Falsettos Oneshots

Sunsets//(Homosexuals)

If you haven't noticed, most of these are set in modern times lmao

My alarm blares in my ears- I kept it especially close to my face last night, just so I could wake up this early. It's still dark, but hopefully, it won't be for too long. Quickly, I comb a hand through my hair, sitting up and looking down at the sleeping man next to me. He looks so peaceful, a soft smile on his face. His breathing is so even, not paced and worried as it is most times. The light from the moon and the stars shine just perfectly on his face so that I can make out his features. It's sort of odd, seeing him asleep. I almost never wake up before him, and when I do, I don't usually care to take a good look at him. I sort of regret that now.

I don't know why I chose right now of all mornings to do this- I should have done it a long, long time ago. For some odd reason, though, I'd decided very quickly last night that this was what I wanted. It's kind of a shame, as Marvin looks so incredibly peaceful, that I have to wake him up. Still, I need to do this, and he needs to be there too. Ever so gently, I shake his shoulder a little, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Morning, Marv." I whisper. He does this tired little mix of a hum and a groan, and I smile, taking his hand and planting small kisses on his knuckles.

"It's still dark." He mumbles, still mostly asleep.

"Yeah, I know. That's kind of the point, Marv." I say, smiling. "C'mon, wake up. We gotta do something."

"You really want to have sex right now?" He asks, opening his eyes just a little, and I laugh, shaking my head.

"Always. No, Marv, I'm not trying to screw." I say. He laughs a bit, sitting up.

"Then what's so important that you had to wake me up just now?"  He asks, leaning on my shoulder.

"You'll see. Get off me, c'mon. I really want to do this." He frowns, moving back a little bit.

"Can't you do it on your own?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"No. You gotta be there with me." I say, and he nods.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"Almost five-thirty." He groans.

"Fine." He stands up, stretching and walking into the bathroom. I get up, turning on the light. It burns my eyes for a minute, and I rub them, shaking my head quickly to try and wake myself up a bit more. I grab a pair of black pants from my drawer, slipping them on. I throw on a light-grey button up, quickly doing up the buttons before slipping into my leather jacket. Marvin walks out of the bathroom, and I smile at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips and walking in there after him.

I do my business, and run a brush through my hair a couple of times before taking my tooth-brush out of the cupboard and brushing my teeth. When I'm done, I find Marvin dressed in a black hoodie and a white T-shirt, sitting on the couch and looking at something on his phone.

"You ready?" I ask, and he nods, shoving his phone in his pocket and standing up. We walk out the door together, him in front, and I hop into the driver's seat of my blue wrangler. Marvin gets in next to me, closing his door and buckling his seatbelt.

"It's way too early." He says, frowning, and I shrug.

The car ride is pretty long, about forty-five minutes. To some people, that wouldn't be too much, but if you live in the city, it feels like forever. I don't mind it much, though, and I'm pretty sure Marvin doesn't either. I leave my window half open- it bothers the crap out of Marvin, but I like the breeze on my face.
We're almost there now, around five minutes away, and I can tell Marvin has just realized where we're going.

"Whizzer?" He asks quietly as I pull into the tiny parking lot. I look over at him. "Is this where your dad's buried?"  I nod, exhaling and unbuckling my seatbelt.

"C'mon." I say, opening the door and hopping out of the car. He gets out as well, and we silently walk into the graveyard. My dad died a year ago. We used to be really close, even after he found out that I was gay. He didn't agree with it, in fact, he kind of ignored that fact as a whole, but still, I loved him. I still love him. I've only visited his grave once after his funeral- I should be coming more, I just didn't really feel like it before now. It's still dark out, only just a little light enough to see. The sun hasn't risen yet.

We finally get to the right grave, and I sigh, taking a seat on the bench a foot in front of the grave. Marvin sits next to me, wrapping an arm almost protectively around my shoulder, and I inhale sharply.

"Hey, dad." I say after a good minute. "I don't know if you're here or not, but, it's Whizzer." I pause. "This is Marvin, my lover. He been very, very good to me. If you'd actually found the compassion to meet him, I think you two would get along pretty well." Marvin looks at me, gently wiping a tear away with his thumb, which is strange, because I didn't even know I was crying. I lean into him, resting my head on his shoulder. The sun is just starting to rise, making an array of colors in the sky. After a couple of minutes, Marvin looks over at me.

"Why'd you want to bring me along so badly?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I just thought you should be here." I say, looking at him. He nods, pulling me in closer and kissing the top of my head. "I love you."

"I love you too." He says, smiling. "When we're done here, wanna get your ass kicked in racquetball?"

"You mean kick your ass in racquetball? Sure, I'm up for it." He said.