A/N

Another racy scene here. I do not own newsies, only the charries you don't recognize.

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"Well, finally. What took so long?" James dropped the hammer he had been holding and walked over to where Jane and Jack were standing, groceries in hand. He kissed her on the lips which made Jack redden and turn away. Not because they had kissed in front of him, he had seen some major PDA violations in his life as a newsie, but because for a second, he pictured him kissing her.

"It's getting late. I should go." Jack bent down and set the grocery bag down on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Jack, I just realized you didn't get anything." Jane stepped towards him.

"I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure there's nothing we can give you? You've been so nice to us," James added.

"Actually, there is something you can give me. Can I have tomorrow off?" James looked surprised for a second, but then he cracked a smile.

"Of course. You didn't think we'd make you work on weekends, did you?" Jack laughed.

"No, I guess not. I'll see you guys on Monday, then."

"Bye Jack."

"Take care." Jack took one last look at Jane waving goodbye before shutting he door behind him.

Jack shivered in the fall air as he walked home. The leaves underneath his feet felt good, like when you were a little kid and you went out of your way to step on a crunchy leaf. His eyes followed his feet as they went crunch, crunch, crunch. He started to play a little game. Whichever foot had the best crunch would win. His left foot was currently in the lead. He stepped on a red leaf, and immediately his eyes glazed over. Red, like Jane's hair. He thought about how nice she looked today in her light pink dress. He thought about how good she smelled, like fresh roses. He thought about how close together their hands had been when they walked to the market. He though about how her hand touched his arm when she asked him to look for oysters. But most of all, he thought about how they had held hands, and how she had felt that spark of electricity, same as he did.

"Then why did she deny it?" he wondered aloud. Soon after the jolt had gone through both their arms, she had immediately retreated. She didn't make eye contact with him the rest of the day. When they had gone home-

Of course.

James.

Jack now realized what he had been asking her to do. He was asking her to cheat on her husband. Of course she wasn't going to do that! James was one of the kindest, caring men Jack had ever met. He was right up there with Denton. Over the past few days, James was becoming like a sort of father to Jack. The father he never had.

Jack then realized he had been walking for ten minutes. He looked around at his surroundings and realized he was near Irving Hall. He quickly made a U-turn and headed for the lodging house, furious with himself for letting Jane cloud his senses. But whenever he thought about her, a warm sensation coursed through his body. It felt like passion, longing, ecstasy…guilt. He shouldn't be thinking about her like this. Jane was a married woman. But even though Jack tried to cast her from his mind, she was always there, at the very back, beckoning for him to come over and just give in.

The day was beautiful the next morning as Jack and David stripped down to their skivvies and launched themselves into the crystalline water.

"So how's your community service?" David asked, treading water.

"S'good. The Whitfields-the people I work for-they're really nice." Jack turned in the water to stare at the Whitfield house, directly in front of the docks, as he remembered it. He strained to see if he could catch a glimpse of Jane through the windows, but then felt silly after realizing they had curtains, so he just stretched out and floated on his back, basking in the warm water as the sun sprayed him with its golden showers.

"Wanna have lunch at my house today?" David asked, breaking Jack out of his trance.

"Sure, but what about your parents?"

"They're the ones who suggested I bring you over." David smacked his hands down in the water, splashing Jack. Jack raised his eyebrows and splashed him back. And so ensued the war of the crystalline waters.

"Jack, welcome!" Mrs. Jacobs hugged Jack in the sort of motherly hug he had never known.

"Heya, Mrs. Jacobs. How yah been?"

"Oh, tired, what with all this wedding planning business and such." Jack stepped into the Jacobs house and was immediately attacked by Les.

"Cowboy, Cowboy!" Jack hugged little Les in spite of himself and ruffled his hair.

"Hey, Les. Long time no see, huh? Boy, you're getting big! In a couple of years, I'll bet you'll be as tall as me!" Jack felt a hand pat his back and turned to Mr. Jacobs.

"Hey, Jack." Jack and Mr. Jacobs shook hands, and Mr. Jacobs led Jack towards the dining table, even though he already knew where it was. Jack took a chair and sat down, and David did the same. Sarah walked into the room, and her face broke into a smile.

"Jack." She greeted as he stood up off his chair and hugged her. "I have to go help mother with the finishing touches on our meal, but I promise I'll be back out to chat with you." Jack made sure Sarah was out of earshot before he leaned over to David.

"Uhh, listen… that Lockton fellow isn't going to show up, right?" The thought of being in the same room as his engaged ex-girlfriend and her fiancé made Jack shudder. David gave a chuckle.

"Nah, we invited him but there was something he had to do."

