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Whizzer Brown liked to believe he was an intelligent man. Of course, even smart men make foolish decisions, but overall he thought he had proven himself. Working in photography required focus and an intimate understanding of lighting and posing. It took brains to figure out who of the men at the bar would be the easiest screw. When he needed to, Whizzer could use his head to get out of uncomfortable situations. Whizzer Brown was not a stupid man.
That was until Marvin.
It had begun simple enough. A few drinks sent Whizzer’s way led to Marvin’s hand on Whizzer’s ass led to Whizzer ready to get down on his knees in the dirty bar bathroom for an easy lay.
But what had seemed simple quickly unraveled.
Whizzer grabbed Marvin’s hand and was leading him to the men’s room before the older man had stopped him. Whizzer turned around, a sour look on his face.
“If you’re getting cold feet, you had better at least buy me another drink on your way out.” Whizzer spat, tugging his wrist from Marvin’s grip.
“I- what? I’m sorry, does me not wanting to screw in a grimey bathroom like you’re just some whore somehow upset your dreams for how this night would go?” Marvin glared at Whizzer, some sort of hurt in his eyes.
Whizzer was briefly baffled, pulling attention from his unchecked facial expression with a scoff. “Uh, yeah? This is how it goes. You buy me a drink, we fuck, you go back to your normal life and I try to score another free drink. And if you want to screw out here in the open then I’d hate to break it to you but I’m not going to risk a public indecency charge just to give you head. Now, are you coming?”
“No.”
Whizzer pulled back, his face scrunching up. “Fine, if you’re so against this…”
“No, I mean- let me take you somewhere. If we’re doing this, I want it to be somewhere I’ll be comfortable.” Marvin stepped forward, invading Whizzer’s personal breath as he whispered in his ear, “Is it so bad that I want to get you alone?”
Whizzer let his jaw drop before smoothing his face out into a more controlled expression. “Fine. But I’m not letting you take me anywhere. We’ll go to my place, it isn’t far.” Marvin nodded, following Whizzer as he ducked out the rear door of the bar.
In the taxi, Whizzer had palmed at Marvin just enough to keep him interested. There was no use getting him more worked up than he already was. Marvin’s face was hot, his cheeks red and lips scarred from biting. He had practically ran to get into Whizzer’s apartment, immediately pinning the man against the wall and kissing furiously.
From there their excursion followed a typical path for Whizzer’s hookups. Marvin layed back, Whizzer gave him head, and that was that.
“You can go now.” Whizzer gestured to the door as he pulled his pants back on. Turning briefly to the man next to him, he noticed his confused expression. “What, were you expecting a kiss at the door?”
The man, Marvin, Whizzer reminded himself, looked up at Whizzer like a lost puppy. “You don’t… want anything?” Whizzer laughed, searching the floor for Marvin’s shirt, which he had carelessly discarded.
“What I would like is for a rich benefactor to put me up in a nicer flat. But for now, I’d like for you to go so I can take care of myself. No offense, but you don’t exactly look like you know what you’re doing in the sexual department, especially when it comes to queers.” Whizzer passed Marvin his shirt, pushing it into his chest with a playful smile.
Marvin’s brows furrowed, a stubborn look crawling up on his face. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Whizzer sighed. “Look, Marvin. We both know that you aren’t exactly,” Whizzer paused, glancing obviously at the ring on the man’s right hand, “Out. You’re going to be a fumbling mess and I’m not going to enjoy myself. Go back to the wife I’m sure you keep just satisfied enough for her not to question you and leave me to my own proclivities.” Whizzer attempted to turn around, but a hand on the back of his pants stopped him. Marvin glared at Whizzer, a look of fierce determination on his face.
“Get on the bed.” Whizzer’s eyes widened as he leaned back on the bed. Marvin moved forward, tossing his shirt to the floor. “I am going to make this good for you, but that doesn’t mean anything if you don’t let me. Are we clear?” Whizzer laughed, a hungry smile spreading.
“Have at it, cowboy.”
Marvin was fast in pulling Whizzer’s pants back off, admiring the look of his half-hard cock straining against his boxers. He let his hand snake up Whizzer’s thigh, appreciating the soft gasp the man let out at the contact. Moving forward, he pressed soft kisses to Whizzer’s collarbones. Whizzer allowed his hands to roam against Marvin’s back, massaging the tense muscles there. Marvin moaned softly when Whizzer’s hands dug in deeper, allowing his own hand to brush against Whizzer’s boxers.
Apparently emboldened, Marvin dipped down, his breath hot against Whizzer’s hips, and damn it if that didn’t bring a flush to Whizzer’s face. “You don’t have to do that, just use your hand.” Marvin glared back, licking a stripe down from Whizzer’s naval.
“All I want is you, right now. Let me have it.” With that, Marvin dragged Whizzer’s boxers off, ambitiously swallowing his entire cock in one move. Whizzer winced in sympathy as Marvin choked.
“Jesus Christ, take it easy!” Whizzer moved to cup the man’s face before the intimacy of that action hit him, instead running his fingers through Marvin’s unruly hair, pulling him up towards his face. Marvin coughed hard before swallowing deeply.
