Newsies One-Shots

Only Tea - Javey

A/N I'm telling you now, I'm going insane. 

I am listening to music 24/7 and I've just realised that there's ONE WEEK until opening night of The Music Man, which will be my final show in Australia. Kinda sad, but kinda not. 

But today, here's a Great Gatsby-inspired Javey oneshot. You're welcome.

Jack paced around the tiny cottage. The sun had just risen and he was stressing.

Today was the day that he would see Davey Jacobs.

After five years.

Five long years of hell, in which Jack had moved on with his life.

Jack became an artist. Davey became a weatherman.

Jack stayed in New York. Davey went to Des Moines.

Jack thought about his ex-flame. Davey didn't as much.

Jack strode down the hall, the carpet soft under his bare feet. He knocked on Crutchie's door, and out stepped the boy, a tired expression on his face.

"Jack?" Crutchie yawned. "It's seven in the morning-"

"Today's the DAY!" Jack shouted, making Crutchie jump.

"Have you got everything you need in the shape of... of... tea?" Jack chuckled.

"Oh, I picked up some lemon cakes at Finn's," Crutchie explained.

"At what?"

"It's a delicatessen, I hope that's ok."

"Of course, of course. They're fine," Jack paused, flashing a smile, "old sport."

Thunder echoed through the apartment block.

"The weather app said the rain should pass by," said Jack nonchalantly.

"A quick summer storm," Crutchie frowned. He brightened up. "Maybe there'll be a rainbow."

"This is an omen, we need to cancel the whole thing!" Jack shouted.

"It's only tea, Jack. How bad could it possibly be? You'll be laughing with Davey soon, just like you did before he moved to Iowa," Crutchie reassured.

"I could die," Jack groaned, the headache from two days of no sleep beginning to get to him.

"Just go get ready. I'll look after everything." Crutchie smiled. 

"Got it," said Jack, heading back to his own apartment. Before he knew it, he'd bought a heap of expensive food and decorations.

He'd overdone it, hadn't he?

Surely the four bunches of flowers he'd bought to brighten up his tiny, bleak apartment were way too much. The oysters were shucked and the cake was cut. It was meant to be a small reunion, but Jack knew it needed to be bigger. Since Jack had made it big and become one of New York's most famous artists, Davey should want him. They had dated before all this, after all. What's five years if the love was true?

"How do I look?" Jack twirled around in front of Crutchie, wearing black pants, a blazer, and a tie.

"Perfectly tailored," Crutchie grinned.

"Too tailored? I thought I was keeping it casual!"

"Jack, calm down!"

"No! He's late! It's 10:01! He was meant to be here at 10! He's late!"

Crutchie just sighed, pulling out his phone.

walkingdictionary I'll be there soon.

sunshinebean can't wait to see you!!!! <3

walkingdictionary I just arrived.
                                         You live on the fifteenth floor, right?

sunshinebean you got it!

"You'll be fine, he's here!" Crutchie reassured, pocketing his phone.

"Ok, ok, ok."

"Hi," came a timid voice.

Jack turned around.

It was Davey, after five long years of isolation and separation, standing there in all of his perfection, with his wet hair covering the right side of his forehead, his soaked-through clothes clinging to every part of him.

Jack quickly strode right up to Davey, taking his face in his rough hands and kissing him without a word. Davey's breath hitched as Jack's lips moved against his own. They'd both forgotten how good it was to kiss, especially each other. Jack placed his hands on Davey's waist and Davey tangled his hands in Jack's hair. Jack dipped Davey a little to deepen the kiss and Davey pulled Jack closer, running his fingers up and down Jack's spine. Davey's tears mixed on their lips.

"God, I've missed that," Jack said once they separated.

"Me too," Davey said, trying to recollect himself.

They had found each other again.