Falsettos Oneshots

uhhh titles what//Homosexuals

Whizzer and Marvin were not having a great time, to say the least. They didn't have a good day, or a good week, as they'd been fighting a lot. Lately, they'd been taking turns sleeping on the couch. Tonight, though, the power had gone out, and it was the middle of January, so it was colder than hell in their crappy apartment and they'd agreed to finally sleep in the same bed. They weren't touching, just laying down back-to-back, both wide awake. Marvin wanted so badly to take the boy next to him into his arms, to hug him and to kiss him and to show the boy his affection in one way or another, but he knew that he couldn't. Whizzer, on the other hand, was crying. He hated fighting with Marvin. Things were different now, but for some odd reason, he couldn't let himself give in and apologize.

"Whizzer?" Marvin asked quietly, turning over and sitting up. Whizzer groaned.

"What?" He said, refusing to face the other man. Frustration laced his tone.

"I can't sleep."

"Welcome to the club. What are you, two? Do want me to warm you up milk or something?" He asked, sarcasm clear in his words. He didn't mean a thing he was saying, really, but they seemed to waterfall out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I just knew you were awake too and I- you know what, screw this. I'm going to the couch." Marvin frowned, standing up and grabbing an extra blanket from the closet, flashlight in hand. Whizzer remained silent, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut as Marvin walked out of the room. Once he was sure that the man was gone, he rolled over onto his stomach, stuffing his face in his pillow.

"Shit," He whispered to himself, sobs that he was desperately trying so hard to hold down racking his body as he clenched the fabric of the pillow-case in his fists. Why was he so stubborn? He wanted so hard to make up with Marvin, to go back to loving each other peacefully, but part of him just said no. He was in the wrong, finding everything he could to argue about, to show Marvin that he was strong, too. Whizzer groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

While he didn't want to show any weakness, Marvin didn't deserve to have to fight, Marvin didn't deserve to sleep out there in the freezing cold and he also didn't deserve to have a boyfriend that was only mad at him because he was mad at himself. Slowly, he stood up, fiddling the hem of his shirt as he grabbed a flashlight from the bed and waking out into the living room. Immediately, he began to shiver.

"Marv?" He asked, quietly. Marvin didn't look up, but shuffled slightly. Whizzer took that as a sign to continue. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm not pissed off at you, I'm just... I'm frustrated." He pauses. Somewhere in between his words, Marvin had sat up, and he was looking up at him with teary eyes. Whizzer took a breath. "It's cold out here, and I'm- I'm worried. I don't want you to freeze to death, so, if you come back, I'm not going to snap at you. Please." He whispered the last part, clenching and unclenching his fists. After a minute, Marvin nodded, slowly standing up and wrapping his arms around Whizzer.

Whizzer smiled lightly, quickly kissing the man on the cheek and turning around to go back to the bedroom, hoping Marvin would follow. He did, carefully laying down on their bed. Whizzer exhaled, getting in next to him and pulling the covers over their shoulders. He gently wrapped his arms around Marvin's waist, resting his chin on the man's shoulder so that they were basically spooning. Marvin gently took Whizzer's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm sorry we've been fighting so much." He said quietly, running his thumb up and down Whizzer's hand. Whizzer nodded.

"Me too." He sighed, giving the man a quick kiss on the neck and shutting his eyes.