Rooftop by Polecat
Disclaimer: I do not own any character, they belong to Disney. I do not own any of the song titles or lyrics, they belong to their respectful owners. I am making no money from this. Don't sue unless you want pocket lint and four bratty dogs.
Warning: Slash. Angst. Suicidal thoughts, talk and actions. If you can't handle any, please hit your back button........ now.
Chapter One: Rooftop
Autumn was here and summer hadn't even lingered around so say good bye. Tree leaves that were bright and green only a few weeks back were now orange and red, hanging limply to their branches. On the rooftop of a Manhattan apartment building, sharing a cigarette between them, sat two New York teens. Spot Conlon sat closest to the roofs edge, his legs pulled to his chest, a pale knee peeking from a hole in his jeans. His sandy blonde hair fell in a curtain over his cherubic face, cyan colored eyes looking through the veil of gold. Jack Kelly found himself lost in those eyes for a full minute before he could pull himself away. He cast his eyes down to his own lap, wincing and hoping Spot hadn't seen.
"It's me with the black eye, whatta you jumpin' 'bout?" Spot said.
Jack shrugged, "It just looks bad. That's all."
"The old man has given me worse," Spot took a long drag off the cigarette. He laughed harshly as a puff of smoke filtered from his mouth. "Who'd of guessed my Mother had a better right hook than him?"
Jack laughed, only because Spot found it amusing and he didn't want to disappoint Spot. Jack thought it sad Spot had two parents who both would rather kick him around than give him hugs. Usually Jack felt envious towards kids who had parents to live with, it was being with Spot that made him glad one was dead and the other in jail.
"Why put up with it, Spot?"
The blonde shrugged, refusing to meet the intense gaze of Jack's eyes. "Where else have I got to go? Most my family is too old to take me own or in jail."
"There's the boys home."
Spot laughed harshly again. "Nuttin' against you, Jacky, but I think I got a better chance with my parents then in a boys home."
Jack shrugged, "It's a bed and a roof and a hot meal two times a day."
"Yeah, plus twenty boys to a room lookin' to gang rape the smallest and weakest kid," Spot said bitterly.
Jack winced. "You ain't weak, Spot."
"No," he said straightening his shoulders. "That I ain't."
"There's gotta be something out there better than your parents beatin' on you."
"Yeah, there is. There's bein' free"
"You're not locked up in jail, how much more free do you wanna be?"
Spot smirked at Jack, the very smirk that melted both Jack's knees and heart. Spot could ask Jack anything and Jack would say yes, as long as Spot used that smirk. The blonde got to his feet, inching over to the rooftops edge, the tips of his yellow Converse over open air.
"Free, Jacky," he said looking back over his shoulder at the other boy. His eyes sparkled with mischief and promise. "Do you know how lucky they are? The birds, Jack. Free. All the gotta do is spread their wings and fly. Soar away from it all. The city, the noise, all of it." He leaned forward feeling the pull of gravity tugging at his body.
Jack was behind him, pulling Spot back onto the roof. Jack's heart was pounding, Spot could feel it through Jack's shirt and against his back. He spun around, Jack's arms still wrapped around him. He had to tilt his head back to look into Jack's eyes. Normally Spot hated to have to look up to look someone in the face. Not with Jack though, with Jack it made him feel small and safe not small and weak.
Jack was breathing heavily, his mouth parted slightly and a thin sweat on his forehead. Spot pressed his upper body closer to Jack. He expected Jack to let go. To push him away in disgust. Jack held on, Spot felt the other boy's heart speed up. He twisted his hands through Jack's brown hair, pulling his face closer so their lips could meet. He kissed Jack, and Jack kissed back.
Tongues battled, Spot bit hard enough on Jack's lower lip that he yelped. Spot grinned against Jack's mouth, sucking on the small bit would and making blood rise to the surface. Jack's heart was still racing, Spot's was racing right along with it. Pushing his hands under Jack's shirt, Spot's fingers explored along the skin. Across the smooth scar next to Jack's belly button, his ribs pressing against his skin. With nimble fingers Spot undid the button's on Jack's shirt as Jack undid the fly of Spot's pants.
"I'll make you feel free, Spot," Jack whispered in the other boy's ear. They undressed each other slowly, taking time to kiss and caress every inch of the other's body.
"You make me feel happy, Jack, but you can't make me free."
With a smile on Spot's face, they made love on the rooftop, the city lights below burning like fire.
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