Sixty Degrees (BoyxBoy)

Will You? - Jean x Marco Extra

Three hundred and fifty eight days before the epilogue.

"Move in with me."

Marco lifts his eyes from the papers he was going over, and stares at Jean as if he'd gone insane. "I'm sorry?"

"Move in with me," Jean repeats his tone definite and sure.

Marco places the papers down on the table and stares at his boyfriend. "Don't you think it's a little soon?"

"We've been together for years, so why not?" Jean states shrugging his shoulders as if this wasn't the biggest decision of Marco's life. "Besides you practically live here anyway, and your apartment is across town. I live closer to your work, so wouldn't it just be more convenient?"

Marco's brow furrows as he listens to Jean's words. "You want me to move in with you because it would be more convenient?"

Jean gives him a blank look; damn he can be thick sometimes. He takes a deep breath as he leans across the table towards him. "I want you to move in with me because I love you."

A blush quickly spreads across Marco's brown cheeks causing Jean to grin. His grin widens as Marco begins to stutter, he loves to see him flustered.

"B-But Jean, there are things to c-consider. Like what if you get sick of me?"

Jean almost laughs but manages to stop himself when he notices the look of distress on Marco's face. Instead he smiles, his regular charming smile this time and gestures to his plate. "As if I could get sick of you, you make amazing French toast; I'd keep you around just for that." He can't stop the laugh that escapes his throat when Marco's expression doesn't change.

He sighs turning serious. He grabs hiss hand across the table, squeezing it tightly to reassure him that he's completely serious. "Please consider it."

Three hundred days before

"Jean, did you eat the last of the coco pops?"

The man in question slides the half empty bowl of brown cereal behind his book as Marco turns around. "No."

"Oh really?" He asks walking over to Jean's side of the table and pulls the bowl back out into plain sight. "Then what's this, huh?"

"Okay, so I might have had one bowl."

Marco pulls out the chair next to him, sitting himself down and hovering over the bowl of chocolately goodness. "You told me you didn't like it," He pouts.

"I actually hadn't tried it before," Jean responds, shoving a spoonful into his mouth.

"You can buy the next packet then," Marco states, grabbing his coffee and standing up.

Jean smiles up at him, they're so domestic. He glances over Marco properly for the first time that morning and notices the suit he's donned. "You look hot."

Marco blushes at the compliment as he hides his red cheeks behind his mug. "I have that job interview today."

"The one at the high school?"

"Yeah," He replies, taking a shaky sip of his coffee, it's obvious he's nervous.

Jean puts his book down and leans towards him, placing a reassuring hand on his back. "They're going to love you."

Marco smiles, still slightly wavering and unsure.

"Trust me. We'll celebrate your employment tonight," He continues with a wink, placing a light kiss against his cheek.

Marco smiles properly then, more at Jean's antics than what he's actually saying. "I'll see you tonight."

And then he's out the door.