Dream Chasers-Newsies

Newsies (Duce)

I just stared blankly at David, I was so surprised, I couldn't even say anything. I felt my face start to turn red, and I just watched him.

He was looking down at the ground now. Almost like he was ashamed or something. I'd never actually kissed a boy before, not after what happened when I told him.

When I met the newsies, I have to admit... I used to have a small crush on Jack when I first met him, but it didn't last long enough for me to act on it.

When I told my father about how I felt, the last words he said to me before he sent me to the streets was: 'I just lost a son.' I don't hold it against him, but I don't want to have any type of relationship with him after that.

"Duce?"

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts and looked over at David. He looked up at me, his hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight, just like when I had first seen him walking down the street just weeks ago. I smiled at him and lifted his head up to face me. I looked down at him, brushing his face gently with my hand. I leaned forward and pushed my lips against his, running my hand through his wavy hair. He kissed me back with the same force, running his hands along my back, and I pulled him closer, pressing his body as close as I could to mine. I could feel his uneven breath down my neck.

As I was here in this moment with David, all I could think about was how our life could be together. We could be together, go through life together, grow old together, be with each other until we grew old. Right now, I didn't care what came after, I just wanted to stay here, like this, as long as I could. This had been all I wanted since I first laid eyes on him.

I opened my eyes and slowly pulled away to catch my breath. I looked at David, who was running his hand through his now messy and tangled hair, and smiling from ear to ear like the best thing had happened to him. But for me, the best thing really had just happened.

"Davey?" I tilted his head up towards me again, and ran my hand across his cheek.

"Yes?" He reached up to hold my hand in his.

"I love you."

I didn't know how he would take this. We had only been meeting up for a month but it felt like I had known him for a lifetime. However he reacted to it, I could at least admit how I really felt. It's not like I had anything to lose, so why not tell him how I really feel. He looked up at me with his big, round, hazel eyes, still smiling, as he grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to him.

"I know, I feel the same," and with that, he pulled me in for another kiss.

I pulled him tight to my chest as he ran his hand up my neck and into my hair. I held his face firmly, like that would keep us together, as I tried desperately to keep my breath steady.

"You know, I bet everyone is out on the streets by now," I said, still fighting to catch my breath. "We could go back to the lodge house."

"You sure?" he asked, looking up at me.

"I mean, only if you want to."

"Yeah, let's go," he said, smiling at me.

As we walked side by side back to the lodge house, I occasionally brushed my fingers against his, almost to make sure he was still beside me. I didn't want anything to separate us.

When we finally arrived, I opened the door as quietly as I could and looked around, making sure there was no one still in bed or anywhere near. After I had searched everywhere around the room and found no one, I sat Davey onto my bed and pushed him down while positioning myself so that I was hovering inches over him. I leaned down to close the gap between us and once again gently pressed my lips against his.

"I love you," I whispered between kisses.

He pressed his hand firmly against my chest, then softly trailed his fingers down the buttons of my shirt. I began to leave kisses down his neck and along his collarbone as I slowly slid my hand under his shirt and up to his chest. He paused and let his hands linger over my belt buckle. When he didn't continue, I paused and sat up so I could look up at him.

"Do you want to stop?" I asked as I sat back, trying to give him some space.

The last thing I wanted to do was make him uncomfortable or pressure him into doing anything he wasn't ready for.

"Yeah," he said as he took a breath as he propped himself up on his elbows to look at me, "I do want to. It's just, I've never..."

"It's okay, we can take it slow," I said, before he could finish that thought, "just tell me if it's too much and we can stop," I reassured him.

Upon hearing that, a smile began to creep onto his face while he reached for my shirt and began unbuttoning it.

"Thank you," he said between breaths as I slid my shirt off and continued leaving kisses along his neck as his breathing became more strained.

He slid off my belt and started to unzip my pants while he looked up at me as if he were asking for permission, permission which of course I granted him.