"- He sat and bent to pull out some pills from his cabinet, -"These could help with the pain but I suggest you rest and ice your knee for at least four to six weeks. Also, limit you daily activities and sit with your knee up at least four times a day to reduce swelling."

I looked at Marco knowingly. He knew what I was "talking" about. No more school suicide attempts at voicing our rights or whatever –at least for these upcoming weeks.

The doctor pulled out one last thing, -"Here, place your knee in this for the rest of those weeks. It'll protect it from water and don't remove it until the end of the treatment."

-"Got it."- I said and took the knee brace. I wrapped it around Marco's knee and closed it.

-"I do wonder,"- I was about to leave, honestly, because I didn't liked it in here, when he spoke again, -"That wound wasn't caused by some accident like you claimed it was, am I right?"

-"Hey, I'm not lying. The fuck are you trying to get at?"- I spoke menacingly and defensively. Back when I filled in Marco's paper, I was asked about the cause for his ailment and yes, I lied. I wrote it was accident, I wrote Marco fell from my car or something. I don't even remember. I honestly wouldn't mind writing it was caused by abuse from someone else but considering doctor Zackly is the lord of all doctors in this goddamn country, I didn't. I'm exaggerating a bit but that man has connections, I know it. He would tell Celine if he found out we were still going to school and then she'd punish and probably deprive us from watching TV or playing videogames or something. I'm exaggerating again. I think she'll just get really mad with us and try to have someone keep an eye on us 24/7.

-"Please, Kirshtein, I know who you are and what you've been up to."- He replied with a knowing grin that pissed me off. But I admit, he caught me off guard. I've never thought that word of the things going on in school would reach Maria. I mean, that's gotta be what's he's referring to, right?

Marco immediately looked at me, his eyes a bit widen.

I tried to keep it cool despite the fact that he actually ticked me off. I guess people here watch Trost's news? I guess Maria's people care for whatever the fuck happens in Trost? -"No you don't."

The old man chuckled and ignored my statement, -"What you're doing is admirable and I vouch for you. I've decided not to charge you for the pills and the knee brace but if there's anything else I can do for you, just ask. Oh, and you can also take the wheelchair."

Okay, now that's unexpected. Who would've expected that a doctor would give you something free? He's still charging the visit but a free knee brace, a wheelchair and pain killers is just as good. I'll take it, heck, who wouldn't? I'm low on money anyways so I wasn't really planning buying anything since I got at least a pot of pills back at home.

-"Uh… thanks, really,"- I scratched my neck awkwardly, -"Uh… that'll be all then."

I gripped the wheelchair's handle and started pulling Marco out of the room until said guy spoke, -"Um… I have a something to ask you, sir."

The old doctor was ready to attend his next patient but when Marco spoke, he pointed his attention at him quickly, -"Yes, of course. Anything."

I was already rolling my eyes. I knew what Marco was gonna ask him but he wouldn't dare. He's too shy.

-"Can you please check Jean? He's really stubborn and doesn't take care of himself."- Marco spoke as a matter of fact, not looking at me while I stared at him with eyes wide and mouth gaped, unable to believe that he just blurted that out like nothing to this stranger.

The doctor chuckled and stood once again, -"Of course."

I just huffed, too pissed to do anything to stop this guy who was real set on checking me. With a hand on his chin, he examined the first thing he couldn't have missed the moment I walked in here: the bruise on my forehead, -"Looks painful too and very prone to damage your skull if not treated."

Marco kept humming assertive tones and nodding, -"Oh, and please check his back too."

I swopped towards him, -"Hey, that's enough, Mar-"- It was too late to whine. The doctor pushed my shirt up with a swift motion, -"Jesus fuck, dude!"

He examined it, ignoring my curses and attempts to wriggle off his grip, -"Barbarous. Your back is scarred for the rest of your life but that bruise can be treated,"- He dropped my shirt and pulled anther handful of pills out of his cabinet, -"These may ease your contusions but you have to take care of yourself, Jean."

Marco nodded briskly, obviously agreeing with the guy.

-"Do you have ice bags? I suggest you both ice your wounds daily."

-"We just have one."- Marco said, expecting the doctor will give him one.

And he did, not really thinking about it twice, -"Make good use of it and keep an eye on that once, will you?"- He spoke to Marco, silently, as if trying for me not to hear. I rolled my eyes.

Marco nodded, -"Oh, I will, sir."

