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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bodt/Jean_Kirschtein
  Character:
      Marco_Bodt, Jean_Kirschtein
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, PWP, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-08-30 Words: 3103
****** In The Moment ******
by ribbonelle
Summary
     Jean decided to finally do it. After all, if not now, when else?
Notes
     written for tumblr user antiperspirantforbertholdt, who wanted,
     awkward first times for jean and marco! i gotta say this isn't as
     awkward as i'd like it to be, but i was working around one hell of a
     writing block. but here it is anyways!! nothing but porn, really.
Jean’s hands kneading and grabbing at Marco’s ass felt familiar, the open-
mouthed, hungry kisses even more so. Physical contact was a luxury when you
were training for an ever present war, and Marco was glad he and Jean had
worked things out between them, resulting in escapades such as this. It was
amazingwhat intimacy does for the soul, and Jean often held Marco like there
wasn’t anything more precious in the world. The familiarity was intoxicating,
it was solid, a comfort Marco never knew he desperately needed.
But when Jean’s hands slipped into his sleep pants, skin touching skin, it was
definitely new territory. New enough that Marco froze, his tongue partly in
Jean’s mouth.  Jean’s fingers kneaded a while, and Marco pulled back,
breathless.
“Jean? What are you—“
His words turned into a surprised yelp at Jean’s increasingly bold touch, palms
groping him with obvious intention. The expression on Jean’s face was focused
and slightly intimidated, despite the supposedly cocky smile he wore, “Touching
you. You okay with this?”
Marco bit his lip, the new gestures clearly bothering him more than usual,
“Yeah, it’s okay. But do you wanna…? I mean. Are we going to?” he was trying
hard to ask properly, but it was different having someone else’s hands there.
It made his toes curl.
“Yeah,” Jean answered breathlessly, pressing against Marco a little harder. The
rough bark of the tree was scratching up the back of Marco’s loose tee; he
didn’t mind it, it was old anyway; and Marco had to focus on the sensation to
keep himself grounded as Jean rolled his hips against Marco. The movement was
sloppy and awkward, but there was languid pressure on his hardening length, and
Marco couldn’t even bring himself to complain.
Instead he wrapped his arms tighter around Jean’s shoulders, and pulled him in
for a kiss. Unlike before, their liplock was slightly more frantic and
desperate. There was hunger somewhere in there too, nothing they’ve ever done
before, and it was so easy to get lost in the kiss.
Coming to his senses, nevertheless, Marco moved his head to the side, all
breathless, “But we don’t know…what to do?” It was mighty distracting to speak
while Jean was mouthing at his jaw, hands still busy on his ass.
“Don’t worry!” Jean perked up instantly, flashing Marco one of his confident
grins, “I got us covered. Got everything, trust me, I even asked our resident
homosexuals, but let’s not talk about that or I’ll lose my boner.”
Marco chuckled, “You mean Reiner and Bertl?”
“Marco.”
The trainee laughed harder, pecking Jean on the cheek in apology. He was
nervous, though. They’ve fooled around before, and had shyly brought up
penetrative sex, but…the fact that it was really going to occur was quite
intimidating.
The lantern Marco had brought was flickering, its light illuminating Jean’s
smile. This part of their training camp was usually quite dark, and there were
a few trees in the area, but for the most part, it was clear. They’ve always
gone here, though, this particular tree was large enough to provide them cover,
and its canopy proved as shelter. It was far enough from the barracks, no one
would notice them unless the lantern was placed too close to the tree trunk’s
edge, or if Jean got too loud.
It was sort of the general make out spot, but the trainees had silent
agreements on who gets to go there according to different days of the week.
Tuesday nights were Jean and Marco’s. They never outright told anyone they were
together, but nobody asked questions when it came to personal relationships.
Life was too short to bother people about who they chose to kiss, really.
Marco rolled his hips once against Jean’s, before slowly moving downwards,
trying to coax Jean into getting down on the ground with him. Their sleep
clothes were dark enough so that it wouldn’t be obvious if there were grass
stains, and the insistent grabbing at his ass made Marco’s knees weak, anyway.
“So you want to, mm, do me? Or what?” he mumbled, distracted by Jean’s teeth
against his jaw and how Jean was tugging at his pants down now.
