Notes: Specs/Dutchy! Actually, I don't think this fic will need extra warnings, 'sides the slash one. Wow. ::grins:: I hope you all liked the first chapter (and that you like this one), 'cause I don't do happiness all that much. ..^_^..

Thanks: yeah! Carmen, Wizesandz and Fatechan again! ::runlatchtackleglomphugsnuggletopple:: You are the best! The BEST!

Wizesandz: Write dat fic a yours! And let me beta it! I really wanna see how you write Blink!

And Fatechan: I will make you write a fic. So watch out. ::evil laugh:: 

Carmen: Chapter six? Please? Or I will poke many times with my Evil Wooden Spoon of Doom! …or not… if you write fast… I will give you more Jewish Desserts! ::hands over Jewish Desserts::

Disclaimer: If I owned the Newsies…there'd be a lot more…snogging. But I don't. ::pouts::

The Sweetest Wine

Second Glass: Swiftly Spreading Warmth

Dutchy returned to the Lodging House, and heard the loud sounds of a poker game going on upstairs in the bunk room. He decided not to become involved, as he normally lost most of his money in those games. Stupid poker faces.

            He shrugged and walked into the common room, to find a small fire in the fireplace. Lying in front of it, on his stomach, was Specs, a book held in his outstretched hands, his chin resting on a pillow on the floor. Dutchy grinned and tackled him, before forcing him to roll over, and sitting on his clothed stomach.

Specs laughed and looked up at Dutchy, then making his face mockingly angry,

"Ehy! Why'd ya disturb me, Ise was readin'!" Dutchy laughed down at him.

"Anythin' moah important den me? Ise 'opes not, fer dat book's sake." Specs sighed and fake-scowled. "Ehy! Wipe dat expression offa your face, mistah, right dis instance." Specs stuck out his tongue at Dutchy. Dutchy then erupted into a fit of giggles, and rolled off of Specs, to sit next to him on the floor.

"Youse is shoah back late taday, any reason?"

"Naw not really. Bad sellin', dat's abou' it." Dutchy said as he put his left wrist further behind his body. "Whatcha readin' anyway?"

"Nothin' in pahticulah, jus' a book of short stories."

"Oh. Ok."

"Yeh." The two boys then slid into a slightly uncomfortable silence, Dutchy fiddling nervously with the wrist behind his back, Specs staring into the book he was supposed to be reading, while in actuality he had been 'reading' the same sentence for about two minutes. Finally, Dutchy broke the silence, still holding his arms behind his back.

"Specs?" Dutchy began hesitantly.

"Yeh, Dutchy?" Specs murmured, not looking up from the sentence.

"Ise wasn' late 'cause Ise was sellin' papes," the blonde admitted, his hands moving constantly behind him.

"Huh?" Specs said, puzzled. He tilted his head up, and met Dutchy's eyes.

"Yeh. Here Specs." The blonde held something out, enclosed inside his fist. Specs cocked his head to the side, and held out his own palm. Dutchy tilted his hand, and let something glittering sliver in the firelight slide from his hand to Specs'. Specs held it up in wonder, a silver metal chain, connect to which was a small silver sun, one curved sliver of it missing. He looked into Dutchy's eyes, and muttered dumfounded,

"Wha'?" Dutchy smiled happily,

"Very articulate. It's a bracelet Specs. Y'know, ta wear around youse's wrist." He held out his own wrist, upon which was another bracelet, also metal, but with a silver moon attached to it. Dutchy reached out and grabbed hold of the sun, not pulling the chain from Specs' grasp. He put the moon and sun side by side, and slid them against each other so they clicked. Then letting them out of his hold, they swung but stayed together side by side.

"'Ow did youse get dese, Dutch?" Dutchy shrugged,

"Ise saved up, little by little. An' lookie wha' Ise gots cahved on da back. Go ahead, turn dem ovah!" Specs reached out and turned the carved sun and moon over. On the back of the sun was a beautifully engraved 'S', and on the moon was an elegantly carved 'D'. "See, deys belongs ta us."

"T'anks, Dutch. Ise really don' know what ta say." Specs reached over and hugged the other boy, unhooking the sun and moon from each other so he could do so. Specs leaned over and pressed his lips to Dutchy's, placing a sweet, gentle kiss upon them. Dutchy leaned forward in response, before they broke the kiss. Then they curled up on the floor, lying on their stomachs, Specs reading quietly to Dutchy.

The steady sound of his voice wafted across the commons, and when he looked over Dutchy had fallen asleep. He curled around his lover's sleeping form, and let the body heat warm him against the chill night.