Falsettos one shots

The glimpses in the hallways were enough for Marvin, trying not to seem creepy as his eyes followed Whizzer Brown. He would see him often, watch him laugh with his friend by a locker, or see an older man pick him up in a truck, his troubles returned with a kiss. Sometimes his stares were rewarded, Whizzer catching his eye and smirking, forcing Marvin to look away in an instant, but it was the attention he craved from him. The attention he needed.

The whole school knew of Whizzer Brown, coming up in conversation with friends at least once a week. Whizzer was known for his amount of sexual partners, known for breaking up couples and starting fires that others couldn’t put out. He looked gorgeous doing it, tall, confident in his own skin, but always ready for a fight.

Everyday, a new rumour was being strung about him, “Whizzer Brown? I heard he had sex with a teacher!” Or “did you hear? lily and Henry broke up! bet it had something to do with Whizzer.”

A new man a week, alternating with his favourites. But every day, Marvin would watch him. See the pick up truck roll up, Whizzer roll his eyes, flick his cigarette away and reluctantly get into it, the man instantly clamping his hand around Whizzers thigh as he shifts uncomfortably, giving him a tiny peck. Something about it sent a chill down Marvin’s spine, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and even if he did, he would be invisible to Whizzer Brown anyway.

That’s why it was odd when he was sat in the school library one day, retyping an essay out aggressively, when none other than Whizzer Brown sat opposite him.

“I hear you need some help.” Whizzer had a quiet voice that was enchanting, causing Marvin to widen his eyes.

“Sorry?” he had basically just been focusing on the way Whizzers shirt clung to his chest.

“Oh, well I volunteer to tutor so I get more free periods. I chose you Marvin, I see you stare, quite a lot more than others in fact.” He said, reaching over and closing Marvin’s laptop.

“You tutor… me?”

“I’ve got a 4.3 GPA, why do you say it like… that?” Whizzer asked, a grimace on his face.

“I just… you…” Marvin flushed bright red. “I am not going to be one of your ‘conquests’” he managed to spit out, drawing bunny ears in the air.

“Why? is it because you’re straight, because that’s never been an issue before.” He winked getting up to leave, “send me a text telling me when you’re gonna pick me up, and please wear something nicer than-“ he waved his finger at Marvin “- that.” He strutted off, through the turnstiles.

“Um, I don’t have your number?” Marvin called out after him.

“Find it.”

He was met by a loud shush from the librarian and Whizzer Brown, the icon that he was, stuck up his middle finger, not looking back.

Marvin searched for his number, asking the few friends he had, and eventually decided to pluck up the courage to speak to Whizzer Brown’s closest friend. A tall French boy called Lafayette, known to be another one of Whizzers so called fuck buddies. He was 6”4 and Marvin felt like an ant walking up to him, scared of being stomped on.

“Hi, I’m Marvin… not that it matters, can you give me Whizzers number please.” He stammered, words tripping over each other in an attempt to leave his mouth as fast as possible.

“Hmmm…” the boy replied, closing his locker and looking down at Marvin, tying up his thick kinky hair, “whizzer said you’d try to get it.” Marvin smiled sweetly, or at least it felt sweet, “oh fuck, that face is scary. Gimme your phone.”

He didn’t know whether to be insulted or happy, handing Lafayette his phone and the number being typed in quickly.

“You hurt him… I will shit up your ass.”
“That seems complicated.” Lafayette took a step towards him and Marvin ran, realising that Lafayette’s idiom had probably been lost in translation.

He texted Whizzer when he got home, anxious for the reply. Whizzer Brown was the reason he knew he was gay, and now he was studying with him, he was suggestive, and utterly fuckable.

His phone beeped and he leapt up to read it, the words blurry as he put back on his glasses again.

“You know when I ask straight people how they know they’re straight they never really answer, I just want someone one day to tell me that they gave someone a blow job in a McDonald’s car park and 10/10 would not recommend, now they’re positive they’re straight.”

“I’m sorry, is that a yes for Saturday?”

“Sure. Pick me up and take me to yours, I wanna see what your bedroom is like.”

Marvin felt the butterflies tingle in his stomach and grow as he thought of Whizzer Brown in his bedroom. Then he glanced at it and realised he was in big trouble, clothes strewn everywhere, books on every surface, old cartons of take out. Quickly, he got to work, cleaning and tidying.

Saturday morning came too slowly, as though time was working against him. Marvin got in his crappy car, trying to start it up three times before he was finally able to switch it into drive. He turned on google maps as he drove. He kept going further and further out of town, until finally he made to a set of flats, pulling up outside. He didn’t see anything, just waited, and suddenly Whizzer was out of the closest one, running full pelt towards him.

“Okay, drive!”

“What?”

“Fuck Marvin, get this car in gear and get out of here!” Whizzer Brown yelled as he turned around, seeing a figure lumbering towards them, “shit, we’re not gonna make it.”

Marvin quickly managed to get the car in drive and did a 180, driving back in the direction of his house as Whizzer took a deep breath in, returning his voice to his normal volume.

“What the fuck was that?!” Marvin asked as he took frequent looks in the rear view mirror.

“That was my boyfriend. I was meant to be filming stuff and didn’t want to, although I never really want to.”

“Filming… stuff…?” Marvin repeated curiously.

“I don’t know.”

Marvin scoffed “How can you not know?”

“I don’t know? sex I guess, I’m usually unconscious, but I switched the drinks today.”

“Holy shit! What the hell Whizzer?”

“What? Isn’t that normal?”
“What the actual fuck! No that is not normal! Shit I need to get you to a police station.”

“No.” Whizzers voice was firm, “I love him. It’s okay.”

Marvin decided just to drive, taking frequent scared looks at Whizzer. “Does he hurt you.”

“I don’t remember.”
“Do you have unexplained bruises?”

“Yes, on my ass, and my neck, and my back has these lash marks.”

“Fuck. How long has this been happening?”

“We got together when I was thirteen.”

“Holy fucking shit.” Marvin took a short cut, driving faster and faster until he reached the nearest police precinct. “Hey, I live above here, let’s go inside.”

He coerced Whizzer into giving a statement.

Some how the whole school got wind of what was happening.

A week later the statement was released saying how Whizzer Brown had sadly taken his own life.

His rapist went to the funeral, standing next to some of Whizzers best friends or otherwise known as Fuck buddies.