Falsettos one shots

After the first time we slept together he fell asleep next to me, body curled away as he slept. I couldn’t sleep, my head was reeling from the events that had happened, wondering how I could be such a dick to Trina. I don’t want to be with her but that doesn’t mean I should cheat. We were in my apartment, and we had made out after I pulled him out of the cab. He sucked hickeys onto my neck, pulled down my black turtle neck to make room and I tried ramming my key into my locked door, hands shaking in excitement and anticipation.

If it wasn’t for his clumsiness, we probably wouldn’t have ever met each other again. I would have just remembered his name as a whisper in my memory, a name that’s foggy when I try to remember it, sometimes coming to me unexpectedly in dreams or as my pen touches a page for the first time. It was because of the clothes strewn all over the floor from our excitement, and the darkness of my studio apartment leading Whizzer to trip over as he tried to sneak out.

“Where are you goin’?” I asked as I bolted upright in bed. “Do you need me to get you a cab?”

I could just make out his features as he stared at me from the floor.

“You care?”

“Well, I think you’re nice.” The sleep was apparent in my voice. “If you want, I can make you breakfast before I go to work.” I could almost sense how different this was to usual as he uttered his next words.

“Alright, thank you.”

I cooked him the only real food I knew how to, sunny side up eggs, and apologised for the state of my apartment, the single room making it difficult to separate my work life from my home life.

“So where do you work?”
I was busy opening the curtains, letting the light stream in and following the dust particles as I replied,” I’m an author, trying to publish my second book. I work wherever I want to work.”

“The freedom must be nice.”
“It is, what about you?”
“I’m a photography teacher at the college.”

I stared at him intently for a second,” you’re young.”

“So are you.”

He didn’t finish his meal. I left to go to the bathroom, and thats when he left, half an egg on his plate. It was a melancholy morning, and he had left as though he was never there. A ghost, there and then gone.

But he left me a note. I didn’t notice it for days, busy writing, I sometimes get into these zones where I only write, psychologically you are more creative when you’re sleep deprived. It was when Trina came over to try and get me out of my writing mood and have a date with her, she found it. Cleaning away mouldy mugs from the milk in my coffee, or the obscene amount of takeaways, I should really learn how to cook. She was sorting my chapters into order when she picked up a page and handed it to me.

He had left me a note in the margin.

“Whizzer? Isn’t he the guy who was the model for the art class? Why do you have his number?”

I snatched the paper away from her, reading the note. ‘Sorry I had to leave early, couldn’t go to school in the same clothes, those kids are insanely observant. Had a fun time, Whizzer’. Inside, my heart fluttered and spun out of control, my head filled with cotton and I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t do anything.

“He’s shooting my portrait for my new book, the ‘about the author section’. We had to do it at night because of his job.” I lied. I’d gotten good at lying to Trina, making up excuses is easy now.

I called that afternoon after Trina left. He asked where I wanted to meet him and I checked my watch. “The library.” Decided I could get more work done before fun.

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The library was hot, the glass window ceiling panes making it feel like a greenhouse, I was wearing another black sweater and decided on a pair of turtle shell glasses. My mind was foggy with excitement, not writing anything, my eyes re reading the same part over and over again.

“Hey.” His voice was soft and smooth like butter, that shit spreads real nice. He’s so fucking smooth until his clumsy ass trips over something.

“Oh hi!” I quickly try to pack everything up, but he stops me, putting a hand on my arm as he sits next to me.

“What are you writing about?” He asked me and I blushed. I don’t know why I blushed, I just did. I hadn’t told anyone what I was writing about, especially not Trina, it was a sensitive subject.

“I really don’t want anyone reading until I finish.”

He dragged a finger from my chest up to my chin, taking it with his thumb,”I read a page.”

I closed the gap between us slightly, looking down to his lips, ”you did?”

“Uh huh.” He leant In so close I could feel his breath on me, smelling the mint gum which he obviously used to get rid of the cigarettes that clung to his aura. My breath failed me, shaking at his closeness, anticipation waiting for his next move.

Suddenly I felt a splash of heat and I leapt up, coffee spilt all over my jeans. “Shit Marvin, I’m sorry.” He started to dab at my jeans with a napkin, and I started to shift where I was standing as I felt the blood rushing to my dick.

Whizzer knew exactly what he was doing, And he loved it, making me squirm. Somehow no matter where he was, he would always make you feel like he was dominating.

“You, come with me.” I hissed into his ear, dragging him to the back of the library, in the dusty philosophy section no one bothered to go. Even though I was the one who’s fingers were dug into his wrist, a look of boredom adorned his face that would almost never leave.

That was the challenge. Making him submit, and I always win. I spun him around and pushed his shoulders into the bookshelf, dust escaping from the old cracked spines of the books. For a second his lips parted and his eyes widened, but before I could confirm, his bored look appeared again.

“Oh Marv, I’m disappointed by your lack of foreplay.” He drawled as I bite at his neck. I know I’m not the first person to kiss down his body, I know I can only retrace lines that others have already drawn with their own kisses on his skin. I know that his scent had been inhaled by many before me.

No, I’m not going to delude myself as he pushes me against the wall, I’m not going to say that I’m the first.

But I hope I can be the last.