Nail Polish

“Wh… What?” Dee’s brows furrowed as he scanned the boy over again. No, he was certain this boy didn’t go to his school. 

“I recognize you.” The boy finally let go of him and moved to sit down in front of him, right where Lif was just a few seconds ago.

“How?” Any amount of happiness Dee had felt turned sour in the pit of his stomach and he felt like he would throw up. The boy smirked at him.

“Let me give you a hint.” He lifted up his shirt, revealing a giant bruise that looked particularly nasty. Dee winced in sympathy, but it didn’t ring any bells.

“You might have the wrong person.”

“Do I?” The boy leaned closer, sloping his arm over the side of the couch. “Because if I remember correctly, you were in the car while that beast came and brutalized me and my friends.”

Dee shifted slightly unnerved. “I don’t recall.”

“The rocks. We threw rocks at your car, and I think one of them hit you,” He reached out and traced along his arm, right where the bruise he got from the rocks a few days ago.

“That-”

“Yeah, I remember. You got hit and I guess that woman was your mom, huh? I would’ve apologized, but then it was a bloodbath. All of my friends ended up with something broken or sprained. Fucking sucks for them, huh?”

Dee swallowed and nodded, slowly shifting himself way from the boy.

“Fucking yeah, it sucks. None of my friends are here and it’s kind of your fault.”

“No, it’s not!”

“Yeah, it is,” the boy barked out laughing. “I saw you in the car, hunched over crying. I’m not stupid. Clearly what your mom was doing bothered you, didn’t it?”

Dee didn’t answer. What in the world could he say to that?

“If it bothered you that much, then why didn’t you get your god damn mom to stop huh? You got hit with a rock, big deal, all my friends are fucking broken!” His voice raised and Dee flinched back. When Dee was positive the boy was going to get worse, he cleared his throat and resumed his normal tone.

“Let me share a secret with you. I don’t like hurting girls, especially not pretty ones like you,” he paused and put a finger under Dee’s chin, pushing him to face him. Dee tried ti ignore the tingling that swelled in his chest from being called a pretty girl. “I swear, I would’ve apologized. I’m a good guy; my friends are too.”

The boy’s thumb moved up on Dee’s face, and he swiped away the frosting on the side of his lip. He drew his hand back and licked it clean. Dee didn’t like how his crotch tingled watching that. He darted his eyes away, not needing anything more confusing questionings.

“But I can’t exactly not get some justice for my poor, poor friends. Don’t flinch like that, I’m not gonna hurt you. Just listen. I’m Diana’s older brother- I assume you know her since, well, you’re here.”

“Yeah… I know her.”

“Cool, cool. Do you know what that means?”

Dee shook his head.

“That means she can’t supply this party with alcohol. I can kick you and your friend out of this party if I wanted.” He leaned forward again, this time making sure to have their faces closer. “Now, that’s fucking tame to what I should do to you. But, like I said, you’re a pretty girl.”

He reached out, twirling his fingers around one of the golden locks that fell just on the side of his face. Dee breathed in, his stomach feeling like it was spiking up. He supposed getting kicked from a party was… Better than what would have happened if this guy didn’t think he was pretty. Or a girl.

But what about Lif?

The boy continued.

“Now, I know you and your friend are having fun. So, I’ll give you an alternative,” Diana’s older brother moved his hand away and Dee breathed out quietly in relief. “All you have to do is give me a kiss.”

Dee sucked a breath back in and felt anxiety bubble back in. “A what?”

“A kiss. Come on, just one kiss and you and your friend can stay at this party.”

When Dee didn’t respond, the boy moved closer, moving a hand on Dee’s thigh. His senses kicked up and he twitched. He almost moved his thigh away, but the boy held him down.

“You’re just so pretty, you can’t blame me for wanting a kiss, can you?” The hand on his thigh squeezed harder and Dee felt himself get dragged closer to the boy. “Some come on, beautiful. Give me a kiss, or you and your friend are gone.”

Where the hell was Lif? Surely pouring a drink couldn’t have taken this long right? He turned his head towards where Lif had left, but there was no sign of her yet.

