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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Connie_Springer, Mikasa_Ackerman
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Intoxication
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-06 Words: 3564
****** Just a Stupid Crush ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Marco finally takes initiative.
Notes
     im like in the middle of writing an eruri and ereri thing but i took
     a break to write a jeanmarco thing! makes sense, right?
     funny this is my first fanfiction contribution to this fandom and
     jeanmarco isn't even my otp
     this fanfiction is based off of this picture by barleytea:
     http://barleytea.tumblr.com/post/61875003254
See the end of the work for more notes
"So, Mikasa," came forth a drunken, stumbling Jean, "how did you manage to get
your hair so soft?" No, that wasn't creepy at all.
It was Mikasa's time to retort, and he's very lucky that she didn't deck a fist
in his face (which, come on, Eren would love to see more than anything). So,
instead she releases a small huff. It was in these moments where Jean swore he
saw her blushing, instead it was just her shooting him a not-so-pleasant look,
"You're drunk."
To which he responds with a scoff, leaning in further to lessen the distance,
"Psh, no I'm not." His words are obviously slurring together. He presses a palm
on mahogany, a smirk forming with his lips. "I'm just... wow, Mikasa, you're so
beautiful."
"Thanks."
Jean chuckled, "Yeah, I know. Would you like to--" Unfortunately, Mikasa didn't
take much more when she pushes the folds of his elbow, resulting a collision of
Jean's forehead to the wood of the table. Smooth. "Ah, shit!" He hissed, hands
suddenly coming up to cradle his injured head.
As Mikasa walks away, Marco was the next one to comfort him, placing a hand on
his back, "Are you okay?" Unlike Mikasa, he was drunk as well; and, unlike
Jean, Marco was able to control his actions (to an extent and knows better than
to hit on some of the most intimidating women in the 104th Trainee Squad).
"Yeah..." The look on his face look more than displeased and more disappointed
than anything.
This is when he gets an idea. "Hey, how about we go lay down? Come on," he
nudges him, grabbing his arm gently.
Jean begrudgingly obliges, finally standing up albeit weak. With the help of
Marco, and the unwanted mocks of Eren (which was quickly shut up by Mikasa's
less-than-gentle elbow jut), they make their way back to the barracks. It seems
that they were on the only ones that made it back, except for Connie who seems
way passed out on his bunk, snoring obnoxiously loud.
Marco messily helps Jean get on his bed as he followed. They didn't bother to
strip out of their clothing and Marco was the first to nestle in the blankets.
Before Jean could lie down, Marco carefully takes a hold of his arm once again,
and pulls the boy on top of him. "Let me see your head, Jean," he spoke,
knowing damn well that he couldn't see in the dark. The alcohol definitely took
a toll on him, and one of those being his confidence. Fingers brushed over
flush cheeks as the pad of his fingers pressed down onto his forehead, which
earned a painful hiss from Jean.
Marco murmured a slurred 'sorry'. With his mind fogged, he inhaled a deep
breath as he started to speak, "Hey, Jean?"
"Mm?" He breathed, arms shaking as he remained hovered above the teen.
"What... do you think of me?"
The forth coming response brought several seconds of silence before Jean
shifted on top of Marco. It seemed that he was trying to comprehend what he was
trying to ask and what deemed a proper response, "... I... think you're a
really good friend, Marco," he murmured, looking anywhere else but the man
underneath him.
Good friend? That's all? Biting down on his bottom lip, he messed with material
of Jean's shirt before taking another cautious step into the dark, "Well... do
you want to know what I think of you?" Jean's brows furrowed, turning his head
to look at Marco now, confusion emanate in his features. This encouraged Marco
to continue.
"Well, I think you're also a good friend, but..." The alcohol only helped
somewhat, his nervousness kicking in; "You're... something more, ya' know?
You're... incredibly handsome and extremely talented. I admire your honesty on
a lot of topics, it almost makes me jealous." An awkward chuckle. "Not to
mention; did I mention you're incredibly handsome?" Turning his head to see his
reaction, it was too dark to see anything but he guessed it was a good one
seeing Jean fidget once again and releasing an embarrassed noise.
"And, I really like you."
Jean's body stiffened, blinking in confusion. Wow, he was not drunk enough for
this. "Uh... what?" Idly scratching his cheek, he blew it off in his mind,
thinking Marco was just claiming their best friend status. Which, weren't they
already?
"Jean, I like you as... more than a friend." Before he allowed his friend to
question him any further, he continued on, one hand moving up Jean's chest and
idly unbuttoning his vest; "To be honest, I didn't want to say anything because
I didn't know how you felt towards me. I didn't want things to be awkward
between us because I really value our... friendship and I didn't want it to end
due to my selfish reasons."
