Crossdressing EdJon Fic

Yep.

THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH MY OTHER STORY. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT JON BEING CUTE AND THIS HAPPENED.
IT'S  JUST AN IDEA, BUT IF YOU LIKE, I WILL CONTINUE. :)

Eduardo sat on the couch and watched television with Mark who sat on the brown recliner adjacent to the sofa.
They were watching an alien knock off  of The Children though neither were actually paying any attention to the show.
The day had been silent, which would've been a great day for Eduardo save for the fact that he hadn't seen Jon the whole morning and afternoon.
Not that he cared, mind you, he was just a bit curious.
Jon was almost always around. Literally, he worked from home, even though that occupation was pretty much unknown to Mark and himself.

"Ey Mark?" Eduardo grunted out, propping his feet up on the table and staring intently at the tv in order to look disinterested in his actual question.
"Hm?" Mark hummed, not even glancing up from his book.

"Where the hell is Jon?"

Mark took a moment to reply, most likely thinking over the day in order to correctly answer the question.
"He didn't come down for breakfast this morning and I don't believe I've seen him since last night." The blonde finally responded.

"Was he not in his room?"

Mark rolled his eyes, "Eduardo if you're worried, go check for yourself."

This made the American flustered and immediately turn hostile, "the hell would I be worried about him?"

Mark smirked down at his book, "why did you ask where he was in the first place?"

"....shutup."

Eduardo left the living room then in huff, "I'm going to my room."

Mark replied with a hum of confirmation. He knew the man wasn't actually going to his room, but he'd let Eduardo pretend.

Upstairs Eduardo knocked on Jon's door, "ey, eggs for brains, get out here."

On the other side their was a frantic, "one minute!"

To which Eduardo growled. He didn't like being told to wait.
"Get the hell out here," he spoke irritatedly.

"Just give me one minute, ple-"

Eduardo was already shoving the door open.
What he saw had him standing wide eyed and mouth agape.

"....the fuck?"

Jon's face was white as a ghost.
He crossed his arms over his blue sweater and stepped back a few paces.
"....I...I can explain..." he tried to say, moving his hands nervously down to the sides of the pleated black skirt he wore, under it were light blues leggings.
But what was the most eye grabbing was the makeup.

"Eduardo-"

Eduardo immediately shut the door and made a bee line for his room.
___________________________________

Jon was horrified. Immediately after Eduardo ran out he quickly shut his door and locked it. He then tore off the clothes violently and threw them at the wall.
"Shit shit shit!" He mumbled frantically to himself.
Why hadn't he locked the door in the first place?

He threw on his usual gray jeans and blue button up before heading to his bathroom to wash off the makeup.

"It never hapened....it never happened!" He told himself in a panic over and over as he tried to wipe off his once perfectly winged eyeliner.

He'd srubbed the skin around his eyes raw trying to get it off completely.
When he couldn't he threw the rag he had into the sink and fell to the floor.
He was done for. Now that Eduardo knew,everyone would know and Jon had tried so hard to keep it secret.