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Jett had been trans for as long as he had remembered, whenever he saw those drag racers on magazines, he wished to grow up and become one of them. His depression had just gotten worse with the feeling of not belonging to his body, although with medical assistance, he transitioned and has been taking testosterone for a couple years, now clearly lighter and happy.
Mark and Jett both met when Jett was still in a "tomboy" phase of his life, exploring his identity, yet regarding himself as a girl. Mark had it coming when Jett came out to him during their first months of relationship, luckily nothing had changed between them, and Mark just fell harder for his partner.
Mark was sure he was gay before he saw Jett, while he was aware that his partner had a secret, suddenly everything felt clearer when he told him the truth. He never took it as a lie, but rather that Jett wanted to feel safe first before confiding something so intimate and new to Mark. Finds out he wasn't bi or anything. Because his boyfriend had just come out as male.
Thanks to Jett's early transition, he was able to get into drag racing and become a professional racer, his parents were very happy for him and supported their child's dream. Mark saw Jett's family and wished things could have been easier for him too. It wasn't really easy when he only had a mom at home, even though his mom was the best mom he could ever think of.
They had managed to get an apartment to live in together. It had been a challenge to adapt but not impossible. With both Mark's and Jett's messy lifestyles, a lot of things could go wrong. But they did an effort to improve.
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Mark had the habit to pick up his boyfriend after practices, take him to eat somewhere and then go home for cuddles. He was currently parked outside of Jett's racing club, waiting in the car while scrolling through random apps... Checking the weather... Thinking way too much about things...
"Baby!" Jett's voice was as clear as day once he approached Mark's side of the car, peeking inside through the window, bouncing on his heels like a playful puppy.
"Took you a while." He grumbled with affection, waiting for him to get on the passenger seat.
Jett quickly took the cue and entered the car, before he buckled up his belt, he leaned closer to Mark so he could steal a kiss from him. It was mutual, since Mark also wanted to kiss his boyfriend.
"I stink so bad right now, I didn't shower," he said after giving Mark a short-lived kiss. "Y'know..."
Mark knew why, he was well aware that Jett had some issues with his naked body, especially around strangers. It's not like he could be showering next to other guys. Jett already had top surgery done, and he paid for it once he won his first drag racing trophy plus some cash. It had been quite a costy one, so he was really proud of his accomplishment, but still, he wasn't feeling one hundred percent yet.
"Does it look like I care?" Mark gave him a wry smirk, running his hand over Jett's shoulder blade.
"Mm... I know you don't." He leaned in for another kiss.
They both sit back and enjoy the ride to one of Jett's favorite places, it was a restaurant that served homemade pizza. That being one of his favorite foods.
Mark usually took him there or ordered takeout once they had some special occasion. This time, he wanted to treat his partner for no reason at all.
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It was a short trip before they got home, Jett was exhausted from a long day of work, he desired for a warm shower and then his bed. Though he craved his bed more than the shower. Getting in the shower was always the hardest part for him, then he relaxed and didn't want to leave for the most part. It was a so-called Jett cycle. After the shower, he got in bed and hugged his boyfriend close, Jett’s fingers began to run through Mark's dark hair, admiring the sight of him cuddled against his chest.
Mark looked up at him, seeing his eyelids slowly falling shut while he was scratching Mark's scalp, a cute habit of his. Jett was trying to hold them open for a bit longer and his boyfriend found it so cute he couldn't help but grin.
His boyfriend was immensely gorgeous. Not a single sight of his old self when testosterone had done wonders on him. Jett's round face adorned with stray facial hair on his chin and jawline areas, it looked messy, having Mark often helping him shave his stubble. When it came to his body, he seemed to have adapted well too, he appeared big and bulky with a cute belly as a side, his genetics were a great help too. Mark didn't mind one bit; he liked his man the way he is.
Mark couldn't say the same about his side of the family, they were all skinny and extremely light-skinned. He had grown up being bullied for looking like a ghost, as well as being made fun of because of his eastern European roots. Calling him a bunch of names based on stereotypes.
Mark ran his fingers across Jett's neck and chin, feeling the bristly feeling of his stubble. It always tickled him when they kissed, yet Mark also had his own tiny stache, something he didn't really think about, but kept it anyways. Jett's eyes slowly blinked shut, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
He had known how hard Jett's childhood had been, not conforming with his assigned gender at birth and being a black American kid.
Sometimes Mark felt non-conforming too.
He had this idea deep down that he felt dysphoric about himself, he looked at the mirror and saw a plain guy named Mark. He didn't want to blame his parents for giving him such a name, yet he felt like it didn't belong to him. Conforming into society was hard work and he was honestly tired of it. He couldn't exactly define what he felt, but he knew that if he opened up to Jett, he wouldn't dare to judge him.
Jett being a transman himself, was able to read a couple of insecurities in Mark, not just being insecure and anxious in general, but feeling gender dysphoria. Like he's tired of being a man. Jett never mentioned it to him, but he had a tiny clue about it when he just wanted to help.
Being aware of Mark's struggles was like he could relate to him more, since he was assigned female at birth, he was scared that he would be seen differently, but he just had a gut feeling that he might be around another person under the trans umbrella. That being his partner.
"Jett," Mark started, taking a heavy breath before eventually straightening his posture so he could speak properly. "I don't feel male. Or... anything."
"Oh!" Jett paused, processing his partner's words. "Are you hinting the possibility that you are my girlfriend?" He asked, unusually careful with his words.
