Falsettos one shots

“So. what’ll it be?”

Marvin’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the man leaning against the pillar, a slight look of bemusement ghosting his lips as he stared back.

“Aww puppy, I’m just messing with you.” Whizzer laughed, ”a meeting if you solve the case, no sex involved.”

“Puppy?”
“Agent Feldman.”

Marvin pursed his lips,” alright, I’m going to have to cuff you now Brown.”

“Usually I wait until the third time we fuck to get kinky, but I think I can make an exception.” He giggled, winking as he put out his arms for the cuffs. The white shirt he was wearing rode up to his forearm and Marvin noticed the white barcode lines on his inner wrists, not wanting to spook him, He ignored them, letting his frown lines become more prominent. He pulled Whizzer up gently, gripping onto Whizzers bicep to steady him and began to walk him out, tiny flutters as he felt the muscles ripple under his hand.

“Why an art Gallery, why not your mothers house?” Marvin asked curiously, trying to distract himself from the tightening in his chest.

“Put your hand in my back pocket.” Whizzer replied plainly, Marvin stopping dead in his tracks, deadpanning to him. Whizzer rolled his eyes,” I’m not gonna make you do anything weird.”

Marvin slowly slid his hand into the pocket, Whizzer maintaining his eye contact, a low growl growing at the bottom of his throat as he felt the slight increase of pressure on his ass… then nothing as Marvin removed his hand, an old piece of a frayed, newspaper in his palm. He unfolded it in one hand, not daring to let go of Whizzer for fear he would lock pick the cuffs. “Is this here?” He asked, straining his eyes at the black and white photo.

“Yep, my mama wanted to display her art here-“ he gestured to the top of page “- she wrote ‘Whizzers gallery’ on it when I was ten, and her dream sort of became mine.”

Marvin nodded, walking him out of the building in silence, Cordelia congratulating him on the arrest. He put his hand on Whizzers head to protect it as he sat him in the backseat of his government issued car, locking the door after him.

“Look Delia, imma get him back to the jail alone, need to Think some things through.”

“You know what Agent Feldman, I think that’s a great idea.” Whizzer yelled from the backseat of the car.

“How the fuck does he do that” Cordelia whispered.
“I can lip read!” Whizzer replied, waving through the open window
Marvin rolled his eyes at the show off, “And pick locks, I need to handcuff him again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He pulled out of the car park, watching Whizzer in the mirror. “ you were gonna say yes weren’t you.” Whizzer asked quietly, catching Marvin’s eye for a second.

Marvin became defensive, his face going red with anger,” what? With you? I’m straight.”

“You’re really adamant about that aren’t you puppy.”
“Stop calling me puppy, I’m older and less attractive than you.”
“But you’re cute. Especially when I make you all flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.”
“Is that why you’re blushing?”

Marvin clenched his jaw in annoyance, forcing his eyes back onto the the road, his thoughts drifting to how nice his warm bed would be when he got home. His wife trying to stay up for him, only to fall asleep sitting upright, losing her page in the crime thriller she would read. The warm glow of the bedside lamps, his son asleep in his own bed a couple rooms down, the happiness as he dreamt.

“What’ve got your wife.” Whizzer interrupted his day dreams.
“Sorry?”
“Your wedding anniversary. It’s tomorrow. No way, did you forget?!”

Marvin glanced around his watch, noticing how close it was to midnight,” shit.”
“Tell her it’s my fault, she’s really nice you know.”
“Of course I know, I married her.”
“Not by choice.”
“How do you know that?”
“Marvin, you think you know everything about me, but It works both ways. Had to know who I was running from.”

Marvin slowed the car down at the jail, waiting for the guards to swarm around them. He turned in his seat, the leather cold on his ankles as his trousers rode up slightly” what’s the computer chip?”

“You promise a meeting?”
“I promise.if you’re right”
“Canada’s latest security measure on their hundred dollar bills.”

With that, he was gone, guards handcuffing him to themselves to stop him escaping, a smile on his face and he watched Marvin through the glass windshield, yelling something that was lost in the wind.

“ I’m always right.”

-

“Calm down love, it’s only a meeting.” Marvin said as Trina set down his bowl of porridge in front of him. She quickly took a seat next to Jason, using a napkin to wipe some of the gloop that had dropped down his chin. “I actually need to thank him as well, pass the sugar?”

“But I just don’t feel comfortable with you meeting up with a criminal!” She replied, moving to sit next to Marvin.

“Are you going to eat?” Marvin asked. Trina shrugged, making Marvin feel slightly sick,” anyway, my job is catching criminals, this is safe, will you please pass the sugar?”

“This is not safe! You are going into a prison!”

“Cool!” Jason Murmured, both parents looking up to see him drop an entire spoonful down himself.

Marvin’s jaw was set solid as he huffed slightly at the non existent sugar being handed to him. “In theory, they shouldn’t have weapons in jail. This is non negotiable, I promised him. Where’s the sugar?”

“You also promised to be there for me yet you still missed our entire wedding anniversary!”

“I told you!”Marvin felt the twinge of guilt as he lied to her, “I hadn’t caught him yet! Pass the sugar please!”

