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Everything to Me - Whizzvin

Marvin x Whizzer

Warnings: Character death, grieving, implied smut, kissing, break up

Summary: The lives of Marvin and Whizzer were complicated and messy, but one thing was for sure. They loved each other.

A/N: I always cry after I listen to the ending of Falsettos, why did I do this to myself? This is just a bunch of sadness wrapped in a pretty bow.

Marvin listened to sound of Whizzer’s heart beating inside his beautiful body, it soothed everything that was running around in his head. He loved the man sleeping under him, he truly did, but the problem was that he wasn’t sure Whizzer felt the same way. His fingertips grazed the hair growing on Whizzer’s chest lightly. Marvin had to do this, he had to make sure his heart didn’t get broken again. The bandages Whizzer had used to mend the shards of his heart seemed to be fading and falling apart.

“Marv,” Whizzer mumbled sleepily, stretching out his arms before wrapping them back around Marvin’s torso. “Why are you still awake?”

“I can’t sleep,” Marvin looked up at Whizzer who was gazing with half lidded eyes back at him. He pecked Whizzer’s lips, smiling along with the stylish man. “Go back to sleep, Whiz. I’ll be okay.”

Whizzer nuzzled his head into the pillow to get back to his comfortable position. Marvin waited until his head moved up and down with his boyfriend’s even breaths before he let the salty water fall freely from his eyes. He hid his face in Whizzer’s chest, soaking the tan skin with his tears. In the morning, he would pack everything Whizzer owned and find the right time to tell him what they have is over.

Whizzer was never good at chess. He did not have the brain for the game, his knowledge more wired to that of style. Marvin, on the other hand, was very well the best chess player Whizzer knew. He could get checkmate in his sleep if he wanted to. Whizzer wanted to try, for Marvin and Jason’s sakes, but he just could not understand the complicated game for his life.

“That’s the king, treat him nice,” Marvin spoke as he pointed out the chess piece. “Use some brains; now protect him.”

“Yes, I know,” Whizzer rolled his eyes and looked over the board. He slowly reached for a chess piece. “Here I go... please, don’t watch me. I can do it!”

“Have a little scotch,” Marvin offered, reaching to the side for Whizzer’s glass cup. Whizzer choose to move his knight although once it was in place, he was immediate to regret that decision. “Do you want my help?”

“No, I don’t. I can think it through myself,” Whizzer insisted, moving the knight back to its origin.

“We’ve seen the worst,” Marvin watched the nose on Whizzer’s face scrunch up in frustration. “Move a pawn.”

“No,” Whizzer shook his head. He had to think for himself, he did not need Marvin’s help. His brown eyes moved to Marvin who was pointing out a square on the board. Sighing heavily, Whizzer moved one of his pawns to that exact spot.

“Good first move,” Marvin complimented. He put his head on his hands and thought of his own move.

“Quite alright. Take a turn,” Whizzer leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Thank you kindly,” Marvin smiled slightly at the man in front of him.

“Move a pawn,” Whizzer mocked Marvin’s voice. He chuckled as Marvin shot him a glare (playful or not, Whizzer was not sure). Whizzer held his hand out to Marvin who gladly took it. He guided Marvin’s hand to a pawn and moved it. Marvin leaned forward to kiss Whizzer, but the latter pushed him away. “Play the game.”

Marvin waved his hand at Whizzer to tell him to take his turn. Whizzer tried, he truly did, but chess was not how he thought. It was too complicated, too many moves and choices.

“Let me win,” Whizzer tested, pouting his lip and using puppy dog eyes for his favor. “Please.”

“Yes,” Marvin was caught in his own little world of Whizzer Brown’s perfectly constructed face that he did not hear the man he observed intently.

“Thanks!” Whizzer’s tone lightened to one of joy. He moved the pieces quickly, Marvin joining in. The king on Marvin’s side was in the hand of Whizzer before Marvin knew what happened. Marvin did not know how to react. He pushed his chair out and went to the bedroom.

His mind finally caught up with his feet once his hand wrapped around the suitcase handle. He could hear Whizzer yelling his name from the living room. There was no turning back.

Whizzer walked toward the field, his heart racing. It had been two years since he’d seen anyone. He was too heart broken and just could not find the right way to march back into their lives. His arms crossed above his chest, the family he had not seen in a long time sitting on the bleachers next to him.

“What are you doing here?” Trina questioned, looking over the man next to her.

“Jason asked me to come. Since he asked me to come, I came,” Whizzer explained, his eyes landing on the shoes of the man he missed the most. The woman who he had yet to meet suddenly yelled out and stood up, knocking Whizzer out of his trance. “I love baseball, I love Jason. That’s what I’m doing here.”

Whizzer introduced himself to the two woman, his smile bright on his face. The brightness of his lie of happiness. He finally looked at Marvin and his heart stopped. Marvin was still as handsome as ever. It was not fair, why did Marvin have to have this effect on him?

“Is he still queer?” Whizzer whispered, sliding into the open spot next to Trina.