"Uh..." Was all Jean could really say, making motions to move, the grip on his
arm tightened. "Are... are you serious?" Came out a slurred question, brows
still knitted together as he looked down at Marco. "Marco, I--"
Marco wrapped his own around Jean's neck, hand resting on his shoulder. He
forced Jean down, pressing their bodies and groins together.
Jean swallowed thickly, looking at him with a flushed face, "... I'm... I'm..."
Marco only chuckled in response, bringing their mouths close enough for lips to
brush, "Y-Yeah." Finally taking the next initiative, he kissed him.
The teen's body stiffened once again, brain racking up so many ideas and
questions that came forth from this action. Deciding that he was only pissing
himself off, he kissed him back, this time seemingly eager.
They both relaxed, lips moving against each other and tongue meeting tongue. As
moments went by, Marco decided to take it a step further to rub their clothed
groins together, which earned a delectable groan from Jean. Deciding that this
was enough, he rolled them both over where he was now on top, his legs
straddling his hips. Finally pulling away, he released a satisfied breath,
fingers tickling under his shirt.
Jean hissed from the sudden contact, arching into his touch. He looked at him
with golden hues, fingers gripping the sheets underneath them both. "Marco..."
He breathed out, thrusting his hips mindlessly back into his friend's own.
Seeing that his vest half open, Jean helped him out by unbuttoning the rest of
it, going from that to his undershirt.
Marco leaned forward and automatically went to attack his neck, teeth pinching
tan flesh all the while sucking at the patch in silent apology. Hands roamed
further around his chest, palms brushing over perk nipples. If he had to be
honest, he wouldn't be approaching Jean like this nor would he be doing these
things to him. Marco knew he would be in a fit of guilt afterwards, but for the
moment he couldn't bring himself to care.
Hearing Jean's mewl, this brought him back to the present, finally retracting
his hand away. However, he wasn't going to give Jean's hypersensitive body a
break, so instead he moved it down and teasingly palmed him through his pants.
"Shit," he cursed, biting down on his bottom lip to prevent any noises that
threatened to escape his throat. Unconsciously, he bucked his hips back into
his hand, feeling himself becoming incredibly hot. It was time to blame the
alcohol. Jean rolled his head back, lips parted, panting out an abnormal
pattern of breaths and huffs. "Oh God, Marco," then there was another hip
thrust, almost whining for more friction.
Marco took note of this, and increased the pressure on his groin. Hesitantly,
he removed his hand, but easily replaced it with his knee. He leaned back
forward to capture Jean's lips with his own, feeling the boy's arms wrap around
his neck to pull him closer. "Jean," he breathed between sloppy kisses. Hands
moved up to tangle in short locks, enjoying the moments where Jean would become
off guard and moan in his mouth. Shamelessly, all of his noises went straight
down to Marco's member.
Jean panted against his lips, fingers gripping frantically at his vest, and
even tugging at it. "Marco, it's hot," he tried to hint, rutting his groin
against his knee.
He nodded, pulling back to pull the sweater off and over his head, tossing that
to the corner of the mattress. Jean tried to unbutton his shirt with shaky and
drunken fingers, but Marco just went ahead and undid them (with some difficulty
as well). He shrugged that off of his shoulder, taken slightly aback when Jean
sat up to touch and kiss at a freckled, toned chest. He couldn't exactly hear
or understand him, but Marco swears he heard 'beautiful' somewhere in those
statements or compliments or... whatever they were.
Jean dipped a finger in his pants, pulling at the band as he kissed down his
stomach and around his belly button. Fingers senselessly started undo his pants
and zip off the belt that was held by his belt loops. Jean pulled them down
passed angled hip bones, where the crown of his length peaked out. He looked up
at him reassuringly, a finger gently prodded at his tip, which earned a
pleasurable gasp from Marco. Deciding that he wanted to hear more of those
words, he pulled his boxers and pants down further, watching it spring and
press itself to his lower abdomen.
"Jean," Marco weakly muttered out, lazily placing a hand on his head. Before he
could say another word, he gasped loudly. Jean had placed him in his mouth,
tongue rolling on the underside when Marco groaned. However, he felt Jean stop.
As he was about to question why, he heard shuffling and a voice that didn't
belong to either of them; his body stiffened.
"Marco?" Connie asked, sleep emanate in his voice.
"Connie!" Marco exclaimed, pushing at Jean's head to stop and pull away since
it was now a company of three rather than two. It was this time that he cursed
his drunken state.
"What's up, man? Is everyone still at the mess hall?"
"Ye-- ah..." It vanished into a moan as Jean started to move again, seeing him
visibly roll his eyes at Connie. His breathing hitched when he noticed Jean not
being at all subtle or quiet on his actions. Marco inwardly cursed at this.
