Gryffin Parker
Disclaimer/Warning: I don't own Newsies. I never have and never will. This story is based largely on actual events. Some slash involved. Don't sue me, I don't have any money to give.
"Hey Racetrack."
"What do you need, Blink?" Race asked, looking up from his homework. Things had been quiet since Race had come in to work that day at his dorm's front desk. He was hoping that it would stay that way.
"I lost my keys and my roommate locked me out. Can I get a lock out key?"
"Sure," Race answered, opening the lock out box. "I'm going up to our floor in a minute, I'll go with you."
A few minutes later, Blink and Race stepped into the elevator to go to the 8th floor.
"Awe, crap!" Race dropped his backpack on the floor of the elevator as the doors began to close. He began digging through it furiously. Blink glanced down questioningly. "I just realized that I have absolutely no idea where my keys are either…"
Blink laughed lightly. Race continued rummaging through his bag. A moment later, the elevator abruptly stopped. Race looked up, pissed. He had no time to be stuck in an elevator today. The elevator doors were open, showing the gray walls and mechanics of the elevator shaft. Race's eyes met Blink's and the little Italian froze. It was a new sensation for him, but he couldn't move. Racetrack was completely floored by the irresistibly sexy look Blink was giving him. Afterward, Race could never quite describe it. It was like Blink was taunting him, asking, "What are you going to do to me now?" with his smirk.
The boy on the floor slowly stood up. Blink threw his backpack in front of the doors to keep them from closing again.
"Blink! What the hell did you do?" Race shouted in an attempt to regain control of something in his life at the moment. He punched his resident in the arm to emphasize his point. Blink smiled viciously and pushed Race against the wall. The blonde's hands pinned the little Italian's arms above his head and pushed their bodies together. Racetrack gasped, unable to tell Blink 'no' yet feeling guilty for being this close to one of the kids on his floor.
Race felt Kid Blink's lips first on his neck, biting and sucking with a mix of malice and tenderness. He felt the other boy move up, trailing toward his mouth. Race's breathing deepened, his sweaty chest rising and falling against Blink's. Kid's good eye stared hungrily into Race's beautiful brown ones. He pressed his lips against Race. Their saliva mixed together between their excitement driven lips. Blink's tongue invaded the other boy's mouth, savoring the taste of adrenaline. Race savored the moments, letting Blink push against him with no restraint.
Just as quickly as it the whole thing started, Blink completely backed off. He kicked the backpack out from in front of the doors. They closed with a ding and continued to the 8th floor. He watched Blink, standing in the middle of the elevator as if nothing had happened. Racetrack clung to the wall for support. He wasn't sure that the entire world would not turn inside out if he let go of this one shread of reality. The elevator dinged as the numbers flashed orange numbers.
The doors opened on the 8th floor. Race willed his legs to move his body from within the small metal box. As he stumbled to his room, he saw Kid Blink's head disappear into his own apartment.
"See you tomorrow, Race," the blonde called.
"Yeah," Race said, letting a smile creep across his face. "Tomorrow."
The EndA/N: This story was celebrated with much rejoicing, because I haven't written anything in so long! Yay! Leave some love! Oh, and the only thing that didn't happen in real life from this was 'Blink' actually pushing Race against the wall and making out with him. yay for co-ed floors when your guys are hot.