"That all you gonna do?" Spot questioned, almost mirroring Races words.
"I don't really know what to say Spot"
"Are we good?"
"I'm fine, are you?"
"Yeh, I missed you though" Spot admitted hesitantly.
"I missed you too Spot" Race held his arms out for a hug, Spot gave in and melted into his arms. Race had missed this, they both had, both breathing in the others scent re-familiarising it.
They stood like that for a while. That numbing feeling like they were the only two in the world. Race smiled before stepping back trying to break them apart.
"No." Spot mumbled clinging on, nuzzling his face into Races neck.
"Okay" Race nodded, he understood that Spot wasn't good at showing feelings, so this was how he showed emotion, through affection. They had a bond, that bond that makes each of them understand the other without the other having to make them understand.
"I'm sorry" Spots said, his voice muffled against Races skin, making Races neck tingle.
"Me too" Race replied.
Spot leaned up, finally breaking them apart, but still centimetres from Races face, he looked Race in the eyes then at his lips and back to his eyes again. Race knew what Spot wanted, but he wasn't letting him get off that easy, not yet. So, he spun around and walked to the ladder again and climbed up it, Spot following him. Race led them away from the Brooklyn Newsies onto the Brooklyn Bridge, they had walked in silence the whole way. About halfway across the bridge he spoke still walking as he did, "So you wanna talk about it?" Race asked finally breaking the silence.
"I mean I s'pose we kinda hafta Race" Spot replied "I-" Suddenly Spot was cut off by Race grabbing him by the hand swinging him into a wall.
"Oh so, you want me to soak ya, Race" Spot said threateningly.
"Shut up, Spot" Race replied, silencing Spot by kissing him. Spot was dazed, but it wasn't long before he closed his eyes and kissed back. Race pushed him further onto the wall, deepening the kiss, Spot grunted trying to break free of Races grip, only for Race to pin his hands against the wall, their fingers laced together, Spot gave up, feeling Race smile as he did. After about 30 seconds, Races grip had loosened, Spot grabbed him by the waist and spun the duo around, Races back now against the wall, still kissing.
Another couple minutes past, both boys satisfied by the outcome of their walk, they finally broke apart.
"So, I guess you really did miss me. Huh Race?" Spot said smugly
"Yeh, and I'm guessing from that spinning move you missed me too"
"I never lied, Racer"
"I dunno, I can name a couple times" Race said, a grin spreading across his face.
"Mhm, let's not bring that up, eh?" Spot replied, "So how'd they take it?"
"They weren't against it; however, they may still be a little against me" Race answered
"Well, yeh, you did say ya shouted at the nicest person of the Manhattan Newsies"
"Yeh definitely not sleeping in the lodge house tonight"
"You'll be sleeping in a lodging house, just not in Manhattan"
Race looked at Spot confused, Spot just smirked and turned away. "Is the one and only King of Brooklyn asking me, a Manhattan newsie, to stay over"
"Not just any Manhattan newsie, the King of New York" Spot retorted.
Race scoffed "But what 'bout your newsies finding out?"
"If they find out, they find out" Spot answered.
"Alright then, I like the plan"
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A Drunken Mess: A Sprace Story.
RomanceA Drunken Spot sends a note confessing his love, to Race that causes some drama thanks to a certain Snipeshooter, fortunately this leads to a relationship which has its ups and downs and causes drama between fellow newsboys when Spot lets slip that...