She slammed the sugar bowl down in front of him and left, every footstep making the stairs creak above them in her aggression. He was just about done with his breakfast when he heard the knock.

“It’s open!” He called out, and in came Cordelia. He admired her for a second in her pantsuit, if she wasn’t a lesbian he probably would’ve boned her by now. They were in the same housing in college, often drinking wine coolers on the kitchen floor at midnight discussing girl troubles and studied criminal law together.
“You ready boss.”
“Yeah.”

He got up, ruffling Jason’s hair and yelling up the stairs to Trina, who did not reply, and followed Cordelia out to the car.

“Do you think it’s bad missing your anniversary?”
“You missed your anniversary?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s bad.”
“I know.”
“You lied to her about why, didn’t you.”
“Yup.”
“Okay, the secret to having a working marriage, is to actually be truthful to the person you’re married to.”

“But I didn’t want to tell her that I’d forgot it.”

Cordelia got in the drivers side, putting her phone into its holder, “who reminded you?”

“Brown” he laughed and the car started, Cordelia carefully reversing out of the drive.”you drive like such a woman”

“No you just drive like a man, you prick.”

They filled the drive with small talk, discussing theories on what Whizzer wanted and how Marvin could make it up to Trina. Their relationship had never been formal, and Marvin liked that, she wasn’t afraid to be honest to the boss.

“I don’t want you coming in Delia.”
“To the prison? Why not?” She asked as she parked the car.

“I- Brown and I have a very- odd relationship. It’s something you’d look too deep into.”

“Fine.” She scoffed, unbuckling her seat belt,” but you cannot tell me off for flirting with that cute guard over there.” She pointed towards the entrance and Marvin followed her arm.

“You, misses, are married, plus she’s not your type.”

“It makes Charlotte jealous, then we have fucking hot sex. who cares if she’s my type of not, at the end of the day, my wife is the only person I need.” She began to walk with purpose to the guard, before turning around a couple of steps later,”how long did you say you’d be?”

“Not sure.” Marvin followed Cordelia to the entrance where he flashed his badge. The distinct buzz of the door let him through the gate as he turned to sneak one last glance at his partner, leaning against the fence, throwing her head back in fake laughter, being overly touchy.

He followed another guard through the winding prison until they reached the private visiting block, reserved for lawyers and federal agents. Suddenly he saw him through the plastic window on the door, Whizzer brown leaning back in his bolted down chair, legs up on the table as he stared at his outstretched arms. Marvin took a deep breath, striding into the room and Whizzer pulled his arms across his chest.

“You were right.” Marvin said as he sat opposite, for the first time in his life admitting someone else was better than him at something.

“I told you, I’m always right.”

There was a second of silence as the pair tried to figure each other out.

“So, Whizzer Brown. Why am I here?”

Whizzer cocked his head to the side and he blinked harshly as he heard his full name.

“I want to get out of here.”
“You only had 2 weeks, you’re now back to three years. There’s nothing I can do!” Marvin replied getting up and turning to the door, signalling the guard.

“CI. Criminal informant.” Whizzer interjected desperately, breaking his usually composed Demeanour.

Marvin turned quickly,” I would never trust you enough to let you out.”

“Tracking anklet. The latest ones have accuracy of up to a block, you can tell almost exactly where I am from miles away.” He slipped a piece of research across the table, Marvin quickly glancing over it.

“What happens if you slip it, or cut it?”

Whizzer pointed to a paragraph halfway down the page. “I can’t, they’re on their own server, makes them almost impossible to hack, and if you cut them, it sets of an alarm on the tracker.”

“Why do I need you?”

Whizzer swung his legs back onto the floor and leant down on his elbows, slightly wincing as Marvin sat back down opposite him. “Because you said ‘need’ rather than ‘want’.”

“Pardon?”

“You need me. You don’t want me, you need me. I was right about the computer chip, what else could I be right about?”

Marvin screwed his eyes shut as he tried to make a decision,” How did you know what it was exactly, down to the precise bill?”

“We run in different circles.”

“But that was only one case. How do I know if I can trust you to do this on every case.”

“Because, puppy, I am an alleged art thief and con artist. I can tell you exactly where to get a perfect fake ID, how to break into the MOMA, how to forge a signature, or a van goh piece, or a vintage stamp…” He reached out to touch Marvin’s hand, quickly pulling it back as he realised what he was doing. His voice dropped naturally, almost to a whisper “I can help you.”

To an outsider, those four words were simple, but Marvin could feel Whizzer reach into his soul and tell him exactly what he needed to do to feel again. He stared at Whizzer, the strands of hair that fell into his eyes, the tiny bumps on his chin from where he dried shaved off his beard to help him escape, and whizzer just stared back.

“I don’t need you.” Was all he was able to muscle out, pulling back into reality.

“Say it again, this time convince me.”

“I- I don’t…” Whizzer moved fast, quickly lunging forward, his face less than a centimetre away from Marvin’s and he softly kissed him, hands holding Marvin’s down tight on the desk. Then there were the yells of the guards, Marvin completely out of it as Whizzer was hauled out of the door, not phased at all, the bored look coming back.

Marvin raced after him, a guard pushing him back as he yelled down the corridor, “I’m in.”