race and spot had been bunking at the mahattan bunks since the strike ended, spot still ran all of brooklyn, he just stayed with the 'hattans most of the time. but the only problem was the other bunkmates. spot and race shared a bottom bunk while elmer slept above them. it was never a problem, until now. spot traced his hands over race's chest. race shivered at the touch but knew he had to be quiet, elmer was asleep but it was still risky. race continued to desperately pull at spots suspenders as spot teased his neck until he sat up and took off his pants. spot went back to tracing light bruises and kisses down races chest before sitting up. race always seemed more desperate every night more than the last time. spot pushed his own hair out of his face as race desperately began sucking onto spots dick. spot tangled his fingers through races blonde hair as he continued to suck him off. race lifted his head off of spots length after hearing him begin to groan over it, and stroked him a few times before spot pushed him down, making sure his head hit the pillow and not the metal headboard, and smirked. "may i'se?" he asked, race responded by nodding and spreading his legs. spot inserted himself slowly, and tried to hold still as best he could until race had ajusted. spot began to pound into race, quickening his pace everytime race muffled a noise. "s-spot!" race called out, gripping onto the sheets and rolling his eyes back. spot shoved his hand over races mouth, "shhh! idiot, we's gonna get caught if ya's keep makin' all them noises" he whispered. spot continued to thrust into race as he kept his hand in place to muffle all of races whimpers. as both of them neared their climax, the bed above them shook for moment. spot froze, elmer climbed down from the bed, walked down the hallway and back, and climbed back up. mustve heard something. spot looked down at race, clinging onto the sheets so desperate, bucking his hips up for more contact, sweating, tears at the corners of his eyes. on his soft eyelashes they laid, from being pounded this hard, it wasnt unusual for the boy to cry, but it was from pleasure. "are ya sure you's okay?" spot whispered to race, a question almost always asked to make sure the tears actually were from pleasure. race whined and bucked up again, "spottie, please! jus' finish.." he wailed, obviously not quiet enough as spot placed his hand back over his mouth and restarted going in and out of race. race wuickly moved his hands from gripping the bedsheets to gripping onto spots back, his nails digging into spots soft skin. the two rode out their climaxes together, spot pulled out and plopped down on his back beside race. race cuddled up into a ball, against spot, his head and fluffy hair against spots bear chest. spot sighed and wiped the small tears from races eyes, and kissed him on the forehead. and the two boys were out like a light.