"... Huh? Dude, you okay?" He heard Connie shuffle and sit up.
Eyes widened, trying his best to push his friend away, but only persisted when
he wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him close. "'M... fine..." His voice
slurred, trying his hardest to act sober and not at all affected by Jean's
talented mouth. "Just... go back to sleep." Now, if he wasn't suspicious about
that, then he didn't know what would set off a red flag.
It was a good thing though, Connie was still half asleep. He didn't even
question the slurping noises or the every other groan that was too deep to be
Marco's. Or, it was maybe because he didn't care. Not bothering to say another
word, he slammed his head back into the pillow. It was only a moment later that
a loud snore made its way through the dorm hall. This sent a small wave of
relief through Marco.
That didn't mean Jean was going to go unpunished. They almost got caught.
"Jean," Marco hissed, trying to push his voice to become quieter. He fully
rested against his grip, fingers digging tightly in his shoulder blades. Eyes
fell half lidded, lips parting as his breaths became heavy. "Jean," he tried
again, but it was obvious that he wasn't listening. With every so breath, a
moan was released along with a quiet groan. Looking up at him with innocent
gold's, his tongue teasingly licked up the underside before giving the crown
one more convincing suck before he pulled away and licked his lips with a
smirk. Marco whined at the lack of warmth around his member. "Sorry, I couldn't
resist," Jean murmured, lazily stroking him now at this point. Eyes widened
when he was suddenly pushed back with a quiet groan. "Wh-What the hell, Marco?"
It was quick almost so much so that Jean could barely comprehend what was going
on. His pants were undone in almost record time, along with his boxers. He
shivered when the cold air touched his straining length. "Shit," came forth a
hiss, feeling shaky, sweating palms firmly grab his hips. Jean's mind became a
mix of thoughts and trying to comprehend the now that he almost missed Marco's
question. Wait, what is a question? Rolling his head to get a better look at
him through his bangs, he licked his lips, "W-What was that?"
"Lotion, Jean," he repeated. "Do you have any?"
"Oh... yeah..." Feeling his body become afloat of a drunken haze, he reached
and slapped around under his pillow before fingers grabbed a small bottle.
Finally grabbing it, he handed it towards the other teen.
Marco happily took it, gently squirting out a generous amount of the unscented
contents into his palm. He mindlessly coated his index and middle finger, while
his other hand dropped the bottle, and grabbed Jean's legs and pushed it up and
towards his chest. "Relax," Marco cooed, placing the tip of his index finger
towards the entrance, and gently teased it before he slowly pushed it right in.
He heard Jean groan, and his body stiffen.
"Fuck, Marco..." It was weak and forced out, letting out a small breath. This
was an odd feeling. It didn't hurt it was just uncomfortable and something that
he never thought he would experience before in his life. Ever since he saw
Mikasa, he had daydreamed of her and himself joining the Military Police in a
comfortable life, along with Marco; but now, it seems that things have changed.
Jean should have realized it though; whenever he masturbated, he thought of
Mikasa but it quickly faded to Marco and how his freckles framed his face so
beautifully and then the fact that he had one of the nicest bodies he has ever
seen.
He should have realized it sooner but it wasn't too late, was it? After all,
Marco had admitted only minutes ago that he felt something more than
friendship. How foolish had he been? Jean was interrupted out of his thoughts
when another slowly pushed in. "Hah..." He panted, rolling his head back, and
his chest flushed.
Oh how Marco wished the lights were on so he could see Jean in such a
vulnerable state. He supposed this was good enough, though. His fingers dipped
in and out, stretching and scissoring him the best he could without injuring
Jean.
His breathes quickened in an abnormal pace, hands suddenly reaching up and
clawing almost desperately at Marco's arms. "M-Marco," Jean moaned out, biting
down on his bottom lip to keep quiet and to keep those embarrassing noises at
bay. Then, he felt all the feelings exploded inside of him at once when he felt
those fingers curl and find that spot inches below his navel; this came out as
a drawled out moan with breath hitches included. "F-Fuck... Right... right
there," having the feeling not at all experienced, Marco brushed and pushed his
fingers right against those bundle of nerves over and over again.
Deciding that was enough, he pulled his fingers out, earning a disappointed
mewl from Jean. Marco swore he heard a strip of beg's and curse words aimed his
way when he poured more lotion in his palm, this time covering his member to
slick it up. He shifted, grabbing Jean's hips and pushed them against his own.
Pushing his leg back once again, Marco grabbed the based and guided the tip to
Jean's puckered and awaiting entrance. Deciding to tease him, he prodded it
gently and slowly, in and out; then another whine with a growl in the mix. Oh
yeah, he could definitely see that Jean was becoming more than impatient.
