Flurry

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

Disclaimer: Not mine, yadda yadda, don't sue, etc...

"Race, are you sick?" Kid Blink asked. Mush put a hand on Race's forehead.

"He's not warm."

"Maybe he's dying." Snitch piped up.

"Race, are you dying." Kid Blink asked seriously.

"God you guys! Just because I lost a hand of poker..."

"Two hands." Mush reminded him.

"In a row!" Snitch added helpfully.

"WHATEVER!" Race huffed, "I am NOT dying."

"So, whose the girl?" Jack asked smirking.

"What are you talking about Jack?" Race asked, even as his ears turned dark crimson.

"Come on Race, you woke up in a great mood, you've been preoccupied all day, and you've been checking your watch every five minutes. Obviously you have a date, so spill it, who is it?" Jack questioned.

"I..." Race started to answer.

"You have a date Race?" Mush asked.

"Is she pretty?" Snitch inquired.

"I thought we were playing poker." Race said, trying to change the subject.

"This is more interesting." Blink said. Race glanced at his watch for roughly the 29,000th time that evening, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, guys, I'd love to stay and talk, but I don't want to be late." He said, much to the disappointment of the other boys. He stood up, grabbed his jacket, and rushed out of the bunkroom.

By the time he reached the Brooklyn Lodging house, Race was freezing, and cursing freely at the snow for being so damn cold. Carefully he ascended the fire escape, (cursing it for being metal in the middle of winter), and finally reached the platform which accessed Spot's window.

Cautiously he crept forward and peered in. Spot was sitting shirtless, on his neatly made bed, looking nervous. Race smiled, finding the look endearing, after all, it was not everyday that you got to see the Great Spot Conlon looking nervous for a date.

In his heart, Race wanted to sit and watch some more, but in the end his body won out. December was just too cold a month to sit on a fire escape for extended periods of time, no matter how romantic you are, and especially is there is a warm, willing body waiting for you inside.

He gently tapped on the window, and suppressed a laugh at the look of relief that passed over Spot's face when he realized that Race had actually shown up. Spot quickly replaced the look with a smirk as he walked over the the closed window.

"Can I help you Higgins?" He asked through the glass.

"Spot, that's not funny. It's freezing out here, let me in!" Race whined.

"Say the magic words." Spot said, amused at Race's current predicament.

"Please?" Race tried.

"Try again." Spot said, moving closer to the window, giving Race a better view.

Race was now having trouble concentrating. Which was understandable, as it was extremely cold out, and most of the blood had abandoned his brain in favor of more sensitive areas of his body. This therefore explains his next reply, which was actually more of a threat.

"Spot, open the damn window right now, or I am going to go and come in through the front door. And you'd better start thinking of excuses to tell the rest of the lodging house when they hear the noises coming from your room." He went on to describe in detail just what exactly he would do to Spot if it came to that. All of this description was intriguing, and not at all unpleasant.

Spot opened the window.

Race jumped in, grabbed Spot and shoved him forcefully against the wall, kissing him roughly. This Spot returned with great enthusiasm. When they finally broke apart, Spot still retained enough presence of mind to shut the window so they both didn't freeze to death.

Race sat down on the bed, which was the only piece of furniture in the room besides the small table sitting next to it. The room itself was really more of a closet than an actual room, and had always been reserved for the leader of the Brooklyn newsboys.

"What was that you said last night about having more sense than to walk around in the middle of a blizzard?" Spot asked.

"For your information smart ass," Race answered, "I said I had more sense than to walk from Brooklyn to Manhattan, I never said anything about Manhattan to Brooklyn." He finished smugly.

Spot shook his head, smiled, and sat down on the bed, close to Race but not touching. Suddenly shy.

"So," He started, "what do you want to do?" He asked. Race turned and favored him with an incredulous look. Spot looked sheepish,

"Never mind, stupid question." He said. Race sat as if deep in thought for a minute, before asking,

"Spot, are you sure your comfortable with this?" Now it was Spot's turn to be incredulous.

"Do you think I would have asked you to come over here if I wasn't?"

"It's just that last night happened so fast... and I know that this is all new for you..."

"Do you regret what happened?" Spot asked, a mix of emotions wearing on his face.

"No!" Race shook his head vehemently, "Of course not, I was just worried that you..." His rambling was effectively cut short by Spot's lips being pressed firmly against his own. Spot broke the kiss first, and pulled away slowly looking into Race's eyes.

"I don't regret anything we've done Racetrack." He said sincerely.

"Good." Race whispered, leaning in for another kiss.

Spot nimbly undid the buttons holding Race's shirt closed, deciding all at once that Race was wearing far too much clothing for them to get anywhere.

To this Race had no objection.

Once he had him shirtless, Spot paused, and gently traced the hickey he had left on Race's neck. He kissed the bruised skin carefully, and then went on the run his tongue along Race's collarbone. Race moaned in appreciation as he combed his fingers through Spot's hair, reveling in the silky texture.

His hands then slipped down to trace the smooth curves and hard muscles of Spot's bare back. Spot sighed happily, tipping his head back in pleasure as Race massaged his lower back. Race kissed his way down Spot's neck, and upon reaching his shoulder, he bit it lightly. A moment later he began giggling.

"What?" Spot asked breathlessly.