"I mean, that too. I just feel weird. I don't really want to exist. Why can't I just be yours?"
Mark clearly meant it in a way that his appearance didn't matter for what he felt on the inside. The more he opened up, the more he wanted to tell him everything he felt. He felt Jett's careful eyes on him and his heart started picking up the pace.
"Hm... Do you feel like you are a girl, Berskii?" Jett suggested, as if reassuring them that it would be okay and that he just wanted to help them feel at home.
"I mean... If anything— I don't mind." Mark said, oddly comforted with their boyfriend's words. "I can be anything you want me to be."
Jett looked down at them, curiously. Still running his fingers through their hair, his smile widened and he let out a small sigh. "You can be my girlfriend, my boyfriend and my partner, that's fire actually."
Mark grinned, feeling more relaxed when Jett referred to them with warm intentions. They were relieved to think that Jett was so easy to accept the situation.
"Okay okay. Mark—Baby... What do you want me to call you?"
"The usual." He murmured softly.
"I mean as a name."
"Oh, Mark is fine... But I'm testing something else, Mayhem."
"You mean, your artistic name? I thought ya didn't want people to call you that," Jett had right intentions and they were glad about it. "Can I call you May? As in a cute nickname?"
May's heart was beating even faster. They had been addressed in such a cute name by their boyfriend that they beamed with joy. "I think I'll go with May all the way."
"Heyyy! So what do I call you now when I want to baby you?" He complains adorably. "But I like it."
Jett showed unconditional support for his girlfriend. May felt some weight leave their shoulders when they were beginning to accept their true self.
They thought it was pointless to change something about themself in their mid 20s. May didn't feel like they wanted to change much about themself on the exterior, so it was almost unnoticeable.
"I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me, gorgeous." He said, before pulling May into a kiss.
"You're too good to me." She replied in between kisses. Clinging onto her boyfriend with a bright grin.
Anytime he saw his partner smile like that, it was something he couldn't ever resist. Jett took the initiative to smash his lips against theirs once more, pushing May down on their back so he could climb on top and continue kissing them.
Nothing was more attractive than seeing his partner so confident about themself.
They both made out for a while, Jett was eagerly playing with May's tongue, giggling against their mouth before suddenly pulling away and running a hand down their chest.
"I love you, always will." Jett said, laying down by May's side.
Nonetheless, May lied next to his boyfriend, clinging onto his arm while running his fingers down his strong forearms. The whole thought made him feel slightly out of it. "Love you too." He murmured with a little shy grin.
Jett held her close, peppering kisses over her forehead and running his fingers through her messy, overgrown hair. May hummed, fairly content with the current display of affection.
"You're my bi-paradise, hon." He laughed at his own gimmick before catching their lips into a soft kiss.
"Gosh, you're such a moron." May had no other way to express their disbelief in the way Jett brought up the most questionable expressions to refer to them, but they were so in love with him, the way they couldn't let go of Jett's mouth said it all.
May's hand hovered Jett's t-shirt, slowly pulling it up so he had access to all of him in his glory. Jett gasped slightly, seeing his own body so exposed — even though they had seen each other so many times before. Jett had nothing to hide from his partner, he was his, hers, theirs even. He ran his hands across his stomach, up to his chest. His thin fingers caressed the small creases under his pecs.
Jett's top surgery scars had scarred beautifully, especially on his dark skin as they were barely visible now, May had the honor that she could touch him like this, it was like a lingering caress on his more sensitive areas, a soothing balm to Jett's periodic dysmorphia. Her stache made contact with the skin, as she kissed his scars and treated them with gentleness. Jett couldn't be in a better place than this right now, not when his partner was paying so much attention to him right now.
"I love it... w-when you do that." Jett sounded visibly flustered, showing May what they needed to know when it came to appreciation from their boyfriend.
"I know you do." He whispered, enjoying it all, Jett's bodily reactions were his favorite thing to pay attention to, although May knew better than to tire his incredibly hard-working boyfriend even more.
Finally, May seemed to have found their favorite spot to sleep, their head laid on Jett's chest, listening to his heartbeat — slightly hurried, slowly coming down again. With a small nuzzle against Jett's chest, their boyfriend knew exactly what to do. Jett placed his hands back on their hair, like a cat who had been asking for head rubs.
The whole thing about their dynamic was unmatched to any other thing that they had seen, not that people like them were often represented on TV anyways, but also because it was never too late to change, they ended up being perfect to each other's eyes and no one else's.
"Y'know... You're so damn sweet like this." He commented, briefly opening his eyes to look down at May — who was already close to dozing off just by having her hair played with.
"Hmm...? Let's talk tomorrow..." She urged quietly, clearly way too comfortable.
Jett noticed their low attention span at the moment, finding it quite adorable. Just thinking about the Berskii he had met early on his life made him feel somewhat baffled at how far they had both come to. His love for May had no boundaries. He would go far just to please his partner, and he knew they would too. He felt grateful knowing that someone felt safe in his presence, especially someone like May, who had come a long way themself too, Jett appreciated every effort done to keep them at bay, their improvements were very much seen, even when his partner didn't really like to make it a big deal.
He remembered to place a kiss on their forehead. "Sure, g'night baeskii..." He whispered, making sure he would be able to keep them in that serene state.
As in for May, they didn't really know. They were too busy to care about something like a label for what they felt in their body, they just cared about Jett. May felt nice next to him, so that was enough. That was all they needed. Both of them.