Notes: (seriously, everyone knows that it's owned by Disney so the disclaimer is, like, implied…and yes, I'm aware that it took as much time to type that than to type the disclaimer…shh!). Come on…Jokester/Emo kid love. The most honest love there is. So what do I give the girl who gets all (not some, not most, all) of my crazy references and has all the mad skills? Skittrack-under-the-stage sex AU in which the boys are in a production of Annie. Enjoy.

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Mush is singing somewhere. His voice drifts over to us in our secreted spot amongst the cobwebs and lost pencils under the stage.

"Wishin' and hopin' and thinkin' and prayin'. Planning and dreamin' each night of his chaaaaarms. That won't get you into his aaaaarms!"

It's strange that in a musical in which all of us gay boys are playing girls, we still have to hide our kisses and embraces. David and Mush make out all the time in front of us—even if David thinks that public displays of affection are juvenile. But what we're doing goes beyond kissing. He was mopey today and I do what I always do when he's mopey…which is a daily occurrence. I'm surprised my hand hasn't fallen off although I'm fairly certain I now have carpal tunnel.

We roll through the cobwebs and he sits on a pencil, almost crying out in pain. I laugh, he glowers. I stick my hand down his pants and he makes a squeaking noise. I nibble his lower lip lightly and flash a broad grin that I suppose is just near visible in the gloom.

Mush is still up there, singing his little heart out while someone—Spot, presumably—is threatening to beat…beat something. His voice isn't audible over my little mopey-head's moans and Mush's singing.

"All you gotta do is hold him, and kiss him, and love him…and show him that you caaaare!"