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afterlogs2013-09-25 06:15 am
sweetjeans) wrote in afterlogs2013-09-25 06:15 am
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Who: Jean, Marco.
What: First date, wow awkward.
Where: The stream.
When: The day after the sleepover.
Warnings: generally being awkward over feelings, gross sloppy makeouts, nsfw content.
[After twister at that sleepover things had happened and feelings had been exchanged. Jean had wanted to sort them out sooner but…
Where they really dating? It felt so strange to say he was dating his best friend, they had been best friend for over three years now.. These feelings didn’t just occur either, they had been festering for quite some time now… How could.. they not? Marco was his closest, most supportive person Jean could ever ask for, they both wanted the same things (or mostly the same things,) they would have a future together whether romantic or not—it would be a bond that would last forever.. In a world where no one’s guarantied anything it felt soothing. Nothing was unbearable as long as they were both alive, right? Guess they weren’t really alive anymore..
A sigh, he'd been waiting a whole hour early at the bench on the bridge above the stream where they were supposed to meet for their date. Traditional, that’s how Jean liked it…
He needed time alone with Marco.]
H-hey.. [Giving his new ’boyfriend’ (wow, is this really real?) a soft smile. This isn’t anything new, Marco and Jean always do things together so why does it feel so different?]
What: First date, wow awkward.
Where: The stream.
When: The day after the sleepover.
Warnings: generally being awkward over feelings, gross sloppy makeouts, nsfw content.
[After twister at that sleepover things had happened and feelings had been exchanged. Jean had wanted to sort them out sooner but…
Where they really dating? It felt so strange to say he was dating his best friend, they had been best friend for over three years now.. These feelings didn’t just occur either, they had been festering for quite some time now… How could.. they not? Marco was his closest, most supportive person Jean could ever ask for, they both wanted the same things (or mostly the same things,) they would have a future together whether romantic or not—it would be a bond that would last forever.. In a world where no one’s guarantied anything it felt soothing. Nothing was unbearable as long as they were both alive, right? Guess they weren’t really alive anymore..
A sigh, he'd been waiting a whole hour early at the bench on the bridge above the stream where they were supposed to meet for their date. Traditional, that’s how Jean liked it…
He needed time alone with Marco.]
H-hey.. [Giving his new ’boyfriend’ (wow, is this really real?) a soft smile. This isn’t anything new, Marco and Jean always do things together so why does it feel so different?]
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[ Marco's not that oblivious. He keeps a hand on the back of Jean's neck, stroking up to short hair there. ]
That's right. [ His held loosens, his gaze shifting down. ] Do you... really want to know about that, now?
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Quivering at Marco's touch.] W-whatever you want, you don't have to tell me...
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[ Marco tightens his hand again, massaging the back of Jean's neck. Does that feel good? He hopes so. Marco leans in close, getting a good look at that adorable blush on Jean's face. ]
I can tell you later. Or another day. We'll have lots of time.
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[Is that a joke? Of course it feels good, don't just glare at him like that! Marco!! Eyes ripping from where they had adverted to the lake going back to great Marco's. J-Just do it already, you ass!]
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You're so cute, Jean.
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Taking that step that he'd been fearing.. is it a licking sort of thing? Whatever the actions Jean was running his tongue over the other's lips in hopes nothing would be awkward..]
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[ Marco thinks everything you do is adorable, Jean. You're gonna have to deal with that because Marco parts his lips, giving Jean room to... well, if he wants... it's not like Marco has much experience in this particular department. He's a bit more of a natural though, he slides hand down the neck of Jean's shirt, just to feel more of his skin. ]
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The hand over his skin causes him to quiver slightly. Finally sharing a deep kiss with a person he's only thought about doing so with for a good (at least) two years..]
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Um, Jean... is it alright if I...? [ Well, forget asking, really, Marco goes ahead and scoots around, setting himself on Jean's lap. ] Is this ok? I'm not too heavy, am I?
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[He can’t even wiggle his legs, Jean’s stuck, stuck where he is and these kisses just don’t let up. They only get deeper and longer, it’s easy to think of other things.. Jezz. Hand grips around Marco’s tight to keep him steady, his choice is mate is buff all over… Always had been wider and taller, not that Jean isn’t decently sized.
Throat finally leaving out the tiniest little moan, back arching slightly, the shame kicking in—on the first date? Feeling the blood just rushing it’s over please don’t think he’s a jackass, Marco..]
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S-sorry, you're just... so cute. We can, um, stop if you think this is too fast...
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W-what do you wanna do..? [Was that the right answer?! Was it okay to answer with that? Shit-- What if Marco wanted him to say no and Jean didn't take the bait?
shitshitshitshit- It's just really hard to think right now, you know Marco.. if you don't want to you could always, you know, get off! The disgustingly shameful teenage boy not-so-deeply inside Jean hopes you don't....]
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[ Marco leans back down, kissing Jean's forehead and lifting his hips just slightly. He's not the only one with a crush, after all. ] Is this... alright?
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I-It's cool, it's not your fault so stop sayin.. it is.. [Even if they did nothing past this point today perhaps it was nice knowing Marco wasn't upset by- well.. anything. (Not that Jean could honestly admit he hoped they just stared at each other for another hour..... like this.)
The movement was effortless, pulling the other in for another kiss by the front of his shirt.]
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I could sit like this forever. [ Oh no. Marco didn's actually mean to say that. H-he's just really happy he can kiss and hold Jean and-- ]
Um, I mean not like this... your legs will go numb... I just mean-- with you. Yeah...
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Marco, you're crushing him, Jean can't feel his legs on top of all the lower body pain everythings just adding up to quickly.]
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[ Marco removes himself from Jean's lap, blush deep and constant. He's back to sitting next to Jean, hand trailing up to his thigh. ]
Well, um... Sorry I'm so heavy. Maybe I should take it easy on the noodles, huh?
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You're not fat, holy shit, I-I'm just- [What a shitty date, congrats Jean. You've done it yet again in being perfect and flawless with everything you do.]
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[ Marco hangs his head. He's no good at this either, y'know. Much as he might wanna do more, they're kinda out in public... ]
Sorry... Um. I guess I got carried away.
[ Being the older one means he's gotta be responsible about those urges, right? What if Jean thinks he's coming off too strong? ]
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[What does he say? 'I have a boner and it hurts.'
No, wrong, he would sound like a huge idiot, or a bigger one.. or something!! Hell, it's dying just from the guilt.. Marco, he's sorry.. why did you fall for such an asshole? ... Have a really awkward hug around the waist, kinda like a kid with a toy his mother won't buy him in the toy store. Head resting on Marco's sounder.] -You're not too heavy, you'd never be to heavy. I'm not some weakling I'm just an idiot.. with a lot of stupid feelings for ya.
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[ Marco smiles, resting his head on Jean's and laying his arm over his shoulder. He's really lost it for this idiot-- he might be an asshole, but Marco loves him all the same. Marco kisses the top of Jean's head, nuzzling Jean's dumb bleached hair. ]
Thank you. You're so sweet.
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I-I mean if I didn't fuck up that much or anything. [Blushing against his shoulder, smiling at the thought of how stupid and young they were.. it was nice. Nice to finally think of himself as a teenager again, not a dead soldier.].
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You haven't messed up anything. I'll always like you, Jean.
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[Ending this lovely event with a snuggle.. y-you fucking- wow, get out of here, making Jean blush like that. Wow.]
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Wanna... head back? It's getting kinda late.
[ They could do other things somewhere else, but as far as dates go, this has been pretty great. ]
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