Whizzer was tired. Fed up. He knew that he shouldn't have been sneaking around with a married man, but he loved Marvin. Marvin didn't feel like all the flings and one-night-stands that he was used to where the whole relationship was sex and nothing else. It was different. Whizzer actually felt a spark with that man.

But he was married. Whizzer's boyfriend was a married man who had an eleven-year-old child. Whizzer understood that Marvin was a gay man stuck in a loveless marriage with a child, but he couldn't bare not being able to do normal couple-y stuff with his boyfriend.

He wanted to kiss Marvin in public. Whizzer wanted to hold Marvin's hand and take him out on coffee dates and go out to picnics together. But he couldn't. Marvin didn't want people finding out that he was gay.

Marvin didn't want people finding out about their relationship at all.

Every time Whizzer asked Marvin when he was planning on divorcing his wife, Trina, he always got the vague promise of 'soon' sprinkled with physical affection and stupid pet-names to keep Whizzer happy.

But Whizzer didn't want to feel like a sidepeice. He hated when his boyfriend treated him like he was easily disposable. He wanted to feel exclusive. Whizzer didn't like going to bed in his shitty apartment with noone lying next to him knowing that Marvin was sharing a bed with his wife. It made Whizzer feel like a homewrecker, and it didn't help that an eleven-year-old was in the middle of everything.

Not like anyone but him and Marvin knew about the relationship, though.

Trina was out with friends, so Marvin and Whizzer were alone in Marvin's house. The moment Marvin pulled himself ontop of Whizzer and pinned him against the bed he shared with his wife, he gently pushed him off. Taking a deep sigh, he began speaking. He needed to finally get this off his chest, it had been too long.

"Marv, if you don't divorce your wife - if you don't divorce Trina - we're done. I'm done with this relationship if you're not planning on ditching that woman anytime soon.