"Get Ya" Davey/Race Newsies

Part Three

The two walked for a couple of minutes, leaving the soon to be busy city streets and heading to the quieter side roads. They came across a shallow, inclosed alley. Race walked in, so David followed nervously, clutching his bag of papers.
Once Race reached the back wall, he took off his newspaper bag, and set it on the ground. David followed suit, not fully understanding what was happening.
"Ya still seem scared," Race observed, leaning against the back wall. He eyed David up and down, noting his tense posture.
"Look," he set his cigar on top of his bag. "Ya don't have to do anything ya don't want to do." He shrugged, crossing his arms.
Race stayed against the wall, noticing the way David's clothes hung on his torso. Studying him, almost. It made the normally intelligent boy feel self conscious, yet incredibly alive. He was done with Race playing with him like a toy.
Now it was David's turn.
He walked with purpose up towards Race. Pressing their bodies together, sandwiching Race between the wall and himself.
Then he kissed Race hungrily, his lips clashed into Race's. It was rougher than he intended, but it felt right.
David's hands fumbled, unsure of what to do with them. Awkwardly, he softly grabbed Race's biceps, shocked at how toned the skinny boy was. David had never realized how desperate he had been for a physical connection until that moment, as he moaned into the kiss.
It took Race a moment, but he kissed David back passionately. His lips were soft against the rough kiss. He moved perfectly in time, a stark contrast to David's inexperienced rush. Race's hands fell to David's hips, holding the inexperienced boy steady.
Race was getting tired of David leading, so he pulled the brunette closer, leaving no room for air between them.
David could feel Race's heart beat, fast and steady, through his shirts. His grip on Race's biceps tightened, keeping him close.
As if instinctually, Race's mouth started to wander. His kisses left David's lips, and trailed along his jawline. Moving back slowly.
Race's lips trailed back to David's ear. "Now do you have your answer?"
Race's breath was warm on David's skin and his voice was deep and demanding. It made David's head roll, exposing more of his neck to the boy. He let out a staggered breath as his eyes fluttered. It didn't matter what David did, Race was in control.
Not a moment passed, and Race's lips were on David's clearly exposed neck. His hands moved from David's hips, up to his waist. The blonde clearly knew what he was doing. He sucked on David's neck, occasionally biting softly.
"Oh god," David moaned. His knees felt so weak, that he didn't know how he could still be standing. He gripped Race's arms even tighter, trying to use the blonde to stay upright. He was melting into the other boy, desperate to stay in the moment. Addicted to the sensation.
Race moaned into David's neck, knowing that it would drive him crazy. He was right.
David pulled away from Race for half a second, just to push his body against Race's again; crashing their lips together. His hands tangled themselves in Race's blonde hair, pulling softly.
"Davey," Race moaned absentmindedly into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around David's waist.
After a couple of minutes, Race placed his hands on David's chest and pushed him away slightly.
David was breathing heavily as he tried to fight against Race's hands. His sensibility had left the building when Race's whispering made him moan. He had been running on instinct, and loving it. So he didn't understand why he couldn't just hold the slightly smaller boy against the wall for a little longer.
"David!" Race tried to get the usually-smarter boy to calm down. "We need to stop". He was also breathing heavily. David had been much more into it than Race expected.
"Why?" David was starting to come back to reality. His logic slowly returning.
Race looked into David's still wide eyes. His head tilted to the side slightly. David could see the gears in Race's mind turning again. He could see something behind the blonde's, blue eyes. Sadness? Guilt? It was hard to tell.
"That uh..." Race trailed off as he moved up a hand from David's chest to his own head, adjusting his cap. Eventually, he found his words. "That was your first kiss, wasn't it?"
David took a step back, feeling slightly judged from the question. "I don't see why it matters," he muttered, avoiding the question.
"Ya come from a decent family Davey," Race sat down his back against the wall. He tucked his knees up to his chest. "You'll find a pretty goil, settle down, have kids..." he stared out of the alley way for a moment. "I'll just be the boy you made out with in an alley way. I've been a lot of people's mistakes. I don't need to be yours too." His voice was monotone and emotionless.
David was shocked. He looked down at the normally proud boy, who now sat in a ball on the ground. Race's defenses had fallen, and showed the insecure kid who just wanted to be loved.
He watched as Race grabbed for his cigar, and all of the kid's addictions started to make sense to David. Cigars, Coronas, they couldn't abandon Race the way that a person could.
David wanted to ask a dozen different questions. Instead, he sat down next to Race, and kissed him on the cheek.
Race shook his head and looked at David confused. "What'se ya doin' Jacobs?" Race raised an eyebrow at David.
Instead of some clever comeback, David simply shrugged. After a couple of moments he chuckled, "I don't know."
David shifted his position to match Race's and the two looked out the alley. It was still too early for anyone to pass by, but the alley was dark enough that they wouldn't be seen anyhow.
After a moment David spoke again, softly. "This isn't what I wanted to happen today. I'll admit that." He saw Race's head lean back to hit the wall softly. Still looking out the alley instead of at David.
"But," David moved his hand to rest on Race's knee. This caught Race's attention, as his graze drifted towards David. "I'm starting to understand you."
David kept his voice quiet and reassuring. It was a tone that he perfected to help calm down Les whenever he had a nightmare.
Race stayed quiet, his eyes studying David's face. Unsure if he'd ever have another chance to see David like this.
After a couple of seconds, Race realized that David was waiting for him to say something.
"I told ya that I don't like being used Jacobs," he held some of the dominating tone in his voice. He brushed David's hand off his knee, clutching his legs closer to his chest.
David figured he was supposed to be scared, but he laughed instead. "Yet, you're allowed to use me?" His body turned towards Race. "You enjoyed it just as much as I did. Those are some unfair standards." His voice was light, joking even.
Race sighed, letting his legs fall straight on the floor. "You make a valid argument. We was usin' each other." Race exhaled a puff of smoke from his cigar. "Still doesn't make it okay."
Race sounded like he had given up. He was starting to shut down his emotions. Turn away real people who might care for him, and fall into his addictions.
David shifted his body, so he was sitting on his knees. His back to the outside world beyond the alley, and his front facing Race.
The brunette tried to catch Race's wandering eyes. "I never talk about any girls, because I've never liked any girls."
Race finally made eye contact with David. He couldn't help but sigh as he looked into the bright eyes of the unusually-quiet loudmouth in front of him. Race looked so innocent and broken, sitting on the floor.
David continued, "I've never actually felt... this," he was at a loss for words as he gestured between them, "until now".
David looked down and at Race's hand, resting on his leg, and reached for it. Race looked shocked, hesitating slightly before softly gripping David's hand.
"I'm still not sure what's going on, but I want to find out." He squeezed Race's hand, and Race squeezed back.
The corner of David's mouth turned up into a smile and Race's copied. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and placed it on his bag again.
"So," Race's soft smile turned into his signature smirk. "Does that mean I get to do this," he quickly leaned forward and grabbed David's vest, pulling him towards the wall. "Again after today?"
David was already short of breath at Race's sudden seize of control. A breathy, "yes," was all he managed to say before Race tightened his grip on David's vest.

"Good," Race's voice was deep and his eyes were dark as he moved his body forward to meet David's lips.

Soft. Smooth. Soothing.

Their newspapers forgotten in bags next to them.