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Jean looked over the ice-skating rink and blinked with wide eyes. “Oh no… He’s fucking hot…” He mumbled as he watched the lone skater in the rink. Although his freckles were cute, his muscles really had Jean’s knees shaking. After all the black shirt and leggings did nothing to hide his figure.
"That’s my teacher!" His little sister chimed as Jean snapped back into reality.
"H-He is?!" He more or less exclaimed from the side of the ring. His little sister, Rachel was in training to be a figure skater and was taking private tutoring lessons and normally their parents would take her but Jean had just passed his driving test and this was his first task to trust him to get her there and back safely.
Still he was not expecting this to be her teacher. “W-Well then…” He mumbled
"Hey Rachel, how’s it going? I was thinking we might try something new today, how does that sound?" The teacher inquired, too focused on his own skating to glance up just yet. Another voice soon grabbed his attention however, a young male voice, and he found himself stumbling as looked up to see who it was.
"O-oh, hello!" Marco beamed from across the rink, skidding to a halt beside the man and his sister. He couldn’t help the slight blush starting to seep into his cheeks. "That’s n-not Rachel’s mum or dad.. Who is he? Oh no, he’s really cute.."
He smiled awkwardly, worried it may have looked a little forced, as he held out his hand for the other to shake. “H-hi, I’m Rachel’s teacher, but I’m guessing she’s already told you that-“ "-Marco you’re an idiot-" "s-so.. You must be her.. Brother..?"
"Do not fuck this up, Bodt. You don’t even know if he likes men yet, calm down. Besides, you’ve got a job to do, remember? Teach Mr Nice-Haired Hottie’s little sister how to skate."
"I’m fine thank you!" She chimed brightly as she walked over to the benches to get her skates on. While she hummed a tune Jean had his attention on the teacher the whole time.
He was just so elegant and talented… Jean thought to himself as he slowly grasped the other’s hand and shook it firmly. “Y-Yeah” He chuckled with a small smile. “And yeah I’m her older brother” He mumbled as the little girl came in between them.
"Say! Teach! Could you teach my brother too?" She asked innocently.
"Oh no! I don’t skate!" Jean protested and let go of Marco’s hand a little sooner than he would of liked to of admitted. "You know I play American Football" He stated.
Marco chuckled a little at Rachel’s suggestion, unable to disguise the grin working its way onto his lips. “Well, I could sure give it a go, there are plenty of spare skates out the back~!”
He blushed a little more, glancing away, "shit, was that too forward? Remember you’re not as smooth as you’d like to think you are, Marco, don’t even try."
He looked up again when the man mentioned football, “oh, you play, do you? I never really got into it that much, it’s fun to watch though! I bet you’re really good, I mean, you look like someone who would be- uh, I mean, well, y’know.. Yeah. Sorry, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself properly yet, have I? I’m Marco, uh, Marco Bodt.”
"Real smooth. Good job. Now he probably thinks you’re insane."
Jean looked away from the pair at the suggestion of the more skates but he just couldn’t… He just didn’t have the balance on the ice nor would he probably ever have the balance for it. "God damn it, he’s be more forward that I would… is he gay too? Or is he just a friendly guy? He seems like a good guy…"
Still he nodded with a bright smile as his sport came up and he instantly lit up like a light. “Yeah of course I play! I’m the collage’s prized Quarter back” He smirked proudly, though he couldn’t help but find the other’s stuttering and fumbling adorable even more than he already was.
"Hey Marco-" God that fell perfectly "I’m Jean Kirschtein,"
"And the biggest idiot I know! Now come on teacher! I want to know what you’re going to teach me!" Rachel piped up with a pout and grabbed Marco’s hand.
Marco’s blush deepened, and he ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’d picked up when he was younger. "Is he..? Could he be like me? Does he like guys too? I can’t exactly ask him, can I? He seems.. Nice though, really nice.."
He was smiling the whole time the other talked about sport, "oh God, he’s even cuter when he’s excited." "That’s amazing!" He chimed in, "you must be fantastic. I’d love to see you play sometime, I bet it’s really somethi-" He broke off, stuttering and blushing even more, "I-I mean.. Y’know, I’ve been to one or two games before and they’re fun, so.."
