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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Jean_Kirstein, Marco_Bott, Bertolt_Hoover, Connie_Springer
  Additional Tags:
      NSFW, jeanmarco, Porn, fluff_at_first, Smut, uh_how_does_one_tag_things,
      for_mouse, idk_-_Freeform, Fingering, blowjob, intercourse, uh, I'm_Sorry
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-17 Words: 3081
****** Bone ******
by UnmaskedTomatoes
Summary
     The freckled teen got himself nice and comfortable on top of Jean,
     not really noticing the weird noises coming from the other male
     underneath him. When he stopped and actually listened his blush was
     back because, was he moaning? That's weird. Oh, oh that makes sense.
     Yeah that's. That's probably a boner pressing up against his thigh.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"...You're not going, Marco?"
Jean startled the freckled boy as soon as he had peered around the corner, his
voice making him jump as it contrasted from the near silence of the cabin. For
a while Marco stood there attempting to get his thoughts straight so he could
formulate a response to Jean, and in turn, the blonde laughed.
Marco just shook his head, going back to taking his gear off with a flush
lining his face as Jean stepped into the room further.
"Nah, drinking isn't my thing. We're all underage, remember?"
"Who cares about being underage when we have titans to worry about?" Jean
shoots back with a step closer to Marco. Probably a step too close, honestly,
but neither of them moved away.
"... Did you hear the first part? Drinking isn't my thing. ... Shit, it's
stuck."
"Lemme help."
Before Marco could protest, Jean dropped to his knees and went to working on
unlatching the clasp on his belt that Marco always manages to get stuck. He
wasn't going to protest anyways because Jean always has to help him with it and
it was also really nice to see Jean on his knees- I mean. What? Marco didn't
like that. Honest.
Jean didn't stand when he was finished though, he went right ahead and took off
the rest of the gear strapped to his leg. It made Marco's face turn just a bit
redder and he thought perhaps he should mention that Jean is pretty close and
this is uncomfortable but only because he's getting turned on I mean you're
breathing on his dick, but the blonde went ahead and interrupted him.
"I'm not going because Reiner's the worst drunk in the world. Eren too. And
Connie. Also Sasha. And-"
"Everyone, basically," Marco cut him off, his head cocked downwards to raise an
eyebrow at Jean, who looked right back up at him and snickered.
"Basically." He grunted as he pulled the rest of Marco's belts off and tossed
them all in the corner of the room somewhere, probably lost. To that, Marco
groaned loudly and went to go nab them.
"So it's just us in here then, yeah?" Marco inquired as he bent to look under
Bertholdt's bed. Jeez Jean, just shove it in the farthest corner of the room
why don't you.
"Yeah. Whattaya wanna do for the next 5 hours?"
Marco almost choked. Jean almost looked up from his nails to see if he was
okay.
"5 hours?"
"I don't know why you're so surprised. Find em yet?"
"Ugh, yes, let me just..." Marco's full concentration went to reaching all the
way under Bertholdt's bed to get his harnesses.
Why was Marco even wearing harnesses what the hell Marco? Literally no one else
is in their uniform-
Oh god is that underwear ugh ew Jesus Christ get that away-
"We could do a panty raid."
Marco momentarily looked away from underneath Bertholdt's bed to Jean, his face
still contorted into an expression of disgust.
"I don't wanna die tonight."
Jean sighed and flopped on to his bed with a loud thump. It wasn't very
comfortable and so the blonde ended up hissing in pain.
By then Marco was halfway underneath Bertholdt's bed, his fingers just barely
brushing his belts. If he moved any more he would get stuck. Never mind, he's
already stuck.
"J-Jean. Jean help I'm stuck oh my wall Sina-"
"Chill, I got you." And with that, Jean sat himself on the floor and began to
pull Marco up by the arm to drag him out from under the bed.
Jean didn't expect him to come out so easy and, not only did he punch himself
in the face, Marco did too, and also landed on him after knocking him flat on
his back.
