It's been way too long here anyways
Requested by Pandaroo1, and inspired by headshrooms- 's lovely art that I unfortunately can't put in here BUT I will put a link to it in the comment on this line :)
Frank wasn't sure who he was.
He didn't have a strong concept of identity- he knew his name and his interests, and that's about it. He wasn't even sure whether he liked girls or boys. When his friends were all talking about crushes, he just sat back, confused.
Probably his best friend was a cute femboy named Gerard. He was confident in his sexuality, and he complained about crushes on boys all the time.
Frank really liked watching him do makeup. He wasn't sure why, but something about the way Gerard made sure everything was absolutely perfect and got so upset over minuscule flaws drew him in.
"Hey Gee?" he asked one day. He was sitting on the edge of Gerard's bathtub and watching him fuss over his eyeliner.
"Hm?" Gerard frowned and leaned closer to the mirror.
"Do you think you could maybe do my makeup?"
Gerard looked over. He smiled. "Of course! Come here."
Frank sat on the stool next to Gerard, which was holding all his makeup products at the moment. He brushed them off and put them back into his makeup bag, which was balancing on the edge of the sink.
"What do you want? Just basic eyeliner? Or..."
"The...the whole thing," Frank said.
"Yeah?" Gerard pulled out his eyeshadow palette, which was adorned with worn down pigments of dark greys and reds. He rubbed his brush against a purple color in the corner, then tilted Frank's chin up. "Eyes closed."
Frank tried not to flinch as he felt Gerard's brush stroking over his eyelid. He only went partway, then smudged it a bit and did the other side. Frank opened his eyes while Gerard tapped his brush on the side of the sink to get the extra eyeshadow off and brushed it against a maroon color, this time. It wasn't exactly maroon, but it wasn't the same as the bright red in the center top row.
Frank closed his eyes again, and Gerard brushed the eyeshadow on. He made a happy noise. "You look so good! Keep your eyes closed, I've gotta do eyeliner and mascara. You wouldn't be interested in lipsticks, would you? I've got a whole bunch of ideas I wanna try but I'll mess it up on myself."
"You can do whatever you want," Frank said. He heard Gerard sigh softly- a happy sigh- and then felt something cold and wet against his eyelid.
"Don't get tweaky," Gerard murmured.
Frank twitched. "I can't help it."
Gerard held his head still and brushed the cold thing against his eyelid. He jerked back. "Stop moving!"
"I can't! Just deal with it."
Gerard smacked the top of his head and put his hand on Frank's shoulder. He managed to get the rest of the eyeliner on, then stepped back to deliberate. "You look okay like this. Your eyelashes are already pretty long, and I think mascara would be good, but you can't even sit still for eyeliner on your top lid, so that's gonna be a no for right now."
Frank opened his eyes. "Can I look?"
"Mhm!" Gerard stepped away.
Frank looked in the mirror. "Wow."
He looked so pretty. He didn't look like himself. But he knew it was him.
He looked so pretty.
"You like it?" Gerard asked.
"Fuck, I love it."
Gerard beamed.
xXx
This became a routine.
Once Gerard got comfortable applying makeup to Frank's face, he didn't have to do it in the bathroom. He could do it anywhere he had light.
They were having a sleepover that day, just the two of them. They had been playing video games, but Gerard quickly grew bored of them and decided to do Frank's makeup again.
Frank just laid there and let him.
Gerard put the makeup bag next to Frank and straddled him. "Okay, I'm gonna hope my shadow doesn't throw everything off. You're gonna look so cute, Frank."
Frank blushed a little at the compliment.
Gerard opted for the bright red eyeshadow this time. He brushed it over Frank's eyelids, brow furrowed in concentration.
Frank sighed. He slid his hand up Gerard's thigh, purely a feeling of comfort.
"Frank?" Gerard's voice broke through the silence.
"Mhm?"
"You have your hand on my thigh."
"I know." Frank squeezed a little, and Gerard giggled as he put down his eyeshadow.
He picked up Frank's least favorite item, the liquid eyeliner. "It's just...I might have a little bit of a crush on you. And, um, your thigh, I mean, your hand- it's..."
"Turning you on?"
"No!" Gerard's cheeks were red when Frank opened his eyes. "It's making me wanna kiss you."
"Then do it."
So Gerard did. He leaned down and captured Frank's lips with his own, very glad that he hadn't put lipstick on him yet.
After all that time, Frank finally figured out who he was.
