bending reality - falsettos oneshots

Story 10

It was warm. 

The air whistled past them, lighter than the heat- a gentle breeze through already-messy hair. It was the kind of summer that slowly suffocated you. The humidity crept up behind people as they walked to work; as they gardened; as they went about their business. It seeped into their skin until the calidity was almost unbearable. 

Jason had insisted that they took him to baseball practice anyway. 

If Whizzer hated anything more than he did Marvin's tie, it was the sweltering heat. As soon as his shoe hit the grass he had his hand around his lovers wrist and was practically dragging him to the biggest tree he could fine. 

Of course, Marvin had expected it. He'd come prepared; a book, pink lemonade, and his glasses. 

Whizzer threw himself backwards onto the grass with a satisfied huff. In the background, baseballs hit bats, kids cheered or booed, and a coach blew a whistle.

Sport had never been Marvin's forte, so he gladly stretched his legs against the wild flowers and rested his head on Whizzer's chest. He stayed quiet for a while. It was rare moments were this peaceful. People chatted in various spots around them, but they weren't close enough to hear, and Marvin much preferred listening to the steady beat of Whizzer's heart. 

"Move you ass. You're on the lemonade."

He laughed, shifting slightly and holding the bottle above his head. 

"Doesn't work- you're not tall enough." Whizzer commented, taking it with a roll of his eyes. 

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"Shut up." 

It was Marvin's turn to roll his eyes, but it lacked sincerity. He earned a small laugh from Whizzer that made him feel warmer than any amount of suffocating sun. After a moment of silence, he settled back on his lovers chest and opened his book, sliding his glasses on with a small sigh. 

They sat in sweet serenity for a while, listening to leaves rustle and hearts beat. Marvin moved to the rise and fall of Whizzer's chest. The grass was soft against their skin, and the tree pressed marks into Whizzer's shirt he didn't care to acknowledge. The moment was too perfect. It was things like this they lived for- Jason happy, laughing, smiling with other kids, and themselves; perfect, quiet, and loving. Love meant something different to them now. Before, love meant fighting. It meant arguments, and games, and moments driven by both anger and passion. 

Now, it meant that Whizzer didn't think twice before he brushed Marvin's hair off his forehead and press a kiss there instead. 

"Read to me." He whispered, leaning back and closing his eyes. 

Marvin raised his eyebrows, and then a smile inched its way across his face. He flicked back to the first page and started to read out loud. Whizzer loved the way he sounded when he read- on the rare occasion he did so. His voice was smooth as he spoke, bringing the words to life, and felt like velvet. He wasn't paying much attention to the words, but rather the sounds. Marvin seemed to like the descriptions the most, and he put on a slight accent for each different character, as though he was reading a bedtime story. 

The sun was so warm, and Marvin's voice was so gentle, that Whizzer was almost asleep. But some dialogue caught his attention. 

"You're the moon of my life- that's all I know, and all I need to know. And if this is a dream, I will kill the man who tries to wake me."

But Marvin wasn't reading from the page, and his voice was his own. He was looking right at Whizzer with the same expression he had the first time- like he was staring at the most beautiful thing in the world. That was true, at least to him. Whizzer had been running his hand up and down Marvin's arm, softly, as though he could snap at any moment, and each stroke left lines of tingling electricity on his skin. 

When he stared up at the man he loved with his whole being, he felt like a teenager again. 

And Whizzer just stared back. He was always blown away when Marvin looked at him like that- as though he was the only thing that mattered to him. After a moment of quiet thinking, he leant down to connect their lips. It was soft, chaste almost, and replaced the words Whizzer knew he'd never be able to say. 

"Carry on." He muttered, pulling Marvin so he was sitting up and resting his lips against the back of his neck. Marvin laughed, but was more than happy to oblige. 

He managed to get through another chapter before the pitter-patter of tiny feet caught his attention. Jason was running towards them, waving his baseball bat above his head in a way that could only lead to injury. 

"I hit it! I hit it!" Jason called as he ran, out of breath and grinning like a madman. 

Both men got to their feet. Jason somehow managed to pull them into a group hug, squealing happily. They congratulated him with ruffled hair and back pats before Whizzer scooped him up. He lifted him onto his shoulders and jogged off, leaving Marvin behind to carry everything himself.

He didn't care.

He was finally getting his perfect family.