“You did say you were curious about how it’d feel, right? You okay with that?”
Marco made a noise, hoping it was dark enough that Jean wouldn’t notice his
blush. This was quite embarrassing, “Y-yeah, it’s okay. But…go slow?”
Jean hummed, “Okay. Tell me right away if anything’s not good. We’ve got that
day off tomorrow, so we won’t have to worry about you…not being able to walk or
something.”
Despite his nervousness, Marco laughed, punching Jean’s shoulder lightly,
“You’re not thatbig, asshole.”
“So you think,” Jean retorted, and let go of Marco’s ass. He pulled something
from behind him, placing the objects beside them one by one. In the dim light,
Marco noted that it was a small jar of…something, a folded mat, a pack of
tissues. That explained the edged texture he felt while trying to run his hands
down Jean’s back, before forgetting about it as Jean licked into his mouth.
He was impressed, “You weren’t lying when you said you got us covered.”
Jean made an offended noise, before jerking his thumb towards himself, “Dude,
it’s Jean Kirschtein. You gotta learn to believe. Now lift up your ass for a
while, I don’t want you getting splinters there and blame me.”
Marco snorted, but obliged, helping a little as Jean spread out the mat he had
under the both of them. Marco settled a little uncomfortably; the tree wasn’t
an especially comfy place to lean against, nor was the mat against his bare
ass. Jean fixed that right up though, ignoring anything else to just slide his
fingers into Marco’s hair, tugging lightly as they kissed again. Jean really
was a sloppy kisser, all open mouths and tongues, and Marco loved it.
It was Marco who kicked his sleep pants off as Jean reached for the jar
 presented earlier, slightly conscious of his half-hard dick in the open. His
knees came together, shielding his groin from view for the time being. Yeah, it
was dark, but they’ve only seen each other’s junk three times or less. It
wasn’t a sin to be embarrassed, he was sure.
Jean flashed him a smile though, leaning to kiss his knee. One hand curved
around Marco’s thigh as he trailed kisses along darker skin. Marco swallowed
and stared, the blood rushing to his face making him slightly dizzy. Jean was
passionate sometimes, even more so after the initial ‘do you like me as much as
I like you’ deal they had gone through, but this was on a whole other level.
The trainee probably noticed Marco’s eyes on him, as he looked up, gaze lidded
from his own ministrations and the amount of skin Marco had bared. He laughed
lightly, “I’m just really excited, okay? Don’t judge me.”
“You’re already judged, trust me,” Marco snickered, still embarrassed. In a
feat of boldness, he spread his legs open, fighting to not look away and keep
his eyes on Jean’s face, “You’re sureyou know what to do?”
Jean seemed like he was fighting not to just greedily soak up the sight of
Marco’s cock as well, but he nodded in all seriousness, “Yeah. I do. But the
moment it feels like something’s off, tell me, okay? I don’t wanna accidentally
hurt you.”
Marco smiled, “Okay,” He lifted one of his feet to nudge against Jean’s knee on
the ground, “Come on.”
The shudder that went through his friend was very obvious, but Jean dutifully
twisted the jar open, two fingers scooping some gel from it. It was the aloe
gel given to every trainee for the abrasions and burns from the 3DMG, Marco
realized, and couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. Jean waved his fingers
haphazardly, “It was the best thing I could find. Plus those who must not be
named guaranteed it’s great. Won’t fuck up your insides, promise.”
His free hand moved to wrap around Marco’s dick in a loose fist, thumbing the
head and squeezing lightly. Marco’s head fell back a little, the sudden heat
and pressure feeling reallygreat in contrast to the cold air around them. Jean
jerked  him a few times, and there was the wet, weird feel of aloe gel smearing
along his taint. Marco flinched, “Fucking Jesus,that’s cold!”
“Really? Sorry, shit, I should have waited longer.”
Marco scrunched his nose up but shook his head, “Nah, it’s okay. I was just
surprised. Just…” he bucked his hips up in silent demand.
Jean got the hint though, taking a few moments to pull at Marco, distracting
him, before methodically pushing in one warmer, coated finger inside. Marco
froze up right away, the sensation something he had never experienced before.