“I don’t know,” Trina sounded exasperated. Whizzer could not blame her, he was asking about her ex-husband.

“Sit in front of me,” Marvin, with a sudden burst of courage, spoke up. He was never this forward, what had changed those two years?

Whizzer moved to sit in front of Marvin. Being this close to the man he fell for was like heaven and hell came to crush his heart together. Without warning, fingertips touched the back of his head. Of course it was Marvin. Whizzer would have said something if Jason was not on deck.

“Hey Jason,” Whizzer exclaimed, holding his hand out for the child to hit.

“Oh, hi, Whizzer! Glad you came!” Jason smiled widely, his hands gripping the bat.

“May I?” Whizzer held his hand out for the bat and Jason placed it in his hands. He got into the stance of a baseball player. “Keep your head in the box, don’t think of a thing, your eye on the ball. Take a breath, then let it out. And swing! Okay, go get ‘em.”

Whizzer jogged back to the bleachers, slowing down at the sight of Marvin. He never got over their break up and, truly, he did not want to. Marvin held a special place in his heart that could not be erased.

“Whizzer?” Marvin jumped down from his spot on the bleachers, standing next to his ex-lover.

“Marvin?” Whizzer looked back at him and studied the face he missed.

“Think there’s any hope for the kid?” Marvin wanted to hear Whizzer’s voice. He missed everything about that man.

“I love Jason, but there’s no hope for him,” Whizzer and Marvin laughed, the sound quite melodic to the other’s ears. “Jason! You gotta stand a little closer to the plate!”

“He’s gonna get hit by the ball,” Marvin complained, hitting Whizzer’s shoulder lightly. He shifted on his feet and nervously messed with his hands. “Would it be possible to see you, or to kiss you, or to give you a call.”

“Anything’s possible,” Whizzer smiled lovingly at Marvin. The sound of a bat connecting with a ball interrupted the conversation between former lovers. Everyone shot up, holding onto their partners. Jason was too in shock to move.

“Run!”

Marvin fumbled quickly for his keys, glancing over at Whizzer as if to make sure he was real. He could not help but laugh at the sigh of relief that left Whizzer’s perfect mouth once Marvin unlocked the door. He missed that man so much, too much that even the entire dictionary is not enough to describe what he felt those two years. Marvin kicked the door closed behind him, his hands already pulling off the leather jacket Whizzer was wearing. Staring into the other’s eyes, Marvin and Whizzer took off their shoes and socks, tossing the items somewhere to the side. It did not matter where, the only thing that mattered in that moment was each other.

“I missed you,” Whizzer mentioned, unzipping the jacket Marvin wore to the baseball game. “I might not have known it then, but I do love you.”

“I love you too,” Marvin relished in the moment. He had been waiting for those words for two years and now that he had them, there was no way he was going to let them go.

“Why did you have to wear so many layers?” Whizzer complained, unbuttoning Marvin’s deep purple shirt.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Marvin laughed, messing with the buttons on Whizzer’s own light pink shirt.

Whizzer was quick to comply to what Marvin asked, slamming his lips against Marvin’s. It was full of teeth and seemed inexperienced, but they had waited too long to not go in swinging.

Something bad was happening. Whizzer’s clothes did not fit anymore, his breath came out short and heavy. His body felt like it was on fire with each swing at the ball, each move he made. Marvin was worried. He never won at racquetball and yet there he was, winning against Whizzer pretty badly.

“No big deal, the game is yours,” Whizzer heaved out, his hand splayed across his chest. His heart was beating like a madman who just left the asylum.

“It’s unreal, you’re a quitter!” Marvin exclaimed, his eyes wide in disbelief. Whizzer was definitely the most competitive person he knew.

“I can’t go on anymore,” Whizzer mumbled, ashamed in himself for giving up so easily.

“Try to be a decent loser,” Marvin shook his head with a bright smile, patting Whizzer’s shoulder.

“Excuse me? I’m ready to go!” Whizzer glared at his lover, the racquet slipping from his loose grip. He went to grab it, but his balance was too weak to let him stand. “I’m ready...”

Marvin scrambled to the ground, his hands flying to Whizzer’s face. He rubbed his thumb over the tan skin. No matter if Marvin tried, he could not hide the fact that he was freaking out.

“I’m sorry,” Whizzer whispered, tears flooding his eyes like rain overflowing a river.

Marvin was right by Whizzer’s side when he died. It was in the early hours of the morning when everyone had fallen asleep except for Marvin. He couldn’t let sleep take care of his exhausted body. Whizzer was losing his shine by the second and it was now only a matter of when Whizzer was going to die.

“I love you,” Marvin mumbled, resting his head softly on Whizzer’s chest. He could hear the faint beat of a heart through the skin and loose shirt Marvin got from their home. “I can’t like without you. Please don’t leave me. Please.”

No matter how many times Marvin pleaded, Whizzer began to slip into darkness. In the early hours of the morning, with his unlikely lover hugging him tightly, Whizzer Brown passed away.

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