Rooftops are for Lovers (Newsies)

Sputchy

Sputchy

The air was hot and sticky, but there was a gentle breeze came every once that rustled the clothes lines. The moon was full and it seemed that more stars were visible than through the smog that filled the air. In other words, it was a pleasant night. Most boys in the Duane Street Newsboy Lodging House were sound asleep, taking advantage of the cool air coming through the window. Not all of them were asleep, however. Two were on the roof enjoy the night sky and each other's company.

Specs and Dutchy were sitting on the roof of the lodging house. Well, to be more specific, Specs was sitting and Dutchy was lying down with his head in the brunet's lap. The two sat in relative silence. Not much needed to be said aside from the occasional 'I love you.' There were kisses, of course. Long, lazy, and sweet, nothing like the hurried, frantic kissed they usually shared in dark alleyways. They were out in the open but, at the same time away from the ridicule of the general public.

Dutchy sighed and Specs looked down at him.

"Somethin' wrong, Dutch?" he asked, running his hand through the blond's hair.

"Just thinkin' is all," Dutchy took his glasses off, cleaned them using the corner of his shirt, then placed them back on his face.

"Well, what ya thinkin' about?"

"About Jack an' Davey. They's always looking at each other like, I dunno, like Blink an' Mush are always lookin' at each other. Or how we's lookin' at each other."

"You mean ta tell me that you'se thinkin' 'bout Jack and Davey while we're all alone?" Specs looked at him, an expression of mock offense.

"Specs, shuddup," Dutchy said giving his beau a kiss on the cheek. Specs laid down and Dutchy scooted up so he could put his head on the other boys shoulder.

A/N Kendall's notes : Ivan Dudynsky

"Ivan's a star. Isn't he a star? Ivan you're star!

(One-shot for the first person who can guess where I got the quote from)