“Marco. Marco, you gotta loosen up. Or it’ll hurt, okay?” Jean spoke gently,
leaning forward to lightly catch Marco’s lips in a kiss, hands staying where
they were. He peppered slow kisses over Marco’s mouth, before the other boy
reciprocated just as slowly, almost lazy.
His words were a murmur against Jean’s lips, “It feels weird, I guess. Very
weird. But you can go deeper now.” He kissed Jean again right after, his hands
reaching to run up and down Jean’s sides in an attempt to not think about the
finger breaching him.
Jean obliged, kissing him back and slowly pushing the digit in, careful enough
to be aware of every little reaction Marco had in response to his gestures. The
gel spread out the way it should, even when Jean curled his finger slightly,
cautiously stretching Marco open.
Marco’s hands ended up on Jean’s shoulder, his fingers curling and uncurling
according to his level of discomfort, making small noises whenever Jean made a
move. He nodded every time Jean asked if it was getting to be too much, though,
and offered his friend a smile and a kiss in reassurance.
A loud gasp escaped Marco soon enough nevertheless, his cock literally jerked
in a twitch in Jean’s hand, and he shuddered. It didn’t seem to be out of pain,
Jean noted, and realization came upon him. He pressed his finger against where
he did previously and Marco moaned, fingers digging into Jean’s shoulders
almost painfully.
In his excitement, Jean started to push in his second finger alongside the
first.
Marco yelped. “Oh, ouch, Jean, stop!”
“What?!” Jean stopped all movement at once, even his breathing, eyes wide as he
stared in fear at Marco, “Fuck, are you okay?”
Marco blinked at him, before letting out a breath, “Yeah. Yeah I’m okay. That
was just sudden. And a little too much.”
“I should have told you I was going to do that, fuck, do you want to stop? I
can stop, we can do this some other time, really—“
He was cut off by a kiss to his lips, just light pressure, and Marco pulled
back to smile wistfully at him, “Hey. Relax. It’s okay. I was surprised,
mostly. I can handle a little pain. And you’re impatient as always.”
Jean huffed at that but the expression died away at Marco’s laughter, and he
couldn’t help but to kiss Marco. He still had a finger and barely a fingertip
inside Marco, but they were kissing and Marco had his arms wrapped around
Jean’s neck again, lost as always in each other’s mouths.
Marco was the one who broke the kiss eventually though, still with a small
smile, “You yelled really loud earlier.”
“Well, I was pretty fuckin’ scared that I fucked up, you know.”
“I know,” Marco hummed, “But you didn’t. Just go slowly. I think I can handle
it now.”
Jean’s hand was starting to ache a little from its awkward position, especially
from the exclusive pressure on his middle finger, but he continued. After even
more lube and time, and more breathless kisses and exchanged whispers, Jean had
three fingers inside Marco, and Marco was panting at the pressure.
“Does this even feel good?” Jean queried, and Marco gave short, small nods, a
line of sweat making its way from his neck to disappear inside the depths of
his shirt.
“In a weird way, it does. It’s like. I don’t know. Hard to explain. Can we
discuss this later maybe?”
“Okay, sure. Can I, uh. You know? Get inside now?”
It took a while for Marco to understand through the haze of whatever he was in,
but he bit his lip and nodded, “Okay. But really. Go slow.”
“I’ll go slow this time, promise. The momentit feels off, I’ll get out,” Jean
mumbled, the way he does when he was nervous, and gently took his fingers out
of Marco. Marco groaned, suddenly feeling terribly empty. It was a drastic
change from being stuffed with three fingers to being with non, and there was
the fact that he was still aroused from Jean’s careful attentions to his limits
and his cock.
Jean was stumbling over his own sleep pants, though, a little frantic in
getting them off. He succeeded eventually, and scooped up more aloe gel to
slather it along his own length, hissing at the chill. It didn’t matter.
Kneeling there, with his hand on his dick, Jean realized that this was actually
happening. They were finally doing it. He must have made some sort of noise
because Marco surged up to hug him, lips pressing against his forehead a few
times. He lightly kissed Jean’s lips, then, and gave him a sweet smile, “You
got this, right? If not now, when else?”
It was both motivation and a reminder. Long ago, they’ve established that it
wouldn’t do to wait and dance around these things. They were to be full-fledged
soldiers, and there wasn’t a day that passed that let them forget that
inevitable fate.
 If not now, when else?
