Smoke (Racetrack Higgins one-shot)
I don't own Newsies in any way.
"Ise goin' out foa a smoke", Racetrack said.
The newsies didn't even hear him, but I did.
I loved the way Race always smelled.
He always smelled like open air and cigar smoke.
His girlfriends hated it though.
Racetrack was a mastermind, a jokester, and a compulsive gambler, but he was also sweet, a fiercely loyal friend, and a wonderful boyfriend.
I got up and went outside after grabbing one of Race's cigars.
"Heya Honeysuckle", Racetrack said.
"Heya Race", I said, "Ise noticed yer cigah was gettin' small, so Ise brought youse a new one".
"Tanks", he said taking the new cigar. Only, his hand didn't just take the cigar, it also wrapped around my wrist, bringing me closer to him. "Ise know youse been watchin' me Honeybee", Racetrack said.
"Really?" I asked him, my eyes darkening with desire.
"Yeah", he breathed.
I leaned close and breathed in the scent of the cigar smoke on Race's breath. Tiny shivers went down my spine. My breathing became ragged.
Race's dark brown eyes became nearly black.
We leaned in and our lips met in a slow, passionate kiss.
I could taste the cigar on his lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he wrapped his around my waist.
The kiss continued. Racetrack pulled away.
I put my head in his neck and breathed in the scent of his cigar. I will always love the smell of smoke.