Author's Note: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters.
Racetrack's eyes closed as a reflex to the feel of someone else's lips on his. He opened his mouth to let them explore it with their tongue. He tilted his head back as their kisses traveled lightly over his chin and down his neck. "Oh, Spot," Race moaned.
The sound of his own voice woke him from his deep sleep and suddenly he was looking at Skittery, who was looking back with a raised eyebrow and look of inquiry. Race sat up in his bunk, he had been dreaming about Spot Conlon. His stomach was in knots hoping that the name he spoke in his sleep was not audible.
The look of fear on Racetrack's face was clear enough for Skittery, though. Now, he knew what he had heard was right. He heard Race saying "Spot" in his sleep, which would not have been a big deal if it weren't for the way he had said it and his growing excitement that he unsuccessfully tried to hide under the thin sheets.
"You okay, Race?," the voice of Jack Kelly sounded from across the room, "you look like youse seen a ghost."
"Uh, yea, I'm okay, Jack." Race looked at Skittery searching his face for some answer to what he had heard.
"What were you dreaming about?," Skittery asked as a smirk spread across his lips.