Jean nodded, returning the kiss before gently placing his free hand on Marco’s
hip. Guiding himself, he lightly nudged at Marco’s opening, eyes glancing up at
the other boy for confirmation. Marco was biting his lower lip almost
viciously, but he looked up at Jean as well, and nodded.
He pushed in.
There was a little resistance, but Marco’s insides were pretty slick from how
much gel Jean had gotten inside of him, and Jean himself was coated with it.
The heat and the pressure and the tightnesshad robbed Jean of his words, and he
heard nothing but Marco’s low groaning at the intrusion.
Marco felt divine, almost overwhelmingly so, and his hands had returned to
Jean’s shoulders in a grip. His expression had twisted with discomfort, but he
watched Jean through squinted eyes, and never once told him to stop. Jean kept
going.
He kept going till his lower body made contact with Marco’s ass, and he finally
let out the breath he was holding.  Marco had resumed biting his own lip, but
breathed out almost the same time that Jean did, his lips parting. Jean just
had to kiss him again, seeking closeness.
“You okay?” he asked, ignoring the tremors in his voice, “Does anything hurt?”
“Not really,” whispered Marco, “Feels fuller, of course, but it doesn’t hurt.
It’s good. But just give me a moment.”
“Okay,” Jean nodded, taking the time to press kisses to Marco’s face. They
spent a moment absently touching each other, till Jean curled his fingers
around Marco’s cock again, revelling in how Marco swelled in his grip.
Marco breathed out slowly one last time, and let his legs touch Jean’s sides,
“Alright, I’m good to go. Please move.”
It took great effort for Jean to comply, trying hard enough to control his pace
and his force, but he moved, finally. Pulling his hips back, the heat and the
drag of Marco around him was almost too intense. Then he pushed in, Marco’s
walls clenching slightly, and the groan he let out was almost pained.
Arms wound around his neck again, and Marco let out a breathy moan.
Jean moved, his hips rolling in a steadier pace, sliding in and out of
squeezing heat, feeling as if his entire being was on fire. It was amazing, it
was awesome,and he was going to--.
With a shout, Jean came, shuddering and trembling over Marco in the intensity
of his pleasure. It swamped him, a burst dam, and he slumped over his partner’s
body in exhaustion.
There was silence, before Marco piped up in surprise, “Jean? Did you just…?”
Another bout of stillness, before Marco laughed, shoulders shaking in his
mirth. Jean snapped out of his sated reverie, mortification apparent as a
furious blush on his face, “Oh my god! Shut up, I got overwhelmed, okay, fuck. 
Stop laughing!”
The laughter died down into amused chuckling, and Marco pulled Jean back into
his embrace, apologetically kissing Jean’s cheek, “Sorry, sorry. That was just
so fast.”
“I know,” Jean bemoaned, and gently pulled himself away from Marco’s hold,
“I’ll work on that. Okay. Okay.” He slowly pulled himself out of Marco, and got
right back to work.
Leaning forward, he trailed kisses down Marco’s front, pressing kisses over the
fabric of the other boy’s shirt. He reached Marco’s dick soon enough, still
hard from their earlier ministrations, and deftly put it into his mouth. He
sucked, and curled his hand over what he didn’t take inside.
Marco moaned, harsh and sudden, surprised at Jean’s sudden gesture. They didn’t
do this a lot, usually only hands were involved but Marco wasn’t going to
complain. He was already so aroused, and Jean’s mouth was wet and warm. It
didn’t take him long to orgasm, his only warning a garbled reiteration of
Jean’s name. Jean moved away in time, pumping him to completion.
His breathing came in pants after, and Jean slumped into his arms again. The
mess could wait for later.
“I’m so embarrassed,” he mumbled, and Marco patted his shoulder gently.
“No need to be. It doesn’t have to be great the first time. We’ve got a lot of
other chances to try that.”
Jean leaned back, nose scrunched up in an expression that he usually used when
he found something pathetic, but sighed in defeat anyways. “You’re right. I’m
surprised you even wanna do it again.”
Marco smirked, “It wasn’t thatbad.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” Jean smirked right back, reaching for the pack of
tissues he brought for the clean-up, “Next time, you do me. Sound good?”
Marco’s nodding was so enthusiastic, Jean just had to kiss him again.
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