Jean wasn't the most adventurous of people, but he did have friends and those friends always invited him out to places and to meet people he had no interest in. So here he was at a strange Easter party. At such parties, you would usually find children running around, searching for the eggs the "Easter Bunny" had left behind. Yet, at this party, you could only see drunken adults galloping around in search of their next shot. Did the Easter Shot Bunny exist? Apparently so.

He rolled his eyes in disapproval and earned a laugh from someone standing close by.

He was slightly taller than Jean , with scruffy brown hair and adorable freckles littering his childlike cheeks. His brown eyes twinkled in delight as he regarded a grumpy looking Jean.

Jean gave a little nervous smile in return, earning a bigger smile from the other man.

His heart beat a little faster than it should have, and he stared at his toes, thinking that he probably looked like a stuck up kind of person. He wasn't. He just didn't see the point in getting plastered every weekend and waking up with a head that hurt so much, he just wished that the world would end.

"What is it about people, that makes them think drinking large amounts of alcohol is the only way to have fun?" the other man mused happily. Jean blushed, was this guy actually talking to him? Did this guy really have the same opinion as him? Did that man's voice really sound like smooth caramel? Or was Jean's mind playing tricks on him?

"I really don't know." he answered weakly, scratching the back of his neck. Now Jean being Jean, he wasn't socially inept and he definitely had no problems speaking his mind. His friends called him callous and crude, on the account of him being stupidly straight forward, all the god damn time. Yet, right now, at this moment, his bumped up self pride and general stand offish attitude eluded him. He just continued to stare at the ground as the gorgeous man, in Jean's opinion, continued to smile widely at him.

"Hi. I'm Marco by the way." he said walking up to Jean with an outstretched hand, still smiling.

Jean took his hand and shook it, hoping that his wasn't as sweaty as he thought it was.

"J-Jean." he stuttered nervously. Jean wasn't narcissistic, but he wasn't modest either. He was a realist, he knew he wasn't bad looking. He'd had lots of girlfriends, and boyfriends, all of them perfectly happy to have him on their arm and show off his handsome self. All that being said, when comparing himself to this man, he had to back down and give him the number one pedestal. Jean thought he looked amazing. He was tall and lean, his clothes fit him perfectly, tight and loose in all the right places. And that smile… well that smile had Jean's nether regions begging for more.

"Well Jean, it's nice to meet you." he beamed, making Jean's insides flutter.

"Yeah, you too." he said, trying to smile back, but not really succeeding.

"So, your not taking part in this…" he pointed at the stumbling participants."…game?"

Jean snorted in contempt. He immediately regretted it. Way to go an embarrass yourself Jean.

"I'd rather wake up feeling good tomorrow, if you know what I mean." he said hurriedly, trying to cover up the snort, his cheeks feeling warmer than he would have liked.

"Yeah, me too. I guess we're the only sensible people here." Marco smiled, his voice so kind and warm, Jean didn't even think he'd noticed the snort. Every time, he'd done that in front of his friends, they all called him a horse. Bit mean, but he didn't care. He was probably snorting at something stupid they'd said anyway, so what did it matter.

"Sensible is my middle name." he joked, hating himself for saying something so old hat.

Marco laughed loudly and Jean's stomach dropped. You're making a fool of yourself Jean.

"Is that so?" Marco breathed, tears forming in his eyes. Jean just smiled weakly back. Of course it wasn't true. Jean had done plenty of stupid things during his life, and hypocritically, he had done many of those things when he was drunk.

"So, what's your middle name?" Jean said, trying to get the attention off of him, staring at his feet to hide his forming blush.

"Me?" Marco chuckled. "I don't have one. Not even a funny one." he said smiling as Jean peered up at him cutely.

"Oh." Jean nodded, peering around himself, lost for words. His mind went blank when he looked at the man beside him, not even able to think of something to talk about. He was so good looking Jean ceased to function.

A silence fell, leaving them standing around, Marco rocking back and forth on his heels awkwardly and Jean gnawing at his lower lip.

"So..." Marco piped up, making Jean start. He smiled down at him sweetly as Jean's cheeks flared. "…If you don't like drinking, why are you here?"

"Friends made me come." he said, pouting dramatically. "You?"

"Same." Marco smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. Jean watched as his shoulders rolled with glorious ease and found his stomach fluttering happily.

