Falsettos one shots

There are around 120 anonymous Michelin restaurant inspectors around the world. They spend 3 out of every 4 weeks on the road, and must vacate a region for 10 years if they think a restaurant suspects their identity.

That's what Whizzer was, an anonymous Michelin restaurant inspector. Travelling the world, eating from incredible restaurant and staying in Beautiful hotels, trying to find the best restaurants in open air markets on the continent. It meant that he had exquisite taste, was well travelled, but never ended up having enough time for a relationship. Back when he was in college, he would've thought this would be his ideal life, the travelling, the parties the food, the endless string of lovers... but he knew he was growing up, he knew he needed something more permanent.

So he went back to America, visiting family and friends until he ended up in a restaurant in New York City. A burger joint, greasy fries and fatty burgers. Nothing particularly good, ordering a coffee at eleven pm and staring out onto the rainy street, watching the traffic and the bright yellow cabs pile up.

"Can I sit here?"

Whizzer turned to face a man in soaking wet suit, a small child tugging on the jacket sleeve.

"Sure." He dumped the burger back on the plate and slid his chair away from the other two, losing his appetite as the child picked at his nose. The man picked the child up and undid the bright yellow raincoat that made whizzer feel like he was in IT, then sat him down on the chair.

"Look Jason, don't tell mummy we're eating fast food, and don't tell her that I left you with a stranger while I went to dry off, okay?"

"Okay."

"I'm sorry to ask you this, but please don't let him wander off." The man addressed Whizzer who just shrugged, pushing his plate towards the child. Jason watched his dad walk awake, waving intensely, his whole hand moving as though he was drunk, unable to control it. Then he turned back to Whizzer.

"What's your name?"
"Whizzer."
"I like that. It's weird and cool."

The child picked up the burger, trying to stuff it all into his mouth, half of it falling out as Whizzer watched, slightly disgusted, slightly in awe of the child. He picked up the hot coffee, taking a sip, knowing he would be travelling soon, and needed something to take the edge off.

"Are you my daddy's boyfriend?"

Whizzer spat out the coffee, "what?"

"I heard my mummy yelling at my daddy because he likes dick. I don't know what that means."

"Umm, I'm not sure you're meant to say that? Uh no no... word?" Whizzer floundered, not sure what he was meant to say.

The man quickly strode back to the table "Thank you so much...uh"

"Brown, Whizzer Brown."

Marvin narrowed his eyes, "do you work at a federal agency?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You watch rather than listen, you carry yourself with grace, and you seem to be very observant and guarded. Are you FBI?"

Whizzer stared down at his coffee, this guy was cute, and Whizzer liked to play pretend sometimes. The man had a wife so wouldn't get too clingy, and his Son had outed him as gay...

"Sure am, what about you?"
"FBI also, white collar division. Agent Marvin Feldman."

Marvin stuck out his hand to shake Whizzer's.

"Ah, I'm in art crimes." Whizzer lied through his bright shining teeth as he smiled.

Marvin's phone ringing broke the undressing of each other as they stared.

"Will you excuse me, this is work."

Whizzer nodded and went back to watching Jason eat, "so, have you met any of your Daddy's boyfriends?" He asked, curiously.

"I don't think I'm meant to know, I just had a bad dream and I woke up to go downstairs and mummy was shouting and I felt sad."

Whizzer smiled sympathetically and turned back to the window, watching people hurry through the streets. Coming from a small city, New York felt like a whole new country to him, in a single minute, everything could change. Someone with fame and fortune could instantly be shunned away by society, people get together and are broken up the next second, restaurants are open then shut, going in and out of fashion as fast as clothes.

"Okay, Jason, we're going home."
"But I like Whizzer."
"We're leaving, right now."

The child dug his feet into the floor as Marvin took a hold of his hand and began to wail loudly, having a temper tantrum on the floor, adding to the loud clangs of the open kitchen behind him, people started staring and scoffing at the kid.

"Look Whizzer, you're an agent, it's eleven at night, I haven't slept in thirty six hours, there's a big 'thing' going on at work, and I need to get this kid off of the floor. Will you come home with me?"

"Sure, I have a flight in a couple hours and I wasn't planning on sleeping." It wasn't what Whizzer would do usually, but there was something about this man. Scruffy, looking as though he hadn't slept in weeks, but a rugged, raw handsomeness about him.

He followed Marvin out to a cab that he had hailed, and Jason began to lean on him as he fell asleep.

"I'm so sorry I had to ask you for this." Marvin whispered once Jason had finally fallen asleep.