"Jean Kirschtein.. That’s such a nice name. I suppose it makes sense, what with his nice face and all."
Marco glanced up, secretly glad of Rachel’s interruption, “okay, okay! Let’s go then!” He grinned as he followed her back onto the ice, helping steady her and making sure she wouldn’t fall.
Jean sighed as he nodded and just leaned over the barrier watching the duo. He couldn’t help but find himself in a dreamy state as he watched the pair skate. His sister looked good on the ice, that’s easy to see, but Marco…
That freckled god looked just breath taking. “How is he not in the olympics?” Jean more muttered to himself that to the other two beings in the room.
Sill Rachel grinned as she skated around with not a problem. “I’ve been practicing! I can stand on my own two feet now!” She chimed proudly.
"That’s great work Rachel!" Marco beamed encouragingly, "now, if only I could stay upright, too.."
He winced every time he slipped a little bit, muttering “come on, get it together,” as he ended up grabbing the barrier once or twice to hold himself up. It wasn’t really his fault though, he decided, "I mean, how am I supposed to hold perfect balance, when Mr Perfect himself is over there distracting me with his gorgeous face and attractive body and bloody amazing smi- OOF!"
The freckled man groaned, picking himself up from the ice with a chuckle, “uh, whoops..”
Rachel soon frowned as she tried to follow him and help him as best that she could. “Are you alright teach? I mean this isn’t your normal self” She frowned as she patted him getting off a few stray bits of ice from his back and butt.
Jean blinked and chuckled as he couldn’t help it. He always did find please in other people’s pain after all. Though he sighed and went to sit down on his phone to text someone he wouldn’t normally… But he needed help…
[TEXT] Hey, JeagerBomb, how do you ask another guy out?
He didn’t send it right away, at first he hesitated because going to Eren for help but… Who else could he talk to? After all out of Eren and Armin, Armin was more the quiet type and that wasn’t really his sort of style… Then again Armin was more likely to reply.
Though he just shook his head. Deciding in the end it would be best not to ask Eren for help, He had some pride after all! Still he went back to the ice-rink to watch more of Marco than his little sister skate.
"Y-yeah, I’m fine, just a little distracted, that’s all," he smiled reassuringly, dusting himself off a little more. "Sorry," he laughed, "but oh, look at you go! Maybe I should be the one getting lessons from you, instead!”
He glanced over at her brother, who was, thankfully, preoccupied with his phone. "Oh thank God, maybe he didn’t see.. Now that would have been embarrassing..”
"I wonder who he’s texting, though? A girlfriend, maybe? Wouldn’t surprise me, he does look like a greek god, after all.." Marco sighed, turning back to Rachel, “alright, do you think you could practice a few more of those turns I showed you last week? I’m just gonna go get some water, sorry about this, I really am.”
She nodded and smiled. “Sure teach! I need to practice that anyway!” She mused as she happily skated around the rink alone.
Jean though frowned a little as he watch the teacher-Marco, leaving her on the center of the rink. “I’ve never see her skate before but she seems really good” The two toned smiled as he ran a hand though his hair and looked to the side of avoid his gaze from the freckled one.
Marco watched her as she practised, smiling to himself. She was easily one of the best students he’d ever had, not that he’d had many, of course. He’d have to start teaching her harder stuff before long, confident that she’d pick it up easily.
He jumped a little when Jean spoke up, startled from his thoughts, “oh, uh, yeah! She’s amazing, a really quick learner, too! Which only makes me wonder,” he smirked, deciding to try his luck, “if her brother could be just as good out there on the rink.”
Jean took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. Oh he wouldn’t let the other get to him, Oh no, he wasn’t going to fall for that trick. “I could if I really wanted too” He stated firmly. “But i’m not going too because this is my sister’s time and I won’t take that away from her. I also couldn’t do two sports, I need to keep up my grades too” He smirked a little
That was more than enough reasons not to do it right? Well he wouldn’t mind if he was going to be taught by someone like Marco but he was sure that he wasn’t going to do well on the ice anyway. Still he looked over him and mused. “So are you going to the Olympics in skating then? Or you jut a teacher?” He mused.
