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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bott/Jean_Kirstein, Marco_Bott_&_Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Marco_Bott, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-01 Words: 3388
****** Stay Quiet ******
by holyfreckles
Summary
     Horny Teenagers + Lube = Sex
     But for Jean it also includes getting a boyfriend in the process.
Notes
     porn practice and apology for mouse lmfao
A quiet whimper escapes Jean, and he wonders how he ended up in this situation.
One minute, he’d been talking to Marco about Reiner and Bert giving him lube
and saying ‘use it wisely’, and the next he was sprawled on the bed, Marco’s
knees between his thighs, trying to stay as quiet as possible due to others
trying to sleep in the room. Honestly? He has no objections to this situation.

Marco slowly kisses along Jean’s exposed neck, pausing to suck a dark red mark
on a particularly visible spot, before he continues the trail of slow, lazy
kisses, moving along Jean’s jaw, now, surprised by how submissive the other is
being. It’s new, to be able to have his best friend(could he still call him
that?) under him, laying here with his pants tight from the erection he’s
managed to get(horny teenagers - what can you say?), practically melting under
Marco’s touch.

Until he gets impatient. Jean decides that, no, he’s not going to let Marco be
the dominant one, and suddenly flips them over so he’s pinning the freckled boy
to the bed, pressing his lips firmly against the other’s. Marco has no argument
to this, and kisses him back eagerly, one hand going to Jean’s hair.

The two falter then, realising a few things. The first is that neither of them
have any experience - though they know a fair bit of what they’re meant to do,
due to shenanigans by a certain muscled blond and tall, sweaty brunet. They’re
not innocent in the slightest, due to those two. The second is that they don’t
know how loud they’re going to get, and they kind-of don’t want anyone to hear
them...

Fuck it, Jean decides. He scrambles up slightly and unbuttons Marco’s shirt -
they have most of the night, so why not make the best of it? The other doesn’t
seem to mind this, and sits up a little so that it’s easier for Jean to get his
shirt off.

Damn.

Due to training with the 3DMG, Jean knows that Marco was going to be well-
toned, but he didn’t expect him to look so great. Freckles are everywhere, as
in...absolutely everywhere. He’s well-muscled and definitely looks good, and
Jean can’t help but bite his lip and the fact that he’s going to be fucking
this...beautiful boy. Yes, he decides that he’s hit the jackpot.

Jean lowers himself so he can kiss along Marco’s chest, trailing over his
muscled stomach until he reaches his hips, glancing up to see the brunet
watching him curiously. Maybe Marco is more innocent than he makes out to be.
Jean doesn’t mind, though, and trails his hands to the hem of the other’s
pants, tilting his head and waiting patiently.

When Marco realises what’s up, he gives a small nod - consent is the best
thing, kids - and Jean slowly pulls his pants off, with Marco lifting his hips
to help. Once they’re off, Jean tosses them on the floor - they’ll just have to
wrap themselves in the thin blankets provided afterwards and hope. He then
moves to Marco’s underwear, swallowing slightly and finding himself becoming a
little more nervous. Yeah, he’s a virgin, and so’s Marco - so maybe it won’t be
so bad? At least he won’t make fun of Jean. Oh, fuck it.

Somewhat shakily, Jean pulls the freckled boy’s boxers off, surprised at how
hard the other is already.

Yeah, Marco definitely does have freckles everywhere. Jean can’t even believe
it, despite seeing it.

Apparently, Marco’s a little self-conscious, now, because he hides his face
with his hands when Jean stares, absently bringing one leg up as if to cover
himself.

“Hey now,” Jean says softly, moving up so he can move Marco’s hands away from
his face, cupping his own hand over the other’s cheek, and brushing his lips
over Marco’s. “Are you okay?” He asks.

Marco blinks up at him and seems to think about it, before smiling.

“Yeah, sorry. Just..a little self-conscious.” He replies quietly, and Jean
kisses him again, his other hand trailing over Marco’s stomach and downwards.

“You sure you want to do this?” Jean questions. Marco doesn’t even hesitate
with his answer.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” He says, in a firm tone that makes Jean feel a little more
confident as he takes his friend’s dick into his hand, slowly running the pad
of his thumb over the head, smearing precome at the tip.

Marco’s startled at the motion and bites his lip, closing his eyes. He doesn’t
tell Jean to stop, though, so he doesn’t, running his hand down Marco’s length
and gripping the base lightly, before he shuffles himself down a little, until
he’s settled between his friend’s legs.