“For fucks sake-” He wasn’t given any more time to think when he was picked up and placed in his lap. Dee’s hands instinctively went onto his shoulders to steady himself. His cupcake was left on his seat. Dear god no.

He looked down at the boy, wishing he knew his name so he could stop referring to him as ‘The Boy’. His chest felt spiked, filled with burning coals. The hands on his thighs stayed put, yet they squeezed vigorously at fat Dee didn’t even know he had.

The worst part wasn’t even the immense pressure. It was the fact Dee wanted this to continue. A small part hoped Lif wouldn’t come back so he could continue to tip-toe on this line of being pressured to giving a kiss because… Well, he was just a pretty girl.

His gaze lowered, his eyes fixating on the boy in front of him. 

“Just one kiss?” Dee asked in his softest voice.

“Just one kiss,” He confirmed. “Then I’ll forget about everything.”

He nodded, quietly signing his agreement to these terms. His eyes closed slowly as he leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss against the corner of the boy’s mouth. Short- Some would call him a prude. But when Dee moved away, his lips felt numb. So numb that he had to put his fingers to his lips to make sure they were still there.

Where he felt overwhelmed, his counter was under. So much so that after making a clear look of dissatisfaction, Dee felt a hand grab roughly at his curls and push him forwards. His lips connected back to where he just was, only now, the boy had full control and dominance over the situation.

Dee wondered briefly if this was how he was expected to act rather than his shy chaste kiss. A hand left his thigh, trailing up to rest on his lower back and his own hands clumsily tries to find ways to push him off.

He opened his mouth to try and speak- Just maybe he could tell him to get off. Instead, Dee found his mouth fill with a second tongue. An embarrassing lewd noise escaped him as the tongue swirled around his own, lapping at his mouth. Dee could barely focus anymore. He didn’t know where his own hands were, if they were pushing or pulling. His body felt covered in hot coals and butterflies, and it felt as if he would faint.

Every move sent warm lava down his body, and he found the experience to be very… Wet. He wondered if he felt good because of how inexperienced he was with this stuff or because he was further pushed into the girlish box he wanted.

Dee was unsure how long he was forcefully occupied to this guy’s mouth, but finally he pulled away, giving him the opportunity to wipe his mouth on his sleeves. When Dee opened his eyes to ask if that was enough, he was surprised to instead see Lif standing over his perpetrator with a dripping solo cup. 

And the boy? Dripping with whatever cocktail Lif had made for herself. He sat there, wiping away the waterfall and Dee quickly noticed that his skirt had gotten wet too.

“Oh, you fucking bitch!” The boy growled as he wiped his eyes.

What was that thing his mom said to do when people called you a bitch? He darted to the side, picking up his half-eaten cupcake and smashed it into his face, scampering back so to escape his lap. His action was immediately approved by Lif, who laughed loudly before inhaling a breath and screaming.

“Food Fight!”

The immediate tone changes of the party happened all too quickly for Dee to fully register. What was once a party that was slowly toning down suddenly turned into a loud fest of drunk and high teens running around and throwing scraps of food around. The poor boy ended up getting covered in much more than soda and cupcakes.

Lif and Dee however, as soon as Dee managed to back away, Lif grabbed his hand and they ran as fast as they could out of the fight, giggling the entire way. When they made it outside, they curled around to the side of the house, relying on the darkness of the night to keep them hidden enough if they were followed.

Dee hunched over; his hands clasped on his knees as he panted out laughing. Lif, meanwhile, struggled to stay upright on the wall, her own giggles joining his. After minutes, Lif finally calmed down enough to speak.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. When I saw that guy harassing you, I tried to get a different drink I could pour on him that wouldn’t blind him.”

Somehow, this made Dee crack out laughing even harder. He doubled over, having to squat to not fall over, Lif promptly joining him on the ground after swaying off the wall and falling over on Dee.

They proceeded to laugh for the next hour.

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When the two of them finally did calm down, properly, they stayed slumped together on the side of the house. Lif laid her head on Dee’s shoulder, drinking a can of beer she had stolen on her way out. She even convinced him to try a sip- To which Dee grimaced swallowing down.

Together, they watched the stars, with Dee keeping his eyes fixated on her. She didn’t seem too drunk, but she slowly seemed to get drowsy and when she leaned her head back to finish her can, she tossed it to the side and began speaking.