-"Please, call me Richard. Get well soon and keep on fighting."- He waved us goodbye as I drove Marco away from the room. We didn't mutter a single word along the process of "checking out" and driving the wheelchair to my car. While I carried Marco to his seat, I noticed his huge, victorious smile plastered on his cute –I mean- stupid face because he did win. He got a doctor to check my wounds and he also got very bold. I admit, I didn't expect him to demand something like that to a total stranger. Marco's a shy guy and I was positive he wouldn't ask Richard for anything. Oh and he also blurted out that I was stubborn and uncaring for myself. The gall.

I'm salty, okay? I'm very salty and pissed like a fucking 3-year-old kid when he doesn't get what he wants or when his mom says stupid and embarrassing things about him to someone else. I spent the whole the time of the ride back home gripping the steering wheel with force and taking abrupt turns and stops, making me lunge forward often and hit my own wheel, -"Fuck me!"- I cursed and rubbed my chest.

Marco, who was very still because, for starters, he had the seat belt on –unlike someone- and second, he was cool and collect, happily looking out his windows with a smile on his face, gasped and turned to me, -"Jean, put the seat belt on!"- He was worried despite his consciousness that I was mad at him.

-"I'm fine."- I shrugged, eyes glued on the road ahead and the stupid, slow as fuck person riding the car before me.

-"Jean, please, for your safety, put the seat belt o-"

When the car before me moved a bit, I stomped on my accelerator, not even measuring the space between us and stomped on the breaker abruptly, realizing that he hadn't moved that much and if I hadn't realized, I'd ram on it. I'm just desperate to get back home and take a long ass bath to cool of my fumes, -"Fuck this fucking asshole!"- I yelled and drove near the car, lowering my window and meeting face to face with him, -"Hey, can you go any slower? My fucking grandma's faster than you!"

I ran past him after he called me a "dick".

-"Jean, that wasn't nice."- Here we go with his scolding.

I rolled my eyes and huffed, -"Oh, so I'm the jerk now? Great."

-"I haven't said…,"- Marco shook his head with an incredulous look in his face, -"Wait, what do you mean by that?"- He gazed at expectantly, waiting for a clear answer from me even though he knows it. I'm positive. He's smart and perceptive. He knows I'm mad at him and he knows why.

-"Come on, Marco, drop the innocent kid facade,"- I spat, harshly and loudly. I even startled him, -"You know what I mean. What you did back at the hospital wasn't nice either, you know."

Marco lent his head back a bit and widened his eyes, even more incredulous at my words now, -"B-but I haven't done anything wrong! I'm just watching out for you because you don't do it!"

I threw my head back at those words that I've heard over and over again, -"Oh please, do me a favor and stop saying that. That's no excuse for saying those things about me to the doctor, you know, a stranger."

Marco's expression went blank all of sudden, -"Well, I'm right, aren't I?"

Yup.

Shut up.

-"Fuck you, Marco,"- I just blurted it out. I swear, I blurted it out. I didn't think about it, I didn't mean it, I… fuck. I'll just pretend I didn't just said that, -"Look, compared to you, I'm perfectly fine. I'm the one looking out for you and I'm the one with the fucking car and the money and my money goes for you, got it? So don't go demanding stuff for me from someone else, specially a stranger."

Marco gasped and stared me with a harrow expression. He couldn't' believe what I was saying and he couldn't believe the words I used. He gaped his mouth to say something but nothing but a soft whimper came out. Abruptly, he turned to look across the window, hiding his sad and hurt face from me.

I turned to face the rode ahead.

You shouldn't have said that. You were too harsh on him. He was only worrying about you.

Dickhead.

You should apologize. He's emotionally hurt and he did nothing wrong.

I shook my head vigorously, forcing those tortuous thoughts away from my head –at least until I get home. Once there, I dismounted my car and sauntered towards Marco's side but he wasn't there. He already got down from my car and was trudging his way inside, limp and struggling with his leg, -"Fucking hell…,"- I cursed and placed my palm on my forehead, still unable to believe his boldness and childish behavior when he gets sad or pissed, -"Marco, wait up!"- But he didn't stopped, he didn't want to. He didn't want to face me, he didn't want to see my face and he didn't want me to help him, -"Fuck's sake, Marco!"- I trotted after him and caught up with him, gripping his arm to pull him towards me, -"Jesus fuck, you're such a kid!"

I started to hoist him up in my arms to carry him to my room but he literally pushed me away, -"Leave me alone, Jean,"- He gulped, holding back tears and sobs, -"I… I don't need you."

Uff, that hurts. Fuck, it hurts. I felt my chest tightening.

