Authors notes: This is the rewrite of "Summer Misunderstandings" which title later got changed to "Corrupted". It has the same basic idea but it a lot different at the same time. The first chapter involved a decently detailed lemon that I had to shorten to fit the R rating. So if the sex scene feels a little rushed it's because a lot of it is missing.
Warning: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BOY ON BOY ACTION! DON'T LIKE-DON'T READ. Slash and some language. And I don't own Newsies. The song 'Livin' On a Prayer' is by Bon Jovi. The title may not make much sense now, but it will fit better later.
Chapter 1
They felt safe in the hidden darkness of the alley. Gentle kisses and tender touches were shared in secret. Both knew that if they were caught it would be the end, but neither cared of anything else but the feel of another's lips on their own.
Snitch held Skittery close and kissed his neck, undoing buttons as he went. Skittery groaned and threw back his head, making Snitch's job easier. Snitch couldn't help but smile. These moments were the kind that he had dreamed would come true and it was almost hard to believe that they were happening in reality. Pulling off Skittery's shirt, Snitch threw it to the ground. He sucked on the skin, leaving a trail of bright red marks to the other boy's bellybutton.
Unknown to the two young newsboys, they were being watched. The man in the shadows listened disgustedly for any names that the two shared. "Snitch!" Skittery moaned softly as the other boy played with the top of his pants.
"Soon, Skittery. I promise." Snitch whispered back.
The man didn't know how much more of this he could take. He quickly scribbled the two names down on a little piece of newspaper he took from the stack that one of the newsboys had left forgotten in the corner. Hoping not to loose the paper, he ran, as quick and silently as possible, back to headquarters. The man climbed a few flights of steps until he reached a small office. He knocked and an eye peeked through the peephole. The man on the other side of the door nodded and opened it to let the other man through. The man with the newspaper proceeded to walk into a smaller room. A dark haired man with bushy eyebrows and thick glasses looked up from the paper he was reading when he heard the door open.
"Have you found anyone Jimmy?"
"Yeah Giovanni. I caught two of them. In the act too! I wrote down those nicknames they call themselves. That's the problem though, how do we track down these kids when all we have is the stupid nicknames they call themselves?" The boss smiled.
"Don't worry about that. I got this new kid. He's young, not more than sixteen. His parents died from the flu a few weeks ago and he's desperate for money to support his family. He mentioned to me that he was a newsie for a little while but knew he couldn't go back because there was no way he'd get enough money that way. I'm sure he knows all their names and where they are."
"But boss, do you think the kid will kill boys he knows?"
"You didn't see this kid, Jimmy. He was desperate. I don't think killing a few fags will have much of an affect on him."
"Hey boss, what's this kid's name anyway?"
"Jacobs. David Jacobs."
A now shirtless Snitch moved slowly down Skittery's body. Skittery bucked his hips upward and groaned. Snitch grinned but then suddenly stopped.
"Why'd you stop?" Skittery barely got out. Snitch looked up at the sky.
"I feel rain." He got up off of Skittery and put back on his shirt. "We can't do this now. We need to get our papes before they get ruined." Skittery pulled his shirt on and reached down to take his papers. He quickly counted them.
"Snitch, I'm one short!" He realized. "I don't know if I'll have enough to stay the night at the Lodging House!"
"Don't worry, I did well yesterday, I'll cover for you. Now hurry up before all the papes get ruined!" Snitch started to run out of the alley and Skittery followed. The rain started falling faster and the two tried to keep their papers as dry as they could.
"Are we going back to the Lodging House?" Skittery yelled over the sound of the rain hitting the street.
"Yeah." Snitch yelled back. The two hadn't gone out very far when they'd started selling that morning, so the closeness ended up working to their advantage. In a matter of minutes they were inside and drying off.
"It's only a matter of time before everyone else gets here." Snitch told Skittery, looking down at the other boy's pants. "What are you going to do about that?" Skittery looked down at the bulge that was starting in his pants from their previous actions.
"Shit. The guys'll notice that! You started it! What'd I do?"
"Quick! Go upstairs in the bathroom!" Skittery nodded and ran upstairs.
Snitch followed closely behind, closing the door once they were both in the stall. "Here, turn this way." With his back to the door, Snitch put Skittery in front of him and pulled down the other boy's pants, freeing his problem. He gripped the hard organ in front of him and began to rub it, quickly building up a steady rhythm. Skittery whimpered and clawed at the walls to help himself stand. Skittery let out a final moan of release that he tried to muffle with one of his hands. Snitch felt a coppery tasting liquid fill his mouth and he swallowed as much as he could. Licking his lips, Snitch stood up and helped Skittery pull back on his pants. His lover pulled him in for another kiss and Snitch eagerly opened his mouth, letting the other tongue battle with his own.
While all this was happening, the rest of the newsies had come back in to hide from the rain. Jack was the first to go into the bathroom. He threw the wet towel over the door of one of the bathroom stalls. He looked over to the next stall and saw two pairs of shoes. Usually, he'd just roll his eyes and joke with whichever newsie was in there later, asking if they got any from the girl they were with. This time, something was different. Jack didn't spend a lot of time looking at girl's shoes, but he knew they weren't exactly the same as they shoes he wore. He looked suspiciously at the feet and heard slight moans coming from behind the door. He could only think of one possible answer for this: there were two guys in there.
Determined to find out what was going on, Jack knocked on the door. "I'm in here." Snitch answered, quickly pulling away from Skittery. He looked down at their feet and realized that both sets of legs could be seen from outside. They were screwed.
"Who's in there with you Snitch?" Jack asked and signaled for the other guys who were just walking into the room to be quiet.
"Oh shit." Skittery said softly but clamped his hand of his mouth the second the words came out.
'That sounded a lot like Skitts.' Jack told himself and gasped, putting two and two together. "Snitch, come out here this second!" Jack demanded. Snitch bit his lip and looked at Skittery. The other boy looked at him with petrified eyes. Snitch gulped and slowly opened the door, walking out in the open. They were both caught and there was nothing more either of them could do.
Even if they denied it, both of them knew their appearances couldn't fool anyone. If you took one look at them, you'd know that something had gone down and they were both involved in it. Snitch's hair was a mess and Skittery had bright red marks all down his neck. Both boys had swollen lips, were flushed and panting heavily.
"You fags!" Jack screamed. Skittery's eyes filled with fear and he grabbed onto Snitch's shoulder.
"Look, really, I can explain." Snitch stammered, looking for the right words but knew that they weren't even in existence.
"Explain what?! Look, I'm not an idiot and I'm not blind or deaf either!"
"But you have to understand…"
"I don't have to understand anything you fuckin' queer! Get out of my sight! Both of you! You're lucky I'm not killing you right now! We don't have room for your kind here!" The other newsboys could do nothing but watch as Snitch and Skittery quickly took whatever belongings they had and left the Lodging House.
"What happened Jack?" Mush asked when he saw two of his friends leaving with all of their things.
"Didn't you see them Mush? Those two are queers who should be killed for what they do! They're lucky they just got kicked out of here."
"I know they're fags but can you really kick out your friends and make them live on the streets?" Blink asked Jack in disbelief.
"I can. We don't need to be near people like them." Jack said the words like they were exactly what he was thinking. In reality, he couldn't believe he had just kicked two of his fellow newsies to the street. 'What's done is done.' He tried to reassure himself. "Consider that a warning for the rest of you." He turned and faced the group of newsboys. "The next one of you I find out is a fag, you won't be as lucky as Snitch and Skittery. You won't be alive long enough to know what hit you." With that, Jack turned away so that they other boys wouldn't see the look on his face. 'What the hell am I saying?!'
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