Marco of course couldn't help but laugh and continue to squish Jean by
sprawling out on top of him. What a jerk, wow Marco.
The freckled teen got himself nice and comfortable on top of Jean, not really
noticing the weird noises coming from the other male underneath him. When he
stopped and actually listened his blush was back because, was he moaning?
That's weird. Oh, oh that makes sense. Yeah that's. That's probably a boner
pressing up against his thigh.
"Jean?" Marco squeaked, afraid to move, but also afraid to stay still.
Jean only responded by joining his knees together but of course that didn't
help.
"J-just shut up, my god, I- fuck," Jean spluttered and began to try and move
out from under Marco. "My- I'm, I'm just really- I've just been
reallyfuckingpentupalright?"
Marco 'oof'ed when the blonde slipped out from under him and he landed on the
floor unexpectedly. Also unexpectedly, he started chuckling to himself.
"You should have said something sooner Jean, I'd be glad to help."
Fucking hell, Marco slapped himself mentally. He actually said that, oh my god?
Too fucking late now Bodt, nice going he probably thinks you're some weirdo gay
and he's gonna make fun of you and tell everyone-
"Well fuck, if we're gonna be here alone for 5 hours..." Fucking hell, Jean
slapped himself mentally. He actually said that, oh my god? Too fucking late
now Kirschtein, nice going he probably thinks you're some weirdo gay and he's
gonna make fun of you and tell everyone because he was probably joking-
While Jean was thinking this thought for a good while, Marco mustered up the
nerve to make the first move by leaning forward and connecting their mouths.
Immediately, Jean's brain turned to mush because Marco smelled really fucking
nice and his face was really- it had a really nice shape up close that he was
rather attracted to and there goes his cock bulging in his pants.
Marco pulled away to check Jean's reaction. He didn't look mortified like
expected, so Marco kissed him again, and after that again and again until Jean
crawled into his lap and made a really bold move by tentatively grinding his
hips into the freckled boy.
Marco let out a breath and Jean stole it when he gasped, his hips jerking and
throwing him off balance. He almost toppled over but Marco caught him by the
hips.
"L-let's, uh," Jean jerked his head over to his bed not too far away to finish
his sentence, his face flushed almost completely red out of lust and
embarrassment. He hasn't ever let someone touch him like this before and he
never expected he would let someone touch him like this within just a few
months of knowing them.
But he was fucking needy and he'd take anything he could get. (Not to mention
Marco's a huge hottie.)
Marco nodded, letting out a weak, awkward chuckle as he got up, helped Jean up,
and gently guided him over to the bed, pushing him down with enough force to
get him to fall on his back on the mattress.
Jean pulled Marco down a bit too roughly to connect their mouths again, trying
to get comfortable with him before he let anything go farther. The raven haired
teen thread his arms around the other's waist as he suckled and kissed his
lips, a short smack accompanied by each one.
It wasn't too long before Jean was out of breath and holding back whines and
bucking his hips into Marco again, one part of him wanting to just get his dick
sucked already, the other part wanting his first time to go slow and nice and
memorable.
Marco, on the other hand, took his sweet ass time in kissing along his jaw and
down his neck and moving his collar out of the way to suck on his shoulders and
leave nice dark spots that made Jean frown, but quite frankly he didn't give a
care. Marco was taking off his shirt and that's the only thing his mind was
focused on. That, and how painfully hard he was.
The blonde let out a soft moan, mostly of frustration, as Marco kept kissing
and sucking and lapping at his bruised and sore skin, his hips involuntarily
rolling into Marco's. He hasn't even realized he was being straddled, but once
he registered it he couldn't help another moan.
"Marco, goddaaaamn, just fucking-"
Marco cut him off by returning to his lips and smooching them again, muffling
his whimpers and whines and only pulling back when Jean pushed him off. He took
in a shaky breath before speaking.
"I just, Marco please do something I swear, suck me or fuck me I don't even-"
Jean's face broke out into a fierce burning red after he had cut himself off
and stared at Marco. Not only did his expression make his dick feel like it was
going to explode, but it was the single eyebrow raise that really fucking got
him and made him want to gnaw his own lip off.
