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Marvin sniffed quietly as he moved to try and get more comfortable, or as comfortable as he could get in a tiny laundry cupboard. He blinked his eyes constantly, trying to adjust to the light, and wished he had brought his glasses. Marvin stood cramped and still as he heard some voices getting closer and louder.
“Why did I come to this party?” He thought to himself. He pushed his plain brown hair back and hugged himself. He felt the stupid music through the wall and he heard people screeching and squealing through the door. He heard a thump against the wall, “probably a person being shoved,” Marvin assumed. He moved a bit more and pushed at the walls a little, knowing full well that it would do nothing. He wasn’t claustrophobic, but he didn’t enjoy being cooped up with so much noise everywhere. How was everything still so loud in that tiny cupboard?
Then he heard another thump, louder this time. Marvin twitched, nerves crawling up his legs. Another thump. And another. And another. Each one louder than the last. The thumping on the wall stopped. Marvin shuddered at the thought of what it might’ve been. The he heard liquid being spilled, something glass shatter, and a deep voice screech. Marvin made up his mind; he was leaving, now was the right time.
Just as Marvin started shifting to leave, the door swung open and someone threw themselves in, puffing. The room shrunk rapidly and Marvin was pushed up even further against the wall. The tall boy that was now occupying the other half of the tiny laundry room. Marvin felt the other boy’s breath on his face. It was not a pleasant feeling, especially since he could smell the alcohol.
“Hey,” the tall boy said, breathing in deeply. “Name’s Whizzer.”
Marvin didn’t respond. He knew who Whizzer was. Whizzer, however, did not know who Marvin was. Whizzer was popular for all the wrong reasons. He was caught in a classroom after school hours with an ‘unknown person.’ Everyone pieced it together when one of the math teachers took an ‘overdue holiday.’
That was the classroom that Marvin studied in. Everyone thought it was a one off time that Whizzer and the teacher ‘had a fun time.’ It was actually more like the 23rd time. Marvin was always in there, studying until his brain shut down, but almost every day, Whizzer would waltz in, sit on Marvin’s desk, and tell him to get the fuck out. He was always too tired to complain so he just packed up and left.
Then there was the one time Marvin left his AP English project in the back of the class. The teacher and the student didn’t lock the door, and so Marvin walked right on in. He stood wide eyed, gawking. Never in all the seventeen years of his life did he think he’d walk in on something like this. Marvin backed out of the room and slammed the door shut, rubbing his eyes, and tried to forget. The teacher left the classroom shortly after and told Marvin he passed every exam for the rest of the year.
Marvin continued to study in that class and he was undisturbed for about three weeks before the tall boy swaggered in and evicted him. Marvin kept his mouth shut. He never said anything. Whizzer hadn’t told Marvin to not say anything but he kept his mouth shut anyway. He pictured Whizzer most likely beating him up behind the school and Marvin preferred to stay un-beat up.
Now he was staring Whizzer directly in the eyes, having his face covered in the tall boy’s alcohol tinged breath. Whizzer brushed his hair back with one hand, smirking slightly.
“I said hi. What, can you not speak or something?”
Marvin fumbled with his words, getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. “You’re Whizzer Brown.”
“Yup,” the taller boy tried stretching out and pushed Marvin backwards into the wall. “You are?”
Marvin hunched himself forward, making room for himself. “Marvin,” he replied sharply.
“Okay then Marvin, what’re you doing in here?”
“I could ask you the same thing. I was in here first.”
“Well if you really must know.” Whizzer shifted. “God, this is small. Move over.”
“I can’t.” Marvin pushed the taller boy slightly.
“Alright, no need to shove.”
It was dark in the tiny room, but Marvin could still see Whizzer’s stuck up smirk and his arched eyebrow. Then Marvin realised he was pretty. Whizzer was very pretty.
“So. Some guy pissed me off and we tussled a bit before I dumped a whole fucking bowl of juice or some shit all over him. So I ran and now I’m hiding here.”
Neither of them said anything. Until Marvin did.
“You don’t remember me, do you?”
“Shit.” Whizzer stiffened and Marvin bit the inside of his lip. “Did I blow you or something? This is awkward.”