Now if he was going to the Olympics… I would certainly have to prove to him that I can be just as good….I wonder if he practices with a girl… Does he have a girlfriend he would practice with?”
"That’s your excuse, huh?" Marco chuckled, grinning, "well, I suppose that’s fair enough, although I’ll have to see it to believe it~!" "Slow down Marco, you’re probably freaking him out. Stop being too forward. He probably thinks you’re gross anyways." Still, he continued smiling nonetheless, “you sure you don’t want to give it a shot, Kirschtein?”
He blushed a little at the man’s question, “j-just a teacher, I’m not.. I’m nowhere near good enough for the Olympics! I wish I was though, it always looks amazing.. My partner is, though, she’s amazing. She’s the one that helped teach me in the first place!”
"Should I ask if he’s going to be in any big sporting things? He probably is, oh fuck, look at those arms! But I don’t know.. Enough about football to ask. Shit. Maybe I could look it up really quick? Pretend I’m texting someone? Oh man.. I’m about as smooth as sandpaper..”
Jean couldn't help but smirk. Oh he would be sure to show the taller- Wait he's taller that I am?! Or is it just the skates? Jean panicked for a slight moment there as he looked over Marco with the corner of his eyes. Still Jean reached out and patted the other's shoulder with a bright white smile.
"I'm sure you could make it to the Olympics if you tried! You look like you've got the form and talent to do so!" Was that too forward too? Just dear lord what do I do? I need to find out when my next game is... I could totally show off then... Jean smirked inside his head but still then quickly removed his hand from the other' should with a blush.
"I-I bet you partner would love to go to the games... If they had a chance... To hear the crowd cheering for you... That's a feeling I bet you couldn't describe" He sighed as he ran a hand though his hair. "O-Oh I should take my jacket off..." He mumbled as he found himself getting a little too hot in his jacket. "Still got another hour to go yet after all" he chuckled as he turned away from Marco suddenly feeling rather embarrassed in front of the other and stripped off the extra layer to show off his muscles though the short-sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.
Still he folded it up and sat down on the bench. "Y-You better get back to teaching..." He mumbled as he looked to his sister with a small smile as he watched her skating around with ease.
Marco jumped a little at the contact, mumbling “s-sorry,” before laughing. His shoulder felt warm where Jean’s hand had been, and he found himself longing to feel his hands on him again. "Oh for God’s sake Bodt, you sound like you’re in one of those stupid fiction things your sister reads!"
His cheeks flushed crimson at the compliments, and he brought a hand up to run through his hair, “d-don’t be silly, I couldn’t make it there! B-but thanks, all the same.”
"Y-yeah, she’d love to. She’d probably go with a better partner though, and I really wouldn’t blame her," he laughed, "she’d do well in them, I’m sure. The cheers.. Well, I mean, they’re nice but.. Have you ever, y’know, competed in front of a crowd?" "Of course he has you idiot! He plays football!" "B-because," he continued anyways, "the pressure’s.. Kind of intense. I get a bit nervous sometimes.."
"Nice one Bodt, now he’s going to think you’re weird. And a wimp. And an idio- oh no he’s taking his jacket off oh no oh no look at those arms! Oh my God! Don’t- no, don’t you dare blush, Bodt, or squeak, or any of that. Oh dear.. Why did he have to be the one to bring her today?”
He blushed a little anyways, laughing awkwardly, “u-uh yeah, I.. I should shouldn’t I? Not that she really needs much help, she’s a natural!”
Jean nodded as he understood where the other one was coming from but he couldn’t help but try to help Marco… He needed a little confident boost it seemed. “That might be the case but I bet the more you practice being in front of a crowd the less nervous you’ll get” he smiled as he sat down.
