Disclaimer - I own the plot, and nothing else as of now.
Summary - What if best friends realize a secret about themselves? What if they kiss? What if they like it? [as you can tell I suck at summaries .]
Dedication - I would like to dedicate this fiction to Victory Thru Tears, Star, Princess of Mirkwood, Dana, Aqua Lion, Joyful and Saturniia. These fantastic writers have influenced me greatly. I owe so much to each of them. Thank you all.
Rating - It's rated R. 1- It's a slash. 2- Language. And 3- Possible -Mild- Smut [along with Adult Themes]
Important - This happens with the idea in mind that Jack did NOT kiss David's sister. I repeat - He did NOT kiss her.
AN - This is my first Newsies fic…bear with me. And I'm not really going to write how they pronounce the words, so you'll have to use your imagination. The º things in the story mean that they may need explanation - which will be viewable at the bottom of the page. And Race's name is fixed…sorry about that. =^.^=

The Day the Sun Died
By Stepherz

Jack's POVº

I woke up tired. The sun dipped over the rooftops, and fluttered across my pallid cheeks. I smiled, and inhaled slowly. The first breath of the morning - I sometimes wished it would never end. The relaxation of drowsiness floated over me, and I yawned. As I slid down from the fire escape before David woke up. I didn't want him to lecture me about how I should have come inside. I liked sleeping outside.

New York, New York - Such a great city, they had to name it twice. I jumped the spare feet down onto the ground. The pavement hit my worn shoes, and I bent my knees as a reflex. I looked down the street, and there was a group of the Newsies coming. They looked tired, like me. Racetrack smiled, and dodged through a crowd before slapping my shoulder.

"G'mornin' to ya, Mister Kelly." I smiled, and slugged him playfully in the stomach.

"Good mornin' street rats." I hollered to the gang of boys that neared us. They laughed, and jogged to meet us.

Crutchy lagged, and frowned as he hobbled towards us. "Wait up, you guys!"

Kid Blink, Mush, and Skittery halted in front of me. Crutchy caught up, and Racetrack recuperated. David came out the door, he smiled weakly.

"The kid's sick." I smirked. I'd taught him to pretend to be sick to trigger pity among customers. David eyed me.

"No, really. He's sick, Jack. He's got the flu." I frowned, and the rest of the boys looked half-heartedly sympathetic.

"He'll get better. I'll go visit him after I sell all me Telies."

He sighed, but looked content. We all walked to Weasel's.

I remembered our striking days. Those days were pretty great. I'd had to keep it pretty low-key these days. I mean, our relationship. Yeah, me 'n' Mush. It might seem really weird, but yeah, that's us. Around the guys I couldn't let them catch on. So me 'n' Mush kept it quiet.

I cast him a glance, and he averted his gaze quickly. I didn't really know where our 'relationship' stood. We hadn't talked in a while, well, a few days, and he seemed to be avoiding me. It hurt, I had to admit. But I guess I'd caused him a lot of pain too.

I stepped on his foot, and he looked up at me, his brows furrowing. I smiled, and brushed his arm, urging him to stay back with me, as I let the others pass us. He waited until everyone was gone, before he turned to look at me.

"Jack?"

"Mush, I'm coming back to the Lodging House." He looked delighted.

"Really?"

"Yeah…I'm stayin' for good this time." His face lit up in the dim morning sun, and the breeze faintly affected his hair. He reminded me of a god…He looked so perfect.

"That's great, Jack!" I smiled.

"We have a lot of catching up to do." He grinned, sensing my purpose.

Sometimes when I was around him, I felt…well…giddy, and elated. He nodded in agreement, and I pulled him into a dark alley. The dust made him sneeze, as I dragged him through a heap of garbage, and waded knee-deep into the trash. Once safe from prying eyes at the back of the alley, save the crows that perched atop the clothes-lines which trained from building to building across the narrow passage.

He took off his newsboy hat, revealing the naturally curly black/brown hair of his. I smiled, and he smiled. At first it seemed awkward, but I tugged at his suspenders, and he obligingly stepped forward. Our faces were but inches apart, and I exhaled against his cheek. The moist air reflected, and came back into my own face.

He licked his lips, a faint gleam becoming apparent on them. My body quivered with anticipation. I pulled him closer, and he raised his hands to my cheeks. My hands were at his waist, and I careened him still closer. Our faces were barely an inch apart. My fingers roved up his back, to his shoulders. My elbows bent just under his arms, and he settled his own arms around my neck.

I observed his face carefully. Every detail of the façade in which I'd been charmed by. He seemed to be memorizing my appearance as well. I could stand it no longer. I pressed my lips to his, my tongue evading his lips, and progressing to his mouth. It explored the cavern with long-harnessed passion. The duet was hardly one-sided. He navigated through my own mouth, while holding me capture with his hand, at the nape of my neck. Our kiss was one of truly mutual longing - it had been so long since our last.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from him, though our limbs remained entwined, and close. I smiled. I was satisfied. His lips dusted my cheek, and ran along my cheekbone. I tilted my head, to give him a wider span. He ranged down my throat, then back to my lips. I wanted this moment to reign forever.

Finally - it was just Mush and me…finally.

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º - POV = Point of Veiw…Therefore, this chapter was from Jack's Point of Veiw…or perspective.