"He Jean, we need to get ready to go to school." Marco woke Jean up, shaking him lightly. Jean groaned and sat up. "Ugh, fine." Jean complained. He decided to take an easier route, and he just got up instead of complaining some more. "Do you have some clothes for me?" Jean asked Marco while scratching his head. "Yeah, hold on." Marco said, walking off. Marco returned moments later with a T-shirt and a baggy pair of jeans.

       Jean put the larger clothing on him, it felt very loose, yet comfortable. Despite everything Jean read about a boyfriend lending their lover clothes to wear, he only just figured out that the clothes weren't very warm. "If anyone wants to know, you can always say you stole them from you dad, or something." Marco said simply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, I'll just say that I stole them from you instead." Jean replied gently. He placed a quick kiss on Marco's freckled nose before they went out to the car, and made their way to the school.

      "Hey Marco, you have no idea how much I appreciate you." Jean said. It was out of a the blue, and it appeared from no where. Marco blushed warmly. "I really appreciate you too Jean." Marco replied, and he put his hand in Jean's as they walked, alongside each other, to the school from the lot.

       Classes were always the same, lectures and boring high school work. Jean always found it hard to concentrate during the day, it proved to be too mundane for his mindset. He found himself sketching random pictures of Marco on his notes. Jean shoved his pencil in his pocket as the bell rang. He shoved his books in his locker and went to the lunch room to meet up with his freckled boyfriend.

      "Hey Jean." Connie said before he shoved a piece of stale cafeteria bread in his mouth. "Hey man." Jean greeted, and he took a seat. "Eren said that Reiner's gonna throw an awesome party this weekend, maybe you and Marco should go." Connie suggested. Jean looked at Marco over his shoulder for an agreement. Marco nodded and rolled his eyes. "I'm hoping that was a yes." Jean laughed. "Only if you don't do anything stupid." Marco joked, putting his hand on Jean's shoulder.

      "You know I won't." Jean tried, causing a snicker to come from Connie. "Jean, I don't think any of us believe that, especially from your mouth." Connie laughed. Jean folded his arms. "Shut it baldy." Jean said. Connie only laughed again before walking away to join Sasha at the other table. Jean turned to Marco to look at him. "Please Marco." Jean begged, putting both his hands on Marco's shoulders. "Fine, we can." Marco sighed in defeat. Jean smiled happily, and he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on Marco's lips. "I love you too Jean." He laughed as Jean pulled away.

       "Marco, you saint, let's go get some food." Jean said as he took Marco's hand and led him to the lunch line.

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        Of all the weirdest occurrences between Jean's friends, more like acquaintances, was that Sasha actually didn't want any food that day. Armin and Connie seemed to be the same way. "Guys, what's going on?" Berthold asked, setting his empty milk carton on the table. "We had to sit through another lesson with Dr. Zoe, and they made us watch some videos." Sasha said, groaning as she held her stomach. Reiner only raised his eyebrow in confusion, but some others winced. "That bad?" Ymir asked, setting her arm on the table in an abrupt manner.

       Armin nodded silently. Some others glanced around at each other. "Well, at least we aren't going to Garrison Hall to learn things from Mr. Pixis, or even Mr. Hannes." Marco said, trying to reason with his startled friends. "No. It was worse." Armin spoke quietly, and his hushed voice was the last thing heard at the table before the bell rang.

      This wouldn't worry him normally, only, Jean had Dr. Zoe next.

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      "Oh come on Jean, it wasn't that bad." Marco said, jabbing Jean in the side with his elbow. "How are you not terrified right now?" Jean asked quietly. "Jean, you need to grow up a bit. We've both seen worse." Marco said with a wince as he gazed to the right. A much needed grimace passed over his freckled face. "Yeah. Maybe I shouldn't have said it like that." Marco said.

     Jean dexided to get pay back. He bore a mischievous smirk as he joked with Marco. "Then I guess you won't have to see it again, I'll just have to tell you to control yourself next time." Jean said with a smirk. Marco began to sputter out all kinds of incoherent words, his face lit up with the color red, and some guilt showed in his brown eyes. "I won't hold you against it, but only if you take back what you said, Marco." Jean said, this time staring directly at Marco.

     "I'm not going to do it Jean, you'll just have to deal with never kissing me again, and I'll manage fine." Marco said dryly, though there was a lot of mischief saturated in his words. "Fine Marco, maybe I was childish, just don't go drastic on me." Jean groaned, bumping into Marco with a fake, pleading voice. "I don't know Jean. You'll have to change my mind." Marco said, and he bore a knowing smirk.

