HE ALWAYS LIKED ROSES // falsettos.

two.

Yes that's Ejjah Krantz you're welcome
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Whizzer

I pick up the phone and dial Trina's number, my finger finding the cord almost immediately.

I wait for a couple seconds until I hear the phone pick up from the other side. I frown immediately as I hear her chokes and sobs on the other end. "Trina?" I ask, my voice quiet and sweet.

I hear her sniffle and calm down a bit on the other end. She takes a minute or two to respond.

"Whizzer- My h-husband said he was going to stay at a friend's house for the night, then left without another word. He left so fast I couldn't even respond!" Trina yells into the phone while holding back tears.

I growl, he sounds like an awful husband. If I were her, I would have never even considered dating him. Whoever he is. "I'm sorry, I would invite you over, but I already have a guest coming and I'd prefer us to be alone." I laugh nervously.

"Oh, well I have to stay with Jason anyway. But who's the lucky guy?"

"Some guy I met at a flower shop today. He was really cute, he seemed nervous and sweet. He was buying roses, probably for some girl though." I sigh, continuing to play with the phone cord.

I can practically feel Trina smiling from the other side of the phone. "He sounds amazing Whizz. I'm really happy you found someone you really like."

"Thank you, Trina."

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Marvin

I slip my coat on, "Trina! I'm staying at a friend's house tonight!" I shout, grabbing my house keys and running out the door before Trina could respond.

I ride the subway to Whizzer's apartment, looking back at the address I held in my hand. When the subway comes to a stop I step off and enter the almost empty subway station. A few people were scattered around the room. Most were on the phone, probably asking for a ride or something.

Once I left the station, I sped walk to Whizzer's apartment building, seeming it was late and already pretty dark.
I enter Whizzer's well-kept apartment, silently admiring the inner decor. He owned a leather couch with dark oak end tables, and the walls were painted a mid-tone brown. There were paintings and photographs of family members arranged perfectly on the wall.
I smile sweetly at Whizzer for a brief moment before he spoke up.

"I ordered pizza, and we're gonna watch La La Land." Whizzer paused, "I know it's not perfect but it's all I could do last minute, not to mention I'm a terrible cook." Whizzer laughs and pulls me over to the couch.

We both sit down, and Whizzer turns the movie on. Before the opening song even started I feel his hand on my left thigh. My eyes travel down to his hand and I break into a nervous sweat. Oh God, I wanted this, but Trina? My thoughts started swarming and I was starting to panic, but then I felt something warm and soft rub against my lips. My sight starts to become clearer and I 7 or lava rock it's Whizzer. His body is pressed against mine and his hand moved up to my inner thigh.

I wrap my arms around his neck and push him onto the couch gently. He pulls away from the kiss and unbuttons my jeans and tugs them down a bit.

I do the same, pulling down his boxer's along with mine. He looks up at me and smiles, nervousness tracing his lips.

"Is this oka-"

Whizzer starts grinding on my crotch from below me. I let out a breathy moan and tug at his hair gently. He smirks and finishes removing both of our trousers. I look into his eyes and laugh. He looks at me, clearly confused by the expression plastered on his face.

"I've never done this before. I mean, have sex with a man. If I mess up I'm sorry." I whisper awkwardly

He raises one eyebrow at me and pulls me closer to him by the collar of my shirt. "How cute. You're a virgin." He chuckles, and a small smile forming on his face.

"No! I just had this phase where I thought I was straight. I just... recently had discovered myself." I look at the ground.

Whizzer scoffs and rubs his eyes, "I can't believe I'm fucking another closeted gay man. And Jesus, you're a cute one too. Look, I don't wanna be that guy that ruins your wife's life. I don't wanna be that guy that you're having sex with when she comes home."

Before I could react, he pushes me off of the couch and finds his pants sprawled out on the floor.
"I'm not married. I'm single and just got divorce papers signed a few weeks ago." I spit out, almost automatically.

Whizzer looks at me from the side, his expression seemed almost angry or confused.
"Are you sure?"

He turns my face to meet eyes with him. When my eyes come in contact with his, I lean in and kiss him gently on lips.

"Yes, I'm sure."

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Yes they fucked after this I'm just lazy

Also, Wattpad keeps fucking up the format??? Thanks.

also I'm experimenting with this chapter so Um???? sorry if I spam you....

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