-"And stop treating me like… like you own me, like I'm your pet or…"- He couldn't explain it anymore. He looked away from my gaze.

-"Marco…"- That wasn't true. I don't treat him like that… right?

-"I… can't even worry about you? I can't look out for you? Just like you do me?"- Now he looked at and man, he's trying really hard not to burst in tears, -"You do so much for me but you… you don't let me do all those things for you. Why? I… I love you, Jean, and I worry about you so much. I always think about you and all you've being through and it pains me to see that you don't take care of yourself, that you think more of me and so little of yourself…"

Why? Because when you do, Marco, you end up wounded and hurt. I thought but the words got stuck in my mouth. I couldn't speak, I couldn't say anything.

-"I appreciate everything you've done for me, I really do but… I want you to think about yourself too and I want to do all those things for you too but you don't let me..."- Marco spoke softly, narrowing me with sorrow and distress. He wanted me to say something…

But I didn't say anything. I had nothing to say. His words really warmed me but there's nothing I can say.

So Marco just sighed, closed his eye to avoid shedding tears, and trudged away and something told me not to go after him again –at least not yet. All I can do now is try to forget about him and his sad face, his words and…

But it's impossible. No matter what I do, I can't shake him off my mind. I was preparing a sandwich or most likely trying to distract my mind but it wasn't working. Heck, I wasn't even hungry. I kept thinking about him and his words, his sorrow and disappointed expression.

I sighed and slammed my head on the table. You did it again, Jean. You fucked up.

It's stupid, isn't it? Our whole quarrel is stupid. We're stupid. We both acted like kids and I kept calling Marco a kid when I acted like a kid too. Like an immature. Like someone who doesn't think before speaking. That's me. Marco was just looking out for me, I know, and I wasn't grateful of that. I've always looked out for him. I still do. I don't even think about this, I don't even contemplate the fact that I place his life and health before mines. He's right, everything he said was true. I think little, if nothing, of myself. It's always him, him, him, and guess what? I can't help it. I can't. Yeah, when he tries to help me, I kind of… push him away or just totally ignore his intentions. I don't thank him, I don't…

I just don't want him to get hurt. Look at what happened when I fainted in school and he protected me. He's wounded and can barely walk. I can't let something like that happen again…

But then again Marco's deeply worried and sad about me and he wants to help, he wants to take care of me and I've been a jerk to him all this time. I should apologize. I have to. He's just like me –in his own way, anyways.

I sighed as I stood up from the chair, regretting dropping my head onto the table like that and hitting my already bruised forehead. As I rubbed it, I sauntered upstairs to my room, -"Marco?"- I called, not seeing him anywhere. I looked around and spotted my bathroom's door open, though, and when I peeked I heard the shower on and Marco talking to himself.

-"I can't believe him…,"- He said, sobbing, -"Why doesn't he let me help him? He's so stubborn…,"- He mumbled, sighing frequently in dismal, -"But I love him so much…"

I sighed next and then smiled, I love you too, Marco. As silently as possible, I entered the bathroom and closed the door. He didn't notice. In addition to the constant showering sound, he was still mumbling to himself, completely oblivious of what's going on outside his little mental dilemma. He had the shower curtain open and I could perfectly see his luscious, rounded butt.

I sauntered closer to his position, slowly and silently taking my clothes off, -"What am I supposed to do if he doesn't let me help him? I'm so worried…"- He sobbed again, hands on his face as he reeled his troubled mind.

I placed my clothes on the toilet's lid and kept sauntering closer to the shower, now naked. I stepped in it and when I was an inch away from him, he noticed someone was in and gasped. Before he could turn around, though, I shrouded my arms around his body and pulled him close to me, resting my head on his shoulder, -"Hey, Marco…"

-"J-Jean… you startled me…"- He blushed and looked over his shoulder to me.

-"I'm sorry, I… didn't mean to,"- I apologized and buried my face deeper in his shoulder, feeling like an ass for barging in after we discussed. I've bathe with him before but sometimes he prefers his privacy instead of my company –especially when we argue. Doesn't matter. I'm in and I had to apologize, -"Marco, I… wanted to apologize for everything. I shouldn't have said those things and I'm so sorry for making you feel like I own you. I-I don't, I swear I don't and I wanna fucking kill myself for making you feel like it. You're not my pet or anything, you're my boyfriend, the man I love with all my heart and the most special and important person for me,"- I began, shedding a few tears and squeezing my arms around him, -"I'm a fucking idiot. I'm a fucking moron for not accepting your help back there and snapping at you the way I did. You weren't doing anything wrong, you were just worried about me and trying to help me. You're right, I don't look out for myself the way I should but you do and I was such a jerk for not appreciating it…"

Marco kept quiet, listening to me carefully.

