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Sliver of Moonlight: Part 2

It sure has been a year since I originally published this one shot hasn’t it

I’ll rb part 1 after this

Spot made his way back to the lodging house a bit before the other newsies would start to show up. He’d spent the day by the docks, staring off towards Manhattan from under the Brooklyn bridge. Davey had told him when they woke up that he should rest, and that maybe selling could wait a day or so. Not that he really felt up to selling anyway, when he thought about it. His back was sore and covered in bandages, and moving his arms or bending over aggravated his bruises too much to ignore.

When he got back, he flopped onto his bunk and closed his eyes.

It was just past 8:30 when Spot started to hear raindrops hit the window. No, not raindrops- these were too aggressive. Too inconsistent. He made his way between the beds and the small groups of rambunctious boys to investigate.

A cluster of tiny pebbles hit the window as he reached it and peered into the darkness. Spot opened the window and hesitantly stuck his head outside.

“Who’s there?” His voice was harsher than he meant it to be. The voice that answered back was significantly gentler.

“Spot? Is that you?” Davey Jacobs was standing below the window, gently backlit by the lights of the city around them.

Spot inhaled sharply before shaking his head slightly and rolling his eyes as he climbed out onto the fire escape. “Jesus, Jacobs.” He glanced back down, his eyes meeting Davey’s for barely half a second before he felt his face flush. “Why’re you here? It’s late.”

For once, the city was completely silent. The few moments before Davey responded were agonizing.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“And you decided the best course of action was to come all the way to Brooklyn and throw pebbles at my window like a fucking knight in shining armor?”

Davey’s eyes dropped to the ground. If he looked close enough, Spot could see the shadows Davey’s long lashes cast on his cheekbones in the dim light. Spot quickly amended his words with a small smile.

“Not that that’s not-”

“I can go home if that’s what you want.”

“No!” The objection escaped Spot’s lips before he could think. He could see Davey’s eyebrows raise just slightly, making his oh-so-gorgeous eyes widen as they darted back up to meet Spot’s, the split second where the corners of Davey’s mouth twitched upward so subtly it could’ve been his imagination. “You know what can happen this time of night. It’s not safe.”

Davey glanced away before smirking shyly. “Okay, I’ll learn from your mistake.”

“Just come inside.” Please. Spot could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he inhaled, trying not to hold his breath. God, Spot, just breathe.

“Alright.”

The roof was calm and deserted. A few windows still faintly glowed against the darkness of the city. A cool summer breeze leisurely swept over the rooftop, ruffling their hair a bit but otherwise disturbing nothing.

Spot carefully walked to the edge of the roof and sat with his back against the railing, motioning for Davey to follow. They sat for a moment, both savoring the silence and cursing it. The moonlight, diluted and softened by the clouds, was barely enough to illuminate the rooftop, but Spot could see its reflection in Davey’s hazel eyes.

“How’s your back? Any better?”

Spot exhaled, relieved by the small talk. “Feels a bit tight, but I guess that means it’s healing.” He glanced over to Davey, making eye contact for a split second before tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. “I sat by the bridge all day. Rested.” Thought about you.

“And how’re you feeling?”

For once not knowing how to respond, Spot buried his face in his arms. Davey gingerly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, you don't have to-”

“I don’t know, Jacobs.” He raised his head a bit, looking over his arm in Davey’s direction. Through the limited view he gave himself, he could only see the plaid pattern of Davey’s shirt, the colors washed out in the darkness. After a few seconds of trying to breathe, he turned his head back to center, staring back down at the rooftop between his feet. He could feel Davey move his hand to his other shoulder and resisted the urge to lean towards him. “I’m… confused? And scared and… and I don’t know what to do or what to say or-”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

Spot sat up and turned to face Davey, who dropped his hand from Spot’s shoulder. “What was that? Last night?”

“What do you mean?”

Spot dropped his gaze, unable to look Davey in the eyes, opening his mouth and closing it before answering. “Was that all… real?”

Davey placed a hand on Spot’s. “I don’t know where you would’ve gotten the impression that it wasn’t.”

“Dave-”

“Honestly, Spot, you think I would’ve come all the way here tonight if I didn’t at least care about you as much as I do?” Davey curled his fingers around Spot’s hand and gave it a squeeze before using his other hand to lift Spot’s chin. “I don’t know if this is love yet, but I know I have feelings for you.”

Spot blinked. “Wait, but last night you said-”

“I was scared. I didn’t know if you felt the same way. And I was worried about you, Spot. There were more important things to focus on last night than whatever my feelings were.” Davey moved his hand so his fingers rested behind the base of Spot’s neck. “I still don’t quite know what they are, but I want to find out.”

As Spot exhaled, feeling the tension release from his shoulders and letting the corners of his mouth turned up into a soft smile. Davey responded with a quick grin. God, he was beautiful.

When Davey leaned in to kiss him, Spot laced his fingers through Davey’s and grabbed his waist with his other hand, pulling Davey closer to him. Davey seemed to have the same idea, his hand behind Spot’s head, guiding Spot’s lips towards his own.

This kiss was different from last night’s. This was more confident, more careless, more reckless. Spot no longer feared his feelings weren’t reciprocated, or that what happened might just have been a product of the stress and emotions of yesterday. There was no time to question when they might have the chance to simply exist like this again.

When Davey finally pulled away and leaned back against the railing, Spot sat next to him, much closer this time. He rested his head on Davey’s chest as Davey slid an arm around his shoulders and rested the other just above his hip. Spot threw his arm over Davey’s stomach and took a breath. For the moment, it seemed both were content to lie like this, wrapped in each other’s arms, pretending the rest of the world didn’t exist and staring up at the cloud-shrouded moon.

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