"It's fine, really. He's cute."
"He's a pain in the ass but I love him."
"What was your work thing about?"
"I need to get to a safe house."
"What?"

Whizzers interest was officially peaked

"My cover was blown on my latest case, I have to pack up and get out tonight, but I'm so close to cracking it."

Whizzer cocked an eyebrow, dancing his fingers up onto Marvin's leg, placing his hand on his upper thigh.
"I'm always on the road, you can come with me, keep working the case."

"These are bad people, connections with the mafia." He shifted in his seat, Whizzers hand moving higher. "They'll be after us-"

"Who cares-" he leant in close to Marvin's face, making the short mans breath catch in his throat. "I always buy two plane tickets for leg room, I'm going to Italy."

"Italy? For what case." Whizzers eyes widened as he remembered his lie.

" I'm identifying some stolen art." He liked this version of himself, smart and confident. "Then I have a date in India."

"I guess it's better than being locked in a safe house like a prison. I'm in." He smiled, leaning in to kiss Whizzer. Suddenly Jason woke up and Marvin pulled back so fast he was almost a blur of motion. "Hey kid."

"Daddy, how long until we're home."
"Not too long Jason." He replied, kissing the top of his head and inhaling the strong scent of his child, thinking of how much he'll miss him.

The cab pulled up outside Marvin's house and whizzer was shocked to see the door open almost immediately by a woman in a nightgown, curlers in her hair. Marvin helped Jason out of the car and Whizzer waited inside, watching the scene from the dark window. He could see the bitter disappointment on the woman's face as she scolded Marvin for being out so late with the child, then she pointed to Whizzer and he felt his skin crawl at the hatred in her voice as she asked "who is that? Another slut?".

Marvin beckoned to Whizzer and he cautiously got out of the car, giving the woman a polite nod as he introduced himself.

"So you work with my husband?" Trina sneered.

"Umm sort of." Whizzer replied, "I'm sorry, I really don't want to intrude in your home life."

"Well you're already balls deep in it aren't you." Trina jeered, and Whizzer knew that she didn't mean that in a work way.

"Can Whizzer take me to bed please?" Jason whined in Trina's arms and she just sighed, handing him over to Whizzer reluctantly, giving him the death stare as he put Jason on his hip, carrying him where he pointed.

"I'm leaving tonight, my cover was blown."

"How long." Trina finally asked

"I don't know. I'll be in a safe house, but it's better if you don't visit, you'll be in danger. It's the mafia this time, they have people everywhere."

"Jason's going to be heartbroken."
"I'll see if I can call."

-

That was a month ago.

Whizzer and Marvin had taken up residence in a tiny village in the Italian alps until their cover was blown, Whizzer quickly whisking them off to Capri. He loved the aesthetic of the cliffs over looking the narrow rocky beaches and brilliant blue oceans. In Europe they were free to be who they wanted to be, Marvin not fearing that his wife would find out who he was sleeping with or what he was working on.

They would have sex, a lot. Passionate, rough, a lot of the time in public like people have in their twenties, which Marvin had missed, considering his wife was pregnant almost straight out of college. Whizzer would force Marvin out to a restaurant every night, unknown to Marvin, doing his actual job, a tiny note pad at the table which he would rate the food, service, wine, everything.

They were in a tiny coffee shop along a strand, a gorgeous little thing, narrow and long, glass ceiling where you could see the ivy climbing up from the exposed brick walls. Whizzer had his morning tea, and a piece of cake, Marvin jittering his leg up and down as Whizzer had spoken in fluent Italian, scared their cover would be blown again.

"Calm down Bebe." Whizzer had said in a faux Italian accent, "no one will know." Trailing a finger over marvin's lips. Marvin just watched the man, seeing him stick out his pinky finger as he drank his tea, delicately placing it back down on the saucer, and returning it to the high table they were sat around.

But Marvin kept his hand on his gun.

It was his saving grace.

As Whizzer went to the bar, paying for the bill they came in. He didn't notice at first, but Marvin did, thick Chicago accents as they asked a waitress something. Whizzer was busy flirting with the girl at the counter, pointing out the coffee line ghosting her lips and wiping it away.

One word out of place.

Whizzer calling out for "Marv" to ask if he had any change for a tip, and suddenly guns were out, shooting to the sky, cracking the glass ceiling as Whizzer kicked himself, diving over the counter, pushing down the girl into the corner, asking her to stay safe. He pulled out his petite notebook and quickly wrote down his notes of the meal and counted how many shots were fired without meaning to. After the first clip was used, he leapt over the counter, high kicking the gun out of the leaders hand.

"I was trained in Karate." He smirked as he knocked the guy out.