Drunken Confessions

Drunken Confessions~ 2

The party was up and running in no time, almost everyone was drunk including Eren Jaeger however, Marco sat by himself sipping a cup full of light beer when a crowd of his classmates slowly started to swam around him, he noticed Connie and Sasha with their arms around each other yelling something about a game and before he knew it he was thrown into a dimly lit closet. Voices that were barely audible surrounded the closed doors, suddenly, only for a second; the small storage space was lit once more and another figure was pushed in. "ah, shit" cussed he figure, now Marco could only assume this was seven minutes in heaven and his lucky partner was none other than Jean Krischtein. Silence spread through the small space and things grew awkward between them until Marco stifled a small cough "uh...Jean, that horse onesie suits you." Jean looked up and gave him the eyebrow "gee, thanks Marco." He grinned "that cowboy outfit brings out another side to you." Silence. Jean shuffled over a bit towards Marco. "So, you know how this game works?" red spread across Marco's cheeks, he kept quiet as he felt Jean's hand rest upon his face "Do you want me to show you?" Marco still said nothing, sensing hot breath on his spotted cheeks and as he felt tender lips press against his. He was always dreaming about these lips, perfect in shape and now they were on top of his, moving into a rhythm. The kiss was gentle but wasn't enough to satisfy Jean as he licked Marco's bottom lip asking for entrance, Marco doubted himself and denied admittance, this angered Jean as he bit down on the other's lip, taking advantage of his surprised gasp Jean then slipped his tongue into Marco's mouth. Moving his hand from Marco's face and snaking it around his waist Jean then put more force into the already passionate kiss, earning rewarding moans from the other. They both separated breathless, the freckled face boy was in a daze that kiss was everything he'd been dreaming about and more! However his love's face was filled with regret, making his stomach drop. "I'm sorry; I... didn't m-mean to. This is wrong... we're both guys! I-" before Jean could finish his excuse, the door opened as Marco pushed past him and stormed out tears pinching at his chocolate tinted eyes. "shit." Jean muttered to himself as he regained his poise, chewing his bottom lip in order to hold back his own tears.