“I’m fine. Just let me figure it out.” Marvin reached out a hand to tease the base of Whizzer’s dick, gently lapping over the tip with his tongue. Whizzer moaned, gripping onto Marvin’s hair. Marvin began slowly swallowing more of Whizzer as the man made a mental note that Marvin responded well to encouragement.
With a solid part of Whizzer in his mouth, Marvin began bobbing his head, encouraging soft moans from the man above him. Whizzer threaded his fingers through Marvin’s hair as he settled into a steady rhythm.
“Fuck Marvin, just like that.” Whizzer encouraged, feeling himself getting harder. Marvin smirked around him, flicking his tongue over the tip. “Jesus- that's it.”
Marvin pulled off with a lewd pop, bringing his hand up to stroke at Whizzer’s cock. “I’m Jewish, actually.”
Whizzer whimpered at the loss of the shorter man’s warm mouth, threading his hands through his hair and pulling him back down. “I am too, actually, but I swear to God I will send you to Christian hell if you stop right now.” Whizzer rasped, his hands sliding down to cup Marvin’s face. Marvin laughed, squeezing the base of Whizzer’s cock and delighting in the way the man bucked his hips up.
“Right, right, but I’m a ‘fumbling mess’. You know, maybe you were right and I should just let you deal with this.” Marvin teased before returning his mouth to its ministrations.
“Shit- fuck, Marvin, I’m close- don’t stop, don’t stop.” Whizzer bucked his hips as Marvin hollowed out his cheeks, sucking hard. Whizzer came with a shout, moaning Marvin’s name as he spilled into his mouth. Marvin seemed slightly surprised as Whizzer’s seed spilled into his mouth, but he quickly swallowed down as much as he could, pulling off and licking his lips.
Whizzer panted as he came down from his high, pulling Marvin up and kissing him passionately. Marvin returned his enthusiasm as he feathered a hand through Whizzer’s hair.
The pair flopped down side by side, shoulders barely touching. When he looked to his right, Whizzer could swear Marvin was an angel. His face red and flushed, his hair mussed from Whizzer’s tugging… It felt like something out of a storybook. Whizzer’s very own Prince Charming. It was almost laughable.
But for once, Whizzer didn’t laugh. Instead, Whizzer acquiesed to a very human urge as he rolled closer to Marvin, allowing his head to rest on the man’s full chest. Whizzer listened to Marvin’s heartbeat, feeling it beat to the same rhythm as his own. It was almost romantic, Whizzer thought. Two pictures of human imperfectionism, tangled up together like a rennaisance sculpture. Hearts beating as one, breaths coming and going in time.
“You’ve got a natural talent for blowjobs.” Whizzer joked, distracting himself from the strange feeling bubbling up in his gut. Marvin laughed in response, letting his hands travel up and down Whizzer’s back. Whizzer delighted in the smile that came to the man’s face- smug, sure, but beyond that there was an elation from Whizzer’s words. Whizzer made that smile happen. “Or maybe it was just beginner’s luck.”
Whizzer laughed as Marvin sent him a dirty look. “Maybe you’ll have to have me back over so I can prove it wasn’t.” Marvin’s tone was light, but Whizzer felt the implied question weighing down on him. ‘Will you let me be with you again?’
Whizzer didn’t do relationships. Not anymore. His life had been too messy. There were just too many moving parts to fit a whole nother person and all their moving parts in as well.
But then there was that stupid smile that Whizzer had brought to Marvin’s face. That pretentious smirk that had Whizzer’s stomach doing backflips.
“I’ll give you my number, and we can see how things play out. Alright?”
Marvin grinned, nodding enthusiastically. Whizzer rolled his eyes, but as he turned away from Marvin a smile crept up on his face. The flurry of butterflies in his stomach were definitely unrelated to the man next to him and his stupid charming face.
Whizzer scribbled down his number on the back of a takeout receipt, whipping around and passing it to the man on his bed with a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t lose this.” The double meaning, the implication of ‘Don’t leave me alone for long,’ turned Marvin’s face a soft red. Marvin nodded, sliding the receipt into the pocket of his discarded pants.
After Marvin was gone, Whizzer sat down on his couch, a soft sigh escaping his lips. How long had it been since he had allowed a man in his apartment? Six months? A year? And even then, they hadn’t been in his bed. Whizzer hadn’t laid with his head on their chests, delighted in how he had made them smile. Whizzer’s head swirled as he thought about Marvin.
Who was that asshole anyway, crawling into Whizzer’s mind and making his home there? Marvin and his stupid smile. Marvin and his stupid pretty eyes. Marvin and his strong arms and firm kisses and-
No. No more thinking about him. Marvin was just a guy. Whizzer knew plenty of guys that would kill to be with him. With a sigh, Whizzer flopped down against the sofa, his eyes falling on the phone on the wall. The phone, which hadn’t rung yet. The phone that Marvin would hopefully (please, god, let him) call and make plans to see Whizzer again.
Fuck, Whizzer thought with a smile, There is something wrong with me.