Marco didn't say anything for a long while, opting to kiss Jean's face and
lips, and then he pulled back.
"Would you be alright if I fucked you?"
Jean's first instinct was to nod because holy shit just imagine it, how amazing
would that be? Marco pounding into him and making his head spin and cock throb
and-
But he just shrugged for now because would he really be alright with it? Jean
is surprised at himself for thinking before saying anything.
Marco wasn't sure whether or not to take that as a yes or no so he just kept
looking at Jean with the same expression, watching him squirm under his gaze
and resisting the urge to look at every inch of him.
Jean looked like a hot fucking mess and it turned Marco on like crazy.
Jean was pretty confused with the lack of response from Marco and for a long
while he squirmed and resisted touching himself but also wanting to try it just
to see what Marco would say, would he stop him?
"Fuckin, fuck, just fuck me I swear to Christ- Marco Bodt-"
Jean cut himself off again, this time to moan a little too loud for his liking
when Marco latched his lips on to his neck and sucked hard enough to make it
hurt so good and send the ecstasy all the way down to his groin just like it
had every time.
Marco didn't waste a lot of time in trailing his lips to the hem of Jean's
pants, nor did he spend too long on opening them up and shoving them off of the
blonde's lanky legs to free his dick making a tent in his boxers.
Jean hissed at the relief of not feeling like he was about to explode. He was
still painfully aroused, however, and Marco didn't make anything better when he
licked up along the shaft, through his boxers.
Jean thread his fingers through Marco's black locks on instinct, urging him to
keep doing such amazing things with his tongue but, of course, the most
important part was to try and take off that goddamn underwear that was in his
way.
Marco sensed his distress about the underwear and pulled them off as well,
tossing them over with his pants blindly. Again Marco licked up his shaft, and
the blonde hissed and moaned all in one breath at the cold air hitting his hard
on and the feel of Marco's amazing tongue all over him, lapping at every inch
of his dick he could get his mouth on. The only problem was that he was taking
his time with it.
Jean was about to complain until Marco unexpectedly took his entire cock into
his mouth, and it made the blonde lose his breath and choke at how fucking
awesome the freckled teen was at doing this, even if his teeth did pinch him
just a little.
The blonde tightened his grip on the raven locks in his hand, urging him down
farther even though he was as far as he could go, swallowing in his place,
unable to move and managing short breaths in through his nose. Jean allowed him
back up again for just a bit of breath before slamming his head back down
again, his cock sliding easily into Marco's mouth and throat.
For a while Marco let Jean fuck his mouth until his breathing was erratic and
he seemed so close to cumming, face flushed and noises, beautiful noises
pouring out of his throat without much of a filter at all. Only then did Marco
take control again, and force himself up from the dick in his mouth. The
blonde's hand was still in his hair even as he pulled off with a nice pop, and
he looked rather confused and disappointed. His fingers left Marco's head as he
pulled away from Jean entirely- but it was only to strip. He was still fully
clothed, after all.
Jean waited squirming on his bed and resisting the urge to get himself off from
Marco stripping, but soon enough the freckled boy was done and settling himself
in between Jean's spread legs, kissing his neck and grinding their flushed
cocks together without much of a rhythm that made the both of them whine in
need.
Jean wasn't going to take any more of Marco's teasing and grabbed him by the
sides in some sort of silent request to just fuck him already.
The freckled boy only complied when even it was too much for him to take and,
at a loss for any lube, he thought using his saliva was a good idea.
Why not? He lathered his fingers in his own spit and hastily pushed one finger
into the other. Jean arched his back and wriggled at the new weird feeling, but
he was not complaining at all. He rocked his hips into Marco's hand, hoping to
take more in even if the finger had already penetrated him down to the knuckle.
The second finger took longer to get used to. The stretching hurt him and made
him shiver and whine but Marco kissed him and the pain melted away- soon enough
he was rocking back on to his fingers and arching and wanting more.