-"I want to change that, Marco, because if anything, I… really need you,"- I shifted my head close to his ear, -"And I love you so much too…"

He gasped and his cheeks blushed more, -"Y-you heard?"

I nodded and nuzzled his neck, -"I'm sorry for being so stubborn and calling you a kid. I think I'm the real kid between us."

Marco shook and pursed his lips, -"No, I-I'm the one who acted like a kid, Jean. Let's be real."

A small smile rose to my lips, -"You looked cute, you know."

Marco chuckled and we both ended up laughing at how we both probably looked stupid butt hurt because of the other.

-"So, you forgive me?"- I asked, still embracing him from behind, -"I'll change that, I promise. I'll think about myself a bit more from now on."

-"Yes, Jean, I do and I'd like that. I-"- He suddenly yelped and reached down to touch the brace on his knee, -"Oh, the brace! It-"

-"I got it,"- I knelt and sealed the brace, -"There. Try not make abrupt movements with it, alright?"

Marco nodded, his cheeks still blushed and specially now since I was down here, just below his perfect butt. I grinned and made my way up while kissing his calf and tight smoothly, running my tongue up and making him moan silently. He exhaled when I nuzzled his bun playfully, biting his soft and sweet skin, -"Jean…"- He babbled my name as his body shook with pleasure. He clenched his hands and bit his lips when I started to stroke his tights with the tip of my fingers, prickling his skin, and licking the bottom of his bun lecherously, sucking his skin often, -"J-Jean…"

From the gap between his leg, I saw a boner coming right up. I grinned again. I liked to arouse Marco. I liked getting him hard this quick. I rose up, trailing my hands up his slick back and ending on his shoulder. With my arm around his neck, I licked my way up his neck after kissing and sucking it –my favorite spot in his body, yeah- and ended up on his cute earlobe. I kept toying with it while whispering sweet nothings to my boyfriend's ear, who shivered and vibrated in glee at my lewd words, -"Want me to fuck you?"- I eventually asked because I wanted to and because he couldn't get any harder –and because he wanted too. I know it. The cool atmosphere and our moist, naked bodies just… uff. It's the perfect place for me to penetrate him and hey, we won't need any lubricant! The water will smooth everything.

Marco nodded coyly and very slowly, -"Mjum…"- He hummed and looked over his shoulder to me, his cheek red and his eyes full of lust.

My grin grew as I slowly pushed his body against the wall. I kept kissing his neck and shoulder, sucking and biting his skin gently, as I thrusted my index and middle fingers in his anus. Marco moaned as I twisted my fingers and separated them, opening his rectum wide for the entrance of my cock. I shoved my hips forward, seeping my dick in slowly, and Marco writhed and shivered before me. I started lunging my body back and forth slowly, gripping my boyfriend's hips firmly while doing so. As he moaned louder and louder, Marco body's clashed onto the tile each time I shoved my hips forward. When I increased speed, he bent and held on to the wall, -"Fuck, Marco…"- I felt my body scorch despite the cold water pouring down on us with each thrust. I felt my stiff dick deep in his anus send waves of pleasures across my body and I liked it. I liked how it felt. I wanna feel it more.

Marco was moaning louder, -"Jean… please…,"- He wanted me to fuck him faster. And I did because I also wanted to. I began to shove my hips forward into his rectum faster and harsher, with more impetus, making Marco's body sway back and forth as he bleated out loud, -"Jean…! Please… don't stop…,"- He babbled, trying to look over his shoulder to me. I saw a glimpse of it and I adored the sight; his face was plastered with lust and anticipation; he wanted more, he wanted me to please him more. His was so red that I couldn't see his freckles. His mouth was gaped and drool dripped out from it, -"It feels so good…"

My stiff dick began to spit cum in his rectum as I accelerated my moves, boosted by his pleas. Oh yeah? I can make you feel even better, I though and tried to word it out but I couldn't. My throat burned and it burned even more when I trusted deeper in with force, impulsively reaching for his mouth while my other hand went for his dick. Marco had darted his head back at the ebbs of pleasure and I dipped my fingers in quickly, feeling his gooey drool drench them. Marco gurgled something but I couldn't understand him, -"Je… an…"- My hand gripped his already slimy dick and jerk it off as fast as I fucked him. I couldn't peel off of him, I couldn't step back, I just kept pleasuring him everywhere and he was way up in euphoria. I saw his face full of pleasure, his red and wet face, and his mouth gaped. I wasn't planning on getting him down. I wanted him to keep feeling that good and even better.

