"Race, go to bed"

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by Garlic_Bread24601

by Garlic_Bread24601

Au: None
Ship: Sprace
TW: mild swearing

It was 8:00 in Brooklyn one night, and a newsie with a gambling addiction was just making the trek back to Manhattan. As he was crossing the Brooklyn Bridge hhowever.

"Hey Racer."

He felt a smile grace his lips as he turned around to see the boy who spoke.

"Hey Spottie."
"I told you not to call me that."
"Ah, you're no fun." The blonde said, softly laughing.

"You really heading back to 'Hattan this late? The sun's practically gone."
"I mean, yeah, I live there Spot. Where else would I go? The Bronx?" They both walked as they were talking, and the shorter of the two stopped after this was said.

"You could stay in Brooklyn tonight." Racetrack Higgins wasn't drinking anything at the time, so he didn't do a spit-take, but whatever he did do was very similar to one. Spot was unfazed by this reaction. Race stopped walking.

"Really? Are you sure you have the room?" Spot gave pause there, he wasn't sure they had the room, in fact the Brooklyn lodging house was practically bursting at the seams, as the short king was thinking about this Race continued, "Or would I be sharing a bed with you."

Spot Conlon's face went bright red. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Race to flirt, but it was always more endearing than flustering, ergo, he was not expecting Race to know how to effectively flirt.

"Well that depends, you know how to keep quiet right?"

For a look into Race's thoughts at that; 'Oh damn I might be out of my league here, but I mean there isn't anything wrong with dating up.' It's also worth noting that his face was also now bright red.

"Woah Spottie, I thought you were supposed to buy a fella dinner before you did that, not that I'm complaining." 'Oh crap I'm in love', just in case it's unclear who thought that; both.

"Are you staying or not?" 'Please say yes please say yes, please for the love of headlines say yes.'

"Sure, why not?"

So they both walked to the Brooklyn lodging house, they did end up sharing a bed, both doing their darndest to keep to themselves.

It turns out that the King of Brooklyn is naturally a little spoon

Sorry if that was bad again, but I had fun writing it, I know that I heavily strayed from the original prompt, but this is my one shot shut up. Once again feel free to comment any criticisms, and I hope you enjoyed!

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