Disclaimer: I do not own the newsies. There are under the ownership of Walt Disney studios.
Jack Kelly was nothing short of masculine but something about those boy's eyes made his masculinity hide away. He was lying in his bunk, practically naked, thinking about the boy's smile. The image danced around in his head making his member ache in lustrous pain. Why? You know there is no chance, he told himself incessantly. Jack was taking a "sick day" (or if that is what you would call it in his profession.). Jack looked to the doorway when he had heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He figured it was Kloppman coming up just to give him a hard time about how he had said he was too sick to work. The door swung open and there the boy stood. Jack heart was beating a thousand times a minute.
"Heya Spot," Jack squeaked out, "What are youse doin heah?" Spot simply smiled.
"You know why I'm heah Jacky boy." Every time Spot said his name like that he shuddered. He wished Spot felt the same. Jack gulped.
"I do?" his voice cracked. Spot nodded.
"Well, ah you heah to tell me sumptin about your boys or my boys?" Spot shook his head. Jack could feel his heart pound.
"Jacky Boy….. You don't have ta play coy with me. I know what ya feelin'. I feel it too." Spot said. For the first time in Jack's life he had seen Spot Conlon vulnerable. Oddly, he had found it comforting. Jack Could feel his member throbbing and he knew that he was erect but the blankets kept him covered good.
"Spot…. What ah youse tryin' ta say?" Spot was starting to sweat. Jack had almost been worried if he were sick or not but before he could ask, Spot had spoken.
"Jack…… sometimes when I am awake at night…. I sit dere and think. I think of what it would be like ta kiss your lips and draw you into me." Spot's Brooklyn, tough guy persona had almost vanished when he had said that. Jack smiled and it was evident that Spot was relieved to see it. When Jack didn't say anything, Spot almost felt obligated to break the silence.
"Now, Don't get me wrong Jacky Boy. I ain't no bitch. You fuck me den I fuck you right back." Spot said matter-of-factly. Jack laughed. This is really happening! Oh my god, this is really happenning! Jack cheered himself.
"Spot, I know. I ain't too. I jus can help but want to -" Jack was cut off.
"Jack. I'm not gay. But I love ya. I ain't no fag but you and me. Well, it's just me and you tageda and dat means I don't want no other man." Spot stated almost incoherently. Jack nodded. He stepped off the bunk and stood close to Spot, so close that they could both feel the heat off each other's bodies. Spot shoved Jack's lips hard into his. It was so hard that it almost hurt Jack but neither of them wanted to pull away. All of the sudden Jack's body jolted. He was lying in bed again and all the newsboys were getting ready to start the day. It was only a dream. Mush look up at Jack.
"Heya Jack. Youse was dreamin' and I didn't want ta wake ya. So, what was da dream about ?" Mush asked casually. Jack laughed.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told ya. "