giddy seizures - falsettos oneshots

growing up/getting older + whizzvin

Whizzer found himself wanting two things this fine Wednesday evening:

1. A drink

2. A little bit of sympathy

Unfortunately, he would be saddened to learn that Marvin would ensure he would get neither of those things, as he was spending another rough fifteen minutes lecturing Whizzer on the "importance of [Whizzer's] role in the household" and him refusing to "fulfill that role" is a "disgrace to centuries of families". Whizzer wanted to disappear.

He wasn't necessarily tuning Marvin out, but he's been given this speech so frequently that his brain barely retains any of it anymore. Marvin gives him a look.

"Are you fucking brain-dead? Are you even listening?"

Whizzer sighed. He replied without looking up from where his eyes were fixed on the wooden floor, "I don't want to do this anymore."

Marvin's stature briefly faltered, before regaining its arrogance, "Do what?"

"This," Whizzer makes a vague gesture. "The fighting, the angry sex."

He exhaled a condescending chuckle, "I thought you liked the angry sex."

"You've known for awhile that I don't like your sex," he bickered. Whizzer's mouth twisted into a smug frown.

Marvin's confidence changed again. He raised his eyebrows, formed an expectant look, and waited for an elaboration. Whizzer sighed.

"Yours is just fucking. I want to make love with somebody, Marv," he repeated the vague hand gesture. "I don't want whatever this weird Friends With Benefits thing is! Not anymore, at least."

"Are you," Marvin paused, on the fence between hopeful and fearful. "Suggesting that you want something more?"

"Are you fucking brain-dead? Are you even listening," he mocked. "Obviously, I do."

There was a long pause. A moment that felt heavy, one that would cause someone to pull at their shirt collar nervously -- or, for Whizzer at one point, to flee entirely. He stayed still. They could both feel the tension melt on its cue of Marvin's long exhale.

Unexpectedly, Marvin moved from his former pacing position to sit next to Whizzer on their living room couch, "Sit on my lap."

Whizzer narrowed his eyes.

"Not like that! Just," he sighed, a soft voice following. "Please."

Hesitantly, he obeyed and straddled Marvin. Whizzer used his palm against Marvin's chest to balance himself.

"I want to hold your hands, is that okay?" Marvin asked, to which Whizzer nodded. He kind of liked this.

Softly, he intertwined their fingers.

Marvin rested his chin on Whizzer's shoulder, staring at the neatly decorated wall of their living room, and began to speak, "I'm sorry."

He could feel Marvin's nerves just radiating from his warm cheeks. He began to absentmindedly play with his lover's hands as he spoke. Whizzer, always secretly touch-starved, was swooning.

There was a silence. This one felt different, though. Whizzer held his breath like Marvin held his lips between his teeth. He was searching for the right words; anything to accurately portray just how badly he wanted to salvage the broken pieces of whatever their relationship - if worthy of being called that - was, but came up empty-handed.

"I know I'm not the best lover," Whizzer snickered, to which Marvin replied: "Alright, far from the best," with a smile.

He continued, "But I really want to keep trying with us, with you." The 'you' was emphasized by Marvin gently leaning his head against Whizzer's.

"And whatever you want, we both need to work together to do," Marvin continued.

Somehow, the specific tension in the air and the way Marvin spoke made a flicker of hope ignite in Whizzer. Unsure why, he began to smile a little -- genuinely, for the first time in awhile.

It's odd how a smile feels a lot like growing up.

Of course, they both knew they were going to need time -- and there were going to be many, many failures; somehow, the small successes, like the tiny kisses to his hands Whizzer received during Marvin's speech, was enough.

"You wanna know what I want right now?"

"What?" Marvin smiled, his hands shifting their positions to fiddle with Whizzer's forearms.

"A kiss from you."

This made another smile erupt from both of them. Their foreheads were touching, as if to cherish this moment together. Despite years of technically being by each other's side, the same, embarrassing butterfly garden began to blossom inside of their stomachs.

They were going to be alright.