A Little While (JeanMarco SNK/ AoT Oneshot)

The Survey Corps really weren't all they were cut out to be. You were cold, and miserable, and constantly on the brink of death. You were always starved for physical contact. But if someone made a move, you would envision a Titan's leering face, all too close, go into a panic, leap back, and they would pretend it hadn't happened and life was oh, so lonely.

Marco Bodt made the Survey Corps really not seem all that bad. And my best friend was a rock when it was cold outside. A warm, fuzzy, squishy rock.

"Oi, Marco," I hissed. The icy wind was rocking the barracks, seeping in through the cracks and chilling to the bone. The other guys had somehow fallen asleep, lucky bastards. I, however, was tossing and turning.

"Yeah?" he called back faintly. His teeth were chattering. He must have been just as cold as I was, if not more.

"Mind if we share a bed?" Oh god, that sounded dubious. "I'm freezing," I added.

Marco groaned and moved over, causing his bed to creak. I slipped out of my bed, feeling my feet burn with cold as I ran across the floor. I climbed the ladder and pulled the covers over the both of us.

We lay there awkwardly for a few moments.

"Jean," he said quietly, his tongue softening the 'J' and turning the 'ahn' into little more than a whisper. I actually really liked my name when my best friend said it. "I'm scared."

I turned around to see him looking at me imploringly. The icy remaining light that reached through the cracks along with the wind lit Marco's usually warm freckled face in a cold pallor. His eyebrows were drawn together.

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"What happens when we die?"

"Nothing. We die. We just cease to exist. All that stuff that the religious nuts are preaching is bullshit," I snorted cynically. "And who knows if we even die if we end up swallowed whole by Titans? Not ripped in two, completely frozen in that weird stomach shit?"

Marco snorted. "Poetic, Jean."

"I try," I smiled. I was suddenly hyperaware of Marco's presence in the bed next to me. I could count every single freckle on his cheeks, illuminated by the sparse yellow lighting in the cabin. I had felt this sensation in my gut whenever I talked to Marco for the past two weeks, a floating sensation that felt so good and so weird at the same time.

He was just incredibly adorable. In a manly way, of course. His hair would flop around, and his entire face would light up when he smiled. And his eyes were drifting shut and Marco Bodt was falling asleep right next to me. Oh my god.

I took a deep breath, and carefully moved my arm so it was around his waist. I had been ignoring it, ignoring it so much but it was true. I had a thing for my best friend.

Fuck.

I retracted my arm and turned away from Marco, eyes wide open and uneasily trying to make myself more comfortable. Marco grumbled in his sleep and threw his own arm around me, pulling me to his chest. This was going to be a long night.

I startled awake as someone poked my nose.

"Jean?" I feigned sleep. Best not have him believe that I was awake, it would make things easier. He poked me again. "Jean, you dumbass, I know you're awake." I finally opened my eyes, facing the bright, freezing morning. It was so early that no one was awake, and the sun wasn't either. And I was nose to nose with Marco Bodt. Shit.

I inched away slowly. Maybe then he would stop making me want to kiss him. My eyes dropped to his lips. I imagined those lips on other parts of my body... oh, sweet fucking Jesus I was not taking that path this early in the morning.

"I should probably get out, Jaeger will think we fucked or something," I grumbled, moving to get out of the bed. What happened was not expected.

"Let him!" Marco blurted out. I froze, and he blushed red. "I mean, you can stay here, who cares what Eren thinks? Wow, it almost sounded like I wanted us to have sex or something, wow..." he chuckled awkwardly.

I cracked a grin. "It couldn't be all that bad," I said, very serious. "Everyone wants my dick, seriously. Even Jaeger."

Marco swooned jokingly. "Oh, Jean, take me now!"

I made a kissy face and spoke in a high-pitched voice. "Kiss me, Mr. Bodt, I thirst for your mouth!"

Marco laughed outright. "I thirst for your mouth? Jean, that was awful."

I frowned. "What's so bad about mouth thirst? Mouth thirst is cool, man. Can you do any better?"

"What about Jean, kiss me? Just kiss me?" he asked. It sounded so real and simple and we were so very close.

"Like this?" I asked in a hushed tone. Our mouths were millimeters apart now, and Marco's eyelids were fluttering shut. Our lips met, Marco's rough and mine soft. We rolled over so that Marco was straddling me in the dark, a mere shadow. His teeth glinted white as he smiled.

I whispered his name, and he whispered mine, and we were frozen for a few moments. Just sitting in that position, and there was nothing sexual about it.

Then Jaeger woke up.

"Fucking exhibitionists, can you two not fuck where we can see you?" he complained loudly. And then Marco blushed and got off of me, only to have me yell right back.

"Nope, sorry Jaeger, but you're gonna have to deal with it."

Marco slapped me in the shoulder. "Jean," he hissed. I kissed him shortly.

"Marco," I mocked. Marco gave up and kissed me back, and we were making out again. With one last sound of disgust from Jaeger, we were left to our own devices.

"I like you a lot," Marco said softly.

"I'd hope so," I grumbled.

"Do you think we can make this- whatever this is- a thing?" He gestured between the two of us, as though it wasn't already clear what he was asking.

"Oh, yeah," I grinned, my voice rough.

"Good."

"Good."

We forgot about the fight against the Titans for that moment. It was just the two of us in the oncoming dawn, searching for each other's mouths, Marco's calloused hands and my smooth ones everywhere.

For just a little while.