The same night, with blackoutedness that is somehow void of guilt, Marvin calls his boyfriend just moments after his apology letters.
"Hi, Jamie!"
A groggy voice responds. "Marvy, it's three in the fucking morning."
"I miss you," Marvin lies, but it sounds incomplete. He forces the next part. "Babydoll."
He hears a sigh from the other end.
"Come over, baby! Please!"
Jamie huffs with the vague tone of a smile on his face, "You're ridiculous."
Marvin always ends up with what he wants. That's the unexciting thing about Jamie.
Upon hearing the expected knock, Wells stumbles towards the door, letting in his current lover. Jamie's tired smile is seen immediately, before promptly falling.
"You look awful, love. Why do you smell like alcohol?"
Marvin chuckles, "Just a hard day. 'S all." Meaning: None of your fucking business, boytoy.
Jamie doesn't notice the intentional sting. He pouts. "Aw, I'm sorry, honeybee," he shifts to hug him. Wells finds himself wanting to retreat. "Do you want me to take care of you, baby?"
He's being genuine. Not even a hint of a condescending tone. It's boring Marvin to death.
"No," Marvin's exterior hardens. "Just invited you over for a quick fuck." (That's your only use for me, anyways.)
Later, Marvin awoke to the disappointment of an unempty bed. How boring. How predictable. After Jamie left, Wells took it upon himself to block his number.
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The Dynamics of Primitivity || A Whizzvin Fanfiction
FanfictionA community theatre AU with an impulsive twist of over-analyzation, alcoholism, and selfishness.