Jean’s never given someone a blowjob before, but he thinks he can handle it.
Perhaps. Well, he’s just going to see how it goes, for now. His gaze flicks up
to Marco, who’s watching him quietly, teeth worrying at his lip, one hand
fisted in the sheets underneath him.

At that moment, Jean decides that he’s going to tease his friend a little. He
slowly licks the head of Marco’s cock, trying to ignore the somewhat unpleasant
taste of precome, trying his best to keep eye-contact with the brunet as he
does so.

Marco doesn’t say a word, but his teeth worry his lip some more, seeming to
bite down a little harder as he tries to stay quiet. Jean’s pleased with this
reaction, and leans up somewhat on his elbow, still using his other hand to
hold the base of Marco’s dick. He doesn’t exactly know what to do, but he
supposes he can experiment a little. Deciding he wants to find out how Marco
reacts to various things, he takes the head of the other’s erection into his
mouth and gives a small suck.

A small whimper comes from Marco, and Jean would chuckle, if his mouth wasn’t
occupied. He swirls his tongue a little, hearing a few more whimpers, before he
pulls his mouth off Marco’s dick with a small pop, letting go with his hand and
sitting up a little, because his own dick is hard in his pants, and it’s pretty
uncomfortable.

Marco shuffles around until he’s kneeling up, and is a little shyer than he
initially was, but that’s fine, Jean’s content with being patient with the
other. It’s their first-time, after all, so there’s no other way to do it, they
think.

The freckled brunet unbuttons Jean’s shirt, and Jean shrugs it off, smiling a
little as Marco’s gaze flicks over his torso, taking in the sight before him.
He then unbuttons the blond’s pants, and sits back on his heels, giving a look
to Jean.

Ah, yeah.

Jean struggles to get his pants off(which does make Marco chuckle a little),
and then pulls off his underwear, seeing as he’s honestly not as self-conscious
as Marco, plus the soft snoring sounds of everyone else means that they’re
probably asleep, and the two are left to their own devices, so long as they’re
quiet.

Marco pulls Jean closer to him and decides to suck a red mark onto his
collarbone - the little shit. Jean smiles nonetheless and lets him, seeing as
it appears to be the brunet’s thing, and he’s not going to stop him from that.

They stay in silence for a few more moments, as Marco decides to tenderly kiss
over Jean’s torso, making sure he doesn’t miss much. When he’s done, he kneels
up a little more and tilts his head, seeming confused as to what they were
meant to do next. The small bottle of lube that Reiner and Bert gave Jean
earlier is still beside them, but they want to become more comfortable with
each-other before they do anything like that.

“Jean,” Marco mutters after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” Jean tilts his head slightly, scanning the other’s face.

“I haven’t a clue on what we’re meant to do.” He admits quietly. Jean doesn’t
laugh at him, like he expected, but gives a small nod.

“I have a faint idea, I think?”

“You think?”

The corners of Marco’s mouth twitch up, as do Jean’s. They both break into
quiet giggles, until Jean pulls Marco closer and kisses him again, rolling his
hips against the others.

Oh.

Marco gives the tiniest of moans as Jean rubs his dick against the other’s, and
Jean thinks he may have figured out how they can relax some more with each-
other. He wraps his arms around Marco to hold him close, rolling his hips and
getting another soft moan from the other. Yes, this is definitely a good idea.

“J-Jean.” Marco whimpers out softly, rocking his hips back against Jean’s,
giving him a quick kiss before he continues to speak, “it’s harder than I
thought it would be to stay quiet.”

Jean wonders if Marco’s genuinely that innocent. He’s in the bed right next to
Marco, and he doesn’t recall hearing any quiet whimpers or moans of the other
jacking off, that’s usually left to Connie or Eren. Staying quiet may be harder
than Jean expected, though it’s honestly not a problem, everyone in the
barracks are probably used to noises like this thanks to a certain duo(who
probably planned for Marco and Jean to fuck, but oh well).

As Marco’s moans get a little louder, Jean decides to pull his hips away,
getting the most pitiful whine from Marco. Those soft, brown eyes look up at
him in an innocent way, and Jean wonders how anyone can look so angelic while
they’re in a less-than-angelic situation.

