A Drunken Mess: A Sprace Story.

Chapter 11- Boyfriend

"SPOT, SPOT, SPOT" A familiar voice yelled from behind the door. Both boys sat up and looked at each other dazed.

"Shit, hold on" Spot said in a hushed voice, using his elbows to push him off the bed. He jogged over to the door pulling it open slightly, wedging himself in between the wall and the door, so he was the only thing the person on the other side of the door could see. "Ace" Spot sighed in relief, "What is it?"

"York and Jack are outside soaking each other!" Ace replied, urgency in his voice.

"Jack as in Cowboy Jack?"

"Jack Kelly, yeah, hurry" Ace said his voice traveling down the stairs swiftly.

"Ah fuck" Spot muttered, closing the door and rummaging through the drawer beside his bed.

"Watcha gonna do?" Race asked, now sat up and pulling his waistcoat on.

"Soak 'em both for wakin' me" Spot said gruffly, pulling a shirt out his drawer and pulling the previous shirt off.

Race nodded and gawked at his boyfriend, 'boyfriend' he thought 'I like the sound of that...'

"Watcha looking at Higgins?"

"N- Nothing" Race stuttered, stuffing his cigar in his mouth and turning around, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment.

Spot scoffed "Ya like what ya see Racer?" He referenced to his torso, teasing Race.

"Shut up Conlon."

"Ay there no need for that" Spot said grinning, walking to the door, "it's like 10 am take that fucking cigar out ya mouth, will ya?" He said slamming the door behind him.

Race rolled his eyes taking the unlit cigar out his mouth, pushing it into his pocket and walking over to the window where Spots slingshot lay on the windowsill. He watched as his boyfriend, Spot, stormed over to the two boys fighting on the pier. Race noticed as everything went deathly silent when Spot walked over, he could hear everything being said now.

"OY BOYS!" Spot echoed, pulling the two boys away from each other, pushing them into his other newsies grips, making them hold both boys back. "Watcha fighting for?", neither boy responded, "Huh?" he pushed.

"He wanted to speak to you, and I said you wasn't up yet, he kept asking me to wake ya, he weren't listening, so I soaked 'im"

"Right, so why ya here Jacky boy?"

"I think ya know why, Spot." Jack replied glaring at Spot.

Race watched in awe as Spot nodded, crossing his arms and turning on his heels, insinuating for Jack to follow him.

Jack twisted himself out of the Brooklyners' hands and following Spot after spitting at Yorks feet, whom in return snarled at him and throwing his body forward threateningly.

Race wandered away from the window, sitting down on the bed, waiting to hear Spot and Jacks footsteps as they walked up the stairs. Race could hear Spot scolding Jack, "Don't ever push at my boys. Ya hear me, Cowboy?"

Race could hear Jack muttering in return. Suddenly, the door swung open and both boys walked in, Spot walked over to the bed and flopped down next to Race, knocking shoulders as he did. Jack stood there eyeing both boys before saying, "I hear you apologised to the boys last night"

"Yep" Race responded, his eyes still fixed on the cigar he was flipping around in his hands.

"Ya told 'em about you two 'nd all"

"Yep" Race repeated, this time looking up at Jack

Silence filled the room for a couple seconds before Spot finally said "So ya wanted to know where Race is, ya found him, yet your still stood in my room."

"Yous' selling today?" Jack asked, fixing his bandana which hung loosely from his neck.

"I dunno" Race replied, glancing at Spot

"Gotta make a living somehow, I guess" Spot answered

"Right, yeah... anyway the boys said they hadn't seen you s'morning, that's why I'se here"

"Best being goin' then" Spot said, hinting at Jack.

Race knew Spot wasn't really pissed at Jack, he was just trying to prove a point and protect his boys.

Jack nodded at Race before walking out of the room.

Spot stood up and walked over to the window, making sure nothing happened as Jack walked off the pier and onto the Brooklyn bridge.

He turned around, watching Race get up off the bed. Spot raised his eyebrows as their eyes met.

"Paper time" Race said enthusiastically with a sarcastic tone to his voice.

"Nah not yet" Spot replied still moving towards Race.

Race sighed happily, moving closer to Spot, their faces and inch away from each other. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before both boys' eyes were darting back and forth to the others' lips. Race knew Spot was about to make the move, so he swiftly grabbed Spots face in his hands and kissed him, they kissed for a minute before Spot stumbled backwards as if he were in a trance, nodding in acknowledgement before saying, "Ya tryna steal my job, Race?" He chuckled

Race smirked, "I mean, I do it well, don't I? so might as well"

"Shut your mouth, Race" Spot said smiling and rolling his eyes.

"Time to carry the banner"

"I suppose, ya selling at Sheepshead today?"

"Of course, when am I not?"

"C'mon then, I'm selling with ya"

"It's a date!" Race exclaimed

"Call it what ya want" Spot rolled his eyes. "Go out the back, I'll see you round there in a minute"

Race left out of the back exit onto the back of the pier, whilst Spot went to get papes.

Race leant against the cold support beam waiting for Spot, he heard footsteps and went under the shadows.

"Racer, ya can come out its me."

Race sighed in relief, fumbling around in his pockets for some coins whilst walking over to Spot.

Spot shoved some papes into his arms as Race held out fifty cents.

"What's that for?" Spot asked, looking at the coin in his hand

"For the papes" Race replied jutting his hand forward, insisting Spot took it.

"Don't worry about it"

"Ya sure?" Race said hesitantly

"Yup"

The two wandered for a moment before Race nudged Spot, "Look at you buying me papes, eh"

"Shut ya trap before I shut it for ya"

"Watcha gonna do, kiss me?" Race teased

"I'm telling ya, it won't happen again" Spot warned

"Good cus I don't want it to, I don't want you wasting your money on me"

"I ain't wasting it, plus I don't care"

"Yeh yeh" Race said sarcastically.