Flurry


A/N[1]: Rated R for a reason.


Disclaimer: If they were mine, the movie would be way more interesting.





Spot pulled Race into the common room where there was still a small fire lit in the fireplace, and kissed him passionately. His tongue slid into Race's mouth, slowly exploring every crevice.


Ending the kiss, he pulled back and began working his way down Race's jawline. Paying careful attention to the pulse point, Spot left a hot trail of kisses down his neck, pulling his collar out of his way.


When he reached his shoulder, Spot stopped for a second. A wicked grin spread across his face as he quickly lifted up the back of Race's shirt, and placed his hands on his lower back.


"Christ!" Race yelped, surprised. "Your hands are freezing!"


"I know." Spot replied before going back to sucking on his collar bone, leaving a bright red mark which would remain for days.


Race gasped as Spot began to trace the flushed skin of his ribs with frigid fingers, he had to fight back a moan of pleasure as one icy finger dipped just under the rim of his pants.


Spot's mouth was captured hungrily as Race pulled him closer. Sliding an arm around his waist, Race's eyes suddenly flew wide open.


"Spot, you're soaking wet!" He exclaimed.


"No shit." Spot replied.


"Aren't you cold?" Race asked, concerned.


"Not really." Spot said, smirking.


Race tugged him closer to the fireplace, and pushed his suspenders off of his shoulders. As they shared a slow sweet kiss, Race made quick work of the shirts buttons. Finally Spot removed his shirt completely, and turned for a moment to hang it over the grate in front of the fireplace to dry.


As Spot bent over to arrange his shirt on the grate, Race glanced at his now bare back. The smooth unblemished skin stretched over rippling muscles as Spot moved, and Race noticed that he could see every knob of Spot's spine.


Spot shivered as he felt a feather-light finger run down the length of his back. Race snickered quietly as goosebumps broke out over Spot's soft flesh.


Before Spot could make a move, Race bent down and carefully kissed the first vertebra he could see at the base of Spot's neck. He continued working his way slowly down his back, placing butterfly kisses on each vertebra, while his hands rested gently on Spot's hips. When he reached his lower back, Race paused, now on his knees. All at once, Race tightened his grip on Spot's hips and spun him around so that he was facing his abdomen. He teasingly kissed the taunt muscles of his abs, before dipping his tongue into Spot's bellybutton, causing Spot to moan deep within his throat, despite his best efforts not to.


Race stood up slowly, and swallowed hard as he studied Spot for a moment. He was gorgeous, his frame was slim but muscular, and his torso still retained most of his summer tan.


He gazed into Spot's eyes, which were partially obscured by his hair, which was hanging in his face. Race reached up, almost shyly, and brushed the soft bangs behind Spot's ear. Spot, not breaking eye contact, captured Race's hand in his own. He brought it to his mouth, and kissed each finger in turn, before kissing the palm tenderly.


Race could do nothing but stare into Spot's eyes, the flames from the fire were reflected in their normal blue, shifting and glowing red and orange, Race watched fascinated. Then he saw something else, pure unbridled lust dancing with the firelight trapped in those beautiful sapphire orbs.


Their mouths met again, full of desire. A flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues. Spot bit Race's earlobe while unbuttoning his shirt, nearly riping it off in impatience and frustration.


Spot watched as the firelight played across Race's skin. Shadows and light falling in swirling patterns over his flushed flesh.


Their hands roamed each others bodies, the lightest touch leaving lasting impressions.


They began unconsciously grinding their hips together, finally, needing more friction, both boys kicked their shoes off and eased their way onto the floor, never breaking contact.


They slowed only once, Race looked Spot strait in the eyes, before pushing him to the floor, and straddling his hips.


Spot raised an eyebrow, and looked at Race inquisitively. Race smirked and leaned down, he kissed Spot tenderly, and sweetly, letting all of his emotions flow through his one action.


Not breaking the kiss, he rolled over so that Spot was on top.


The rest of their clothing was quickly discarded, and a frenzied heat built up between them, until it was released in one dizzying, spiraling, explosion of energy and emotion.


Race looked up at Spot's face, which was a mere two inches from his own. Beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead, and his hair had fallen back into his eyes. A few of the longer strands were hanging down, tickling Race's cheekbones.


"Spot?" Race whispered.


"Yeah?" Spot replied sleepily as he laid his head on Race's chest.


"Am I still kicked out of Brooklyn?" Race asked.


"Are you worried about going to the tracks tomorrow?" Spot asked sounding slightly amused.


Race smiled, Spot knew him too well.


"No, you're not kicked outta Brooklyn." Spot said.


"Spot?" Race whispered again.


"Yeah?" Spot yawned.


'I love you.' He wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to, after how Spot had reacted the first time.


"Goodnight." He said instead.


"Mmm." Spot mumbled.




When Race woke up, Spot was gone, he dressed quickly, and made it up to the bunk room before anyone else woke up.


Jack was the first one to notice Race's improvement in attitude.


"Hey Race, you're in a good mood dis mornin', did ya have a really good dream last night or what?" Jack asked as they walked to the distribution office.


Race just smiled and said nothing.


"Last night you looked like you lost fifty bucks at the tracks, now you look like the mayor's daughter just proposed, what's up?"


Race racked his brain, trying to think of a lie his friend would buy.


Luckily, none was necessary, for at that moment Dave came running up.


"Jack, we have to try and hurry today, I have to be home early." He said panting for breath.


"Okay Dave, See ya later Race." Jack called as he and Dave started off into the crowed.


Race sighed in relief, and reached into his pocket for his money, when his fingers landed on an unfamiliar object. He pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket, and scanned it quickly.


Race,

Come to my window at ten. Brooklyn's more comfortable than Manhattan anyway. At least I have a bed. Sorry about this morning, but I didn't have the heart to wake you up.
See you later.


Spot


Race smiled slightly as he folded the paper back up, and stuck it carefully into his pocket before hurrying to sell his papers.





A/N[2]: And the plot thickens, sort of. Okay, so there's not much plot, sue me. Please review! You can even flame me if you must. This was so fun to write that nothing you say can make me any less proud of it! I was listening to Duran Duran while writing this chapter in case anyone was remotely curious. The next chapter might take a little longer, sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!

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SpotLover421~ I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the review!


Studentnumber24601~ Right on! I'm glad you liked it, thank you so much for the review!


SillyFidget~ hehehe (hands you a tissue, looks back at the chapter I just wrote, hands you the entire box of tissues.) Thanks for the review!


Bobcat:Slashgoil~ I'm glad you liked it, this chapter is why it was rated R. Thanks for the review!


Gothic Author~ Dude, now I feel loved, I am a major addict to! Spot/Race is my favorite pairing. I hope you liked this chapter, it was much fun to write! Thanks for the review!