The third finger was definitely the hardest to handle but god it felt the
greatest once he was comfortable enough. Marco had stretched him nice and wide
with his fingers, even curling them sometimes and brushing Jean's sweet spot,
earning him a sharp cry muffled into his elbow.
The blonde whined when Marco pulled out his fingers, but he yelped when he was
suddenly turned over on to his stomach. Marco positioned over him, his cock
pressed hard against Jean's ass as he leaned in close to his ear.
"You ready?"
Jean pulled his pillow closer before nodding. He stayed mostly quiet as Marco
leaned back upwards to start pushing into him with gentle hands, aside from the
muffled moan every now and then.
When Marco had filled him up nice and deep and full, Jean let himself hide in
his pillow as he felt his face heat up and knees quiver. He wasn't about to
deny it was very slightly uncomfortable, but the fact that Marco just felt so
fucking good inside of him made everything up.
"You alright?" Marco groaned to check up on him, starting up a nice and steady
pace when he got a nod in response. He leaned over Jean again to kiss his
shoulders and leave more love bites, moaning against his skin as the blonde
slowly began to loosen up around him just perfect.
His pace quickened a lot faster than he expected, but neither Jean or Marco
complained because for the both of them it was almost as if it was just the two
of them in an eternal dimension of bliss in that one moment- Jean's ass pulling
Marco's cock as he pounded into him and Marco's dick stretching and doing such
wonderful things to Jean's ass as he pounded into him. Jean arched and moaned
into his pillow, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he felt Marco just brush his
prostate.
He pushed himself up with his arms the best he could so he could just arch
perfectly into Marco ramming into him and as soon as he did so he saw stars
explode in front of his eyelids as he felt his legs become jelly. A rather loud
cry escaped him wasn't muffled by the pillow and it only seemed to make Marco
go even faster, groaning and huffing and puffing quite a lot himself.
Jean's head was spinning and he was losing his grip on reality as Marco pounded
into him relentlessly at an ever-increasing pace, hitting his sweet spot every
single time and hard and perfect.
"Mmmaaaaaaaarcooooooo-- I'm so- so I'm so clooose--!"
Jean spluttered a few more incoherent something's that Marco groaned to and
fucked him hard and deep and nice to that made Jean want to just explode. Jean
could barely hear the rough sound of skin slapping skin every time Marco thrust
into him again and again through all of his panting an moaning, and he was so
close to coming he was screaming and he could definitely hear Marco coming too.
"Maaarco, Marco- Marco!!"
 
"Jean- Jean- JEAN!"
Jean's eyes snapped open right as he came to see the blurry face of Connie and
Bertholdt. His legs and blankets were sticky as well as his cheeks and pillow,
but none of the males in the room seemed to care as Jean got himself together.
"...You were- you were dreaming about Marco again," Connie mumbled, the hand he
used to shake his shoulder and wake him up moving to run a hand across the top
of his shaved head.
"You alright?" Bertholdt mumbled. A pillow was clutched tight in his arms, to
his chest. It seemed that Jean had woken everyone up with his wet dream- except
for Jaeger, somehow. Thank god.
"Y-yeah, I'm... I'm fine," Jean managed to squeak out without sounding like he
was crying, and as soon as Connie and Bertl left him to fall back to sleep
again (despite his sticky-ness), he reached under his pillow for the shard of
bone that made his hand feel bare when it wasn't in it.
"I'll be there soon Marco," he whispered to the shard after kissing it, leaving
it in his hand as he slept and kept dreaming about the old times when he still
had his beautiful freckled angel boyfriend.
End Notes
     [NERVOUS CHUCKLING AND SWEATING] I'M SORRY I COULDN'T THINK OF ANY
     OTHER ENDING I'M SO SORRY I HOPE THE SMUT MADE UP FOR IT
     UHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT SORT OF IT WAS MY FIRST TIME SMUT AND I
     MEAN I LIKE IT SO UHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEha
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