"You need to learn to use and feed off the energy that the crowd give. They are what give me the confidence to keep moving one and keep winning games. I wouldn’t be where I am without their support. So please Marco? Give it a try… even just for me? I’ll promise I’ll come to it!” he protested after all why wouldn’t Jean want to see the freckled one at his best? In his own stadium!
"Thanks, Jean," Marco smiled earnestly, "that.. Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Means a lot, too." He drifted off, feeling the blush creeping up his neck once more. "He’s so sweet too, ugh.. He really is Mr Perfect.."
He nearly squeaked out loud when the blonde spoke up again, “I-I-oh! Th-thank you, that.. That would be amazing! I kind of.. I suppose I see what you mean, l-like, it’s nice to feel supported, a-and it’s always.. Incredible, knowing you’ve done well, and that everyone is happy for you.” He turned away a little, in the hopes that the man wouldn’t see how red his cheeks had gotten, or the smile that just wouldn’t budge. “I-I hope you realise this means, that-that if I do.. I get to come to one of your games and watch, too!”
"God damn he’s just far too cute, how is this guy single… But how do you know that he’s not single? But whoever has him, they sure are lucky… And if he doesn’t then why isn’t he taken, he’s literally the most amazing person I have ever seen… Like a freckled Jesus, such a saint and just so adorable." Jean went on a rant within his own head but he couldn’t help it. Not with Jean being the raging male he is.
Still he tried to come back down to earth and just smiled and nodded. “O-Of course!” He stuttered for the first time which he couldn’t help but blush a red and look away as he rubbed the back of his head. “I-I’ll find out-” He stuttered again damn it “when my next game is and i’ll be sure to grab you a ticket or two if you want to bring anyone special or something that might enjoy it with you” He offered and hoped that Marco would say that he didn’t have someone special… He really wish he didn’t…
"Oh God he’s gorgeous.. Is he single? No, surely not, not looking like that. Definitely not since he’s so nice and encouraging. Is he married? Is he even old enough to be married? Well, he’s not wearing a ring.. Girlfriend? He hasn’t mentioned one.. But then why should he? We only just met.. I can’t even tell if he’s flirting or not, oh fuck, it really has been a while..” Marco fretted to himself, staring down at the floor. It wasn’t like he even knew the man properly, and now here he was worrying over whether he was single or not. He sighed, looking up again, unable to stop himself beaming at Jean’s offer.
"O-oh, I’d love to!" He smiled, "but.. But one ticket’s enough, thanks. I don’t really have anyone who’d go with me-" "well, now he knows YOU’RE single, at least" "-oh, and I’ll let you know when the next show thing is on! So you can come watch that too! I’m sure there’ll be loads of tickets, if you wanted to bring someone of your own..?" He drifted off, hopeful that the other’s answer would be similar to his.
"HE DOESN’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! GO YOU IDIOT! SAY SOMETHING LIKE YOU’RE SINGLE TOO!" His mind practically yelled at him, but wouldn’t he be jumping into things too fast? After all he did just meet his thirty minutes ago, if that. Though would you really hesitate if you really found them attractive… "It could just be a crush which could fade… I hope it doesn’t though…" He continued before shaking his head.
"I’m pretty sure only someone special would be Rachel but i’m not too sure~ She’s not THAT special~" He teased as he looked to his little sister
With that she stopped and huffed as she looked away. “I am special! Now Teach! Please?” She whined as she stated up to him and almost try to pull him back onto the ice as their time was slowly ticking.
Marco just chuckled, “I’m sure she’s a lot more special to you than you’re letting on.” "He doesn’t have anyone? How? HOW IS HE SINGLE? More importantly, can I change that? Oh gosh that was a really stupid thing to think.. I don’t even know if he’s gay.. Do I even like him? Oh, of course I do, he’s amazing. What do I do what do I do what do I DO? For goodness’ sake, we only met half an hour ago, and here I am losing my bloody mind.."
"You could always bring her, and the rest of your family or something, if you wanted to? Hell, at this rate, you’ll be coming to watch her perform, too! She really is talented; she’ll be overtaking me before long!"
