Lucas sat on Milos bed, trying not to laugh as Milo put foundation, which was way too pale, on his face. The beauty blender made little pats as it hit his skin, and the awkward eye contact they made every couple of seconds made the both of them want to laugh.

He couldn't hold it in anymore, and he laughed, Milo lightly hit him, "stoppp!!". They both giggled, and then Milo held Lucas's shoulder to keep him steady, then went back to blending. When Milo was finished he got some setting powder and a fluffy brush, it smelt like old lady perfume.

"That smells like my grandmas closet." Lucas smiled, Milo again lightly hit him.

"I like the smell!"

"You like to smell like a grandma?" Lucas teased. Milo groaned. Then they both laughed. "I'm teasing..."

"I never actually smell like this, I just smell like weed and cigarettes. Which I think smells better." Milo started dusting some powder onto Lucas's face. "Oh my god you look so pale."

"Lemme see."

"No! It's gonna be a surprise!" Milo quickly snatched the mirror away from Lucas. Then he started scratching his head, but Lucas quickly stopped him.

"So what's next? Lipstick or something?" Lucas looked at the pile of makeup.

"Absolutely not! That's last. I'm gonna do your eyes, yeah that sounds good." Milo looked through some pallets until he decided to use a pallet called dark mistress.

"Oooh you're gonna be a dark mistress...." Milo showed Lucas the pallet. He observed the detailing on the cover.

"Like that vampire lady with the big boobs? Elisa?"

"ELVIRA!" Milo groaned, this is far from the first time Lucas forgot her name, even though Milo was obsessed with her.

"Yeah her." Lucas nodded.

"Close your eyes, and don't open them until I say so." Milo got some smaller brushes out and Lucas closed his eyes. The second he felt the brush on his eyelid he squeezed his eyes shut. "Don't do that!" Milo pulled away.

"Sorry it just feels weird..." Lucas laughed lightly. Milo sighed and waited until he relaxed before starting again.

"Have you ever worn makeup?" Milo put his free hand on Lucas's jaw to steady his head. Lucas felt heat start to build up in his body.

Shit shit shit shit.....!

"Uh, maybe.... For Halloween or something." Lucas shrugged, he was trying to ignore the flustering. Milo hummed. Then suddenly, he was sitting on his lap. Lucas could feel how close Milos face was to his, he wanted to lean in and kiss him so badly. Milo wanted him to grab his hips and bring him in closer, they both wanted the same scenario to happen. Sex.

Of course, in Lucas's situation, this was more difficult to even start. Milo didn't know he was trans, Lucas most definitely always saw himself as a top, even though that was semi- unrealistic. Because he couldn't penetrate anyone, and he didn't want to be penetrated.

"Lucas..." Milo smiled, it was then that Lucas realized he was holding Milos thighs. Milo was wearing a sweater dress and short sweat-shorts underneath, so Lucas was feeling his soft warm skin.

Lucas opened his eyes and stuttered on an apology, "oh my god I- I'm so sorry..." his whole face was hot with embarrassment. Milo was still on his lap and laughing.

"Its okay, i like it..." Milo grabbed Lucas's hands and guided them back onto his thighs. Lucas looked down, he never really observed his thighs, out of respect. They had multiple scars, clearly self inflicted. They were pale but not white like his face. He softly gripped them, they weren't squishy but they weren't firm either.

Lucas looked up and Milo smiled softly at him. It was such a sweet smile. Then they both leaned in and kissed. Milos hand went back on Lucas's jaw, this time with more strength, and his other hand gripped his wrist. Their kiss became for passionate and intense, and Lucas could taste Milos lipstick and the cigarette he just smoked.

Then, Lucas slowly pushed him off, "I'm sorry I just.. I'm not sure if this is right." They we're both breathing heavily. Milo slowly got off and nodded.

"Ok... why?" Milo started twisting his sleeves. Lucas wasn't ready to answer that question, but it needed to be said.

"I..." Lucas couldn't say it. He bit his lip, which had black lipstick smeared on it. He looked down and felt tears start to form. Milo came in closer.

"Lucas...?" He gently tilted Lucas's chin up with his hand.

"God I'm so... sorry?" Lucas wiped his eyes, then brought his knees up and hugged them. He didn't know how to feel.

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong..." Milo sat back, giving him space. "Why are you sorry...?"

"Because I'm... I feel like I've been lying to you... about... everything!" Lucas started crying more. Milo shook his head.

"I don't know what you're saying..." Milo looked around and quickly got him some tissues from his nightstand. "Here..." Lucas nodded and grabbed a few.

"I... I'm trans... I'm a trans man..." Lucas mumbled. He looked up at Milo, who was hugging himself. "Do you... do you not like me...?" Milo looked up, then smiled softly.

"Lucas, of course I still like you..." he moved closer and hugged him. "I love you, Lucas." He whispered.

Lucas hugged him back and cried harder into his shoulder. He felt so relieved, he felt whole again. When he realized he loved Milo it wasn't a good feeling, it was a feeling a dread. Now, he could love Milo.

"Lucas, I don't care what your body is. You're such a good person... if I was concerned about your body I would be throwing away such a good friend." Milo wiped some of his tears away.

"But I thought you were gay..." Lucas looked down, "I'm not... I don't have a guys body...."

"I don't care Lucas, I want to be with you. I want to love you.... I want to be intimate with you, because you're a beautiful person. And if you're not comfortable with that then that's okay, we can work it out." Milo smiled. Lucas smiled back.

"I'm not sure... if I'm ready for that yet. But I want to be with you too."

"I'll wait Lucas, I'll wait as long as you need me to." Milo kissed his cheek.