Newsies Oneshots 2.0

Birthday Breakfast-Javid

Woo Jacks birthday!

Enjoy!

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Jack hummed as he felt a small kiss land on his cheek, chuckling when another was planted closer to his temple. The small and sweet pressures played against his skin, almost tickling as much as his boyfriend's hair against his forehead. "Stop!"

Davey continued to press kisses against Jack's face and neck until the man was laughing and giggling happily, his joy resounding throughout the room and picking up Davey's spirits as the older laughed with him. Eventually, he changed tactics to tickling him with his fingers until Jack tapped his arm, indicating the laughing was joyful, but too much. "Good morning."

"Morn..." Jack took time to catch up on breathing before finishing the two syllable word, his grin never leaving his face. "...ing. Hi."

"Hi", Davey greeted, scooting away from Jack slightly as the shorter, but older, sat up. "Happy birthday."

Jack chuckled and kissed Davey's lips softly, placing another soft kiss onto his temple. "Thanks, Dave. Why are you up so early?"

"Because it is my duty, as your boyfriend", Jack's brows furrowed as he watched Davey leave his spot on the bed, "to make you breakfast in bed."

"Ugh", Jack groaned, sitting back dramatically. "I'd rather my breakfast be your kisses and the bed be the tray."

"Smooth", Davey chuckled, moving across the room to search for pants to replace his boxers and cold legs. "But you need actual food, especially since you're going to need a lot of energy for all of our running around today."

Jack had to give him that. He wasn't the happiest person around when he was hungry, cold, and on his feet. As a matter of fact, he was the most horrible person around when it got to that point. "Fine. But I'm asking for a very large portion of apple juice."

"Orange juice it is", Davey sighed, knowing the very words of the drink would cause chaos. For some reason, Jack just wouldn't accept that orange juice was a breakfast food item, and telling from the large dramatic gasp heard from behind him, the shorter was pretending to have been shot. "Give me less than a hour."

"Oh, Davey! You wound me with your beauty as you mention the most vile of beverages before me."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll get your food right up, princess."

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Davey sang softly to My Life as he made the best omelet he could, hoping it was being done correctly with lack of direction, for the Internet would bruise his tamed but very much there ego. He but his tongue as he flipped the omelet closed and placed it on a different section of the stove, moving to work on the bagels.

"You know, Davey, I smell, like, amazing", Jack bragged, taking a whiff of his shirt. He made his way into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, preening over his shoulder as best he could. "Like, I smell better than a bakery or, or a damn steakhouse."

Davey took a look at Jack, finding he was wearing his shirt—the one he bought at his very first concert, of which his sister dragged him to—and only chuckled, shaking his head. "I bet you do."

Jack hummed, placing his chin on a Davey's shoulder as he watched the younger spread strawberry cream cheese onto two plain bagels, one with significantly more cheese than the other. "David, why do refuse to walk around shirtless?"

"Francis, why do you insist on walking around without pants on?"

"Hey, hey, hey", Jack called, Davey rolling his eyes fondly annoyed. "Birthday day boy privileges: I wish you not wear a shirt on this day."

"Well, as someone doing the action", Davey sighed, deciding to play this ridiculous game with a 23 year old man, "I...enact the right to refuse services. No."

Jack groaned dramatically, moving away from Davey as he grabbed two glasses from the cabinet above. "But the people wanna see!"

"No one wants to see."

"Okay, well, I do", Jack tried, but Davey simply wasn't budging. Jack eventually whined and left the matter alone, quipping a small but very much heard, "Your shirt is coming off eventually."

"Mhm", Davey hummed, too busy cutting strawberries to even fake interest in the idea. "In what context?"

"Well, it would be whatever I want, huh?" Jack walked out of the kitchen, placing the glasses onto the table in their seats before walking back in, grabbing silverware. "We could have an indoor water gun fight, or I could steal every shirt you own, or we could go do-"

"That's a given", Davey assured, and Jack grinned excitedly, his patience wearing thin at the guarantee of one of his favorite things to do that involve Davey. The taller smiled softly. "Maybe then."

Jack whistled as he walked around the kitchen, finding a place sitting on the counter near the sink. "How's your day going?"

"I'd say I'm having a very wonderful day", Davey answered, placing the cut strawberries and blueberries into bowls, carrying them to their table. "I'm hanging out with you, which is far better than anything in the world."

Jack chuckled as a soft blush made it's way to his cheeks. "Aw, Dave, you're sweet on me."

Davey chuckled walking back into the kitchen to grab their bagels and plates. He moved to the stove and added the omelet he made earlier for Jack—he wasn't a huge fan of eggs, not liking the texture—and placed it on the plate. He stopped by Jack on his way back, giving him a sweet kiss before staring into his eyes, nothing short of love directed at the shorter boy. "Happy birthday, Jackie."

Jack grinned and kissed Davey again, this time making the kiss longer before whispering, "Thank you."

"For the kiss or the breakfast?"

"Just you."

Davey turned pink as he stared at the bagels in his hands, a goofy smile on his face as he licked his lips briefly. Jack was always flirting with him, trying to get Davey to blush as much as he could, often failing because the taller was much better at knowing how to get Jack flustered, but this was genuine; it was true. Every emotion Jack felt for Davey was in his eyes at that moment, and Davey felt it.

Jack chuckled. "We should probably go eat breakfast now. It'll get cold, yeah?"

Jack hopped down from the counter and falling Davey to the table. He chuckled as his boyfriend pulled the chair out for him, in which he sat down with a small show of great gratitude. Davey moved to the seat next to him, a happy smile on his face as he began to dig into his breakfast.

"I gotta say", Jack started, grabbing the spoons he placed out for the strawberries and blueberries and scooping blueberries onto his bagel. "This is the best birthday ever."

Davey chuckled, raising his bagel to his mouth. "It's only ten in the morning."

"Still", Jack shrugged, a joyous smile on his face. "I'm just happy."

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OKAY SO I WROTE THIS REALLY QUICKLY LAST NIGHT BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL ONE WAS TAKING FOREVER AND I WASNT INTERESTED SO I JUST WROTE THIS. Simple yet sweet.

I will be posting this on Tumblr as well:)

So, I started using October 10th to celebrate Jack's birthday last year. I found a Tumblr post on Google around the time and went "This is perfect" and have been looking forward to this day ever since (and Davey's fanon birthday).

Thanks for reading!