“You know, I would’ve invited Heavy, but I really just wanted to come with you, Dee.” She lifted her head up from his shoulder, instead scooting herself closer and clinging to his arm.

“Heavy would’ve thrown up from drinking,” Dee mentions quietly before thinking.

Lif hums in response, cuddling closer to Dee, her warm breath nice against his cold cheek. One of her hands reached out, and Dee felt the wool of her sweater first before her fingers touched the flesh of his thigh. Or at least, his flesh through his stockings.

“I’m sorry you had to come in a skirt, I really didn’t mean for you to.” Her thumb rubbed against his skin, and he tried to ignore the gentle butterflies ticking his insides and how warm she felt to the cold night.

“It’s fine. Everyone was too drunk to question anything about me-” He paused, sucking in a breath as Lif gave his leg a gentle squeeze. “-I saw a few people from my school and they didn’t even question if I looked familiar.”

“That’s good, I just… I feel so bad Dee,” She sighed, goosebumps trailing down his neck from it. “Can… Can I be honest, Dee?”

Afraid to speak due to the inevitability of embarrassing himself, he nodded.

“I wanted to see you in a skirt ever since we first met in person. You just- You look like you would look good in one. I was trying to get the courage to ask you to wear one, but that’s just so fucking awkward, isn’t it?” Lif laughed at herself, closing her eyes as she slumped her weight onto him.

“But I just knew you’d look good in one- And you fucking did. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, tonight. You’re just- Ugh!” She retracted and suddenly stood up, covering her face with her hands. Quickly, Dee stood up with her.

“Lif? What’s wrong?”

“I want to tell you something, but it’s just so embarrassing,” Lif scratched at her scalp, as if that would make her brain work better. “You look good all the time, Dee.” She suddenly blurted out.

“I-” Dee swallowed, his cheeks heating up. Warm sunshine. “I- Thanks. I think you look pretty- Or good. I think you look good all the time…” The more he spoke, the more insecure he seemed to get with what he wa saying, shrinking back ever so slightly.

“Do you think so? I think you’re pretty, Dee.” Lif walked toward him, looking him in the eye.

Again, Dee felt sunshine in his body and his face was overly warm. “I-... I think you look pretty-”

Whatever embarrassing things that would have followed after that were cut off when Lif suddenly stepped forward, pressing her lips against Dee’s.

His eyes widened- More shocked than when someone forced their tongue in his mouth earlier. But where that seemed more of an uncomfortable (if not guilty pleasure) shock, this was nothing more than pure bliss.

He stayed frozen for a few moments, his eyes wide and his hands frozen awkwardly out to the sides before he finally figured out what to do. Gathering his nerves, he closed his eyes, tilting his head to the opposite side to press into the kiss.

The difference in his body was night and day between the two kisses. Where Dee would describe the feelings from the first one as ‘sharp’ and ‘hot’, maybe even ‘dangerous’, the kiss with Lif felt ‘warm’ and ‘soft’.

His hands came in at her waist, before she promptly moved his hands to hug around her neck. Yeah, he could do that. And he did, hugging gently around her neck as her hands trailed down his back, gently scratching down like claws. He sighed, relaxed by the feeling.

Her hands dipped lower and lower, circling around his back before they ghosted down his hips. Down, down, until they reached the backs of his legs and by now, every hair on his body was standing up. He wasn’t even too focused on the kissing anymore, his body and mind focused on what Lif was doing with her hands.

Suddenly, they had dived under his skirt, resting gently on his ass. He made a small, embarrassed hum as his heart went crazy in his chest. He tried to think, but all his mind was drawn to be that Lif was kissing him and somehow that wasn’t the thing he could focus on.

Her hands stayed rested on his behind for a small portion, before they gently rubbed up and down against the short's underneath. Dee pulled back from the kiss, panting slightly from how fast his heart went. Lif looked up at him, smiling. That was enough for him to dive back into the kiss, trusting her completely.

Then she squeezed. Gentle at first, but it was still more than he was used to. He inhaled sharply through his nose as his back arched ever so slightly and he could just feel the smile on Lif’s lips. She squeezed gently again, and Dee could feel his face heating up.