"Nothing." Race said innocently, getting himself under control and kissing Spot soundly. After a few more fiery minutes of groping, licking, sucking, and nipping, Race could not refrain from once again bitting Spot's shoulder. Unable to control himself, he burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Spot asked irritably at the interruption. Race calmed himself as much as he possibly could before replying,

"When I bite your shoulder... you squeak." He then broke down into another fit of helpless giggles.

Spot pushed him back roughly and began to pout.

Race immediately stopped laughing upon seeing Spot's change in attitude.

"Oh, come on Spot." Race pleaded, "It's not a bad thing, in fact it's cute."

"I am the leader of Brooklyn, I do NOT squeak, and I am NOT cute!" Spot insisted petulantly. Race moved closer to Spot, and slipped an arm around his waist.

"I like it when you squeak," He said, giving Spot a heated look, "It's sexy." Spot raised an eyebrow.

"Then why were you laughing?"

"Because it's not everyday that you hear the leader of Brooklyn squeak, no matter how sexy it is." Race replied, humor glinting in his eyes.

"Go to hell Higgins." Spot said without much force.

"I can't go to hell." Race shot back, "I'm already in heaven." Spot rolled his eyes.

"That is the worst line I've ever heard." He exclaimed. Race smirked, and Spot shoved him once more, causing him to fall back on the bed.

Race welcomed this change in position, as Spot crawled over and recaptured his mouth, he quickly caught Spot's lower lip gently between his teeth, and sucked lightly before releasing him. Spot replaced his mouth with his fingers, and Race kissed them softly before slowly swirling his tongue around each digit.

Spot's mouth did not remain idol for long, as he kissed his way down Race's chest, pausing to run his tongue over Race's ribs. His breath skipped across Race's abdomen as he moved ever lower. He came to Race's bellybutton and ran his tongue around it, before biting the sensitive skin just below it.

A near growl escaped from between Race's lips. Spot looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, his lips curved up into a smirk.

"Shut up." Race said, a blush staining his cheeks.

"I didn't say a word." Spot said almost laughing. He nipped Race's red ears, and started tracing lazy patterns on his chest with damp fingertips.

Race's hands traveled down Spot's sides and came to rest at the top of his pants. Carefully undoing them, he released Spot from their restriction, as Spot returned the favor, removing Race's offending garments.

Now with no barriers between them, the boys quickly built up a steady rhythm, each trying to outlast the other. Race finished first with a low moan, and Spot quickly after with one to match. Now too exhausted to do much else, they lay in each other's arms and after a few tender kisses, they fell fast asleep.

~~~

Race was the first to wake up and for a long time he was reluctant to move from the warmth and safety of Spot's arms. But eventually his body won out, and he had to get up and relieve himself.

Walking quietly back into the room, so as not to disturb Spot, he sat down by the window and looked out over the water of the river, the sun had just begun to rise.

He turned his attention back to Spot who was still sleeping peacefully. His thoughts drifted back to the night before last when he had looked at Jack as he slept and wondered if Spot could ever look so young. Now having the change to watch him sleep, Race realized that not only did he look much younger than his sixteen years, but with the early light of dawn streaming through the window and caressing his face and golden hair, Spot looked like an angel.

"I love you Spot." Race whispered into the stillness of the morning.

Spot did not stir.

Race smiled, even if he never got up the courage to tell Spot how he felt ever again, he knew that deep down, Spot knew how he felt, and for now, in the golden light of morning, in his own small version of heaven, Spot was his to cherish, and that was good enough for him.

The End

A/N[2]: I have come to the end of the story, but worry not, for I will most likely write more stories of this nature eventually. I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but my muses went on strike. I have them back now, all securely locked in my closet and ready to work! In the unlikely case that anyone is remotely interested anymore, I was listening to Hanson while writing this chapter. Thank you for reading my story, and my incredibly long author's note, if anyone at all is in fact still reading this. Until next time. ; )

~Ink

~Shoutouts~

Thistle~ I'm glad you liked it, here's more. I really do care that you were listening to Joy Division while reviewing! I have never heard anything by them, are they any good? Thank you for the reviews!

Lavie-chan~ Yes there's more, here it is! I hope you like it. Thank you for the review, it is much appreciated!

Bobcat:slashgoil~ I made you hyperventilate? That's awesome! I hope this chapter had much the same effect. Thank you for reviewing!

SpotLover421~ Your review was very encouraging, thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't get this out sooner. Once again, thank you so much for the review!

SpecsGlasses~ I hope this chapter has made you happy. : ) Sorry I took so long to update. I love your reviews, they are very encouraging! Thank you so much for reviewing!

Yuki Kurai~ Sorry the update took longer than I had planned, but I'm glad you like the story. Thanks for the review!

Gothic Author~ Mmmm... SpRace cake! Sweet. Here is more Spot/Race smut for your enjoyment. I hope you like it. Thanks for the review!

Fionn Mar~ I do indeed get your drift, and I hope that this was enough 'Rated R for a reason' for you. : ) I am so glad you liked it, thank you for reviewing!

Shadowlands~ I'm glad you liked it, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well, sorry for the wait. Thanks for the reviews!

love_orthelack_thereof~ Thank you for the complement, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Hehe, PWP is my friend. : ) By the way, keep an eye out for my new story that I will be posting sometime soon, I think you'll like the pairing. ; ) Thank you for the pairings and the review!

kiara knightengale~ I'm glad you loved it. I hope you like this chapter too. Thank you for reviewing!