#slushfund

It’s a cool night. So they walk back to Warren’s apartment where Bobby orders Chinese take out from the restaurant down the street. Bean curd for Warren, and broccoli and beef for Bobby. Usually they’d also order spring rolls, but it was too late at night for Warren’s stomach to handle anything fried. 

Bobby puts the phone down and walks into the bedroom where Warren’s sitting at the boudoir wiping off the mascara and concealer he was wearing. Warren says it’s the only for parties, the make up he wears, but there were occasions where he wore it to class or even to go grocery shopping with Jean and Hank. Despite the cockiness, Bobby knows there’s a little bit of insecurity behind Warren’s mask. 

“I dunno why you always wear this stuff.” Bobby says, picking up a tube of lipstick, “Seems exhausting.” 

He uncaps the golden lipstick tube. It’s a warm red color, somewhat muted. He’s seen Warren wear it before. 

“It’s fun. I like it.” Warren states, before grabbing another cotton ball and wiping his eyes. “You should try it sometime.” 

Bobby eyes the lipstick in his hand. “Don’t think I could pull it off. Plus it’s kind of weird when men wear makeup.” 

It’s half insecurity and half jealousy. 

“Do it. I dare you.” Warren leans onto the wood of the boudoir. “It’s cowardly when someone refuses a dare.” 

Bobby’s still seventeen years old underneath all the muscle and training. He isn’t going to let Warren win this, as silly as it may seem to everyone else. Bobby screws the bottom of the tube and then gives himself a hard look in the mirror. He was going to do this. 

His lips are much thinner than Warren’s. Warren was born with nice full lips, and Bobby took a lot after his father for most of his facial features. He carefully applies lipstick trying his best to stay within the lines with his shaky hands. He doesn’t quite like how it looked at him when he’s done. It looks awkward, like it’s not supposed to be there. 

“I don’t feel any fun.” Bobby says to Warren, returning the lipstick to him. “I feel a lot more ugly though.” 

“The fun part isn’t the lipstick itself, Bob.” Warren caps it, and then places it back into the drawer. “It’s when you kiss someone with it.” 

“Really?” Bobby asks, turning towards Warren. “Wanna prove it?” 

Warren smiles, and nods. They’re friends, and what’s a kiss between two friends?

“Yeah, come here.” He pulls Bobby down by wrapping his arms around his shoulders and gives him a kiss on the lips. Bobby obliges, and returns the kiss. The lipstick is messy and sticky, but Warren’s right, a kiss like that is a lot more enjoyable. Bobby doesn’t know why he likes kissing Warren so much, but he writes it off as the lipstick.