AIDS? What's that? Whatever it may be, Whizzer Brown never got it. He and Marvin's relationship prospered to some avail. However, some old habits are hard to break.
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THESE FISH WOULD NOT LEAVE. I TRIED DELETING THEM AND THEY WOULDN'T GO.
Well, the situation's this; He divorced his wife, he left his child, and he ran off... with a friend. In turn, his ex-wife found consolation in his psychiatrist. Friends were made along the way. Relationships started and ended. This time, however, tragedy didn't strike. Everybody lived, although I hesitate to say happily ever after.
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Marvin Gardens, the meteorologist. Whizzer Brown, the photographer. One a selfish old bastard who tore apart his own family, the other a cocky slam piece who could get any man he laid his eyes upon. Who knew these two would be perfect for each other.
Of course, their relationship didn't start out all that gracefully. To put it as simply as possible, it started off with a fight-then-fuck mentality, their bickering serving as some form of sick foreplay. Of course, this ended up creating a frail but deep bond between the two. One fell first, the other fell harder, a similar story to the one you've heard so many times. They never called themselves boyfriends, but that begs the question of what exactly they are. Advanced fuckbuddies? Friends with a hell of a lot of benefits? They typically called themselves partners, noncommitting but telling.
Marvin exerts a harsh and often dismissive exterior, but it really doesn't take much to get him to soften up as long as you treat him right. He and Whizzer's turbulent relationship taught him many things; how to pull the stick out of his ass, how to give and receive proper affection, and most important of all, how to love. The shift in Marvin's personality startled his family and friends, but boy were they glad they didn't have to put up with, quite frankly, a complete dickhead. Of course, he wasn't a completely changed man; he was still pretty temperamental and easy to wound at times. Whatever the case, Whizzer was just happy he now had a real partner instead of an experiment just itching to fail.
May 12, 1981. 5:00 PM.
Marvin and Whizzer were up to nothing, simply lounging in their apartment, Whizzer's head in Marvin's lap as Marvin played with his hair idly. The news reporters on the TV droned on about some tragedy striking the nation, as per usual, and neither of them were paying any mind to it. The two really had nothing to do; the weather was about as stable and predictable as it could get for the next few days and business was slow for Whizzer's photography business, which he didn't concern himself with as much anymore. It was days like this that they could appreciate each other in tranquility, relish in the fact that they were together. They still visited Marvin's family from time to time, and Jason still came over on weekends much to his own dismay. He loved his father, but it was such a pain flitting between homes just to end up with... well, his father. Whizzer was his favorite part of the weekends since it felt as if he was the only one who truly saw him sometimes. It had been getting a little annoying with Whizzer always seeming to hang off of Marvin's side, but the payoff of Marvin being somewhat tolerable than he had been in the past was begrudgingly worth it.
Abruptly, a tea kettle began screaming in the kitchen, startling Marvin and Whizzer and otherwise ruining the sense of calm that was between them moments ago. Whizzer jolted upright from his position on Marvin's lap- much to Marvin's dismay- and hurried off to silence the kettle and pour his tea inside into one of the deeply intricate teacups resting among the other sets of fine china in the cabinets. Marvin fixed his position on the couch to watch his partner, his careful yet easily flowing movements captivating him. He was so... perfect. It was alarming at times.
Whizzer's favorite thing to do that didn't involve touching Marvin in some way was cozy up by the windowsill, tea in hand, and simply watch the view. They lived on floor 13 of the apartment complex, and the window faced towards an almost immaculate view of the city. High enough to look over the traffic and shorter, less interesting buildings, and low enough to appreciate the feeling of being surrounded by the soothing commotion of New York City. Something about the chaos surrounding him comforted him. It made him feel less chaotic himself.
"Marvin, get over here," he beckoned, not bothering to look over at him or even make any gestures, too entranced by the beauty outside the window. Marvin acted annoyed by this request, but in reality was hoping for an excuse to get closer to Whizzer. He got up off the couch with a feigned groan and walked over to where Whizzer was standing.
"What?" Marvin asked, now mildly confused by why he had been called over.
"Look," was all Whizzer said in response, gesturing towards the window. Unfortunately, due to Marvin's height and noticeable architectural flaws, he could not see out of the window as easily as Whizzer, who surely surpassed the average male height and teased Marvin for his own slightly-below-average height every chance he got. Marvin still attempted to look out of the window to see what Whizzer was so charmed by, but to no avail. He gave up and stared at the wall in front of him, sulking silently.
Whizzer rolled his eyes at this bratty display before an idea popped into his head. He glanced down at Marvin and smiled roguishly as he set the teacup down on the counter beside him. Before Marvin could look over at him or even react, Whizzer's hands were clasped firmly around his waist and he was hoisted up in front of the windowsill. Marvin yelped in surprise at the sudden action and squirmed in his grip, trying futilely to get out of the demeaning position.
"What the hell are you doing?! Put me down!" he whined petulantly, shifting and struggling which only caused Whizzer's grip to tighten.
"I'm showing you the view." Whizzer said, grinning victoriously at the display in his hands.
"...You are so over the top," Marvin muttered, eventually going slack in his hold and reluctantly looking out the window. The previous frustration faded away a little at the sight. "...That is a nice view."
"I told you, didn't I?" Whizzer teased, giving Marvin a firm squeeze before letting his grip slacken so Marvin could finally escape from his grasp. "You need to loosen up a little."
"That doesn't mean I need to let you do whatever the hell you want to me." Marvin grumbled, his pride wounded at being handled like he was some child. He walked back over to the couch, sat down, and propped his arms up on the armrest facing Whizzer, his chin between his hands. "I think you need to be less domineering."
Whizzer glanced over at Marvin and scoffed amusedly before outright laughing at his comment. "Oh, of course! You're right! I need to be less domineering. I need to be less controlling. Right."
Marvin's face turned a bit red at hearing Whizzer's laughter, but he quickly shook it off and sent a glare his way instead. "I'm not wrong. You know I'm right."
"Mm... do I? It sounds to me like you're just being a little hypocritical, is all." Whizzer shrugged nonchalantly, which really irked Marvin.
"Hypocritical, huh? Please. You know how much it bothers you when I have it my way." Marvin retorted haughtily, pushing himself off of the armrest and turning away from Whizzer even though he could feel his gaze on him.
"Well, your way is terrible," Whizzer argued. "I want to be your boyfriend, not your personal housewife."
"Be both," Marvin replied offhandedly, hardly listening to him anymore. If he were, he'd surely get flustered by the comment of Whizzer saying he wanted to be his boyfriend. "Can't be too difficult."
"You haven't changed a bit, have you?"
"I- Fuck you mean I haven't changed? I've changed plenty. Maybe you ought to do some damn changing."
"Touchy, touchy," Whizzer taunted, tutting and redirecting his gaze to the window.
"You cheeky bastard! I swear to god, if you don't shut your pretty mouth I'm going to-"
