Coming Home

It was a rainy day, as Marco sat on his bed, looking outside the window. The light in his room was dimmed, but his tv, showing drake and Josh, lights up the rather big room as well as a small nightlight lighting up a spot.

His mood was down, since the very beginning of the day. It was raining, non of his friends were free and he was home alone. Best conditions for his depression to kick him in the guts.

Marco had his laptop in his lap, showing a gif of words flickering. When his depression got him, he always found himself on tumblr or other dark websites, looking trough all these dark depression tags. Not that it was helping, it actually dragged him deeper in the hole he sat in. But he couldn't help it, it was an automatic reaction.

He sighed and grabbed his cup of tea from the nightstand, taking a small sip. The warm liquid spread a warm feeling trough his chest, making him feel alive for a moment.

He found himself deeply in thought when his phone went off, bringing him back to reality. But it was only a notification from Facebook. Sighing, he put it back away and looked out of the window.

He needed attention, and he needed a lot. Jean, his boyfriend, was pretty skilled in doing so. He wanted to tell Jean to come over, to give him all the attention he craved right now. But he knew that Jean was busy, he is the captain of the football team, and he also has a job. Another Sigh escaped his mouth, as he layed down and closed his Laptop, putting it away and laying down. His thoughts started to trail off again, letting him groan as he turned on his back, pulling the hem of the hoodie he wore over his mouth. It smelled like Jean. It made him feel at ease, yet it brought him back to the fact that he needed Jean, that he missed him.
He looked up, seeing that his Tv now played ICarly.

Marco sighed deeply, grabbing his phone and unlocking it. He thought for a moment, if he should really text him. Maybe he could annoy the other? He wouldn't want that. But Jean always looked out for the other, since he knew that Marco has depression.  And maybe he had surprisingly a day off?

The black haired stopped and smiled softly, thinking about it. Jean always stuck to him, even with this damn depression clinging on him like a serpent holding a mouse. He could count himself so fucking lucky, yet this depress-

RRING!

Marco sat up quickly, wiping away the few tears that collected in the corner of his eye, getting out of bed quickly. Who could this be? It's after Ten, and he didn't expected any visitor. His parents neither, since they're gone.
He ran down the stairs, afraid to be too slow, swinging the door open once he arrived there.
His tired expression immediately changed into a happy one when he realized who stood there.
Jean grinned and held up a bag of sweets, his jacket and hair completely soaked. "Hey, I brought some sweets for my sweetie."
Marco grinned and looked at him, before letting him in and going to the guest bathroom to grab a towel. Was it fate that Jean was here? Did he knew it? Marco couldn't stop grinning to the fact that Jean was home with him.
Walking back to Jean he put the towel on top of the others head, rubbing it on the wet hair in order to dry it.
Jean hummed and took his jacket off, before sneaking a hand up into Marcos hoodie, which originally was his, putting his ice cold hand on his waist.
Marco yelped and pulled away from him, gasping. "You're freezing! Jesus! I'll make you a tea.. or would you rather like a coffee? Or hot chocolate?" He asked, putting the towel around the neck of the other, holding both ends of it in each hand with a smile.
The blonde hummed and leaned forward to press a kiss to the others lips, earning a happy hum from his boyfriend. "I would love a coffee."

"Jean.. you've got the best timing, really." Marco mumbled, Barely noticeable, as he leaned his head against Jeans shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Why? Did something happen?" The other male asked, frowning softly as he stroked over Marcos back, kissing his head gently.

"It's nothing. I'm just so happy that you're here.." the black haired mumbled, leaning against the other.
Jean hummed and held the other, kissing his head. "How about we go upstairs, and watch a movie?"
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Once they arrived in Marcos room, Jean with his coffee and Marco with a fresh tea, the blonde inhaled a deep breath of the scent of the room. It always smelled amazing. It smelled like Marco, like his shampoo, his aftershave, candles- it just smelled so familiar, like a scent he'd love to get back home to every day.

Jean loved everything about his boyfriend, from the tiniest of freckles to the smell of his freshly washed hair. To him, Marco was perfect. He knew that Marco was the man he'd want to marry one day. And he knew that marco was aware of that, too.

Once they arrived in Marcos room, the bigger male plopped down on the bed, after putting his cup of tea down. He pulled the covers over himself, looking up to his boyfriend. "Hey."

Jean smiled at the sight in front of him. Marco was cuddled up, only his head sticking out from the pile of pillows and blankets.
"Hey yourself." He answered, making his way over to the bed himself, laying down beside Marco and pulling him close to himself. He slipped under the covers and held the other close.

It was the quiet moments both of them needed, and now they were there, cuddled up against each other while a movie played in the background. Soft kisses were shared, loving strokes and gently giggles. Marco felt happy, all because of one man.

But he loved that man.