Tossing those thoughts aside, Jean gently pushes Marco down onto the bed and
gives him a quick, and fairly sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, before he sits back on
his heels and grabs the bottle of lube. He knows the gist of what to do, but he
wants to make sure that Marco’s truly okay with this.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, for the second time that night. Marco gives
a nod, and smiles at Jean, still looking like he’s descended from heaven. The
little shit.

Jean pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers once he opens the cap,
before shutting it again and setting it beside him on the bed, gesturing for
Marco to spread his legs, which he does. It makes the blond smile a little,
since this probably means that the brunet trusts him completely, but he doesn’t
dwell on it for too long, and moves his fingers to Marco’s ass.

He grimaces as he thinks briefly about what he’s seen a certain duo do, since
almost(saying almost due to Marco being the apparent exception) everyone has
seen those two do something, and Jean realises that he was mildly lucky to know
the basics of what to do to prepare Marco.

Jean teases Marco’s entrance, before slowly, and as gently as he can, pushing
one finger in. As expected, Marco does tense up at the strange intrusion, but
Jean’s patient with him, waiting for the other to adjust to the feeling. It’s
obviously going to be strange, the guy does kind-of have a finger up his ass,
and seeing as Marco is definitely the Freckled Jesus of the 104th Trainee
Squad, he probably hasn’t had anything like this before...not saying that Jean
has, but he doesn’t stick with those thoughts for long.

Marco wiggles his hips a little after a few more moments, brows furrowing a
little. Jean glances up to the other’s face to see that his eyes are closed,
and his lips are parted slightly, the slight shine of saliva trailing from his
mouth catching the blond’s eye. He chuckles under his breath before he moves
his finger slowly, wanting Marco to adjust more to the feeling. The freckled
boy fists his hands into the sheets, biting his lip a little rougher than
before, and tilts his head back a little.

This is probably a good sign, and seeing as he hasn’t been told to stop, Jean
pulls his finger almost all the way out, before he pushes in two, very, very
slowly. Marco’s mouth falls open again at the sensation of the fingers that are
penetrating him, taking deep breaths. It’s strange, he’ll admit, but he doesn’t
mind it so much. It’s definitely different, but at the same time, there’s
some..pleasure there, too, and he focuses on that.

Jean smiles a little at the expression Marco’s making, and watches him as he
continues to move his fingers, deciding not to be so surprised at how tight the
brunet is. Figuring that he probably needs to stretch and prepare Marco more,
he adds a third fingers, which elicits a small whimper from the freckled boy,
so he takes it slower, noticing how Marco is more relaxed that he was before,
which is probably a good thing, Jean thinks.

Taking Jean by some surprise, Marco rocks his hips back somewhat roughly, teeth
worrying at his lip once again, knuckles practically white with how tight he’s
holding onto the sheets. Jean admires the view briefly, before he lowers his
gaze slightly to what he’s doing, noticing that Marco’s loosened up
considerably.

A quiet whine comes from the freckled boy beneath him as he pulls his fingers
out, which causes Jean to chuckle for god knows how many times this night.

Marco’s eyes flick open and he watches Jean, seeming to understand what’s going
on. Jean picks up the bottle of lube again and pops the cap open, pouring a
generous amount into his hand, before he runs his hand over his erection,
making sure to cover it. Once that’s done, he wipes his hand on the sheets(it’s
laundry day tomorrow anyway), and moves closer to Marco, feeling a little
nervous at this point. He lifts Marco’s legs a little and positions his cock at
the brunet’s entrance, flicking his golden gaze to the freckled boy’s face as
he, very slowly, pushes in.

There aren’t any words, but Jean moves one hand to hold Marco’s, their fingers
intertwining as Jean pushes in. It takes some time, but once he’s fully
penetrating Marco, he stays still, watching the other’s face carefully. Marco’s
teeth worry at his lip even more, his brows are furrowed slightly, and his grip
of Jean’s hand tightens slightly.

After a small nod from Marco, Jean rolls his hips experimentally, and gets a
quiet gasp from the other. He smiles a little at the reaction and settles for a
slow pace, though he’s a little jerky and can’t really settle a proper pace,
sometimes going a little slower than he means to, or a little rougher. Either
way, Marco doesn’t seem to care in the slightest.

Until they fall off the bed due to having inched much closer to the edge, and
neither of them had noticed. They stay in silence for a few moments, before
Marco giggles softly, causing Jean to laugh with him, because that’s honestly
the stupidest thing they’ve ever done.

Pulling out of Marco, Jean helps him up, and the two get back on the bed,
giving quick kisses to each-other.