"Yeah, they just love taking me out of my comfort zone." he sighed distractedly.

"You look pretty comfy to me." Marco grinned lecherously, his eyes glittering with curiosity.

Jean giggled uncharacteristically. The sound of it making him cringe inwardly. Seriously, how stupid are you going to make yourself look Jean?

The way Marco looked at him made his spin tingle and his cheeks go abnormally rosy. He would happily let that man stare at him for eternity and he would stare right back, because, oh god was he gorgeous.

He was bigger than Jean, not only in height but in body. His muscles were more defined than his, especially his arms. Oh god those arms. What Jean wouldn't give to be wrapped up in those arms. To be held tightly to that big manly chest, with those long fingers stroking their way up and down his back.

Jean hummed at the thought, but was brought back to reality as Marco chuckled down at him. Jean's stomach flipped. You're acting like a love struck school girl Jean. Stop it, you're already weird enough.

"Extremely comfy." Marco added silkily. His voice making Jeans insides hitch.

Jean looked up at him, a blush tinting his high cheek bones. The man's laugh and the man's voice were like drizzled honey and his eyes twinkled mischievously.

Did this man even know what his was saying? What Jean might and would definitely do to get with a guy like him.

He was the best thing Jean had ever seen. He had a perfect personality, unlike Jean. He was kind and funny, probably supportive to those who felt down, and Jean did get down about a lot of things. Just standing next to him made him warm and fuzzy.

Yep, Jean could definitely fall for Marco.

His gorgeous freckles, his sexy voice, those big rough looking hands, that Jean would bet felt like melting butter on his skin. Jean could just swoon right here and now, and was about too, when he heard someone wailing his name from across the large garden.

Connie Springer.

Damn you Connie!

"JEAN!" he shouted, stumbling forward and holding his stomach.

Jean groaned mentally, way to go Connie, just ruin everything.

"Jean, help me. I think I'm going to die." he moaned dramatically, waddling closer.

"Well, go die somewhere else." he hissed back, smiling awkwardly at Marco. So far Jean had been nothing but a bumbling idiot, that Marco had taking a liking to, but now that he was faced with Connie and his bad timing, straight forward Jean was making a comeback. Well, that's it. Marco's going to be put right off if you don't fake it. But that meant being nice to Connie.

Marco smiled warmly back at him, as Connie decided to fall into Jean, nearly toppling them over.

"Damn it Connie. How much have you had?" he said, trying his best to sound concerned instead of pissed off.

"Too much. I'm going to hurl." he moaned.

"Oh god." Jean exclaimed, hurriedly pointing Connie away from him and pushing him towards the large house. "We need to find a toilet and fast." he grimaced. "Sorry, I have to deal with…" Jean pointed at a greenish coloured Connie.

"No, go right ahead." Marco laughed sympathetically, holding up his hands. "We'll talk later." he smiled.

Jean smiled back happily and sighed in relief. Yeah, later. I cant wait.

"Jean…" Connie whined.

"Ok buddy, lets go." he smiled his goodbye to Marco and hastily led Connie to a place where he could evacuate his stomach.

After fifteen minutes of standing beside a retching Connie, trying not to overwhelmed by a sour smell, you only ever smell when someone else throws up, Jean finally managed to get back downstairs and out into the fresh air.

Connie needed to be taken home, and for some reason, that duty had fallen on him, but he wasn't going to leave without first seeing Marco again and getting his number.

Yet, when he got outside, Marco was nowhere to be seen. He looked, and by god did Jean look, but he couldn't find him anywhere. He even asked Berthold, but to no avail. All he got was a: "Sorry jean, I don't even know anyone called Marco."

Eventually Jean gave up and dragged a sorry looking Connie to his car and drive off, feeling pretty pissed off.

"Sorry Jean, I didn't mean to make you leave so soon." slurred Connie, his face pressed against the cool glass of the car window.

"You best be! You owe me big for this Connie! I mean it!" Jean growled, as his car dawdled down the road.

Damn. Where the hell did you go Marco? You said we'd talk later.

Jean sighed in resignation. Maybe he just wasn't that into you. Jean felt like shit.

New chapter soon. Hopefully. Please review and let me know what you think. xxx Nerd Out xxx