Liesettos

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"I'm having a shower," Whizzer said, and meant this argument's not over yet. His voice was dripping with disdain, even if slightly breathless from the orgasm Marvin's just wrung from him. He shoved Marvin's hand away from his own ruined shirt, and pushed off from from his perch on the desk. Glaring at Marvin, as he swiped his trousers off the floor, not bothering to put it back on as he sauntered to the bathroom, naked from the waist down.

Naturally, Marvin followed him. After all, the argument wasn't over yet.

Whizzer sneered when Marvin threw open the shower curtains and invited himself in, getting water everywhere. They're both spiteful pieces of shit, and he wanted to shove Whizzer's face against the tiles just to watch the flare in his eyes. Or get shoved into the wall himself. He's gotten himself halfway there when he reached for the shampoo bottle, and Whizzer's hand clamped down on his wrist.

"I can't fucking stand you and your, what, seven in one?"

It was a perfectly respectable three-in-one, thank you ever so fucking kindly. Whizzer's crass even while being a snob, it got on his nerves like nothing else. He tried wrenched his wrist away, and then they're wrestling, each trying to pin the other down, and one day, one of them's going to knock their head on the edge of the tub and split their skull, but now he couldn't care less.

"Yea? What of it—"

"I don't want to smell like cheap car freshener—"

"What are you going to do with it?"

"Why don't you shove it up your—"

"Why don't you try—"

At that, the both of them stilled. Marvin gritted his teeth and glanced at the other man. Suddenly, the heat clouding Whizzer's eyes was turning into something else, entirely.