Didn’t Lif say she did this?

It didn’t matter to him at this point as soon her gentle squeezes turned rougher. Suddenly, one of her hands grasped his cheek as hard as it felt like she could go. His reaction was as strong as her grip. His fingers dug into her back, hugging her tighter, and his back arched with the contact. More noticeably, was the horribly shameful moan that escaped Dee. Shameful and loud, so loud that he had to pull away from the kiss again. Lif didn’t allow that to happen for long and took his open mouth as an opportunity to sneak her tongue in. 

Second time tonight.

Not that Dee minded at all. She could do anything to him, and he wouldn’t mind.

Lif’s tongue was much different than the boy from earlier, her’s much gentler and less filling. She licked around at his bottom lip, teeth, tongue- It felt like she was moving her tongue wherever she could reach. It partly made Dee self-continuous, but it was also incredibly arousing. He’d be shameful to admit he never stop making noises, whether quiet huffs, or moans muffled to hums.

Her exploring soon subsided, and Dee attempted to impress her with swirling his tongue around hers. He felt proud hearing the quiet noise that came from Lif as he moved his tongue around hers. Her grip softened, returning back to a gentle rub. He sighed softly, relaxing his body again. Before she used her other hand to smack his butt.

He pulled back for the third time, this time to gasp out. It didn’t hurt, but it certainly sent a shock in his body. Lif giggled, pressing a few kisses on his neck and cheek. She pressed a soft one on his ear.

“Good boy,” She whispered quietly, only loud enough for him to hear. Dee should’ve felt even better from that. 

But he didn’t.

No, now suddenly he felt dirty. He felt wrong.

Lif didn’t noticed, pressing her lips to the crook of his neck, biting down gently. He hissed- It felt good. But it felt spikey.

Hot.

Dangerous.

What happened? 

What the hell happened?

His back arched as she squeezed his ass again, gentler and kneading it in her hands. But with the waves of arousal emerging came the underlying coldness of anxiety. Why?

I’m not a boy.

He squeezed his eyes, the nagging voice in his ears finally telling him what was wrong. Not now. God, please, not now. He was a boy. He could be a boy.

I’m not a boy.

Not right now, no. Dee tried to reason with himself as he was pushed against the wall, Lif resuming kissing him. 

Couldn’t he just be a boy now? He was a boy yesterday just fine. He could be a boy in a skirt now, later he could be a girl. He didn’t have to be a girl now.

Liar, liar, liar.

The longer he tried to cling onto Lif, return the effort, the stronger anxiety grew in his chest. Reasoning wasn’t going to work; he had to ignore it. But it was hard to ignore something that grew stronger every time you tried to focus off it.

He tried to deny it, finally trying to snuff out any idea that he was a girl. Easy it was to think that he was just confused but completely wrong about everything to this point- And all it did was make him feel worse. His hands trembled as he grabbed at Lif’s sweater, bundles of burgundy clenching in his fists. What was Lif doing? He could barely feel her through his nerves.

He couldn’t feel her, he could barely breath. Every lung full felt heavy like cement in his chest and it left him all too quickly. He tried holding his breath, but it just felt too heavy. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to stop it. He had…

He had to tell her.

His hands searched around the body he hoped was still present. Finally, his hands managed to grip on what he hoped were Lif’s shoulders and with all his strength, he pushed off.

Lif fell back, retracting all touch she had on Dee. She held herself back, as far as Dee’s arms had her out. Dee could imagine he didn’t look good, not at all. He was hunched over, taking in air and calming himself down. He couldn’t even look at lif as he kept his gaze to the ground. Every breath felt lighter until Dee was just panting and no longer struggling for breath.

“Dee? What’s the matter? What did I do wrong?” Lif deserved the truth. She deserved the truth, and Dee was just a dirty, dirty liar for keeping this from her.

He never expected to kiss her. He never thought he would! No, he never thought he would while he was in this… This phase. This mistake. God, what was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he be like he was before? Why did he have to find out? Why did he have to be a liar?

A choked breath, and Dee hadn’t even realized that a single tear had dripped from his eyes and fell down to the ground until he blinked and watched it fall.

“I’m not a boy, Lif.”