“That was so stupid.” Marco mutters, but Jean pushes him down to the bed again,
kissing the other to shut him up.

“I didn’t know we were close to the edge.” He grumbles into the kiss, glancing
to the edge of the bed and moving a little further away, bringing Marco with
him. The brunet has no objections to this and smiles a little.

Even though they had that stupid moment, neither of them had exactly trailed
away from their dirty thoughts and the fact that they’d just been getting into
it, so Jean lines himself up to his ass again, this time kissing Marco’s neck
as he slowly pushes his dick into the other. One hand goes to Jean’s hair, only
gently, and the other goes over his shoulder. Jean’s a little glad that the
little incident hadn’t swayed either of them, and he settles for the somewhat
slow pace again, trying to even out the rolls of his hips a little more.

Being a hormonal teenager, though, Jean finds himself going a little faster
than he intended, but Marco doesn’t voice any disapproval at this, so he
figures it’s fine, especially when a small moan comes from the others lips.
Jean smiles at this and watches Marco’s face - his eyes have closed and his
mouth is parted ever-so-slightly, and his head tilts back somewhat.

The small, soft moans get a little louder, with Jean’s own joining them, and he
has a feeling that someone’s going to hear, but at the moment, he doesn’t
particularly care. He’s pretty sure that Marco’s not going to last longer,
judging from how frequent the moans are becoming.

Jean’s thoughts were right, and he feels Marco tighten around him, back arching
slightly as he comes with Jean’s name on his lips. Figuring that he should
probably pull out and not give Marco the unpleasantness of having come in his
ass, Jean pulls out and uses his hand to jerk himself off, until he hits his
own high, moaning a little louder than intended.

The two stay in silence for a few moments, panting softly and trying to ignore
the sweat that they’ve accumulated.

After a few minutes, Jean leans over and grabs a pair of pants(he thinks
they’re his, but he doesn’t know), and uses it to clean up the sticky white
liquid from both of them, before he tosses it aside, not particularly caring
where it lands, for now. He grabs the blankets from his own bed, and pulls them
over, before he flops next to Marco, and tosses the blankets over both of them.

Marco arches an eyebrow at Jean as the blond cuddles into him, but he doesn’t
object, rolling to his side and wrapping his arms around the other, nuzzling
his nose against Jean’s neck. He doesn’t care about the smell of sweat - it’s
one he’s used to, so he doesn’t complain. It’s warm, being able to cuddle
against Jean like this, and it makes Marco smile.

The two fall asleep in each-other’s arms, smiling and staying close.

--

Morning comes around, and they wake up. It’s oddly quiet, and Jean lifts his
head sleepily, noticing that Marco’s snuggled against him, but he doesn’t mind
in the slightest. It looks like he’s awake early, because nobody else is really
awake - probably grabbing as much sleep as they can. Just his luck, and a
certain Eren Jaeger is awake.

“You two had fun last night, then.” The sleepy brunet smirks, rubbing his eyes
and yawning. “Keep it down next time.” He grumbles.

Jean doesn’t say a word, but just flips him off and lays back down, wrapping
his arms around Marco again.

“Love-birds!” Eren sings from where he sits, but Jean ignores him, just
snuggling closer to the sleeping freckled boy, closing his eyes again.

Apparently, though, Eren’s ruckus has woken Marco, because he shifts his weight
and groans softly, arms stretching out and head lifting. Jean opens his eyes
and looks at the waking Marco, and notices that he’s adorable when he’s not
quite awake - he realises that he’s never seen the other like this before, and
he likes it.

“Morning.” Jean mumbles quietly - quiet enough so that Eren won’t hear and
tease him for being such a softie, not that he exactly cares about that, though
it would piss him off a bit.

“Mornin’,” Marco smiles sleepily, and lowers his head to rest against Jean’s
bare chest, giving a quiet yawn.

“Marco?” The blond asks softly, absently nuzzling the other’s brunet hair,
admiring how soft it is. He gets a quiet ‘hm?’ in response, and takes it that
he can go on. “Can we be boyfriends now?”

Marco lifts his head again and blinks slowly at Jean, before he smiles and
gives a small nod. Jean finds himself smiling a little wider than his usual
smile, and he cuddles closer to Marco, tilting the other’s head up with his
hand a little more and brushing his lips against his.

There are a few whistles from the trainees around them, but the two completely
ignore them, seeing as they’re just happy to be with each-other at the moment.
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