He blushed a little at the girl’s interruption, “oh-oh, right, yeah, s-sorry!” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck before following her onto the ice, “I think you’ve nearly got it. Do you want to practice something else too?”
"Yes please! Something new!" She grinned brightly as she held on to Marco’s hand.
"I want to hold his hand" Jean pouted to himself. Making sure to stay quiet so the one he was talking of didn’t hear him. Still for the rest of the lesson he just wouldn’t(Or well couldn’t) keep his eyes off from him. At the ring started to full up another member of staff came to stop their lesson. "Come on Rachel, we need to get home" He sighed as he watched the pair leave the ice.
"Okay then!" Marco beamed, holding on just as tightly; to stop himself falling again, more than anything else. "Damn, why is it so hard to concentrate with him in the room?"
He carefully led the younger girl back towards her brother, with an encouraging smile. “You did great today! And I’m sure by next week, you’ll be even better!” His smile faltered slightly, as he realised that her leaving also meant her brother would be going too, and even with the promise of watching each other compete at some point in the future, he couldn’t help feeling slightly saddened by the fact he might not get chance to speak to him much again. "Just ask him out, idiot, now’s your chance! Not even in a date way, just.. See if he wants to get coffee sometime..? No, no that’s too datey.. Uhh.. Shit.."
After Jean got his jacket back on and gently grasped his sister’s hand, he offered up his free hand to Marco to give him a shake. “So yeah… I’ll get back to you when my next game is on… It shouldn’t be long” Jean mused with a small smile.
"Why is the air so think and awkward? Is it because I don’t want to leave? Should I ask him for his number? Or is that too forward? Coffee certainly would be right? Does he even drink coffee? Does he go to Uni? Or collage or something?" Jean just groaned inwardly at himself not really knowing what to do or say for that matter. He was just scared of fucking things up before they had barely began..
"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Marco nodded, returning the smile and the handshake, "I’ll let you know if I ever too muster up the courage to do something with a crowd, too!" He turned back to Rachel, "I’ll see you next week, alright?" He looked up hopefully at Jean again, "and you too, maybe..?"
"He looks about my age, I wonder if there’s a chance I’d see him at college.. Surely I would’ve noticed him before though? I mean, it’d be hard not to see a face that gorgeous.. Ugh.. I really want to see it again, too. Maybe I should just.. Ask? No, no no no! That’s far too forward.. I should probably say something though, it’s getting a little awkward..” Marco managed not to whine out loud, thoughts rushing around his head, making him a little dizzy. “It uh..” He began, desperate to break the silence somehow, “it’d be nice to see you again, sometime.”
Jean just nodded as he had stayed a little longer than normal before parting and nodded with a small smile. “Y-Yeah… I’ll be nice to see you too…” He stated off sound a little disappointed in himself, still he perked up with a small chuckle. “That if I get another chance to drive, I just passed my test so this is kind of my first really drive by myself… And my parents hoping I get Rachel here back in once piece” He mused. “So if I get another chance to drive, I might be back… depending” He sighed before turning and waving as his little sister did too.
"Thanks again! It was a pleasure meeting you" He mused. "God damn it, why am I leaving without his number, how old is he? Does he drive?" Jean just thought pathetically to himself as after Marco’s reply he weaved through the crowd and into the car to drive the pair of them home safely. Hoping his parents might give him another chance.
Marco would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly disappointed when Jean let go, longing to cling on just a little while longer. “You can drive?” He asked, chuckling slightly, “I just get the bus everywhere; maybe I should take lessons sometime. I hope you do get to bring her again, it’d be nice- like, I mean, to give your parents a break,” he added hastily, "smooth, Bodt, smooth." He paused, before piping up again, “besides, you made it here safely, so there’s no reason they should stop you coming again!”
"It was lovely meeting you too! Hey, come back anytime you want, okay? Maybe we’ll get you out on the ice too someday," he laughed, although it was tinged with sadness, his heart sinking as they said their goodbyes. "I should’ve gotten his number.. Or asked him out for lunch or something.. Will I see him again? Oh God, I really really hope so.."