      Jean leaned in to kiss Marco, it was soft, and filled with happiness. When Jean pulled away from him, Marco only said, "I think you need to do that again, I haven't completely changed my mind." Marco joked. Laughter filled the air immediately after, and their smiles seemed to light up the boring day. Jean threw his arm over Marco's shoulder and hugged him close, causing more contagious giggles to come from Marco's mouth.

      "Why are you always so happy, it's too fucking cute." Jean fake-groaned. "Do you want me to stop?" Marco asked with a smile. "No. I like it." Jean said, serious this time. Marco wanted to burst with joy, and warm color splashed across his face and onto his ears and neck. "I love you Jean." He said finally, hugging Jean closer.

       Marco kissed Jean happily before they pulled away, and they walked back to Marco's home.

     They opened the door, and tossed their shoes to the doorstep. "Mum, I'm home." Marco called out. "I'm in my bedroom, I'm about to take a nap." She called out. "Okay, tell me if you need me." Marco called back. "Hey, do you have homework?" Marco asked with a hushed voice. "No, I haven't had- woah!" Jean yelped as Marco dragged Jean by his arm. "Shh, come on." Marco whispered. Marco walked Jean to his bedroom, and he closed the door behind them.

     "Marco, what are you doing?" Jean asked confused, moments before Marco appeared inches in front of him. Marco leaned forward until their noses touched, and he began to pull Jean's shirt up, kissing him gently before the fabric passed his face. After the shirt was tossed to the side Marco pushed Jean onto the bed. Marco began to lay gentle kisses down Jean's neck, it caused him to sigh happily as he laid back on the bed. Jean grabbed Marco's shirt and pulled it gruffly before putting his hand under the shirt. He brushed Marco's bare skin softly with his hand.

      Marco smiled warmly into another kiss. A loud obnoxious noise came from the side of the bed. "Damn it." Jean groaned as he turned slightly to pick up the phone. "Hello?" He asked into it. "Hey Jean,  do you think you could come help me move some boxes, I'm helping my grandfather move." Armin said from the other line.

      Jean wanted to sigh in protest, but Armin's grandfather was a good guy. "Alright, hold on a bit." Jean said. "Thanks Jean, bye." Armin said as he hung up the phone. Jean looked up at Marco. Marco bit his lip and looked away. "Armin, that fucking cock block. My boner just died." Jean laughed dryly, causing Marco to giggle a bit. "Oh well, let's go help him." Marco sighed before leaning down to kiss Jean on the nose.

     Marco got in the car, and he started it. "I'm hoping that there won't be much to do." Jean said hopefully. "You are going to help, even if there is a lot to do." Marco pressed with a stern gaze. "But mom!" Jean protested jokingly. "No buts." Marco demanded.

     They rode in a comfortable silence to Armins grandfather's house. Jean's hand was placed gently on Marco's free hand. 

      "We're here." Marco said to his quiet boyfriend, who almost dozed off in the silence of the car. "Okay, let's go." Jean sighed. he leaned over to kiss the freckled teen before getting out of the car. "You're a sap."  He sighed happily as he stepped out of the car. "Quiet, you." Jean said, bearing a red face. Marco held a big cheese smile as they walked to the porch and knocked on the door.

       Moments later Armin appeared at the door. "Hey guys, thanks so much. Eren would have come, but he had to study for a test in calculus." Armin said with a thankful expression on his face. "Im fine with that." Jean said dryly. A scowl appeared when he thought of Eren. "Jean." Marco said with a very stern look, like most mothers had when that scolded their children. 

       "Come on, the boxes are in the living room." Armin said, beckoning the other two to come in. 

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       "Hey, do you guys want some ice cream, or something, that's most of the boxes. I'll get the rest." Armin said from the other room. "Only if it's okay with you." Jean replied, and he sounded genuine, and not like an ass.

      "Okay, you can take the ice cream to go. I'll be good on my own." Armin said, later appearing at the door. "Here." He said handing the ice cream over with a smile. "Thanks Armin." Marco said with a soft smile. 

      Jean and Marco left the house after Armin and his grandfather thanked them again.

