Newsies Short Stories

Sprace- Laps

Race loved Spot. He loved nothing more than Spot other than his cigar. Although there was one thing he sometimes consider to be something better than Spot. That thing was Spots lap. He loved curling up in his lap as small as he could when he was upset. He loved sprawling all over his lap when he wanted cuddles or wanted to be funny. He loved sitting in his lap and cuddling him to cheer Spot up. He loved sitting in his lap, facing towards Spot, and squishing his cheeks in between his hands because it made Race laugh. Race just really loved Spots lap and the idea of him being in.

It had been a few days since Race saw Spot. Spot had meetings with other places and was very busy. Race also help Crutchie up to the rooftop while Jack was at meetings. Race felt fidgety, even though he had his cigar he was still fidgeting. Davey and Crutchie noticed he was like this. They was also finding it amusing when Albert tried helping. Albert invited Race into his lap which he did. The two was always like this, Spot didn't care. Race knew who his boyfriend was one and who his friend was.

"Albert, Albie, I'm sorry but youse lap isn't the same as my Spottie's. Thank you tho." Race smiled and started pacing or skipping if you asked Davey.

Jack had been stood in the door for a few minutes watching this take place. He had a smirk on his face and was silently laughing.

"Race a few hours ago Itey told me to send youse to Brooklyn." Jack said. Itey was Spots second in command.

"A few hours ago? Jack! Youse a jerk." Race said running out the door.

He ran all the way to Brooklyn. Before he went to Spot's room he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and took a moment to breathe. He barraged into Spots room without knocking, something he did often which annoyed Spot.

"Ise told you about knocking." Spot rolled his eyes.

"Hello, did you die?" Race joked.

"Not yet."

"Good, I require attention from youse lap and not the sexual kind." Race said sprawling over Spots lap. Spot kissed Races blonde curls and smiled.

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A loud crash echoed through Brooklyn before being followed me a bright flash. Race was sleeping over at Brooklyn. When the first crash happened it woke Race immediately. He pulled the cover up this his chin, he didn't want to wake Spot but he did.

"Come 'ere, Pretty boy." Spot whispered sweetly pulling Race into his lap.

Race snuggled into Spots lap and chest. Spot wrapped his arms tightly around him and rocked him gently. He whispered a little story in Races ear to distract him from the storm. He always had a story ready. This way he was prepared to distract Race and himself but nobody knew that.

Race was always happy and safe in Spots lap. Spot was always happy and safe with Race in his lap.

A/N- that break didn't last long but tbh I think it's going to be one where it's random. Although this is distracting me which is helpful. Hope you enjoyed this :).