Disclaimer: It, like everything is owned by Disney.
Notes: yay drabbles! Double yay Snitey.
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Sharing a bed don't mean nothing.
Itey slept peacefully, Snitch laying the opposite ways, their bodies like some puzzle.
Holding hands don't mean nothing.
Lost in the crowd of the other boys, they shuffled by. Itey reached tentatively out and let their knuckles brush together. Snitch seized his hand and laced their fingers. There was a palpable feeling between their hugging palms.
Kissing secretly in darkened alleyways don't mean nothing.
The moon was their only source of light. Dirt-smeared hands were locked in dark locks. Itey's matted curls, Snitch's short waves. Their mouths joined and their dusky skin pearly in the moonlight. Their eyes were diamonds and opals melted over their bones.
A foot in your face don't mean nothing.
Itey awoke to the pressure of something against his lips. Dirt and street grime encased it even though he loved to wash them and feel clean. He shoved the foot away but saw Snitch smiling at him around his thumb from the end of the bed.
Restless nights in the alleys and stumbling, blinking into the sun don't mean nothing.
They had spent the night in the alley in each other's arms. There had been apprehensive touching and then primal clawing and animalistic moans. In the morning, they were still in each other's arms and needed to spring apart and run away. Get away and keep up the charade of normal boys.
All of it don't mean nothing.
The day after, Snitch got him a honey cake. He smiled, showing those large front teeth and Itey grabbed it, grinning back. He split it in half. They sat in front of the distribution center, eating. Over the sweet globs of food, they looked at each other. And they smiled.
But being together…that's everything.