       "Hey, Marco?" Jean said, grabbing Marco's attention as they walked to the car. "Yeah?" Marco asked, curious at what Jean had to say. "I was thinking, I've never taken you on a dinner date, and it makes me feel like a terrible boyfriend-" Marco interrupted. "You are not."

       "Yeah, but I was wondering, y'know...  Do you wanna go on a date with me?..." Jean asked shyly. Marco had a big cheese smile once the words left Jean's mouth. "Of course." He replied. Jean's heart fluttered again. They stepped in the car, and Marco drove them back.

        The car pulled into the drive way. "Wait, Marco?  Why are we here?" Jean asked, confused as to why were at his house. "You need to make things right, and if you get hurt, then you don't have to stay. No matter what happens, come tell me." Marco said, almost like a mother.

      "I'm actually upset with you now, but I will." Jean sighed, and he leaned over to kiss Marco passionately before leaving the car.

      Jean walked up the drive, and knocked on the door. It creaked open, and the person in the door way was his mother. "Jeanboy? I thought you left for good." She said, almost sounding hurt. "Look. What are your thoughts on me?" Jean asked.

      "Jeanboy, I could never hate you, you're my son." She replied. Jean wanted to cry. "Your father, I'm not sure if he feels the same. I don't know what he thinks, but I have always loved you. Even when your attitude went south." She said.

     "I'm sorry mom. I thought you hated me, just like father did." Jean wheezed. "I'm sorry I didn't have enough time for you, I was always trying to deal with him. Just remember that I love you, and I don't care who you love." She replied. Jean began to crack, and his face went red. He took his mother into a hug, and he began to cry. "Jeanboy, don't cry. Go get your clothes, I don't reccomend staying here, your father is drunk again." Jean nodded in response to his mother's words.

       He went upstairs and grabbed his clothes and stuffed them into a bag. He thought for a while before grabbing his money, and art supplies. "I need dress clothes." He said to himself before grabbing a blazer, a tie, a shirt, and a nice pair of slacks. He went down the stairs and before he opened the door, he fought a familiar gaze.

      He didn't acknowledge that his father was staring at him with hard, and drunk eyes. Jean left the house, and didn't look back. Jean walked down the drive, and back to the car.

     "How did it go?" Marco asked gently as Jean opened the door. "It went good with my mom, but my dad just stared at me with cold eyes." Jean replied. Marco reached his hand over to Jean, he gripped Jean's hand in his own. Jean looked over at Marco. "I love you Jean." Marco said softly.

       Jean didn't stop himself from almost throwing himself on his boyfriend. He kissed Marco swiftly, and hugged him close. "God Marco. I do too..." Jean croaked out, kissing Marco once more before pulling away. "You're just too nice." Jean said, squeezing Marco's hand tight.

        Marco smiled at Jean softly before driving back to his house.

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      "Let's go, we can put your clothes up." Marco said, walking to his room. The moment they entered the room Jean swiftly closed the door behind him, and he threw himself at Marco.

       "Wha-" Marco tried before soft lips began to attack his own. Jean pinned Marco to his bed and he began to kiss the freckled boy softly.

       Jean began to kiss down Marco's neck, leaving soft purple bruises as he went down. Jean began to work at Marco's shirt, pulling it over his head. "God, Marco. I wanted to do this in the car." Jean sighed as he kissed Marco again. Marco blushed happily has he heard Jean's words slip from his mouth.

     Jean kissed down Marco's stomach until he reached his happy trail, causing soft giggles and whimpers to come from Marco's mouth. Marco's pants had become tighter, and he quickly whished that it wasn't so easy for him to get aroused.

     Jean smirked when he noticed the growing tent, and he began to work at Marco's belt. Marco whined softly when he felt cold air hit his erection, signaling that his pants had been taken off. Jean kissed Marco's cheek gently before going back to his hardened dick.

     Marco felt a warm, wet presence around his erection, he looked down to find Jean giving him a blow job. Marco moaned out Jean's name as he began to get closer. Stars danced in his vision, and soon he found himself whimpering. It hit hard and fast, he let out one last moan. Marco breathed heavily as he looked down at Jean. Jean wiped his mouth with his arm, and he swallowed. Marco blushed heavily.

    After they both calmed down Marco put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt before crawling back into bed to snuggle with Jean as he drifted into sleep. 

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Hey guys, I'm sorry this one is late, I had a writer's block. I hope you enjoyed, Happy Holidays! I'm not sure when the next chapter will get out. Happy birthday to Levi.