Never in his life did Dib feel attractive by human, or alien, standards. He was tall for his age, broad shoulders and subtlety curvy around the hip and thigh area with stretch marks from filling in too fast for his body. Around the age of fourteen he had matured into a near adult woman's body, a beautiful hourglass figure with curly shoulder length hair that he used to hide from stares.
"You see the tits on her?"
"Man I'd love to get my hands on a killer body like that."
"She should cover up more, nobody wants to see her perky boobs."
Over the summer of his freshman year he had taken scissors to his hair and cut it short during a breakdown in front of the mirror and realized that his reflection was what he'd been seeing the whole time: he was a boy trapped in a girl's body. Of course his father was outraged, putting him down for 'ruining such pretty curls' and that he looked like a flaming homosexual. He had to spend his money in secret on masculine clothing and ordered a binder. Sliding on that binder for the first time was forever engraved in his mind, the excitement and relief of being flat, of looking the way he wanted to.
"Gaz!" He sobbed, unable to tear his eyes away from his figure.
She had rushed in, an irritated look only to be replaced with a blank, shocked expression.
"Look at me! I'm flat! Oh my god I'm flat!" His voice shook, hands pressed against the fabric on his chest.
Her lips quirked in a proud smile, giving a nod. "Looks good to me."
Removing his hands to grip them in fists and wave them in the air, he grinned widely while turning back and forth to continue admiring himself for the first time without feeling disgusting.
Since when did I have freckles? So many all over my shoulders! He thought, not noticing that his sister had left and closed the door since their father had arrived home and she didn't want Dib getting hurt.
"Gazlene! Dahlia! Downstairs right now!"
Dib hurriedly pulled off his binder and replaced it with a compression sports bra and loose fitted shirt, racing downstairs to see Gaz and his father waiting patiently. Her face was unreadable, looking up to him and her frown deepened before looking away.
What'd I do now, he thought, mentally bracing himself for another lecture.
Close to his seventeenth birthday, a year and a half after Zim had landed as a rogue from his home called Irk, Dib had somehow landed himself a boyfriend of six months. He was sweet, a few inches shorter than himself, an absolute sweetheart who treated him better than his father ever had (and that was speaking a lot). The boy in particular used to drive Dib up the walls out of irritation. He had ran into the teen walking out from his therapy appointment, shock written clear as icy green eyes met his with equal shock.
"Keef? Since when did you start therapy?" Asked Dib, slowly to a stop in front of the ginger and raised a hand to nervously chewing on a nail.
"After my mum died from a car crash, kinda fucked me up." He chuckled half-heartedly, picking at the pocket of his jeans. "I've gotta head in, uh, you wanna go grab ice cream or something?"
Pushing up his glasses with the hand closet to his face, he chewed on the inside of his cheek and gave a nod with a hum. Seeing blue eyes light up and a small smile spread across a freckle kissed face made Dib's heart stutter, feeling his face warm with a shy smile.
"I'll wait in my truck." Motioning to the silver ford truck in the lot.
Starting towards it only to accidentally brush Keef's shoulder, he felt skinny fingers gently caress his own and send a shiver up his spine. Stopping in his tracks to watch the ginger walk inside, he glanced back to give a big grin then turn away to jog down the hall. Grabbing the hand that buzzed he played with his fingers, his smile widening as he walked towards his truck and hopped inside.
A tap on his window startled him from his small nap, rolling down the window to poke his head out and meet a smiling Keef.
"Is it ok if I hop in? I don't exactly have a car of my own."
Unlocking his truck so the teen could climb inside, he rubbed his hands up and down the steering wheel as Keef settled in and buckled up. Pulling out of the lot onto the road he turned up his stereo a bit so there was a background noise to soothe his nerves.
"Erm, what have you been up to since you moved?" Started Dib.
"The usual, waking up early, going to school, coming home, doing homework, going out with friends. Normal stuff like that." Using his hands while talking, he ended the sentence with a shrug. "If I'm feeling dangerous I walk down to the seven eleven at the end of the road, grab a slushie, and spike it with vodka from my uncle's liquor cabinet in the basement."
Dib snorted, giggling at the teens' way of 'danger'. Red curls bounced as the ginger made a fake hurt expression before turning away to look out the window.
"What about you then. What's more dangerous than underage drinking?" He teased.
Using his blinker to turn onto the highway, he tapped his finger on the wheel in thought.
