What Little We Had (Marco x Jean) (boyxboy)

What Little We Have (Marco x Jean)

      Jean and I are sharing a bed tonight. Our backs are to each other. I lay in the covers with my insomnia, waiting to fall asleep. Just as my eyelids begin to drop, I could feel Jean shifting his body. I know he is asleep because I could hear the pace of his breath; heavy and slow. He is shifting his body, the twisting of the comforter notifies me he is changing direction. He began to rest again, then I felt his arm creep in between my chest and my left arm. He then stopped moving, cuddling my torso. I started blushing.

   I began to get excited. Not in a sexual way. Just in a way that the person you like. is in the same bed with you. Cuddling your chest. And you and your crush aren't together because I'm in the closet and he's straight. I don't want to give up this harmless opportunity. Slowly, I began to twist my body so that I could see his face. I pulled his arm off of my chest and turned my body, fixing the sheet and comforter as I twisted because it was getting uncomfortable.

   When I was done shifting, I sank down, back under the covers with Jean. I looked at his sleeping face: his eyes closed, his two-toned hair; ruffled, and his mouth slightly departed. I smiled to myself and closed my eyes, just as my eyelids touched, I heard Jean inhale heavily and sigh.

   With the comforter pulling towards Jean, I felt him sit up. I still had my eyes closed but I could feel him looking at me. Jean began to lean to my side, and I felt the warmth of his lips, as he kissed me on the cheek. My eyes shot open as Jean leaned back onto his side of the bed.
"Jean?" I whispered as I sat up, touching my cheek with my finger tips.  Questions began to run through my head but Jean had a frightened look on his face. With eyes wide, he asked me if I had been awake for a while. I nodded. And as I nodded, he began to cry into his hands. Gently he whimpered "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again into his hands. I started to panic. I didn't want him to think that I rejected the kiss. I sat up and laid hand on his back. That made him whimper more quietly. He looked up from his hands and gazed at me. I looked at him with soft eyes and leaned towards him and kissed his cheek.
"It's okay,"
    We both went silent for a second then Jean asked if I was gay. I nodded. I asked the same question, and he nodded. I pulled my hand back into my lap.
"Do you," he paused "like me?" Jean questioned. I hesitated for a second, thinking "what if I misread his kiss?"
"... Yes," I said quietly and Jean smiled and said "I have like you since I first met you," I smiled. More than happy to know that my crush, crushed me back.

   We both looked at each other and we both lifted the corners of our mouths in unison. Jean and I both lied down, pulling the blanket back over us. I nestled my head on his right peck and rested my arm on his chest. He approved of cuddling, by putting his hand onto the side of my head.

    I pushed up from his chest, and kissed him on the cheek again, closer to his mouth. He smiled and kissed my cheek again. Finally I put the palm of my hand on his cheek and kissed his bottom lip. I pulled away but he put his hand on my cheek, pulling me back into him, wanting more.

    I let him pull me in again and kiss my top lip, I wrapped my lips with his, taking in the softness of his mouth. We kept kissing and kissing until he sat up on the head rest, pulling me on top of him, still, gently sucking my top lip.

    He began to pull away. I wanted more from him, but Jean was busy pulling off my t shirt. He finally got it over my head, and threw it to the foot of the bed. I sat up on him , putting Jean's pelvis between my thighs and pulled his t shirt off too. I threw his shirt to join mine. As I turned back to Jean, he found my lips again.

   We kept sucking at each other until Jean pulled his lips away, resting his forehead onto mine. He panted and muttered "I want you,"
He then pushed back into my top lip and sucked at it. I kissed him back, then I turned my head so I could kiss his neck. I could feel Jean's erection, pushing in between my thighs.