Ezra and Marco waved goodbye to Ezra's parents by the front door before returning to their movie.

“They think we're going to throw a party?” Marco asked as he sat down again, draping his tail across his lap.

“Apparently,” replied Ezra, “It's been a long time since I've been home alone, due to college and all that. I guess they thought I'd changed my quiet ways. Unless you'd like to have a few more of our mates over, I'm all good hanging out with you for the weekend.”

Marco shrugged. “I'm fine with that as well. Aside from you, most of my mates are out of town anyway. It's been a boring couple of weeks... don't know why I didn't think of coming over sooner.”

“Then we'll just hang out then. Shall we get on with the movie?”

It ended up being a very lazy Friday for Ezra and Marco. After watching Dragon Fury, they watched another movie then another and another. Dumb action kept them entertained and lame jokes made them attempt their own gags. Ezra was about to suggest playing some video games for the rest of the afternoon when he noticed the clock and was shocked to learn that it was half-past six in the evening.

“Crikey, what happened to the day?!” he exclaimed as he stood up, “I need to think about what we can have for dinner... plus I just remembered I haven't got the spare bed set up for you, Marco.”

“No worries, I'll come and give you a hand,” replied Marco, joining him.

Ezra stretched his legs then trotted to the cupboard at the end of the living room, where the spare bed was kept folded up. When he opened the door, his memory kickstarted and his spirits sank.

“Oh, hell,” he said, slapping his forehead, “That's right, and mum must've forgotten too... The last time my aunt came to visit, she slept in mum and dad's room on the spare bed... which is now inside their bedroom closet. Damn!”

“And their bedroom door's locked, so we can't get into their closet...” said Marco, realization setting in for him also. He thought for a moment and he got an idea. “Is there a spare key for their room?”

“There is, but I've no idea where they keep it. It kind of defeats the point of locking the door if the son knows where the spare key is. Bugger it all! … Oh well, you can have my bed, Marco, I'll sleep on the couch.”

“That tiny thing? You'll wake up miserable and all cramped up, and I don't like you with cramps and miserableness – you start sucking all the fun out of every movie and game... Wait a minute, awkward thought... You're bed's a queen, isn't it? There'll be room to share.”

“Yes, there'd be room, but as you said it'd be awkward as all hell,” Ezra replied. While the mere mention of this development was indeed making him feel shy and awkward, a tiny part of his mind thought it sounded HOT. He brushed the feeling aside with a quick shrug. “I guess it won't hurt though. Better than sleeping on the floor or an undersized couch.”

“There you go, thinking with your noggin!” Marco gave Ezra a nudge with his elbow. “Now, how about we find something to eat, have dinner and while away the evening playing video games and leave the awkward thoughts for later?”

“You took the words out of my mouth.” But despite his best efforts and Marco's advice, Ezra couldn't quite get the thought that he'd be sharing a bed with his friend. As awkward as it was, the thought was slowly giving him a boner, and he hated his dirty mind for letting it happen.

After their quick pizza dinner, Marco and Ezra were co-opping against 'bots in Call of Duty: The Stallion Wars long into the night. As it neared ten o'clock, Ezra started getting more uncomfortable. It was getting closer to the time where he and Marco would likely be sharing his bed, and despite his best efforts, his erection hadn't gone away at all throughout the evening. After mulling a thought over and over in his head for a while, he decided he'd ask Marco a question. Regardless of how awkward he knew he'd sound, he had to let it out.

“Hey... Marco?” Ezra could feel himself blushing already, “I've got an... awkward question to ask you.”

Marco involunterily glanced down at his crotch. His packing dildo hadn't slipped out of its harness, had it? No? Then what was this awkward question? “Go on,” he said, pausing the game.

Ezra shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Honestly, I'm not sure which way I go in terms of... sexuality, but having to share my bed with someone else has made me a little... horny, I guess.”

Marco could see Ezra's deepening blush. What was being said was also making Marco's own dirty mind stir into action.

“What I'm saying is...” Ezra continued slowly, “would you like to watch a bit of porn and have a quick wank together? You know, so there's no accidental back poking or bed-jizzing.”

Marco was beginning to blush deeply himself. His mind started to cloud over in a panic. “I can't do that, Ezra,” he said, rubbing his hand uncomfortably up and down his arm.

“You're too shy for together, eh? Would seperately work better, or just forgetting about it entirely?”

“It's not that,” said Marco, his distracted, clouded mind meant he was barely hearing what he was saying. “It's just that I don't have a dick.”

That statement made Marco snap back to reality. He slapped both hands over his mouth. Without meaning to, he'd just let slip his deepest, darkest secret. There was a long silence, Ezra looking at Marco in surprised shock – Marco staring at his feet, a few tears rolling down his face and his tail quivering with embarressment.

“You don't have a dick?” Ezra eventually repeated, “So... either you're pulling my leg, or you've been a girl all this time.”

Marco lowered his hands from his mouth. He felt stupid, embarressed and horrified, but he'd let it slip now. No point hiding it anymore. Might as well get the shunning from his best friend over and done with. He slowly shook his head.

“No, Ezra, I'm not a girl,” he said at length, “I'm supposed to be a boy, but I've got girl privates.”

Ezra couldn't help himself. He looked directly at Marco's crotch. “Then what's with the bulge? Girl parts don't do that.”

“It's a packing dildo, alright?!” Marco was suddenly shouting, his tears beginning to flow freely. He hid his face in his hands and turned away from Ezra. 
“Go on,” he said after a silence broken only by his sobbing, “shun me. Call me a freak, tell me to get lost. I don't bloody care any more.”

Marco's defeated voice made a few tears appear in Ezra's eyes. He'd never seen him so... vulnerable. Marco was the guy who always got the upper hand in a joke or prank, and here he was, sobbing uncontrollably over a slip of the tongue that revealed what was – provided he wasn't secretly the best actor ever – his darkest secret.

Ezra stood up and knelt in front of Marco's chair. He put his hand on Marco's shoulder, hoping that the contact would help comfort and calm his friend.
“Hey... Marco... easy, mate. Look at me.” He sat in silence, letting Marco let out his emotions. After a few more minutes, Marco turned his tear-soaked eyes to Ezra.
“While I will say that if this is true, then you're a bit... different... I'm not going to call you a freak or shun you. You're still the same Marco I've known since we were kids, right? If that means I've been hanging out with a half-girl all these years... fuck it. I'm not going to let that ruin our friendship... if you still want to be friends.”

After a thoughtful, embarressed silence, a small smile broke across Marco's lips. “I'd still like to be friends,” he said, wiping the tear streaks from his scaly cheeks.

“Thank you,”said Ezra, smiling. He then stood up. “Now, I suppose if you do indeed have girl's parts, you probably like boy parts.” Ezra removed his shirt, making Marco jump in shock. “So, since you've let slip a massive secret, the least I can do to make everything even is to let you have a peek.”