Funny How Love Is (Maylor AU)

Chapter 59

Within minutes, the two boys found themselves back in Tim's bed, a thin, pungent haze suspended in the air as they passed the special cigarette between the two of them. Roger took a long drag and exhaled the smoke out to the side, sinking into the mattress and holding out the inch-long stick to the brunette whose deadened eyes were locked on the blonde in deep thought.

"You wanted to try on that jacket, didn't you?" he questioned, slowly attracting Roger's bloodshot gaze.

"So, what if I did?" the blonde responded, the drunken high and crooked smile crawling onto his face preventing him from convincing his boyfriend that he hadn't. "I know I would've looked great in it," he boldly declared, bringing the blunt back to his lips and inhaling deeply, a heavy silence falling over the pair.

"Well, show me then," Tim demanded, taking the special cigarette from his boyfriend and smashing the burning end right onto his nightstand, keeping his back to Roger the whole time.

"You're joking," he giggled, the seriousness of the brunette's suggestion going undetected by the blonde who was too blitzed out to realize that he actually meant what he said.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" the older of the two replied, sitting up and turning to face him. He cupped Roger's face in his hand and dragged his thumb across the smooth skin. "But what I'd like is to see you dressed as a girl. So, get to it." He smacked his cheek lightly, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Perv," Roger muttered before acquiescing to his boyfriend's desire with a quick kiss on the lips. The booze and drugs pulled him off the bed and into Tim's dad's room where the jacket still lay on the floor, apart from the rest of the mess his boyfriend had to take care of before his father came home. It was one thing for the two to be hanging out together, alone, but infiltrating his dad's bedroom was an entirely different story. He might kill them, for all they knew.

"What are you waiting for, loser?" a voice sounded from behind the blonde, startling him just like it had before. He looked back to see Tim in the place he had been in moments ago, adopting the same posture as him too. "They're not going to get on you themselves," he urged, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

Roger stuck his tongue out at the brunette before shoving his arm through one of the jacket's sleeves, his blue eyes locking on the matching, shiny purple skirt that was buried beneath the pile that sat by his feet. He gasped and bent down, yanking the garment out from the mound of clothes and pivoting his torso towards Tim. "It's perfect!" he cried, emphasizing the first syllable of the last word.

"I know it is," the brunette laughed, "Now put it on!"

With a little help from his boyfriend, Roger adorned himself with the two-piece outfit, but not before combining it with a messy, dirty blonde wig that had been shoved deep inside the box, a bra they stuffed with a couple of Tim's socks, a white, mock turtleneck Tim pulled from his dresser, and a pair of silver stockings the two struggled to get over Roger's thighs. After finally succeeding in their inebriated, boredom-driven makeover, the couple situated themselves in front of the full-length mirror.

"My god, Roger," Tim murmured, standing behind the blonde and staring at his boyfriend's reflection as he adjusted the uncomfortable bra, "How beautiful you are."

"Yeah, my mum always told me I had a girlish figure," he responded distractedly, shifting his attention from his top to his bottom and tugging at the skirt had ridden up. "I used to get really mad at her for it, but now I can't—"

"Wait, I've got an idea," the brunette blurted out, detaching himself from Roger's backside and diving back into the cardboard box that was still open. From the mirror, the blonde watched Tim extract a cosmetics bag, yanking at the zipper and pulling out a few tubes of lipstick and mascara, a few brushes, and an eyeshadow palette.

Roger laughed. "Do you even know how to use those?"

"No, but it can't be that hard. I mean, all the girls at school do it, and most of them can't even tell their lefts from their rights," he mumbled, motioning for his boyfriend to sit down on the bed without even meeting his gaze, too entranced by all the makeup he at his disposal thanks to his mother. She probably didn't expect her son would ever think about using them, but there he was, eager to transform his boyfriend into a girl.

The blonde heaved an exasperated sigh, unable to break away from the mirror as he turned side to side, mesmerized by the view of himself from different angles, especially from the back. He almost didn't recognize himself.

"Roger!" Tim snapped, causing him to jump and mutter an insincere apology before trudging over to the mattress and perching himself on the edge. The brunette plopped down beside him, grabbing the blonde's face and jerking it towards him. He stared at him like an artist conceptualizing a blank canvas, the corner of his lip twitching upward in love with what he saw.

"What are you waiting for?" the blonde whispered, a smile restrained by Tim's hand stretching across his face. "Afraid you'll make me prettier than you?"

He chuckled. "You already are prettier than me, Roger." The blonde's grin grew. "Hell, you could probably pass yourself off as a girl if you wanted to."

Roger giggled, asking innocently, "You really think so?"

Tim hummed and nodded his head, uncapping the dark red lipstick and, with an intoxicated precision, dragging it across his boyfriend's intuitively parted lips. His eyes followed the crimson pigment all the way to the corner of his lips. He slowly drew back the lipstick, a moment of tension surfacing between the pair who stared into each other's eyes, before Tim suddenly replaced the stain with his own lips, guiding two of them back on the bed together with Tim's hand running down the blonde's elevated chest and under the skirt that gave little way to the added and growing extremities.

"Babe, wait," Roger murmured, shoving Tim away from him just ever so slightly to see the smear of lipstick across his boyfriend's lips and the intensified emotion in his brown, lustful eyes, "This feels weird."

"Just go along with it," the brunette insisted, his response driven by the attraction he felt towards the blonde and his new appearance. Before Roger could speak up, Tim leaned back in and silenced all the blonde's concerns by crawling on top of him and capturing him in another passionate kiss.