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Jesse gladly let Jane take the lead as they stumbled through the room, giggling against each other’s mouths as they bumped into furniture on their way. Jane knew exactly what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to go for it. It was the hottest thing ever, so Jesse had absolutely no problem with his girlfriend all but jumping onto him and dragging him towards the bedroom.
He went without resistance and with a wide grin as he was pushed down on the bed. Jane climbed on top of him, her red lips pulled into a smirk as she crawled forward, her eyes glinting cheekily. Jesse lifted his hands to put them on her waist, but she grabbed them and shoved them back against the mattress, pinning him down.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jesse breathed out. Jane practically purred as she leaned down and kissed him, no doubt smearing her lipstick all over his chin. Not that Jesse minded: he would pretty much let Jane do anything to him.
They haven’t actually done the do, which was surprising, considering how well the chemistry worked between them. Jesse hasn’t been the patient type either, he preferred to grab what he liked and take it as fast as he could. Jane was different, though. With her, Jesse didn’t mind the waiting, and he also didn’t feel like immediately boning her. There was something deeper building between them. Funny how this love-thing, or whatever the hell it was, worked.
Needless to say, he was plenty excited for where this was all going, of course. He was certain all that buildup would pay off.
Jane slid a hand down his body and squeezed him between the legs. This hazy feeling, almost like a good high, quickly dissipated as he realized he forgot to mention something important to Jane. Before he could explain, Jane blinked up at him with confusion.
“You’re not hard,” was what she said. Jesse rubbed at his face with a sigh. Shit. This wasn’t gonna ruin things, now was it?
“Uhm,” he muttered, “I am? Just not like that. Shit. This is not what I wanted to say.”
Jane arched one perfect eyebrow at him, her lips twitching into an amused smile.
“Tell me all the ways you can be hard without being hard.”
“This is weird.”
“It kinda is,” Jane laughed. She reached forward and cupped Jesse’s face, making him melt.
“You know, we don’t have to do anything. We can watch movies again, I’m good.”
“No, I want to have sex,” Jesse was quick to say. He sat up and wound his arms around Jane’s waist, holding her close. He couldn’t allow her to slip away, not when things were going so well in his goddamn life for once. “It’s just, er, I kinda forgot to tell you something?”
“Tell me now. I’m all ears.”
Huh. It was weird how much of a big deal it suddenly seemed to be. Usually, Jesse didn’t really bring it up. He either let the chicks he has been with figure it out for themselves, or he just simply told them what the deal was, and well, if it made them run away, then it was their loss.
But like so many things, it was different with Jane, and he didn’t feel like playing or hiding. He wanted to be honest with her.
Jane was looking down at him with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, and Jesse found himself speechless. He was so good at uttering out complete nonsense – according to Mr. White, at least – at a gunfire rapid pace, and now putting together one coherent sentence seemed difficult.
“So, uh,” Jesse started, fingers idly rubbing patterns into Jane’s hip, “you remember Kanga-Man?”
“Your self-insert kangaroo? Of course, I do. The one with the pouch and the sidekick.”
“Yeah… yeah, and you said he was a dude, and he probably shouldn’t have a pouch?”
“Yes?”
“I have a pouch. Like Kanga-man.”
The utter confusion Jane stared down at him with slowly dissipated- she blinked a couple of times, before realization has settled into her eyes. Then, she smiled.
“Jesse,” she said to him softly, “you can phrase things really weirdly, but are you telling me you’re trans?”
“I guess,” Jesse replied. To another one of Jane’s eyebrow raises, he added, “yeah. That’s, uh, that’s what I’m telling ya.”
Anxiety settled into the pit of his stomach. If it was just a random girl, he wouldn’t care all that much if she fucked off after an admission like that, but this was Jane. And if Jane went away, it wouldn’t be her loss, but Jesse’s.
His heart fluttered with hope when Jane smiled softly, caressing a finger down his cheek lovingly.
“Makes sense,” she said. To Jesse’s confused glance, she let out a laugh. “Should have known you didn’t just have a shitty sense of fashion and there was actually a reason for wearing the baggiest fucking clothes you could find.”
“Hey!” Jesse poked her in the side, “it’s not shitty! It’s the noise at where I come from!”
“Of course,” Jane grinned. “Guess it’s kinda dumb of me to not realize it sooner. But then again, you didn’t question when I said I needed to take my hormones, either.”
“Why would I question it? You take whatever you wanna take.”
Jane giggled softly. She cupped Jesse’s face between her hands and looked deeply into his eyes.
“Jesse. Do you take hormones?”
“Yeah, shots.”
“And why do you take them?”
“Because they help with growing this sexy stubble.”
“So, you don’t just take them because they ran out of gummy worms.”
“Nah.”
“Then, why do you think I take hormones?”
Jesse blinked up at her. She continued grinning, and… oh.
“You mean…” Jesse started, his eyes widening. “That you…?”
“Takes one to know one, dude,” Jane chuckled, and bopped him on the nose gently. “I’m trans, too.”
“Oh,” Jesse whispered in awe, “oh, cool.”
“This has got to be the cutest reaction to this,” Jane laughed. She kissed Jesse on the lips, carding her fingers through his hair. When she pulled back, her face was bright. She was beautiful, Jesse could always tell, but in that moment, she was even more gorgeous. This must be what goddesses looked like, he thought with a smile.
“So, what are we gonna do with this information?” Jane teased. Jesse grinned, then flipped them over, making Jane squeal with surprise at first, then with laughter.
“Fuck about it?” He asked hopefully, nosing along at Jane’s neck. Jane gave him a fond smile.
“Yeah. Let’s fuck about it.”
Jesse grinned in triumph before he leaned in and kissed her again, her lips tasting like happiness and familiarity.