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Some days with Marvin were good, but most were not. And by that Whizzer means that he knows - deep in his bones - how unhappy Marvin's wife, Trina, must be.
Because things might not be okay but at least Whizzer gets a good fuck out of it at the end of day, she just gets some nigths of sleep besides her gay husband - and that's if he even goes home for the night.
Case in point: it's supposed to be dinner time but here they are, violently making out in the kitchen of the apartment that Marvin bought them against his own wife's back, after having an argument over the fact that Whizzer hadn't bothered to cook.
All that while Trina probably waits back at their white picket fence house, probably with a perfectly cooked dinner at the table.
“We shouldn't be doing this.” Marvin says, taking a deep breath – and it makes Whizzer feel like he’s taking a bit of his air with it. “Fuck. I shouldn't be doing this…” he repeats, rushed and slurred, sounding as drunk as he was the night they met.
Whizzer almost likes the routine – and yes, he is ignoring the rabbit hole that thought may lead into if he sits with it for a little too long. They always seem to fall into this ‘riling each other up and having hate sex every time they see each other’ thing, and it was nice – even if it shouldn't be.
“Then tell me to stop.”
It was like a fucked up roleplay where they would just ignore the real world and all unhappy wifes and unwanted, accidental children would disappear.
Marvin just looked at his lips, grinning a bit with his own swollen pink ones, and kissed him again. Hard. Teeth knocking, potentially bruising hard.
God, we shouldn’t be doing this.
But fuck it, honestly. Preferably, as deep as Marvin was about to fuck him.
…
When the realization finally dawns on Whizzer, he is having lunch with Marvin, Trina and Jason - the actual couple in the room’s child, who looks at him like he single-handedly hung the moon.
Before leaving the apartment - ‘the’ not ‘theirs’, because Marvin had a family and Whizzer was doing everything he could to keep the apartment he didn’t even live in anymore, mostly so he wouldn't have to depend on Marvin’s goodwill - he’d decided it was a great idea to, purely out of spite, wear a tie that Marvin had payed for during one of his bitchy shopping sprees.
He’s little act of defiance crashed down on his head as soon as Trina - his current lover’s wife for fuck's sake! - complimented it and whispered a joke about how he should take Marvin shopping sometime.
And fuck, he didn’t know how to answer that. So he just tried to smile, nod and make a sound that sounded like a laugh out of his nose.
God, Marvin had made a mistress out of him. And the worst part of it all: he’d let him.
Now he was sitting on the couch, watching Jason play chess against himself after the kid had given up on teaching him.
Marvin had disappeared inside the kitchen, which could only mean one thing: he must’ve been berating Trina about something.
And, of course, it didn’t take long before Whizzer and Jason could hear the boy’s parents arguing in the other room.
He held back a sigh, he didn’t know how to feel about Trina. On one hand, he couldn’t completely dislike her - his guilt didn’t let him and… how can he dislike someone that Marvin seemed to condescend so much? - but then there were moments like these. Moments where he looked at Jason’s face and the boy looked so… sad. Because of his parents. And Trina was part of the problem - as much as she’d probably refuse to acknowledge it. She, too, made the boy miserable.
And how could he stand by that?
When he heard Jason’s weak sigh, he headed to the kitchen, poking his head into the doorway and giving Marvin a look he knew Trina wouldn’t notice.
“Do you guys need any help?” he asked innocently, pretending to not have heard anything when the woman turned “Like… putting the table or-“
Yeah, he didn’t plan this far ahead.
They’re both silent, just looking at him. Until Trina opens a smile, moving to get some plates on the counter.
“Oh, don’t worry about it!” she answered, in an almost cooing tone, as she passed by him, going to put the table herself.
When Whizzer turned to Marvin, he realized he’d managed to anger the other man.
“What? We could hear your little argument from the living room.” he whispered in his own defense, watching Marvin roll his eyes at him.
“Don’t meddle in this, okay?” he came closer to him, standing as close to face to face as their height difference would allow.
“Isn’t that my role in this? You’re cheating on her with me,” Marvin gasped a little at this, looking at the doorway behind them “and bringing me to these little playdates.”
Before Marvin could turn this into another one of their arguments, Jason called out from the other room.
They both looked in that direction, sighing. Marvin rubbed a hand down his face, avoiding Whizzer’s eyes.
“You’ve had your entire life to be that much of a jerk. Take today off.” Whizzer said, before turning away and putting on a smile.
…
Marvin’s lips were in his neck, leaving marks on top of old ones.
The older man had been whispering sweet nothings against Whizzer’s sensitive skin since they started making out, moving closer to his mouth with every kiss and hickey.
“I love you…” Marvin said breathlessly, only getting a sigh as an answer “Tell me you love me,”
Whizzer sighed, almost disappointed, and turned his head, barely making any sound. He put his hands on Marvin’s thighs, squeezing him as tight as he could because maybe it'd shut him up.
It didn’t.
“I love you” he repeated, practically whining against Whizzer’s chin, before sighing dreamingly. “Tell me you love me… lie to me… please” Marvin pleaded in between kisses.
When Marvin kissed the corner of his lips, still whispering pleadings to him, Whizzer pushed him away and stood up, beelining to the front door.
All he heard as he slammed the door, was a disappointed sigh and a scoff from the living room.