"Oh God, Marco... Just hurry up!" Which he was quickly shushed so there was no
alarm for Connie to wake up to. Fingers began to dig into pale, toned flesh
with an exhaled gasp; Marco had silently begun to push in, gasping himself when
it was the head that was only surrounded by Jean's warmth. Both breaths were
shaky, legs trembling underneath Marco's grip. The teen's back arched off the
bed when he did so, unconsciously pushing his hips down for more. "M-More..."
Marco nodded, pushing in the rest and all the way until hips nestled
comfortably against Jean's own. Leaning down, he captured Jean's lips with his
own, their movements sloppy and seemingly inexperienced. Tongues mingled,
saliva running down the corner of Jean's mouth. Marco felt his arms wrap around
his neck tightly, pulling him impossibly closer. Feeling Jean wiggle his hips
in assumption that he was ready, he pulled away, placing his hands right by
Jean's head. Grasping the sheets, he released a breath he didn't know that was
being held, and started to move.
Jean took this moment to wrap his legs around the other teen's hips, making
sure he went deep in every thrust that was delivered. Golden hues hid behind
his eye lids, lips parted wide as he looked like all the oxygen got sucked out
from his lungs. Because of the alcohol, both were twice as sensitive and both
completely forgot their current environments.
Pride and sanity thrown out the window, Marco moved his hips faster, gritting
his teeth. With each moan, groan, and noise that escaped past Jean's lips, it
only encouraged to push on forward, breaths becoming more and more erratic.
Marco's eyes remained focused on the boy underneath him, however lids
threatened to fall as the pleasure became more and more intense. The way
Jean was tightening around him made hims stumble once or twice and the way his
body begged for more as extremely erotic, even if Jean didn't say anything.
Knuckles turned white, going back down to kiss him again, snapping his hips
forward.
Jean moaned louder and louder, his head tossing back and carelessly rolled over
to the side as he allowed the pleasure and the heat to swallow him. When his
swollen lips were captured once more, Jean was weak at the knees, ironically
speaking. Toes curled, flushed chests pressed against each other as a hand
wiggled between them both. Jean's hand captured his neglected member and began
to pump it to and fro with Marco's thrusts.
After a couple passing by moments of loud pants and airy moans, Marco finally
aimed differently, which elated a silent scream from Jean. Assuming that he
found that spot that would cause him to see stars, he aimed directly at those
nerves over and over and over again. 'Oh God's' and 'fucking shit's' were
murmured in collective stream's under Jean's breath, which he chuckled weakly
at that. "J-Jean," he moaned, eyes finally shutting close. He could tell that
these final moments were coming to a close and he hoped he had the will power
to stare at Jean when he would finally climax.
Speaking of final moment's Jean was extremely close, feeling the heat pool in
the pit of his stomach. "Shit... Oh god," Jean started breathlessly, "I'm going
to come... Marco... I can't--" His hand refused to stop moving when after one,
two, three more hip slamming thrusts did Jean cum ribbons of white all over his
chest. He continued to milk himself for all he was worth, tossing his head back
when Marco had yet climax himself.
It seemed only moments later when Jean tightened around him that did it.
Marco's mouth was wide open when he forced himself in one last time, and then
unloaded himself inside of Jean. Marco idly continued to move, however not as
frantic and it was only to empty himself as the pleasure washed over them both
in a heated glaze.
With neither of them moving, they tried their damnest to catch their breaths,
and looking up at each other with reddened cheeks and swollen lips.
"Jean," Marco broke the silence between them both, which Jean responded with
fingers curling in black strands to pull him down for one last, chest warming
kiss. It was slower than their previous times, and even when drunk, knew that
it was intimate and not wanted to be wasted.
"Holy crap, that was awkward..."
Marco and Jean froze and eyes wide. They both paled at the sound of Connie's
voice once again. Only this time, it sounded like he was awake for a long
while. Did he ever go back to sleep?
"Next time, guys, please tell me when you're both going to... you know..." He
drifted off, becoming embarrassed towards what he was hinting at.
And then came a muffled; "Is it safe to come in yet?!" from outside the door.
Humiliation once again took its toll on Jean, quickly burrowing his face in the
crook of Marco's neck. For once, the rolls were switch and Marco didn't mind at
all. However, he swore he heard the muffled words 'I like you, too'. A wide
grin broke across his face, kissing his heated cheek to let him know he heard
Jean's words.
Yeah, suddenly the plans to join the Military Police to settle down with Jean
seemed like a breath taking idea.
End Notes
     ngl i think writing smut is the worst part of ff writing; i enjoy
     reading it omg but i hate writing it so it may have seemed rushed.
     ive been even fighting that jean was and never is a bottom but with
     jeaneren............... and then levijean and now jeanmarco its
     destined to be that jean is the one that is fucked oops
     regardless, i hope u liked it!
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