continued from here x @fcrtitudo
Marco seemed to be getting really worked up about this, and Jean felt absolutely awful. He didn’t realize how hard it actually was on him until he expressed certain examples. And the last thing that Jean ever wanted to do was hurt Marco. He loved him, he really did, and he didn’t want to lose him. But by being so secretive, it was almost like he was on his way to doing so.
Letting out a sigh, holding Marco a little tighter, he wanted to convey how apologetic he was. He hoped it could only get better from here. “Yeah, my mom knows you’re gay. And she’s totally chill with people being gay, as long as it’s not me. It’s why she has us sleep separately, because she doesn’t want us having sex or anything. Or you ‘rubbing off on me’ or something. I don’t know. When she has Eren over she lets him sleep in my bed if he wants to, since ‘he won’t try anything on you Jeanbo, since you’re both straight.’ But don’t worry about Eren sleeping in my bed, I sleep on the floor when he’s over. The only person I would ever wanna sleep in a bed with is you.”
Before continuing, he pulled back from Marco, fingers moving to his cheek and gently caressing the skin. He smiled at his boyfriend slightly, determination clear in his eyes as he showed him affection. “Marco, I love you. And because I love you, you’re gonna sleep in my bed tonight, and hold hands with me at the dinner table, and give me that good luck kiss at the beginning of my game tomorrow. And when I score the winning goal, I’m gonna run right over to you, my boyfriend, and I’m going to give you the biggest kiss I can. I don’t...care what my mom says or thinks. She loves me, she’s my mom, so she can’t kick me out or hate me...right?”
His voice that was so full of determination quickly fell into one of uncertainty and nervousness, and it was clear that Jean was terrified of telling his mother.
