"Lipstick" - A Short Dialogue (Patreon)

Based on the commission, "Davy x MC (he/they). MC nervously asks Davy to teach him how to do makeup."

MC and Davy are on Davy's couch - MC with their head on Davy's lap. The movie credits are playing in the background, a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. MC tilts their head up, their gaze tracing Davy's face. Immaculate eyebrows, full lips, the slight glimmer of eyeshadow. 

MC: How do you do that?

Davy: Hmm?

MC traces a finger across the angle of Davy's jaw. 

MC: You're so beautiful. 

Davy: Oh?

MC: Your make-up. It's always perfect. 

Davy (teasing): I'm not immune to flattery, you know. 

MC: I'm not just saying it to say it. I'm serious. How'd you get so good at it?

Davy: A friendly cousin. And lots of practice. 

MC: You have to practice at things?

Davy rolls their eyes. 

MC: Can you teach me?

Davy: Of course. 

MC: Just the basics. I don't want to...I don't know. Take up too much of your time. 

Davy: We're dating. You're welcome to take up as much time as you want. 

MC: Is that what we're doing? 

Davy: Hah. 

MC: You know...I don't think you've ever mentioned your cousin before. 

Davy (wry smile): In case you haven't noticed, I don't really talk about my family. 

MC: I noticed. 

A pause.

MC: This is probably invasive. Well, I know it's invasive. But - 

Davy: Don't get shy on me now. 

MC flicks Davy lightly on the cheek. 

Davy: Hey - that's my moneymaker, you know. 

MC: Anyone ever tell you you're arrogant?

Davy: It's not arrogant if it's true. 

MC: Bastard. 

MC: Anyway. Your - mom. She never...I don't know. Helped you? With your make-up?

Davy: Not really. It took her a while to...come around to things. You know, in that East Coast liberal but old money conservative kind of way. 

MC: Oh. I'm sorry I asked -

Davy: Don't be. We're fine now. She even donates.

MC: Ah. 

Davy: But, I guess she did help. Once. Prom night. Maybe she was feeling sentimental, since I was leaving for college. But, she put on my lipstick for me. 

MC: Huh. 

Davy: Then she told me not to get caught in the bushes somewhere. 

MC: And did you?

Davy (smiling): I might've had some fun at the country club. But, I didn't get caught. 

MC: Thank you. For telling me all this. 

Davy rubs their thumb over the MC's cheek. The MC leans into their touch. 

Davy (softly): Thanks for listening.