Falsettos Oneshots

Whizzer says no//Homosexuals

INTENSE TRIGGER WARNING

Whizzer stared down into his drink, carefully tracing the top of the cup with his finger. After a fight with Marvin, he'd decided fuck it and spend the night at the local gay bar. Not for sex, it was getting to the point where he only wanted that from Marvin, but to drink all of his feelings away and look at hot guys all night. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't really in the mood for either of those things.

"Hey, pretty boy." Whizzer almost popped a blood vessel resisting the urge to scowl at the man who'd sat next to him. He was so sick of being called that. That's all he was to everybody, a 'pretty boy,' an accessory.

"It's Andrew." Whizzer sighs, looking up and down the man's face. There was no way in hell that Whizzer was going to give some random guy at a gay bar his real name, he never has.

"Cute name," the man mutters, just before leaning in to connect their lips. Whizzer wasn't surprised. He didn't kiss the man back, but didn't shove him off. He didn't have the energy to make him stop. "I'm Christian."  He grabs me by my arm, pulling me up.

"Excuse me, sir, but I really don't want to-"

"Yes you do, cmon. I live a block away from here." His grip on Whizzer's arm tightens to the point where it hurts, but Whizzer doesn't do anything. He was emotionally drained, and could barely move himself, let alone ward off some horny guy. As Christian presumably lead him in the direction of his home, Whizzer closed his eyes, imagining himself at home, sitting on the couch with Marvin. He'd wrap his arm around his lover's neck, staring into his pretty eyes. Marvin would say something stupid, and they'd laugh, and then Whizzer would cuddle up to him and the warmth- "We're here." Christian says, ripping Whizzer from his fantasy. It's dark in Christian's house. He shoves Whizzer into his room, hard, immediately beginning to pull off Whizzer's shirt.

"No, please, please just let me go ho-" Whizzer starts, but he's cut off by Christian ripping his shirt off of his body. Somehow, he'd grabbed ropes while Whizzer hadn't been paying attention and spun Whizzer around, tying his wrists together tightly enough that his skin burned. Whizzer let out a sob, but only got shoved down to the bed. Christian grabs something from his pocket, pouring liquid down Whizzer's throat. It burned his throat, and tears sprang to his eyes, but shortly after, the world seems to be sparkling, and all he can do is laugh. Christian grins, ripping Whizzer's pants off of his body.

***

Whizzer was in pain. So much pain, everywhere. But, hey, whatever the hell Christian had dosed him with the night before had been strong, because he was nowhere close to being even slightly sober. All he knew was that he needed to get home. Using any strength he had in his legs, wrists still tied, he did his best to stand up, stumbling around the room to look for his clothes. The world was spinning around him, his thoughts were foggy, every part of him was sore, and he could barely focus on anything. How could he get home? His wrists were tied, he was ass-naked and he was drunk (high? He couldn't tell) on a whole different level. After a minute, the lightbulb went off in his head. His phone! It was on the dresser. Luckily, Christian was still sound asleep. Whizzer stumbled over to the dresser, knocking his phone to the edge of the dresser and biting down on the screen, hoping to god that he wouldn't break it. Phone still in mouth, he waddled to the bathroom, almost tripping several times in the process. Luckily, Whizzer was very used to being drunk and very skilled at being able to get out of situations when he needed to. He used his elbow to hit the home button, thankful that he'd taken his password down for whatever reason days before.

"Hey, Siiriii~" He grinned, proud of himself as the phone dinged. "Call Marvin."  The phone rang twice.

"Hello?"