The Bridge to Brooklyn (Sprace fanfic)

Back to Brooklyn

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Race walked back upstairs. Spot once again on his mind. Jack and David were snuggling on Jack's bunk  as Jack sketched out a new art piece.

"Who wanted to see you?", Davey asked.

"Oh just a kid from Brooklyn who was returning my cap", Race spoke quietly.

"Ay Race! I challenge you to another round of cards! Double or nothin'!", Boots triumphantly shouted.

"Maybe later Boots..", He mumbled and left the room though the fire exit to the roof.

When Race got to the roof, he yelled in frustration. He kicked a bucket that was near by. Race was so confused and upset. All these feelings were messing with his head. He slumped to the floor twisting his cap in his hands.

Stupid feelings...

Race hung his face in his hands.

"Race?", Davey's voice sounded across the roof.

Race looked up and there stood Jack and David hand in hand. Race brought his knees to his chest and burrowed his face between his legs and said nothing. He could hear the two boys walking closer to him. They both sat down next to him one on each side.

They sat there until Race was ready to talk, "I ruined everything..."

"Hm?"

"I's got to close to Spot and now he probably thinks I'm scum on the side of a boat.."

Jack questioned, "what do you mean too close?"

Race stood up frustrated once again, "I leaned in a bit to close! He probably thought I was gonna kiss him or something! He probably thinks I'm disgusting! Spot probably doesn't want to be around a queer!!", tears bubbled up in his eyes.

Jack and David looked at him shocked. David stood up and hugged Race.

"It's scary I know.", he spoke softly as if Race was no younger than Les.

"He didn't even want to give me my hat back in person..", Race mumbled into David's shoulder.

"Maybe he has feelings for ya and is just as confused as you"

"Yeah right the King of Brooklyn has gone soft for me."

"Yeah you, the King of New York.", Jack said, "The king of New York falling in love with the King of Brooklyn. Sounds pretty romantic to me."

Race rolled his eyes and chuckled. Jack always knew what to say to make him feel better.

"Perhaps you should go see for yourself if the Kings are meant to be", Davey added.

Race thought for a moment. He nodded and ran to the fire escape. When he got down on ground level, he ran. He ran all the way to Brooklyn.

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Eddie came back and he didn't seem happy. He pushed by Spot as he passed. Ass. Spot stood at the door counting every newsie that walked through. Six..seven...nine..ten.. Spot made sure every one of his newsies had his made it back to the lodge safely. As the last few kids walked through the door he saw someone running towards him.

"Is that..? Race?", He mumbled to himself.

Race slowed as he got closer to lodge. When he got the door he was panting so hard Spot thought he would hyperventilate or pass out.

"Racetrack? What are you doing here??"

"I-..."

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Race realized that he probably looked weird coming to Brooklyn at a later hour. He caught his breath, trying to figure out what to say.

"Jack wanted me to...discuss something with you's...", Race smiled sheepishly.

Spot scowled and yanked Race inside, "I'm gonna talk business with Racetrack don't disturb us."

Spot practically dragged Race to his room, slamming the door behind them.

"Spot I-"

"Race what are you doing here?!"

Reality set in, Race was gonna have to ask Spot about the things that were bothering him. Race stuttered and tumbled over his words. He could tell Spot was losing his patience.

"I-...", he took a deep breath, "I was actually wanting to talk to you about something.."

Spot's facial expression softened and he looked slightly concerned but he had a good poker face. Race liked that.

Spit it out Higgins!

Race got to closer to Spot like before and closed his eyes light touching his lips to Spot's. Race placed his hand on Spot's cheek like how Mush held Blink, soft and gently. When Spot didn't pull away Race did.

"I-...sorry...", Race backed away.

Spot quickly grabbed Race by the shirt and slammed their lips together. Their stayed like that, kissing. Eventually they pulled apart.

"Spot Conlon...I's like ya..romantically", Race muttered quietly.

"The feelings are mutual Racer", Spot muttered back.

Spot let go of Race's shirt and placed his hands on Race's face, "I've liked ya for a long while.."

Race couldn't believe it. Spot returned his feelings. He kissed Spot. And Spot kissed him back.

The two traveled to Spot's bed sitting down in a awkward silence. Spot's cheeks were tinted red and his poker face began to crack. Race on the other hand was flushed red and he was smiling like an idiot.

....

"Was Eddie nice to ya?"

"Yeah..you could say that."

....

"Can I kiss ya again?", Race sped out the question.

Spot nodded and the two kissed again. Hands traveled across one another. Race's hands ended up untangled in Spot's dark colored hair. Spot's hand gripped the back of Race's neck and one on the back of the his head.

The kiss ended and the silence returned.

"It's getting late..I should..", Race didn't want to finish the sentence.

Spot knew what he was gonna say, "you could stay...here with me..the walk back is long it'll be mornin before you can get back to Manhattan.."

Race's heart soared and fluttered. His stomach felt fuzzy.

Stay with Spot...in his room..together..

The thought got both boys hearts skipping a beat.

"Okay..thanks."

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Chapter 4 done!