It was around 11:45 when Race and Spot finally arrived at the lodge house, so fortunately the Brooklyn boys were all asleep. They wouldn't dare to stay up too late, after all Spot had them on an extremely strict timetable. Still the boys entered through the back entrance; it was safer that way, plus, it led them straight up to Spots room.
Spot grabbed for the key around his neck and leant down to unlock the door, the door pushed open with a click, then he stepped backwards allowing Race to step into the room first. 'What a gentleman' Race thought.
"Spot?"
"Yeh?" Spot replied, slipping his shoes off, motioning at Race to do the same.
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why are you letting me stay here?"
"Well... you said the 'Hattan boys wouldn't let you stay in your Lodge"
"But you saw me apologise and clearly they have forgiven me, so why do you still let me stay Spotty"
"Stop calling me that-"
"Alright Spotty boy" Race smirked at himself contently, he loved winding Spot up, it was too easy. "Now answer my question" He pushed
"I dunno Race"
"But you do."
"Look, ya wanna stay here or not? Cus I can soon send you on your way, 3 hours back in the freezing cold, alone." Spot replied a threatening tone in his voice.
"Of course, I wanna stay, I just wanna know why"
"Beca-" Spot spluttered hesitantly, "Because I love you Race." Spot turned away from Race, his back now facing Race.
"I love you too Spot..."
Spot turned back around as quick as he turned away, "What?"
"I said, I love you too Spot"
"I know that." Spot rolled his eyes, "I'm not stupid"
"Why'd ya ask then?" Race said stepping closer to Spot
"Cus" Spot paused "Cus I'm not use to people loving me back"
"Aww, Spot." Race replied a sympathetic tone to his voice, he pulled Spot in, embracing him.
"Don't 'Aww Spot' me" The blonde breathed into Races shoulder, a tear rolling down his cheek.
Race spotted the quiver in Spots voice; he knew Spot wouldn't want him to notice.
"You're the only Spot I know, gotta say it to you, I ain't got no one else to say it to"
'A joke, that should lighten the mood' he thought
They stood in a tight embrace for what could've been years if Spot hadn't untangled himself from Races arms.
"You, okay?" Race asked still concerned
Spot stayed silent absentmindedly darting from Races lips then back to Races eyes. Race stared back, watching Spots slate blue eyes dart back and forth.
Suddenly, Spot pounced onto Race, smashing their faces together, their lips intertwined immediately. Race kissed back, eyes wide, stunned by the sudden change of emotion in Spot.
In seconds, the two boys had moved from the centre of the room to the wall.
"Spot" Race murmured uncomfortably.
"What" Spot groaned, still half attached to Races face
"My back"
Spot grabbed Races wrists and shoved him onto the bed, the springs rattled from the sudden weight.
It didn't take long for Spot to crawl onto the bed and pin Race down fixing their lips back together. Spot fiddled with Races shirt buttons undoing the first two, then moving to his waistcoat that got in the way of the rest of the buttons.
"Spot" Race said again making Spot groan for the second time.
"What now" Spot pushed through gritted teeth.
"I don't wanna"
"Don't wanna what?"
"Do... this"
"Okay"
"Okay? What?" Race said dazed by Spots response.
"What ya changed ya mind or something"
"No, just didn't expect you to take it so well"
"I ain't gonna force ya Race, plus I dunno whether I was even gonna"
"Oh?"
"What you shocked"
"No, ya just seemed very tempted" Race chuckled
Spot rolled his eyes and climbed over Race throwing out a hand to pull Race up.
They sat on the edge of the bed for a while, not out of awkwardness, it wasn't awkward, they both loved each other, they just weren't ready.
Races yawn dusted away the fog of silence that filled the air.
"Ya sound like you ready for bed Racer"
"Yeh, long day" Race replied through a stifled yawn.
Spot rolled over to face the wall, before turning back around to watch Race, who's weight had suddenly vanished from the bed.
"Watcha doin, where ya goin?"
"Relax, I'm just going to grab a glass of water"
"No, you're not"
"Oh yeah and why's that?"
"How about the boy's downstairs"
"Ah"
"Yeah ah" Spot mimicked, "I'll be back up in a second" He said, strolling towards the door groggily.
Race sighed dragging his hand down his forehead and stopping to pinch the bridge of his nose, he heard Spot plodding down the stairs, 'did I make the wrong choice?', 'have I messed it up?' he pondered on the thought for a while. Soon enough, Spot had appeared at the doorway, holding a glass of water.
"Ya good, Racer?"
Race snapped out of his thoughts "Yeh, perfectly fine"
Spot nodded a twinge of unease in his face, he knew what Race was thinking, but little did Race know Spot was thinking the same too.
Nonetheless, both boys squashed onto the single bed and fell asleep, flushing away the long day they had shared.
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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...