"Been brought home by the police at least five times, blew up the biology room from setting fire to something flammable." Humming with a forced smile, his grip tightened on the wheel. "I'm kinda an outcast, if you couldn't tell."
Keef waved him away, "You're talking to one of the few gay kids in a very rich kids school. Yknow how it is, if you aren't a straight, white, cis male you're the plague."
Dib cackled, smacking his hand on the wheel with a snort. "Man, do I!" Glancing back to see Keef looking at him he turned a shade of red. "Uh, sorry!"
Shaking his head, his eyes crinkled as he laughed, catching the noret off guard who's blush turned a crimson and nervously chuckled along.
"It's impressing how much you've changed from a loudmouthed kid to a soft spoken, reserved teen." Keef remarked, enjoying the way Dib opened his mouth to defend himself only to make a weird wheezing sound and close his mouth.
Parking on the side of the street and stepping out to enter the old ice cream shop, Dib pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with a lighter.
Holding out the pack Keef raised an amused brow, "What makes you think I smoke?" Plucking out a stick and grabbing the lighter from Dib, he lit the end and took a long, practiced drag.
"Just a hunch." Teased Dib, flicking ash onto the street and pointing at the tips of his own fingers.
Snickering, he wiggled his fingers. "You tryna tell me something about my fingers, Dib?"
Shaking his head with a smirk, he threw the finished cigarette on the ground and put it out with his boot. Watching Keef follow his move, he started into the shop with the ginger in tow.
Dib and Keef took things slow, sneaking kisses when no one was looking when they were out with the ginger's friends, playing footsie while pretending to look like they were paying attention to the conversation.
Late into the night while strolling through the park with the other three in tow, a short, plump girl with blonde highlights mentioned about seeing a restroom and needing to use it. A goth looking male who was taller than Keef and a similar looking shorter male had agreed on needing to as well, the group finding a public restroom for their friends to use. Keef spotted a more hidden place, tugging on Dib's sleeve to follow behind. The noret looked around with wonder at the dark forest around the park, breath catching in his throat when his back met a tree and lips met his. Burying his hands into longer curls he pulled him closer, parting his mouth open when a tongue traced along his bottom lip. Massaging and lapping against one another Dib let out a soft noise and tugged a handful of curls, making Keef groan into his mouth and press his hips flush to Dib's. Pulling away for a breath Dib rested his forehead against the ginger's, hazily looking into darkened green eyes.
"You need something?" He breathed, pulling a hand away from ginger curls to stroke a cheek.
Leaning down to brush his lips against a sharp jawline, Dib turned his head to the side for better access.
"Just admiring the view." Murmured Keef against a pale throat, mouthing along his esophagus.
Humming against teeth and tongue he let the back of his head hit the tree and close his eyes. Hands around his waist slide beneath his shirt and hoodie, swirling around the nubs on his chest until they perked up. His breath shallowed against the pleasing assault on his nipples, trailing a hand down to rest on Keef's chest and trace circles with his thumb.
"Feel good?" His voice was below a murmur against his ear, sending shivers up his spine.
"Mmhm." Hummed Dib, burying his hand further into curls and tipping his head back more. "Keef, harder…"
A warm tongue ran along his ear, gently nibbling. "If I bite any harder I'll draw blood."
"That's the point," He grumbled.
Kisses trailed down his neck, finding a spot that made Dib whimper he pressed harder open mouthed kisses, using his teeth to start soft in a way to prepare the noret before biting down with full force.
"Ah fuck!" He shouted, rutting his hips against Keef's in pleasure.
Keef moaned in response, lapping up the blood and tonguing the wound. The erection straining in his pants told Dib everything, rutting at a more frantic pace that had the ginger's hard cock rubbing against his wet pussy and tiny cock.
"Are y'all literally fucking back there?" The plump girl with blonde highlights called.
Dib suddenly smashed his lips against Keef's moaning into the kiss as his hips stuttered once, twice, and came with a breathy whimper. Green eyes widened in realization, quickly rutting between trembling thighs and finishing in his jeans with a harsh gasp. Pressing sloppy kiss after kiss against swollen lips, both teens parted while trying to slow their breathing.
"Sorry for making you cream yourself, that just sent me." Dib whispered, a shy look in his eyes.
Keef shook his head with a flustered smile, "No, it was really attractive when you humped against me."
Stepping away so Dib could stand on shaky legs, he wrapped an arm around his form and helped him walk with a bright, satisfied grin. The three teased them relentlessly for the rest of the night, sneakily sharing smiles and whispered praises and jokes.