"Oh. Okay. Just wonderin'" Jack relaxed in his chair. Les came bounding over and sat on the chair next to Jack.

"How's school going?" Jack asked him

"Oh, it's great! I made lots of new friends and they're really nice and stuff-but obviously not as great as you and the other newsies- and I have the third highest grades in my class and my favourite subject is science and my favourite teacher is Mr. Womack and I have a girlfriend!" Les sputtered out.

"Whoa there, Motormouth! You have a girlfriend?" Jack mused.

"Yeah. She's my friend Willy's older sister and she's really pretty. She's twenty."

"Oh?" Jack sneaked a look over at David, who was rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. I went over to Willy's house a month ago and asked her, and she said yes."

"Wow, look at you! Les Jacobs, the stud!" Les blushed and was about to say something when he heard his mom calling him.

"Be right back," Les hopped off the chair and disappeared into the house.

"So how does it feel, David? Your little brother having a girl before you?" Jack swiveled around in his chair to jokingly leer at David.

"Shut up. She's not actually his girlfriend, she was just playing along when she agreed. Oh, and here's the real kicker: she's a total knock-out."

"Really?"

"Yeah! She has honey blonde hair that curls down to her shoulder, and blue eyes, and smells like heaven."

"Jeez, you got it bad. How do you know all that?"

"I met her when I dropped Les off at Willy's. Can you imagine the expression on my face when Les introduced her as his "girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I can see you now, your jaw down to the floor, your eyes as big as saucers and your generally looking like an idiot in front of the girl of your dreams."

"Once again, shut up."

"Who's ready for lunch?" Mr. Jacobs walked in the room, carrying an enormous turkey on a silver platter. Mrs. Jacobs and Sarah and Les all walked in behind him and took seats around the table. Mr. Jacobs set the turkey down and took his seat at the head of the table.

"Attention, everyone." Jack stopped salivating at the turkey to look at Mr. Jacobs, who had raised his wine-glass. "A toast," he proposed. "To Sarah." Everyone followed suit and raised their wine-glasses, except for Les, who in this case raised his water. "Our beautiful daughter," Sarah blushed. "And now our beautiful engaged daughter!" Jack whooped along with David and Les. They clinked glasses and everyone dug in.

Sunday the next day was a bore for Jack. It was hot as hell outside, considering it was supposed to be fall. Jack and the others where all stuck inside, fanning themselves with Friday's edition of the paper.

"Damn," Race swore. "What the fuck is happening? It's the middle of October. Anyone up for a poker game?" Everyone groaned and Mush threw a pillow across the room at Race. "Assholes" he muttered.

"I'm going for a walk. Anyone want to come with me?" Everyone said no, and instead of being disappointed, Jack was glad. That meant that he was free to visit the Whitfields. He didn't know what exactly he was going to do there, but he decided to cross that bridge when he got to it. He tried to make it look like he was forcing himself up off his bed and dragging himself out the door, but as soon as he was out, he booked ass down the street.

Five minutes later, he could see the Hotel Monèt, and slowed down to a leisurely walk. He hoped James and Jane wouldn't mind his being there today. He was supposed to have this day off, but since he wasn't doing anything, and it was too hot to go out, he figured they would be sitting at home, just as bored as him. He crossed the street and knocked on their door. No answer. He knocked again. Again, no one came to the door. He tried the doorknob and found it to be open, so he let himself in.

"James?" Jack shut the door behind him. He crossed to the back of the room and checked the workshop. Empty. He headed up the stairs.

"Jane?" The room was also empty. He walked to the window and opened it, letting a refreshing breeze in. Suddenly he heard noises from upstairs. They were coming from the room he hadn't been in before. He want up the stairs expecting to find a room, but instead, found a dark green door that was slightly ajar. He opened it enough just to peek one eye through. He saw a room with a king-sized bed and regal furniture. But that wasn't what he was staring at.

"Oh, James," Jane moaned. James had Jane by the waist and was passionately making out with her. They were standing up, teetering over the bed. Jack held his breath as he saw James unbutton the back of Jane's dress. It slipped off her shoulders, revealing a lacy white bodice. Jane moved down and unbuttoned his pants, and he let them fall to the ground. All of a sudden James threw Jane onto the bed. Jane squealed in delight as James threw himself on top of her. Jack saw everything as Jane's fingernails scratched up and down James' arms as he removed her underwear and threw it aside. Suddenly he was in her, thrusting faster and faster as she yelled out his name. Jack couldn't take it anymore. He tried to be as quiet as possible, and sneaked down the stairs and out of the house and to the Hotel Monèt to douse himself one more time.