“No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Marvin said, getting more and more nervous by the second. He could still smell the alcohol and he felt sweat forming on his forehead. “No, that’s not it.”
“Oh,” Whizzer muttered simply. “Should I know you?”
“I don’t know. My name’s Marvin. I’m… That guy.” Marvin shrugged and both of them had to shuffle around a bit.
“That guy? How specific.”
“Shut up,” Marvin retorted. “I’m the guy you kicked out of that class all the time.”
Whizzer processed this for a moment and then nodded his head, “oh, yeah! Why did you not pick a different room?”
“Why did you not pick a different room.”
It was Whizzer’s turn to shrug. “It was fun kicking you out, I guess.”
Marvin crinkled his nose, sick to the stomach thinking about it. Whizzer noticed this and grinned.
“You homophobic or some shit? Didn’t think your teacher would actually do that? Or are you only now realising that we probably fucked on the desk you sat at?”
Marvin’s eyes grew wide. “You… You what?”
“Yeah,” Whizzer leant back. “Shame we got caught. It was actually kinda fun.”
Marvin mumbled something he definitely shouldn’t have said. Whizzer’s devilish smile vanished.
“What?” Whizzer put his face closer to Marvin’s.
“Nothing,” Marvin blurted out quickly. “I didn’t say anything!”
Whizzer leaned even closer and sneered. “You.”
“I didn’t snitch! He promised to pass me on every test!”
“Really?” Whizzer was getting too close; Marvin was practically shaking.
“I would never-”
Marvin was cut off by Whizzer grabbing his face and pulling their lips together. The short boy let out a small surprised noise before he stopped shaking and let his whole body relax, then Marvin melted into the kiss. There was a tiny bit more space now that there was no more room between the two boys. Whizzer pressed his lips even harder onto Marvin’s and so the brown haired boy kissed back with more force. They continued like this for moment before Whizzer pulled away for air, smirking.
“Damn. Didn’t think you had that much fight in you.”
Marvin’s eyes twinkled in the dark. “Thank you.” Marvin didn’t even know what he was saying thank you for. Whizzer grabbed Marvin’s shirt and pulled the shorter boy onto himself. Marvin rested one hand on the wall and the other on Whizzer’s neck. The taller boy snaked an arm around Marvin’s waist and pulled him in closer, deepening the kiss. Marvin had only ever been with girls, but it never felt like this. This felt really good. He rolled his hips against Whizzer’s and the tall boy moaned into Marvin. He draped his free arm over Marvin’s shoulders and tugged him closer, slamming them together against the wall; Marvin stabled himself with his hand.
The kiss got rougher as Marvin slid his tongue into Whizzer’s mouth and rolled his hips again. Whizzer sighed and tightened his grip on the shorter one. Then Marvin synchronized his kissing with the music and he felt something move inside of his pants. Knowing exactly what it was, Marvin pulled away for a deep breath before Whizzer rolled his hips and pulled him back in. Marvin took his hand off the wall and threaded it through Whizzer’s hair then yanked while rolling his hips, desperate for more friction. The tall boy let out a load moan and threw his head back, eyes rolling up, breaking the kiss. Marvin moved his face pressed his mouth onto the other’s neck. Whizzer sighed gleefully.
“You’re pretty good at this,” Whizzer chimed, somewhat out of breath. Marvin hummed as a reply as he sucked on Whizzer’s neck, trying frantically to leave a mark. “But I have to go now.” Whizzer pushed the shorter boy back creating space between them. Marvin instantly missed Whizzer’s warmth but tried to play it cool.
“Yeah, okay…” Silence. “Me too, y’know? I gotta go.”
“I can see that.” Whizzer leaned forward and grabbed Marvin to give him another quick, rough kiss. “We should do this again sometime.”
“Really?”
Whizzer laughed haughtily. “You’re just a tiny little baby gay, aren’t you? Cute.” He began reaching for the door.
“Wait. How will I find you?” Marvin tapped the tall boy’s arm.
“Ask around. Someone will give you my number.” Whizzer winked and just like that, he was gone and Marvin was left alone in the cupboard. He blinked a few times, going over everything that had just happened in his head. Then Marvin realised he was hard.
“Fuck.”