Time and Place
"Race!" Spot yelled after the disappearing figure.
"Race just, with lips and the, whoa!" Jack stumbled but Sara hit him, glaring at him slightly.
"Well," she laughed at Spot's still dazed expression, "Go after him."
"Right," Spot muttered, tearing after the already runny boy. He was so confused. His best friend had just kissed him and he didn't know how to respond. What was he going to say? "Shit." Suddenly, he crashed into someone, toppling on top of him/her. "Race?"
"Spot, if you're gonna kill me could you just get it over with."
"Race," but the boy wouldn't look at him, "Tony."
"Why're you still on top of me?"
"I don't know, would you look at me," Spot growled annoyed but the stubborn boy didn't, "Tony!" When that didn't work, he grabbed his chin and pressed his lips firmly against Race's, but he didn't know what else to do. Racetrack sensed this and rolled on top, gaining entrance into Spot's mouth in the process. Spot wrapped his arms around Race's waist and felt Race's hands running through his hair. Race moaned when he felt Spot's hand working it's way down his pants.
"Forward Conlon," he muttered but pushed back extending a hand. Spot looked at him confused and annoyed but he only laughed. "We're in an alley Spot."
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