I really don't know how far my dick was in his anus, though, but I felt it pretty in already, deeper than last time we had sex. A sudden ebb of worry splashed me but I ignored it as I felt an orgasm closing in –and not only to me. Marco wheezed and puffed as his dick hardened even more in my hand. I squeezed it and fingered, -"Marco… fuck… it's so close…"

-"Jean…!"- He bleated, gripping his dick along with my hand, -"Jean, I'm coming!"- And he came alright, with a loud and deep exhale of pleasure, even before bleating that out. His cock splattered a mess of cum into my hand and dripping to the tiles beneath. I came too at the same time and I felt my cum shroud my dick, seeping and dripping from the small gap of his butt at the amount. I exhaled too, feeling bliss overwhelm me and enjoying the feel of my dick in there.

We panted heavily and Marco got lithe and shaky, his hold on the tiles slipping. I held him with an arm around his torso, -"You… okay?"- I asked, a bit worried as I brushed the bangs of his hair away a bit so I could see his face.

He nodded slowly, his mind still in a trance of bliss, -"Mjum…"

I started to pull my body back slowly, hauling my cock out of his rectum. It thumped and a mess of jizz dripped out of his wide hole, -"Holy shit..."- I exclaimed silently, observing the jumble of cum beneath us. My boyfriend suddenly pulled me towards him and smashed his lips on mines. He's still randy after that, huh. We kissed madly for long minutes, raking our hands across our wet bodies and kissing our soft spots.

Eventually, we reluctantly peeled off each other and bathed, prattling on and on about… well, sex. Marco couldn't stop talking about how good I made him feel and that he wished he could do the same to me. Really, I couldn't help feel a gleeful thrill prickle my whole body at his words. Marco? Fucking me? Is that even possible? Oh boy, now my mind's rife with naughty thoughts. I thought about him fucking me in bed, I thought about how good it must feel to him so deep in and…

-"I love you, Jean…"- He whispered to my ear as we laid comfortably in bed after shower. We were nursing our wounds with ice as the doctor suggested.

-"Huh?"- I mumbled, shaking my head and placing the ice bag back to place on his knee, -"You said somethin', babe?"

Marco giggled and nuzzled my neck, -"That you're the most dreamy boyfriend ever,"- He murmured in my ear, ramping my torso down to my bed as he settled his body beside me, his knee still raised, -"What're you thinking about?"

I felt my cheeks heat up and looked away, -"Uh, n-no… I'm just wondering about, um…"

My boyfriend had a playful smile on lips as he narrowed me lovingly, -"Hmm…?"- With his quick hand, he turned my head to face his by my chin.

I bit my lips, trying to stay cool despite my clear arousal here. Goddamn him, whenever he gets seductive and naughty like this, he always manages to unbalance and break my cool, -"Uh… you know me, babe. I'm thinking about how good you'd look on a tuxedo."- Jesus, that was pathetic.

Marco giggled again, -"Really…?"- Seductively, he ran his hand up my abdomen from underneath my shirt.

I bit my lip harder, feeling my dick thump, -"Y-yeah…"

With a seductive look on his face, he leaned down to me and whispered, -"Don't lie…"

That's it. That's all it took for my cock to go hard, -"Fuck…,"- I cursed and grabbed Marco's head, pulling it towards mines and smashing our lips together. I ravened my tongue in his mouth and tangled with his. Marco expected it –in fact, it was all part of his little devious plan. He settled his body over mines and kept answering all my kisses effectively. We moaned and breathed into each of our mouths, feeling our hot breaths prickle our skin as we moved in synch, -"I…, fuck…, I was thinking about you fucking me, alright?"- I confessed as he sucked the skin on the core of my neck.

Marco giggled, -"I know…,"- He affirmed and looked up, running his slim and smooth finger across my jaw, -"But you're gonna have to wait a bit for that…"- He spoke teasingly.

-"Aw, come on. Don't cock-block me,"- I said, not really joking, -"Is it gonna be a surprise then?"

Marco smiled broadly, -"I don't know. I guess you have to wait and see."

-"Fuck you, Freckles."- I said and started kissing him again. We ended up making out for the rest of the evening until he managed to indulge and please my hard-on. We kept fooling around until sleep caught up with us.