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Notes: Some JeanMarco for the soul. Next chapter shoooooooould be MikaAnnie (I think; it may change but as of now that's it) *3* This chapter is also dedicated to my bby Snow Whites Poison Kiss because she loves the JeanMarco more than she loves me and she stays on me to write them so yes

It was late on Saturday evening and Marco was busy washing his hands in the kitchen sink. He had just finished eating dinner, needed the feel of food (mainly meatballs) off his fingers. He set the leftovers in the fridge, as he always made enough food for more than two people, and turned to start cleaning the stove when he heard the front door open.

"I'm home!"

Marco smiled as Jean made his way into the kitchen. He rubbed the back of his neck and Marco laughed.

"Have fun?"

Jean shrugged. "It was a rodeo. I had as much fun as I could."

"I'm sure you got quite a few odd looks," Marco said, eyeing Jean carefully. "You look more like a city boy trying to look like a cowboy."

"I am a city boy trying to look like a cowboy," Jean teased, tapping his cowboy hat.

Marco grinned, walking closer to him as Jean kicked off his boots. He placed his hands on Jean's waist and leaned in for a quick kiss. Jean sighed against his lips.

"Was your dad on about us again?"

"I just…I don't want to talk about that," Jean said, wrapping his arms around Marco's shoulders. "I'm home. I want to enjoy my time with you. Forget about all of that."

Jean's tone had dropped, his thoughts a scattered mess. He had Marco and was home; the last thing he wanted to do was dwell on his father's religious rants.

"I can think of a few distracting things," Marco whispered, kissing Jean again, moving along his jawline and to his neck. "That can help you forget about all of that."

Jean hummed appreciatively, Marco tugging on his pants as he dropped to his knees. It certainly wasn't how he expected to be greeted, but he had no objections to the sound of his zipper and belt being tugged.

Marco's mouth was hot. Pure heat that made Jean shudder from his toes to his eyelids. He rested his hands in Marco's dark hair, letting Marco set the pace. Dark eyes stared up at him and Jean bit his lip, looking away because that sultry look alone was enough to make him cum.

"Fuck Marco…"

Marco pulled away, his lips glossy wet, and laughed at the ragged growl Jean let out. He stood and took Jean by the hand. "Let's go get comfier."

Jean nodded and was lead away into the bedroom.

This was what he wanted; what he craved. Someone who could put him right in his place. And Marco knew exactly what to do; which buttons to press and keep pressing until Jean was a blubbering mess.

He was pushed back onto the bed and Marco straddled his waist, pulling his shirt open. Marco ran a hand down his chest, over the tone muscle of his stomach.

"You're not wearing the horseshoe necklace?" Marco asked softly, grinding his hips against Jean's.

"Mm…no," Jean moaned. "You didn't buy it for me."

Where that horseshoe necklace normally hung on rodeo nights, there was a cursive M on a thin, silver chain against Jean's skin. One his father never approved of.

However, Marco smiled, his dark sensuality fading for a moment, and he pressed a kiss to Jean's parted lips. Jean pulled on Marco's shirt, beaming at the smile Marco gave him because he brought about that look. Jean pulled away with a playful little slap to Marco's hip.

"You should get more naked," Jean teased. Marco bit his nose.

"You should too."

They rolled away from each other, both laughing, and kicked away the rest of their clothes. Marco turned to Jean and rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Your hat!"

"I don't get to wear it?" Jean held up his hands, a grin on his face. Marco crawled over him, straddling his waist with long legs and removing the cowboy hat; he placed the hat on his own head and smirked down at Jean.

"You're not the one riding a stallion," he hummed. Jean's cock twitched at the sensuous stare in Marco's eyes and Marco knew, very well, by the little chuckle he gave.

He rolled his hips, listening to the strained sound Jean made. Jean reached over to the nightstand, his hand desperately fumbling on the surface; partially out of pleasure and partially out of trying to find the bottle of lube. He did more damage, knocking everything else over, than actually grabbing the lube. However, Jean's mind was lost as Marco kept rocking into him, keeping him from doing more than moaning and dragging his nails across the surface of wood.

"Fuck, Marco, I can't…I can't take it," he said.

Marco laughed and waited until Jean had that look in his eye before stopping, moving his hips from Jean's leaking cock. He leaned over and opened the nightstand drawer, fishing out their bottle of lube. Jean was panting, on the edge of an orgasm and slowly coming down from his teased high.

"You're so impatient," Marco sang, biting Jean's lip as he poured lube on to his hand. Jean grumbled, trembling all over.

Marco warmed the lube in his hands before smearing it over Jean's cock. The wet sound filled the room, mixing with Jean's ragged breathing. And again, Marco teased him, pumping him until he felt Jean tense up, only to stop much to Jean's dismay.

"Stop it and let me cum already!" Jean miserably whined. Marco shook his head.

"Oh, not until I'm ready for you to cum, love," he said, throwing his leg over Jean's waist.

With some careful maneuvering, and some help from Jean, Marco positioned himself over his boyfriend's cock and lowered himself down. The tight heat made Jean cringe and gasp more than Marco. He grabbed at Marco's legs, helping him keeping his balance.

Marco kissed Jean again and gave his hips an experimental thrust. Jean moaned in approval.

There was nothing soft about the way they moved, other than the looks they gave each other. Jean pushed his hips up fast, digging his heels into the bed. And Marco rode him just as fast, bouncing on his cock and screaming Jean's name repeatedly. Until Jean shot up, grabbed Marco and flipped their positions, pounding into him.

Marco laughed and moaned, holding onto the hat he had been wearing as he relinquished complete control to Jean. Jean pushed Marco onto his side and fell behind him, still thrusting into him. Marco turned his head, looking over his shoulder just enough to catch Jean's lips behind him.

Jean came first, thrusting faster and reaching around to pump Marco in time with his own orgasm.

"Oh…Oh God…,"Marco shuddered, burying his face into the pillow. "J-Jean…"

Jean buried his face into Marco's neck, breathing in his scent and exhaling his lover's name over and over again.

Marco.

Marco.

Marco…I—

They were a mess of cum within minutes, both panting and exhausted. Jean pulled off the hat Marco was wearing, throwing it on the floor. Marco turned to him, eyes dreamy, and smiled.

"My handsome stallion."

Jean kissed Marco's cheeks and the freckles he loved so much. Chocolate eyes stared up at him and Jean's heart stuttered in his chest. He brushed back Marco's dark hair, kissing his head and dropping to his freckles and lips.

Marco closed his eyes, dark lashes brushing against Jean's cheek. Jean smiled, despite the rising feeling of guilt in his stomach.

There were lies, so many lies, he had built up. Lies he needed to confess to. Lies that were a burden. Lies Marco needed to know about.

"Marco…"

Marco opened his eyes and tilted his head. "Hm?"

"I…" And again, like many times before, Jean hesitated. Marco was all smiles and happy and feeling good; Jean couldn't take that from him. Not right now. "I really love you."

Marco blushed. "I love you, too."

He was pulled down, into a warm embrace with kisses along his neck. And he held Marco back, clinging to him because he really did love that man. That was why he had to stop. That was why he wore the M that Marco bought for him on his neck instead of that horseshoe he received in high school.

But Jean knew that he couldn't keep in that guilt because it would tear him apart.

"In the morning, I need to tell you something," Jean said.

"Mm…alright," Marco sleepily said. "I'll remember. Promise."

And Marco never broke his promises.