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Thursday, May 29th, 1980.
12:34 am.
Marvin laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. He usually would’ve been tired by now, but.. guess not this time around.
But that window was looking extremely alluring at that moment.
And so, as any sane, bored teenager would do, he stood, went to the window, and climbed right out. Quietly, of course. He couldn’t risk waking anyone up. Thankfully, though, his family consisted of usually heavy sleepers.
It’d probably be fine.
Marvin dropped out of the window, walked down the street, and turned at the first right. And there it was. Whizzer’s house.
The window was open, and the light was on, so he scaled the terrace and peeked in.
Despite this, he ducked back down due to Whizzer inconveniently having chosen that time to change. Marvin, not looking anymore, simply tapped on the windowframe.
Whizzer heard a tap near his window.
Thinking it was some sort of animal accidentally hitting into the glass, he ignored it. Marvin knocked again. Whizzer then decided to investigate what it was. He looked through the glass and saw Marvin hanging there with his eyes closed.
“Marv? What are you doing here at this time?” He let the other boy in.
“Uuuh… couldn’t sleep?” Marvin replied with an awkward chuckle.
“Oh. well alright.” Whizzer said calmly. He then noticed how Marvin wasn’t facing him.
“What are you looking at?”
“Sorry, you- you don’t have a shirt on, I didn’t know if you wanted me to look or not.”
“Oh.. oops!” Whizzer covered his boobs with his arms and raced to put a shirt on.
“You know..” Whizzer said, struggling to find a clean shirt.
“I don’t mind you looking… if you know what I mean.” He said in a jokingly flirty way.
So Marvin looked up.
“Oh, I.. uh. Um.. okay then.” He replied, at a bit of a loss for words due to the flirtatious tone. He usually didn’t pick up on these things, but.. With Whizzer, he could just tell. Marvin’s face was a bit red.
Whizzer let out a few giggles while finally getting a band shirt on.
“I’m only joking, love! Unless you’re into that freak shit.”
Marvin remained silent, his face just reddening more.
“I’m just teasing!! Anyways, what do you want to do?” Whizzer asks.
Ah, right. Doing stuff… they had to do that. And Marvin… perhaps wasn’t outed as a freak, but even if he was, who cared?
“Right.. uhhh.. I’m good with whatever.” he replied with a gentle smile.
“OH! WAIT!! Have you noticed something different about me…?” Whizzer pointed to his nose. He had a septum piercing.
“Oh, yeah! You pierced your septum… you do it yourself?” he asked.
“Yup! It didn’t hurt at all!” Whizzer said confidently.
“I think you would look good with some sort of lip piercing too, honestly.” He said, trying to persuade Marvin into getting one.
“Ooh.. I’ve been wanting a vertical labret, to be honest… you could even do a bridge piercing on me while you’re at it if you wanted to.” Marvin said in awe.
“Dude, you’d look freaking awesome with a vertical labret.. and pretty hot.” Whizzer replied.
“I think I could do that one for you!”
“Really?” Marvin happily questioned.
“HELL YEAH! Come over here!” Whizzer grabbed the boy's bottom lip to see where he wanted the piercing to specifically be.
Marvin, taken aback by the sudden contact, just stared back at Whizzer for a moment, waiting for him to say something. He was a little confused.
“You okay?” Whizzer said, grabbing a needle and aiming for the lip.
“.. uh-huh.” he said after a second.
“Okay, so you know how I said this wouldn’t hurt too much?” Whizzer said, already putting the needle into the bottom lip.
“Yeah, so…I sorta kinda lied to get you to do this..sorry.”
Marvin quietly whined in slight pain. It was worth it, though.
After Whizzer poked the needle through the lip, he pulled it out and took a curved piercing to put in.
Marvin let Whizzer put it in, feeling him push it in and screw the other ball on before he wiped the blood off.
“You look great, Marv! Just make sure to get it checked out if it starts getting really badly infected..” Whizzer said, looking a little nervous in case it felt weird.
“You.. you did disinfect the needle, right..?” Marvin asked skeptically. If Whizzer didn’t, he would just clean it when he got home.
“…We make out a lot..! I think it’s safe to say we’re still alive after that! Not like some sort of deadly disease killed us like what we would learn in health,” Whizzer said after taking a few minutes to think of an answer.
“.. yeah, okay.. fair enough.” he replied. He’d still clean it when he got home, though. Just to be safe.
“It’s getting kinda late and I don’t want you to be grounded again for not only sneaking out but for getting some cool ass piercing. SERIOUSLY, I think your mom hates how I’m a “bad influence” on you. Wanna spend the night here?” Whizzer asked.
“Of course I wanna spend the night here.” Marvin mused with a smile.
“GREAT!! AWESOME!!!” Whizzer pulled Marvin’s hands and took them to the bed.
“I got some new blankets we can use!”
“Oh, nice!” Marvin replied, slipping into Whizzer’s bed.
Whizzer pulled the covers over them and looked at Marvin. They didn’t even touch each other or anything. They just stared for a few minutes. Marvin broke the awkwardness by giving Whizzer a small kiss.
Afterwards, Marvin scooted a little closer, pressing his face into the crook of Whizzer’s neck. He relaxed into the other boy’s touch, their arms wrapping around each other.
“Mmh.. I love you.” he mumbled softly.
Whizzer smiled, running his fingers through Marvin’s hair.
“I love you too, doll..”
“Mhghh..” Marvin grumbled, failing to hide how flustered he was.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Whizzer whispered, kissing the top of the other boy’s head.
“.. night.” Marvin quietly replied as Whizzer pulled both of them down onto the bed.
And so, they laid like that for a while. They didn’t sleep immediately; in fact, the next thirty minutes were full of whispers and gentle kisses.
But eventually the pair drifted off.
And, of course, in the morning, Marvin’s lip was swollen. But he still didn't regret it.